Post by SammieSinclair on May 10, 2015 21:37:24 GMT
As the houselights fell, an unnatural air of trepidation fell about the arena, the slow creep of darkness summoning a chill that was uncommon. A slim slit of crimson red illuminated through the curtains, the identity of the arriving competitor not a mystery and yet, from reputation and history, a palpable sense of unease gathered amongst those watching.
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Erika Eisenberg emerged amongst the stark and piercing beat of those opening notes, the melody as unsettling as it was threatening, the curvaceous carnivore striding with purpose, with desire, her pace unceasing and her gaze entrancing, ice blue and calculating, alluring... perilous...
Erika Eisenberg
Attired in the skin of the dead, the blonde destroyer hugged tightly by the two piece, dark tan, snake skin top and slim line shorts, elbow long, fingerless gloves and knee high boots, she was every inch the Amazon the FAWNatics feared her to be. Slowly, with cold, methodical, malicious intent, she circled the ring, refusing to acknowledge the shades that were the bystanders, moving like a predator pinning down her prey, that stare, that piercing, ravenous stare soaking in the ground upon which she would feed upon her volunteering challenger.
Suddenly, with a burst of speed, she all but leapt up onto the apron, proceeding to almost effortlessly lift one long, stunningly powerful leg over the top rope, followed quickly by the other, a slight, mirthless smile finally rising to her coldly intense features.
The Announcer, keeping his distance and finding his voice, cut through the pervading silence and made the coming contest official.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be an Open Challenge!! Introducing first, hailing from Berlin, Germany, standing in at 5’9” and 140lbs, the Perfect Predator, ERIKA! EISENBERG!”
That smallest of mirthless smiles remained upon her features as the houselights returned with agonising slowness, finding her corner as though she owned it, her eyes unfaltering from their gaze of the curtains which had yet to flutter open. Perhaps mockingly, perhaps sincerely, she licked her lips, a long trailing of her tongue, as the viper could hardly wait to sink her teeth in...
The FAWNatics followed her gaze, well aware of the torment and terror that Erika had sown in recent memory, unstoppable as she tore a ragged hole through their beloved favourites. Not in over a year had anyone pinned her, and with the challenge now open, they had begun to fear for anyone with the courage to step forwards.
The silence lingered, the shadows lengthening, the torch that needed tendering going unheeded...
It almost became unbearable...
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Those first few notes and the near blinding light that was to accompany them was a triumphant call to arms, the Courage Cavalry swiftly leaping to their collective feet to heartily welcome their heroine’s arrival, the young woman of their affections passing through the curtains and into sight with an upbeat smile. She stood even taller than her impressive stats would suggest, an indomitable air of authority surrounding her stunning physique that only accented the calm confidence that echoed from every inch of her faultless posture. She stood tall, and she encouraged all others around her to stand taller.
CAROL COURAGE
If inspiration could be personified, Carol had done so.
With Amazonian legs braced apart, Carol set one hand upon her hips before raising the other to above her head in a closed fist, an explosion of red, white and blue fireworks silhouetting her emphatic form. For all her presence, there was an ever present humility, for all the grandeur, there was humanity. With no pedestal to stand on, she was what all others could be.
She was what many others would now try to be.
With her salute to the Courage Cavalry completed, she began her journey down the ramp and towards the isle, her path inevitably leading her towards the squared circle. Her strides were purposeful and sure, the young woman attired for the coming contest, her sapphire blue, lyrca shorts hugging her hips tightly, running down to a stop just above her knees, the words HONOUR and RESPECT printed proudly in bright white down each of her powerful thighs. Her boots, wrapped about her calves, were a raven black, while the knee and elbow pads, along with a pair of fingerless gloves, were the same shade as her whisper thin outfit. Across her top she wore a pristinely white T-Shirt, the words stencilled in thunderous black across its front forming a message directed at everyone and all, her personal motto.
‘NEVER GIVE UP’
She clasped hands as they were extended out towards her, a nod of acknowledgement accompanying the firm grip, before she arrived at her destination. Carol ascended the steel steps and entered the ring without fear, ducking between the top and middle ropes before turning quickly back into the corner. She faced outwards and she pulled herself up to standing on the centre turnbuckle, raising her fist up fiercely for a second salute to the Courage Cavalry.
The FAWNatics responded with gusto, even more so as the Paragon of Purpose grabbed her T-Shirt and whipped it off clean over the top of her own head, revealing the sapphire sports bra, impressive bosom and bare, toned abs beneath. With a smile she balled up the shirt and threw it without reservation into the waiting crowd, one lucky fan receiving a converted souvenir for the evening.
Hopping down from her corner, the Hardbody Brunette turned about; preparing herself for Eisenberg, a powerhouse that had not fallen in the entire time she herself had been absent...
With her music fading and the Open Challenge accepted, Carol could still feel the trepidation that pervaded the air, the uncertainty that filled the hearts of the Cavalry no matter how much they wanted to be brave, how much they wanted to believe. Courage had to give them a reason to, massaging her wrists as she met the gaze of Erika opposite, undaunted, circling the ring with a measured pace from the moment the bell rang, bringing her hands up before she started clapping.
The FAWNatics took their cue and joined in with her, the methodical applause defiant and rousing, striving to banish the unseen daemons to the darkest corners of the arena.
With a self assured smile, Carol surged forwards, matching Eisneberg’s long strides as they both responded to some unspoken signal, the Paladin of Power and the Perfect Predator colliding in the fiercest collar and elbow tie up on this side of wrestling. With the grunting of effort and the straining of sinews, two of FAWN’s Hardbodies strove to force the other towards the nearest corner.
After several long seconds of fighting for leverage, a mirthless Erika shoves out of the tie-up, sending Carol back pedalling no more than a couple steps. Defiant, Courage raises her hands and extends, wriggling her fingers, offering a test of strength.
Eisenberg offers a predatory smirk in response. "Ignorance," she scowled, despite the quirking of her lips, “misplaced as courage...”
Eisenberg steps forward and laces one set of fingers with Carol's, and quickly behind, the other. Arms tense, their biceps in definition, legs straining for position. Slowly, Erika starts to roll her wrists over those of Courage, but the impatient German isn't happy with the progress, lifting a knee into Carol's tummy, doubling over the brunette. Twisting around and behind the Babyface hardbody, keeping her grips in place, Erika tries to sweep both of Carol's arms across her own throat in a straightjacket 'x' of limbs, using her foe's own pythons against her.
With her cheeks tinting a shade of crimson, the Women of Wonder was caught flat footed by Eisenberg’s shortcut and her incredible physique was rendered compliant. However momentary her weakness had been, it was an eternity for the likes of the Sublime Serpent, the German circumventing the defences of the American and, with wrists captured, yanked her standing frame backwards into a painful arch, forcing a ‘ERK!!’ from Carol and impassioned GASP! to soon follow as Courage was being throttled by her own limbs.
With every one of her sculpted inches struggling, Carol stood rigid, biceps tensing even as they pressed in tight against her own throat, proud bosom hiking with every stolen breath. Closing her eyes tightly, Courage sought to master her own surprise, focusing her efforts and refusing to surrender to panic, listening to the Cavalry as they continued clapping, responding to her peril with support. Setting her shoulders, the Miracle of Marvels sharply rotated her hips and YANKED herself into a sharp turn to the right, forcing one of her wrists to slip free from the notorious Pythons grasp and spin her frame about into a spiral.
