Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:14:50 GMT
Next up The FAWNatics got ready to see the Fightin’ Fox on a PPV stage, many of the fans had bought tickets solely for that reason. Youtube clips and stills from various websites and one house show match had only served to pique the interest in FAWN’s Curvaceous Canadian. In her short time in FAWN Price had become a must see attraction. The guitar riff that roared through the speakers was pure Black Sabbath but the lyrics belonged to none other than Elvis Presley. Such was the strange sound of the Metal King.
BURNING LOVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dAO3J5QJ9w <br>
In the ring, the Announcer began his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is The Fightin’ Fox, ERIN PRICE!”
ERIN PRICE:
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The brunette in question didn’t so much push through the curtain as she did dance through it, her long dark hair whipping in time to the eclectic mash-up. There were cheers all around as Erin urged them to make more noise by throwing up her arms and shouting. Hips going a mile a minute, the Canadian danced down to ringside where she started slapping any hand held out for her. The fun-loving woman was lip syncing along with her entrance music, stopping occasionally for a head whip, arm windmill, or hip shake. She made a circuit around the ring, careful not to miss a fan despite her energetic routine.
Price was wearing a midnight-blue leather bustier and matching bottoms both trimmed in gleaming silver. Grey knee and elbow pads, midnight blue boots finished her ring gear. Instead of wearing the traditional robe or wrestling jacket she sported a battered leather bomber jacket over her gear. The brunette climbed the ring steps, still mouthing the lyrics, twisting her hips and waving her arms. Erin put two fingers to her lips, kissed them and pointed at the official FAWN photographer before slipping into the squared circle.
Moving to the center of her canvas battleground, Price repeated the finger kiss and point for the fans in attendance. Erin appeared ready for the challenge of her sometime tag partner, sometime enemy, but her oldest friend in the business. No matter what it looked like she’s going to have a fun time and her goal was to make sure the fans did as well, not to mention Sydney herself. Of course that fun would end in the first loss of her tour, but that couldn’t be helped. Slipping out of the bomber jacket, Erin headed to a corner to await the arrival of her first and best sparring partner.
Erstwhile referee Al Carpenter, still floating from the earlier return of a certain blonde bombshell, was still finishing up an inspection of Erin’s pads when the Announcer proclaimed, “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!”
Those assembled 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. “All right indy nerds, it’s the Marvel versus the Fox on a FAWN stage for the first and last time. Now stop spamming the messageboards.” With that she returned her attention to the squared circle and made straight for it.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
To commemorate this special occasion the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As had become her custom as of late 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 kept her eyes trained on Erin. Not that the other brunette would ever stoop to jumping her from behind, but she WOULD bytch up a storm if Syd didn’t pay enough attention to her before the bell. Matching Price’s smirk with one of her own, the Marvel climbed onto the apron, swiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the ropes.
Once in the ring she strode to the center and took up a position directly in front of the Canadian Catfighter. Going a little slower than usual, Deschain took the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and pulled it up over her torso to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to Al, Syd blew a kiss to Erin, then backpedaled into the opposite corner to better keep her eye on the Fox during the ref’s final once-over.
The bell CLANGED, the sound of it all the summons Deschain and Price needed to leave their corners. Though it was their first meeting in front of the Orlando faithful Sydney and Erin had battled one another across careers and continents for more than twenty years. So it was no wonder there was no hesitation or even caution in their approach. The brunettes simply knew their opponent too well to bother with needless circling.
Knowing full well this match could shoot her to the top of the IC title scene or perhaps even into the World Title mix, Erin smirked at her old sparring partner and asked, “We don’t have to shake hands, do we Syd? I know the people want us to shake hands. Hell, they probably expect it, considering our history. But we’ve never shaken hands before a match, have we?”
Sydney smiled faintly. “No we haven’t. Handshake’s always been for after, Price. If we’re both still awake. You know that.”
Erin’s return smile was much brighter. “I certainly do. Just wanted to make sure we’re still on the same page. And I didn’t want you to be surprised when I--” her right hand flicked out and CRAAACKED Deschain across the cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap.
Syd’s head swiveled to the side, but she didn’t step back and when she met Erin’s gaze again her smile was wider and harder. “Spent too long abroad, Erin. You’re starting to slap like Eurotrash.” The Marvel lit into Price’s face with a smack of her own.
Price flipped hair off her face, nodded and grinned. “Now that that’s out of the way--”
She lunged and Sydney met her, the brunettes slamming into a tummy on tummy, chest to chest Collar & Elbow Lock Up. Shifting one hand into Deschain’s dark hair and the other against her chin, Erin pulled on the former and pushed on the latter, all the better to march her rival toward the corner. Sydney grimaced but didn’t complain about the hair pull. Rather she helped herself to a handful herself and cupped her other hand across Price’s mouth and nose. The Palm Smother wasn’t a match ender by any means, but it gave Erin a little extra motivation to stuff her opponent against the buckles. Hooking her right leg around the other brunette’s left, Price leaned in close and ground against Syd while peppering her cheek with slaps.
“Mmmmmmh, that’s better!” Erin sighed once she shook her mug free of Deschain’s cupped hand. “Likin’ the grind, Syd? You always made like you didn’t, but--” she trailed off and worked her tummy and crotch against Deschain’s belly. Sydney grunted and strained forward but Price’s hooked leg kept her from creating any real distance. Erin liked the resistance though, she pressed back all the harder and ‘smeck, smeck, smecked!’ her body against the Marvel’s. “Yeah, you love the grind. And wait, here’s another favorite!” She pressed her hand over Deschain’s mouth, thumb pressed into place beneath Sydney’s chin to keep her from drawing a breath. “Smother and grind, Syd. Smother and grind!” Erin purred. “That’s how I’m going to end your run tonigHUUUFFFHHH!”
Sydney snatched a double handful of hair and jerked the Fox into a truncated Headbutt. It didn’t free her from the corner, nor did it break the Palm Smother but it did unhook Erin’s snaring leg. That increased freedom allowed Syd to push n’ spin, reversing positions with Price just like that. “Grind’s fine with me, E.” Deschain slotted her right thigh between the other woman’s legs and jostled it up and down. Not a low blow by any means, but Erin sucked in a breath like she’d been goosed. “And you know me, I do love the smother. But tell me, can you handle the crush?”
The Mangler reared back and lunged forward to THWHAP herself into Price in a miniature Splash. Two more Splashes loosened Erin’s gams long enough for Deschain to lean in and wrap both arms around her foe’s right thigh. Pulling Price’s gam off the canvas, Sydney draped it over the middle rope and quickly thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a quartet of rough Kneelifts into the exposed meat of Erin’s thigh. Erin hissed, palmed both hands against Sydney’s shoulders and would’ve pushed her away if Deschain hadn’t pivoted and PWAAAKED the broad side of one thigh across Price’s abs. The Fox huffed and leaned forward, making herself an easy target when Syd crooked an arm across the back of her head.
“Feel good on your tummy, E? It sure feels good on my leg!” She treated Price’s midsection to two more Thighfifts, then dipped, took hold of Erin’s left thigh and hung it over the middle rope.
“Shattered Dreams, Syd?” Price muttered after she realized what the Marvel had done to her. “You gonna go low this early? I didn’t think--oh, you’re not done yet?” Though her legs were immobilized it didn’t stop Erin from trying to twist her hands loose when Sydney snatched hold of her wrists. But she couldn’t get loose and Deschain had little trouble draping her arms over the top rope.
“You know better than that, E.” Sydney reclaimed her ownership of the other brunette’s wrists and pulled forward, which put unpleasant pressure on Price’s shoulders and biceps. “I’m not gonna work your trunks unless you work mine first. I will stomp you though. That’s all part of the grind. Part of the crush.” With that she reared back on her left foot, raised her right leg and planted that foot against her rival’s midsection. Then she puuuuusssssshed forward and leaaaaaaaned back, a clever modification of the classic corner Foot Choke.
Al Carpenter had kept quiet during the first part of the brunette’s skirmish in the corner, now he walked over and said, “All right Syd, time to get it back to middle of the ring. Step off and I’ll unhook her.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Syd said pleasantly enough. “I’ll get her out here in a second.” She pulled her foot away by a few inches and stomped on Erin’s midsection.
Price grimaced, then smirked. “That’s it, Syd? All that build for a single pansy stomp? C’mon, you can do better than OOOFFFHHH!”
Sydney stomped her three more times, then shifted her footing and stuffed her stompin’ foot against the point of Price’s chin. From there she leaaaaaaaaned back and pushed forward, just gnashing her heel against Erin’s jaw until Carpenter reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Sydney backed off with both hands raised. It satisfied the official well enough, but when he moved in to get Erin loose, the Mangler cut past him and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across her tits.
Not wanting to get on Al’s bad side, Deschain pulled Price’s legs free and wrapped an arm around the back of her head to draw her out of the corner. Cupping her hands against the back of Erin’s neck, Syd pulled her up and ate a stiff little European Uppercut for her troubles. Deschain reeled a little but didn’t come close to going down, so Price stalked after her and tacked on another. Sydney staggered a little more, allowing Erin all the room she needed to twist around and then leap, her right leg flashing out at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to PWAAAK Syd across the face with the leaping Roundhouse she called Sweet!
