Post by alyadmirer on Aug 5, 2015 1:30:27 GMT
With the squared circle once again clean and ready for battle, Switchfoot’s 'Dark Horses' poured through the speakers and the crowd responded by releasing a mixture of positive and negative though the latter clearly overwhelms the former thanks to the stink raised by her current employment situation. This was illustrated quite nicely when the Fixer strode through the curtain and greeted the noise with nothing more than an amused sniff. Portia’s lead counsel headed directly for the ring without delay, avoiding any contact with the reaching hands of the FAWNatics. The Fixer’s attire was eye-catching to say the least, a sleeveless crimson one piece featuring a plunging ‘V’ neckline, wide lapels, an exceptionally high military style collar and three shiny black buttons descending in a straight line from the tip of the ‘V’ to just below her navel. The look was completed with glossy black pads and boots. The announcer pushes his voice over the music and crowd.
RACHEL RAKER:
She was halfway down the aisle when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing VanBuren & Associates, hailing from Willow Grove Connecticut, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the Fixer… RACHEL RAKER!”
Having cast her lot with the Trust Fund Terror, her response was an unforgiving barrage of jeers and catcalls. Barely registering their reaction one way or the other, Raker made her way to the squared circle with an unbreakable focus.
Reaching the ring, the hired gun took a lap around the narrow aisle, not to peruse the signs and placards waved by the FAWNatics (the grammar on most was merely passable at best and downright atrocious at worst) but to clear her mind for the battle ahead. And it would be a battle, of that there could be no question. Once the circuit was through she hurried up the steps and slipped between the ropes. The Crimson Counsel turned and climbed the corner to the middle ropes and raised a fist in recognition of those who recognized the value of a job well done, no matter for whom it was done. Hopping down shortly thereafter, she shared a word with referee Al Carpenter while he inspected her wrists, elbows and knees.
Carpenter had stepped cleared the Fixer for battle when the Announcer cleared his throat. “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 sold out crowd 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 turned her attention to the camera that’d glided up beside her. “No Portia, no Alexis and no Kylie. And yet I can still smell them. Smells like cowardice, shame and desperation.” Nostrils still flaring, the Technical Marvel started down the ramp.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first PPV battle against WOLF‘s only World Champion, the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As with last month she wore her newest and presumably last offering from the FAWN merchandise stand, a dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain never let her eyes leave Rachel as she closed the distance. She kept her other senses devoted to seeking out even the slightest indication of an Associate trap and yet none appeared. It seemed as if Raker had come to this fight alone, though she’d never take such a gift for granted until the match was over and inscribed in the record books. Still, a true one on one showdown with Rachel Raker was something to be savored and so she took her time in climbing the steps to the apron.
Once in the ring she strode to the center posted up directly in front of the redhead. Chancing a cheap shot to test Raker’s resolve, Sydney grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top and peeled it up to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to Al, Syd cocked her head to see if Rachel would strike before the bell but the Fixer stayed right where she was. Satisfied for the moment, Deschain backed into the opposite corner and waited for the ref’s final inspection.
Though Rachel had been one of her defining opponents during the reign of WOLF, Sydney only crossed swords with her twice in FAWN, both battles coming during the Marvel’s campaign to leave Portia VanBuren a smoldering ruin. Said campaign had indeed put Portia to ground for several months afterward, but she’d split the series with Raker and Deschain occasionally mulled a rubber match despite her intense dislike for the redhead’s employer. So she hadn’t balked when Rachel’s name showed up on the July contract, nor did she hesitate to come forward when Raker did the same at the sound of the bell.
More conflicted about the battle ahead than her icy exterior ever let on, the Fixer approached with fists poised to strike, thought it about it for a moment, then lowered her guard. When Deschain didn’t immediately go on the attack, Raker said, “I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me. But what I do like is being in this ring or any other with a wrestler who challenges me on every possible level. That’s you, Deschain. Right here, right now I’m promising you that tonight is strictly about you and me. I told Portia, Kylie and Alexis that if they set foot through that curtain before the closing bell that I’ll leave the firm immediately. No asterisks this time, Syd. The record books will show you and I fought three times under the FAWN banner. And that I emerged from that series two victories to one. If you’re ready for that, bring it on.” Raker extended her hand and though the FAWNatics warned against it, Sydney returned it after only a moment.
“You have shytty taste in friends and employers, Rachel.” the brunette said over their clasped hands. “But I’m glad to see you across the ring from me one more time. Even if it does mean stacking you shoulders down, ass up.” The Marvel broke away and settled into a loose crouch, leaving Raker to resume her boxing stance.
“I’ve never been much for stacking.” the redhead admitted. “Stretching you out flat though, that’s sounding real good.”
Sydney twitched her fingers. “Come and get it then, suit.”
Rachel did, her prison yard-trained hands cutting the air with nasty little ‘whicking’ sounds that were quickly obscured by the PWAK of those fists striking the brunette’s guard. Always quick to shift tactics when the current didn’t produce results, Raker cupped one hand against the nape of Syd’s neck to keep her close while the other traveled south and in for half a dozen stabbing hooks to the ribs. Syd grunted, broke her guard apart and wrapped both arms around the redhead’s waist. She squeezed hard but not to Hug or even power a Suplex, she merely sought to disrupt Raker’s rhythm. In that she succeeded quite nicely, as Rachel gasped and reached for the hands knotted against the small of her back. Her situation grew considerably more tricky when Deschain shifted onto her right foot and THUMPED her left knee into the meat of the other woman’s right thigh. She repeated the blow as soon as her foot touched down, then kept it in place and gouged her right knee into Rachel’s left thigh. It was a classic Clench Fight tactic and Deschain did it better than most, but the redhead was no slouch either and she coiled her arms around Syd’s biceps. As a counter Bear Hug it wasn’t much, it did however keep the Mangler glued to her chest and tummy, which was all Rachel needed.
Waiting until Deschain landed her last Kneelift, Raker pulled her foe in even closer and countered with three lighting-fast Kneelifts of her own. Whereas the brunette had gone for thigh, Rachel angled hers a bit more to strike at opposing buttock. While the resultant jostle and stamp always got a cheer from the crowd, there was more to Raker’s strategy that titillation or embarrassment. If she could pound those glutes enough Syd’s legs would practically freeze up and without those the Marvel was no threat at all. Of course Deschain recognized the strategy herself and made Rachel pay for it with a few shots to opposing booty as well. Rachel grunted in pain, answered with a second salvo, then twined her right leg around Sydney’s left, effectively keeping both ladies from using their knees.
Now it really was more of a Bear Hug showdown and since hers was on the outside, she gave it up and pulled her arms back. The Marvel knew Raker wouldn’t just disengage without a plan, so she leaned in close and twisted her head to one side so she could brace it against Rachel’s chest. Doing so kept the Bear Hug snug and made it much more difficult for the Fixer to get under her arms, or turn her face into a Front Sleeper for that matter. Rachel grimaced, curled an arm around the back of Syd’s skull and squeezed hard, but with the brunette’s cheek to her sternum it wasn’t gonna do much damage. Hoping that Deschain had committed to crushing her, Raker untangled their legs and went back to work on the brunette’s left thigh and buttock. Sydney grunted, adjusted a little and spiked Rachel’s right thigh in between squeezes.
Tired of the stalemate, Raker braced the heel of one hand against Sydney’s forehead, thus doing her best to make sure she couldn’t turn away when Rachel THWHUMPED a truncated Forearm Smash against the base of her neck. Sydney grunted, poured even more pressure into the Hug and added Kneelifts for good measure. But Raker would not be deterred and eventually Deschain was forced to shake her head loose from what had once been a fortified position. Sensing an opening, Rachel snaked her arms around the brunette’s head and tugged her forward and down into the underappreciated but by no means lacking swell of her décolletage.
“No need to rush off, Syd.” Rachel huffed as she felt the first of the brunette’s grunts on her breasts. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a nice talk.”
Right arm cinched around the nape of Deschain’s neck to cup her own left bicep, Rachel’s left hand palmed the back of Sydney’s noggin and pulled her in that much deeper. Concentrating on shortening her respiration (not to mention twisting her nose away from the pressure of opposing sternum) Syd drew the Bear Hug that much tighter and felt Rachel gasp as a result, but as long as she was suckling jugg Raker was going to win the oxygen deficit. With that in mind she dipped her knees a bit, doing it abruptly so it felt / looked more like a sag. Rachel dipped to pull her up and that’s when the Mangler straightened and lifted, hoisting the surprised battler off her feet! It wasn’t far, barely even six inches. but with Rachel denied her vertical base it meant Deschain could stamp forward without any leggy interference.
Raker cursed, tugged the Front Sleeper back n’ forth, then raised her legs and slipped them around Sydney’s waist. The Scissors stole a little more breath and Rachel’s toes scraped the canvas, prompting a smile from the redhead. Then Deschain put on strong burst that sent them both stagger-stamping into the ropes. Sydney released the Bear Hug just long enough to grab hold of the middle rope. Then she pulled Rachel tighter than ever and huffed, “BREAGH!”
Rachel pulled her right foot up and hooked it over the bottom strand and made a point of drawing Carpenter’s attention to it. Nodding when Rachel caught his eye, Al moved in and patted both women on the shoulder. “Ropes, ladies. I want a clean break from both of you, ok?”
