Post by SammieSinclair on May 10, 2015 21:28:40 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the fourth stop on the Marvelous Retirement Tour! Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…” His voice trailed off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
If ‘appropriate respect’ meant a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics did exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” pumped over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates burst through the curtains and the swell of noise only increased as she spread her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slapped her hands together at her crotch. Her hands moved to her hips where she indignantly viewed the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
LAKEISHA BATES:
Bates stood clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK were inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist was a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that split into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the centre of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms were connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs was 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graced her bosom. The look was completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reached ringside, and ascended the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. “Bytch’s goin’ away tour is comin’ to a premature end tonight,” Bates muttered, more to herself than anyone else, as she slid through the ropes. “Ol’ Wonder Bread’s gonna make a NIIIIICE throne...”
While Keesh’ went about telling all the losers within the sound of her voice just what she planned to do to their heroine, the Announcer went back to his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Spring Breakers turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain glanced to the camera that’d pulled up alongside. “Took out a Royal in April. Gonna get my shot at a queen in May. The fun never stops.”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first and presumably only match against one of FAWN‘s most iconic World Champions, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Acknowledging the signs entreating her not to leave with only the subtlest of nods, Deschain kept her attention on Bates, knowing full well that the former leader of Dangerous Curves wasn’t above jumping her before the bell. But LK seemed content to snark with the crowd while occasionally shooting dirty looks at the Mangler. Those were nothing new for Syd, so she strode up the steps, wiped the soles of her boots on the apron and climbed between through the ropes. Strolling to the centre of the ring, she offered her salute in full view of the Nubian Queen. Bates only rolled her eyes and made a show of snapping her golden bottoms a little tighter over the curve of her glutes. Challenge noted, Syd backed into the opposite corner and waited for the ref to check on her pads and boots.
LaKeisha didn’t dawdle when the bell sounded. This particular member of the Man’s Army had been on quite a roll since the new year and the Nubian Goddess knew that defeating her would A) put the first blemish on this ridiculous retirement tour and B) put her on the short list to face the brainy bytch who’d masterminded the destruction of Dangerous Curves two years prior. Sydney’s motives were much simpler, albeit just as strong. She wanted to hang an ‘L’ around the neck of a former World Champion in what was sure to be their only meeting. While one victory did not a rivalry make, she damned well meant to put Bates on her back.
Approaching the technician with caution laced with a healthy dose of contempt, LaKeisha stopped a few paces shy and said, “Seen some pretty big names on this tour of yours, honey pie. Can’t help but notice they’ve been as lily white as you up until tonight.” She cocked her head to one side and offered Deschain an insolent smirk. “What’s the matter? You looking to pad those numbers before I introduced the Rump Shaka to your flat face?”
The corner of Syd’s mouth turned up in the faintest suggestion of a smile. “Contracts have always been first come, first served, LaKeisha. If you’d wanted in sooner, all you had to do was be at the front of the line.” Now it was the Marvel’s turn to smirk. “But that’s not really your style is it? Not these days at least. Why risk getting your ridiculously overrated ass beat in the centre of this ring when you can let Kendra do all the dirty work, then swoop in and claim all the glory for NNGGH!”
No warming up in the bullpen for Bates, she closed in fast and PWAAAKED Deschain across the chest with a Forearm Smash that knocked her opponent back several paces. Syd grimaced, put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath. When she looked up at LaKeisha she was smiling again. “Not bad for an armchair general. But if you interrupt me again you’re going to pay for it.”
The Booty Queen of Fort Worth snorted derisively. “That a fact, whitebread?”
The Mangler shrugged. “You’ll have to interrupt me to find out… honey chi--”
LK stormed into the breach, her right hand leading the charge with a Bytch Slap aimed directly at the smaller woman’s jaw. Too bad Syd grabbed her wrist and darted to one side neat as you please. Flanking Bates from arm’s length, Deschain put her free hand against opposing shoulder and pressed forward and down, guiding LaKeisha onto her belly with what was essentially a loosely applied Fujiwara Armbar. Quite oblivious to the delighted roar of the crowd, Sydney sat down next to LaKeisha and deftly hooked her left leg over Bates’s exposed arm. Then she locked her ankles and reached forward with both hands to cinch a Crossface against LK’s nose.
Or at least she tried to.
Where Deschain was all icy calm and measured precision, Bates went full on livewire the instant her tummy touched the canvas. Sick with disgust over the thought that this bytch would try to choke her out so fast, LaKeisha kept her chin tucked against her chest and dragged herself across the mat as fast as she cou--
OMOPLATA CROSSFACE:
”AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
Sydney wrenched her head back with a double handful of hair, then immediately applied the Crossface and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back with all the torque she could muster. Bellowing in equal parts rage, denial and pain, LaKeisha shook off Castle’s questions as best she could and reached for the ropes with her free hand. Short by six or eight inches, the grounded brunette planted that hand like a kickstand and started to twist in a rough circle. Five seconds of torture allowed Bates to drape her left ankle over the bottom rope, a victory she celebrated by screaming, “GET THIS CRAZY CRACKA OFF ME!”
Sydney relinquished without so much as a word from the ref, which was not to say LaKeisha’s ordeal was over. Pressing her hands flat against one thigh and the centre of Bates’s back, Deschain got up and made a very deliberate point of stomping on her rival’s vaunted buttocks as she set off on a casual stroll to the other side of the ring.
Free of the trap that’d almost claimed her in humiliatingly quick fashion; LaKeisha Bates scrambled to a seat and pressed her back against the strands. Rolling her shoulder as she watched the older woman, the Nubian Goddess muttered, “You want your career to end eight months early, honey pie? Put your boot on my ass one more time and see what happens.”
“If it’s anything like the first time I’ll enjoy it quite a bit.” Deschain answered blandly. “But stomping is so impersonal, isn’t it? A spanking though, that’s the only real way to put a brat in her place.”
LK sprang up with fire in her eyes. “That’s it. Hope you said your goodbyes, bytch. You’re leaving this ring on a stretcher.”
“If anyone leaves on a stretcher it’ll be you. On your stomach of course. I suspect that soft, overrated ass will be in no condition to NNNGGGHHH!”
LaKeisha stormed into the breach and swept the Marvel into a brawny, domineering Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. A good deal of the FAWN audience tended to forget about Bates’s Destroyer bona fides and so she reminded them by marching the other brunette into the opposite set of ropes like she was little more than a cranky toddler. Pressing on even when there was nowhere for Deschain to go, LaKeisha moved her hands from collar and elbow to Syd’s face and proceeded to redden it with a series of slaps and shoves that went on until Castle made his presence known.
“That’s enough, LK! Get her off the ropes before I--”
“Don’t bother me with your sass, little man!” the former World Champion barked. “Me and little miss thang here are about to have quite a discussion about respect!” She palmed Sydney’s face in both hands and squeezed hard, forcing a low, keening moan from the Californian, not to mention some equally distressed wriggling. “Yeah, that’s right bytch! You startin’ to see now, ain’tcha?” LaKeisha didn’t bother to wait for an answer, she just wrapped her mitts around Deschain’s throat, took a giant step back and torqued her hips to fling Deschain three quarters of the way across the ring with a Beal Toss. Syd THWHAMMED down flat on her back and sat up at once, both hands going to the base of her spine.
BEAL TOSS @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL601n2iwhI
Aware that she needed to get to her feet as quickly as possible, she helped herself to a hold on the middle rope and used it to stand. She was in the process of turning around when LaKeisha roared in and BWUUUNGED her against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash. “OH YEAH, YOU FEELIN’ IT NOW, AREN’T YA, BEEYOTCH?” Bates couldn’t help but smirk as she took a step back from the body-shocked battler. “Yeah, you gonna make a real nice seat.” LK cooed. “Not just yet though. That face of yours got some rough mileage on it. Need to soften it up before it’s worthy of the greatest ass FAWN’s ever known.”
Agenda set, Bates stepped in and up, mounting the second rope to better force the flat, cinnamon plank of her tummy against the Marvel’s cheek. Twining one set of fingers deep into Deschain’s hair, LaKeisha cranked her head back as far as it’d go and pounded the first punch into Syd’s forehead. Powerless to stop themselves, the FAWNatics tolled that blow and all the others that followed.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NIYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’
They went from resigned to rejoicing when Sydney tugged free of the other woman’s clutches (giving up a small but painful hank of hair to do so) and spun into place on the Booty Queen’s six. There were any number of things Deschain could’ve done in such a position, but given such an inviting target, there was only one reprisal that ever crossed her mind. PWAAAK!
LaKeisha grabbed the ropes in both hands and yelped with surprise when the Mangler drove a straight right hand into her right cheek. She almost let go before realizing that doing so would make her a prime target for any number of the cracker bytch’s Suplexes. So she gritted her teeth and looked over one shoulder, hoping to find the official. “BACK HER OFFA ME!” she bellowed between punches. “BYTCH IS USIN’ CLOSED FISTS!”
Nick did his best to explain that these shots counted as Body Blows in the rulebook and thus closed fists were perfectly fine. Tried is the operative word, conversation was all but impossible with the crowd counting, TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Syd closed out the bun bruising set with a THWHAPPING European Uppercut, then wrapped both arms around Bates’s waist and squeezed hard. “NO! LEMME GO! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT THINKIN’ ABOUT AAAAHHH SHYT!” LK’s tuff tone vanished when Deschain wrenched her loose of the ropes and ropes and angled around in a wide half circle. Certain a German Suplex was in her immediate future, the Booty Queen tucked her chin against her chest and cradled her arms against the back of her skull. A good plan indeed, up until the moment Sydney pushed onto her toes and went down on one knee to THWHUMP LaKeisha’s vaunted tush with an augmented Atomic Drop.
Deschain released on impact and Bates tippy toed away, her hands pressed protectively against those harassed curves. Far from impressed with the other woman’s defences, Sydney backed up several steps, giving herself the room for a proper running start when she took down LaKeisha’s back-trail. As of yet unaware of the threat comin’ up from, ahem, behind, Bates was feeling the tiniest bit better when Deschain hopped up and PWAAAKED both feet into her butt with a huge Front Dropkick.