SWEET!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpwGBFOfr8s
The Marvel hit the deck hard, rolled onto one side, then all the way through her belly. She was in the middle of trying to rise when Erin twined steely fingers in her hair and pulled her the rest of the way up. “Neat trick in the corner back there, Syd.” Price purred. “Hafta remember it the next time I need to stomp a tummy. Of course you also put your boot in my face so that means--” The Fox’s hands flew like lightning, one right after the other to crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-CRAACK! Sydney’s face with a blistering flurry of Palm Strikes. Other women would’ve wilted under such a barrage, unfortunately the veteran’s toughness kept her upright but giving ground until her back bumped rudely against the turnbuckles.
BYTCH PLEASE! @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th1ILDV3jSQ
“Now this, this is more like it.” Erin’s eyes sparkled as she hooked her longtime friend / rival’s arms over the top rope. “Right back where we started. Right back where we belong.” Syd only groaned in response so the former terror of Europe’s AHW set leaned down, grabbed hold of the woozy brunette’s left knee and hoisted her leg off the mat. Lest anyone think Price was revisiting territory recently mapped by her opponent, she took Sydney’s tactic a step further by draping the Marvel’s ankle over the top rope. It didn’t have quite the stability of the previous arrangement until Erin re-hung Deschain’s left arm so it laid atop her trapped ankle.
“Doesn’t that look delicious?” Erin asked no one in particular. “Just so much meat strung up and ready for feasting. And something tells me it’s pull apart tender.”
Eager to see if she was right, Erin curled her right hand into a wicked ‘C’ shaped claw, worked it into the crease that separated thigh from torso (so her thumb was snug against the edge of her opponent’s trunks) and bore down so hard her knuckles turned white. Sydney’s eyes snapped open and she hissed in pain as Price’s unique application of the basic Hammy Clamp sent lighting racing down her leg and up into her belly. The pain was ungodly and if it’d been a Posts Match she would’ve been in serious trouble, but with Carpenter hovering close by the Marvel knew she could endure until the end of his count. That was why she sounded a bit sassier than normal when she turned to Erin and asked, “All the set up for this, E? I thought you were going to make the most of your tiMMEERRGGGGHHH!”
Price sunk her left hand in above the right which meant there were ten merciless fingers kneading the stiff dough of Deschain’s exposed thigh. “Gonna work both of these before the night’s over, Syd.” Price cooed. “They’ll be nice n’ quivery before I lock you down for that long last ride!” She leaned progressively closer with each word, only stopping when their foreheads almost touched. She might’ve treated the Mangler to a little smooch if Al hadn’t ruined the mood by barging in.
“Get it out of the corner, Erin! What is it with you and corners?”
“A hunter learns most about her prey when they’re trapped, Al.” Erin noted as she tugged Deschain’s tingling leg from its perch on the top rope. “Oh, the things I’ve learned about this woman when her butt was wedged against a turnbuckle.”
Carpenter said nothing but Price could almost hear his eyebrows going ‘do tell!’ She didn’t. That was hard-earned information and she’d never been fond of sharing. What she did do was grab the top rope to Deschain’s right. From there she hopped onto the bottom rope, sprang off and PWAAAKED her right foot into Syd’s chest. Deschain’s back hit the buckles hard enough to buckle her knees, which in turn sent the brunette onto her tush with a heavy ‘plop’. The crowd’s reaction was immediate as it was loud, with cries of ‘STINK FACE!’ and ‘BRONCO BUSTER!’ ringing out in equal numbers.
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_yDMQJDCtc&spfreload=10
Erin put her hands on her hips and smirked. “Pedestrian! Jejune!” she paused and her smirk blossomed to a full smile. “Besides, I’m not sweaty enough yet.”
Strutting from the corner with some extra swagger in her step, Price reached the center of the squared circle, turned around and raced back to the corner. She was all but on top of the Marvel when she hopped up and TWHUMPED her shins into Deschain’s shoulders and tits courtesy of an impactful Double Knee Smash.
DOUBLE KNEES TO FOE SEATED IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNyI7z7hsZs&spfreload=10
Bouncing clear of the impact to land on her feet, Price snatched hold of her foe’s ankles and dragged her clear of the ropes, all the better to drop astride her chest in a heavy Schoolgirl Pin. Already close, Carpenter was in position to count half a heartbeat later…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney bridged up, forcing Erin onto her hands and knees with a full second to spare. “I knew you weren’t done.” Price admitted as she got to her feet. “But I could never resist a chance to take a seat on you, Syd. You’re the best seat this girl ever had.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Erin.” Deschain grunted once she’d made it to a knee. “You wanna take that seat, you’re gonna have to earn HUUUUFFFHHHH!”
Erin snatched a double handful of hair and pounded a single Kneelift into her rival’s chest. “Oh I intend to earn it, Syd.” the Fox promised. “And I’ll do it the hard way, because that’s the only way I roll.”
And so she jerked Sydney to boot leather and promptly pulled her noggin beneath one arm in a Front Facelock. Once that was secure she tossed the Mangler’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of black waistband. A single strong yank took Sydney from six to high noon but rather than drop backward to complete the Suplex or even straight down to nail a Brainbuster, Price released her Facelock and stepped back so that the initial momentum turned Syd over in mid-air and dropped her flat on her back with a loud THWHAM!
RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_jiF4jbCyM&spfreload=10
Deschain bounced, sat up and immediately rolled to one knee, which would’ve annoyed Price to no end if she’d been in search of another pin. But she wasn’t. In fact penitent was just how she wanted the other brunette so instead of complaining Erin turned around and ran the ropes, thus ensuring she had a good head of steam for the huge Roundhouse she aimed at the side of Sydney’s he--
Sydney ducked at the last possible moment, leaving Erin’s dangerous gam to ‘whick’ through the spot so recently occupied by her skull. The force of the miss put Price’s back to Sydney for a moment and it was in that brief window that the grounded brunette slammed a Headbutt into her lower back. Groaning, Erin doubled over, then let out a surprised little ‘eep’ when Syd reached through her legs and snatched hold of her left wrist and pulled it between her gams Pumphandle-style. Angling her right arm across Price’s midsection for a little extra leverage, the Marvel dropped into a deep crouch, then popped her hips to toss Erin up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! Price was planted almost straight up n’ down for a moment, the catfighter looking for all the world like she’d just soaked up a really stiff Powerbomb. Nerves caught up with muscles shortly thereafter and she flopped over onto her belly looking far less Foxy than she had only a few seconds prior.
PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkP1F7wgazo&spfreload=10
Nearby, Sydney rolled to one knee and took a few moments to steady her breathing and smooth out the edges of her outfit. “You DO look like you could use a seat, E.” she told her opponent. “Of course, who’s to say you couldn’t have a seat and BE my seat at the same time. That’s for later though. What’s that you said earlier? Oh yes, you’re not sweaty enough yet. Let’s change that.”
Back on her feet again, the Mangler strode over to Price, hooked her fingers into the downed battler’s leather waistband and used it to haul her upright. She held on long enough to make sure Erin’s legs wouldn’t give out and when they didn’t she transitioned to a snug Waistlock. No lingering once her hands were locked, Deschain immediately dropped into a low crouch and bridged backward to THWHUMP Price down with a German Suplex that planted her just like the Pumphandle.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUpvJl0hmLc&spfreload=10
The Mangler’s fans thought their heroine would hold the bridge but Deschain only got up and dragged the catfighter up alongside. This time she attacked from the front, Syd tucking Erin’s head under her left arm and slipped that same arm under her foe’s right bicep in a Single Underhook. In the same breath she dipped her head under the brunette’s left arm and reached down with her free hand to hoist her left leg in a tuff cradle. With all those hooks set she dipped her knees and peeled off a beautiful bridge that once again THWHUMPED the Fox onto her back. Sydney bridged onto her toes as soon as Price touched down, the bridge getting that much higher and harder to break before the…
RISING STAR SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ6wVJgPeP0
ONE…
TWO…
Erin wrenched clear and turned onto her side, clearly not so stupefied she didn’t recognize the need to get off her back. Settled on one knee, the Mangler tucked a few loose strands behind her ears and said, “How you doin’, E? Those Suplexes giving you those special tingles you like so much?”
Price snorted despite her recent bout of Suplex Poisoning. “Special Tingles? It’s gonna take a whole lot more than a splash of that Weak Sauce to get my motor ruNNNGGGHH!”
Syd planted one hand against the base of Erin’s neck and the other against the swell of her glutes. With the Fox reduced to little more than furniture, Deschain launched herself into a perfect handstand, which she held for two whole seconds before THWHUMPING both knees into the small of Erin’s back. The prone brunette shuddered, pulled clear, then cursed aloud when Deschain jerked her right back to start. “You shouldn’t be worried about those Special Tingles anyway, sweetheart. Right now it’s all about those deep down aches. Here’s a few more.” She pushed herself into a handstand for the second time in as many minutes and THWHUMPED a Double Knee Drop into Price’s spine.