Neither said anything, but Sydney unclasped her hands and Rachel broke her coils. Two sets of arms came up slowly and stayed that way as Sydney backed off by half a dozen paces or so. Regarding one another warily as their respiration returned to normal, Deschain and Raker waited a good ten seconds to resume their circle. “Hope those first few minutes in lock-up didn’t take too much out of you, Syd.” Raker said with a smirk. “The real hard time is still to come. Might even find yourself in Solitary Confinement if you piss me off.”
“You haven’t built a prison that can hold me, Rachel.” Deschain chided. “But I’m not here for a jailbreak. I’m gonna start a full fledged riot.”
The Associates Crimson Counsel only smirked. “Thankfully I’ve got the perfect move to deal with such an outbreak.”
Sydney answered by coming off the ropes to sweep her rival into a Collar & Elbow just shy of center ring. Quite familiar with the other’s strengths and weaknesses despite the two year gap since their last meeting, brunette and redhead took turns pushing her foe around in awkward little circles. This brawny stalemate continued until Raker wedged one hand under Sydney’s chin and pushed back, forcing her neck to bend at an awkward angle. It wasn’t an illegal hold but it gave Raker unqualified control over the clench and she quickly marched the Marvel into the nearest corner.
Al didn’t get a chance to ask for the clean break this time, as Rachel immediately pounded a Kneelift into Deschain’s midsection. Sydney ‘oofffhhed’ and started to lean forward only to have Raker stuff her back with another commanding palm. Then Rachel lowered her head and wedged the crown against the brunette’s chest, meaning she had very little in the way of maneuvering room when the Fixer raised her fists to hip-level and unleashed a punishing lather of left and right hands. Snarling as her flanks were lathered with knuckles, Sydney didn’t bother to hook a foot over the ropes or even try to get the ref’s attention. Instead she twined her fingers in Raker’s coppery locks and pulled hard. Rachel hissed, stopped punching and braced her hands flat against that welted tummy.
“Hair, Carpenter! Get her out of my hair!”
“You can have your hair back when you drop your hands and back the hell uPHUUUFFFFHHHH!”
Rachel chose to sacrifice a few locks of hair in favor of rearing back and diving forward, her right shoulder THWHUMPING deep into the pit of Sydney’s stomach. The gut-churning shot proved quite effective in making Syd release her hair-hold but it also motivated the brunette to crook her left arm in a ‘V’ and THWHAP it down across the back of her attacker’s shoulders. Already low, Raker went down on one knee after the first shot, so she grabbed the middle rope in both hands to keep the other wrestler from escaping. “Bet I’ll still be throwing shoulders long after your arms are draped over the top rope.” she huffed.
“Wanna beNNNNGGGHHH!”
Deschain’s retort ended in a breathy groan as Rachel resumed her Shoulderblocks without waiting for a full answer. Her butt wedged up on the second turnbuckle, Sydney gamely rained forearms down on Raker’s shoulders and upper back, unfortunately the blows to her midsection took their toll and she was most definitely flagging by the time Carpenter came in and patted Rachel’s ribs. “Time‘s up, Rach. Get it out of the corner, ok?”
Raker paused after her last delivery, then slowly straightened up and raised her hands to shoulder level. She took three steps back, just enough for Deschain to lower her guard. That’s when Rachel lunged back in and thrust her hands under the Mangler’s armpits. Grinning ferociously as Sydney’s eyes went wide, Raker trapped her foe’s biceps in the crook of her elbows and laced both hands snug across Deschain’s chin. “Like I told you earlier,” Rachel huffed as she dragged the protesting grappler away from the safety of the ropes and into the deep water of center ring, “the hard time is just beginning.” Inverted Full Nelson secured, she puuuuuuuushed forward on Syd’s chin which in turn cranked her neck at an unhealthy angle.
Sydney’d been on the receiving end of 25 to Life more than once back in the WOLF’s Den so she didn’t exactly panic, however she sure as hell didn’t waste any time bracing her feet far apart in hopes of preventing the Backbreaker that finished the hold.
Rachel snorted irritation, but didn’t bother to strike at her opponent’s tummy or legs. She only jostled the Inverted Full Nelson and kept right on pushing, knowing it’d wear the brunette to her knees sooner than later. Deschain knew it too and decided it was time to shift from defense to offense. Forcing herself as close to the redhead as possible, Syd slooooooooowly flexed her arms until both hands were in reach of Raker’s hair. The first couple swipes amounted to nothing, as Rachel had dealt with this particular reaction on numerous occasions and knew how to keep out of reach, even if by a matter of inches. Undeterred, the Marvel choked down a groan and carefully shifted her left leg around to plant that foot behind Raker’s right heel. Then she pulled her foot forward, attempting to knock her rival off balance with a slow speed sweep. Rachel frowned, shifted her other foot to compensate and bore down on Deschain’s chin all the harder. “Not gonna work, Sydney.” she said. “The first loss on this tour is the only one that matters and I mean to be the one who delivers GGRRRHHHHHH! Let go of my hair! Now!”
Syd only curled her fingers a little tighter and jerked Rachel’s neck to give her a better taste of the strain. Aware that there was only a short time between now and when Carpenter would start a count on the hair pull, Sydney slid her left foot back a little farther, forcing the Fixer’s base to adjust as well. Angry, Rachel clamped down on opposing chin and moved her free foot forward to compensate for “NNNGGHHH!” Sydney pulled Rachel’s head in and jabbed her own forward, all the better to THUNK her between the eyes.
Another of those miniaturized, skull-powered battering rams freed the Mangler from Raker’s hands, so of course the first thing she did was wrap her hands around the former lawyer’s neck. To be clear, this wasn’t a chokehold, as Deschain’s thumbs were a couple inches below the hollow of her opponent’s throat. Of course that distinction wasn’t much comfort to Rachel when Sydney sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to toss her up, over and down onto her back with an impressive twist on the Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD GOOZLE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju7baA6v_dU
Raker hit with a booming THWHUD and sat up immediately, her arms stretched wide until she regained control and could press both hands to the small of her back. Syd saw the redhead’s distress and wanted to capitalize, yet she hung back with one hand on her neck and the other on her jaw. Rising only when the worst of the twinges faded, Deschain strode over to the recovering redhead and caught her right arm in a Half Nelson just as she was starting to rise. Eyes wide with alarm, Rachel thrust her ass into Deschain’s midsection in the hopes of pulling loose, alas Sydney soaked up the punishment and quickly looped her left arm around the Fixer’s waist. Knees dipped and set, Sydney fired off a second bridge, much harder than the one proceeding it. Rachel was torn from her moorings, flipped over in mid-air and THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly, the latest in a long line of FAWN beauties to have their world rocked by the Mangler’s Half Nelson Suplex.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dEizJ7HuRY
Syd didn’t even try for a cover, she had high pressure on her mind after that time spent in the Inverted Nelson. Crouched by her prone foe’s noggin, Sydney shoveled her onto her back, grabbed a handful of hair and dropped to her tush. “Lets see how you deal with some close confines, sweetheart.” Jerking Rachel’s head up a little, Sydney spread her legs and slid forward until the back of Raker’s neck was nocked against her crotch. Then she crossed her ankles and started to squeeze in a painfully simple Headscissors. Rachel moaned and pounded at her thighs, but Sydney ignored it. “Tap out whenever you’re ready, Rachel. We’ve got all night.” She braced her palms against the mat and lifted her butt off the mat, adding even more leverage to the Scissors.
Hating the feel of blood pounding in her temples, Raker stopped swatting and started clawing, her nails leaving angry pink welts on the Mangler’s otherwise pristine gams.
“You want catty? You know I can do catty.” Sydney bounced her heels up n’ down, sending them into her opponent’s crotch with subtle but unpleasant force.
Rachel exhaled sharply through her nose, her only sign of distress from what Carpenter knew was one of the top five (if not top three) Headscissors in professional wrestling today. Keeping a respectful distance, he sank to one knee and asked, “You hanging in there, Rachel? If you need me to call for the bell just say so.”
Since shaking her head was out of the question she pulled her near hand from clawing duty and waggled it in the official’s direction. Deschain acknowledged the refusal without comment of the verbal variety, she did however uncross and re-cross her ankles, the simple act of which seemed to increase Raker’s discomfort by several degrees. Grudgingly aware that her claws couldn’t force a release before the Scissors rendered her pliable sludge, Rachel treated the constricting stems to a final raaaaaaaaake before pressing her palms into the sides of Deschain’s knees. Fingers crooked, she slipped them under the stretchy material and clamped down tight, not for access to bare skin but for leverage she wouldn’t have otherwise.
Up above, Sydney noted the slight twist to the redhead’s hips and deduced the plan. “That’s a good idea, Rache.” she said. “Go ahead and give it a shot, I won’t try to stop you…” the brunette paused and Raker knew she was smiling without having to look. “Of course I’m not going to make it easy on you either.” The Marvel pushed onto her hands again and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZED until every muscle in her legs was etched in shadowy relief beneath the overhead lights.
Rachel let out a toneless gasp of pain as the pounding in her temples transformed into a runaway jackhammer. Choking her hurt off behind clenched teeth, the Fixer started to rock from right to left. At first it looked like little more than a wriggling of glutes and gam, but it wasn’t long before she was turning farther and farther to each side and then finally she torqued her hips from left to right and both ladies went rolling onto their stomachs. Now the Scissors was still in place and having the crown of her skull pressed against the mat at an unpleasant angle did nothing for her mood, yet Raker didn’t mind in the slightest because she had both hands and both knees braced flush against the mat.