Knocked into a drunken lurch by the blindside strike, the Nubian Goddess hit the ropes chest-first and bounced off, her hands once again pressed protectively to her pancaked posterior. Sydney wasn’t mean enough to interfere with a fellow wrestler’s recovery, so rather than tug Bates’s hands out of the way, she simply coiled her arms around the taller woman’s elbows, thus pinning her arms to her sides. Bates cursed and started to deadweight but the Mangler already had her boots off the mat and that meant it was all over but the THWHUMP! Folded into the perfect Matchbook courtesy the Arm-Trap German Suplex, LK wriggled like a fiend while Castle counted off…
ARM TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyY0hYXqSKo
ONE…
TWO…
The former FAWN World Champ powered loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, proof positive that she was still very much in the match. Syd accepted this information readily enough, certainly there was no stalling or complaint to the official when she laid claim to Bates’s ankles. Tucking one under each armpit, she clasped her hands and chest level and sloooooooooowly rolled the protesting battler onto her stom--
”I don’t think so, honey pie!” LaKeisha snaked her left arm around the Marvel’s right calf and held on tight to freeze the Boston Crab in its tracks. “You ain’t strong enough to roll me over, whitebread. I know. You know it. All those idiots know it. So just lemme go and we can stand this up. I might even let you take the first shot. But if you screw with me…” The threat in Bates’s eyes was unmistakable, the trapped lovely sounding quite commanding even though she was inches away from an extremely painful predicament.
Sydney mulled her foe’s words for all of two seconds. Then she shook her head and smirked. “I think I’ll pass. Besides, you’ve piqued my curiosity.” A single swift jerk freed her leg and let Deschain finish turning the protesting Texan onto her belly. Syd didn’t step across to complete the Crab however. Instead she raised her right boot and stomped on LK’s vulnerable backside.
LaKeisha snarled in pained protest, reached for the offending limb and received another Butt Stomp for her troubles. “C’MON CASTLE!” she shouted after a half dozen more shots landed uncontested. “THIS SHYT CAN’T BE LEGAL! GET HER OFFA MY ASS!”
Nick shrugged helplessly. “It’s unorthodox, but it is legal. Unless you can break the hold or reach the ropes I’m afraid you’re stuck.”
“BULLSHYTNNNNNGHHH!” Bates’s shout of rage transformed into a squeal of indignation when Deschain stomped down yet again and started to twist her foot back n’ forth like she was butting out a cigarette. Vowing to make this particular soldier in ‘The Man’s Army’ suffer like few others before her, LK slapped her palms into the mat, then puuuuuuushed up as far as she could and started clambering toward the ropes. She’d made it all of three feet when Sydney finally stepped over and dropped down to complete the Boston Crab.
Pressed to the canvas by the sudden increase in pressure, the Booty Queen went damned near apoplectic the instant she realized the bytch wasn’t sitting in the small of her back. She was seated directly atop the curves of LaKeisha’s abused assets and she was bouncing and sliding like the other woman was her favourite saddle in the whole wide world. “Still think I was padding my record, sweetie?” Sydney chided after an especially prolonged tug. “Only thing that feels padded around here is this soft, sloppy ass of yours.”
The Nubian Goddess didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Clearly the cracka was touched in the head and in desperate need of assistance. LaKeisha meant to provide it, just as soon as she reached the safety of those fahking ropes. Resetting her hands, she pushed up and resumed crawling. While her pace was slower than before, Bates never faltered and in less than twenty seconds she’d wrapped a hand around her lifeline. “You’re gonna get off my right now, honey pie.” she said quietly. “Otherwise the Man’s doctors ain’t never gonna put your nose back together. Hell, they won’t even FIND that bytcHHHRRGGGHH!”
Sydney CRANKED back on the Crab just long enough to start Castle’s count. Easing off at ‘TWO!’ she tossed Bates’s legs aside, popped up and delivered a single swift Mushroom Stomp to the Texan’s beleaguered booty. LaKeisha *almost* slid under the ropes to take a breather. But to do so was to cede her domain to this agent of The Man and she wasn’t about to do anything so galling. Grimacing against the cramps in her glutes, Bates pushed to one knee and swung around to better regard her tormentor. “You think you’re pretty damned funny, don’tcha?”
“I’ve enjoyed grinding boot tread into your overrated ass. Whether or not that’s funny is entirely up to you.” Syd replied.
Fighting the urge to charge blindly, Bates stood up and raised both hands to shoulder level. “Oh, I’m overrated now? Where’s your FAWN World Championship, honey pie? Never mind, no one cares. Just c’mon over here and I’ll out-wrestle your overrated ass before I rip it to shreds.”
That was all the invitation Deschain needed. She came in with shoulders hunched and hands hanging low, refusing to bite on any of the taller woman’s feints until “OOOOFFFHHH!” LaKeisha rocked back on her heels for the clinch, then pivoted on one foot and THUMPED her right thigh across Deschain’s tummy when the Marvel lunged.
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! PLAYED YOU LIKE A CHUMP, DIDN’T I?” Bates crowed as she jerked Sydney into a rough Front Facelock. Tossing the winded brunette’s near arm over her shoulders, the Nubian Goddess took hold of some waistband and pulled up hard enough to inflict a half wedgie. This pair of grips proved more than enough for LK to lift her burden to high noon. Such preparation almost always meant a Gourdbuster from the Texan but on this occasion she wheeled around in a half circle, took a few stomping steps toward the ropes and dropped Deschain gut-first across the rubber-coated steel.
Free of the technician’s meddling for the first time in what seemed like ever, LaKeisha took a moment to ‘flick’ her bottoms back into place and was grimaced when that minor adjustment raised a dull, throbbing ache. “You seriously think you can take this away from me, cracka?” Bates slapped her booty and this time it was a little more tolerable, but still not pleasant. “Sounds to me like you need that damned fool head of yours rearranged… or just taken at the shoulders.”
The Texan had snatched hold of Deschain’s hair to better deliver this missive, so Castle strode over and said, “Either let go of her hair or get her out of the ropes, LK.”
She shot him a disgusted look, then SMACKED the back of her foe’s exposed noggin. “I can do both just fine, OFFICER. Now back the hell off and lemme do my job.”
The ref did as bade and LaKeisha did the same, though she did it in the opposite direction and at a much faster pace. Running the ropes to Sydney’s right, Bates made the return trip in half a dozen long strides, whirled around on her heel and hopped up just enough to THAWHUMP her ass into the side of the brunette’s skull. Syd’s head whiplashed to one side, the impact more than enough to send her flopping back into the ring in a stunned heap. LK thought about making the cover for all of two seconds, then dismissed it. As impressive as it would be to blow the old bag’s doors off, a prolonged beat down would be even better for her World Title aspirations. And being the woman who ruined Sydney Deschain? That was even better.
Already wondering what sort of ass puns Gladiatrix would run with her triumphant photo spread, LaKeisha helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the stunned wrestler to her feet. Not full verticality though, she forced Syd to bend over double, making her already throbbing head an excellent target for the Hip Strike Bates drove into her temple. Deschain reeled but didn’t go down, so drew back and swung in a second time. That one dropped the brunette to her knees, which still wasn’t good enough for the Nubian Goddess. Dragging her upright yet again, she put a little more stank on this one and THWHUMPED ‘Dat Ass’ into the side of Sydney’s face.
HIP STRIKE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-kzzpbMi-E
Knocked loose from her moorings, Deschain went down on her back and immediately rolled to one side to cradle her head in her arms. “Hurts, don’t it, honey pie? Better tuff up quick. It’s about to get a whole lot worse.” Bates swatted those protecting arms aside, buried a hand in Sydney’s hair and dragged her up just enough to apply a Front Facelock. Adding a handhold to her waistband allowed the former World Champion to haul her prey all the way up and to better display her when she turned in wide circle. She stopped with Deschain’s tush facing the hard camera, then tipped it a wink and leaaaaaaaaned forward until she was bent almost as deep as her opponent. Then she flipped her hair and snapped down onto her back to THWHONK Syd’s forehead into the mat via a huge DDT. Deschain somersaulted onto her back and LaKeisha floated over mostly on instinct, the Booty Queen of Fort Worth settling for a simple Lateral Press while the ref counted…
DDT @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4LhSc5nzx8
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney lifted a shoulder, her escape made much easier because Bates hadn’t bothered to hook a leg. “Figured you was too stupid to stay down. Nice to have proof though.” LK sneered. The Marvel didn’t respond, so she dragged her up by the chin, switched over to a Wristlock and flung her into the nearest corner with all the spite she could muster. The BWUUUNG alone was enough to make the audience wince, Syd however lost her footing and dropped to her butt in the aftermath of the jarring spine-on-buckles impact.
“All these idiots think I’m gonna give you some of this,” LaKeisha smirked while rubbing both hands up and down her glutes. “But far as I can tell, you ain’t nothin’ but an old cockroach. And they don’t get the butt. They get the boot.” Positioned directly in front of the vulnerable Mangler, Bates took the top rope to Deschain’s left in both hands and placed her right foot against the other woman’s neck. From there she dropped into a deep squat and extended her right leg as far as she could, thus throttling her with every inch of that gorgeous gam.
Syd started to flail at once, her hands seizing Bates’s ankle in a death grip while boot heels kicked and scuffled against the unforgiving mat. Neither of these paid any sort of dividend and she was forced to endure the rough treatment until Castle barged in and barked, “Enough of that shyt right now, LaKeisha! Get off her throat!” The count followed immediately thereafter, so Bates pulled back at ‘THREE!’ and pounded a quartet of stomps into those whitebread tits just because she could.
Backing off only when the ref got too damned obnoxious to ignore, LK raised her hands to shoulder level and backed off until Castle shut his trap. Then it was right back to the corner where she grabbed Sydney’s ankles and dragged her out so that her head was resting perhaps a foot shy of the bottom turnbuckle. Feet planted by the other brunette’s shoulders, the Nubian Goddess put her hands on her hips and looked down at the faltering fighter. “I’ve been whoopin’ your ass for all’a three minutes and I can already tell you ain’t nearly strong enough to take a Rump Shaka without goin’ to the hospital. Rump Shaka Lite on the other hand, I think your skinny little self can handle that.”
