Post by alyadmirer on Dec 7, 2015 0:30:51 GMT
The echo and smoke of a great cannonade of pyro was still thick in the air when the Announcer shouted, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to THANKSGRIEVING! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first. hailing from Mexico City, Mexico, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Lethal Luchadora… LA GATA… DIAAAAAAAAABLA!”
The pulsing strains of My Darkest Days’ ‘Porn Star Dancing‘, shoved their way through the speakers, drawing a huge round of jeers from the capacity crowd. To vociferous boos (and more than a few catcalls), La Gata Diabla slunk through the curtain. For this hot battle on a cool night she wore white briefs with green trim. Her trademark leather chaps were blood red and shielded her outer legs but revealed tempting glances of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, her white push-up top with green trim worked overtime to give an already mouthwatering bosom that little extra ‘oomph!’
LA GATA DIABLA:
Looks alone were good enough for a small smattering of cheers mixed in with the jeers--which was just how the Ferocious Feline liked it. She strutted down the aisle side by side, making it a point to keep just out of the reach of the ringside imbeciles--all while stoking their fires with each sensuous stride, their hips swiveling in a way that drew the eye like a magnet. The vitriol continued unabated in fact it grew that much louder as Gata continued to ignore the masses. None of it seemed to bother Gata in the least. This was her house, and she knew it. As much as the fools loathed her, as much as they tried to convince themselves it’s one of the good girls on the horizon that they want to emerge victorious, Ms. Kitty Sadistico knew better. It was HER that they burned for... and they would burn for her as badly and as long as she wished it.
The Hellcat paused at the base of the steps, if only to look over one shoulder while she swished her hips at the mouth breathers in the front row. After a quick strut up the steel steps Gata slipped a leg through the ropes and gracefully swung her upper body through the strands. Almost as soon as she has pulled her other leg into the ring, the tawdry blonde battler turned to the corner and sprang onto the middle buckle with arms raised high overhead. “You jeer now,” she purred, “but you’ll be purring long before I use that crazy bytch as my scratching post.”
With Gata still giving the crowd what for, the Announcer took a deep breath and said, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freakshow, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
ONE ARMED SCISSOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ge6ttcFrvA
CALLIOPE:
Howls of delight and cries of ’ONE OF US!’ echoed through the arena as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Eager for any reason to get up and roar, the sold out crowd leapt to its collective feet when the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. Shortly thereafter the Queen of Outre Space swept the curtain aside and dashed straight into that chromatic insanity with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. Skidding to a stop a short distance a little ways down the ramp, Calliope spread her arms wide and shouted, “HAPPY TRYPTOPHAN FESTIVAL 2015, FAWN! ANYONE WANNA WATCH ME TREAT THIS KITTY LIKE A TURKEY?”
The crowd told her they’d like that very much and so Cali resumed her trek secure in the knowledge that the fun was just getting started. For her match tonight she wore lime green sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy pink halter top. Her boots were Sinestro Corps yellow, her pads were dark blue and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a bright arterial red. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and engaged Merle the referee in a brief but emphatic thumb wrestling match (she won of course) before allowing him to check her pads and boots. Once that was done she padded back to the buckles to await the start of the only November tradition more prone to violence than cutting in line on Black Friday.
The bell sounded and Calliope bounded out of her corner with the sort of enthusiasm Gata found irritating in children and downright sickening in grown-ass women. Her own approach was much more measured but the crowd didn’t boo her for stalling, not with that much hip swinging swagger packed into every step. Angling right as she approached the freak, Diabla raised her nose and drew in a deep breath. “Damn chica,” she taunted, “you even smell weird.”
Calliope’s eyes went wide with delight instead of anger. “You can TALK?” she said incredulously. “As if the zebras weren’t cool enough! I always wanted a talking kitty!”
Frowning at the odd response, Gata dropped her guard for the briefest of moments and paid for it when Cali lunged in to wrap her in a crushing…. hug?
Yep.
Calliope pinned Gata’s arms to her sides, lifted her off the mat and twirled around in a circle once, twice, thrice! The Hellcat shrieked in surprised dismay and shoved herself clear of the weirdo as soon as her feet returned to the mat. “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing, puta?” the red-faced blonde snarled. “I’ll claw your face off for that!”
Calliope’s smile faded ever so slightly. “Kitty shouldn’t talk like that. Bad talking kitties have to spend time with Mr. Spray Bottle.”
Gata raised her hands to pounce, the thought better of it. “I’m sorry.” she mewled, her voice heavy with regret. “It’s just, I haven’t had anyone to play with in soooooo long. I get grouchy sometimes.”
Calliope beamed. “Ohhh, that’s ok! I wasn’t gonna spray you anyway. C’mere, I’ll scratch your ears.” The idiot actually had the nerve to approach, an intrusion Gata tolerated only until the brunette was close enough to “YEEOOOUUUCCCCH!”
LGD flicked out both hands and raked Cali’s face from hairline to chin. “Don’t go!” the blonde purred when Calliope yelped and staggered away. “You’re gonna be my scratching post!” Then she bounded after the retreating Frightener and scored her from shoulders to buttocks almost half a dozen times before Calliope reached the ropes.
Swinging Cali around to face her before she could invoke a break, Diabla snatched a wrist, dropped back and slung her opponent across the ring with an Irish Whip. She held back until the brunette hit the far ropes, then she broke into a sprint, took to the skies and flicked out her right leg. It THWHUMPED across Calliope’s chest at a near perfect forty-five degrees and knocked her flat just as neat as you please.