Trapped in what was essentially a straddle of Deschain’s upper legs, Rachel ‘smecked’ both hands against the Mangler’s full backside and pushed down while simultaneously squeezing until her knuckles showed white. Syd hissed, bore down on the Headscissors again and got a rough squeeze for her troubles. Torn between trying to roll Raker back the way she’d came or disengaging from the hold entirely, Deschain paid the price for her indecisiveness when Rachel dug deep and wrenched her head free with a sweaty ‘PWOP!’
Slamming her knees in against Sydney’s thighs the instant she was free, the redhead planted her right hand against the small of her foe’s back to make doubly certain she couldn’t escape. “You want catty, Sydney?” she asked between gulps of air. “I could pull these up over your head right now.” she patted the Mangler’s squirming buns for emphasis. “But why pull when I can pummel?”
No time was given to ruminate on an answer, Raker just pulled her left hand back behind her ear and THWHUMPED a big punch down into the other woman’s cheeks. Sydney moaned, dug her elbows into the canvas and tried crawling for the ropes. Rachel felt her start to slide from underneath despite her snug perch, so she reached forward and snatched the bottom edge of Deschain’s tankini. “Not done with you yet, sweetcheeks. This has been a long time coming.” And indeed the beating that followed seemed to go on forever as Raker pounded away on that vaunted butt like a mad washerwoman extracting vengeance on a particularly odious rug with the world’s nastiest mattenklopper.
In truth it lasted less than ten seconds, but that was more than enough time for Syd to wail and writhe and cover her head in both hands. Coming to understand that Raker might very well be satisfied by ass punching her way to victory, Deschain wriggled over onto her right hip and reached back with her left hand in the hopes of stopping Rachel’s assault. Give the brunette credit, she successfully thwarted two shots before the Crimson Counsel snatched hold of her encroaching wrist in both hands. Getting to her feet in an flash, Raker stretched Sydney’s captured arm out full length and stepped over with her right leg.
If Syd was dazed from the backside bludgeoning you never would’ve known it by the way she exploded into a veritable frenzy of movement the very instant Rachel had a leg on either side of her arm. Fighting frantically to stay balanced on her right hip and shoulder even as she inched her way toward the ropes, Deschain was within eight inches of freedom when Rachel pushed out of her half squat and scuffed a mean little kick into her rival’s jaw. Syd rocked a little bit closer to the ropes but then Raker jerked on her wrist and the brunette went down flat on her tummy.
REVERSE ARMBAR @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqKvbLf8bT8
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHDDAMMMIT!” Deschain shrieked in absolute agony as Rachel sat most of her hundred and thirty so pounds between the Marvel’s shoulders while craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking her left arm up and back at an ungodly angle.
Carpenter dove in beside the action (while making damned sure not to interfere with the brunette’s path to the ropes) the instant Syd tore the air with her scream. He usually wasn’t so quick to check, especially not when the woman in question was Sydney Deschain, but he assumed (and correctly so) that any hold that could make the Mangler wail like that would have any other wrestling tapping in seconds. “What do you say, Syd? If you need an out just say the word and you’re out!”
Sydney shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuuuhhh… not yet, Al.”
Above her, Rachel waggled her buns a bit and jostled the brunette’s wrist a little harder. “Not yet, huh?” she asked. “How about now?”
Sydney POUNDED a fist against the mat, an expression of pure pain and frustration. The ropes were so close, she knew they were hers for the taking if she could just slide but she couldn’t make her body do more than shudder and twitch. The hurt was sending tendrils up into her neck and down her spine when a goodly number of FAWNatics started to chant ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ Of course a similar number countered with ‘TAP!’ rose to meet it but the second round was even louder and Syd funneled their energy into herself, first as a slight twitching, then a steady pounding of her left heel against the canvas.
Hearing the beat. Raker looked over her shoulder to ask, “Is that a ta-shyt.”
Syd swung her left leg forward and managed to drape her ankle over the bottom strand. “Ropes.” she croaked. “Get off my f*cking arm, Rachel. I’m in the ropeSWHAAAMMMPPPHHHH!”
Rachel stood up and promptly used her Wristlock to roll Deschain onto her back. Yes, it put her even closer to the ropes, however that was a sacrifice Raker was willing to make. Soon as Syd was flat the redhead twisted into place above her head and dropped to her knees in a deep, heavy squat atop the Mangler’s face.
All memories of freedom were blotted out by Rachel’s butt and Sydney’s heels beat madly against the mat while her rival bumped n’ ground and kept that injured wing pressed tight to her prey’s chest. “Cracking already, Deschain?” Rachel asked with a satisfied little smile. “I thought you’d be able to take more than most, but some girls just can’t survive in the Ho--”
Sydney’s mat sense reasserted itself and she grabbed hold of the bottom rope in a death grip. “FAAHHGKEN GEDHOFF!” she roared from somewhere beneath the Fixer.
Rachel just waggled her hips a little harder and smiled at the referee. “Count slow, won’t you Al?”
Carpenter tolled at his usual pace, which struck Rachel as far too quick and Sydney as excruciatingly slow. Gasping with relief when Raker finally abdicated her throne, Deschain slid / dragged herself that much closer to the bottom rope, but didn’t retreat all the way to the floor. Rather she forced herself to keep an eye on the redhead while she took several deep breaths and massaged the very worst of the kinks from her left arm.
Raker didn’t press the issue, a reprieve was a reprieve, even if it was shared. Eventually Al asked the brunette to stand and she did without comment, though Rachel noted she kept her back pressed to the strands. “Arm’s looking a little gimpy, Syd.” the Fixer said with a smile. “Sure you can continue?”
The Marvel raised crooked hands and sank into a slight, albeit tense crouch. “Gonna take more than a twinge to stop me, Raker.”
“How about a full dislocation then?”
The threat was barely out of Rachel’s mouth when she stormed into the breach with her eyes locked on Sydney’s wounded arm. A simple shift protected Deschain’s wing just fine, unfortunately it left her midsection open to a stiff blast from the Associate’s thigh, which had been the plan all along. Syd folded up around Raker’s sturdy gam, then straightened up twice as fast when Rachel sank a two-handed Claw deep into the meat between her neck and left shoulder. Suddenly all available resources were devoted to keeping her knees from buckling, thus it was understandable that she couldn’t stop the redhead from trudging her out into the wasteland of center ring.
Torn between maintaining the Shoulder Claw in hopes of earning a surrender later on or trying to put an end to things right now, Raker poured on the hurt for five more seconds and when Sydney yowled but didn’t give, she used the talon to jerk the other woman back to her feet. Rachel let loose the moment Deschain was even sort of vertical and snaked her right arm between opposing thighs. Her left hand cupped Syd’s left shoulder for less than a second, just a little bracing to keep the Mangler from slipping free when Raker hoisted her up onto her right shoulder. Baring her teeth when a group of her longtime fans roared ‘SMILE TIME!’ the Crimson Counsel gripped the back of Sydney’s neck with her left hand, then slung Deschain off her perch at a sharp angle and sat out full force. The brunette’s head ended up under Rachel’s left arm in what was practically an Inverted Facelock, not that it mattered too much because she THAWHAMMED into the canvas less than a heartbeat later. Brought low by the Switchblade Smile, Sydney groaned in the back of her throat as Rachel cradled the far leg for…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney twitched her good shoulder off the mat, a minimal expenditure of energy that gave her at least another three seconds of ring time. Drawing in a deep breath, Raker ran a hand through her hair as she looked over her vulnerable adversary. “Should’ve tapped out to the Armbar. Or stayed down just then. I did everything I could to make sure you’d be able to wrestle next month. But you keep getting up, which means I have to put you down so hard you can’t get up. Not without a medic, anyway.”
Quick to act once her mind was made up, Raker affixed one hand to Syd’s hair and the other to that wounded shoulder just to make sure there was absolutely no hassle in hauling her upright. From there it was a grinding Side Headlock that took the brunette over to the nearest corner. “Try to clinch up if you want.” Rachel muttered as she stuffed Deschain against the buckles. “It won’t stop me, but it might keep you upright for a little while longNNNGGGHH!”
Sydney twisted her hips and PWAAAKED a heavy Forearm Smash across the redhead’s tits. Bad arm held tight against her torso, Syd huffed, “Why don’t we trade shots instead, sweetie? If your top can take it, that OOOFFFHHH!”
Rachel pounded her rack with three pneumatic overhand Forearm Smashes, then stuffed the crown of her skull against Deschain’s sternum, all the better to keep her head protected as she chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-CHUPPED! a blistering series of left and right hooks into the veteran’s rapidly softening midsection. Sydney did indeed try to clench, she even threw a few passable punches to Raker’s ribs, but the Fixer was in full-on ‘riot in the yard’ mode now and she showed no signs of letting up until Carpenter came over and called, “Enough of that, red. Lets take it out of the corner, ok?”