Eager to test this hypothesis, Bates took possession of the top rope and quickly climbed onto the middle strand. Knees bent deep, the gold-clad grappler rocked up n’ down, up n’ down, building as much momentum as she could before hopping off and THWHUMPING down ass-first on Deschain’s chest. Syd’s legs flew up but Bates didn’t bother to hook ‘em, she simply raised her own arms in anticipation of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Deschain’s stems kicked off the canvas for the second time in as many minutes, only now they moved with a whole lot more purpose. Hooking them under the seated woman’s biceps, the Marvel rolled LK onto her back like a Sunset Flip, but instead of going for a cover she got to her feet and snatched the startled woman’s right ankle in both hands. Threading her left leg inside the captured right, Sydney folded Bates’s leg across her shin before grabbing hold of the left leg and hooking it over LaKeisha’s exposed right ankle. It wasn’t quite a traditional Figure Four, it did the job however, especially when Deschain wedged LK’s left shin between her thighs to keep the Texan from going anywhere. From there Syd twisted down onto her belly and over onto her butt, a swift little barrel roll that turned LaKeisha onto her stomach as well. A spiteful, two handed SMACK sent the former champ’s hands flying to her rump’s defence, which only made it easier for Sydney to claim her wrists in either hand. A single long tug straightened LaKeisha up and back until Deschain stopped the progress by planting her free foot just above the small of her foe’s back. Pulling on the Wristlocks and pushing with her foot, Deschain jostled both and smiled primly when LK let out a loud, pained wail.
FIGURE FOUR SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojrnd5va4MQ
“Wanna give it up, tuff girl?” the Mangler taunted. “Then go on and tell the world how your big, bad ass couldn’t handle my foot!” She shifted her foot a few inches south, so that it was wedged directly against those celebrated cheeks.
LaKeisha shook her head ‘no’ even though her shoulders, spine and leg felt like they were on fire. “Go ahead and do everything you can, bytch.” she growled. “All that sass is gonna make it so much sweeter when I butt you out for the night.”
Deschain snorted and flipped hair out of her face. “We’ll see who’s face gets covered here in a few minutes. For now you should look up at the lights, in case you can’t see them later.”
“That’s it. No mercy for you, cracka. Gonna make you beg and squeal and that’s BEFORE I NO! NO DAMMIT, LEMME GOOOUUUURRRHHK!”
Sydney gave up one of her Wristlocks to grab a handful of hair. This made it much easier to pull LaKeisha back to a point where her back was pressed firmly against her attacker’s chest. That’s when Deschain switched over to a Chinlock with both hands and craaaaaaaanked back, putting all sorts of strain on her adversary’s neck. Bates waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ in between tugging at Syd’s hands but she couldn’t gain any real traction until she grabbed hold of the brunette’s hair and treated it to several hard yanks. The ref complained about it before the Marvel did and she probably could’ve kept the hold in place if she’d been determined. Sydney wasn’t going to over commit though, so she halved the Chinlock and made Bates pay for the cattiness with a brisk slap and a hard hair pull of her own. Then she pushed Bates about halfway up, shifted her free foot to the small of her back and kicked forward to send the Texan whipping over and down, her face, chest and belly THWHUMPING against the canvas.
Rising to one knee, Deschain adjusted her togs and smoothed out her hair before standing and heading for LaKeisha, who was busy checking her nose for signs of a break. While she avoided any trouble on that front, the former FAWN World Champ did not avoid the trio of heavy Stomps that the Mangler thum-thum-THUMPED into her undefended buttocks. This attack got Bates to roll over and sit up, another reaction that did no favours to her poor abused tush. Set just fine with Sydney though, she cupped a hand under LK’s chin and slapped her again, another small receipt for getting her hair pulled earlier. Then she scraped the Booty Queen off the canvas and pulled her into a tuff little Full Nelson.
Silent until she was sure Bates’s chin was deep in her own cleavage, Syd leaned in and whispered, “I’m gonna pound that big ass of yours flat, sweetie. You hear me? Pound. It. Flat.” Each word was paired with its own Kneelift and I don’t have to tell you where all three of ‘em landed.
LaKeisha hissed and spat and struggled against the brunette’s grip, but it only got her more Kneelifts which did no favours to her cramped, bunching glutes. “You ain’t ever gonna submit me that way, honey pie.” she huffed. “My ass DOES the beating. It don’t get beNNNGGH!”
Sydney unleashed a veritable barrage of Kneelifts to Bates’s backside and didn’t stop until her foe’s legs were the consistency of overdone spaghetti. Only then did she release the Nelson and work her head under LK’s left arm. A half Waistlock from the right and a bracing palm against the back of Bates’s left thigh were more than enough for the Marvel to hoist the Nubian Goddess onto her right shoulder. The crowd cheered for what they thought was an Atomic Drop only to buzz in surprise when Deschain swung toward the ropes and dropped her burden thighs-first atop the strands. There was a loud ‘TWANG’ followed by an even louder THAWHUMP as Sydney used the Slingshot to spin back around and drop LaKeisha flat on her ass in the centre of the ring.
SLINGSHOT ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aPtyJuy7ww
Bates howled and reached for her buns, far too preoccupied with their throbbing to notice the Mangler sitting down on her six. That changed in a big way when Sydney slid in close and reapplied the Full Nelson. She also worked her legs around the taller woman’s waist, but instead of a Scissors she slid her stems alongside LK’s and hooked her ankles in just above her rival’s heels. Realizing the danger, Bates squirmed to get her legs free; alas with her butt in such bad shape she couldn’t muster enough resistance to prevent the Mangler from spreading her legs to a near perfect forty-five degrees. “Still don’t think I can submit you this way, Booty Queen?” Syd cooed.
“Do your worst, cracka.” LaKeisha sneered. “Your face and your ass are gonna pay the same priWHOOOAAHNNNNNNGGGH!”
Delighted cheers from the FAWNatics as Deschain rolled onto her back and in doing so forced LK to do the same. Holding Bates aloft and exposed while being careful to keep at least one shoulder off the mat, Sydney let her think about it for a good long, while before she rocked forward and WHUMPED her prey home with that classic pro staple, the Keester Bounce.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAHD! STAAAAAAAAHP!” LaKeisha wailed as the impact sent lightning blasting up and down the length of her spine.
“It’ll stop when you submit, sweetheart.” Sydney promised. “Not a second before.” She rolled ‘em both back again and made a short show of opening and closing Bates’s defenceless legs before delivering the second WHUMP!
“What do you say, LK?” Castle asked after two more butt-crushing blasts. He’d never seen LaKeisha’s prized hindquarters taking such a drubbing and he wasn’t sure the woman was thinking clearly at the moment. “You want me to call it, just say the word.”
“I want you to piss off, whitebread!” she damned near screamed it at him. “I ain’t gonna let no flat ass lieutenant in The Man’s Army treat me like WHAAAAAHHHNNNGGGHHH OOOOOOOHHH LEAVE MY ASS ALONE YOU DAMNED CRACKA BYTCH!”
“I already told you how to make it stop, baby.” Sydney murmured in her ear. “Just say the magic words and you can go home and put some ice packs on your poor, pampered NNNNNGGGHH!”
Bates mashed a miniature Headbutt into the side of Deschain’s face and immediately followed with a more direct assault to the bridge of her nose. Neither broke the Full Nelson entirely but it did disrupt the Mangler’s control on LaKeisha’s legs, which was what the Booty Queen wanted all along. Writhing like a downed power-line, Bates managed to roll over and end up on one knee. From there she pushed to her feet and “Nnnnnngggghhhh!” Syd hopped up and wrapped her legs around the Texan’s waist, crushing it with a Bodyscissors.
LK’s knees quavered so hard it looked like she was going to collapse, but they stabilized at the last second and so did she. Carrying the other brunette in a piggyback ride neither of them wanted, LaKeisha dipped into her reserves for a moment, then broke into a shambling run that made pretty good time right up until the moment she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Sydney’s spine into the turnbuckles. The Scissors dropped away as did the Nelson, leaving LK in charge of herself for the first time in several minutes. Even better, she was in charge of the whitebread bytch, who was suckin’ wind after being caught between a rock and a hard place.
Gripping the top rope in both hands, LaKeisha pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, just SLAMMING the medicine ball of her ass into Deschain’s midsection. Then she did it again. And again. And again. Half a dozen times in all and she would’ve kept going if the Marvel’s legs hadn’t given way. The unmistakable sound of ass hitting mat did wonders for LK’s aches and pains. Looking over one shoulder, she smirked down at the stunned Marvel and promised, “This is just the beginning, honey pie.” With that she dipped her knees and thrust her hips backward to treat Sydney to her first real taste of FAWN’s most dangerous backside. Attacking with a skill born of years of practice, the Nubian Goddess treated Deschain to a demoralizing mix of salsa swivel, strip club grind and high impact twerking, her every movement designed to mash the other wrestler’s face all the while making sure she didn’t draw a breath that wasn’t redolent with sweat and humiliation.
To Syd’s credit, she pounded at those intruding glutes something fierce, but her position was poor and Bates far too determined to let anything or anyone disrupt the Rump Sniffer. It only ended when Carpenter closed in after ten endless seconds and said, “All right LK, that’s enough. Get her out of the corner.” “Where’s my count, Mr. Man?” she taunted without missing a beat. “I want it. And I want it slow.” LaKeisha got her count at the same pace everyone else got theirs and she expressed her displeasure by working an extra twelve seconds worth of ass-on-face grind into the ‘FOUR!’ legally allotted by the official.
Stepping away with a flourish, Bates ‘flicked’ her golden trunks into place, then stretched her arms wide and turned in a wide circle. “I DON’T KNOW ‘BOUT HER TECHNICAL QUALIFICATIONS!” the Booty Queen said with an insolent grin. “BUT THAT GIRL SURE IS AN ASS KISSIN’ MARVEL! I AIN’T HAD MY BOOTY WORSHIPPED LIKE THAT IN YEARS!”