Suddenly with her front to the back of Eisenberg, reversing their fortunes in one swift, assertive, crowd pleasing movement, Courage shifted her grip to lock in an Armbar. “You want people to feel small Erika? You want to belittle them, to intimidate them?” Carol questioned, the brunette securing the limb of powerful blonde, “I already know what it feels like to be small, to be afraid, and I overcame it. You are not the one to make me feel that way again!”
Erika grimaces, her arm wrenched higher still. "Oh, but I wilssSSSSS!." Eisenberg hissed, her threat cut off by Courage. But Erika quickly dips her head and swings around and behind Carol, able to reverse the Yank's earlier reversal.
It's Erika's turn for a chickenwing on Courage and she adds a stomp into the pit of Carol's right knee that forces the brunette to genuflect in front of the perilous Python. The blonde Amazon steps one leg over Carol's shoulder and quickly does likewise on the opposite side, giving up her grip on the brunette's arm in order to clamp down on a standing head scissors.
Flexing her long, lithe thighs, Erika's pressure on Carol's braincase is immediately evident, the face of Courage turning rosy, her features twisted in pain. "You will feel small, so very small, as small as a Sinclair beneath my boot," Erika ‘purred’. "And when I feel your pride shattered between my legs, I MAY see fit to release you.”
The effect was almost immediate, the Paragon of Purpose on the receiving end of Eisenberg’s terrible embrace for the first time and, as others had learned before her, nothing in Carol’s career had prepared her. Nothing could have prepared her.
A shiver ran the length of her curved spine, Courage forced to kneel as she would never do so willingly as her head was squeezed with sinister intent, impossibly strong thighs constricting and driving the spirit from even her proud heart. The jolt of each fresh pulse was like lightning, forcing the brunette to spasm as her features soon became hidden, her entrapped body shuddering as her arms were held, by her wrists, skywards above her curls, squeezed within the grasp of Erika, fingers slowly opening and closing impotently.
Robbed of her voice, Carol could not offer a protest nor a denial, every ounce of her will instead funnelled towards her continued survival, a refusal to surrender. She could see now why so many had failed to do so and, as her own powerful body was wracked with agony from head to toe from what seemed to simple a torture, Carol could not bring herself to blame them.
Nor could she bring herself to emulate them...
With a sudden surge of effort, the All American Heroine clenched her fingers into defiant fists and, with her cheeks now reddening from effort; she inched her way, agonisingly slowly, into a better position. Even as the Official ducked down to check of the gasping brunettes well being, she was shuffling her boots, soon pressing down with her toes against the canvas and then, finally finding the leverage, the full flat of their soles.
With a terrific SHOUT!! Carol yanked her hands free from her rivals grasp for a second time, bracing her palms against those horrifically dominant thighs and, following her defiant cry with a deep breath, popped her knees and SURGED!! her way to vertical. The Maiden of Marvels shocked the entire crowd into awed silence as she LIFTED all one hundred and forty pounds of the Curvaceous Carnivore into the air, the blonde sitting across her strong shoulders by way of electric chair!
While the Gladiatrix Photographers were well practiced in capturing such moments, even they were caught flat footed by the speed of the spectacle, Courage wasting no time as, no sooner was Eisenberg up, did Carol deliberately fall backwards, bringing the blonde with her for an almighty collision with the barely yielding plywood!
And the ring rattles with the impact. The crowd roars its approval at Courage, showing a heaping helping of her namesake, and the pain crossing Eisenberg's face, a rare sight in many of her matches. Both women remain matbound, Erika working at a knot in her spine while Carol shakes her senses back into place.
The German grits her perfect pearlies and struggles to all fours while the American does likewise. With little delay, they crawl to each other, blonde and brunette using the other to climb to their knees. The two grappler’s trade blows, Erika then Carol swinging and connecting, shaking their foe's balance before returning fire.
The crowd chants in unison a 'YAY' for each blow from Carol and the requisite 'BOO' for Erika's impacts. When suddenly, after a block, the 'YAY's start to accumulate, Carol has Erika's head on a swivel, the German's icy blues looking more glassy with each jarring fist.
"This is long overdue," Carol says, winding up for a big uppercut. "For a whole lot of the roster." She connects under Erika's chin, sending the blonde Amazon sprawling to her back, the FAWNatics on their feet.
Courage resisted the urge to shake out her fist, her knuckles red and raw as though she had been striking granite, instead raising her hand high in salute as she offered the Cavalry a fleeting, yet most grateful smile. The crowd ate it up, even more so as she pushed up onto one knee and, with one final shake of her head, found her feet ounce again.
“Comparing me to Samantha,” Carol commented as she advanced, sincerity lending her soft tone power, “I consider that a compliment.” Leaning forwards, she took her turn to collect the wrists of Eisenberg, the Women of Wonder hauling back on the stunned weight of the Perfect Predator and leading her up to standing, ducking her noggin beneath the blondes shoulder before securing a headlock of her own. “She might be lacking in stature, but Sinclair stands taller than most of the women I’ve met,” Courage confessed before bending her knees and, with her second herculean effort of the evening, lifted the Destroyer within her grasp skywards, her intended Stalling Vertical Suplex this time allowing the photographers at ringside a genuine opportunity to immortalise the moment.
“If you had ever had to survive, to crawl your way back from despair... you might be able to understand that!”
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX
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Watching the lithe length of the blonde be held overhead draws gasps from the crowd that turn to cheers after a half dozen seconds accumulate. The Python's face turns rosy as she remains overturned for second after long second until Carol finally decides to bring the blonde Amazon CRASHING to the deck. Erika spreads out in a moaning starfish and the temptation is too great for Courage to pass. She slides atop the demolished Eisenberg in a crossbody pin, hooking an impossibly long leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and Erika kicks her way free!
With plenty of past experience conditioning the Officials to expect a protest, the man in black and white was perhaps a little surprised when he didn’t receive one, Carol nodding her ascent as she made certain to pay more attention to beating her opponent to vertical than lamenting a non-existent ‘slow’ count. Doing just as she intended, the Hardbody brunette was in a perfect position to pluck her kneeling, blonde counterpart off the deck whilst she was still kneeling. Ducking low into the rigid midriff of the snakeskin clad tormentor, it was with a “Huff” that the Paladin of Power muscled the Sublime Serpent across her shoulders.
The Cavalry did their utmost to ignore the new shimmy that briefly entered the firm thighs of their heroine, the sheer effort of repeatedly lifting the Destroyer clean off the canvas taking a toll on even her incredible physique, especially given that she remained in the ascendency. Instead they cheered anew, recognising the swivel in the hips of their blue clad leader and the setting of her shoulders, an Airplane Spin in mind to rob the German of her senses.
The brunette's body does as bid by Courage. She manages to get the German across her shoulders, strapping down Eisenberg with curling arms on either side. One is wrapped around Erika's neck, the other around her foe's thighs. Refusing to buckle under the mass, Carol instead starts to twirl clockwise, sending the rotating Serpent around like a propeller blade atop her shoulders.
The crowd watches in stunned silence as Carol treats Erika to a most unexpected ride, the Yank announcing with one glorious old school maneuver she's a force with which to reckon, which only becomes more clear when she shrugs Erika off her shoulders.