“Just a second, boss.” Raker ground her head in a little harder and landed half a dozen more blasts, each of them honed in on her rival’s navel. She *could’ve* landed another good string before the zebra hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, but that would’ve made him far more likely to pull her away before she could deliver the coup de grace. As it was she stopped slinging hands at ‘TWO!’ and stuffed a shoulder deep into Deschain’s tummy. Muscling Sydney into a seat on the top was a little tougher than expected, what with the brunette practically dead weight at the moment, Rachel however was tenacious and once the deed was done she twisted around to put her back to the Marvel. Sparing Al a look that said ‘Don’t test me right now’, Raker reached over and back to grab Deschain’s biceps just below her shoulders. Then she pushed up and tromped forward to hoist her burden into the oh so ominous Face-first Crucifix. Whistleblower at the ready, Rachel broke into a staggering run and… cursed violently when the Mangler bucked loose and landed a few steps off her six.
Not trusting her left arm for much of anything at the moment, Sydney raised her hands nonetheless, meaning that Rachel saw lock-up coming when she spun around to get her. That was more than enough to make the Associate commit to a lunge of own and when she did Syd swung around on her left foot and THWHACKED a Roundhouse off the side of her skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XaNom8l7vI
She’d hoped the strike would knock Raker away in a half circle so of course the gobsmacked redhead practically fell into the Marvel’s arms. Cringing as she fought to carry her foe’s weight, Sydney let herself backpedal toward the corner while she hooked her aching left arm around the back of Raker’s neck. Planting her feet when there was only a few feet between herself and the buckles, Deschain reached down with her right hand and cradled the back of Rachel’s left thigh. Hooks set, she crouched low and popped her hips to fling the Fixer up, over and into the top and middle turnbuckle. There was a loud BWUUUNG followed by a much less harmonious THWHUMP as Raker landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders.
TURNBUCKLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DInEuSezIU8
The force Sydney put behind the Exploder should’ve kept Rachel looking at the lights for at least a few seconds, so you can imagine the veteran’s disgust when Raker somersaulted to her knees and pushed off shortly thereafter. Intercepting the woozy redhead with a Waistlock before she could turn around, Sydney plowed her into the corner as hard as she could, Raker’s chest flattened painfully by the roughly-padded steel ring. Still holding on tight, Deschain reversed out of the buckles then dipped her knees and hurled Rachel over and back courtesy of a Release German Suplex. Raker tumbled onto her belly before slopping onto her back in a limp, glassy-eyed puddle of hurt.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ukeqt44ANg
Syd wasn’t feeling much better at the moment, although she’d at least made it to a slumped seat. Right hand clutching her left shoulder, the Marvel rolled to one knee and flipped the hair off her face all without taking her eyes off the flattened Associate. “Go ahead and check her, Al.” she told the official. “Think I might’ve thrown her into a stup--”
Rachel rolled onto her belly and pushed to all fours before Sydney could finish her request. “Should’ve known it’d take more than a simple concussion to stop you.”
Deschain grunted after she was back on her feet. “Nothing short of a night in the infirmary was ever enough to keep you down.” Perhaps not ready to take it that far in spite of her words, Syd snagged the redhead’s noggin in a Front Facelock, then reached down with her free hand and slipped it between opposing thighs. Cupping a handful of Associate buttocks, the brunette dipped her knees and arched backward in a gorgeous, lightning fast bridge that dumped Raker flat on her back. Already up on tiptoe by the time Carpenter swooped in to count, Sydney pushed herself that much higher in hopes of earning the…
BLIND HORIZON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkHYHivX2PY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Rachel SMACKED her brunette’s tummy to end the bridge and the count at the same time. Syd sat up, sighed and raked a hand through her hair. “So you want to go out on your shield. Can’t say as I blame you.” She rolled over onto one knee, worked both hands into the Fixer’s hair and muscled her onto her knees. A Standing Headscissors seemed inevitable which made it all the more surprising when Rachel surged to full verticality and THWHOCKED the Marvel across the jaw with that wicked left hand of hers!
Stomping in fencepost holes that weren’t there a moment ago, Deschain reeled toward the ropes only to have Raker snag hold of her tankini top and pull her in to a second heavy handed blast! With the brunette properly staggered, Rachel leaned to the right and wrapped her arms around opposing waist in a Gut-Wrench. Strong as ever despite the hellacious Suplex rag-dolling she’d recently endured, the redhead set her feet wide and ‘hupped’ Deschain up across her shoulders, not in a Fireman’s Carry but rather a sort of off-kilter Torture Rack, one that saw the back of her head snugged in against the small of Syd’s back. Trussed up at chin and ankles, Deschain could only wriggle, then brace for impact when Raker set off across the squared circle at a dead run. Halfway across she hopped up and laid out on her back to THAWHAM the Mangler down on her face, chest and belly. Victimized by the Inside Job, Sydney popped up and flopped over into a woozy starfish, a position she occupied without comment until the Crimson Counsel hooked her far leg for…
INSIDE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oD7FjAtJ29Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain fought clear with half a second to spare, leaving the redhead to pound a fist against the canvas.
Over her frustration just like that, Rachel pumped a few punches into Sydney’s belly, then palmed her shoulders and pressed down to make sure they were good and flat. “Been wanting to beat you like this for a long time, Sydney.” she sidled around above the brunette’s head, slid forward and took a seat upon her face, thus sentencing the Marvel to Solitary Confinement in front of several thousand people. Syd squirmed violently, forcing the redhead to snatch her wrists in both hands and force them down into the pit of her stomach. As an extra precaution she wedged the soles of her boots in against the sides of her prey’s head to snug her in that much closer. That meant Deschain’s shoulders were just far enough off the mat to prevent her from being counted down, but that didn’t matter to Rachel Raker in the slightest. She’d ended too many of her battles against this woman blacked out beneath her ass, tonight she finally got her revenge.
“Give it up, Sydney!” Rachel demanded even as she bounced and jostled her hips atop opposing nose. “Don’t make me take you out for a joyride with Portia’s wheels!”
Deschain’s ears were perhaps the only part of her head not engulfed by the Fixer’s ass, so she heard the threat loud and clear. Desperate to keep her undercarriage safe, she stilled her twitching legs, then popped her hips and flicked her right leg back in a slashing kick that forced Rachel to pull back on her mount. A second and third did the same but on the fourth Raker let loose of her hands and snatched hold of the encroaching gam. Stuffing it under one armpit, the Associate reached out with her free hand and snagged Deschain’s kneepad. “Get up here.” she pulled it to her, drawing the brunette closer and closer to a proper hogtying. “It’s just about time for senteWHOAHNGHHH!”
Sydney braced her palms against the mat as soon as Raker discarded them. Now she pushed up and somersaulted backward to land squarely astride Rachel’s chest. Bundling the surprised battler’s legs in a Matchbook of her own, Sydney wedged her boots against Rachel’s head, meaning she was looking straight up when the brunette slid back and blotted her out beneath her backside. Rachel offered up a muffled shriek, one that sent a most pleasant tingle up her rival’s spine. “Give it up, Rachel.” Syd demanded while working to maintain control of the Matchbook. “Just tap out and I’ll get up!”
Raker couldn’t, her pride would simply not allow another loss to the Marvel, especially when she’d been grinding to victory less than thirty seconds ago. So she crooked her hands into claws and sank them in just above the curve of Sydney’s hips in a desperate bid to rid herself of the galling smother.
Hissing through the Kidney Claw, Deschain awkwardly shifted Rachel’s right leg to under her left arm. This left her right arm free and she wasted no time grabbing a fistful of Rachel’s battle-sweaty hair. “It can get worse, Rachel!” she threatened. “Let go of this claw and tap out right now or it willLLEERRGGGGHHH!”
Raker relinquished one of the talons but only to snatch Syd’s waistband and elevate it by a good six inches.
Anger boiling over, Deschain yaaaaaaaaaaanked on Rachel’s hair as hard as she could. “One more warning, Raker!” Sydney sneered. “Tap out or cry! Only options left, bytch.”
“FAAAGGHHHHH HUUUUUUAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!”
The Fixer’s latest roar of defiance blossomed into a wail of agony when Deschain tossed one leg aside and wedged her hair pullin’ hand between the redhead’s thighs. It wasn’t technically the Portia 9-11 because Baby never hooked a leg during her rides, but it was more than close enough for Rachel and everyone else in the arena to get the point. Shuddering with disgust and hurt, Raker forgot all about her hold on Syd’s sides and rushed to intercept the spade in her crotch. No such luck, though she was able to grab the Mangler’s wrist time and again, Deschain would promptly send another pulse through her hijacked ride.
Occasionally breaking her grip to swat or claw at the other woman’s upturned thigh, the brunette always returned to the groin grip sooner than later, even going so far as to pinch the outlines of her prey’s clearly limned womanhood when she was of the mind. Rachel’s grip slowly weakened until she was only slapping at her attacker’s talon. Even then she didn’t relent, if anything her junk-trashing rampage grew all the more fevered. Finally she moved her hand to Raker’s right leg and worked her fingers under the slick edge. “I can go under the trunks, Rachel. Is that what you want?”
Whimpering softly, the redhead tried to shake out a ‘no’ but couldn’t quite manage. “Nuuuuhhhh…..nooooooooooooo.” she moaned.
“Then tap out or I’ll really goose the throttle.”
Moving in slow motion, Raker reached down to the mat and tapped it once, twice, thrice.
Al saw it and called for the bell, which CLANGED a few short seconds later.