This brought jeers from all ‘round, which only put a bouncier spring in LK’s step as she strutted back to the gasping, greasy-faced battler she’d left in the corner. Twining her fingers into the vulnerable woman’s hair, Bates dragged her up and forward into a heavy Kneelift that spiked into the Mangler’s belly. “Now that you’ve had a taste of my ass,” she turned her back on the other brunette and hooked her arms around Deschain’s biceps to pull her as close as possible. It wasn’t quite a Standing Headscissors, but the base of Syd’s neck was most definitely wedged against the curves of LaKeisha’s glutes and her pain-sharpened features were pointing at the canvas directly below. Waggling her hips a little, the Nubian Goddess snarked, “Kiss the canvas, bytch!” Then she hopped up and dropped to her knees, a brutal shift that brought Sydney THWHUMPING down flat on her face, chest and belly, with the added discomfort of Bates’s gargantuan behind landing across the back of her shoulders.
KTCB!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqHXAW4ylyA
Deschain bounced on impact and LK transitioned into a loose Headscissors, which she used to roll the flattened fighter onto her back. From there she slid up and forward, sat on Syd’s chest and hooked one leg in a confident Half Matchbook. The FAWNatics lent their voices to Al’s count even though they feared the end of the Marvel’s three PPV winning streak…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain pressed both hands to LaKeisha’s hindquarters and shoved her loose with a whisper to spare. Everyone save Bates herself seemed to approve of this development so she compensated for inferior numbers by exclaiming her disdain to everyone in the FAWN arena and several surrounding city blocks.
“ARE YOU SHYTTING ME, HONKY? THAT’S GOTTA BE THE SLOWEST SLOW COUNT I EVER SEEN AND I BEEN BATTLIN’ THE MAN’S ARMY SINCE DAY ONE!” She was up in Al’s face now, actively bullying the lanky official toward a corner. “JUST HOW MUCH THEY PAYIN’ YOU TO PROTECT THIS PIECE A’ SHYT? TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND I’LL DOUBLE IT! ANYTHING TO GET A FAIR FIGHT IN THIS JOINT!”
Al finally put on the brakes and raised a hand. “I’m getting the same rate I always get, LK. And it’s more than enough to make sure I don’t throw a match. If you want to beat her, I suggest you focus less on me and more on the girl picking herself off the mat as we speak.” Bates whirled to follow his gaze and sure enough that stubborn cracka was fighting to all fours. “Don’t think we’re done yet, Mr. Man.” She snapped her fingers in his face to show she meant business, then stamped over to Sydney and smacked the back of her head. “Get up ass rag, you got work to do.”
A double handful of hair got Deschain to boot leather and though she fired a few game punches at Bates’s midsection, it wasn’t nearly enough to keep the Texan from marching her to the closest corner. Wedging Syd’s spine against the buckles, LaKeisha draped her arms over the top rope and climbed into a mount on the second strand. Fist cocked, she drew a bead on Deschain’s skull, then looked out at the crowd and waggled a finger. “Don’t think so, playas. Little Ms. Honey Pie’s gettin’ something special.” With that she grabbed a rope and turned around, putting that much talked about booty directly in line with Sydney’s noggin. Supremely confident in the wrecking ball that was her ass; LK raised one hand overhead and lifted an index finger. In the same instant she flicked her hips, effectively ‘punching’ the Mangler in the face with her buns.
Impressed in spite of themselves, the crowd joined in for the rest of LaKeisha’s Booty Beatdown. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Bates swiveled her hips like she was winding up for the biggest Butt Bolo yet, then she shook her head ‘no, no, no’ without delivering a coup de grace. Or so it seemed for all of a second. Because LK took off when her feet touched down, the former World Champion streaking across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. Hopping up on the second turnbuckle with one foot, she pushed off and twisted about in mid-air so there was no precious time wasted regaining speed when she returned to the canvas.
Already cringing in anticipation of a colossal Flying Ass, many FAWNatics covered their eyes when LaKeisha leapt up and aimed her domineering derriere at Deschain’s mouth. That meant they missed the moment Sydney twisted aside, leaving her foe to BWUUUNG ass-first into the barely padded steel rung. LaKeisha sucked in a gasping shriek, the numbing pain in her rump too much for her vocal chords to process at that particular moment. Landing on her feet strictly by chance, she staggered out of the corner and went for Deschain, her eyes full of lunatic fury.
“THINK YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY ASS, HONEY PIE?” she raged. “I’LL BREAK YOUR DAMNED NECK!”
The Nubian Goddess swung a Haymaker that would’ve been far more effective if she hadn’t telegraphed it from several miles out. Deschain ducked the blow with ease, slipped in behind and caught Bates’s arms in a Full Nelson. Just like that she popped her hips and hoisted LaKeisha into the air, not to bridge for a Suplex, but to sit out for a hellacious Atomic Drop that THWHUMPED the Texan’s compacted can into the mat with astounding force.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWMOPe82Kvs
LaKeisha bounced up almost at once, though she didn’t get too far what with being doubled over and all. Deschain was right behind her (no pun intended) a vengeful Marvel quick to plunge both hands into her foe’s hair. Stuffing Bates’s head between her thighs, Syd worked her arms under the other woman’s biceps, but rather than lock her hands to secure the Double Underhook she worked her fingers into the leg holes of LK’s golden bottoms. One big yank ‘n lift was all she needed to pull LaKeisha’s togs outta sight and hoist the woman herself upside down. Sydney sat out immediately thereafter, the short, brutal fall just PLANTING Bates’s skull against the canvas. ‘Keesh jolted once and flopped onto her back, yet she must’ve retained something of her senses because she managed to continue onto her stomach, thus denying the Marvel an immediate pin.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QTzAMrBryU
Hardly put out by this, Deschain grabbed the Nubian Goddess at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her ba-- Syd paused, then pushed Bates onto her stomach. “Should’ve asked around before you accepted this match, sweetie.” the Marvel swung a leg over LaKeisha’s torso and slid it back so it went under her arm. “Anyone who’s been in the ring with me would’ve told you the same thing.” She repeated the process with her other leg on LK’s other arm, then crossed her ankles against the back of the Texan’s neck to complete a sort of face-down Lotus Lock. “I won’t bytch and moan about having an ass on my face, but anyone who puts it there better be prepared to pay dearly for the pleasure.”
LaKeisha smacked a boot against the canvas and tried to wiggle loose of predicament, Syd didn’t think she quite understood the severity just yet. “Guuuuhhhh…. get offa me…. bytch,” the Booty Queen moaned, “you ain’t got no right to sit on AAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHH! AAAAAAAWWWWWW GAWDDAMMIT STAAAAAAAAHP!”
Sydney crossed her wrists into an ‘X’ slipped her thumb and pinky into the deep crease that separated thigh from buttocks and bore down on a modified Hammy Clamp that focused exclusively on Bates’s battered buns. Fighting like a snake with a broken back, LaKeisha tried to whip a leg up in hopes of catching Deschain in the forehead, alas Sydney stayed back and low, the Mangler more than willing to keep ‘chewing’ her opponent’s resistance. “YOU MEAN DIRTY BYTCH!” LK wailed as Deschain’s steely fingers kneaded more and more hurt into those once defiant cheeks. “THIS AIN’T RIGHT! YOU CAN’T ASS CLAW SOMEONE INTO AAAAIIIEEEE SHHYYYYYYYTT!” Sydney stopped clawing and started punching, the determined brunette firing straight, PWAAAKING shots into LaKeisha’s defenseless booty. Then she resumed her iron grip and another five seconds of that was enough for LK. “I GIVE! GET OFFA ME YOU GODDAMNED OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Sydney bore down again even though Al had already turned to call for the bell. “Ask nicely.” she said in a tone of poisoned sweetness.
“THE FAHK I WILL!” Bates howled. “LEGGO OF MY ASS OR I’LL SLAP A FINE ON AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHHYYYYYYYYT! FINE! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, NO LEGGO OF MY ASS!”
Sydney did, just in time to raise both hands when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Woodsboro Mangler treated LaKeisha’s scorched behind to a final pat, then uncrossed her heels and stood up. Al had just taken her wrist when the lights went out all over the arena. Syd didn’t move, save to pull her hand away from Carpenter. She closed her eyes and tried to tune out as much of the crowd’s buzzing as possible. This didn’t feel like an ambush, but she didn’t want the lights blasting her vision to shyt without warn--
“Hello, Sydney.” came a voice magnified by the FAWN’tron. Deschain opened her eyes and there was Adelaide Brewster, looking quite elegant in an arterial red dress that was all the more impressive considering she’d been to war with Cynthia Mitchell less than an hour ago.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“Congratulations on your fourth win old woman.” the Weeping Angel cooed. “I didn’t think you had that sort of effort left in you. Fear not, I have no intention of ruining this fine moment; in fact I’m here to tell you to live it up! Enjoy tonight and every night between now and Mayhem as much as you can because on THAT NIGHT…” Adelaide reached off screen and pulled out a document that anyone who’d ever watched a FAWN contract signing immediately identified. “On that night your farewell stops and your retirement begins in the same way. Screams. Tears. And blood.”
Adelaide turned the contract toward her and ‘PFFWOOOOSHED!’ a gory crimson cloud all over it.” Licking her lips clean, the Queen of Nightmares smiled and said, “Sleep tight, old woman. I’ll see you at Mayhem.”
The ‘tron flicked out and the lights flicked on, leaving Sydney alone with Al and the wreckage of LaKeisha Bates.
“Wow, looks like you’re getting popular, Syd. Hope you didn’t have other plans for Mayhem.”
“The match is the only plan, Al. Glad to see Adelaide step up. It’s been a lot of egomaniacs so far. Was hoping a few monsters would slither out of the dark eventually.”
“Looks like you got your wish.”
“Yes I did. Excuse me, Al. I need get cleaned up. Then I need to see how to stake a vampire if I can’t use stakes or garlic.”
“Heart punch?” Carpenter asked without missing a beat.
Deschain regarded him blandly. “I won’t tell Jenny you said that.”
“Thanks Syd.”
