Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 19:14:30 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a two out of three falls match for the FAWN World Championship. It will be fought under Smothering Rules, meaning that only air deprivation techniques resulting in a knockout can be used to secure victory. And as a point of pride, both competitors have agreed that one fall MUST be a Front Sleeper and the other MUST be a Face Sit of any variety!” The Announcer had to pause long enough for the cheers to fade to acceptable levels. “Introducing first, the challenger, THEE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and the soon-to-be-crowned QUEEN of FAWN... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
It’s a curious thing, how much fan support could be relative. Ordinarily, a proclamation so indicative of the Siren’s arrogance would be met with unanimous condemnation from the FAWNatics. And sure enough, there were PLENTY of boos and jeers as Jennifer Lopez & Iggy Azalea’s ‘Booty’ began to pump over the speakers... but there were also cheers, some in attendance apparently ready to welcome their new asstastic overlord...
BOOTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
KENDRA LARUE:
The volume of their response just grew louder when the curtains were pushed open, and the former Queen of the Jungle strode into view. LaRue MORE than ably filled out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word ‘Siren’ was scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble was completed by white pads and boots.
The Siren’s sashay down the aisle eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins have a heart condition, I suggest you avert your eyes now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly created a few new heart patients in the process.
HANDLEBARS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=waRtcBy_GMI
The Siren was in the midst of weaving another deadly song when the FAWN’tron went heavy with static fuzz and the light linked out. It didn’t last long however. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a bank of spotlights illuminated the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West strode forth to address her kingdom.
EMILY WEST:
Utterly composed despite of (or perhaps in spite of) the daunting task laid before her, Emily planted herself center stage then reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp holding the World Title in place. This she raised overhead, turning it ever so slightly so that it glittered in the low light. Taking that as his cue, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the One Hundredth Percentile, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
For the chore of humbling the haughtiest haunches in the land, West wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her championship style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
Satisfied with both the gameboard, the audience and the quality of her opposition, Emily made her way down the aisle and went straight to the steel steps, which she ascended without fanfare. Standing on the edge of what was clearly her undisputed dominion, the Black Queen calculated just how many individual palm prints she’d have to leave on Kendra’s ass to create a convincing tessellation. She’d triple checked the figures by the time the canvas to regain its normal coloration and promptly slipped between the strands. Claiming the nearest corner by champion’s right, she lifted the title to the rafters and tapped the faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
The reaction was mixed, to put it mildly. While a certain segment of the populace enjoyed the security that came with a reasonably benevolent despot, there were plenty more that couldn’t stand the brunette’s ruthless approach to control and then there were some that just wanted to see someone get smothered twice. Didn’t matter who, these people just wanted to see some air deprivation. Always willing to keep the pawns happy for the good of the board, Emily hopped down from the buckles and offered the belt to Nick Castle when he walked over to check her pads and boots. The time for posturing and threats was over. The game had begun and the Insidious Intellectual meant to sweep this rival force clear off her board.
The bell CLANGED and Kendra was out of the corner at once. She’d been in position to win the FAWN World Title before, but never in a match that’d been tailored to her particular skill set. Tonight though, the stars weren’t just aligned, they were fahking perfect and after she smothered out that wannabe Juggernaut not once, but TWICE, she’d hoist the gold for all to see.
Keenly aware of the threat LaRue and this particular bout posed to her reign, Emily matched the taller brunette’s pace to the center of the ring, but much to the surprise of the FAWNatics, she didn’t shy away when the Siren chested up on her and tried to keep right on walking.
“That’s your first mistake, little girl.” Kendra looked down her nose at the champion to reinforce the three inch height difference. “You might’ve impressed the poseurs with that rack of yours, but you’re swimming in the deep end now and THOSE…” she raised an index finger and jabbed it into the swell of Em’s left breast. “Aren’t going to save you from THESE…” LaRue stepped all the closer, making sure West felt the strength of shot in her own chest. “… or THIS.” With that she took a half step back, pivoted to one side and treated the Black Queen to a Hip Check strong enough to rock West back on her heels.
Em caught her balance quickly enough, but rather than go on the attack she only rolled her eyes. “Classy as ever, Kendra. Of course I really shouldn’t expect much from the woman who carries her curves with all the grace of a dumpy, forty-something divorcee lugging his twenty-five pound ball to the bowling alley’s singles mix--”
Kendra charged her with a short Clothesline, which West avoided by dropping low and threading her ankles between the Destroyer’s legs. A simple twitch of Emily’s stems sent LaRue sprawling onto her face, chest and belly as victim of a Drop Toe Hold. More irritated than hurt, Kendra pushed to all fours, then let out a pained grunt when West sidled in off her right side and wrapped a surprisingly brawny arm around her head.
Hands clasped tight, she pulled the challenger’s face against her breast and stretched out full length, forcing Kendra to go down on her belly. “Do you really think I’m intimidated by the contents of your off the rack two piece?” Emily scoffed at the wriggling powerhouse. “Lest you forget, I’ve humbled the likes of Roxanne McCrimmon and Margaret Connor in the middle of this ring and they’re world class athletes. You my dear are nothing but a glorified mud wrestler, a svelte pig robbed of her precious wallOOFFHH!”
LaRue struggled to her knees and promptly wrapped both arms around West’s midsection. It didn’t break the Headlock, but it made sure the champ didn’t go anywhere as Kendra got to her feet. Meaning to Backdrop Suplex the mouthy little snot into next week, she bent her knees, popped her hips and, “NNNGGHHH!”
Emily snapped a heel back during liftoff and caught Kendra in the thigh to return herself to proper verticality. Feet set apart to keep LaRue from hoisting her again, the Amazing Academic ground the knot of her hands against the side of Kendra’s face, thus keeping her at least partially submerged in jugg for a little while longer. Certain that the taller woman wouldn’t go under without a great deal of convincing, Emily abruptly shifted her weight, slammed her not unimpressive tush into the challenger’s tummy and used it to sling Kendra over one hip via a strong Headlock Takedown. LaRue hit the canvas hard enough to break the Waistlock, so West wriggled around enough to get Kendra’s face that much deeper into her championship cleavage. “What’s that Kendra, honey?” she cooed far louder than necessary. “You’ve already had enough? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak louder, the referee can’t understand what you’re saying!”
With one arm pinned beneath the champion’s torso, Kendra couldn’t reapply the Waistlock like she wanted and she pounded her heels against the mat in frustration. Nick Castle noted this outburst as something worth following up on, so he closed in and leaned over the action while staying just out of clawing distance. “What’s the word, Kendra? You want to give it up?”
“NNNNNGHHH NO! NO, YOU ASS!” LaRue finally managed to twist her face free of the smaller woman’s goddamned tits, though Emily’s fists still ground against the side of her neck. “NO I DON’T FAHKING GIVE! THIS MIDGET DOESN’T HAVE THE STUFF TO MAKE ME GAAAHHHH NOOOOOMMMPPPPHHH!”
The Sensual Scholar abandoned her Headlock and turned onto her stomach to press both breasts down on Kendra’s mug. True, the challenger did have her head twisted to one side at first, but a quick handful of hair set that to rights and gave LaRue an up close n’ personal inspection of her foe’s sternum. Their positioning didn’t let West get the sort of leverage or seal she would’ve liked (she much preferred the traditional Waist Mount, a Reverse Breast Smother was meant to be used on prey that was far more exhausted than Kendra) she managed to wrap her arms around the challenger’s biceps, thus pinning her arms to her sides. Fingers locked in an S-grip across LaRue’s back, Emily laid one cheek atop the pinned woman’s gulping chest and murmured, “If this was anything more than a glorified catfight you’d have lost already. It’d almost be funny if we weren’t in the Main EventTEERRGGHHH!”
Kendra powered loose of Em’s arms and immediately buried both hands in the Insidious Intellectual’s hair. Using the illegal hold to crank West’s neck back created the tiniest bit of separation and thus allowed the Siren to pull her head away from that sweltering furnace. The ref was already yammering at her to let go of Emily’s hair, but LaRue ignored him so she could pull the champ a little farther down her torso. When she felt Emily’s tummy press against one shoulder, she let go of her hair and instead wrapped both arms around West’s waist. Then she rolled over onto her stomach, pushed to one knee and clambered to her feet, all with Emily draped over one shoulder like a bag of laundry.
“Ohhhh, you’re gonna pay now, shytstain,” Kendra huffed to the squirming Courtier. “I’m gonna lump you up real good before I butt you out!”
To better carry through on this promise she removed one arm from the Waistlock and braced that hand against Emily’s chest. Now that they both had a good view of the impending disaster, Kendra pointed herself toward a corner on the far side of the ring and took off as fast as her feet could carry her. She covered the distance quickly in spite of Emily’s added weight and when the moment was right she pushed up and--
Emily kicked her legs and slid out the back door, landing on her feet just behind the charging challenger. As quick to act as she was to think, the Black Queen put a shoulder into Kendra’s back and plowed forward, forcing her into a BWUUUNGING tits-first collision with the top turnbuckle. Slowed to a crawl following the breath-stealing impact, LaRue babystepped away from the unyielding corner and would’ve happily taken a timeout if West hadn’t grabbed a shoulder and swung her around. Dropping low while the challenger was still moving, Emily slipped her right arm between Kendra’s legs and muscled her up onto her shoulders, making it look effortless despite the sixteen pound weight difference.