“That all you got left in the tank, Syd?” Erin grunted as she was prepped for yet another dose of knees. “Maybe I waited too long to get the best you have to offNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGH!”
The Marvel pushed up and stretched her left leg back like a kickstand. Then she pounded her right knee into the other brunette’s ribs once, twice, thrice and ended the session with one more bone jarring Knee Drop. “I know what you’re doing, E.” Deschain noted as she hauled the tenderized catfighter with a double handful of hair. “You want me to crank it up until your inner masochist kicks on your inner sadist. You always did your best work after getting stretched a little.”
“Suuhh… saw right through me.” Erin snickered. “So, you gonna help a sister OOOHHHHHH! Yeah, THAT’S the stuff!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPx5Qj7VPIk
Syd curled her right leg around Price’s right thigh, dipped around behind and snaked her right arm under Erin’s left bicep. Just like that the Abdominal Stretch was in deep and the Fox was shaking her head ‘no’ in response to Carpenter’s foolish question. “Why would I tap out now, cutie?” she chided. “This prude’s finally getting interest--” Erin sucked in a sharp breath when Syd curled her free hand into a claw and applied it directly to her navel.
“Watch who you’re calling a prude, nympho. Just because I don’t kiss and tell doesn’t mean I won’t-”
“If you’re going to bore me could you at least claw a little lower, dear?” Price asked in a tone of feigned disinterest. “Your grip’s nothing special but it should be enough to keep me from falling asLPPEERRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Sydney didn’t just claw her opponent’s crotch, she slipped her hand under the other brunette’s waistband and squeezed hard. “You’re not falling asleep on me, Erin.” Syd promised between every little flex and pulse. “Not gonna pass out either. You’re going tap that mat or tell me you quit. You can do it more than once though. I know how you love things in multiples.”
Price didn’t respond at once, so Carpenter chanced getting close again. “What do you say, Erin? Need me to call for the bell?”
Erin shook her head ‘no’. “Don’t be silly, cutie. I’m not about to tap out. But if you wanted to recite some baseball statistics I’d NGH!”
Sydney extracted her claw and promptly pounded a Forearm Smash across the back of her rival’s skull. Relinquishing the Abdominal Stretch after a final tug, Deschain crooked her left arm around the back of Price’s neck and worked her right arm between her thighs. Syd’s right arm came up and so did Erin’s right leg, Deschain cinching her hands to secure a nigh unbreakable cradle. Hands locked between Price’s breasts, Sydney dropped into a deep crouch, then popped her hips and took her up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head in textbook Regal-Plex. While she really did want a surrender from her old sparring partner, Deschain wasn’t the type to pass up a perfectly good pinning predicament, thus she maintained cradle and bridge through…
REGAL-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PkKFHeB5QI&spfreload=10
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Erin kicked loose and started to roll, not just onto her stomach but toward the edge of the ring. “No, no, no, E.” Sydney muttered as she stalked after the wounded Fox. “You’re not getting to the ropes, you’re not touching a wall, you’re going to take every bit of punishment I want to dish out.” It sure sounded authoritative and Deschain reinforced her position by snatching hold of Price’s left ankle, but that still didn’t stop the other brunette from a final desperate lunge to the bottom rope. Erin had every right to demand a break so of course she didn’t. Rather she drew even closer, hooked her other arm around the rubber-coated steel and draaaaaaaagged herself out onto the apron.
Forced to disengage for a moment, Syd crowded the ropes, reached over the top and snatched hold of Erin’s hair. Price rose to one knee, then grabbed the middle rope and lunged over it to drive a Shoulderblock into Sydney’s midsection. The Mangler ‘OOFFHED!’ and backed off but didn’t let loose of Erin’s hair, so she pulled back and spiked her again. That finally freed the catfighter’s hair, allowing her to stand up and claim the top rope in both hands. With Deschain’s head lowered and exposed, Price vaulted over the strands, planted her right foot against the base of Sydney’s neck and THWHONKED her skull into the mat courtesy a vicious Slingshot Curbstomp. The force of it bounced Sydney up onto her knees, not that she was in the condition to do anything other than moan and palm her aching noggin.
OUCH!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0VaqY-MJDA
Erin on the other hand was feeling remarkably refreshed and she put this new energy to good use by bounding across the squared circle. Picking up speed until the very last second, Price dropped down into a skidding slide and THWHACKED her right elbow into the point of Deschain’s chin. The Marvel went down in a heap, where she stayed even after the other brunette dropped into a heavy seat atop her chest. Knees framing her foe’s face, Erin smoothed back her hair and followed it up with a jaunty double bicep flex that lasted through…
SLIDING D @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E8uPzEvlWs&spfreload=10
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney planted her feet against the mat and pushed up, forcing Price from her seat with a half second to spare. Erin smirked but didn’t bother to question the count, as it would’ve implied she wanted the match to be over and nothing was further from the truth. “That was pretty mean to tease me with the Tingles earlier, Syd.” Price sniped after she’d dragged the Mangler to boot leather. “I won’t hold it against you though. In fact I’m going to give you some special feelings of your very own.”
On that admittedly ominous note she turned her back on the other brunette, reached over one shoulder with both hands and captured Syd’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. This was followed by a tug n’ thump as Price flipped Deschain onto her butt with a taut little Snap Mare. After that she grabbed hold of Syd’s wrists and folded them up behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlocks. Leaning in close enough to keep Syd’s hands pinned in place with her torso, Erin wrapped her arms around the grounded grappler’s chest from the front in a sort of Reverse Bear Hug. “All right Syd, does it hurt when I do this?” Price hoisted her opponent to verticality and craaaaaaanked back, the oddly applied coil putting a whole lotta nasty pressure on Deschain’s arms and shoulders. Sydney groaned and stamped her feet, balanced on one and strained ineffectually for the ropes that might as well have been on the moon. She was still searching for an escape hatch when Erin dropped to a seat and snaked her legs around the Marvel’s waist. Ankles locked she squeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors and pulled back on Sydney’s arms, which in turn added that much more pressure to her exposed midsection. “Like it, Syd?” Erin purred in the straining woman’s ear. “I designed it just for you. It’s called the AARPretzel.”
AARPretzel:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiK6StSpjW4&spfreload=10
Deschain hissed and tried to wriggle her arms free, which only resulted in another sharp tug from the other brunette. “You and your awful puns, E.” she grumbled. “I thought Crane was bad.”
“Oh she IS.” Erin smirked and squeeeeeeeeezed down on her rival’s waist. “That’s why I like her so much. But I like crushing you more. That reminds me, ready to give yet, sweetie?” The Fox poured on more with her Scissors and rocked the almost Hammerlock thing up n’ down, putting more strain on Deschain’s shoulders, arms and exposed core. Al wanted to know too, though he refrained from mirroring Price’s condescending purr. Sydney replied to both in kind, by planting her feet flat against the mat and leaaaaaaaaaning back until she was up on tiptoe. The shift stacked Erin onto her shoulders, which she allowed long enough for the ref to count…
ONE…
TWO…
She popped her hips and slung Deschain down to THWHUMP her butt against the mat in a makeshift Keister Bounce. “Your ass always did bounce great, Syd.” she snickered. “Bounces almost as good as it spanks. Remind me and I’ll prove it later.”
Deschain shook her head, whether in denial of the suggestion or to ward off another question of surrender, neither Price or Carpenter knew. “You’re walking a fine line, E. Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure you don’t like it when I sit on your OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Erin reared back and THWHUMPED Syd’s tush with another tailbone-rattling thud. “You know better than to tease me with what you can’t deliver, baby.” the tawdry brunette murmured. “I do get cranky when chicks can’t give me what they promised.” Hoping that Syd wouldn’t fall into that disappointing category, Price abruptly released the Scissors but maintained her control on Deschain’s arms. In the same motion she rolled the Marvel onto her tummy, settled into a seat on her tush and pulled Syd’s entire upper body off the mat in an agonizing twist on the Camel Clutch. “You’ve got a nice rack, Syd.” Erin said it as if she wasn’t in the midst of trying to fold her opponent in half. “Not quite as good as mine, but a lot better than you tend to get credit for. Such a shame both of my hands are currently occupied.”
Sydney rolled her shoulders and adjusted her legs. She could feel movement opening up in both, but the progress was far too slow for her liking. Hoping to stall the notoriously talkative battler, Deschain growled, “Keep out of my top, E. Last time you stuck a hand in there it almost got us thrown in a Mexican prison.”
“Oh hush, that was the best Spring Break ever!” Weighing the risk versus her own enjoyment, Price shifted her grip and pressed in a little closer. Doing so allowed her to keep Deschain’s biceps trapped while freeing her right hand for any number of tactics. Yeah, like there was every any doubt. Hand curved into a wicked scoop, Erin slipped it under the neckline of Deschain’s top and went to work on the juggs beneath. “Don’t tap too soon, sweetness.” Price chided after a few seconds. “Wouldn’t want all these people finding out you’ve got sensitive EERRGHHH OOOFFFHHH!”