The towering blonde flies off in a spinning motion, like the world's most gorgeous Frisbee. Eisenberg lands with a THUMP chest-first on the canvas. Erika, insistent on showing the world the trip had done her no real harm, tries pushing to her feet, and manages it for a moment before stumbling and tumbling, ending on her keister, eyes still spinning along with her gray matter.
While Carol was no stranger to the effects of one of the first offensives that she had ever mastered, she was not entirely immune to them, experience none the less guiding her own, slightly wobbly footing towards the nearest corner. With the support provided by the turnbuckles, Courage had no difficulty mastering her resolve, soon smiling outwards to the crowd as she offered them a few claps, the Cavalry seizing the opportunity and taking up the tempo, all but willing her to victory.
Courage was on Erika again, the blonde refusing to remain humbled, the brunette hoisting her rival towards vertical and, instead of going straight to powering her off the canvas, the Miracle of Marvels opted to generate a little leverage, spinning and yanking Eisenberg into an Irish Whip!
The Harbinger of Horror was launched into a sprint, the ropes collecting her in their embrace before the coils, straining under her non Lightweight mass, almost immediately snapped taunt and sent her back towards centre ring. Never too proud to accept help that was honestly given, Carol was there to collect her, ducking low and prepared to hup her up across her shoulders, a quick spin and slam by way of Spinebuster to follow.
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But while the up goes fine, the down doesn't quite go as Carol planned. Adding some 'oomph' to Carol's lift, Erika heads both up and over, landing behind the startled brunette. Spinning to face her foe, Courage turns right into the waiting arms of the German!
Eisenberg dips slightly and shoots her arms around the open ivory midriff of the All American. Cinching her limbs tight around the tummy, Erika shows her power, lifting Carol off the canvas and forcing a great burst of breath from between the lips of Courage. Tightening her bearhug, a sneering Serpent closes her coils, keeping the oxygen from being drawn in. The blonde Amazon adds a brain-rattling shake to her embrace, determined to let Carol know that while she'd had a good start, there was only one way this match would end.
Courage pries at the Python's arms and, when that fails, she tries to slide her way free, the maneuver equally unsuccessful. Another pulse from Erika's biceps elicits a throaty gasp. The blonde places Carol lightly back down on the deck, but it's only a momentary rest and heavenward Courage goes again, this time a noticeable leaden sag in her limbs when she's lifted.
Carol’s groan was as loud as it was involuntarily, the passion of her pain heartbreaking in its intensity as her shoulders slumped, the throaty rumble of her enforced moan accompanying the slooooooow curl backwards of her neck and then back. A fresh, savage pulse tightened Eisneberg’s constricting coils even further, a sharp ripple shocking the brunettes spine back to rigid with a violent spasm, the All American Heroine’s pretty peepers fluttering alarmingly as her eyes were forced to stare back into the ice blue, predatory glare or Erika.
The embrace of the Curvaceous Carnivore was crippling, buckling the spirit of even the most defiant as, with Carol’s strong thighs wrapped about her foes hips, she felt her own will being sapped with each new constriction, one inch of pressure after the next forcing a fresh grasp. Soon enough her moans were short and breathless, parting her lips into a circle as her eyes could not leave her rivals, her curls bobbing with every assertive jostle, Courage reminded of her painful imprisonment as she appeared hypnotised, her groans only occasionally forming words.
“N...n...nooooo!” she moaned, twitching her fingers as her arms hung limp, the Hardbody robbed of her potency with shocking swiftness. Carol blinked, the fluttering of her eyelids the only sign of life preventing the Official from beginning his count until, with some ember of her resolve suddenly erupting, the pride of Courage found its voice once more.
“NO!” she exhaled with renewed conviction, tensing her shoulders as she brought her palms up, prepared to ring her rival’s ears in effort to escape...
Erika sends another pulse through her biceps to convince Carol to drop her rising arms, but Courage brings the limbs level to the Serpent's temples and swats her hands together behind the blonde Amazon's noggin, ringing the ears of the German. Yipping in pain, Erika's arms loosen enough for Carol to maneuver. She raises her right arm higher, fashioning the elbow into a point and brings it crashing down onto Erika's forehead, breaking her loose from Eisenberg's grip altogether as the dazed grappler staggers back a step or two.
Many others would have retreated, Carol cradling the small of her near obliterated spine, her eyes half closed as she grimaced, and yet Courage was not amongst them. Not as the Paragon of Purpose enflamed her resolve and, with a heart skipping shout, surged back forwards, right arm outstretched to deliver a short arm clothesline!
Turning from defence to offense in a hurry, the brunette surges toward Erika and again shows she has the will and power to match Eisenberg when she THUMPS the arm into Erika's upper chest and rips her foe off her feet. Eisenberg is delivered to the canvas in a confused, dazed sprawl. The blonde pushes up on her palms, staring blankly at Carol, not immediately appearing the dangerous python she was at the start of the match. Erika slithers toward a corner, trying to keep the hovering Carol in front of her.
Keeping track of Carol, however, proved to be easier than expected, the momentum of her own desperate charge carrying the onetime smallest women in the room past the floored Eisenberg, reaching the corner opposite after just a few, long strides and, following an agonising spasming of her abused back, one that enforced an involuntary, pained yelp to escape her proud body, she fell heavily down onto one knee. The Cavalry surged, witnessing and despairing at her distress, clapping in an effort to speed her recovery as the Maiden of Marvels shuddered, closing her eyes tightly as she grasped the top ropes. With a shuddering breath and steely determination, the brunette draaaaaaged herself towards vertical, mastering her pains as she raced to outpace them.
Buoyed by the weakness shown in her foe's body and eyes, Erika uses the ropes behind her to pull up as well. She judges whether Courage is setting a trap and appears to presume her foe doesn't have the sense. Breaking into a sprint, Eisenberg's long stems send her across the canvas in great lopes and she leaps off the canvas a few feet out from her target, ready to SPLASH her powerful frame atop that of Carol, making sure Courage wouldn't be able to take advantage of her momentary momentum.
Just as Carol turns herself about, strong shoulders settling against the top turnbuckle, Erika is there to meet her with a devastating collision! The brunettes eyes open wide just in time to witness the blonde’s arrival, unable to prepare herself and, with a “GUFF!” of rapidly exhaled air and a mournful cry, the Paladin of Power is flattened between the Perfect Predator and the ringpost behind her! Carol recoiled as best she could, sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, and as Eisenberg provided the barest of distance; it was Courage who was left slumping, firm buttocks finding the middle turnbuckle and a shimmy in her knees that was distressing.
Defiantly her eyes remained open, meeting those of Erika, the American fighting to push back up even now with the German Olympian towering above her.
With Courage still pressed in tight, Erika mounts the bottom ropes and balls her right fist. Grabbing Carol's dark locks with her left, she tugs the Yank's noggin back, baring her features to the Predator and Erika bangs away, landing shot after shot to Carol's jaw, the weakening Courage's braincase swinging wildly with each connection.
The Pavlovian crowd chants along from 'FIVE' to 'TEN' as Erika finishes off her set and drags a ragdolled Courage out to centre stage by her hair. Reaching the perfect spot, Eisenberg delivers a toe kick to Carol's navel, doubling her over, a burst of breath escaping.