With her left arm cradled over the back of LaRue’s neck, Emily stomped to the middle of the ring and came to a stop facing the hard camera. “I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it until someone decides to listen. It takes more than size and power to compete with me. Think about it.” Then she hupped Kendra up and forward, dropped backward and pulled her knees up to her chin to make sure the bigger brunette had a most unpleasant landing when she THWHUMPED down atop those upraised shins.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nzi5wt4A7wA
LaRue bounced up like she was spring-loaded and went rolling toward the center of the ring, where she came to rest on all fours. Or rather three of four, as one arm was pressed snugly against her aching ribs.
In Emily’s book favoring a body part was as good as painting a bulls eye on it and the Black Queen wasn’t just an expert marksman, she was a deadshot. Lining up off the challenger’s left, West bounced into the ropes, came off running and achieved near Daly-levels of speed by the time she left her feet in a low hop and THWHUMPED ‘em both into Kendra’s side. The Siren went rolling yet again and when she stopped it was face-up, albeit curled tighter than ever before.
Satisfied with the progress she’d made thus far, Emily strolled over to the grounded grappler, brushed her protecting arms aside and casually delivered a short Double Stomp to Kendra’s navel.
“GUUUUH BYTCH!” LaRue twisted the champ off and pulled herself into the fetal position, an undignified defense but the only one she could muster at the moment. “This isn’t a Tummy Torture match! Stuuuhhh….stay the fahk away from my ribbsssserrgggghhhh!”
Emily buried her hands in LaRue’s dark hair and forced her to stand even though it was the last thing Kendra wanted to do. Switching the hair hold to a perfectly legal Muy Thai style Neck Clasp before the referee could complain, West tugged her forward and drilled a quick Kneelift in just above the navel. “Don’t think I’m ignorant of your potential for callipygian devastation my dear.” Emily gave her a little shake, then stepped in and THUMPED another Kneelift home. “In fact I daresay it‘s the only reason (THUMP!) you‘re sharing a ring with me (THUMP!) right now. (THUMP!) But here’s a rather salient point you may have overlooked. (THUMP!) Without oxygen your lungs and your brain don’t function properly. (THUMP!) And without those (THUMP!) the rest of you is as useless as that over-inflated medicine ball you’ve got stuffed into those undersized briefs.”
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
The Amazing Academic’s last Kneelift shot Kendra up on her toes and she would’ve dropped to her knees if West hadn’t wrapped a loose hug around her shoulders. Lest this be mistaken as an act of charity, Emily promptly transitioned to a tighter, one armed coil around the back of the challenger’s neck. This allowed her to cup her free hand against the back of LaRue’s skull, which in turn allowed her to guide Kendra’s disbelieving face into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Blinded by her plunge into jugg, LaRue’s first reaction was to suck in a deep breath which only resulted in a weak gasp that tasted of sweat and heat. Doing everything she could not to panic, Kendra balled her hands into fists and pounded punches into Emily’s sides. A good strategy, yet one that cost her dearly as West replied with yet another Kneelift, this one landing a half inch above her waistband. Quickly losing her battle against darkness and deprivation, LaRue sank to one knee, a concession greeted by a loud ‘ooooooooohhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
Emily was pleased too, though she was careful to keep it off her face. LaRue was hardly MENSA Material, but the LaRue line was known for a certain low cunning, Combine that with power enough to rival any member of The Three and those freakishly bulbous hindquarters and-- West lost her train of thought when she felt Kendra’s hands scrabbling faintly at her thighs. Adjusting her grip to better scrub the challenger’s face against her chest, Emily murmured, “Don’t breathe too deep now, Siren. There’s still another fall ahead of WHOOAANNNNGGGHHHHH!”
In an irritatingly apt illustration of West’s concern, Kendra wrapped her arms around the champ’s thighs, powered to her feet and tumbled to one knee all in a single furious motion. The Sensual Scholar recognized the Inverted Atomic Drop a second before it connected and she did her best to prepare for impact, alas the heavy WHUMP of thigh on crotch left her pigeon-toed and moving in slow motion.
The trunk work allowed Kendra to rip her head loose of Emily’s clutches, a ragged escape that filled her mind with vengeance as surely as it filled her lungs with air. Sliding her Bear Hug north until it was wedged into the smaller brunette’s armpits, LaRue clambered to her feet, then popped her hips and tossed Emily over n’ around courtesy of a Belly to Belly Suplex that sent her flying across the ring.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0OdpBIV8EQ
West hit hard on her right shoulder, rolled through to her back and made it back to verticality more thanks to excess momentum than any acrobatic finesse on her part. Stretched out flat following the big throw, LaRue noted that the obnoxious bytch had landed only a few feet from the turnbuckles, in fact she didn’t seem to realize she was cornered. Oh so glad to bestow this bit of knowledge on the champion, Kendra pushed to her feet and charged West flat out. Emily registered the rapid approach and tried to twist out of the way but her body betrayed her brain and paid the price when LaRue slammed a shoulder into her tummy. Folded up around the encroaching Siren, Emily was ripped from her moorings and driven into the buckles with a BWUUUNG that made your fillings ache.
Genuinely giddy at the prospect of punishing this overrated little toad, Kendra anchored herself to the middle rope with both hands, reared back and dove forward to return her shoulder to West’s tummy. Much like a certain brand of potato chips, ya can never have just one Shoulderblock and so Kendra kept up coming, peeling off more than a half dozen before Castle reached ‘THREE!’ on his count. Tacking on one more to make sure Em’s butt was wedged nice n’ tight against the middle buckle, Kendra grabbed an ankle in either hand and stepped back with a convulsive yank that put Emily on her tush and bounced the back of her noggin against the second turnbuckle.
Settling into a slight crouch, LaRue leaned in close and almost absently SMACKED Emily across the face. “I always knew you were a fahking fraud. Beating up gym rats with hearts of gold and tiny little mean girls might fool some people, but I knew as soon as you got a taste of real power…” she trailed off and ran one hand over the undeniably wide curves of her backside, “…you’d prove yourself more throne than queen.” West was too busy sucking wind to answer, so LaRue stood up, turned around and sauntered to the center of the ring. “TAKE ALL THE PICTURES YOU WANT!” she bellowed to a rather conflicted crowd. “THIS IS THE ASS THAT CHECKMATED THE BLACK QUEEN!”
Rounding on the corner at a dead run, Kendra spun again with a few steps to spare and threw herself into a THWHUMPING ass-on-face collision. West’s head whiplashed something fierce and Kendra expected her to slop over on one side, so she was more than a little surprised when the seated brunette draped an arm over the middle rope.
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY3P1RYrNK0
“Haven’t had enough, Emmy?” the challenger ‘flicked’ her briefs into place with an ominous snap. “Well that’s ok. There’s plenty more where that came from. In fact, I’m serving up all you can eat tonight.” Sauntering away from the slumped courtier, LaRue went three quarters of the way across the ring before she did an about face and rushed back the way she’d came. While she wasn’t often mentioned in the same breath as someone like Jenny Jacobs when it came to innovative offense, Kendra took pride in the fact that she had several different ways to mash a loser with her ass, so instead of doubling down on the Hip Attack she hurled herself into a low somersault that ended with her tush THWHUMPING against West’s tits.
CANNONBALL SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7XVm5Ejse0
Tumbling backward onto her knees, LaRue snatched hold of the smaller woman’s ankles and draaaaaagged her away from the buckles before switching over to a double handful of hair. Moving like she thought West could slip loose at any moment, LaRue hurried to her feet and forced the smaller brunette to do the same. Then she lowered her head, forced it between Emily’s thighs and wrapped both arms around West’s legs. That sixteen pound weight advantage made hoisting the champ off her feet rather easy, but it still earned an ‘oooooooohh’ from the crowd to see the lead Courtier slung down Kendra’s south slope like a backpack. Well clear of anything the brainy bytch could grab to save herself, LaRue charged forward and after a few big steps shifted her hands to a spot just above her opponent’s knees. A rough shove sent West flipping over and down into something like an improvised Sunset Flip, only Kendra was in control every step of the way. With Emily’s chest directly lined up with her cheeks, dropped down and back to land in a THWHUMPING seat atop the rack that was supposed to be her biggest threat in this match.
SIREN BOMB @ 1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
West’s legs jolted into the air and on any other night Kendra would’ve hooked one or both in a Matchbook, however pins and submissions were a moot point during this particular battle. Only the dubious mercy of unconsciousness would bring victory and besides, LaRue had a point to prove. Taking just enough time to grind that velvet-sheathed wrecking ball against Emily’s top, the big brunette spun to one knee, buried a hand in the Amazing Academic’s hair and scraped her off the canvas.
“You may think I’m only going to bury you under my ass once tonight,” Kendra purred to the huffing, spaghetti-legged grappler, “but you’re oh so wrong. You’re gonna be snuffling my trunks long after the feed fades to black, gotta give the fans a reason to download the FAWN app, right?” West answered with a groggy Forearm Smash which the Gluteal Gladiator swatted aside like it was nothing. She repaid Em for the defiance with a stinging Bytch Slap, then leaned over and once again worked her head between the champion’s legs. When she straightened up the fans thought she might be doubling down on the Siren Bomb, but LaRue changed their thinking once she’d tucked Emily’s legs under her armpits, essentially trapping the smaller woman in a midair matchbook.
Unable and unwilling to keep the smirk off her face, Kendra turned in a small, careful circle and said, “Ass one. Tits nothing.”