Syd wrenched her arms loose, snatched hold of the Fox’s hair and yanked her over onto her back with a sort of truncated Snap Mare. Quick to her feet despite the aches in her back and arms, Sydney plastered herself to Erin’s back and wrapped both hands around her waist. Unfortunately her fingers weren’t quite laced when Price spun loose and jammed the bottom edge of her right hand into the base of Deschain’s neck with a nasty Chop. Sydney didn’t go down, just reared back on her heels, which made her a perfect target for Erin, who threw herself into a short little somersault and THWHACKED the heel of her left foot between the Marvel’s eyes.
SLICK!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5a_H5HHdTA
Sydney went down like a felled tree, toppling onto her side before settling out on her back with one arm draped over her forehead and the other reaching blindly for the ropes. It was still reaching when Erin strutted over, snatched hold of a wrist and peeled the suffering Marvel off the mat. “The only ropes you should be reaching for are made of silk and alas, this isn’t that kind of match.” No sooner was Deschain up did the Fox sling her left arm over her foe’s right shoulder and thread her right arm between Syd’s thighs. She scooped Syd up into the air and so the crowd thought ‘Scoop Slam’ which meant they were all the more surprised when Erin transitioned over to a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWUNK her old friend’s face into the canvas.
PRICE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrIefEspKfY
Bounced onto her knees by the Price Cutter, Deschain offered no resistance when Erin shoved her onto her back and stretched out atop her in a Double Leg Grapevine. With the Marvel’s wrists and ankles firmly in her control, Erin spread her rival out wide and pressed down with all her weight as Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney bridged up so forcefully Erin lost her balance and went rolling clear with half a heartbeat to spare. Didn’t slow her down for much beyond that though, Price was up almost at once and heading for Syd like a Great White that smelled chum. Burying her hands in the vulnerable battler’s hair, Price jerked her to one knee and pounded a single Kneelift into her forehead. “Just a little foreplay, baby.” the Fox promised. “The real fun’s about to start.”
The words were still ringing in Deschain’s ears when Price did an about face and headed for the ropes. Returning a great deal faster than she left, Erin put on a final burst of speed and rocketed her right knee straight for the Marvel’s sku-- Sydney twisted around, lashed out with her right leg and connected solidly with Price’s planted ankle. Sliced from her moorings the Fox tumbled forward and landed throat-first across the middle rope. Coughing and gagging, she scrambled to boot leather and backed off, both hands at her burning windpipe. Dangerous as a shortage of oxygen was, it became a secondary concern the instant Sydney slipped in behind Erin and caught her left arm in a Half Nelson. The half Waistlock came immediately thereafter and then Price’s view did funny things, mainly tumble end over end as the Mangler turned her inside out with a Half Nelson Suplex.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
Erin reared back on her knees, started to collapse and was interrupted halfway through by Syd’s legs, which trapped her throbbing skull in a Standing Headscissors. She was still acclimating herself to this new reality when Deschain whipped her up onto her shoulders. The crowd murmured in anticipation, delighting themselves with questions of just what the Marvel might do from the classic Powerbomb stall. Imagine their surprise when she pushed onto her toes and THWHAMMED Erin into the mat with a no frills Powerbomb! Price sobbed and rolled onto one side, the injured Fox doing everything she could to make it harder for Syd to go for a cover. In that measure she was entirely successful, what it did not do however was prevent Deschain from taking control of her hair. Forcing Erin to verticality with several hard tugs, Syd drove a Toe Kick into her opponent’s belly and once again applied a Standing Headscissors when Price’s noggin became available.
“I know you always had a thing for my ass, E.” Syd told the curve of Price’s back. “If we’re being honest, yours spanks pretty good too.”
She swatted Erin’s cheeks half a dozen times, no Bittersweet Symphony but more than enough to get the point across. Erin groaned, groped at her attacker’s hips, then let out an unladylike shriek when Deschain hoisted her up for the second Powerbomb in as many minutes. Always loathe to repeat herself, Syd slung Erin back the way she’d cam and dropped to her butt, adding all the momentum to Price’s THWHUMPING landing. Waistlock still in place, she angled her ankles over Price’s thighs and nodded along with the count of…
POWERBOMBS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4jfN6O_wys
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Erin escaped by the slimmest of margins, so slim in fact that Al made sure to show two fingers to the Timekeeper to avoid an errant result. Slowed by the aches handed down by Price’s offense and the exertion of her resurgence, Deschain took her time in returning to her feet. After several deep breaths and a few adjustments to her bottoms, the Marvel stalked around to Erin’s north end and helped herself to a double handful of hair. “Up, Foxy. Up, I said!”
Persistent tugging got Price to one knee and from there the woman herself took over, Erin powering to full verticality with a roar ‘n shove that sent Deschain staggering. She almost lost her balance, but didn’t, mostly thanks to the timely assistance of the ropes. More surefooted as soon as she bounced clear, the Marvel ran down the recovering catfigh--THWHACK!
Erin dropped back a step, hopped forward and spanked her right heel off Sydney’s jaw with a cringe-worthy Super Kick. Deschain hit the ropes again but when she bounced out this time it was in a drunken, stumbling lurch. Erin had seen that lurch before, it was the look of a woman who’s legs could give out at any time. Though Deschain’s legs were stronger than most, Price wasn’t inclined to waste energy peeling her off the mat if they gave out, thusly she rushed forward and leaned hard right. Arms spread wide, she wrapped ‘em around Syd’s midsection in a Gutwrench and spun her up into the air. Erin slung Deschain onto her right shoulder, then flipped her over so the small of the other brunette’s back was balanced on her right shoulder. Working the knot of her hands up to just below Sydney’s sternum, Price rocked back on her heels several times, the jostle exacerbating the painful arc of her foe’s sternum.
“I beat ya the first time we met, Syd.” Erin panted. “Only fitting I beat ya the last time too.”
She sank down, pushed up and slung Deschain off ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ What should’ve been a brutal landing on the back of her head turned into an awkward somersault as Sydney wrenched loose of Erin’s grip and landed on one knee in front of the startled Fox. Syd slammed a pair of fists into Price’s tummy and rose up even as her foe doubled over. Snatching a huge hank of hair, the Mangler wedged Erin’s noggin between her thighs. Then she forced her hands under the stunned brunette’s biceps, wrenched her arms up and laced her fingers together to complete the Double Underhook.
The crowd was already loud, they got downright rambunctious when Sydney upended her burden and took half a dozen long strides across the ring. Upon reaching the last she pushed onto her toes then kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt. THWHUNK! Erin’s head hit the mat full force, the shock of it knocking her clear of the other brunette’s grasp.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMnJA39aekI
She’d barely come to a stop before Deschain climbed aboard, the fork of her crotch resting firm against Price’s chin. Clearly remembering the way Erin had finished her off in that hot, dingy warehouse gym in Woodsboro all those years ago, Sydney leaned back, hooked her arms under the Fox’s knees and pulled her legs off the mat in a Matchbook Pin. Leaning forward until her forehead was almost touching the canvas, Sydney ground her undercarriage back n’ forth across Erin’s features all throughout the…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
The bell CLANGED and Syd let go of Erin’s legs, but she didn’t get to her feet. Rather she ran her hands through her hair and did a little bump & grind while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
That made it official so Deschain patted Erin's tummy and murmured, "Good fight, E." Then she pushed to her feet and let Al raise her hand. “Would you bring me a mic please, Al?”
“Sure.” The gangly ref hurried off, got a microphone from one of the ringside techs and brought it back to the Marvel.
Nodding to the fans before raising the stick to her lips, Sydney said, “So Jenny Jacobs came back tonight.” Any follow-up was delayed for several seconds as the Jacobites let loose with a giddy cheer. “Good timing too. She saved a good friend of mine from a nasty beating, then challenged that delusional whack job Lisa Dream to a match at ‘Mania. Now Lisa, who’s been on a remarkable roll since putting Jenny on the shelf almost a year ago, didn’t want anything with the Innovator of Offense. That’s a shame not just because Dream is in dire need of an ass kicking, but because it denies the fans a chance to see one of FAWN’s greatest talents back in action at the biggest show of the year. There is a silver lining though. I don’t have an opponent for ‘Mania either. But I do have an open contract…”
Another massive cheer from the crowd, one which quickly transformed into a repeated demand to ‘MAKE IT HAPPEN!’ After more than ten seconds of this, Sydney Deschain raised the mic one more time.
“Jenny Jacobs! You want a spot on FAWN’s biggest stage? There’s a contract waiting in the front office. All you’ve gotta do is sign on the dotted line.”
Her challenge laid clear at the blonde’s feet, Deschain flipped the mic back to the obviously intrigued Algernon Carpenter then made her way through the ropes and up the ramp.
