Post by alyadmirer on Aug 21, 2015 1:41:52 GMT
August in Orlando was no joke, especially for someone more comfortable with the Toronto chill. Erin Price had spent the last few years in Northern Europe and it had nothing on the heat and humidity of Central Florida. This explained the choice of outfits, a flower print sundress with thin straps, mostly blue with a red fringe at the bottom.
Erin wiped beads of sweat from her brow that had formed on the walk from her car to the door of FAWN’s unofficial watering hole. The large wooden door gave way with a light push. Stepping inside Price cursed, “Damn, would it kill Cassie to turn on a light?”
Standing just inside the door, Erin allowed her eyes adjust from the bright outside daylight to the dim, cool interior of the Slaughtered Lamb. What Cassandra lacked in lighting she made up for in Air Conditioning. Price shivered a bit before her eyes became accustomed to the low light. She ran her hands over her breasts and snorted as her nipples popped against the thin sundress. “EW! Brisk!”
Now able to see Erin walked over to the bar. It’s a thin crowd this early in the day, but she knew she would find what she’s looking for there. Maddy Crane was tending bar at the moment. “Bob Barker! What can I get the Price is right today?”
Erin smiled at the younger woman. “Just something cold, maybe a Mojito.”
Maddy nodded. “One Rum and Coke with a lime, coming up.”
Price shook her head. “That’s not a Mojito. Where does Cassandra find her help?”
Hands working out of sight behind the bar, Maddy looked up smirking. “You do know I’m a wrestler, Erin? I just do this to fill the time and get the juicy gossip.”
The brunette sighs, “Well I have no gossip for you, and the least you can do is make the drink I ord…”
Maddy interrupted Price in mid-sentence, placing a tall thin glass filled with ice, and a white liquid, topped off with sprigs of mint and a wedge of lime on the lip. Crane nodded at the glass. “One Mojito.”
Price looked at it suspiciously, until Maddy prodded her. “Go on.”
Taking the drink Erin brought it to her nose, gave a quick sniff and then sipped the drink. Her face was clearly surprised, in a delightful way. She downed a bigger slug. “You my Miss Crane, have a talent.”
Maddy shrugged as if it’s nothing. “I have many talents, but mixology and wrestling will be the only two you get to see.”
Erin raised her glass to the Snarky One and turned to survive the Lamb’s common area. Not finding who she’s looking for Price turned back to Maddy. “Syd around? Kent said she’d be here.”
In the midst of filling a pitcher for one of the few FAWNatics that’d found this place, Crane jerked her head toward the back. “Storeroom with Cass, and some brunette.” Erin started toward the end of the bar as Mads topped off the pitcher. “Hey I don’t think they want to be disturbed, Foxy.”
Price waved a hand. “It’s alright, they’re always happy to see me.”
Maddy thought to stop the Fightin Fox, but figured it’s her funeral.
Opening the first door Erin walked down the short hallway to the “Storeroom”. Technically the only thing stored in the room were the beatings that got handed out occasionally. The space wasn’t known to all, but it’s the one place in the Slaughtered Lamb were violence was sanctioned. Cass allowed its use strictly for private affairs, the kind of disputes that couldn’t take place in a FAWN ring.
The sounds of battle could be heard as Erin reached for the doorknob. “Someone’s getting the boots put to them.” she thought.
Slipping inside, Price saw Cassandra Vale standing over a sturdy looking brunette with a shoulder length hair. Clearly this was a boots and bottoms fight as neither had a top on and they were not scattered on the floor somewhere. Also the fight had clearly been going on for sometime, based on the sweat covering both Cassandra and the unknown brunette. The smudges of dirt on Vale’s back told Erin this had not been a one sided affair, but right now the Merc was stomping a mud hole in the brunette’s torso, and she’s not defending herself, which meant the end was near.
Sydney watched, clearly chosen as the referee for this party. To her credit the brunette was taking the beating with class, no whining or begging, but it’s clear the fight was all but gone from her. Cassandra treated the brunette a final stomp, this one between her thighs, which did raise a soft cry of pain from the brunette. When Vale stepped back Erin realized why the brunette looked familiar. She had never faced her but she knew her, Caliente Bailarina. She was a pretty good wrestler from Mexico, mostly the Tijuana circuit.
Vale reached down and brought the Mexican woman up to wobbly legs, but Cassandra didn’t want her to stand on her own. Moving to her side Cass dipped down slipping one arm between Caliente’s legs the other came around cupping her chin and with a small grunt Vale lifted the brunette up onto her shoulders. Erin had seen Vale’s Torture Rack before, and it seemed so had Bailarina. The Mexican didn’t spend long across Cassandra’s broad shoulders before the blonde worked her hand between the brunette’s thighs and pushed the green bottoms aside.