If ‘appropriate respect’ meant a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics did exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” pumped over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates burst through the curtains and the swell of noise only increased as she spread her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slapped her hands together at her crotch. Her hands moved to her hips where she indignantly viewed the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
LAKEISHA BATES:
Bates stood clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK were inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist was a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that split into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the centre of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms were connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connected the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs was 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graced her bosom. The look was completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reached ringside, and ascended the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. “Bytch’s goin’ away tour is comin’ to a premature end tonight,” Bates muttered, more to herself than anyone else, as she slid through the ropes. “Ol’ Wonder Bread’s gonna make a NIIIIICE throne...”
While Keesh’ went about telling all the losers within the sound of her voice just what she planned to do to their heroine, the Announcer went back to his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Spring Breakers turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain glanced to the camera that’d pulled up alongside. “Took out a Royal in April. Gonna get my shot at a queen in May. The fun never stops.”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first and presumably only match against one of FAWN‘s most iconic World Champions, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Acknowledging the signs entreating her not to leave with only the subtlest of nods, Deschain kept her attention on Bates, knowing full well that the former leader of Dangerous Curves wasn’t above jumping her before the bell. But LK seemed content to snark with the crowd while occasionally shooting dirty looks at the Mangler. Those were nothing new for Syd, so she strode up the steps, wiped the soles of her boots on the apron and climbed between through the ropes. Strolling to the centre of the ring, she offered her salute in full view of the Nubian Queen. Bates only rolled her eyes and made a show of snapping her golden bottoms a little tighter over the curve of her glutes. Challenge noted, Syd backed into the opposite corner and waited for the ref to check on her pads and boots.
LaKeisha didn’t dawdle when the bell sounded. This particular member of the Man’s Army had been on quite a roll since the new year and the Nubian Goddess knew that defeating her would A) put the first blemish on this ridiculous retirement tour and B) put her on the short list to face the brainy bytch who’d masterminded the destruction of Dangerous Curves two years prior. Sydney’s motives were much simpler, albeit just as strong. She wanted to hang an ‘L’ around the neck of a former World Champion in what was sure to be their only meeting. While one victory did not a rivalry make, she damned well meant to put Bates on her back.
Approaching the technician with caution laced with a healthy dose of contempt, LaKeisha stopped a few paces shy and said, “Seen some pretty big names on this tour of yours, honey pie. Can’t help but notice they’ve been as lily white as you up until tonight.” She cocked her head to one side and offered Deschain an insolent smirk. “What’s the matter? You looking to pad those numbers before I introduced the Rump Shaka to your flat face?”
The corner of Syd’s mouth turned up in the faintest suggestion of a smile. “Contracts have always been first come, first served, LaKeisha. If you’d wanted in sooner, all you had to do was be at the front of the line.” Now it was the Marvel’s turn to smirk. “But that’s not really your style is it? Not these days at least. Why risk getting your ridiculously overrated ass beat in the centre of this ring when you can let Kendra do all the dirty work, then swoop in and claim all the glory for NNGGH!”
No warming up in the bullpen for Bates, she closed in fast and PWAAAKED Deschain across the chest with a Forearm Smash that knocked her opponent back several paces. Syd grimaced, put a hand to her chest and took a deep breath. When she looked up at LaKeisha she was smiling again. “Not bad for an armchair general. But if you interrupt me again you’re going to pay for it.”
The Booty Queen of Fort Worth snorted derisively. “That a fact, whitebread?”
The Mangler shrugged. “You’ll have to interrupt me to find out… honey chi--”
LK stormed into the breach, her right hand leading the charge with a Bytch Slap aimed directly at the smaller woman’s jaw. Too bad Syd grabbed her wrist and darted to one side neat as you please. Flanking Bates from arm’s length, Deschain put her free hand against opposing shoulder and pressed forward and down, guiding LaKeisha onto her belly with what was essentially a loosely applied Fujiwara Armbar. Quite oblivious to the delighted roar of the crowd, Sydney sat down next to LaKeisha and deftly hooked her left leg over Bates’s exposed arm. Then she locked her ankles and reached forward with both hands to cinch a Crossface against LK’s nose.
Or at least she tried to.
Where Deschain was all icy calm and measured precision, Bates went full on livewire the instant her tummy touched the canvas. Sick with disgust over the thought that this bytch would try to choke her out so fast, LaKeisha kept her chin tucked against her chest and dragged herself across the mat as fast as she cou--
OMOPLATA CROSSFACE:
”AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!”
Sydney wrenched her head back with a double handful of hair, then immediately applied the Crossface and craaaaaaaaaaaanked back with all the torque she could muster. Bellowing in equal parts rage, denial and pain, LaKeisha shook off Castle’s questions as best she could and reached for the ropes with her free hand. Short by six or eight inches, the grounded brunette planted that hand like a kickstand and started to twist in a rough circle. Five seconds of torture allowed Bates to drape her left ankle over the bottom rope, a victory she celebrated by screaming, “GET THIS CRAZY CRACKA OFF ME!”
Sydney relinquished without so much as a word from the ref, which was not to say LaKeisha’s ordeal was over. Pressing her hands flat against one thigh and the centre of Bates’s back, Deschain got up and made a very deliberate point of stomping on her rival’s vaunted buttocks as she set off on a casual stroll to the other side of the ring.
Free of the trap that’d almost claimed her in humiliatingly quick fashion; LaKeisha Bates scrambled to a seat and pressed her back against the strands. Rolling her shoulder as she watched the older woman, the Nubian Goddess muttered, “You want your career to end eight months early, honey pie? Put your boot on my ass one more time and see what happens.”
“If it’s anything like the first time I’ll enjoy it quite a bit.” Deschain answered blandly. “But stomping is so impersonal, isn’t it? A spanking though, that’s the only real way to put a brat in her place.”
LK sprang up with fire in her eyes. “That’s it. Hope you said your goodbyes, bytch. You’re leaving this ring on a stretcher.”
“If anyone leaves on a stretcher it’ll be you. On your stomach of course. I suspect that soft, overrated ass will be in no condition to NNNGGGHHH!”
LaKeisha stormed into the breach and swept the Marvel into a brawny, domineering Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. A good deal of the FAWN audience tended to forget about Bates’s Destroyer bona fides and so she reminded them by marching the other brunette into the opposite set of ropes like she was little more than a cranky toddler. Pressing on even when there was nowhere for Deschain to go, LaKeisha moved her hands from collar and elbow to Syd’s face and proceeded to redden it with a series of slaps and shoves that went on until Castle made his presence known.
“That’s enough, LK! Get her off the ropes before I--”
“Don’t bother me with your sass, little man!” the former World Champion barked. “Me and little miss thang here are about to have quite a discussion about respect!” She palmed Sydney’s face in both hands and squeezed hard, forcing a low, keening moan from the Californian, not to mention some equally distressed wriggling. “Yeah, that’s right bytch! You startin’ to see now, ain’tcha?” LaKeisha didn’t bother to wait for an answer, she just wrapped her mitts around Deschain’s throat, took a giant step back and torqued her hips to fling Deschain three quarters of the way across the ring with a Beal Toss. Syd THWHAMMED down flat on her back and sat up at once, both hands going to the base of her spine.
BEAL TOSS @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL601n2iwhI
Aware that she needed to get to her feet as quickly as possible, she helped herself to a hold on the middle rope and used it to stand. She was in the process of turning around when LaKeisha roared in and BWUUUNGED her against the buckles with a huge Avalanche Splash. “OH YEAH, YOU FEELIN’ IT NOW, AREN’T YA, BEEYOTCH?” Bates couldn’t help but smirk as she took a step back from the body-shocked battler. “Yeah, you gonna make a real nice seat.” LK cooed. “Not just yet though. That face of yours got some rough mileage on it. Need to soften it up before it’s worthy of the greatest ass FAWN’s ever known.”
Agenda set, Bates stepped in and up, mounting the second rope to better force the flat, cinnamon plank of her tummy against the Marvel’s cheek. Twining one set of fingers deep into Deschain’s hair, LaKeisha cranked her head back as far as it’d go and pounded the first punch into Syd’s forehead. Powerless to stop themselves, the FAWNatics tolled that blow and all the others that followed.
‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NIYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!’
They went from resigned to rejoicing when Sydney tugged free of the other woman’s clutches (giving up a small but painful hank of hair to do so) and spun into place on the Booty Queen’s six. There were any number of things Deschain could’ve done in such a position, but given such an inviting target, there was only one reprisal that ever crossed her mind. PWAAAK!
LaKeisha grabbed the ropes in both hands and yelped with surprise when the Mangler drove a straight right hand into her right cheek. She almost let go before realizing that doing so would make her a prime target for any number of the cracker bytch’s Suplexes. So she gritted her teeth and looked over one shoulder, hoping to find the official. “BACK HER OFFA ME!” she bellowed between punches. “BYTCH IS USIN’ CLOSED FISTS!”
Nick did his best to explain that these shots counted as Body Blows in the rulebook and thus closed fists were perfectly fine. Tried is the operative word, conversation was all but impossible with the crowd counting, TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!’
Syd closed out the bun bruising set with a THWHAPPING European Uppercut, then wrapped both arms around Bates’s waist and squeezed hard. “NO! LEMME GO! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT THINKIN’ ABOUT AAAAHHH SHYT!” LK’s tuff tone vanished when Deschain wrenched her loose of the ropes and ropes and angled around in a wide half circle. Certain a German Suplex was in her immediate future, the Booty Queen tucked her chin against her chest and cradled her arms against the back of her skull. A good plan indeed, up until the moment Sydney pushed onto her toes and went down on one knee to THWHUMP LaKeisha’s vaunted tush with an augmented Atomic Drop.
Deschain released on impact and Bates tippy toed away, her hands pressed protectively against those harassed curves. Far from impressed with the other woman’s defences, Sydney backed up several steps, giving herself the room for a proper running start when she took down LaKeisha’s back-trail. As of yet unaware of the threat comin’ up from, ahem, behind, Bates was feeling the tiniest bit better when Deschain hopped up and PWAAAKED both feet into her butt with a huge Front Dropkick.