BURNING LOVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dAO3J5QJ9w <br>
In the ring, the Announcer began his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is The Fightin’ Fox, ERIN PRICE!”
ERIN PRICE:
>Br?The brunette in question didn’t so much push through the curtain as she did dance through it, her long dark hair whipping in time to the eclectic mash-up. There were cheers all around as Erin urged them to make more noise by throwing up her arms and shouting. Hips going a mile a minute, the Canadian danced down to ringside where she started slapping any hand held out for her. The fun-loving woman was lip syncing along with her entrance music, stopping occasionally for a head whip, arm windmill, or hip shake. She made a circuit around the ring, careful not to miss a fan despite her energetic routine.
Price was wearing a midnight-blue leather bustier and matching bottoms both trimmed in gleaming silver. Grey knee and elbow pads, midnight blue boots finished her ring gear. Instead of wearing the traditional robe or wrestling jacket she sported a battered leather bomber jacket over her gear. The brunette climbed the ring steps, still mouthing the lyrics, twisting her hips and waving her arms. Erin put two fingers to her lips, kissed them and pointed at the official FAWN photographer before slipping into the squared circle.
Moving to the center of her canvas battleground, Price repeated the finger kiss and point for the fans in attendance. Erin appeared ready for the challenge of her sometime tag partner, sometime enemy, but her oldest friend in the business. No matter what it looked like she’s going to have a fun time and her goal was to make sure the fans did as well, not to mention Sydney herself. Of course that fun would end in the first loss of her tour, but that couldn’t be helped. Slipping out of the bomber jacket, Erin headed to a corner to await the arrival of her first and best sparring partner.
Erstwhile referee Al Carpenter, still floating from the earlier return of a certain blonde bombshell, was still finishing up an inspection of Erin’s pads when the Announcer proclaimed, “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!”
Those assembled 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. “All right indy nerds, it’s the Marvel versus the Fox on a FAWN stage for the first and last time. Now stop spamming the messageboards.” With that she returned her attention to the squared circle and made straight for it.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
To commemorate this special occasion the brunette wore a black bottoms with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. As had become her custom as of late 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 kept her eyes trained on Erin. Not that the other brunette would ever stoop to jumping her from behind, but she WOULD bytch up a storm if Syd didn’t pay enough attention to her before the bell. Matching Price’s smirk with one of her own, the Marvel climbed onto the apron, swiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the ropes.
Once in the ring she strode to the center and took up a position directly in front of the Canadian Catfighter. Going a little slower than usual, Deschain took the bottom edge of her tank-top in both hands and pulled it up over her torso to reveal the usual black white-trimmed tankini top beneath. Tossing the wadded garment to Al, Syd blew a kiss to Erin, then backpedaled into the opposite corner to better keep her eye on the Fox during the ref’s final once-over.
The bell CLANGED, the sound of it all the summons Deschain and Price needed to leave their corners. Though it was their first meeting in front of the Orlando faithful Sydney and Erin had battled one another across careers and continents for more than twenty years. So it was no wonder there was no hesitation or even caution in their approach. The brunettes simply knew their opponent too well to bother with needless circling.
Knowing full well this match could shoot her to the top of the IC title scene or perhaps even into the World Title mix, Erin smirked at her old sparring partner and asked, “We don’t have to shake hands, do we Syd? I know the people want us to shake hands. Hell, they probably expect it, considering our history. But we’ve never shaken hands before a match, have we?”
Sydney smiled faintly. “No we haven’t. Handshake’s always been for after, Price. If we’re both still awake. You know that.”
Erin’s return smile was much brighter. “I certainly do. Just wanted to make sure we’re still on the same page. And I didn’t want you to be surprised when I--” her right hand flicked out and CRAAACKED Deschain across the cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap.
Syd’s head swiveled to the side, but she didn’t step back and when she met Erin’s gaze again her smile was wider and harder. “Spent too long abroad, Erin. You’re starting to slap like Eurotrash.” The Marvel lit into Price’s face with a smack of her own.
Price flipped hair off her face, nodded and grinned. “Now that that’s out of the way--”
She lunged and Sydney met her, the brunettes slamming into a tummy on tummy, chest to chest Collar & Elbow Lock Up. Shifting one hand into Deschain’s dark hair and the other against her chin, Erin pulled on the former and pushed on the latter, all the better to march her rival toward the corner. Sydney grimaced but didn’t complain about the hair pull. Rather she helped herself to a handful herself and cupped her other hand across Price’s mouth and nose. The Palm Smother wasn’t a match ender by any means, but it gave Erin a little extra motivation to stuff her opponent against the buckles. Hooking her right leg around the other brunette’s left, Price leaned in close and ground against Syd while peppering her cheek with slaps.
“Mmmmmmh, that’s better!” Erin sighed once she shook her mug free of Deschain’s cupped hand. “Likin’ the grind, Syd? You always made like you didn’t, but--” she trailed off and worked her tummy and crotch against Deschain’s belly. Sydney grunted and strained forward but Price’s hooked leg kept her from creating any real distance. Erin liked the resistance though, she pressed back all the harder and ‘smeck, smeck, smecked!’ her body against the Marvel’s. “Yeah, you love the grind. And wait, here’s another favorite!” She pressed her hand over Deschain’s mouth, thumb pressed into place beneath Sydney’s chin to keep her from drawing a breath. “Smother and grind, Syd. Smother and grind!” Erin purred. “That’s how I’m going to end your run tonigHUUUFFFHHH!”
Sydney snatched a double handful of hair and jerked the Fox into a truncated Headbutt. It didn’t free her from the corner, nor did it break the Palm Smother but it did unhook Erin’s snaring leg. That increased freedom allowed Syd to push n’ spin, reversing positions with Price just like that. “Grind’s fine with me, E.” Deschain slotted her right thigh between the other woman’s legs and jostled it up and down. Not a low blow by any means, but Erin sucked in a breath like she’d been goosed. “And you know me, I do love the smother. But tell me, can you handle the crush?”
The Mangler reared back and lunged forward to THWHAP herself into Price in a miniature Splash. Two more Splashes loosened Erin’s gams long enough for Deschain to lean in and wrap both arms around her foe’s right thigh. Pulling Price’s gam off the canvas, Sydney draped it over the middle rope and quickly thum-thum-thum-THUMPED a quartet of rough Kneelifts into the exposed meat of Erin’s thigh. Erin hissed, palmed both hands against Sydney’s shoulders and would’ve pushed her away if Deschain hadn’t pivoted and PWAAAKED the broad side of one thigh across Price’s abs. The Fox huffed and leaned forward, making herself an easy target when Syd crooked an arm across the back of her head.
“Feel good on your tummy, E? It sure feels good on my leg!” She treated Price’s midsection to two more Thighfifts, then dipped, took hold of Erin’s left thigh and hung it over the middle rope.
“Shattered Dreams, Syd?” Price muttered after she realized what the Marvel had done to her. “You gonna go low this early? I didn’t think--oh, you’re not done yet?” Though her legs were immobilized it didn’t stop Erin from trying to twist her hands loose when Sydney snatched hold of her wrists. But she couldn’t get loose and Deschain had little trouble draping her arms over the top rope.
“You know better than that, E.” Sydney reclaimed her ownership of the other brunette’s wrists and pulled forward, which put unpleasant pressure on Price’s shoulders and biceps. “I’m not gonna work your trunks unless you work mine first. I will stomp you though. That’s all part of the grind. Part of the crush.” With that she reared back on her left foot, raised her right leg and planted that foot against her rival’s midsection. Then she puuuuusssssshed forward and leaaaaaaaned back, a clever modification of the classic corner Foot Choke.
Al Carpenter had kept quiet during the first part of the brunette’s skirmish in the corner, now he walked over and said, “All right Syd, time to get it back to middle of the ring. Step off and I’ll unhook her.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.” Syd said pleasantly enough. “I’ll get her out here in a second.” She pulled her foot away by a few inches and stomped on Erin’s midsection.
Price grimaced, then smirked. “That’s it, Syd? All that build for a single pansy stomp? C’mon, you can do better than OOOFFFHHH!”
Sydney stomped her three more times, then shifted her footing and stuffed her stompin’ foot against the point of Price’s chin. From there she leaaaaaaaaned back and pushed forward, just gnashing her heel against Erin’s jaw until Carpenter reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Sydney backed off with both hands raised. It satisfied the official well enough, but when he moved in to get Erin loose, the Mangler cut past him and THWHAPPED a Forearm Smash across her tits.
Not wanting to get on Al’s bad side, Deschain pulled Price’s legs free and wrapped an arm around the back of her head to draw her out of the corner. Cupping her hands against the back of Erin’s neck, Syd pulled her up and ate a stiff little European Uppercut for her troubles. Deschain reeled a little but didn’t come close to going down, so Price stalked after her and tacked on another. Sydney staggered a little more, allowing Erin all the room she needed to twist around and then leap, her right leg flashing out at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to PWAAAK Syd across the face with the leaping Roundhouse she called Sweet!