The score was still on her lips when she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees, just CRUSHING Em’s head, chest and shoulders courtesy a vicious Siren Song. Keeping West’s legs hooked after impact, LaRue scooted forward and sat the heaviest curve of her backside on Emily’s upturned face, then promptly blotted out everything else by bringing her thighs together. Squealing in a decidedly un-regal fashion from the depths of the callipygian prison, the Black Queen wriggled and writhed, but Kendra’s mount was perfect and her seal was even better.
SIREN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPUhoRLzD1k
Denied oxygen, even the greatest minds couldn’t function and it didn’t take long before Emily’s resistance had subsided to a fitful twitching. Savoring every little hitch of breath and twitch of nose, Kendra stole the latter and pinched the former without lifting a finger. In a normal match she would’ve been a winner ages ago, yet the smother rules made it clear her opposition had to be out cold, so LaRue didn’t look at Castle until there’s been no movement from West for perhaps ten seconds. Not quite ready even then, she tossed Em’s legs aside, pushed up the tiniest bit and then swung around in a half circle, all the better to wedge the defeated Queen’s face into her crack. Hands on her hips, LaRue glanced to the official and said, “Check her.”
Nick went to it and the results surprised absolutely no one. Emily’s right arm fell to the mat three times without so much as a twitch, meaning Castle was perfectly justified in calling for the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the conflicted voice of the crowd, “your winner of the first fall… KENDRA LARUE!”
“Forgot to add, ‘your next world champion’, chump.”
Nick strolled over and tapped her on the shoulder. “Up now, Kendra. Go back to your corner and take a breather. Next fall will begin shortly.”
LaRue took her time in getting up and she made sure to ‘flick’ her togs back into place while Emily’s face was darkened by the shadow of her ass, but she didn’t argue about heading to her corner. A brief respite would allow her to decide just how to use Emily’s favorite weapon against her.
Elsewhere, Castle had raised West to a seat and very carefully helped her stand. Slipping an arm around her waist, he led the tottering brunette back to her corner and set her gently against the buckles. “I can give you ninety seconds, Em.” he said after handing her a water bottle he’d left under the bottom turnbuckle, “but that’s all.”
Emily didn’t answer at first, she’d uncapped the bottle and poured a good glug or two down her face, much to the delight of those assembled. Raising a finger to the official, she beckoned him closer only to grab a handful of shirt, which she used to wipe her gleaming features. Didn’t do much for the subtle make-up applied pre-fight, it did however get the stink of Siren off her face and more importantly, cleared a good deal of the fog between her ears.
“Ninety seconds will be fine, Nicholas.” she said quietly. “Leave me now, please.”
He did and the humbled Queen sipped her water in peace and quiet, or at least as peacefully as she could with Kendra making scorching eye contact from her side of the ring. The interlude passed far too quickly for Emily’s liking, not that that stopped her from heading out onto the canvas when the ref called them forward. LaRue came for her like a conquering hero, the Siren KNEW there was no way West could’ve fully recovered from her ass-ault, even if she put on a brave face.
“We both know your reign is over, cupcake.” Kendra sneered. “So here’s my offer, one queen to another. Waddle up and put your nose right here.” she jabbed an index finger to the deepest part of her cleavage. “And I’ll jugg you out before you know it. What do you say?”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “I say you’re a terrible negotiator. And a poor excuse for a queen.”
LaRue snorted her disgust. “All right, bytch. You wanna go out hard. By my guest.” She charged and swept Emily into a Collar & Elbow, which quickly transformed into an awkward hug around the back of West’s neck. Looking to seal the deal as quickly as possible, Kendra jerked Em’s face toward her cleavage, but the smaller brunette twisted aside and slipped around behind with a Waistlock. Too consumed with gold fever to pretend this was still a wrestling match between equals, Kendra snatched Emily’s wrists, pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, WHUMPING her ass into the pit of the Insidious Intellectual’s tummy. Another Ass Smash demolished what little remained of the Waistlock and let LaRue round on her wheezing opponent. Stepping close, she hooked her right arm across Em’s chest and slung the champ’s near arm over her shoulders. With a handful of trunks for extra support, she tore the Black Queen off her feet and tossed her to the canvas with a cringe-inducing THAWHAM!
STRANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFeuRo4jtlo
Emily bounced onto her side and Kendra flipped hair out of her face, the Siren highly irritated that West was ignorant of or simply choosing to ignore her innate genetic superiority. “On your feet, loser.” LaRue nudged West onto her back with one disdainful boot before plunging both hands into her hair. “I want these morons to see the exact moment your legs finally give waNNNNGGGHHH!”
Emily was almost vertical when she tucked her chin against her chest and wedged her head under Kendra’s chin. Wrapping her hands around the back of the challenger’s neck, she hopped up and landed on her knees to deliver a textbook Jawbreaker. LaRue rocked back on her heels but didn’t come close to going down, so Emily put her wrists together and drilled both hands into the pit of the challenger’s stomach with a short, powerful Palm Strike Susan had taught her.
The other brunette staggered a bit more, so West struggled to her feet a pounded a celebratory Kneelift into her attacker’s stomach. That doubled the Siren over, but still didn’t put her down, for which Emily was most grateful. Clasping her hands across the back of LaRue’s neck, she pulled her close and fired off a glute-churning barrage of left-right-left Kneelifts that had Kendra backpedaling for the first time in what seemed like ever.
Still throwing knees when the challenger’s back hit the ropes, Emily pressed in as close as she could and climbed onto the second rope. “I know a turnbuckle is traditional for this sort of thing,” she huffed while threading LaRue’s arms over the top strand, “but I pride myself on being able to adapt to any situation. Observe.” Keeping Kendra pinned in place with a combination of the ropes and her bodyweight, Emily twined one hand into the bigger brunette’s hair and pulled her head back, thus exposing her forehead to a brisk series of punches the FAWNatics were happy to track. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!…’ West stopped, looked out at the crowd and raised an index finger to her temple.
I’m. So. Sma”WHAAAAANNNNGGGHHH!”
LaRue shrugged her arms free of the ropes and wrapped ‘em around Emily’s hips. Pivoting to her left, the Gluteal Gladiator charged along the perimeter, lowered her shoulder at the last second and BWUUUNGED West against the buckles with a Shoulderblock cum Spear. Emily hit the buckles hard and would’ve dropped to a seat if an infuriated Kendra hadn’t grabbed her by the nape of the neck and tossed her out into the center of the ring. Barely able to stand at that point, Em tumbled into an ungainly roll and ended up on all fours.
“I’m through trying to drag this out,” LaRue snarled to no one in particular. “I’ve already smothered your ass. Now I’m going to crush it and Jugg Smother you out with the rest of the garbage.” Emily couldn’t or didn’t answer, so Kendra stepped through the ropes onto the apron. While not known for her aerial prowess, the Siren moved with obvious self assurance as she grabbed the top rope and climbed all the way to the top floor.
Alerted to some as of yet unforeseen danger by the cry of the crowd, Emily kept her head lowered as she shot a glance toward the FAWN’tron, which revealed Kendra’s ominous perch. Certain that there was only one move in LaRue’s arsenal that required such a set-up, West let out a groan and slowly, sloooooooooowly got to her feet without turning to face the corner. Chancing a few wobbly steps backward, Em made as if to swing all the way around only to break into an explosive charge that sent her into the ropes just as Kendra was rising to her full height.
The unexpected jolt threw the Siren off balance and she dropped with a little ‘eep’ that grew into a full-fledged groan when her crotch slammed down on the roughly-padded steel ring. The BWUUUUNG followed by moans from those assembled told Emily everything she needed to know and she treated herself to a sigh of relief. Turning her attention to Kendra only after she’d ‘flicked’ her distended trunks back into place and made a minor adjustment to her top, Emily stalked over to the stymied Siren and CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a shot that was equal parts Bytch Slap and Palm Strike.
LaRue’s head snapped to the side and she groaned, “You sneaky bytch. You’re gonna be in a world of hurt when I get out of NNNNNGGGHHH!”
Emily caught her across the cheek with a stiff Elbow Smash that lowered the challenger’s defenses long enough for West to draw her into a Front Facelock. “If you wanted down from there, you could have just said so. No need to resort to idle, pointless threats.” Emily noted before tossing LaRue’s left arm over her shoulder. From there she climbed onto the middle rope and helped herself to a sturdy grip on Kendra’s waistband. This she used in conjunction with the Facelock to force her rival from an unpleasant seat to a slightly less unpleasant crouch.
Still too shook up after the fall to contemplate what West was planning. Kendra didn’t recognize the danger until the Sensual Scholar started to lift her off the corner. Snatching for a handhold a split second too late, LaRue found herself hoisted into place directly above West’s vaunted noggin, that sixteen pound weight advantage meaning nothing with the proper leverage applied. Demonstrating incredible balance, Emily kept the stall frozen for three long seconds, just enough time for those unabashed Black Court supporters to cry, “I’M SO SMART!” Then she dropped down and back, but mostly down, to ensure LaRue TWHONKED hard atop the crown of her skull.
AVALANCHE CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ogHWplmlHI
Emily floated over into a cover after the Avalanche Cerebral Hemorrhage planted Kendra like a lawn dart, but since a three count would net nothing she put a hand to the Siren’s shoulder and hip and shoveled her onto her tummy. “Get up, Kendra.” Emily demanded. “I said get your fat ass up!”