Knocked into a drunken lurch by the blindside strike, the Nubian Goddess hit the ropes chest-first and bounced off, her hands once again pressed protectively to her pancaked posterior. Sydney wasn’t mean enough to interfere with a fellow wrestler’s recovery, so rather than tug Bates’s hands out of the way, she simply coiled her arms around the taller woman’s elbows, thus pinning her arms to her sides. Bates cursed and started to deadweight but the Mangler already had her boots off the mat and that meant it was all over but the THWHUMP! Folded into the perfect Matchbook courtesy the Arm-Trap German Suplex, LK wriggled like a fiend while Castle counted off…
ARM TRAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyY0hYXqSKo
ONE…
TWO…
The former FAWN World Champ powered loose simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, proof positive that she was still very much in the match. Syd accepted this information readily enough, certainly there was no stalling or complaint to the official when she laid claim to Bates’s ankles. Tucking one under each armpit, she clasped her hands and chest level and sloooooooooowly rolled the protesting battler onto her stom--
”I don’t think so, honey pie!” LaKeisha snaked her left arm around the Marvel’s right calf and held on tight to freeze the Boston Crab in its tracks. “You ain’t strong enough to roll me over, whitebread. I know. You know it. All those idiots know it. So just lemme go and we can stand this up. I might even let you take the first shot. But if you screw with me…” The threat in Bates’s eyes was unmistakable, the trapped lovely sounding quite commanding even though she was inches away from an extremely painful predicament.
Sydney mulled her foe’s words for all of two seconds. Then she shook her head and smirked. “I think I’ll pass. Besides, you’ve piqued my curiosity.” A single swift jerk freed her leg and let Deschain finish turning the protesting Texan onto her belly. Syd didn’t step across to complete the Crab however. Instead she raised her right boot and stomped on LK’s vulnerable backside.
LaKeisha snarled in pained protest, reached for the offending limb and received another Butt Stomp for her troubles. “C’MON CASTLE!” she shouted after a half dozen more shots landed uncontested. “THIS SHYT CAN’T BE LEGAL! GET HER OFFA MY ASS!”
Nick shrugged helplessly. “It’s unorthodox, but it is legal. Unless you can break the hold or reach the ropes I’m afraid you’re stuck.”
“BULLSHYTNNNNNGHHH!” Bates’s shout of rage transformed into a squeal of indignation when Deschain stomped down yet again and started to twist her foot back n’ forth like she was butting out a cigarette. Vowing to make this particular soldier in ‘The Man’s Army’ suffer like few others before her, LK slapped her palms into the mat, then puuuuuuushed up as far as she could and started clambering toward the ropes. She’d made it all of three feet when Sydney finally stepped over and dropped down to complete the Boston Crab.
Pressed to the canvas by the sudden increase in pressure, the Booty Queen went damned near apoplectic the instant she realized the bytch wasn’t sitting in the small of her back. She was seated directly atop the curves of LaKeisha’s abused assets and she was bouncing and sliding like the other woman was her favourite saddle in the whole wide world. “Still think I was padding my record, sweetie?” Sydney chided after an especially prolonged tug. “Only thing that feels padded around here is this soft, sloppy ass of yours.”
The Nubian Goddess didn’t bother dignifying that with a response. Clearly the cracka was touched in the head and in desperate need of assistance. LaKeisha meant to provide it, just as soon as she reached the safety of those fahking ropes. Resetting her hands, she pushed up and resumed crawling. While her pace was slower than before, Bates never faltered and in less than twenty seconds she’d wrapped a hand around her lifeline. “You’re gonna get off my right now, honey pie.” she said quietly. “Otherwise the Man’s doctors ain’t never gonna put your nose back together. Hell, they won’t even FIND that bytcHHHRRGGGHH!”
Sydney CRANKED back on the Crab just long enough to start Castle’s count. Easing off at ‘TWO!’ she tossed Bates’s legs aside, popped up and delivered a single swift Mushroom Stomp to the Texan’s beleaguered booty. LaKeisha *almost* slid under the ropes to take a breather. But to do so was to cede her domain to this agent of The Man and she wasn’t about to do anything so galling. Grimacing against the cramps in her glutes, Bates pushed to one knee and swung around to better regard her tormentor. “You think you’re pretty damned funny, don’tcha?”
“I’ve enjoyed grinding boot tread into your overrated ass. Whether or not that’s funny is entirely up to you.” Syd replied.
Fighting the urge to charge blindly, Bates stood up and raised both hands to shoulder level. “Oh, I’m overrated now? Where’s your FAWN World Championship, honey pie? Never mind, no one cares. Just c’mon over here and I’ll out-wrestle your overrated ass before I rip it to shreds.”
That was all the invitation Deschain needed. She came in with shoulders hunched and hands hanging low, refusing to bite on any of the taller woman’s feints until “OOOOFFFHHH!” LaKeisha rocked back on her heels for the clinch, then pivoted on one foot and THUMPED her right thigh across Deschain’s tummy when the Marvel lunged.
“YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT! PLAYED YOU LIKE A CHUMP, DIDN’T I?” Bates crowed as she jerked Sydney into a rough Front Facelock. Tossing the winded brunette’s near arm over her shoulders, the Nubian Goddess took hold of some waistband and pulled up hard enough to inflict a half wedgie. This pair of grips proved more than enough for LK to lift her burden to high noon. Such preparation almost always meant a Gourdbuster from the Texan but on this occasion she wheeled around in a half circle, took a few stomping steps toward the ropes and dropped Deschain gut-first across the rubber-coated steel.
Free of the technician’s meddling for the first time in what seemed like ever, LaKeisha took a moment to ‘flick’ her bottoms back into place and was grimaced when that minor adjustment raised a dull, throbbing ache. “You seriously think you can take this away from me, cracka?” Bates slapped her booty and this time it was a little more tolerable, but still not pleasant. “Sounds to me like you need that damned fool head of yours rearranged… or just taken at the shoulders.”
The Texan had snatched hold of Deschain’s hair to better deliver this missive, so Castle strode over and said, “Either let go of her hair or get her out of the ropes, LK.”
She shot him a disgusted look, then SMACKED the back of her foe’s exposed noggin. “I can do both just fine, OFFICER. Now back the hell off and lemme do my job.”
The ref did as bade and LaKeisha did the same, though she did it in the opposite direction and at a much faster pace. Running the ropes to Sydney’s right, Bates made the return trip in half a dozen long strides, whirled around on her heel and hopped up just enough to THAWHUMP her ass into the side of the brunette’s skull. Syd’s head whiplashed to one side, the impact more than enough to send her flopping back into the ring in a stunned heap. LK thought about making the cover for all of two seconds, then dismissed it. As impressive as it would be to blow the old bag’s doors off, a prolonged beat down would be even better for her World Title aspirations. And being the woman who ruined Sydney Deschain? That was even better.
Already wondering what sort of ass puns Gladiatrix would run with her triumphant photo spread, LaKeisha helped herself to a double handful of hair and hauled the stunned wrestler to her feet. Not full verticality though, she forced Syd to bend over double, making her already throbbing head an excellent target for the Hip Strike Bates drove into her temple. Deschain reeled but didn’t go down, so drew back and swung in a second time. That one dropped the brunette to her knees, which still wasn’t good enough for the Nubian Goddess. Dragging her upright yet again, she put a little more stank on this one and THWHUMPED ‘Dat Ass’ into the side of Sydney’s face.
HIP STRIKE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-kzzpbMi-E
Knocked loose from her moorings, Deschain went down on her back and immediately rolled to one side to cradle her head in her arms. “Hurts, don’t it, honey pie? Better tuff up quick. It’s about to get a whole lot worse.” Bates swatted those protecting arms aside, buried a hand in Sydney’s hair and dragged her up just enough to apply a Front Facelock. Adding a handhold to her waistband allowed the former World Champion to haul her prey all the way up and to better display her when she turned in wide circle. She stopped with Deschain’s tush facing the hard camera, then tipped it a wink and leaaaaaaaaned forward until she was bent almost as deep as her opponent. Then she flipped her hair and snapped down onto her back to THWHONK Syd’s forehead into the mat via a huge DDT. Deschain somersaulted onto her back and LaKeisha floated over mostly on instinct, the Booty Queen of Fort Worth settling for a simple Lateral Press while the ref counted…
DDT @ 00:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4LhSc5nzx8
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney lifted a shoulder, her escape made much easier because Bates hadn’t bothered to hook a leg. “Figured you was too stupid to stay down. Nice to have proof though.” LK sneered. The Marvel didn’t respond, so she dragged her up by the chin, switched over to a Wristlock and flung her into the nearest corner with all the spite she could muster. The BWUUUNG alone was enough to make the audience wince, Syd however lost her footing and dropped to her butt in the aftermath of the jarring spine-on-buckles impact.
“All these idiots think I’m gonna give you some of this,” LaKeisha smirked while rubbing both hands up and down her glutes. “But far as I can tell, you ain’t nothin’ but an old cockroach. And they don’t get the butt. They get the boot.” Positioned directly in front of the vulnerable Mangler, Bates took the top rope to Deschain’s left in both hands and placed her right foot against the other woman’s neck. From there she dropped into a deep squat and extended her right leg as far as she could, thus throttling her with every inch of that gorgeous gam.
Syd started to flail at once, her hands seizing Bates’s ankle in a death grip while boot heels kicked and scuffled against the unforgiving mat. Neither of these paid any sort of dividend and she was forced to endure the rough treatment until Castle barged in and barked, “Enough of that shyt right now, LaKeisha! Get off her throat!” The count followed immediately thereafter, so Bates pulled back at ‘THREE!’ and pounded a quartet of stomps into those whitebread tits just because she could.
Backing off only when the ref got too damned obnoxious to ignore, LK raised her hands to shoulder level and backed off until Castle shut his trap. Then it was right back to the corner where she grabbed Sydney’s ankles and dragged her out so that her head was resting perhaps a foot shy of the bottom turnbuckle. Feet planted by the other brunette’s shoulders, the Nubian Goddess put her hands on her hips and looked down at the faltering fighter. “I’ve been whoopin’ your ass for all’a three minutes and I can already tell you ain’t nearly strong enough to take a Rump Shaka without goin’ to the hospital. Rump Shaka Lite on the other hand, I think your skinny little self can handle that.”