The blonde tugs Carol's head between her thighs and clamps down, the arrogant look of dominance returning as Erika wraps her arms around Courage's midriff, testing her tenderness. "Perfect," she slid the one word out from between her blood slick lips. From there, she starts to lift Courage off the deck, hoping to get her to vertical and drop to savagely to the canvas, PILEDRIVING the crown of Carol's head into the thinly-sheathed plywood and knock the little bit of sense the American possessed right out of her.
What resiliency that remained inside Courage within that moment was swiftly silenced by the flexing of her rival indomitable thighs, the intense squeezing the heroic brunettes skull rendering her swiftly impotent as her arms hung limp and her own thighs trembled. A shiver ran across her tummy as the blonde leaned forwards to re-embrace her, not a hint of protest present as the Sublime Serpent swiftly straightened and muscled the Amazonian Physique of the Women of Wonder clean of the mat as though she were a Lightweight.
A soft groan escaped the powerful body of Carol as she was domineeringly held suspended upside down, a swift pulse from tightening biceps reminding her to lament her impending doom at centre ring, the tips of her boots pointing skywards as her glorious curls swayed just above the mat. The display lasted just long enough for everyone to witness, and only then did Erika see fit to drop.
The crown of Carol’s noggin was NAILED into the barely yielding plywood that made up the ring and, following the sickening CRACK, she would have forcibly jack knifed away, had her rival not seen fit to retain her embrace. Instead, the blasted Courage remained tightly constricted within the unrelenting grasp of her succulently savage and sitting rival, convulsing with small spasms as she was only allowed to slip slowly forwards, coming to a limp limped puddle with her shoulders against the mat, her buttocks planted firmly between her foes thighs and her incredible stems in the possession of Erika as they slumped open to either side of the blondes rapturous features.
The Official dropped to canvas to begin his count...
ONE!
TWO!!
Courage cried out, throwing up a shoulder to deny victory!
Erika simmers, first at the official then at Courage. Appearing to take Carol's escape as a personal insult, if mostly below the seemingly serene surface.
With Carol putty to be played with, Erika rises, drawing a pliant Courage with her. She turns the dazed brunette to face away from her and scoops an arm between the trembling legs of her valiant but soon to be vanquished foe. Lifting the mostly deadweight Miracle of Marvels, Erika struggles, if slightly, to get the American airborne and secure across her shoulders.
Trapped in a Torture Rack, Carol grimaces back to life and when Erika strides a circle around the ring, she adds more than a few yelps. Before the ref can ask if Courage wants to throw in the towel, Eisenberg rotates her way into a violent Airplane Spin, dizzying the flagging brunette. After a good dozen revolutions, Erika slows to a stop, ready to add the coup de grace of the trip and of the match with one of the most vindictive backbreakers in wrestling.
TORTURE WRACK BACKBREAKER@ 0:15
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When the swift revolutions had come to an end, Eisenberg had perhaps proven that her cruel variation of the Airplane Spin was far more effective than Carol’s more classic approach, the proud eyes of the brunette forcibly strapped across her shoulders fluttered closed and her powerful frame rendered utterly limp. There was a soft rising of her bosom, slow and barely noticeable, enough to not only provide proof of life, but also her dazed submission.
With her rival compliant, Eisenberg flexed her thighs, popping her knees in a dominant display as she all but dead lifted the Hardbody within her grasp and asserted her superiority. It was all a precursor and, as she suddenly dropped ground wards, it was the Cavalry that released a panicked shout on behalf of the silenced Courage, the decent coming to an all too violent stop all too quickly.
All too eagerly Carol found her voice again as she cried out, her spine WRENCHED!! viciously in the wrong direction, her back buckling to the point of breaking before her entire body recoiled with a gag, Erika releasing the Paragon of Purpose and allowing her to whiplash away. Courage landed with a dull thud and a hollow groan, rolling for a few rotations before coming to a crumpled halt, spread eagled across her back with her cheek pressed meekly upon the canvas.
The blood red crimson of Eisenberg’s lips barely parted as she smiled, slight and filled with malice as she turned slowly, the Curvaceous Carnivore rotating almost languidly before she glided and slid her way into an embrace across the top of her victim. With their bodies entwined, Carol involuntarily reciprocating with the smallest of movements, Erika buried those same lips deep into the hollow of her rival’s throat, embracing her victims weakening pulse between them as she possessively suckled.
The Official returned, beginning a new count...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
It didn’t happen, the third count not falling and, failing to feel a convulsion from the brunette beneath her to signify an escape, Eisenberg released her morsel with a pluck and sneered at the man in black and white. Nervously he pointed to the ring ropes and there, perched upon the bottom coil, sat Carol’s raised, right boot, the defiance of Courage as yet unconquered...
Erika slithers up Carol's body, taking a moment to hover her undercarriage above the nose of the brunette before dipping and dragging it over. Moving to a seat above the splayed Courage, the blonde lifts Carol's head and places it gently in her lap. Slowly but most surely, Erika begins to move her impossibly long, sinewy gams around the head and neck of the American in a familiar figure of four. Grabbing the crook of her ankle on the folded leg, Eisneberg starts to secure her scissors/sleeper.
"If you if insist on being oh so very resilient," the Python hisses, "allow me to entice you into slumber...”
With a deep and long moan, Carol’s peepers fluttered back open, a suddenly savage constriction of thighs about her temples summoning her back to life. The All American Heroine GASPED!! as her entire frame shot rigid, her lips circling into a prolonged ‘O’ as, for what was surely for the third and final time this evening, the brunette found herself ensnared within FAWN’s most devastating embrace. She struggled, as was her nature, just as she had twice before, but every ounce of her resistance was to be weaker than the last, the Maiden of Marvel’s clenching her fists and beating them against the Harbinger of Horror’s thighs.
Eisenberg barely flinched, the points of her teeth showing as she rocked her hips, leaning backwards against her palms as she threw her head back with a enthralled cry, each fresh, sharp pivot of her lower limbs eliciting a fresh, heart quickening gasp to escape her mewling victim, the women who had dared to challenge her. Tighter she squeezed, pulsing and constricting, the Perfect Predator unrelenting now that she had her prey.
Carol could barely keep her eyes open, half lidded and barely seeing, her bosom juddering as she struggled to keep breathing, her cries muted as her cheeks turned crimson. Her heels were the first to stop kicking, her stems losing all feeling, her boots no longer scraping the canvas in search of fresh salvation, her fists soon following. They had lasted a few moments longer, one or two further strikes that could not claim to possess power bouncing off her rival’s defences without harm. A further half dozen pivots from the blondes thighs tamed the flagging brunette into final compliance, one last, devastating pulse from Erika snapping the will of Courage at the last hurdle, the Women of Wonder sighing into submission.
With her fingers twitching, Courage could prevail no further, her bright eyes sighing closed as she fell limp...
The Official raised her right arm and, as her released the dead weight, he began counting...
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
The most mirthless of cold smiles quirked Erika's lips as she kept the scissors tight, ensuring Courage's body, if not will, was broken. Only when the referee signals for the bell and the Amazon hears the ring and the announcement...
"You winner...by knockout...Erika Eisenberg"
...does the blonde unknot her destructive limbs. Moving to a schoolgirl press of the ragdolled Courage, knees on biceps, Carol's chin tucked tight to the German's crotch, Erika raises her arms high to the vocal displeasure of the crowd, bosom heaving as she rocked her hips.