The Amazing Academic SMACKED LaRue’s wide rump, then snatched a double handful of lycra and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked the stretchy material several inches north. Kendra yelped and struggled to her hands and knees, all the better to clamber away from the tricksy bytch who’d tried to break her neck. West pushed up and stalked alongside her, though she made no move to intercept the challenger.
Eventually LaRue stopped to deal with the wedgie and that’s when Emily struck. Charging forward from a dead stop, she planted her foot and brought the right one whipping up to THWHACK against the side of her prey’s face. Kendra’s head snapped up like she had a bad case of whiplash, then she flopped over onto her back with hands splayed limply overhead.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gN75WbLM0Ic
Quietly pleased with the work she’d done in the last couple minutes, Emily circled around so she was standing above LaRue’s head. Trailing a hand over her sweating chest, West let her fingers build up a noticeable sparkle before she leaned down and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto her opponent’s face. “Just a taste to whet the appetite.” she murmured. “Here comes the main course.”
With Kendra already more than halfway to Dream Land, West faced no resistance when she swung around and dropped down to straddle the other brunette’s stomach. Working her hands into LaRue’s long locks, the Black Queen pulled her into a seated position and carefully looped her left arm around the base of the Siren’s neck. “You took great pleasure in introducing me to your particular charms, Kendra.” West cooed as she cupped her right bicep. “Now it’s time you experienced mine.”
“Hnnnnngghh…. nnnffffgghh… whuuu…” Kendra started to come around when Emily palmed the back of her head, yet she didn’t appreciate the gravity of her situation until the moment the FAWN World Champion stuffed her nose-deep into the dark valley of her décolletage. Keening with equal parts disgust and distress, LaRue fired several panicked, girlie slaps into Emily’s back and when that didn’t work she buried her hands in the Black Queen’s hair.
Emily grunted, pulled Kendra in a little deeper and scrubbed her face to n’ fro, making sure to bend the taller woman’s nose against her sternum. “Go on, Siren. Breathe deep if you can.” Em worked her shoulders back and forth, drawing LaRue closer while simultaneously smacking her cheeks with no hands.
“MMMMMPPPPPPPGGGGHHHHHH1” Kendra was back to slapping at Emily’s shoulders, not that it did a damned bit of good what with her dwindling reserves. Patient to a fault, West waited until Kendra was almost wrung out before she scooted forward and gently lowered her to the mat.
Once she had the Siren stretched out, Em wriggled up a little bit and shifted her hands from the traditional Front Sleeper grip to a simple clasp across the top of her head. A brief but intense round of jostling and scrubbing was greeted by silence, so the Amazing Academic said, “You may check her wrist, Mr. Castle.”
Nick knew damned well that to do so was a mere technicality, yet it had to be done so he knelt down beside the brunettes and set to it. LaRue’s hand rose once… twice… thrice. The ref pushed up, spun away and threw a sign to the Timekeeper. Shortly thereafter, the bell CLANGED a go for the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the second fall… EMILY WEST!”
Castle was exchanging a few words with the ringside crew when a cheer from the FAWNatics drew his attention. Figuring it was nothing but some temple tapping from the World Champ, he glanced casually over one shoulder, then got a whole lot more interested the instant he saw Emily had Kendra up and trapped in a Standing Headscissors. “Hey Em, let her go!” he barked. “There’s ninety seconds between falls!”
Emily hooked her fingers into the leg holes of LaRue’s black briefs. “Yes there are. And I intend to use all of them.”
There were still several long strides between Castle and the ladies when West used her grip to punish Kendra with a monstrous wedgie that also hoisted the challenger clear off her feet. With LaRue’s soles pointed toward the rafters the Sensual Scholar dropped to her butt to THAWHUNK her insensate adversary courtesy a Pulling Piledriver. Kendra seemed to fold into herself before stretching out full length and tumbling onto one side.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyB5Bap9Fuk
While the zebra had no great love for the Siren, he wasted no time getting between her and the hard-eyed World Champion. “To your corner, NOW!”
Emily regarded him with a level gaze. “Or what, Nicholas? Disqualification? Titles don’t change hands on disqualifications and the office didn’t set this match under such tawdry rules because they wanted a technical masterpiece. They wanted what these baying people want. To see Kendra, or more likely, myself, simpering helplessly into the curvature of her preening adversary. I’m just giving them what they wanted. And look, she’s already up and moving, you worried for nothing.”
Nick turned around and sure enough, LaRue had made it to all fours, though she looked like a strong breeze could change all that. Sidling up beside her, Castle sank to his knees and murmured, “Can you stand, Kendra? If you can, hook an arm over my shoulder. If not I’ll have to stop the match.”
Kendra shook her head ‘no’. “Duuhhhnn… don’t stop… the match,” she huffed. “I got this bytch, I just need NNNNNNGGGHH!”
Nick threw his arms in front of his face and threw himself backward when Emily charged, hopped and planted a foot against the back of Kendra’s skull. Then she pushed down with all her weight, driving the challenger’s forehead into the mat with a THWHUNKING Curb Stomp that echoed well into the upper deck.
CHECKMATE @ 00:07 [/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvP1j_OhuTw
Knocked cold in an instant, LaRue flopped over onto her back and didn’t move, the woman who’d crushed Emily West under her ass earlier in that very same match reduced to a defenseless wreck. Staring at the champ in furious disbelief, Nick sputtered, “I swear to God, Emily, get back to your corner and wait there or I’ll have brass slap you with the biggest fine FAWN’s ever--”
“With all due respect, I could give a rat’s ass about a fine.” Emily snapped. “The facts are simple. Kendra is unconscious, unable to defend herself and likely to be that way for at least several minutes. Seeing as I have no interest in waiting that long, you have two options. Either end the match and make sure the Announcer tells everyone it was stopped because Kendra LaRue cannot continue because I KNOCKED HER FAT ASS OUT or you stand aside, let me take my seat and let the Gladiatrix photographers get what’s theirs. Make your choice, Nicholas.”
The ref sighed, shook his head in disgust. He knew what he wanted to do, but it would not go over well with his bosses. “Finish it.” he said after several long seconds. “And don’t draw it out or so help me I’ll find a way to make you sorry.”
West nodded. “You have my word.”
Castle stepped aside and signaled the Timekeeper for the second time in as many minutes. The crowd murmured in surprise when the bell sounded a start to the third fall, though their confusion was quickly forgotten when Emily strutted over and planted a foot on either side of Kendra’s oblivious noggin.
Hands on her hips, the Black Queen looked her foe up n’ down to confirm she was well and truly beaten. Satisfied, Emily murmured, “And now, if you don’t mind me dusting off an extremely hoary old chestnut, it’s time you had a taste of your own medicine, Siren.” She dropped to her knees slowly, treating this final show of dominance with the same sort of reverence you’d see given a rite of passage or solemn ceremony. Blotting out the challenger’s features from eyebrows to chin, Emily pulled her feet in against the sides of LaRue’s head, thus ensuring she couldn’t turn away from the Reverse Face Sit even if she’d been awake. Some slight adjustments got the beaten brunette’s nose and mouth where they needed to be, the former wedged firmly between West’s bunched glutes and the latter pressed against the thin lycra barrier that was all that stood between her and a most humiliating kiss goodbye.
Settled into her new seat, the Insidious Intellectual swatted at LaRue’s breasts, raked her tummy lightly and patted her crotch, none of which raised more than the softest of groans against her nethers. She could sense Castle practically burning to swoop in and end this, so she leaned forward, hooked Kendra behind the knees and pulled her legs up under her armpits in a Reverse Matchbook. Completely unnecessary at that point, but Emily wanted to make sure her next opponent got a look at the ass that was ‘supposed’ to have ended her title reign. Laying her hands atop those vulnerable cheeks, West treated them to a taunting squeeze, then sighed, “Do as you must, Nicholas.”
Screw formality, Castle didn’t even bother to check the Siren’s wrist, he merely gave the Timekeeper one more sign. Still quite amazed by the way the Courtier had turned a one-sided beating into one of the most dominant finishes in recent memory, a good portion of the crowd came to their feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the third fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Now that the title was hers again for another night, Emily reached back, worked a hand into Kendra’s hair and pulled the beaten woman’s face that much closer to her encroaching buttocks. “Next time,” she promised with a cold hiss and a hard little shake, “you’ll be awake to kiss my ass.” She let loose, stood up and rolled the Siren onto her tummy with an arrogant little nudge.
Castle handed her the belt a bit grudgingly for the champ’s taste, but she had tested his patience and so she kept silent while placing a foot on Kendra’s upturned buns. “This,” she said of the big golden belt hoisted over her head, “is not about power, prestige or money. This is about being a leader. I’m tired of facing women who treat this as little more than a bauble or a promotion. If you seek to challenge me, you’d better be prepared to prove you’re a better leader than I. Because a bad attitude and bad ass…” she pressed down on Kendra’s butt and ground her foot nastily, “…isn’t going to get the job done. Do your homework, FAWN. I’m waiting.”
Slinging the title over one shoulder, Emily stepped on, then over her beaten opposition on her way out of the ring.
It’s a curious thing, how much fan support could be relative. Ordinarily, a proclamation so indicative of the Siren’s arrogance would be met with unanimous condemnation from the FAWNatics. And sure enough, there were PLENTY of boos and jeers as Jennifer Lopez & Iggy Azalea’s ‘Booty’ began to pump over the speakers... but there were also cheers, some in attendance apparently ready to welcome their new asstastic overlord...
BOOTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxtIRArhVD4
KENDRA LARUE:
The volume of their response just grew louder when the curtains were pushed open, and the former Queen of the Jungle strode into view. LaRue MORE than ably filled out her black fightin’ bikini, Kendra’s body every bit as ready for primetime as her resume would suggest. Of course, it’s impossible for eyes NOT to be drawn to LaRue’s backside, where the word ‘Siren’ was scrawled in flowing pink script. Her ensemble was completed by white pads and boots.
The Siren’s sashay down the aisle eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the staircase with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her head to address the crowd. “If any of you losers and cretins have a heart condition, I suggest you avert your eyes now.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated her most prized asset...
... and quite possibly created a few new heart patients in the process.
HANDLEBARS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=waRtcBy_GMI
The Siren was in the midst of weaving another deadly song when the FAWN’tron went heavy with static fuzz and the light linked out. It didn’t last long however. Accompanied by the plinking introduction to ’Handlebars’, a bank of spotlights illuminated the squared circle, transforming it into an eight by eight grid of black and white squares, the only chessboard worthy of the architect of FAWN’s grand design. When Jonny 5 reminded everyone he could ‘keep rhythm with no metronome, no metronome’ Emily West strode forth to address her kingdom.
EMILY WEST:
Utterly composed despite of (or perhaps in spite of) the daunting task laid before her, Emily planted herself center stage then reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp holding the World Title in place. This she raised overhead, turning it ever so slightly so that it glittered in the low light. Taking that as his cue, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, representing the Black Court, hailing from Dunwich Massachusetts, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and twenty-two pounds. She is the One Hundredth Percentile, the Black Queen and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
For the chore of humbling the haughtiest haunches in the land, West wore a gleaming black corset with half a dozen tiny silver buttons that started just below her sternum and ended just above her navel. Below, the corset flowed seamlessly into a matching black skirt edged in delicate white lace. Traveling yet farther south (across perhaps three inches of exquisitely toned thigh) Emily’s strong legs were armored in black nylon stockings topped by more lace (albeit in black) and shiny black wrestling boots that reached to just below the knee. Her championship style was accessorized with flat black pads at elbow and knee and a completed by a wide choker done in black velvet. From this choker hung a small onyx pendant carved into the shape of her favorite chess piece.
Satisfied with both the gameboard, the audience and the quality of her opposition, Emily made her way down the aisle and went straight to the steel steps, which she ascended without fanfare. Standing on the edge of what was clearly her undisputed dominion, the Black Queen calculated just how many individual palm prints she’d have to leave on Kendra’s ass to create a convincing tessellation. She’d triple checked the figures by the time the canvas to regain its normal coloration and promptly slipped between the strands. Claiming the nearest corner by champion’s right, she lifted the title to the rafters and tapped the faceplate three times.
I’m. So. Smart.
The reaction was mixed, to put it mildly. While a certain segment of the populace enjoyed the security that came with a reasonably benevolent despot, there were plenty more that couldn’t stand the brunette’s ruthless approach to control and then there were some that just wanted to see someone get smothered twice. Didn’t matter who, these people just wanted to see some air deprivation. Always willing to keep the pawns happy for the good of the board, Emily hopped down from the buckles and offered the belt to Nick Castle when he walked over to check her pads and boots. The time for posturing and threats was over. The game had begun and the Insidious Intellectual meant to sweep this rival force clear off her board.
The bell CLANGED and Kendra was out of the corner at once. She’d been in position to win the FAWN World Title before, but never in a match that’d been tailored to her particular skill set. Tonight though, the stars weren’t just aligned, they were fahking perfect and after she smothered out that wannabe Juggernaut not once, but TWICE, she’d hoist the gold for all to see.
Keenly aware of the threat LaRue and this particular bout posed to her reign, Emily matched the taller brunette’s pace to the center of the ring, but much to the surprise of the FAWNatics, she didn’t shy away when the Siren chested up on her and tried to keep right on walking.
“That’s your first mistake, little girl.” Kendra looked down her nose at the champion to reinforce the three inch height difference. “You might’ve impressed the poseurs with that rack of yours, but you’re swimming in the deep end now and THOSE…” she raised an index finger and jabbed it into the swell of Em’s left breast. “Aren’t going to save you from THESE…” LaRue stepped all the closer, making sure West felt the strength of shot in her own chest. “… or THIS.” With that she took a half step back, pivoted to one side and treated the Black Queen to a Hip Check strong enough to rock West back on her heels.
Em caught her balance quickly enough, but rather than go on the attack she only rolled her eyes. “Classy as ever, Kendra. Of course I really shouldn’t expect much from the woman who carries her curves with all the grace of a dumpy, forty-something divorcee lugging his twenty-five pound ball to the bowling alley’s singles mix--”
Kendra charged her with a short Clothesline, which West avoided by dropping low and threading her ankles between the Destroyer’s legs. A simple twitch of Emily’s stems sent LaRue sprawling onto her face, chest and belly as victim of a Drop Toe Hold. More irritated than hurt, Kendra pushed to all fours, then let out a pained grunt when West sidled in off her right side and wrapped a surprisingly brawny arm around her head.
Hands clasped tight, she pulled the challenger’s face against her breast and stretched out full length, forcing Kendra to go down on her belly. “Do you really think I’m intimidated by the contents of your off the rack two piece?” Emily scoffed at the wriggling powerhouse. “Lest you forget, I’ve humbled the likes of Roxanne McCrimmon and Margaret Connor in the middle of this ring and they’re world class athletes. You my dear are nothing but a glorified mud wrestler, a svelte pig robbed of her precious wallOOFFHH!”
LaRue struggled to her knees and promptly wrapped both arms around West’s midsection. It didn’t break the Headlock, but it made sure the champ didn’t go anywhere as Kendra got to her feet. Meaning to Backdrop Suplex the mouthy little snot into next week, she bent her knees, popped her hips and, “NNNGGHHH!”
Emily snapped a heel back during liftoff and caught Kendra in the thigh to return herself to proper verticality. Feet set apart to keep LaRue from hoisting her again, the Amazing Academic ground the knot of her hands against the side of Kendra’s face, thus keeping her at least partially submerged in jugg for a little while longer. Certain that the taller woman wouldn’t go under without a great deal of convincing, Emily abruptly shifted her weight, slammed her not unimpressive tush into the challenger’s tummy and used it to sling Kendra over one hip via a strong Headlock Takedown. LaRue hit the canvas hard enough to break the Waistlock, so West wriggled around enough to get Kendra’s face that much deeper into her championship cleavage. “What’s that Kendra, honey?” she cooed far louder than necessary. “You’ve already had enough? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak louder, the referee can’t understand what you’re saying!”
With one arm pinned beneath the champion’s torso, Kendra couldn’t reapply the Waistlock like she wanted and she pounded her heels against the mat in frustration. Nick Castle noted this outburst as something worth following up on, so he closed in and leaned over the action while staying just out of clawing distance. “What’s the word, Kendra? You want to give it up?”
“NNNNNGHHH NO! NO, YOU ASS!” LaRue finally managed to twist her face free of the smaller woman’s goddamned tits, though Emily’s fists still ground against the side of her neck. “NO I DON’T FAHKING GIVE! THIS MIDGET DOESN’T HAVE THE STUFF TO MAKE ME GAAAHHHH NOOOOOMMMPPPPHHH!”
The Sensual Scholar abandoned her Headlock and turned onto her stomach to press both breasts down on Kendra’s mug. True, the challenger did have her head twisted to one side at first, but a quick handful of hair set that to rights and gave LaRue an up close n’ personal inspection of her foe’s sternum. Their positioning didn’t let West get the sort of leverage or seal she would’ve liked (she much preferred the traditional Waist Mount, a Reverse Breast Smother was meant to be used on prey that was far more exhausted than Kendra) she managed to wrap her arms around the challenger’s biceps, thus pinning her arms to her sides. Fingers locked in an S-grip across LaRue’s back, Emily laid one cheek atop the pinned woman’s gulping chest and murmured, “If this was anything more than a glorified catfight you’d have lost already. It’d almost be funny if we weren’t in the Main EventTEERRGGHHH!”
Kendra powered loose of Em’s arms and immediately buried both hands in the Insidious Intellectual’s hair. Using the illegal hold to crank West’s neck back created the tiniest bit of separation and thus allowed the Siren to pull her head away from that sweltering furnace. The ref was already yammering at her to let go of Emily’s hair, but LaRue ignored him so she could pull the champ a little farther down her torso. When she felt Emily’s tummy press against one shoulder, she let go of her hair and instead wrapped both arms around West’s waist. Then she rolled over onto her stomach, pushed to one knee and clambered to her feet, all with Emily draped over one shoulder like a bag of laundry.
“Ohhhh, you’re gonna pay now, shytstain,” Kendra huffed to the squirming Courtier. “I’m gonna lump you up real good before I butt you out!”
To better carry through on this promise she removed one arm from the Waistlock and braced that hand against Emily’s chest. Now that they both had a good view of the impending disaster, Kendra pointed herself toward a corner on the far side of the ring and took off as fast as her feet could carry her. She covered the distance quickly in spite of Emily’s added weight and when the moment was right she pushed up and--
Emily kicked her legs and slid out the back door, landing on her feet just behind the charging challenger. As quick to act as she was to think, the Black Queen put a shoulder into Kendra’s back and plowed forward, forcing her into a BWUUUNGING tits-first collision with the top turnbuckle. Slowed to a crawl following the breath-stealing impact, LaRue babystepped away from the unyielding corner and would’ve happily taken a timeout if West hadn’t grabbed a shoulder and swung her around. Dropping low while the challenger was still moving, Emily slipped her right arm between Kendra’s legs and muscled her up onto her shoulders, making it look effortless despite the sixteen pound weight difference.