Not quite ready to get up yet, the Marvel smoothed out her rival’s one piece, then cupped both hands over Rachel’s crotch, a none too subtle claiming of victory in their career series. She was still emphasizing the point when the Announcer cried, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Syd patted Rachel’s togs one more time, then stood up and planted a foot on either side of the felled Associate. “Running out of time, ladies.” she told the camera when it pulled in close to get a shot of her victory pose. “If you’re looking to hang an ‘L’ on this would-be cougar you better do it sooner than later. Just remember, my claws are still more than sharp enough to get the job done. If you don’t believe me, just ask Rachel.”
RACHEL RAKER:
She was halfway down the aisle when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing VanBuren & Associates, hailing from Willow Grove Connecticut, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the Fixer… RACHEL RAKER!”
Having cast her lot with the Trust Fund Terror, her response was an unforgiving barrage of jeers and catcalls. Barely registering their reaction one way or the other, Raker made her way to the squared circle with an unbreakable focus.
Reaching the ring, the hired gun took a lap around the narrow aisle, not to peruse the signs and placards waved by the FAWNatics (the grammar on most was merely passable at best and downright atrocious at worst) but to clear her mind for the battle ahead. And it would be a battle, of that there could be no question. Once the circuit was through she hurried up the steps and slipped between the ropes. The Crimson Counsel turned and climbed the corner to the middle ropes and raised a fist in recognition of those who recognized the value of a job well done, no matter for whom it was done. Hopping down shortly thereafter, she shared a word with referee Al Carpenter while he inspected her wrists, elbows and knees.
Carpenter had stepped cleared the Fixer for battle when the Announcer cleared his throat. “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 sold out crowd 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 turned her attention to the camera that’d glided up beside her. “No Portia, no Alexis and no Kylie. And yet I can still smell them. Smells like cowardice, shame and desperation.” Nostrils still flaring, the Technical Marvel started down the ramp.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first PPV battle against WOLF‘s only World Champion, the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As with last month she wore her newest and presumably last offering from the FAWN merchandise stand, a dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain never let her eyes leave Rachel as she closed the distance. She kept her other senses devoted to seeking out even the slightest indication of an Associate trap and yet none appeared. It seemed as if Raker had come to this fight alone, though she’d never take such a gift for granted until the match was over and inscribed in the record books. Still, a true one on one showdown with Rachel Raker was something to be savored and so she took her time in climbing the steps to the apron.
Once in the ring she strode to the center posted up directly in front of the redhead. Chancing a cheap shot to test Raker’s resolve, Sydney grabbed the bottom edge of her tank-top and peeled it up to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to Al, Syd cocked her head to see if Rachel would strike before the bell but the Fixer stayed right where she was. Satisfied for the moment, Deschain backed into the opposite corner and waited for the ref’s final inspection.
Though Rachel had been one of her defining opponents during the reign of WOLF, Sydney only crossed swords with her twice in FAWN, both battles coming during the Marvel’s campaign to leave Portia VanBuren a smoldering ruin. Said campaign had indeed put Portia to ground for several months afterward, but she’d split the series with Raker and Deschain occasionally mulled a rubber match despite her intense dislike for the redhead’s employer. So she hadn’t balked when Rachel’s name showed up on the July contract, nor did she hesitate to come forward when Raker did the same at the sound of the bell.
More conflicted about the battle ahead than her icy exterior ever let on, the Fixer approached with fists poised to strike, thought it about it for a moment, then lowered her guard. When Deschain didn’t immediately go on the attack, Raker said, “I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me. But what I do like is being in this ring or any other with a wrestler who challenges me on every possible level. That’s you, Deschain. Right here, right now I’m promising you that tonight is strictly about you and me. I told Portia, Kylie and Alexis that if they set foot through that curtain before the closing bell that I’ll leave the firm immediately. No asterisks this time, Syd. The record books will show you and I fought three times under the FAWN banner. And that I emerged from that series two victories to one. If you’re ready for that, bring it on.” Raker extended her hand and though the FAWNatics warned against it, Sydney returned it after only a moment.
“You have shytty taste in friends and employers, Rachel.” the brunette said over their clasped hands. “But I’m glad to see you across the ring from me one more time. Even if it does mean stacking you shoulders down, ass up.” The Marvel broke away and settled into a loose crouch, leaving Raker to resume her boxing stance.
“I’ve never been much for stacking.” the redhead admitted. “Stretching you out flat though, that’s sounding real good.”
Sydney twitched her fingers. “Come and get it then, suit.”
Rachel did, her prison yard-trained hands cutting the air with nasty little ‘whicking’ sounds that were quickly obscured by the PWAK of those fists striking the brunette’s guard. Always quick to shift tactics when the current didn’t produce results, Raker cupped one hand against the nape of Syd’s neck to keep her close while the other traveled south and in for half a dozen stabbing hooks to the ribs. Syd grunted, broke her guard apart and wrapped both arms around the redhead’s waist. She squeezed hard but not to Hug or even power a Suplex, she merely sought to disrupt Raker’s rhythm. In that she succeeded quite nicely, as Rachel gasped and reached for the hands knotted against the small of her back. Her situation grew considerably more tricky when Deschain shifted onto her right foot and THUMPED her left knee into the meat of the other woman’s right thigh. She repeated the blow as soon as her foot touched down, then kept it in place and gouged her right knee into Rachel’s left thigh. It was a classic Clench Fight tactic and Deschain did it better than most, but the redhead was no slouch either and she coiled her arms around Syd’s biceps. As a counter Bear Hug it wasn’t much, it did however keep the Mangler glued to her chest and tummy, which was all Rachel needed.
Waiting until Deschain landed her last Kneelift, Raker pulled her foe in even closer and countered with three lighting-fast Kneelifts of her own. Whereas the brunette had gone for thigh, Rachel angled hers a bit more to strike at opposing buttock. While the resultant jostle and stamp always got a cheer from the crowd, there was more to Raker’s strategy that titillation or embarrassment. If she could pound those glutes enough Syd’s legs would practically freeze up and without those the Marvel was no threat at all. Of course Deschain recognized the strategy herself and made Rachel pay for it with a few shots to opposing booty as well. Rachel grunted in pain, answered with a second salvo, then twined her right leg around Sydney’s left, effectively keeping both ladies from using their knees.
Now it really was more of a Bear Hug showdown and since hers was on the outside, she gave it up and pulled her arms back. The Marvel knew Raker wouldn’t just disengage without a plan, so she leaned in close and twisted her head to one side so she could brace it against Rachel’s chest. Doing so kept the Bear Hug snug and made it much more difficult for the Fixer to get under her arms, or turn her face into a Front Sleeper for that matter. Rachel grimaced, curled an arm around the back of Syd’s skull and squeezed hard, but with the brunette’s cheek to her sternum it wasn’t gonna do much damage. Hoping that Deschain had committed to crushing her, Raker untangled their legs and went back to work on the brunette’s left thigh and buttock. Sydney grunted, adjusted a little and spiked Rachel’s right thigh in between squeezes.
Tired of the stalemate, Raker braced the heel of one hand against Sydney’s forehead, thus doing her best to make sure she couldn’t turn away when Rachel THWHUMPED a truncated Forearm Smash against the base of her neck. Sydney grunted, poured even more pressure into the Hug and added Kneelifts for good measure. But Raker would not be deterred and eventually Deschain was forced to shake her head loose from what had once been a fortified position. Sensing an opening, Rachel snaked her arms around the brunette’s head and tugged her forward and down into the underappreciated but by no means lacking swell of her décolletage.
“No need to rush off, Syd.” Rachel huffed as she felt the first of the brunette’s grunts on her breasts. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a nice talk.”
Right arm cinched around the nape of Deschain’s neck to cup her own left bicep, Rachel’s left hand palmed the back of Sydney’s noggin and pulled her in that much deeper. Concentrating on shortening her respiration (not to mention twisting her nose away from the pressure of opposing sternum) Syd drew the Bear Hug that much tighter and felt Rachel gasp as a result, but as long as she was suckling jugg Raker was going to win the oxygen deficit. With that in mind she dipped her knees a bit, doing it abruptly so it felt / looked more like a sag. Rachel dipped to pull her up and that’s when the Mangler straightened and lifted, hoisting the surprised battler off her feet! It wasn’t far, barely even six inches. but with Rachel denied her vertical base it meant Deschain could stamp forward without any leggy interference.
Raker cursed, tugged the Front Sleeper back n’ forth, then raised her legs and slipped them around Sydney’s waist. The Scissors stole a little more breath and Rachel’s toes scraped the canvas, prompting a smile from the redhead. Then Deschain put on strong burst that sent them both stagger-stamping into the ropes. Sydney released the Bear Hug just long enough to grab hold of the middle rope. Then she pulled Rachel tighter than ever and huffed, “BREAGH!”
Rachel pulled her right foot up and hooked it over the bottom strand and made a point of drawing Carpenter’s attention to it. Nodding when Rachel caught his eye, Al moved in and patted both women on the shoulder. “Ropes, ladies. I want a clean break from both of you, ok?”
Neither said anything, but Sydney unclasped her hands and Rachel broke her coils. Two sets of arms came up slowly and stayed that way as Sydney backed off by half a dozen paces or so. Regarding one another warily as their respiration returned to normal, Deschain and Raker waited a good ten seconds to resume their circle. “Hope those first few minutes in lock-up didn’t take too much out of you, Syd.” Raker said with a smirk. “The real hard time is still to come. Might even find yourself in Solitary Confinement if you piss me off.”
“You haven’t built a prison that can hold me, Rachel.” Deschain chided. “But I’m not here for a jailbreak. I’m gonna start a full fledged riot.”