The Merc stomped around the room, now also gripping one of Caliente’s bare breasts as she bent her spine. Stopping her tromping, Vale dug into the other woman’s sex, until Caliente yelled, “NO MAS!”
Sydney finally moved from her spot. “That’s it Cass, let her down.”
Vale looked over at Deschain and let the defeated Luchadora roll off her shoulders. Cassandra walked over to a table in the corner of the room. On this table was a pouch and nothing else. She picked up the pouch and pulled out the wad of hundred dollar bills. She also removed a folded scrap of fabric, which Erin quickly identified as a mask. Now it all made sense. Cassandra had somehow come by ownership of Caliente’s mask and the brunette tried to win it back.
Sydney helped the Mexican wrestler over to a chair against the wall. Cassandra looked over her shoulder and muttered, “Get her cleaned up and out of my bar, Syd.” To the defeated Bailarina, she added, “Next time, it will be ten thousand to get a shot at this.” She showed Caliente the mask and headed out the door to her private office.
Erin moved over to Sydney as she handed Caliente a water and towel. Price said, “That was something. You need help?”
Clearly dejected, Caliente pushed to her feet and staggered toward the exit, only stopping to grab a bag off the floor. Neither Syd or Erin try stopping her, the brunette in no mood for sympathy, especially not from the friends of Cassandra Vale.
Sydney shook her head. “Cass is going to be fighting that one for years if she doesn’t give back that mask.”
Erin nodded and smirked. “Little old ladies rolling around the retirement home someday.”
Syd laughed since neither of the little old ladies could hear her. “Caliente can beat Cass, she has in the past, but she’s going about it wrong in accepting Vale’s terms all the time. Even so she had Cass in trouble today, but couldn’t seal the deal.”
Erin took a drink of her Mojito before changing the subject, “As interesting as our friend Cassandra’s background is, I’ve come to talk to you about ours.
Sydney raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and what’s on your mind?”
Price reached out and put an arm around Deschain’s shoulders, “Let us go have a drink and talk about your retirement tour. And how you haven’t asked me for a dance yet.”
Sydney smiled. “You buy the drinks and I think I can find a spot on my dance card for you.”
“Done, now let’s go see if Maddy’s mixing skills are as vast as she claims.”
Erin wiped beads of sweat from her brow that had formed on the walk from her car to the door of FAWN’s unofficial watering hole. The large wooden door gave way with a light push. Stepping inside Price cursed, “Damn, would it kill Cassie to turn on a light?”
Standing just inside the door, Erin allowed her eyes adjust from the bright outside daylight to the dim, cool interior of the Slaughtered Lamb. What Cassandra lacked in lighting she made up for in Air Conditioning. Price shivered a bit before her eyes became accustomed to the low light. She ran her hands over her breasts and snorted as her nipples popped against the thin sundress. “EW! Brisk!”
Now able to see Erin walked over to the bar. It’s a thin crowd this early in the day, but she knew she would find what she’s looking for there. Maddy Crane was tending bar at the moment. “Bob Barker! What can I get the Price is right today?”
Erin smiled at the younger woman. “Just something cold, maybe a Mojito.”
Maddy nodded. “One Rum and Coke with a lime, coming up.”
Price shook her head. “That’s not a Mojito. Where does Cassandra find her help?”
Hands working out of sight behind the bar, Maddy looked up smirking. “You do know I’m a wrestler, Erin? I just do this to fill the time and get the juicy gossip.”
The brunette sighs, “Well I have no gossip for you, and the least you can do is make the drink I ord…”
Maddy interrupted Price in mid-sentence, placing a tall thin glass filled with ice, and a white liquid, topped off with sprigs of mint and a wedge of lime on the lip. Crane nodded at the glass. “One Mojito.”
Price looked at it suspiciously, until Maddy prodded her. “Go on.”
Taking the drink Erin brought it to her nose, gave a quick sniff and then sipped the drink. Her face was clearly surprised, in a delightful way. She downed a bigger slug. “You my Miss Crane, have a talent.”
Maddy shrugged as if it’s nothing. “I have many talents, but mixology and wrestling will be the only two you get to see.”
Erin raised her glass to the Snarky One and turned to survive the Lamb’s common area. Not finding who she’s looking for Price turned back to Maddy. “Syd around? Kent said she’d be here.”