Tender, so deliciously tender, and yet... and yet she remained so very ravenous...
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Erika Eisenberg emerged amongst the stark and piercing beat of those opening notes, the melody as unsettling as it was threatening, the curvaceous carnivore striding with purpose, with desire, her pace unceasing and her gaze entrancing, ice blue and calculating, alluring... perilous...
Erika Eisenberg
Attired in the skin of the dead, the blonde destroyer hugged tightly by the two piece, dark tan, snake skin top and slim line shorts, elbow long, fingerless gloves and knee high boots, she was every inch the Amazon the FAWNatics feared her to be. Slowly, with cold, methodical, malicious intent, she circled the ring, refusing to acknowledge the shades that were the bystanders, moving like a predator pinning down her prey, that stare, that piercing, ravenous stare soaking in the ground upon which she would feed upon her volunteering challenger.
Suddenly, with a burst of speed, she all but leapt up onto the apron, proceeding to almost effortlessly lift one long, stunningly powerful leg over the top rope, followed quickly by the other, a slight, mirthless smile finally rising to her coldly intense features.
The Announcer, keeping his distance and finding his voice, cut through the pervading silence and made the coming contest official.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest will be an Open Challenge!! Introducing first, hailing from Berlin, Germany, standing in at 5’9” and 140lbs, the Perfect Predator, ERIKA! EISENBERG!”
That smallest of mirthless smiles remained upon her features as the houselights returned with agonising slowness, finding her corner as though she owned it, her eyes unfaltering from their gaze of the curtains which had yet to flutter open. Perhaps mockingly, perhaps sincerely, she licked her lips, a long trailing of her tongue, as the viper could hardly wait to sink her teeth in...
The FAWNatics followed her gaze, well aware of the torment and terror that Erika had sown in recent memory, unstoppable as she tore a ragged hole through their beloved favourites. Not in over a year had anyone pinned her, and with the challenge now open, they had begun to fear for anyone with the courage to step forwards.
The silence lingered, the shadows lengthening, the torch that needed tendering going unheeded...
It almost became unbearable...
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Those first few notes and the near blinding light that was to accompany them was a triumphant call to arms, the Courage Cavalry swiftly leaping to their collective feet to heartily welcome their heroine’s arrival, the young woman of their affections passing through the curtains and into sight with an upbeat smile. She stood even taller than her impressive stats would suggest, an indomitable air of authority surrounding her stunning physique that only accented the calm confidence that echoed from every inch of her faultless posture. She stood tall, and she encouraged all others around her to stand taller.
CAROL COURAGE
If inspiration could be personified, Carol had done so.
With Amazonian legs braced apart, Carol set one hand upon her hips before raising the other to above her head in a closed fist, an explosion of red, white and blue fireworks silhouetting her emphatic form. For all her presence, there was an ever present humility, for all the grandeur, there was humanity. With no pedestal to stand on, she was what all others could be.
She was what many others would now try to be.
With her salute to the Courage Cavalry completed, she began her journey down the ramp and towards the isle, her path inevitably leading her towards the squared circle. Her strides were purposeful and sure, the young woman attired for the coming contest, her sapphire blue, lyrca shorts hugging her hips tightly, running down to a stop just above her knees, the words HONOUR and RESPECT printed proudly in bright white down each of her powerful thighs. Her boots, wrapped about her calves, were a raven black, while the knee and elbow pads, along with a pair of fingerless gloves, were the same shade as her whisper thin outfit. Across her top she wore a pristinely white T-Shirt, the words stencilled in thunderous black across its front forming a message directed at everyone and all, her personal motto.
‘NEVER GIVE UP’
She clasped hands as they were extended out towards her, a nod of acknowledgement accompanying the firm grip, before she arrived at her destination. Carol ascended the steel steps and entered the ring without fear, ducking between the top and middle ropes before turning quickly back into the corner. She faced outwards and she pulled herself up to standing on the centre turnbuckle, raising her fist up fiercely for a second salute to the Courage Cavalry.
The FAWNatics responded with gusto, even more so as the Paragon of Purpose grabbed her T-Shirt and whipped it off clean over the top of her own head, revealing the sapphire sports bra, impressive bosom and bare, toned abs beneath. With a smile she balled up the shirt and threw it without reservation into the waiting crowd, one lucky fan receiving a converted souvenir for the evening.
Hopping down from her corner, the Hardbody Brunette turned about; preparing herself for Eisenberg, a powerhouse that had not fallen in the entire time she herself had been absent...
With her music fading and the Open Challenge accepted, Carol could still feel the trepidation that pervaded the air, the uncertainty that filled the hearts of the Cavalry no matter how much they wanted to be brave, how much they wanted to believe. Courage had to give them a reason to, massaging her wrists as she met the gaze of Erika opposite, undaunted, circling the ring with a measured pace from the moment the bell rang, bringing her hands up before she started clapping.
The FAWNatics took their cue and joined in with her, the methodical applause defiant and rousing, striving to banish the unseen daemons to the darkest corners of the arena.
With a self assured smile, Carol surged forwards, matching Eisneberg’s long strides as they both responded to some unspoken signal, the Paladin of Power and the Perfect Predator colliding in the fiercest collar and elbow tie up on this side of wrestling. With the grunting of effort and the straining of sinews, two of FAWN’s Hardbodies strove to force the other towards the nearest corner.
After several long seconds of fighting for leverage, a mirthless Erika shoves out of the tie-up, sending Carol back pedalling no more than a couple steps. Defiant, Courage raises her hands and extends, wriggling her fingers, offering a test of strength.
Eisenberg offers a predatory smirk in response. "Ignorance," she scowled, despite the quirking of her lips, “misplaced as courage...”
Eisenberg steps forward and laces one set of fingers with Carol's, and quickly behind, the other. Arms tense, their biceps in definition, legs straining for position. Slowly, Erika starts to roll her wrists over those of Courage, but the impatient German isn't happy with the progress, lifting a knee into Carol's tummy, doubling over the brunette. Twisting around and behind the Babyface hardbody, keeping her grips in place, Erika tries to sweep both of Carol's arms across her own throat in a straightjacket 'x' of limbs, using her foe's own pythons against her.
With her cheeks tinting a shade of crimson, the Women of Wonder was caught flat footed by Eisenberg’s shortcut and her incredible physique was rendered compliant. However momentary her weakness had been, it was an eternity for the likes of the Sublime Serpent, the German circumventing the defences of the American and, with wrists captured, yanked her standing frame backwards into a painful arch, forcing a ‘ERK!!’ from Carol and impassioned GASP! to soon follow as Courage was being throttled by her own limbs.
With every one of her sculpted inches struggling, Carol stood rigid, biceps tensing even as they pressed in tight against her own throat, proud bosom hiking with every stolen breath. Closing her eyes tightly, Courage sought to master her own surprise, focusing her efforts and refusing to surrender to panic, listening to the Cavalry as they continued clapping, responding to her peril with support. Setting her shoulders, the Miracle of Marvels sharply rotated her hips and YANKED herself into a sharp turn to the right, forcing one of her wrists to slip free from the notorious Pythons grasp and spin her frame about into a spiral.