SWEET!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpwGBFOfr8s
The Marvel hit the deck hard, rolled onto one side, then all the way through her belly. She was in the middle of trying to rise when Erin twined steely fingers in her hair and pulled her the rest of the way up. “Neat trick in the corner back there, Syd.” Price purred. “Hafta remember it the next time I need to stomp a tummy. Of course you also put your boot in my face so that means--” The Fox’s hands flew like lightning, one right after the other to crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-CRAACK! Sydney’s face with a blistering flurry of Palm Strikes. Other women would’ve wilted under such a barrage, unfortunately the veteran’s toughness kept her upright but giving ground until her back bumped rudely against the turnbuckles.
BYTCH PLEASE! @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th1ILDV3jSQ
“Now this, this is more like it.” Erin’s eyes sparkled as she hooked her longtime friend / rival’s arms over the top rope. “Right back where we started. Right back where we belong.” Syd only groaned in response so the former terror of Europe’s AHW set leaned down, grabbed hold of the woozy brunette’s left knee and hoisted her leg off the mat. Lest anyone think Price was revisiting territory recently mapped by her opponent, she took Sydney’s tactic a step further by draping the Marvel’s ankle over the top rope. It didn’t have quite the stability of the previous arrangement until Erin re-hung Deschain’s left arm so it laid atop her trapped ankle.
“Doesn’t that look delicious?” Erin asked no one in particular. “Just so much meat strung up and ready for feasting. And something tells me it’s pull apart tender.”
Eager to see if she was right, Erin curled her right hand into a wicked ‘C’ shaped claw, worked it into the crease that separated thigh from torso (so her thumb was snug against the edge of her opponent’s trunks) and bore down so hard her knuckles turned white. Sydney’s eyes snapped open and she hissed in pain as Price’s unique application of the basic Hammy Clamp sent lighting racing down her leg and up into her belly. The pain was ungodly and if it’d been a Posts Match she would’ve been in serious trouble, but with Carpenter hovering close by the Marvel knew she could endure until the end of his count. That was why she sounded a bit sassier than normal when she turned to Erin and asked, “All the set up for this, E? I thought you were going to make the most of your tiMMEERRGGGGHHH!”
Price sunk her left hand in above the right which meant there were ten merciless fingers kneading the stiff dough of Deschain’s exposed thigh. “Gonna work both of these before the night’s over, Syd.” Price cooed. “They’ll be nice n’ quivery before I lock you down for that long last ride!” She leaned progressively closer with each word, only stopping when their foreheads almost touched. She might’ve treated the Mangler to a little smooch if Al hadn’t ruined the mood by barging in.
“Get it out of the corner, Erin! What is it with you and corners?”
“A hunter learns most about her prey when they’re trapped, Al.” Erin noted as she tugged Deschain’s tingling leg from its perch on the top rope. “Oh, the things I’ve learned about this woman when her butt was wedged against a turnbuckle.”
Carpenter said nothing but Price could almost hear his eyebrows going ‘do tell!’ She didn’t. That was hard-earned information and she’d never been fond of sharing. What she did do was grab the top rope to Deschain’s right. From there she hopped onto the bottom rope, sprang off and PWAAAKED her right foot into Syd’s chest. Deschain’s back hit the buckles hard enough to buckle her knees, which in turn sent the brunette onto her tush with a heavy ‘plop’. The crowd’s reaction was immediate as it was loud, with cries of ‘STINK FACE!’ and ‘BRONCO BUSTER!’ ringing out in equal numbers.
SPRINGBOARD ROUNDHOUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_yDMQJDCtc&spfreload=10
Erin put her hands on her hips and smirked. “Pedestrian! Jejune!” she paused and her smirk blossomed to a full smile. “Besides, I’m not sweaty enough yet.”
Strutting from the corner with some extra swagger in her step, Price reached the center of the squared circle, turned around and raced back to the corner. She was all but on top of the Marvel when she hopped up and TWHUMPED her shins into Deschain’s shoulders and tits courtesy of an impactful Double Knee Smash.
DOUBLE KNEES TO FOE SEATED IN CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNyI7z7hsZs&spfreload=10
Bouncing clear of the impact to land on her feet, Price snatched hold of her foe’s ankles and dragged her clear of the ropes, all the better to drop astride her chest in a heavy Schoolgirl Pin. Already close, Carpenter was in position to count half a heartbeat later…
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney bridged up, forcing Erin onto her hands and knees with a full second to spare. “I knew you weren’t done.” Price admitted as she got to her feet. “But I could never resist a chance to take a seat on you, Syd. You’re the best seat this girl ever had.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Erin.” Deschain grunted once she’d made it to a knee. “You wanna take that seat, you’re gonna have to earn HUUUUFFFHHHH!”
Erin snatched a double handful of hair and pounded a single Kneelift into her rival’s chest. “Oh I intend to earn it, Syd.” the Fox promised. “And I’ll do it the hard way, because that’s the only way I roll.”
And so she jerked Sydney to boot leather and promptly pulled her noggin beneath one arm in a Front Facelock. Once that was secure she tossed the Mangler’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of black waistband. A single strong yank took Sydney from six to high noon but rather than drop backward to complete the Suplex or even straight down to nail a Brainbuster, Price released her Facelock and stepped back so that the initial momentum turned Syd over in mid-air and dropped her flat on her back with a loud THWHAM!
RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_jiF4jbCyM&spfreload=10
Deschain bounced, sat up and immediately rolled to one knee, which would’ve annoyed Price to no end if she’d been in search of another pin. But she wasn’t. In fact penitent was just how she wanted the other brunette so instead of complaining Erin turned around and ran the ropes, thus ensuring she had a good head of steam for the huge Roundhouse she aimed at the side of Sydney’s he--
Sydney ducked at the last possible moment, leaving Erin’s dangerous gam to ‘whick’ through the spot so recently occupied by her skull. The force of the miss put Price’s back to Sydney for a moment and it was in that brief window that the grounded brunette slammed a Headbutt into her lower back. Groaning, Erin doubled over, then let out a surprised little ‘eep’ when Syd reached through her legs and snatched hold of her left wrist and pulled it between her gams Pumphandle-style. Angling her right arm across Price’s midsection for a little extra leverage, the Marvel dropped into a deep crouch, then popped her hips to toss Erin up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders! Price was planted almost straight up n’ down for a moment, the catfighter looking for all the world like she’d just soaked up a really stiff Powerbomb. Nerves caught up with muscles shortly thereafter and she flopped over onto her belly looking far less Foxy than she had only a few seconds prior.
PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkP1F7wgazo&spfreload=10
Nearby, Sydney rolled to one knee and took a few moments to steady her breathing and smooth out the edges of her outfit. “You DO look like you could use a seat, E.” she told her opponent. “Of course, who’s to say you couldn’t have a seat and BE my seat at the same time. That’s for later though. What’s that you said earlier? Oh yes, you’re not sweaty enough yet. Let’s change that.”
Back on her feet again, the Mangler strode over to Price, hooked her fingers into the downed battler’s leather waistband and used it to haul her upright. She held on long enough to make sure Erin’s legs wouldn’t give out and when they didn’t she transitioned to a snug Waistlock. No lingering once her hands were locked, Deschain immediately dropped into a low crouch and bridged backward to THWHUMP Price down with a German Suplex that planted her just like the Pumphandle.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUpvJl0hmLc&spfreload=10
The Mangler’s fans thought their heroine would hold the bridge but Deschain only got up and dragged the catfighter up alongside. This time she attacked from the front, Syd tucking Erin’s head under her left arm and slipped that same arm under her foe’s right bicep in a Single Underhook. In the same breath she dipped her head under the brunette’s left arm and reached down with her free hand to hoist her left leg in a tuff cradle. With all those hooks set she dipped her knees and peeled off a beautiful bridge that once again THWHUMPED the Fox onto her back. Sydney bridged onto her toes as soon as Price touched down, the bridge getting that much higher and harder to break before the…
RISING STAR SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQ6wVJgPeP0
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TWO…
Erin wrenched clear and turned onto her side, clearly not so stupefied she didn’t recognize the need to get off her back. Settled on one knee, the Mangler tucked a few loose strands behind her ears and said, “How you doin’, E? Those Suplexes giving you those special tingles you like so much?”
Price snorted despite her recent bout of Suplex Poisoning. “Special Tingles? It’s gonna take a whole lot more than a splash of that Weak Sauce to get my motor ruNNNGGGHH!”
Syd planted one hand against the base of Erin’s neck and the other against the swell of her glutes. With the Fox reduced to little more than furniture, Deschain launched herself into a perfect handstand, which she held for two whole seconds before THWHUMPING both knees into the small of Erin’s back. The prone brunette shuddered, pulled clear, then cursed aloud when Deschain jerked her right back to start. “You shouldn’t be worried about those Special Tingles anyway, sweetheart. Right now it’s all about those deep down aches. Here’s a few more.” She pushed herself into a handstand for the second time in as many minutes and THWHUMPED a Double Knee Drop into Price’s spine.