With her left arm cradled over the back of LaRue’s neck, Emily stomped to the middle of the ring and came to a stop facing the hard camera. “I’ve said it before and I’ll continue to say it until someone decides to listen. It takes more than size and power to compete with me. Think about it.” Then she hupped Kendra up and forward, dropped backward and pulled her knees up to her chin to make sure the bigger brunette had a most unpleasant landing when she THWHUMPED down atop those upraised shins.
DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nzi5wt4A7wA
LaRue bounced up like she was spring-loaded and went rolling toward the center of the ring, where she came to rest on all fours. Or rather three of four, as one arm was pressed snugly against her aching ribs.
In Emily’s book favoring a body part was as good as painting a bulls eye on it and the Black Queen wasn’t just an expert marksman, she was a deadshot. Lining up off the challenger’s left, West bounced into the ropes, came off running and achieved near Daly-levels of speed by the time she left her feet in a low hop and THWHUMPED ‘em both into Kendra’s side. The Siren went rolling yet again and when she stopped it was face-up, albeit curled tighter than ever before.
Satisfied with the progress she’d made thus far, Emily strolled over to the grounded grappler, brushed her protecting arms aside and casually delivered a short Double Stomp to Kendra’s navel.
“GUUUUH BYTCH!” LaRue twisted the champ off and pulled herself into the fetal position, an undignified defense but the only one she could muster at the moment. “This isn’t a Tummy Torture match! Stuuuhhh….stay the fahk away from my ribbsssserrgggghhhh!”
Emily buried her hands in LaRue’s dark hair and forced her to stand even though it was the last thing Kendra wanted to do. Switching the hair hold to a perfectly legal Muy Thai style Neck Clasp before the referee could complain, West tugged her forward and drilled a quick Kneelift in just above the navel. “Don’t think I’m ignorant of your potential for callipygian devastation my dear.” Emily gave her a little shake, then stepped in and THUMPED another Kneelift home. “In fact I daresay it‘s the only reason (THUMP!) you‘re sharing a ring with me (THUMP!) right now. (THUMP!) But here’s a rather salient point you may have overlooked. (THUMP!) Without oxygen your lungs and your brain don’t function properly. (THUMP!) And without those (THUMP!) the rest of you is as useless as that over-inflated medicine ball you’ve got stuffed into those undersized briefs.”
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
The Amazing Academic’s last Kneelift shot Kendra up on her toes and she would’ve dropped to her knees if West hadn’t wrapped a loose hug around her shoulders. Lest this be mistaken as an act of charity, Emily promptly transitioned to a tighter, one armed coil around the back of the challenger’s neck. This allowed her to cup her free hand against the back of LaRue’s skull, which in turn allowed her to guide Kendra’s disbelieving face into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Blinded by her plunge into jugg, LaRue’s first reaction was to suck in a deep breath which only resulted in a weak gasp that tasted of sweat and heat. Doing everything she could not to panic, Kendra balled her hands into fists and pounded punches into Emily’s sides. A good strategy, yet one that cost her dearly as West replied with yet another Kneelift, this one landing a half inch above her waistband. Quickly losing her battle against darkness and deprivation, LaRue sank to one knee, a concession greeted by a loud ‘ooooooooohhhh’ from the FAWNatics.
Emily was pleased too, though she was careful to keep it off her face. LaRue was hardly MENSA Material, but the LaRue line was known for a certain low cunning, Combine that with power enough to rival any member of The Three and those freakishly bulbous hindquarters and-- West lost her train of thought when she felt Kendra’s hands scrabbling faintly at her thighs. Adjusting her grip to better scrub the challenger’s face against her chest, Emily murmured, “Don’t breathe too deep now, Siren. There’s still another fall ahead of WHOOAANNNNGGGHHHHH!”
In an irritatingly apt illustration of West’s concern, Kendra wrapped her arms around the champ’s thighs, powered to her feet and tumbled to one knee all in a single furious motion. The Sensual Scholar recognized the Inverted Atomic Drop a second before it connected and she did her best to prepare for impact, alas the heavy WHUMP of thigh on crotch left her pigeon-toed and moving in slow motion.
The trunk work allowed Kendra to rip her head loose of Emily’s clutches, a ragged escape that filled her mind with vengeance as surely as it filled her lungs with air. Sliding her Bear Hug north until it was wedged into the smaller brunette’s armpits, LaRue clambered to her feet, then popped her hips and tossed Emily over n’ around courtesy of a Belly to Belly Suplex that sent her flying across the ring.
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0OdpBIV8EQ
West hit hard on her right shoulder, rolled through to her back and made it back to verticality more thanks to excess momentum than any acrobatic finesse on her part. Stretched out flat following the big throw, LaRue noted that the obnoxious bytch had landed only a few feet from the turnbuckles, in fact she didn’t seem to realize she was cornered. Oh so glad to bestow this bit of knowledge on the champion, Kendra pushed to her feet and charged West flat out. Emily registered the rapid approach and tried to twist out of the way but her body betrayed her brain and paid the price when LaRue slammed a shoulder into her tummy. Folded up around the encroaching Siren, Emily was ripped from her moorings and driven into the buckles with a BWUUUNG that made your fillings ache.
Genuinely giddy at the prospect of punishing this overrated little toad, Kendra anchored herself to the middle rope with both hands, reared back and dove forward to return her shoulder to West’s tummy. Much like a certain brand of potato chips, ya can never have just one Shoulderblock and so Kendra kept up coming, peeling off more than a half dozen before Castle reached ‘THREE!’ on his count. Tacking on one more to make sure Em’s butt was wedged nice n’ tight against the middle buckle, Kendra grabbed an ankle in either hand and stepped back with a convulsive yank that put Emily on her tush and bounced the back of her noggin against the second turnbuckle.
Settling into a slight crouch, LaRue leaned in close and almost absently SMACKED Emily across the face. “I always knew you were a fahking fraud. Beating up gym rats with hearts of gold and tiny little mean girls might fool some people, but I knew as soon as you got a taste of real power…” she trailed off and ran one hand over the undeniably wide curves of her backside, “…you’d prove yourself more throne than queen.” West was too busy sucking wind to answer, so LaRue stood up, turned around and sauntered to the center of the ring. “TAKE ALL THE PICTURES YOU WANT!” she bellowed to a rather conflicted crowd. “THIS IS THE ASS THAT CHECKMATED THE BLACK QUEEN!”
Rounding on the corner at a dead run, Kendra spun again with a few steps to spare and threw herself into a THWHUMPING ass-on-face collision. West’s head whiplashed something fierce and Kendra expected her to slop over on one side, so she was more than a little surprised when the seated brunette draped an arm over the middle rope.
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lY3P1RYrNK0
“Haven’t had enough, Emmy?” the challenger ‘flicked’ her briefs into place with an ominous snap. “Well that’s ok. There’s plenty more where that came from. In fact, I’m serving up all you can eat tonight.” Sauntering away from the slumped courtier, LaRue went three quarters of the way across the ring before she did an about face and rushed back the way she’d came. While she wasn’t often mentioned in the same breath as someone like Jenny Jacobs when it came to innovative offense, Kendra took pride in the fact that she had several different ways to mash a loser with her ass, so instead of doubling down on the Hip Attack she hurled herself into a low somersault that ended with her tush THWHUMPING against West’s tits.
CANNONBALL SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7XVm5Ejse0
Tumbling backward onto her knees, LaRue snatched hold of the smaller woman’s ankles and draaaaaagged her away from the buckles before switching over to a double handful of hair. Moving like she thought West could slip loose at any moment, LaRue hurried to her feet and forced the smaller brunette to do the same. Then she lowered her head, forced it between Emily’s thighs and wrapped both arms around West’s legs. That sixteen pound weight advantage made hoisting the champ off her feet rather easy, but it still earned an ‘oooooooohh’ from the crowd to see the lead Courtier slung down Kendra’s south slope like a backpack. Well clear of anything the brainy bytch could grab to save herself, LaRue charged forward and after a few big steps shifted her hands to a spot just above her opponent’s knees. A rough shove sent West flipping over and down into something like an improvised Sunset Flip, only Kendra was in control every step of the way. With Emily’s chest directly lined up with her cheeks, dropped down and back to land in a THWHUMPING seat atop the rack that was supposed to be her biggest threat in this match.
SIREN BOMB @ 1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
West’s legs jolted into the air and on any other night Kendra would’ve hooked one or both in a Matchbook, however pins and submissions were a moot point during this particular battle. Only the dubious mercy of unconsciousness would bring victory and besides, LaRue had a point to prove. Taking just enough time to grind that velvet-sheathed wrecking ball against Emily’s top, the big brunette spun to one knee, buried a hand in the Amazing Academic’s hair and scraped her off the canvas.
“You may think I’m only going to bury you under my ass once tonight,” Kendra purred to the huffing, spaghetti-legged grappler, “but you’re oh so wrong. You’re gonna be snuffling my trunks long after the feed fades to black, gotta give the fans a reason to download the FAWN app, right?” West answered with a groggy Forearm Smash which the Gluteal Gladiator swatted aside like it was nothing. She repaid Em for the defiance with a stinging Bytch Slap, then leaned over and once again worked her head between the champion’s legs. When she straightened up the fans thought she might be doubling down on the Siren Bomb, but LaRue changed their thinking once she’d tucked Emily’s legs under her armpits, essentially trapping the smaller woman in a midair matchbook.