Eager to test this hypothesis, Bates took possession of the top rope and quickly climbed onto the middle strand. Knees bent deep, the gold-clad grappler rocked up n’ down, up n’ down, building as much momentum as she could before hopping off and THWHUMPING down ass-first on Deschain’s chest. Syd’s legs flew up but Bates didn’t bother to hook ‘em, she simply raised her own arms in anticipation of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Deschain’s stems kicked off the canvas for the second time in as many minutes, only now they moved with a whole lot more purpose. Hooking them under the seated woman’s biceps, the Marvel rolled LK onto her back like a Sunset Flip, but instead of going for a cover she got to her feet and snatched the startled woman’s right ankle in both hands. Threading her left leg inside the captured right, Sydney folded Bates’s leg across her shin before grabbing hold of the left leg and hooking it over LaKeisha’s exposed right ankle. It wasn’t quite a traditional Figure Four, it did the job however, especially when Deschain wedged LK’s left shin between her thighs to keep the Texan from going anywhere. From there Syd twisted down onto her belly and over onto her butt, a swift little barrel roll that turned LaKeisha onto her stomach as well. A spiteful, two handed SMACK sent the former champ’s hands flying to her rump’s defence, which only made it easier for Sydney to claim her wrists in either hand. A single long tug straightened LaKeisha up and back until Deschain stopped the progress by planting her free foot just above the small of her foe’s back. Pulling on the Wristlocks and pushing with her foot, Deschain jostled both and smiled primly when LK let out a loud, pained wail.
FIGURE FOUR SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojrnd5va4MQ
“Wanna give it up, tuff girl?” the Mangler taunted. “Then go on and tell the world how your big, bad ass couldn’t handle my foot!” She shifted her foot a few inches south, so that it was wedged directly against those celebrated cheeks.
LaKeisha shook her head ‘no’ even though her shoulders, spine and leg felt like they were on fire. “Go ahead and do everything you can, bytch.” she growled. “All that sass is gonna make it so much sweeter when I butt you out for the night.”
Deschain snorted and flipped hair out of her face. “We’ll see who’s face gets covered here in a few minutes. For now you should look up at the lights, in case you can’t see them later.”
“That’s it. No mercy for you, cracka. Gonna make you beg and squeal and that’s BEFORE I NO! NO DAMMIT, LEMME GOOOUUUURRRHHK!”
Sydney gave up one of her Wristlocks to grab a handful of hair. This made it much easier to pull LaKeisha back to a point where her back was pressed firmly against her attacker’s chest. That’s when Deschain switched over to a Chinlock with both hands and craaaaaaaanked back, putting all sorts of strain on her adversary’s neck. Bates waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ in between tugging at Syd’s hands but she couldn’t gain any real traction until she grabbed hold of the brunette’s hair and treated it to several hard yanks. The ref complained about it before the Marvel did and she probably could’ve kept the hold in place if she’d been determined. Sydney wasn’t going to over commit though, so she halved the Chinlock and made Bates pay for the cattiness with a brisk slap and a hard hair pull of her own. Then she pushed Bates about halfway up, shifted her free foot to the small of her back and kicked forward to send the Texan whipping over and down, her face, chest and belly THWHUMPING against the canvas.
Rising to one knee, Deschain adjusted her togs and smoothed out her hair before standing and heading for LaKeisha, who was busy checking her nose for signs of a break. While she avoided any trouble on that front, the former FAWN World Champ did not avoid the trio of heavy Stomps that the Mangler thum-thum-THUMPED into her undefended buttocks. This attack got Bates to roll over and sit up, another reaction that did no favours to her poor abused tush. Set just fine with Sydney though, she cupped a hand under LK’s chin and slapped her again, another small receipt for getting her hair pulled earlier. Then she scraped the Booty Queen off the canvas and pulled her into a tuff little Full Nelson.
Silent until she was sure Bates’s chin was deep in her own cleavage, Syd leaned in and whispered, “I’m gonna pound that big ass of yours flat, sweetie. You hear me? Pound. It. Flat.” Each word was paired with its own Kneelift and I don’t have to tell you where all three of ‘em landed.
LaKeisha hissed and spat and struggled against the brunette’s grip, but it only got her more Kneelifts which did no favours to her cramped, bunching glutes. “You ain’t ever gonna submit me that way, honey pie.” she huffed. “My ass DOES the beating. It don’t get beNNNGGH!”
Sydney unleashed a veritable barrage of Kneelifts to Bates’s backside and didn’t stop until her foe’s legs were the consistency of overdone spaghetti. Only then did she release the Nelson and work her head under LK’s left arm. A half Waistlock from the right and a bracing palm against the back of Bates’s left thigh were more than enough for the Marvel to hoist the Nubian Goddess onto her right shoulder. The crowd cheered for what they thought was an Atomic Drop only to buzz in surprise when Deschain swung toward the ropes and dropped her burden thighs-first atop the strands. There was a loud ‘TWANG’ followed by an even louder THAWHUMP as Sydney used the Slingshot to spin back around and drop LaKeisha flat on her ass in the centre of the ring.
SLINGSHOT ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aPtyJuy7ww
Bates howled and reached for her buns, far too preoccupied with their throbbing to notice the Mangler sitting down on her six. That changed in a big way when Sydney slid in close and reapplied the Full Nelson. She also worked her legs around the taller woman’s waist, but instead of a Scissors she slid her stems alongside LK’s and hooked her ankles in just above her rival’s heels. Realizing the danger, Bates squirmed to get her legs free; alas with her butt in such bad shape she couldn’t muster enough resistance to prevent the Mangler from spreading her legs to a near perfect forty-five degrees. “Still don’t think I can submit you this way, Booty Queen?” Syd cooed.
“Do your worst, cracka.” LaKeisha sneered. “Your face and your ass are gonna pay the same priWHOOOAAHNNNNNNGGGH!”
Delighted cheers from the FAWNatics as Deschain rolled onto her back and in doing so forced LK to do the same. Holding Bates aloft and exposed while being careful to keep at least one shoulder off the mat, Sydney let her think about it for a good long, while before she rocked forward and WHUMPED her prey home with that classic pro staple, the Keester Bounce.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHH GAAAAAAAAHD! STAAAAAAAAHP!” LaKeisha wailed as the impact sent lightning blasting up and down the length of her spine.
“It’ll stop when you submit, sweetheart.” Sydney promised. “Not a second before.” She rolled ‘em both back again and made a short show of opening and closing Bates’s defenceless legs before delivering the second WHUMP!
“What do you say, LK?” Castle asked after two more butt-crushing blasts. He’d never seen LaKeisha’s prized hindquarters taking such a drubbing and he wasn’t sure the woman was thinking clearly at the moment. “You want me to call it, just say the word.”
“I want you to piss off, whitebread!” she damned near screamed it at him. “I ain’t gonna let no flat ass lieutenant in The Man’s Army treat me like WHAAAAAHHHNNNGGGHHH OOOOOOOHHH LEAVE MY ASS ALONE YOU DAMNED CRACKA BYTCH!”
“I already told you how to make it stop, baby.” Sydney murmured in her ear. “Just say the magic words and you can go home and put some ice packs on your poor, pampered NNNNNGGGHH!”
Bates mashed a miniature Headbutt into the side of Deschain’s face and immediately followed with a more direct assault to the bridge of her nose. Neither broke the Full Nelson entirely but it did disrupt the Mangler’s control on LaKeisha’s legs, which was what the Booty Queen wanted all along. Writhing like a downed power-line, Bates managed to roll over and end up on one knee. From there she pushed to her feet and “Nnnnnngggghhhh!” Syd hopped up and wrapped her legs around the Texan’s waist, crushing it with a Bodyscissors.
LK’s knees quavered so hard it looked like she was going to collapse, but they stabilized at the last second and so did she. Carrying the other brunette in a piggyback ride neither of them wanted, LaKeisha dipped into her reserves for a moment, then broke into a shambling run that made pretty good time right up until the moment she whipped around and BWUUUNGED Sydney’s spine into the turnbuckles. The Scissors dropped away as did the Nelson, leaving LK in charge of herself for the first time in several minutes. Even better, she was in charge of the whitebread bytch, who was suckin’ wind after being caught between a rock and a hard place.
Gripping the top rope in both hands, LaKeisha pulled her hips forward and thrust them back, just SLAMMING the medicine ball of her ass into Deschain’s midsection. Then she did it again. And again. And again. Half a dozen times in all and she would’ve kept going if the Marvel’s legs hadn’t given way. The unmistakable sound of ass hitting mat did wonders for LK’s aches and pains. Looking over one shoulder, she smirked down at the stunned Marvel and promised, “This is just the beginning, honey pie.” With that she dipped her knees and thrust her hips backward to treat Sydney to her first real taste of FAWN’s most dangerous backside. Attacking with a skill born of years of practice, the Nubian Goddess treated Deschain to a demoralizing mix of salsa swivel, strip club grind and high impact twerking, her every movement designed to mash the other wrestler’s face all the while making sure she didn’t draw a breath that wasn’t redolent with sweat and humiliation.
To Syd’s credit, she pounded at those intruding glutes something fierce, but her position was poor and Bates far too determined to let anything or anyone disrupt the Rump Sniffer. It only ended when Carpenter closed in after ten endless seconds and said, “All right LK, that’s enough. Get her out of the corner.” “Where’s my count, Mr. Man?” she taunted without missing a beat. “I want it. And I want it slow.” LaKeisha got her count at the same pace everyone else got theirs and she expressed her displeasure by working an extra twelve seconds worth of ass-on-face grind into the ‘FOUR!’ legally allotted by the official.
Stepping away with a flourish, Bates ‘flicked’ her golden trunks into place, then stretched her arms wide and turned in a wide circle. “I DON’T KNOW ‘BOUT HER TECHNICAL QUALIFICATIONS!” the Booty Queen said with an insolent grin. “BUT THAT GIRL SURE IS AN ASS KISSIN’ MARVEL! I AIN’T HAD MY BOOTY WORSHIPPED LIKE THAT IN YEARS!”