“That all you got left in the tank, Syd?” Erin grunted as she was prepped for yet another dose of knees. “Maybe I waited too long to get the best you have to offNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGH!”
The Marvel pushed up and stretched her left leg back like a kickstand. Then she pounded her right knee into the other brunette’s ribs once, twice, thrice and ended the session with one more bone jarring Knee Drop. “I know what you’re doing, E.” Deschain noted as she hauled the tenderized catfighter with a double handful of hair. “You want me to crank it up until your inner masochist kicks on your inner sadist. You always did your best work after getting stretched a little.”
“Suuhh… saw right through me.” Erin snickered. “So, you gonna help a sister OOOHHHHHH! Yeah, THAT’S the stuff!”
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPx5Qj7VPIk
Syd curled her right leg around Price’s right thigh, dipped around behind and snaked her right arm under Erin’s left bicep. Just like that the Abdominal Stretch was in deep and the Fox was shaking her head ‘no’ in response to Carpenter’s foolish question. “Why would I tap out now, cutie?” she chided. “This prude’s finally getting interest--” Erin sucked in a sharp breath when Syd curled her free hand into a claw and applied it directly to her navel.
“Watch who you’re calling a prude, nympho. Just because I don’t kiss and tell doesn’t mean I won’t-”
“If you’re going to bore me could you at least claw a little lower, dear?” Price asked in a tone of feigned disinterest. “Your grip’s nothing special but it should be enough to keep me from falling asLPPEERRRRRRGGGHHHHH!”
Sydney didn’t just claw her opponent’s crotch, she slipped her hand under the other brunette’s waistband and squeezed hard. “You’re not falling asleep on me, Erin.” Syd promised between every little flex and pulse. “Not gonna pass out either. You’re going tap that mat or tell me you quit. You can do it more than once though. I know how you love things in multiples.”
Price didn’t respond at once, so Carpenter chanced getting close again. “What do you say, Erin? Need me to call for the bell?”
Erin shook her head ‘no’. “Don’t be silly, cutie. I’m not about to tap out. But if you wanted to recite some baseball statistics I’d NGH!”
Sydney extracted her claw and promptly pounded a Forearm Smash across the back of her rival’s skull. Relinquishing the Abdominal Stretch after a final tug, Deschain crooked her left arm around the back of Price’s neck and worked her right arm between her thighs. Syd’s right arm came up and so did Erin’s right leg, Deschain cinching her hands to secure a nigh unbreakable cradle. Hands locked between Price’s breasts, Sydney dropped into a deep crouch, then popped her hips and took her up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head in textbook Regal-Plex. While she really did want a surrender from her old sparring partner, Deschain wasn’t the type to pass up a perfectly good pinning predicament, thus she maintained cradle and bridge through…
REGAL-PLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PkKFHeB5QI&spfreload=10
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Erin kicked loose and started to roll, not just onto her stomach but toward the edge of the ring. “No, no, no, E.” Sydney muttered as she stalked after the wounded Fox. “You’re not getting to the ropes, you’re not touching a wall, you’re going to take every bit of punishment I want to dish out.” It sure sounded authoritative and Deschain reinforced her position by snatching hold of Price’s left ankle, but that still didn’t stop the other brunette from a final desperate lunge to the bottom rope. Erin had every right to demand a break so of course she didn’t. Rather she drew even closer, hooked her other arm around the rubber-coated steel and draaaaaaaagged herself out onto the apron.
Forced to disengage for a moment, Syd crowded the ropes, reached over the top and snatched hold of Erin’s hair. Price rose to one knee, then grabbed the middle rope and lunged over it to drive a Shoulderblock into Sydney’s midsection. The Mangler ‘OOFFHED!’ and backed off but didn’t let loose of Erin’s hair, so she pulled back and spiked her again. That finally freed the catfighter’s hair, allowing her to stand up and claim the top rope in both hands. With Deschain’s head lowered and exposed, Price vaulted over the strands, planted her right foot against the base of Sydney’s neck and THWHONKED her skull into the mat courtesy a vicious Slingshot Curbstomp. The force of it bounced Sydney up onto her knees, not that she was in the condition to do anything other than moan and palm her aching noggin.
OUCH!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0VaqY-MJDA
Erin on the other hand was feeling remarkably refreshed and she put this new energy to good use by bounding across the squared circle. Picking up speed until the very last second, Price dropped down into a skidding slide and THWHACKED her right elbow into the point of Deschain’s chin. The Marvel went down in a heap, where she stayed even after the other brunette dropped into a heavy seat atop her chest. Knees framing her foe’s face, Erin smoothed back her hair and followed it up with a jaunty double bicep flex that lasted through…
SLIDING D @ 00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E8uPzEvlWs&spfreload=10
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney planted her feet against the mat and pushed up, forcing Price from her seat with a half second to spare. Erin smirked but didn’t bother to question the count, as it would’ve implied she wanted the match to be over and nothing was further from the truth. “That was pretty mean to tease me with the Tingles earlier, Syd.” Price sniped after she’d dragged the Mangler to boot leather. “I won’t hold it against you though. In fact I’m going to give you some special feelings of your very own.”
On that admittedly ominous note she turned her back on the other brunette, reached over one shoulder with both hands and captured Syd’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. This was followed by a tug n’ thump as Price flipped Deschain onto her butt with a taut little Snap Mare. After that she grabbed hold of Syd’s wrists and folded them up behind her head in a sort of upside down Hammerlocks. Leaning in close enough to keep Syd’s hands pinned in place with her torso, Erin wrapped her arms around the grounded grappler’s chest from the front in a sort of Reverse Bear Hug. “All right Syd, does it hurt when I do this?” Price hoisted her opponent to verticality and craaaaaaanked back, the oddly applied coil putting a whole lotta nasty pressure on Deschain’s arms and shoulders. Sydney groaned and stamped her feet, balanced on one and strained ineffectually for the ropes that might as well have been on the moon. She was still searching for an escape hatch when Erin dropped to a seat and snaked her legs around the Marvel’s waist. Ankles locked she squeeeeeeeeeezed down on the Bodyscissors and pulled back on Sydney’s arms, which in turn added that much more pressure to her exposed midsection. “Like it, Syd?” Erin purred in the straining woman’s ear. “I designed it just for you. It’s called the AARPretzel.”
AARPretzel:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiK6StSpjW4&spfreload=10
Deschain hissed and tried to wriggle her arms free, which only resulted in another sharp tug from the other brunette. “You and your awful puns, E.” she grumbled. “I thought Crane was bad.”
“Oh she IS.” Erin smirked and squeeeeeeeeezed down on her rival’s waist. “That’s why I like her so much. But I like crushing you more. That reminds me, ready to give yet, sweetie?” The Fox poured on more with her Scissors and rocked the almost Hammerlock thing up n’ down, putting more strain on Deschain’s shoulders, arms and exposed core. Al wanted to know too, though he refrained from mirroring Price’s condescending purr. Sydney replied to both in kind, by planting her feet flat against the mat and leaaaaaaaaaning back until she was up on tiptoe. The shift stacked Erin onto her shoulders, which she allowed long enough for the ref to count…
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TWO…
She popped her hips and slung Deschain down to THWHUMP her butt against the mat in a makeshift Keister Bounce. “Your ass always did bounce great, Syd.” she snickered. “Bounces almost as good as it spanks. Remind me and I’ll prove it later.”
Deschain shook her head, whether in denial of the suggestion or to ward off another question of surrender, neither Price or Carpenter knew. “You’re walking a fine line, E. Keep talking like that and I’ll make sure you don’t like it when I sit on your OOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Erin reared back and THWHUMPED Syd’s tush with another tailbone-rattling thud. “You know better than to tease me with what you can’t deliver, baby.” the tawdry brunette murmured. “I do get cranky when chicks can’t give me what they promised.” Hoping that Syd wouldn’t fall into that disappointing category, Price abruptly released the Scissors but maintained her control on Deschain’s arms. In the same motion she rolled the Marvel onto her tummy, settled into a seat on her tush and pulled Syd’s entire upper body off the mat in an agonizing twist on the Camel Clutch. “You’ve got a nice rack, Syd.” Erin said it as if she wasn’t in the midst of trying to fold her opponent in half. “Not quite as good as mine, but a lot better than you tend to get credit for. Such a shame both of my hands are currently occupied.”
Sydney rolled her shoulders and adjusted her legs. She could feel movement opening up in both, but the progress was far too slow for her liking. Hoping to stall the notoriously talkative battler, Deschain growled, “Keep out of my top, E. Last time you stuck a hand in there it almost got us thrown in a Mexican prison.”
“Oh hush, that was the best Spring Break ever!” Weighing the risk versus her own enjoyment, Price shifted her grip and pressed in a little closer. Doing so allowed her to keep Deschain’s biceps trapped while freeing her right hand for any number of tactics. Yeah, like there was every any doubt. Hand curved into a wicked scoop, Erin slipped it under the neckline of Deschain’s top and went to work on the juggs beneath. “Don’t tap too soon, sweetness.” Price chided after a few seconds. “Wouldn’t want all these people finding out you’ve got sensitive EERRGHHH OOOFFFHHH!”