Unable and unwilling to keep the smirk off her face, Kendra turned in a small, careful circle and said, “Ass one. Tits nothing.”
The score was still on her lips when she pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees, just CRUSHING Em’s head, chest and shoulders courtesy a vicious Siren Song. Keeping West’s legs hooked after impact, LaRue scooted forward and sat the heaviest curve of her backside on Emily’s upturned face, then promptly blotted out everything else by bringing her thighs together. Squealing in a decidedly un-regal fashion from the depths of the callipygian prison, the Black Queen wriggled and writhed, but Kendra’s mount was perfect and her seal was even better.
SIREN SONG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPUhoRLzD1k
Denied oxygen, even the greatest minds couldn’t function and it didn’t take long before Emily’s resistance had subsided to a fitful twitching. Savoring every little hitch of breath and twitch of nose, Kendra stole the latter and pinched the former without lifting a finger. In a normal match she would’ve been a winner ages ago, yet the smother rules made it clear her opposition had to be out cold, so LaRue didn’t look at Castle until there’s been no movement from West for perhaps ten seconds. Not quite ready even then, she tossed Em’s legs aside, pushed up the tiniest bit and then swung around in a half circle, all the better to wedge the defeated Queen’s face into her crack. Hands on her hips, LaRue glanced to the official and said, “Check her.”
Nick went to it and the results surprised absolutely no one. Emily’s right arm fell to the mat three times without so much as a twitch, meaning Castle was perfectly justified in calling for the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called over the conflicted voice of the crowd, “your winner of the first fall… KENDRA LARUE!”
“Forgot to add, ‘your next world champion’, chump.”
Nick strolled over and tapped her on the shoulder. “Up now, Kendra. Go back to your corner and take a breather. Next fall will begin shortly.”
LaRue took her time in getting up and she made sure to ‘flick’ her togs back into place while Emily’s face was darkened by the shadow of her ass, but she didn’t argue about heading to her corner. A brief respite would allow her to decide just how to use Emily’s favorite weapon against her.
Elsewhere, Castle had raised West to a seat and very carefully helped her stand. Slipping an arm around her waist, he led the tottering brunette back to her corner and set her gently against the buckles. “I can give you ninety seconds, Em.” he said after handing her a water bottle he’d left under the bottom turnbuckle, “but that’s all.”
Emily didn’t answer at first, she’d uncapped the bottle and poured a good glug or two down her face, much to the delight of those assembled. Raising a finger to the official, she beckoned him closer only to grab a handful of shirt, which she used to wipe her gleaming features. Didn’t do much for the subtle make-up applied pre-fight, it did however get the stink of Siren off her face and more importantly, cleared a good deal of the fog between her ears.
“Ninety seconds will be fine, Nicholas.” she said quietly. “Leave me now, please.”
He did and the humbled Queen sipped her water in peace and quiet, or at least as peacefully as she could with Kendra making scorching eye contact from her side of the ring. The interlude passed far too quickly for Emily’s liking, not that that stopped her from heading out onto the canvas when the ref called them forward. LaRue came for her like a conquering hero, the Siren KNEW there was no way West could’ve fully recovered from her ass-ault, even if she put on a brave face.
“We both know your reign is over, cupcake.” Kendra sneered. “So here’s my offer, one queen to another. Waddle up and put your nose right here.” she jabbed an index finger to the deepest part of her cleavage. “And I’ll jugg you out before you know it. What do you say?”
Emily arched an eyebrow. “I say you’re a terrible negotiator. And a poor excuse for a queen.”
LaRue snorted her disgust. “All right, bytch. You wanna go out hard. By my guest.” She charged and swept Emily into a Collar & Elbow, which quickly transformed into an awkward hug around the back of West’s neck. Looking to seal the deal as quickly as possible, Kendra jerked Em’s face toward her cleavage, but the smaller brunette twisted aside and slipped around behind with a Waistlock. Too consumed with gold fever to pretend this was still a wrestling match between equals, Kendra snatched Emily’s wrists, pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, WHUMPING her ass into the pit of the Insidious Intellectual’s tummy. Another Ass Smash demolished what little remained of the Waistlock and let LaRue round on her wheezing opponent. Stepping close, she hooked her right arm across Em’s chest and slung the champ’s near arm over her shoulders. With a handful of trunks for extra support, she tore the Black Queen off her feet and tossed her to the canvas with a cringe-inducing THAWHAM!
STRANDING URANAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFeuRo4jtlo
Emily bounced onto her side and Kendra flipped hair out of her face, the Siren highly irritated that West was ignorant of or simply choosing to ignore her innate genetic superiority. “On your feet, loser.” LaRue nudged West onto her back with one disdainful boot before plunging both hands into her hair. “I want these morons to see the exact moment your legs finally give waNNNNGGGHHH!”
Emily was almost vertical when she tucked her chin against her chest and wedged her head under Kendra’s chin. Wrapping her hands around the back of the challenger’s neck, she hopped up and landed on her knees to deliver a textbook Jawbreaker. LaRue rocked back on her heels but didn’t come close to going down, so Emily put her wrists together and drilled both hands into the pit of the challenger’s stomach with a short, powerful Palm Strike Susan had taught her.
The other brunette staggered a bit more, so West struggled to her feet a pounded a celebratory Kneelift into her attacker’s stomach. That doubled the Siren over, but still didn’t put her down, for which Emily was most grateful. Clasping her hands across the back of LaRue’s neck, she pulled her close and fired off a glute-churning barrage of left-right-left Kneelifts that had Kendra backpedaling for the first time in what seemed like ever.
Still throwing knees when the challenger’s back hit the ropes, Emily pressed in as close as she could and climbed onto the second rope. “I know a turnbuckle is traditional for this sort of thing,” she huffed while threading LaRue’s arms over the top strand, “but I pride myself on being able to adapt to any situation. Observe.” Keeping Kendra pinned in place with a combination of the ropes and her bodyweight, Emily twined one hand into the bigger brunette’s hair and pulled her head back, thus exposing her forehead to a brisk series of punches the FAWNatics were happy to track. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!…’ West stopped, looked out at the crowd and raised an index finger to her temple.
I’m. So. Sma”WHAAAAANNNNGGGHHH!”
LaRue shrugged her arms free of the ropes and wrapped ‘em around Emily’s hips. Pivoting to her left, the Gluteal Gladiator charged along the perimeter, lowered her shoulder at the last second and BWUUUNGED West against the buckles with a Shoulderblock cum Spear. Emily hit the buckles hard and would’ve dropped to a seat if an infuriated Kendra hadn’t grabbed her by the nape of the neck and tossed her out into the center of the ring. Barely able to stand at that point, Em tumbled into an ungainly roll and ended up on all fours.
“I’m through trying to drag this out,” LaRue snarled to no one in particular. “I’ve already smothered your ass. Now I’m going to crush it and Jugg Smother you out with the rest of the garbage.” Emily couldn’t or didn’t answer, so Kendra stepped through the ropes onto the apron. While not known for her aerial prowess, the Siren moved with obvious self assurance as she grabbed the top rope and climbed all the way to the top floor.
Alerted to some as of yet unforeseen danger by the cry of the crowd, Emily kept her head lowered as she shot a glance toward the FAWN’tron, which revealed Kendra’s ominous perch. Certain that there was only one move in LaRue’s arsenal that required such a set-up, West let out a groan and slowly, sloooooooooowly got to her feet without turning to face the corner. Chancing a few wobbly steps backward, Em made as if to swing all the way around only to break into an explosive charge that sent her into the ropes just as Kendra was rising to her full height.
The unexpected jolt threw the Siren off balance and she dropped with a little ‘eep’ that grew into a full-fledged groan when her crotch slammed down on the roughly-padded steel ring. The BWUUUUNG followed by moans from those assembled told Emily everything she needed to know and she treated herself to a sigh of relief. Turning her attention to Kendra only after she’d ‘flicked’ her distended trunks back into place and made a minor adjustment to her top, Emily stalked over to the stymied Siren and CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a shot that was equal parts Bytch Slap and Palm Strike.
LaRue’s head snapped to the side and she groaned, “You sneaky bytch. You’re gonna be in a world of hurt when I get out of NNNNNGGGHHH!”
Emily caught her across the cheek with a stiff Elbow Smash that lowered the challenger’s defenses long enough for West to draw her into a Front Facelock. “If you wanted down from there, you could have just said so. No need to resort to idle, pointless threats.” Emily noted before tossing LaRue’s left arm over her shoulder. From there she climbed onto the middle rope and helped herself to a sturdy grip on Kendra’s waistband. This she used in conjunction with the Facelock to force her rival from an unpleasant seat to a slightly less unpleasant crouch.
Still too shook up after the fall to contemplate what West was planning. Kendra didn’t recognize the danger until the Sensual Scholar started to lift her off the corner. Snatching for a handhold a split second too late, LaRue found herself hoisted into place directly above West’s vaunted noggin, that sixteen pound weight advantage meaning nothing with the proper leverage applied. Demonstrating incredible balance, Emily kept the stall frozen for three long seconds, just enough time for those unabashed Black Court supporters to cry, “I’M SO SMART!” Then she dropped down and back, but mostly down, to ensure LaRue TWHONKED hard atop the crown of her skull.