In the midst of filling a pitcher for one of the few FAWNatics that’d found this place, Crane jerked her head toward the back. “Storeroom with Cass, and some brunette.” Erin started toward the end of the bar as Mads topped off the pitcher. “Hey I don’t think they want to be disturbed, Foxy.”
Price waved a hand. “It’s alright, they’re always happy to see me.”
Maddy thought to stop the Fightin Fox, but figured it’s her funeral.
Opening the first door Erin walked down the short hallway to the “Storeroom”. Technically the only thing stored in the room were the beatings that got handed out occasionally. The space wasn’t known to all, but it’s the one place in the Slaughtered Lamb were violence was sanctioned. Cass allowed its use strictly for private affairs, the kind of disputes that couldn’t take place in a FAWN ring.
The sounds of battle could be heard as Erin reached for the doorknob. “Someone’s getting the boots put to them.” she thought.
Slipping inside, Price saw Cassandra Vale standing over a sturdy looking brunette with a shoulder length hair. Clearly this was a boots and bottoms fight as neither had a top on and they were not scattered on the floor somewhere. Also the fight had clearly been going on for sometime, based on the sweat covering both Cassandra and the unknown brunette. The smudges of dirt on Vale’s back told Erin this had not been a one sided affair, but right now the Merc was stomping a mud hole in the brunette’s torso, and she’s not defending herself, which meant the end was near.
Sydney watched, clearly chosen as the referee for this party. To her credit the brunette was taking the beating with class, no whining or begging, but it’s clear the fight was all but gone from her. Cassandra treated the brunette a final stomp, this one between her thighs, which did raise a soft cry of pain from the brunette. When Vale stepped back Erin realized why the brunette looked familiar. She had never faced her but she knew her, Caliente Bailarina. She was a pretty good wrestler from Mexico, mostly the Tijuana circuit.
Vale reached down and brought the Mexican woman up to wobbly legs, but Cassandra didn’t want her to stand on her own. Moving to her side Cass dipped down slipping one arm between Caliente’s legs the other came around cupping her chin and with a small grunt Vale lifted the brunette up onto her shoulders. Erin had seen Vale’s Torture Rack before, and it seemed so had Bailarina. The Mexican didn’t spend long across Cassandra’s broad shoulders before the blonde worked her hand between the brunette’s thighs and pushed the green bottoms aside.
The Merc stomped around the room, now also gripping one of Caliente’s bare breasts as she bent her spine. Stopping her tromping, Vale dug into the other woman’s sex, until Caliente yelled, “NO MAS!”
Sydney finally moved from her spot. “That’s it Cass, let her down.”
Vale looked over at Deschain and let the defeated Luchadora roll off her shoulders. Cassandra walked over to a table in the corner of the room. On this table was a pouch and nothing else. She picked up the pouch and pulled out the wad of hundred dollar bills. She also removed a folded scrap of fabric, which Erin quickly identified as a mask. Now it all made sense. Cassandra had somehow come by ownership of Caliente’s mask and the brunette tried to win it back.
Sydney helped the Mexican wrestler over to a chair against the wall. Cassandra looked over her shoulder and muttered, “Get her cleaned up and out of my bar, Syd.” To the defeated Bailarina, she added, “Next time, it will be ten thousand to get a shot at this.” She showed Caliente the mask and headed out the door to her private office.
Erin moved over to Sydney as she handed Caliente a water and towel. Price said, “That was something. You need help?”
Clearly dejected, Caliente pushed to her feet and staggered toward the exit, only stopping to grab a bag off the floor. Neither Syd or Erin try stopping her, the brunette in no mood for sympathy, especially not from the friends of Cassandra Vale.
Sydney shook her head. “Cass is going to be fighting that one for years if she doesn’t give back that mask.”
Erin nodded and smirked. “Little old ladies rolling around the retirement home someday.”
Syd laughed since neither of the little old ladies could hear her. “Caliente can beat Cass, she has in the past, but she’s going about it wrong in accepting Vale’s terms all the time. Even so she had Cass in trouble today, but couldn’t seal the deal.”
Erin took a drink of her Mojito before changing the subject, “As interesting as our friend Cassandra’s background is, I’ve come to talk to you about ours.
Sydney raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and what’s on your mind?”
Price reached out and put an arm around Deschain’s shoulders, “Let us go have a drink and talk about your retirement tour. And how you haven’t asked me for a dance yet.”
Sydney smiled. “You buy the drinks and I think I can find a spot on my dance card for you.”
“Done, now let’s go see if Maddy’s mixing skills are as vast as she claims.”