The Associates Crimson Counsel only smirked. “Thankfully I’ve got the perfect move to deal with such an outbreak.”
Sydney answered by coming off the ropes to sweep her rival into a Collar & Elbow just shy of center ring. Quite familiar with the other’s strengths and weaknesses despite the two year gap since their last meeting, brunette and redhead took turns pushing her foe around in awkward little circles. This brawny stalemate continued until Raker wedged one hand under Sydney’s chin and pushed back, forcing her neck to bend at an awkward angle. It wasn’t an illegal hold but it gave Raker unqualified control over the clench and she quickly marched the Marvel into the nearest corner.
Al didn’t get a chance to ask for the clean break this time, as Rachel immediately pounded a Kneelift into Deschain’s midsection. Sydney ‘oofffhhed’ and started to lean forward only to have Raker stuff her back with another commanding palm. Then Rachel lowered her head and wedged the crown against the brunette’s chest, meaning she had very little in the way of maneuvering room when the Fixer raised her fists to hip-level and unleashed a punishing lather of left and right hands. Snarling as her flanks were lathered with knuckles, Sydney didn’t bother to hook a foot over the ropes or even try to get the ref’s attention. Instead she twined her fingers in Raker’s coppery locks and pulled hard. Rachel hissed, stopped punching and braced her hands flat against that welted tummy.
“Hair, Carpenter! Get her out of my hair!”
“You can have your hair back when you drop your hands and back the hell uPHUUUFFFFHHHH!”
Rachel chose to sacrifice a few locks of hair in favor of rearing back and diving forward, her right shoulder THWHUMPING deep into the pit of Sydney’s stomach. The gut-churning shot proved quite effective in making Syd release her hair-hold but it also motivated the brunette to crook her left arm in a ‘V’ and THWHAP it down across the back of her attacker’s shoulders. Already low, Raker went down on one knee after the first shot, so she grabbed the middle rope in both hands to keep the other wrestler from escaping. “Bet I’ll still be throwing shoulders long after your arms are draped over the top rope.” she huffed.
“Wanna beNNNNGGGHHH!”
Deschain’s retort ended in a breathy groan as Rachel resumed her Shoulderblocks without waiting for a full answer. Her butt wedged up on the second turnbuckle, Sydney gamely rained forearms down on Raker’s shoulders and upper back, unfortunately the blows to her midsection took their toll and she was most definitely flagging by the time Carpenter came in and patted Rachel’s ribs. “Time‘s up, Rach. Get it out of the corner, ok?”
Raker paused after her last delivery, then slowly straightened up and raised her hands to shoulder level. She took three steps back, just enough for Deschain to lower her guard. That’s when Rachel lunged back in and thrust her hands under the Mangler’s armpits. Grinning ferociously as Sydney’s eyes went wide, Raker trapped her foe’s biceps in the crook of her elbows and laced both hands snug across Deschain’s chin. “Like I told you earlier,” Rachel huffed as she dragged the protesting grappler away from the safety of the ropes and into the deep water of center ring, “the hard time is just beginning.” Inverted Full Nelson secured, she puuuuuuuushed forward on Syd’s chin which in turn cranked her neck at an unhealthy angle.
Sydney’d been on the receiving end of 25 to Life more than once back in the WOLF’s Den so she didn’t exactly panic, however she sure as hell didn’t waste any time bracing her feet far apart in hopes of preventing the Backbreaker that finished the hold.
Rachel snorted irritation, but didn’t bother to strike at her opponent’s tummy or legs. She only jostled the Inverted Full Nelson and kept right on pushing, knowing it’d wear the brunette to her knees sooner than later. Deschain knew it too and decided it was time to shift from defense to offense. Forcing herself as close to the redhead as possible, Syd slooooooooowly flexed her arms until both hands were in reach of Raker’s hair. The first couple swipes amounted to nothing, as Rachel had dealt with this particular reaction on numerous occasions and knew how to keep out of reach, even if by a matter of inches. Undeterred, the Marvel choked down a groan and carefully shifted her left leg around to plant that foot behind Raker’s right heel. Then she pulled her foot forward, attempting to knock her rival off balance with a slow speed sweep. Rachel frowned, shifted her other foot to compensate and bore down on Deschain’s chin all the harder. “Not gonna work, Sydney.” she said. “The first loss on this tour is the only one that matters and I mean to be the one who delivers GGRRRHHHHHH! Let go of my hair! Now!”
Syd only curled her fingers a little tighter and jerked Rachel’s neck to give her a better taste of the strain. Aware that there was only a short time between now and when Carpenter would start a count on the hair pull, Sydney slid her left foot back a little farther, forcing the Fixer’s base to adjust as well. Angry, Rachel clamped down on opposing chin and moved her free foot forward to compensate for “NNNGGHHH!” Sydney pulled Rachel’s head in and jabbed her own forward, all the better to THUNK her between the eyes.
Another of those miniaturized, skull-powered battering rams freed the Mangler from Raker’s hands, so of course the first thing she did was wrap her hands around the former lawyer’s neck. To be clear, this wasn’t a chokehold, as Deschain’s thumbs were a couple inches below the hollow of her opponent’s throat. Of course that distinction wasn’t much comfort to Rachel when Sydney sank into a deep crouch and popped her hips to toss her up, over and down onto her back with an impressive twist on the Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
OVERHEAD GOOZLE-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ju7baA6v_dU
Raker hit with a booming THWHUD and sat up immediately, her arms stretched wide until she regained control and could press both hands to the small of her back. Syd saw the redhead’s distress and wanted to capitalize, yet she hung back with one hand on her neck and the other on her jaw. Rising only when the worst of the twinges faded, Deschain strode over to the recovering redhead and caught her right arm in a Half Nelson just as she was starting to rise. Eyes wide with alarm, Rachel thrust her ass into Deschain’s midsection in the hopes of pulling loose, alas Sydney soaked up the punishment and quickly looped her left arm around the Fixer’s waist. Knees dipped and set, Sydney fired off a second bridge, much harder than the one proceeding it. Rachel was torn from her moorings, flipped over in mid-air and THWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and belly, the latest in a long line of FAWN beauties to have their world rocked by the Mangler’s Half Nelson Suplex.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dEizJ7HuRY
Syd didn’t even try for a cover, she had high pressure on her mind after that time spent in the Inverted Nelson. Crouched by her prone foe’s noggin, Sydney shoveled her onto her back, grabbed a handful of hair and dropped to her tush. “Lets see how you deal with some close confines, sweetheart.” Jerking Rachel’s head up a little, Sydney spread her legs and slid forward until the back of Raker’s neck was nocked against her crotch. Then she crossed her ankles and started to squeeze in a painfully simple Headscissors. Rachel moaned and pounded at her thighs, but Sydney ignored it. “Tap out whenever you’re ready, Rachel. We’ve got all night.” She braced her palms against the mat and lifted her butt off the mat, adding even more leverage to the Scissors.
Hating the feel of blood pounding in her temples, Raker stopped swatting and started clawing, her nails leaving angry pink welts on the Mangler’s otherwise pristine gams.
“You want catty? You know I can do catty.” Sydney bounced her heels up n’ down, sending them into her opponent’s crotch with subtle but unpleasant force.
Rachel exhaled sharply through her nose, her only sign of distress from what Carpenter knew was one of the top five (if not top three) Headscissors in professional wrestling today. Keeping a respectful distance, he sank to one knee and asked, “You hanging in there, Rachel? If you need me to call for the bell just say so.”
Since shaking her head was out of the question she pulled her near hand from clawing duty and waggled it in the official’s direction. Deschain acknowledged the refusal without comment of the verbal variety, she did however uncross and re-cross her ankles, the simple act of which seemed to increase Raker’s discomfort by several degrees. Grudgingly aware that her claws couldn’t force a release before the Scissors rendered her pliable sludge, Rachel treated the constricting stems to a final raaaaaaaaake before pressing her palms into the sides of Deschain’s knees. Fingers crooked, she slipped them under the stretchy material and clamped down tight, not for access to bare skin but for leverage she wouldn’t have otherwise.
Up above, Sydney noted the slight twist to the redhead’s hips and deduced the plan. “That’s a good idea, Rache.” she said. “Go ahead and give it a shot, I won’t try to stop you…” the brunette paused and Raker knew she was smiling without having to look. “Of course I’m not going to make it easy on you either.” The Marvel pushed onto her hands again and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZED until every muscle in her legs was etched in shadowy relief beneath the overhead lights.
Rachel let out a toneless gasp of pain as the pounding in her temples transformed into a runaway jackhammer. Choking her hurt off behind clenched teeth, the Fixer started to rock from right to left. At first it looked like little more than a wriggling of glutes and gam, but it wasn’t long before she was turning farther and farther to each side and then finally she torqued her hips from left to right and both ladies went rolling onto their stomachs. Now the Scissors was still in place and having the crown of her skull pressed against the mat at an unpleasant angle did nothing for her mood, yet Raker didn’t mind in the slightest because she had both hands and both knees braced flush against the mat.
Trapped in what was essentially a straddle of Deschain’s upper legs, Rachel ‘smecked’ both hands against the Mangler’s full backside and pushed down while simultaneously squeezing until her knuckles showed white. Syd hissed, bore down on the Headscissors again and got a rough squeeze for her troubles. Torn between trying to roll Raker back the way she’d came or disengaging from the hold entirely, Deschain paid the price for her indecisiveness when Rachel dug deep and wrenched her head free with a sweaty ‘PWOP!’