AVALANCHE CEREBRAL HEMORRHAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ogHWplmlHI
Emily floated over into a cover after the Avalanche Cerebral Hemorrhage planted Kendra like a lawn dart, but since a three count would net nothing she put a hand to the Siren’s shoulder and hip and shoveled her onto her tummy. “Get up, Kendra.” Emily demanded. “I said get your fat ass up!”
The Amazing Academic SMACKED LaRue’s wide rump, then snatched a double handful of lycra and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked the stretchy material several inches north. Kendra yelped and struggled to her hands and knees, all the better to clamber away from the tricksy bytch who’d tried to break her neck. West pushed up and stalked alongside her, though she made no move to intercept the challenger.
Eventually LaRue stopped to deal with the wedgie and that’s when Emily struck. Charging forward from a dead stop, she planted her foot and brought the right one whipping up to THWHACK against the side of her prey’s face. Kendra’s head snapped up like she had a bad case of whiplash, then she flopped over onto her back with hands splayed limply overhead.
SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gN75WbLM0Ic
Quietly pleased with the work she’d done in the last couple minutes, Emily circled around so she was standing above LaRue’s head. Trailing a hand over her sweating chest, West let her fingers build up a noticeable sparkle before she leaned down and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto her opponent’s face. “Just a taste to whet the appetite.” she murmured. “Here comes the main course.”
With Kendra already more than halfway to Dream Land, West faced no resistance when she swung around and dropped down to straddle the other brunette’s stomach. Working her hands into LaRue’s long locks, the Black Queen pulled her into a seated position and carefully looped her left arm around the base of the Siren’s neck. “You took great pleasure in introducing me to your particular charms, Kendra.” West cooed as she cupped her right bicep. “Now it’s time you experienced mine.”
“Hnnnnngghh…. nnnffffgghh… whuuu…” Kendra started to come around when Emily palmed the back of her head, yet she didn’t appreciate the gravity of her situation until the moment the FAWN World Champion stuffed her nose-deep into the dark valley of her décolletage. Keening with equal parts disgust and distress, LaRue fired several panicked, girlie slaps into Emily’s back and when that didn’t work she buried her hands in the Black Queen’s hair.
Emily grunted, pulled Kendra in a little deeper and scrubbed her face to n’ fro, making sure to bend the taller woman’s nose against her sternum. “Go on, Siren. Breathe deep if you can.” Em worked her shoulders back and forth, drawing LaRue closer while simultaneously smacking her cheeks with no hands.
“MMMMMPPPPPPPGGGGHHHHHH1” Kendra was back to slapping at Emily’s shoulders, not that it did a damned bit of good what with her dwindling reserves. Patient to a fault, West waited until Kendra was almost wrung out before she scooted forward and gently lowered her to the mat.
Once she had the Siren stretched out, Em wriggled up a little bit and shifted her hands from the traditional Front Sleeper grip to a simple clasp across the top of her head. A brief but intense round of jostling and scrubbing was greeted by silence, so the Amazing Academic said, “You may check her wrist, Mr. Castle.”
Nick knew damned well that to do so was a mere technicality, yet it had to be done so he knelt down beside the brunettes and set to it. LaRue’s hand rose once… twice… thrice. The ref pushed up, spun away and threw a sign to the Timekeeper. Shortly thereafter, the bell CLANGED a go for the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the second fall… EMILY WEST!”
Castle was exchanging a few words with the ringside crew when a cheer from the FAWNatics drew his attention. Figuring it was nothing but some temple tapping from the World Champ, he glanced casually over one shoulder, then got a whole lot more interested the instant he saw Emily had Kendra up and trapped in a Standing Headscissors. “Hey Em, let her go!” he barked. “There’s ninety seconds between falls!”
Emily hooked her fingers into the leg holes of LaRue’s black briefs. “Yes there are. And I intend to use all of them.”
There were still several long strides between Castle and the ladies when West used her grip to punish Kendra with a monstrous wedgie that also hoisted the challenger clear off her feet. With LaRue’s soles pointed toward the rafters the Sensual Scholar dropped to her butt to THAWHUNK her insensate adversary courtesy a Pulling Piledriver. Kendra seemed to fold into herself before stretching out full length and tumbling onto one side.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyB5Bap9Fuk
While the zebra had no great love for the Siren, he wasted no time getting between her and the hard-eyed World Champion. “To your corner, NOW!”
Emily regarded him with a level gaze. “Or what, Nicholas? Disqualification? Titles don’t change hands on disqualifications and the office didn’t set this match under such tawdry rules because they wanted a technical masterpiece. They wanted what these baying people want. To see Kendra, or more likely, myself, simpering helplessly into the curvature of her preening adversary. I’m just giving them what they wanted. And look, she’s already up and moving, you worried for nothing.”
Nick turned around and sure enough, LaRue had made it to all fours, though she looked like a strong breeze could change all that. Sidling up beside her, Castle sank to his knees and murmured, “Can you stand, Kendra? If you can, hook an arm over my shoulder. If not I’ll have to stop the match.”
Kendra shook her head ‘no’. “Duuhhhnn… don’t stop… the match,” she huffed. “I got this bytch, I just need NNNNNNGGGHH!”
Nick threw his arms in front of his face and threw himself backward when Emily charged, hopped and planted a foot against the back of Kendra’s skull. Then she pushed down with all her weight, driving the challenger’s forehead into the mat with a THWHUNKING Curb Stomp that echoed well into the upper deck.
CHECKMATE @ 00:07 [/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvP1j_OhuTw
Knocked cold in an instant, LaRue flopped over onto her back and didn’t move, the woman who’d crushed Emily West under her ass earlier in that very same match reduced to a defenseless wreck. Staring at the champ in furious disbelief, Nick sputtered, “I swear to God, Emily, get back to your corner and wait there or I’ll have brass slap you with the biggest fine FAWN’s ever--”
“With all due respect, I could give a rat’s ass about a fine.” Emily snapped. “The facts are simple. Kendra is unconscious, unable to defend herself and likely to be that way for at least several minutes. Seeing as I have no interest in waiting that long, you have two options. Either end the match and make sure the Announcer tells everyone it was stopped because Kendra LaRue cannot continue because I KNOCKED HER FAT ASS OUT or you stand aside, let me take my seat and let the Gladiatrix photographers get what’s theirs. Make your choice, Nicholas.”
The ref sighed, shook his head in disgust. He knew what he wanted to do, but it would not go over well with his bosses. “Finish it.” he said after several long seconds. “And don’t draw it out or so help me I’ll find a way to make you sorry.”
West nodded. “You have my word.”
Castle stepped aside and signaled the Timekeeper for the second time in as many minutes. The crowd murmured in surprise when the bell sounded a start to the third fall, though their confusion was quickly forgotten when Emily strutted over and planted a foot on either side of Kendra’s oblivious noggin.
Hands on her hips, the Black Queen looked her foe up n’ down to confirm she was well and truly beaten. Satisfied, Emily murmured, “And now, if you don’t mind me dusting off an extremely hoary old chestnut, it’s time you had a taste of your own medicine, Siren.” She dropped to her knees slowly, treating this final show of dominance with the same sort of reverence you’d see given a rite of passage or solemn ceremony. Blotting out the challenger’s features from eyebrows to chin, Emily pulled her feet in against the sides of LaRue’s head, thus ensuring she couldn’t turn away from the Reverse Face Sit even if she’d been awake. Some slight adjustments got the beaten brunette’s nose and mouth where they needed to be, the former wedged firmly between West’s bunched glutes and the latter pressed against the thin lycra barrier that was all that stood between her and a most humiliating kiss goodbye.
Settled into her new seat, the Insidious Intellectual swatted at LaRue’s breasts, raked her tummy lightly and patted her crotch, none of which raised more than the softest of groans against her nethers. She could sense Castle practically burning to swoop in and end this, so she leaned forward, hooked Kendra behind the knees and pulled her legs up under her armpits in a Reverse Matchbook. Completely unnecessary at that point, but Emily wanted to make sure her next opponent got a look at the ass that was ‘supposed’ to have ended her title reign. Laying her hands atop those vulnerable cheeks, West treated them to a taunting squeeze, then sighed, “Do as you must, Nicholas.”
Screw formality, Castle didn’t even bother to check the Siren’s wrist, he merely gave the Timekeeper one more sign. Still quite amazed by the way the Courtier had turned a one-sided beating into one of the most dominant finishes in recent memory, a good portion of the crowd came to their feet when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the third fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… EMILY WEST!”
Now that the title was hers again for another night, Emily reached back, worked a hand into Kendra’s hair and pulled the beaten woman’s face that much closer to her encroaching buttocks. “Next time,” she promised with a cold hiss and a hard little shake, “you’ll be awake to kiss my ass.” She let loose, stood up and rolled the Siren onto her tummy with an arrogant little nudge.
Castle handed her the belt a bit grudgingly for the champ’s taste, but she had tested his patience and so she kept silent while placing a foot on Kendra’s upturned buns. “This,” she said of the big golden belt hoisted over her head, “is not about power, prestige or money. This is about being a leader. I’m tired of facing women who treat this as little more than a bauble or a promotion. If you seek to challenge me, you’d better be prepared to prove you’re a better leader than I. Because a bad attitude and bad ass…” she pressed down on Kendra’s butt and ground her foot nastily, “…isn’t going to get the job done. Do your homework, FAWN. I’m waiting.”
Slinging the title over one shoulder, Emily stepped on, then over her beaten opposition on her way out of the ring.