Suddenly with her front to the back of Eisenberg, reversing their fortunes in one swift, assertive, crowd pleasing movement, Courage shifted her grip to lock in an Armbar. “You want people to feel small Erika? You want to belittle them, to intimidate them?” Carol questioned, the brunette securing the limb of powerful blonde, “I already know what it feels like to be small, to be afraid, and I overcame it. You are not the one to make me feel that way again!”
Erika grimaces, her arm wrenched higher still. "Oh, but I wilssSSSSS!." Eisenberg hissed, her threat cut off by Courage. But Erika quickly dips her head and swings around and behind Carol, able to reverse the Yank's earlier reversal.
It's Erika's turn for a chickenwing on Courage and she adds a stomp into the pit of Carol's right knee that forces the brunette to genuflect in front of the perilous Python. The blonde Amazon steps one leg over Carol's shoulder and quickly does likewise on the opposite side, giving up her grip on the brunette's arm in order to clamp down on a standing head scissors.
Flexing her long, lithe thighs, Erika's pressure on Carol's braincase is immediately evident, the face of Courage turning rosy, her features twisted in pain. "You will feel small, so very small, as small as a Sinclair beneath my boot," Erika ‘purred’. "And when I feel your pride shattered between my legs, I MAY see fit to release you.”
The effect was almost immediate, the Paragon of Purpose on the receiving end of Eisenberg’s terrible embrace for the first time and, as others had learned before her, nothing in Carol’s career had prepared her. Nothing could have prepared her.
A shiver ran the length of her curved spine, Courage forced to kneel as she would never do so willingly as her head was squeezed with sinister intent, impossibly strong thighs constricting and driving the spirit from even her proud heart. The jolt of each fresh pulse was like lightning, forcing the brunette to spasm as her features soon became hidden, her entrapped body shuddering as her arms were held, by her wrists, skywards above her curls, squeezed within the grasp of Erika, fingers slowly opening and closing impotently.
Robbed of her voice, Carol could not offer a protest nor a denial, every ounce of her will instead funnelled towards her continued survival, a refusal to surrender. She could see now why so many had failed to do so and, as her own powerful body was wracked with agony from head to toe from what seemed to simple a torture, Carol could not bring herself to blame them.
Nor could she bring herself to emulate them...
With a sudden surge of effort, the All American Heroine clenched her fingers into defiant fists and, with her cheeks now reddening from effort; she inched her way, agonisingly slowly, into a better position. Even as the Official ducked down to check of the gasping brunettes well being, she was shuffling her boots, soon pressing down with her toes against the canvas and then, finally finding the leverage, the full flat of their soles.
With a terrific SHOUT!! Carol yanked her hands free from her rivals grasp for a second time, bracing her palms against those horrifically dominant thighs and, following her defiant cry with a deep breath, popped her knees and SURGED!! her way to vertical. The Maiden of Marvels shocked the entire crowd into awed silence as she LIFTED all one hundred and forty pounds of the Curvaceous Carnivore into the air, the blonde sitting across her strong shoulders by way of electric chair!
While the Gladiatrix Photographers were well practiced in capturing such moments, even they were caught flat footed by the speed of the spectacle, Courage wasting no time as, no sooner was Eisenberg up, did Carol deliberately fall backwards, bringing the blonde with her for an almighty collision with the barely yielding plywood!
And the ring rattles with the impact. The crowd roars its approval at Courage, showing a heaping helping of her namesake, and the pain crossing Eisenberg's face, a rare sight in many of her matches. Both women remain matbound, Erika working at a knot in her spine while Carol shakes her senses back into place.
The German grits her perfect pearlies and struggles to all fours while the American does likewise. With little delay, they crawl to each other, blonde and brunette using the other to climb to their knees. The two grappler’s trade blows, Erika then Carol swinging and connecting, shaking their foe's balance before returning fire.
The crowd chants in unison a 'YAY' for each blow from Carol and the requisite 'BOO' for Erika's impacts. When suddenly, after a block, the 'YAY's start to accumulate, Carol has Erika's head on a swivel, the German's icy blues looking more glassy with each jarring fist.
"This is long overdue," Carol says, winding up for a big uppercut. "For a whole lot of the roster." She connects under Erika's chin, sending the blonde Amazon sprawling to her back, the FAWNatics on their feet.
Courage resisted the urge to shake out her fist, her knuckles red and raw as though she had been striking granite, instead raising her hand high in salute as she offered the Cavalry a fleeting, yet most grateful smile. The crowd ate it up, even more so as she pushed up onto one knee and, with one final shake of her head, found her feet ounce again.
“Comparing me to Samantha,” Carol commented as she advanced, sincerity lending her soft tone power, “I consider that a compliment.” Leaning forwards, she took her turn to collect the wrists of Eisenberg, the Women of Wonder hauling back on the stunned weight of the Perfect Predator and leading her up to standing, ducking her noggin beneath the blondes shoulder before securing a headlock of her own. “She might be lacking in stature, but Sinclair stands taller than most of the women I’ve met,” Courage confessed before bending her knees and, with her second herculean effort of the evening, lifted the Destroyer within her grasp skywards, her intended Stalling Vertical Suplex this time allowing the photographers at ringside a genuine opportunity to immortalise the moment.
“If you had ever had to survive, to crawl your way back from despair... you might be able to understand that!”
STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX
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Watching the lithe length of the blonde be held overhead draws gasps from the crowd that turn to cheers after a half dozen seconds accumulate. The Python's face turns rosy as she remains overturned for second after long second until Carol finally decides to bring the blonde Amazon CRASHING to the deck. Erika spreads out in a moaning starfish and the temptation is too great for Courage to pass. She slides atop the demolished Eisenberg in a crossbody pin, hooking an impossibly long leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!!
...and Erika kicks her way free!
With plenty of past experience conditioning the Officials to expect a protest, the man in black and white was perhaps a little surprised when he didn’t receive one, Carol nodding her ascent as she made certain to pay more attention to beating her opponent to vertical than lamenting a non-existent ‘slow’ count. Doing just as she intended, the Hardbody brunette was in a perfect position to pluck her kneeling, blonde counterpart off the deck whilst she was still kneeling. Ducking low into the rigid midriff of the snakeskin clad tormentor, it was with a “Huff” that the Paladin of Power muscled the Sublime Serpent across her shoulders.
The Cavalry did their utmost to ignore the new shimmy that briefly entered the firm thighs of their heroine, the sheer effort of repeatedly lifting the Destroyer clean off the canvas taking a toll on even her incredible physique, especially given that she remained in the ascendency. Instead they cheered anew, recognising the swivel in the hips of their blue clad leader and the setting of her shoulders, an Airplane Spin in mind to rob the German of her senses.
The brunette's body does as bid by Courage. She manages to get the German across her shoulders, strapping down Eisenberg with curling arms on either side. One is wrapped around Erika's neck, the other around her foe's thighs. Refusing to buckle under the mass, Carol instead starts to twirl clockwise, sending the rotating Serpent around like a propeller blade atop her shoulders.
The crowd watches in stunned silence as Carol treats Erika to a most unexpected ride, the Yank announcing with one glorious old school maneuver she's a force with which to reckon, which only becomes more clear when she shrugs Erika off her shoulders.
The towering blonde flies off in a spinning motion, like the world's most gorgeous Frisbee. Eisenberg lands with a THUMP chest-first on the canvas. Erika, insistent on showing the world the trip had done her no real harm, tries pushing to her feet, and manages it for a moment before stumbling and tumbling, ending on her keister, eyes still spinning along with her gray matter.