Slamming her knees in against Sydney’s thighs the instant she was free, the redhead planted her right hand against the small of her foe’s back to make doubly certain she couldn’t escape. “You want catty, Sydney?” she asked between gulps of air. “I could pull these up over your head right now.” she patted the Mangler’s squirming buns for emphasis. “But why pull when I can pummel?”
No time was given to ruminate on an answer, Raker just pulled her left hand back behind her ear and THWHUMPED a big punch down into the other woman’s cheeks. Sydney moaned, dug her elbows into the canvas and tried crawling for the ropes. Rachel felt her start to slide from underneath despite her snug perch, so she reached forward and snatched the bottom edge of Deschain’s tankini. “Not done with you yet, sweetcheeks. This has been a long time coming.” And indeed the beating that followed seemed to go on forever as Raker pounded away on that vaunted butt like a mad washerwoman extracting vengeance on a particularly odious rug with the world’s nastiest mattenklopper.
In truth it lasted less than ten seconds, but that was more than enough time for Syd to wail and writhe and cover her head in both hands. Coming to understand that Raker might very well be satisfied by ass punching her way to victory, Deschain wriggled over onto her right hip and reached back with her left hand in the hopes of stopping Rachel’s assault. Give the brunette credit, she successfully thwarted two shots before the Crimson Counsel snatched hold of her encroaching wrist in both hands. Getting to her feet in an flash, Raker stretched Sydney’s captured arm out full length and stepped over with her right leg.
If Syd was dazed from the backside bludgeoning you never would’ve known it by the way she exploded into a veritable frenzy of movement the very instant Rachel had a leg on either side of her arm. Fighting frantically to stay balanced on her right hip and shoulder even as she inched her way toward the ropes, Deschain was within eight inches of freedom when Rachel pushed out of her half squat and scuffed a mean little kick into her rival’s jaw. Syd rocked a little bit closer to the ropes but then Raker jerked on her wrist and the brunette went down flat on her tummy.
REVERSE ARMBAR @ 00:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqKvbLf8bT8
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH GAAAAAHHDDAMMMIT!” Deschain shrieked in absolute agony as Rachel sat most of her hundred and thirty so pounds between the Marvel’s shoulders while craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanking her left arm up and back at an ungodly angle.
Carpenter dove in beside the action (while making damned sure not to interfere with the brunette’s path to the ropes) the instant Syd tore the air with her scream. He usually wasn’t so quick to check, especially not when the woman in question was Sydney Deschain, but he assumed (and correctly so) that any hold that could make the Mangler wail like that would have any other wrestling tapping in seconds. “What do you say, Syd? If you need an out just say the word and you’re out!”
Sydney shook her head ‘no’. “Nuuuuhhh… not yet, Al.”
Above her, Rachel waggled her buns a bit and jostled the brunette’s wrist a little harder. “Not yet, huh?” she asked. “How about now?”
Sydney POUNDED a fist against the mat, an expression of pure pain and frustration. The ropes were so close, she knew they were hers for the taking if she could just slide but she couldn’t make her body do more than shudder and twitch. The hurt was sending tendrils up into her neck and down her spine when a goodly number of FAWNatics started to chant ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ Of course a similar number countered with ‘TAP!’ rose to meet it but the second round was even louder and Syd funneled their energy into herself, first as a slight twitching, then a steady pounding of her left heel against the canvas.
Hearing the beat. Raker looked over her shoulder to ask, “Is that a ta-shyt.”
Syd swung her left leg forward and managed to drape her ankle over the bottom strand. “Ropes.” she croaked. “Get off my f*cking arm, Rachel. I’m in the ropeSWHAAAMMMPPPHHHH!”
Rachel stood up and promptly used her Wristlock to roll Deschain onto her back. Yes, it put her even closer to the ropes, however that was a sacrifice Raker was willing to make. Soon as Syd was flat the redhead twisted into place above her head and dropped to her knees in a deep, heavy squat atop the Mangler’s face.
All memories of freedom were blotted out by Rachel’s butt and Sydney’s heels beat madly against the mat while her rival bumped n’ ground and kept that injured wing pressed tight to her prey’s chest. “Cracking already, Deschain?” Rachel asked with a satisfied little smile. “I thought you’d be able to take more than most, but some girls just can’t survive in the Ho--”
Sydney’s mat sense reasserted itself and she grabbed hold of the bottom rope in a death grip. “FAAHHGKEN GEDHOFF!” she roared from somewhere beneath the Fixer.
Rachel just waggled her hips a little harder and smiled at the referee. “Count slow, won’t you Al?”
Carpenter tolled at his usual pace, which struck Rachel as far too quick and Sydney as excruciatingly slow. Gasping with relief when Raker finally abdicated her throne, Deschain slid / dragged herself that much closer to the bottom rope, but didn’t retreat all the way to the floor. Rather she forced herself to keep an eye on the redhead while she took several deep breaths and massaged the very worst of the kinks from her left arm.
Raker didn’t press the issue, a reprieve was a reprieve, even if it was shared. Eventually Al asked the brunette to stand and she did without comment, though Rachel noted she kept her back pressed to the strands. “Arm’s looking a little gimpy, Syd.” the Fixer said with a smile. “Sure you can continue?”
The Marvel raised crooked hands and sank into a slight, albeit tense crouch. “Gonna take more than a twinge to stop me, Raker.”
“How about a full dislocation then?”
The threat was barely out of Rachel’s mouth when she stormed into the breach with her eyes locked on Sydney’s wounded arm. A simple shift protected Deschain’s wing just fine, unfortunately it left her midsection open to a stiff blast from the Associate’s thigh, which had been the plan all along. Syd folded up around Raker’s sturdy gam, then straightened up twice as fast when Rachel sank a two-handed Claw deep into the meat between her neck and left shoulder. Suddenly all available resources were devoted to keeping her knees from buckling, thus it was understandable that she couldn’t stop the redhead from trudging her out into the wasteland of center ring.
Torn between maintaining the Shoulder Claw in hopes of earning a surrender later on or trying to put an end to things right now, Raker poured on the hurt for five more seconds and when Sydney yowled but didn’t give, she used the talon to jerk the other woman back to her feet. Rachel let loose the moment Deschain was even sort of vertical and snaked her right arm between opposing thighs. Her left hand cupped Syd’s left shoulder for less than a second, just a little bracing to keep the Mangler from slipping free when Raker hoisted her up onto her right shoulder. Baring her teeth when a group of her longtime fans roared ‘SMILE TIME!’ the Crimson Counsel gripped the back of Sydney’s neck with her left hand, then slung Deschain off her perch at a sharp angle and sat out full force. The brunette’s head ended up under Rachel’s left arm in what was practically an Inverted Facelock, not that it mattered too much because she THAWHAMMED into the canvas less than a heartbeat later. Brought low by the Switchblade Smile, Sydney groaned in the back of her throat as Rachel cradled the far leg for…
SWITCHBLADE SMILE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6CLDU8cH0E
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney twitched her good shoulder off the mat, a minimal expenditure of energy that gave her at least another three seconds of ring time. Drawing in a deep breath, Raker ran a hand through her hair as she looked over her vulnerable adversary. “Should’ve tapped out to the Armbar. Or stayed down just then. I did everything I could to make sure you’d be able to wrestle next month. But you keep getting up, which means I have to put you down so hard you can’t get up. Not without a medic, anyway.”
Quick to act once her mind was made up, Raker affixed one hand to Syd’s hair and the other to that wounded shoulder just to make sure there was absolutely no hassle in hauling her upright. From there it was a grinding Side Headlock that took the brunette over to the nearest corner. “Try to clinch up if you want.” Rachel muttered as she stuffed Deschain against the buckles. “It won’t stop me, but it might keep you upright for a little while longNNNGGGHH!”
Sydney twisted her hips and PWAAAKED a heavy Forearm Smash across the redhead’s tits. Bad arm held tight against her torso, Syd huffed, “Why don’t we trade shots instead, sweetie? If your top can take it, that OOOFFFHHH!”
Rachel pounded her rack with three pneumatic overhand Forearm Smashes, then stuffed the crown of her skull against Deschain’s sternum, all the better to keep her head protected as she chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-chup-CHUPPED! a blistering series of left and right hooks into the veteran’s rapidly softening midsection. Sydney did indeed try to clench, she even threw a few passable punches to Raker’s ribs, but the Fixer was in full-on ‘riot in the yard’ mode now and she showed no signs of letting up until Carpenter came over and called, “Enough of that, red. Lets take it out of the corner, ok?”
“Just a second, boss.” Raker ground her head in a little harder and landed half a dozen more blasts, each of them honed in on her rival’s navel. She *could’ve* landed another good string before the zebra hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, but that would’ve made him far more likely to pull her away before she could deliver the coup de grace. As it was she stopped slinging hands at ‘TWO!’ and stuffed a shoulder deep into Deschain’s tummy. Muscling Sydney into a seat on the top was a little tougher than expected, what with the brunette practically dead weight at the moment, Rachel however was tenacious and once the deed was done she twisted around to put her back to the Marvel. Sparing Al a look that said ‘Don’t test me right now’, Raker reached over and back to grab Deschain’s biceps just below her shoulders. Then she pushed up and tromped forward to hoist her burden into the oh so ominous Face-first Crucifix. Whistleblower at the ready, Rachel broke into a staggering run and… cursed violently when the Mangler bucked loose and landed a few steps off her six.