Syd wrenched her arms loose, snatched hold of the Fox’s hair and yanked her over onto her back with a sort of truncated Snap Mare. Quick to her feet despite the aches in her back and arms, Sydney plastered herself to Erin’s back and wrapped both hands around her waist. Unfortunately her fingers weren’t quite laced when Price spun loose and jammed the bottom edge of her right hand into the base of Deschain’s neck with a nasty Chop. Sydney didn’t go down, just reared back on her heels, which made her a perfect target for Erin, who threw herself into a short little somersault and THWHACKED the heel of her left foot between the Marvel’s eyes.
SLICK!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5a_H5HHdTA
Sydney went down like a felled tree, toppling onto her side before settling out on her back with one arm draped over her forehead and the other reaching blindly for the ropes. It was still reaching when Erin strutted over, snatched hold of a wrist and peeled the suffering Marvel off the mat. “The only ropes you should be reaching for are made of silk and alas, this isn’t that kind of match.” No sooner was Deschain up did the Fox sling her left arm over her foe’s right shoulder and thread her right arm between Syd’s thighs. She scooped Syd up into the air and so the crowd thought ‘Scoop Slam’ which meant they were all the more surprised when Erin transitioned over to a Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THWUNK her old friend’s face into the canvas.
PRICE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZrIefEspKfY
Bounced onto her knees by the Price Cutter, Deschain offered no resistance when Erin shoved her onto her back and stretched out atop her in a Double Leg Grapevine. With the Marvel’s wrists and ankles firmly in her control, Erin spread her rival out wide and pressed down with all her weight as Carpenter counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Sydney bridged up so forcefully Erin lost her balance and went rolling clear with half a heartbeat to spare. Didn’t slow her down for much beyond that though, Price was up almost at once and heading for Syd like a Great White that smelled chum. Burying her hands in the vulnerable battler’s hair, Price jerked her to one knee and pounded a single Kneelift into her forehead. “Just a little foreplay, baby.” the Fox promised. “The real fun’s about to start.”
The words were still ringing in Deschain’s ears when Price did an about face and headed for the ropes. Returning a great deal faster than she left, Erin put on a final burst of speed and rocketed her right knee straight for the Marvel’s sku-- Sydney twisted around, lashed out with her right leg and connected solidly with Price’s planted ankle. Sliced from her moorings the Fox tumbled forward and landed throat-first across the middle rope. Coughing and gagging, she scrambled to boot leather and backed off, both hands at her burning windpipe. Dangerous as a shortage of oxygen was, it became a secondary concern the instant Sydney slipped in behind Erin and caught her left arm in a Half Nelson. The half Waistlock came immediately thereafter and then Price’s view did funny things, mainly tumble end over end as the Mangler turned her inside out with a Half Nelson Suplex.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
Erin reared back on her knees, started to collapse and was interrupted halfway through by Syd’s legs, which trapped her throbbing skull in a Standing Headscissors. She was still acclimating herself to this new reality when Deschain whipped her up onto her shoulders. The crowd murmured in anticipation, delighting themselves with questions of just what the Marvel might do from the classic Powerbomb stall. Imagine their surprise when she pushed onto her toes and THWHAMMED Erin into the mat with a no frills Powerbomb! Price sobbed and rolled onto one side, the injured Fox doing everything she could to make it harder for Syd to go for a cover. In that measure she was entirely successful, what it did not do however was prevent Deschain from taking control of her hair. Forcing Erin to verticality with several hard tugs, Syd drove a Toe Kick into her opponent’s belly and once again applied a Standing Headscissors when Price’s noggin became available.
“I know you always had a thing for my ass, E.” Syd told the curve of Price’s back. “If we’re being honest, yours spanks pretty good too.”
She swatted Erin’s cheeks half a dozen times, no Bittersweet Symphony but more than enough to get the point across. Erin groaned, groped at her attacker’s hips, then let out an unladylike shriek when Deschain hoisted her up for the second Powerbomb in as many minutes. Always loathe to repeat herself, Syd slung Erin back the way she’d cam and dropped to her butt, adding all the momentum to Price’s THWHUMPING landing. Waistlock still in place, she angled her ankles over Price’s thighs and nodded along with the count of…
POWERBOMBS!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4jfN6O_wys
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Erin escaped by the slimmest of margins, so slim in fact that Al made sure to show two fingers to the Timekeeper to avoid an errant result. Slowed by the aches handed down by Price’s offense and the exertion of her resurgence, Deschain took her time in returning to her feet. After several deep breaths and a few adjustments to her bottoms, the Marvel stalked around to Erin’s north end and helped herself to a double handful of hair. “Up, Foxy. Up, I said!”
Persistent tugging got Price to one knee and from there the woman herself took over, Erin powering to full verticality with a roar ‘n shove that sent Deschain staggering. She almost lost her balance, but didn’t, mostly thanks to the timely assistance of the ropes. More surefooted as soon as she bounced clear, the Marvel ran down the recovering catfigh--THWHACK!
Erin dropped back a step, hopped forward and spanked her right heel off Sydney’s jaw with a cringe-worthy Super Kick. Deschain hit the ropes again but when she bounced out this time it was in a drunken, stumbling lurch. Erin had seen that lurch before, it was the look of a woman who’s legs could give out at any time. Though Deschain’s legs were stronger than most, Price wasn’t inclined to waste energy peeling her off the mat if they gave out, thusly she rushed forward and leaned hard right. Arms spread wide, she wrapped ‘em around Syd’s midsection in a Gutwrench and spun her up into the air. Erin slung Deschain onto her right shoulder, then flipped her over so the small of the other brunette’s back was balanced on her right shoulder. Working the knot of her hands up to just below Sydney’s sternum, Price rocked back on her heels several times, the jostle exacerbating the painful arc of her foe’s sternum.
“I beat ya the first time we met, Syd.” Erin panted. “Only fitting I beat ya the last time too.”
She sank down, pushed up and slung Deschain off ‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ What should’ve been a brutal landing on the back of her head turned into an awkward somersault as Sydney wrenched loose of Erin’s grip and landed on one knee in front of the startled Fox. Syd slammed a pair of fists into Price’s tummy and rose up even as her foe doubled over. Snatching a huge hank of hair, the Mangler wedged Erin’s noggin between her thighs. Then she forced her hands under the stunned brunette’s biceps, wrenched her arms up and laced her fingers together to complete the Double Underhook.
The crowd was already loud, they got downright rambunctious when Sydney upended her burden and took half a dozen long strides across the ring. Upon reaching the last she pushed onto her toes then kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt. THWHUNK! Erin’s head hit the mat full force, the shock of it knocking her clear of the other brunette’s grasp.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMnJA39aekI
She’d barely come to a stop before Deschain climbed aboard, the fork of her crotch resting firm against Price’s chin. Clearly remembering the way Erin had finished her off in that hot, dingy warehouse gym in Woodsboro all those years ago, Sydney leaned back, hooked her arms under the Fox’s knees and pulled her legs off the mat in a Matchbook Pin. Leaning forward until her forehead was almost touching the canvas, Sydney ground her undercarriage back n’ forth across Erin’s features all throughout the…
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!
The bell CLANGED and Syd let go of Erin’s legs, but she didn’t get to her feet. Rather she ran her hands through her hair and did a little bump & grind while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
That made it official so Deschain patted Erin's tummy and murmured, "Good fight, E." Then she pushed to her feet and let Al raise her hand. “Would you bring me a mic please, Al?”
“Sure.” The gangly ref hurried off, got a microphone from one of the ringside techs and brought it back to the Marvel.
Nodding to the fans before raising the stick to her lips, Sydney said, “So Jenny Jacobs came back tonight.” Any follow-up was delayed for several seconds as the Jacobites let loose with a giddy cheer. “Good timing too. She saved a good friend of mine from a nasty beating, then challenged that delusional whack job Lisa Dream to a match at ‘Mania. Now Lisa, who’s been on a remarkable roll since putting Jenny on the shelf almost a year ago, didn’t want anything with the Innovator of Offense. That’s a shame not just because Dream is in dire need of an ass kicking, but because it denies the fans a chance to see one of FAWN’s greatest talents back in action at the biggest show of the year. There is a silver lining though. I don’t have an opponent for ‘Mania either. But I do have an open contract…”
Another massive cheer from the crowd, one which quickly transformed into a repeated demand to ‘MAKE IT HAPPEN!’ After more than ten seconds of this, Sydney Deschain raised the mic one more time.
“Jenny Jacobs! You want a spot on FAWN’s biggest stage? There’s a contract waiting in the front office. All you’ve gotta do is sign on the dotted line.”
Her challenge laid clear at the blonde’s feet, Deschain flipped the mic back to the obviously intrigued Algernon Carpenter then made her way through the ropes and up the ramp.