While Carol was no stranger to the effects of one of the first offensives that she had ever mastered, she was not entirely immune to them, experience none the less guiding her own, slightly wobbly footing towards the nearest corner. With the support provided by the turnbuckles, Courage had no difficulty mastering her resolve, soon smiling outwards to the crowd as she offered them a few claps, the Cavalry seizing the opportunity and taking up the tempo, all but willing her to victory.
Courage was on Erika again, the blonde refusing to remain humbled, the brunette hoisting her rival towards vertical and, instead of going straight to powering her off the canvas, the Miracle of Marvels opted to generate a little leverage, spinning and yanking Eisenberg into an Irish Whip!
The Harbinger of Horror was launched into a sprint, the ropes collecting her in their embrace before the coils, straining under her non Lightweight mass, almost immediately snapped taunt and sent her back towards centre ring. Never too proud to accept help that was honestly given, Carol was there to collect her, ducking low and prepared to hup her up across her shoulders, a quick spin and slam by way of Spinebuster to follow.
FIREMANS CARRY SPINEBUSTER: @6:05
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But while the up goes fine, the down doesn't quite go as Carol planned. Adding some 'oomph' to Carol's lift, Erika heads both up and over, landing behind the startled brunette. Spinning to face her foe, Courage turns right into the waiting arms of the German!
Eisenberg dips slightly and shoots her arms around the open ivory midriff of the All American. Cinching her limbs tight around the tummy, Erika shows her power, lifting Carol off the canvas and forcing a great burst of breath from between the lips of Courage. Tightening her bearhug, a sneering Serpent closes her coils, keeping the oxygen from being drawn in. The blonde Amazon adds a brain-rattling shake to her embrace, determined to let Carol know that while she'd had a good start, there was only one way this match would end.
Courage pries at the Python's arms and, when that fails, she tries to slide her way free, the maneuver equally unsuccessful. Another pulse from Erika's biceps elicits a throaty gasp. The blonde places Carol lightly back down on the deck, but it's only a momentary rest and heavenward Courage goes again, this time a noticeable leaden sag in her limbs when she's lifted.
Carol’s groan was as loud as it was involuntarily, the passion of her pain heartbreaking in its intensity as her shoulders slumped, the throaty rumble of her enforced moan accompanying the slooooooow curl backwards of her neck and then back. A fresh, savage pulse tightened Eisneberg’s constricting coils even further, a sharp ripple shocking the brunettes spine back to rigid with a violent spasm, the All American Heroine’s pretty peepers fluttering alarmingly as her eyes were forced to stare back into the ice blue, predatory glare or Erika.
The embrace of the Curvaceous Carnivore was crippling, buckling the spirit of even the most defiant as, with Carol’s strong thighs wrapped about her foes hips, she felt her own will being sapped with each new constriction, one inch of pressure after the next forcing a fresh grasp. Soon enough her moans were short and breathless, parting her lips into a circle as her eyes could not leave her rivals, her curls bobbing with every assertive jostle, Courage reminded of her painful imprisonment as she appeared hypnotised, her groans only occasionally forming words.
“N...n...nooooo!” she moaned, twitching her fingers as her arms hung limp, the Hardbody robbed of her potency with shocking swiftness. Carol blinked, the fluttering of her eyelids the only sign of life preventing the Official from beginning his count until, with some ember of her resolve suddenly erupting, the pride of Courage found its voice once more.
“NO!” she exhaled with renewed conviction, tensing her shoulders as she brought her palms up, prepared to ring her rival’s ears in effort to escape...
Erika sends another pulse through her biceps to convince Carol to drop her rising arms, but Courage brings the limbs level to the Serpent's temples and swats her hands together behind the blonde Amazon's noggin, ringing the ears of the German. Yipping in pain, Erika's arms loosen enough for Carol to maneuver. She raises her right arm higher, fashioning the elbow into a point and brings it crashing down onto Erika's forehead, breaking her loose from Eisenberg's grip altogether as the dazed grappler staggers back a step or two.
Many others would have retreated, Carol cradling the small of her near obliterated spine, her eyes half closed as she grimaced, and yet Courage was not amongst them. Not as the Paragon of Purpose enflamed her resolve and, with a heart skipping shout, surged back forwards, right arm outstretched to deliver a short arm clothesline!
Turning from defence to offense in a hurry, the brunette surges toward Erika and again shows she has the will and power to match Eisenberg when she THUMPS the arm into Erika's upper chest and rips her foe off her feet. Eisenberg is delivered to the canvas in a confused, dazed sprawl. The blonde pushes up on her palms, staring blankly at Carol, not immediately appearing the dangerous python she was at the start of the match. Erika slithers toward a corner, trying to keep the hovering Carol in front of her.
Keeping track of Carol, however, proved to be easier than expected, the momentum of her own desperate charge carrying the onetime smallest women in the room past the floored Eisenberg, reaching the corner opposite after just a few, long strides and, following an agonising spasming of her abused back, one that enforced an involuntary, pained yelp to escape her proud body, she fell heavily down onto one knee. The Cavalry surged, witnessing and despairing at her distress, clapping in an effort to speed her recovery as the Maiden of Marvels shuddered, closing her eyes tightly as she grasped the top ropes. With a shuddering breath and steely determination, the brunette draaaaaaged herself towards vertical, mastering her pains as she raced to outpace them.
Buoyed by the weakness shown in her foe's body and eyes, Erika uses the ropes behind her to pull up as well. She judges whether Courage is setting a trap and appears to presume her foe doesn't have the sense. Breaking into a sprint, Eisenberg's long stems send her across the canvas in great lopes and she leaps off the canvas a few feet out from her target, ready to SPLASH her powerful frame atop that of Carol, making sure Courage wouldn't be able to take advantage of her momentary momentum.
Just as Carol turns herself about, strong shoulders settling against the top turnbuckle, Erika is there to meet her with a devastating collision! The brunettes eyes open wide just in time to witness the blonde’s arrival, unable to prepare herself and, with a “GUFF!” of rapidly exhaled air and a mournful cry, the Paladin of Power is flattened between the Perfect Predator and the ringpost behind her! Carol recoiled as best she could, sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, and as Eisenberg provided the barest of distance; it was Courage who was left slumping, firm buttocks finding the middle turnbuckle and a shimmy in her knees that was distressing.
Defiantly her eyes remained open, meeting those of Erika, the American fighting to push back up even now with the German Olympian towering above her.
With Courage still pressed in tight, Erika mounts the bottom ropes and balls her right fist. Grabbing Carol's dark locks with her left, she tugs the Yank's noggin back, baring her features to the Predator and Erika bangs away, landing shot after shot to Carol's jaw, the weakening Courage's braincase swinging wildly with each connection.
The Pavlovian crowd chants along from 'FIVE' to 'TEN' as Erika finishes off her set and drags a ragdolled Courage out to centre stage by her hair. Reaching the perfect spot, Eisenberg delivers a toe kick to Carol's navel, doubling her over, a burst of breath escaping.