Not trusting her left arm for much of anything at the moment, Sydney raised her hands nonetheless, meaning that Rachel saw lock-up coming when she spun around to get her. That was more than enough to make the Associate commit to a lunge of own and when she did Syd swung around on her left foot and THWHACKED a Roundhouse off the side of her skull.
ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XaNom8l7vI
She’d hoped the strike would knock Raker away in a half circle so of course the gobsmacked redhead practically fell into the Marvel’s arms. Cringing as she fought to carry her foe’s weight, Sydney let herself backpedal toward the corner while she hooked her aching left arm around the back of Raker’s neck. Planting her feet when there was only a few feet between herself and the buckles, Deschain reached down with her right hand and cradled the back of Rachel’s left thigh. Hooks set, she crouched low and popped her hips to fling the Fixer up, over and into the top and middle turnbuckle. There was a loud BWUUUNG followed by a much less harmonious THWHUMP as Raker landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders.
TURNBUCKLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DInEuSezIU8
The force Sydney put behind the Exploder should’ve kept Rachel looking at the lights for at least a few seconds, so you can imagine the veteran’s disgust when Raker somersaulted to her knees and pushed off shortly thereafter. Intercepting the woozy redhead with a Waistlock before she could turn around, Sydney plowed her into the corner as hard as she could, Raker’s chest flattened painfully by the roughly-padded steel ring. Still holding on tight, Deschain reversed out of the buckles then dipped her knees and hurled Rachel over and back courtesy of a Release German Suplex. Raker tumbled onto her belly before slopping onto her back in a limp, glassy-eyed puddle of hurt.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ukeqt44ANg
Syd wasn’t feeling much better at the moment, although she’d at least made it to a slumped seat. Right hand clutching her left shoulder, the Marvel rolled to one knee and flipped the hair off her face all without taking her eyes off the flattened Associate. “Go ahead and check her, Al.” she told the official. “Think I might’ve thrown her into a stup--”
Rachel rolled onto her belly and pushed to all fours before Sydney could finish her request. “Should’ve known it’d take more than a simple concussion to stop you.”
Deschain grunted after she was back on her feet. “Nothing short of a night in the infirmary was ever enough to keep you down.” Perhaps not ready to take it that far in spite of her words, Syd snagged the redhead’s noggin in a Front Facelock, then reached down with her free hand and slipped it between opposing thighs. Cupping a handful of Associate buttocks, the brunette dipped her knees and arched backward in a gorgeous, lightning fast bridge that dumped Raker flat on her back. Already up on tiptoe by the time Carpenter swooped in to count, Sydney pushed herself that much higher in hopes of earning the…
BLIND HORIZON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkHYHivX2PY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOO!
Rachel SMACKED her brunette’s tummy to end the bridge and the count at the same time. Syd sat up, sighed and raked a hand through her hair. “So you want to go out on your shield. Can’t say as I blame you.” She rolled over onto one knee, worked both hands into the Fixer’s hair and muscled her onto her knees. A Standing Headscissors seemed inevitable which made it all the more surprising when Rachel surged to full verticality and THWHOCKED the Marvel across the jaw with that wicked left hand of hers!
Stomping in fencepost holes that weren’t there a moment ago, Deschain reeled toward the ropes only to have Raker snag hold of her tankini top and pull her in to a second heavy handed blast! With the brunette properly staggered, Rachel leaned to the right and wrapped her arms around opposing waist in a Gut-Wrench. Strong as ever despite the hellacious Suplex rag-dolling she’d recently endured, the redhead set her feet wide and ‘hupped’ Deschain up across her shoulders, not in a Fireman’s Carry but rather a sort of off-kilter Torture Rack, one that saw the back of her head snugged in against the small of Syd’s back. Trussed up at chin and ankles, Deschain could only wriggle, then brace for impact when Raker set off across the squared circle at a dead run. Halfway across she hopped up and laid out on her back to THAWHAM the Mangler down on her face, chest and belly. Victimized by the Inside Job, Sydney popped up and flopped over into a woozy starfish, a position she occupied without comment until the Crimson Counsel hooked her far leg for…
INSIDE JOB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oD7FjAtJ29Q
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain fought clear with half a second to spare, leaving the redhead to pound a fist against the canvas.
Over her frustration just like that, Rachel pumped a few punches into Sydney’s belly, then palmed her shoulders and pressed down to make sure they were good and flat. “Been wanting to beat you like this for a long time, Sydney.” she sidled around above the brunette’s head, slid forward and took a seat upon her face, thus sentencing the Marvel to Solitary Confinement in front of several thousand people. Syd squirmed violently, forcing the redhead to snatch her wrists in both hands and force them down into the pit of her stomach. As an extra precaution she wedged the soles of her boots in against the sides of her prey’s head to snug her in that much closer. That meant Deschain’s shoulders were just far enough off the mat to prevent her from being counted down, but that didn’t matter to Rachel Raker in the slightest. She’d ended too many of her battles against this woman blacked out beneath her ass, tonight she finally got her revenge.
“Give it up, Sydney!” Rachel demanded even as she bounced and jostled her hips atop opposing nose. “Don’t make me take you out for a joyride with Portia’s wheels!”
Deschain’s ears were perhaps the only part of her head not engulfed by the Fixer’s ass, so she heard the threat loud and clear. Desperate to keep her undercarriage safe, she stilled her twitching legs, then popped her hips and flicked her right leg back in a slashing kick that forced Rachel to pull back on her mount. A second and third did the same but on the fourth Raker let loose of her hands and snatched hold of the encroaching gam. Stuffing it under one armpit, the Associate reached out with her free hand and snagged Deschain’s kneepad. “Get up here.” she pulled it to her, drawing the brunette closer and closer to a proper hogtying. “It’s just about time for senteWHOAHNGHHH!”
Sydney braced her palms against the mat as soon as Raker discarded them. Now she pushed up and somersaulted backward to land squarely astride Rachel’s chest. Bundling the surprised battler’s legs in a Matchbook of her own, Sydney wedged her boots against Rachel’s head, meaning she was looking straight up when the brunette slid back and blotted her out beneath her backside. Rachel offered up a muffled shriek, one that sent a most pleasant tingle up her rival’s spine. “Give it up, Rachel.” Syd demanded while working to maintain control of the Matchbook. “Just tap out and I’ll get up!”
Raker couldn’t, her pride would simply not allow another loss to the Marvel, especially when she’d been grinding to victory less than thirty seconds ago. So she crooked her hands into claws and sank them in just above the curve of Sydney’s hips in a desperate bid to rid herself of the galling smother.
Hissing through the Kidney Claw, Deschain awkwardly shifted Rachel’s right leg to under her left arm. This left her right arm free and she wasted no time grabbing a fistful of Rachel’s battle-sweaty hair. “It can get worse, Rachel!” she threatened. “Let go of this claw and tap out right now or it willLLEERRGGGGHHH!”
Raker relinquished one of the talons but only to snatch Syd’s waistband and elevate it by a good six inches.
Anger boiling over, Deschain yaaaaaaaaaaanked on Rachel’s hair as hard as she could. “One more warning, Raker!” Sydney sneered. “Tap out or cry! Only options left, bytch.”
“FAAAGGHHHHH HUUUUUUAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!”
The Fixer’s latest roar of defiance blossomed into a wail of agony when Deschain tossed one leg aside and wedged her hair pullin’ hand between the redhead’s thighs. It wasn’t technically the Portia 9-11 because Baby never hooked a leg during her rides, but it was more than close enough for Rachel and everyone else in the arena to get the point. Shuddering with disgust and hurt, Raker forgot all about her hold on Syd’s sides and rushed to intercept the spade in her crotch. No such luck, though she was able to grab the Mangler’s wrist time and again, Deschain would promptly send another pulse through her hijacked ride.
Occasionally breaking her grip to swat or claw at the other woman’s upturned thigh, the brunette always returned to the groin grip sooner than later, even going so far as to pinch the outlines of her prey’s clearly limned womanhood when she was of the mind. Rachel’s grip slowly weakened until she was only slapping at her attacker’s talon. Even then she didn’t relent, if anything her junk-trashing rampage grew all the more fevered. Finally she moved her hand to Raker’s right leg and worked her fingers under the slick edge. “I can go under the trunks, Rachel. Is that what you want?”
Whimpering softly, the redhead tried to shake out a ‘no’ but couldn’t quite manage. “Nuuuuhhhh…..nooooooooooooo.” she moaned.
“Then tap out or I’ll really goose the throttle.”
Moving in slow motion, Raker reached down to the mat and tapped it once, twice, thrice.
Al saw it and called for the bell, which CLANGED a few short seconds later.
Not quite ready to get up yet, the Marvel smoothed out her rival’s one piece, then cupped both hands over Rachel’s crotch, a none too subtle claiming of victory in their career series. She was still emphasizing the point when the Announcer cried, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
Syd patted Rachel’s togs one more time, then stood up and planted a foot on either side of the felled Associate. “Running out of time, ladies.” she told the camera when it pulled in close to get a shot of her victory pose. “If you’re looking to hang an ‘L’ on this would-be cougar you better do it sooner than later. Just remember, my claws are still more than sharp enough to get the job done. If you don’t believe me, just ask Rachel.”