This brought jeers from all ‘round, which only put a bouncier spring in LK’s step as she strutted back to the gasping, greasy-faced battler she’d left in the corner. Twining her fingers into the vulnerable woman’s hair, Bates dragged her up and forward into a heavy Kneelift that spiked into the Mangler’s belly. “Now that you’ve had a taste of my ass,” she turned her back on the other brunette and hooked her arms around Deschain’s biceps to pull her as close as possible. It wasn’t quite a Standing Headscissors, but the base of Syd’s neck was most definitely wedged against the curves of LaKeisha’s glutes and her pain-sharpened features were pointing at the canvas directly below. Waggling her hips a little, the Nubian Goddess snarked, “Kiss the canvas, bytch!” Then she hopped up and dropped to her knees, a brutal shift that brought Sydney THWHUMPING down flat on her face, chest and belly, with the added discomfort of Bates’s gargantuan behind landing across the back of her shoulders.
KTCB!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqHXAW4ylyA
Deschain bounced on impact and LK transitioned into a loose Headscissors, which she used to roll the flattened fighter onto her back. From there she slid up and forward, sat on Syd’s chest and hooked one leg in a confident Half Matchbook. The FAWNatics lent their voices to Al’s count even though they feared the end of the Marvel’s three PPV winning streak…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain pressed both hands to LaKeisha’s hindquarters and shoved her loose with a whisper to spare. Everyone save Bates herself seemed to approve of this development so she compensated for inferior numbers by exclaiming her disdain to everyone in the FAWN arena and several surrounding city blocks.
“ARE YOU SHYTTING ME, HONKY? THAT’S GOTTA BE THE SLOWEST SLOW COUNT I EVER SEEN AND I BEEN BATTLIN’ THE MAN’S ARMY SINCE DAY ONE!” She was up in Al’s face now, actively bullying the lanky official toward a corner. “JUST HOW MUCH THEY PAYIN’ YOU TO PROTECT THIS PIECE A’ SHYT? TELL ME RIGHT NOW AND I’LL DOUBLE IT! ANYTHING TO GET A FAIR FIGHT IN THIS JOINT!”
Al finally put on the brakes and raised a hand. “I’m getting the same rate I always get, LK. And it’s more than enough to make sure I don’t throw a match. If you want to beat her, I suggest you focus less on me and more on the girl picking herself off the mat as we speak.” Bates whirled to follow his gaze and sure enough that stubborn cracka was fighting to all fours. “Don’t think we’re done yet, Mr. Man.” She snapped her fingers in his face to show she meant business, then stamped over to Sydney and smacked the back of her head. “Get up ass rag, you got work to do.”
A double handful of hair got Deschain to boot leather and though she fired a few game punches at Bates’s midsection, it wasn’t nearly enough to keep the Texan from marching her to the closest corner. Wedging Syd’s spine against the buckles, LaKeisha draped her arms over the top rope and climbed into a mount on the second strand. Fist cocked, she drew a bead on Deschain’s skull, then looked out at the crowd and waggled a finger. “Don’t think so, playas. Little Ms. Honey Pie’s gettin’ something special.” With that she grabbed a rope and turned around, putting that much talked about booty directly in line with Sydney’s noggin. Supremely confident in the wrecking ball that was her ass; LK raised one hand overhead and lifted an index finger. In the same instant she flicked her hips, effectively ‘punching’ the Mangler in the face with her buns.
Impressed in spite of themselves, the crowd joined in for the rest of LaKeisha’s Booty Beatdown. ‘TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Bates swiveled her hips like she was winding up for the biggest Butt Bolo yet, then she shook her head ‘no, no, no’ without delivering a coup de grace. Or so it seemed for all of a second. Because LK took off when her feet touched down, the former World Champion streaking across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. Hopping up on the second turnbuckle with one foot, she pushed off and twisted about in mid-air so there was no precious time wasted regaining speed when she returned to the canvas.
Already cringing in anticipation of a colossal Flying Ass, many FAWNatics covered their eyes when LaKeisha leapt up and aimed her domineering derriere at Deschain’s mouth. That meant they missed the moment Sydney twisted aside, leaving her foe to BWUUUNG ass-first into the barely padded steel rung. LaKeisha sucked in a gasping shriek, the numbing pain in her rump too much for her vocal chords to process at that particular moment. Landing on her feet strictly by chance, she staggered out of the corner and went for Deschain, her eyes full of lunatic fury.
“THINK YOU’RE GONNA BREAK MY ASS, HONEY PIE?” she raged. “I’LL BREAK YOUR DAMNED NECK!”
The Nubian Goddess swung a Haymaker that would’ve been far more effective if she hadn’t telegraphed it from several miles out. Deschain ducked the blow with ease, slipped in behind and caught Bates’s arms in a Full Nelson. Just like that she popped her hips and hoisted LaKeisha into the air, not to bridge for a Suplex, but to sit out for a hellacious Atomic Drop that THWHUMPED the Texan’s compacted can into the mat with astounding force.
FULL NELSON ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWMOPe82Kvs
LaKeisha bounced up almost at once, though she didn’t get too far what with being doubled over and all. Deschain was right behind her (no pun intended) a vengeful Marvel quick to plunge both hands into her foe’s hair. Stuffing Bates’s head between her thighs, Syd worked her arms under the other woman’s biceps, but rather than lock her hands to secure the Double Underhook she worked her fingers into the leg holes of LK’s golden bottoms. One big yank ‘n lift was all she needed to pull LaKeisha’s togs outta sight and hoist the woman herself upside down. Sydney sat out immediately thereafter, the short, brutal fall just PLANTING Bates’s skull against the canvas. ‘Keesh jolted once and flopped onto her back, yet she must’ve retained something of her senses because she managed to continue onto her stomach, thus denying the Marvel an immediate pin.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QTzAMrBryU
Hardly put out by this, Deschain grabbed the Nubian Goddess at shoulder and hip and pulled her onto her ba-- Syd paused, then pushed Bates onto her stomach. “Should’ve asked around before you accepted this match, sweetie.” the Marvel swung a leg over LaKeisha’s torso and slid it back so it went under her arm. “Anyone who’s been in the ring with me would’ve told you the same thing.” She repeated the process with her other leg on LK’s other arm, then crossed her ankles against the back of the Texan’s neck to complete a sort of face-down Lotus Lock. “I won’t bytch and moan about having an ass on my face, but anyone who puts it there better be prepared to pay dearly for the pleasure.”
LaKeisha smacked a boot against the canvas and tried to wiggle loose of predicament, Syd didn’t think she quite understood the severity just yet. “Guuuuhhhh…. get offa me…. bytch,” the Booty Queen moaned, “you ain’t got no right to sit on AAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHH! AAAAAAAWWWWWW GAWDDAMMIT STAAAAAAAAHP!”
Sydney crossed her wrists into an ‘X’ slipped her thumb and pinky into the deep crease that separated thigh from buttocks and bore down on a modified Hammy Clamp that focused exclusively on Bates’s battered buns. Fighting like a snake with a broken back, LaKeisha tried to whip a leg up in hopes of catching Deschain in the forehead, alas Sydney stayed back and low, the Mangler more than willing to keep ‘chewing’ her opponent’s resistance. “YOU MEAN DIRTY BYTCH!” LK wailed as Deschain’s steely fingers kneaded more and more hurt into those once defiant cheeks. “THIS AIN’T RIGHT! YOU CAN’T ASS CLAW SOMEONE INTO AAAAIIIEEEE SHHYYYYYYYTT!” Sydney stopped clawing and started punching, the determined brunette firing straight, PWAAAKING shots into LaKeisha’s defenseless booty. Then she resumed her iron grip and another five seconds of that was enough for LK. “I GIVE! GET OFFA ME YOU GODDAMNED OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Sydney bore down again even though Al had already turned to call for the bell. “Ask nicely.” she said in a tone of poisoned sweetness.
“THE FAHK I WILL!” Bates howled. “LEGGO OF MY ASS OR I’LL SLAP A FINE ON AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHHYYYYYYYYT! FINE! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT, NO LEGGO OF MY ASS!”
Sydney did, just in time to raise both hands when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Woodsboro Mangler treated LaKeisha’s scorched behind to a final pat, then uncrossed her heels and stood up. Al had just taken her wrist when the lights went out all over the arena. Syd didn’t move, save to pull her hand away from Carpenter. She closed her eyes and tried to tune out as much of the crowd’s buzzing as possible. This didn’t feel like an ambush, but she didn’t want the lights blasting her vision to shyt without warn--
“Hello, Sydney.” came a voice magnified by the FAWN’tron. Deschain opened her eyes and there was Adelaide Brewster, looking quite elegant in an arterial red dress that was all the more impressive considering she’d been to war with Cynthia Mitchell less than an hour ago.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
“Congratulations on your fourth win old woman.” the Weeping Angel cooed. “I didn’t think you had that sort of effort left in you. Fear not, I have no intention of ruining this fine moment; in fact I’m here to tell you to live it up! Enjoy tonight and every night between now and Mayhem as much as you can because on THAT NIGHT…” Adelaide reached off screen and pulled out a document that anyone who’d ever watched a FAWN contract signing immediately identified. “On that night your farewell stops and your retirement begins in the same way. Screams. Tears. And blood.”
Adelaide turned the contract toward her and ‘PFFWOOOOSHED!’ a gory crimson cloud all over it.” Licking her lips clean, the Queen of Nightmares smiled and said, “Sleep tight, old woman. I’ll see you at Mayhem.”
The ‘tron flicked out and the lights flicked on, leaving Sydney alone with Al and the wreckage of LaKeisha Bates.
“Wow, looks like you’re getting popular, Syd. Hope you didn’t have other plans for Mayhem.”
“The match is the only plan, Al. Glad to see Adelaide step up. It’s been a lot of egomaniacs so far. Was hoping a few monsters would slither out of the dark eventually.”
“Looks like you got your wish.”
“Yes I did. Excuse me, Al. I need get cleaned up. Then I need to see how to stake a vampire if I can’t use stakes or garlic.”
“Heart punch?” Carpenter asked without missing a beat.
Deschain regarded him blandly. “I won’t tell Jenny you said that.”
“Thanks Syd.”