The blonde tugs Carol's head between her thighs and clamps down, the arrogant look of dominance returning as Erika wraps her arms around Courage's midriff, testing her tenderness. "Perfect," she slid the one word out from between her blood slick lips. From there, she starts to lift Courage off the deck, hoping to get her to vertical and drop to savagely to the canvas, PILEDRIVING the crown of Carol's head into the thinly-sheathed plywood and knock the little bit of sense the American possessed right out of her.
What resiliency that remained inside Courage within that moment was swiftly silenced by the flexing of her rival indomitable thighs, the intense squeezing the heroic brunettes skull rendering her swiftly impotent as her arms hung limp and her own thighs trembled. A shiver ran across her tummy as the blonde leaned forwards to re-embrace her, not a hint of protest present as the Sublime Serpent swiftly straightened and muscled the Amazonian Physique of the Women of Wonder clean of the mat as though she were a Lightweight.
A soft groan escaped the powerful body of Carol as she was domineeringly held suspended upside down, a swift pulse from tightening biceps reminding her to lament her impending doom at centre ring, the tips of her boots pointing skywards as her glorious curls swayed just above the mat. The display lasted just long enough for everyone to witness, and only then did Erika see fit to drop.
The crown of Carol’s noggin was NAILED into the barely yielding plywood that made up the ring and, following the sickening CRACK, she would have forcibly jack knifed away, had her rival not seen fit to retain her embrace. Instead, the blasted Courage remained tightly constricted within the unrelenting grasp of her succulently savage and sitting rival, convulsing with small spasms as she was only allowed to slip slowly forwards, coming to a limp limped puddle with her shoulders against the mat, her buttocks planted firmly between her foes thighs and her incredible stems in the possession of Erika as they slumped open to either side of the blondes rapturous features.
The Official dropped to canvas to begin his count...
ONE!
TWO!!
Courage cried out, throwing up a shoulder to deny victory!
Erika simmers, first at the official then at Courage. Appearing to take Carol's escape as a personal insult, if mostly below the seemingly serene surface.
With Carol putty to be played with, Erika rises, drawing a pliant Courage with her. She turns the dazed brunette to face away from her and scoops an arm between the trembling legs of her valiant but soon to be vanquished foe. Lifting the mostly deadweight Miracle of Marvels, Erika struggles, if slightly, to get the American airborne and secure across her shoulders.
Trapped in a Torture Rack, Carol grimaces back to life and when Erika strides a circle around the ring, she adds more than a few yelps. Before the ref can ask if Courage wants to throw in the towel, Eisenberg rotates her way into a violent Airplane Spin, dizzying the flagging brunette. After a good dozen revolutions, Erika slows to a stop, ready to add the coup de grace of the trip and of the match with one of the most vindictive backbreakers in wrestling.
TORTURE WRACK BACKBREAKER@ 0:15
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When the swift revolutions had come to an end, Eisenberg had perhaps proven that her cruel variation of the Airplane Spin was far more effective than Carol’s more classic approach, the proud eyes of the brunette forcibly strapped across her shoulders fluttered closed and her powerful frame rendered utterly limp. There was a soft rising of her bosom, slow and barely noticeable, enough to not only provide proof of life, but also her dazed submission.
With her rival compliant, Eisenberg flexed her thighs, popping her knees in a dominant display as she all but dead lifted the Hardbody within her grasp and asserted her superiority. It was all a precursor and, as she suddenly dropped ground wards, it was the Cavalry that released a panicked shout on behalf of the silenced Courage, the decent coming to an all too violent stop all too quickly.
All too eagerly Carol found her voice again as she cried out, her spine WRENCHED!! viciously in the wrong direction, her back buckling to the point of breaking before her entire body recoiled with a gag, Erika releasing the Paragon of Purpose and allowing her to whiplash away. Courage landed with a dull thud and a hollow groan, rolling for a few rotations before coming to a crumpled halt, spread eagled across her back with her cheek pressed meekly upon the canvas.
The blood red crimson of Eisenberg’s lips barely parted as she smiled, slight and filled with malice as she turned slowly, the Curvaceous Carnivore rotating almost languidly before she glided and slid her way into an embrace across the top of her victim. With their bodies entwined, Carol involuntarily reciprocating with the smallest of movements, Erika buried those same lips deep into the hollow of her rival’s throat, embracing her victims weakening pulse between them as she possessively suckled.
The Official returned, beginning a new count...
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE...
It didn’t happen, the third count not falling and, failing to feel a convulsion from the brunette beneath her to signify an escape, Eisenberg released her morsel with a pluck and sneered at the man in black and white. Nervously he pointed to the ring ropes and there, perched upon the bottom coil, sat Carol’s raised, right boot, the defiance of Courage as yet unconquered...
Erika slithers up Carol's body, taking a moment to hover her undercarriage above the nose of the brunette before dipping and dragging it over. Moving to a seat above the splayed Courage, the blonde lifts Carol's head and places it gently in her lap. Slowly but most surely, Erika begins to move her impossibly long, sinewy gams around the head and neck of the American in a familiar figure of four. Grabbing the crook of her ankle on the folded leg, Eisneberg starts to secure her scissors/sleeper.
"If you if insist on being oh so very resilient," the Python hisses, "allow me to entice you into slumber...”
With a deep and long moan, Carol’s peepers fluttered back open, a suddenly savage constriction of thighs about her temples summoning her back to life. The All American Heroine GASPED!! as her entire frame shot rigid, her lips circling into a prolonged ‘O’ as, for what was surely for the third and final time this evening, the brunette found herself ensnared within FAWN’s most devastating embrace. She struggled, as was her nature, just as she had twice before, but every ounce of her resistance was to be weaker than the last, the Maiden of Marvel’s clenching her fists and beating them against the Harbinger of Horror’s thighs.
Eisenberg barely flinched, the points of her teeth showing as she rocked her hips, leaning backwards against her palms as she threw her head back with a enthralled cry, each fresh, sharp pivot of her lower limbs eliciting a fresh, heart quickening gasp to escape her mewling victim, the women who had dared to challenge her. Tighter she squeezed, pulsing and constricting, the Perfect Predator unrelenting now that she had her prey.
Carol could barely keep her eyes open, half lidded and barely seeing, her bosom juddering as she struggled to keep breathing, her cries muted as her cheeks turned crimson. Her heels were the first to stop kicking, her stems losing all feeling, her boots no longer scraping the canvas in search of fresh salvation, her fists soon following. They had lasted a few moments longer, one or two further strikes that could not claim to possess power bouncing off her rival’s defences without harm. A further half dozen pivots from the blondes thighs tamed the flagging brunette into final compliance, one last, devastating pulse from Erika snapping the will of Courage at the last hurdle, the Women of Wonder sighing into submission.
With her fingers twitching, Courage could prevail no further, her bright eyes sighing closed as she fell limp...
The Official raised her right arm and, as her released the dead weight, he began counting...
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
The most mirthless of cold smiles quirked Erika's lips as she kept the scissors tight, ensuring Courage's body, if not will, was broken. Only when the referee signals for the bell and the Amazon hears the ring and the announcement...
"You winner...by knockout...Erika Eisenberg"
...does the blonde unknot her destructive limbs. Moving to a schoolgirl press of the ragdolled Courage, knees on biceps, Carol's chin tucked tight to the German's crotch, Erika raises her arms high to the vocal displeasure of the crowd, bosom heaving as she rocked her hips.
Tender, so deliciously tender, and yet... and yet she remained so very ravenous...