INAZUMA LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX1UWo1MMuY
Though she enjoyed toying with hapless prey as much as the next feline, Gata wanted a shot at Lily Burlingame’s gold in the worst way, so she immediately pounced across Cali’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
the brunette kicked out right after ‘ONE!’ a stern reminder of her own ring acumen. “Kitty really needs her claws trimmed.” Calliope noted with a remarkable absence of malice. “Otherwise we won’t let her sleep on the couch any morRREERRGGGGHH!”
Gata grabbed her by the ears and twisted, making sure to let her nails dig in deep as possible. “I don’t need a couch, freak. Your face will do just fine.” Jerking Calliope to a seat, the Hellcat drilled a knee between her shoulders, then cupped the other woman’s jaw in both hands and reefed back. A bit surprised to see a Chinlock from someone as kinetic as Gata this early in a bout, Merle the referee was about to check on his charges when Gata hooked three fingers on each hand into Calliope’s mouth and widened her smile by several inches. “Kitty’s got her claws in you now, puta.” the blonde sneered. “Tap out before she rips your face ofFOOWWW! REF! SHE’S BITING ME!”
“Then get your fingers out of her mouth!” the ref answered without missing a beat.
Gata did and any beats she might’ve missed were picked up by Calliope in the form of a pointed elbow that landed between the brunette’s eyes. Cupping Cali’s chin with her other hand, LGD administered a second Elbow Smash for good measure before jerking her to boot leather. “You wanna bite me?” she twined her fingers in the brunette’s hair and gave her head a painful shake. “Well do what you want, chica, but I bite back!” The threat was barely out of her mouth when Gata filled it with her foe, the wicked blonde just gnawing away on the thin flesh of Calliope’s forehead.
“Cut it out with the teeth, Gata! You know better than that!” Much like her namesake, Gata utterly ignored the ref’s demands until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on a brisk count. Favoring him with a ‘don’t f*ck with me’ glare as she stepped away from the squealing battler, the Ravenous Ruda grasped her prey by the nape of the neck and marched her over to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNGED face-first into the top turnbuckle. Cali’s knees shuddered but she didn’t go down, so Gata stepped off and led her back the way they’d come. Separated from her opponent by no more then a yard, La Gata Diabla sprang into the air and PWAAAKED both heels into Calliope’s jaw.
Felled by the Standing Dropkick, the Queen of Outré Space looked up at the pretty overhead lights and wondered why all the talking animals she met had to be such jerks. This was the thought that crossed her mind as Gata popped up and ran the ropes. Taking flight from only a little ways out, the low flying luchadora curled into a ball and peeled off four hundred and fifty degrees worth of rotation before she stretched out and THWHUMPED down atop Calliope’s exposed middle. Cali’s legs flew up and LGD hooked the far one to strengthen the cradle that folded her foe in half for…
RUNNING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1XiUPGciG0
ONE…
TWO…
The Eclectic Eel kicked out far too close to ‘TWO!’ for Gata’s liking. “Shouldn’t fight too hard, freak.” her hands were in Calliope’s hair again and doing everything possible to pull it out by the roots. “Otherwise I’ll get all sweaty and then you really won’t like it when I decide to curl up on your nose.
“Errrgghhh….. I think… think you misunderstood the boundaries of our relationship.” Cali answered through clenched teeth. “You sleep at the foot of the NNNNGGGHH!”
Gata dropped a knee into her opponent’s belly and used the resultant spasm to haul the taller woman to her feet. “No, YOU’RE the one who doesn’t understand.” She traded in her hairholds for a far more legal Knuckle-Lock on the brunette’s right hand. A single brisk SMACK to the face kept Calliope from offering any resistance when Gata turned toward the nearest corner and raced for it at top speed. A burst of grudging approval from the crowd as she hopped from the floor to the middle rope and from the middle rope to the top rope on the far side of the ring post all in less than two seconds flat. She was just about to leap when Calliope stepped in, planted her left hand against the blonde’s tush and gave her a hard shove. The aforementioned approval transformed into a sympathetic groan as Gata soared out into space and THWHAPPED into the floor only inches from the steel guardrail.
“Kitty should learn to sheath her claws.” Cali murmured in the midst of tending to her various scratches and scrapes. “Otherwise I might clip ‘em all the way down to nubs.”
Outside, Gata wrapped a hand around the barricade and used it to drag herself to her knees. Ugly as the fall looked on camera she’d landed pretty well, all she needed to do now was get her wind back. Breathing as deeply as she could, the Hellcat clambered to her feet, turned around and “NNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Not about to let the bad old talking kitty show her up in a somersault contest, Calliope bounced off the ropes on the far side of the ring and charged back at top speed. With her runway rapidly dwindling she leapt up and soared over the top rope in a headfirst dive that transformed into a flawless somersault when she tucked her head and barreled into the rickety luchadora. Gata managed to get her arms up at the last second, not that it was nearly enough to keep the One Woman Freak Show from bowling her down.
SOMERSAULT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCMF6xBYHE
Tumbling clear of the trouble she’d caused, Calliope popped to boot leather and raised both hands overhead in a glorious ‘TAH-DAH!’ that earned an enthusiastic round of applause from the FAWNatics. “Kitty shouldn’t play outside.” Cali told the recovering blonde once the noise had died down. “There’s all sorts of nasty things that like to hurt kitties.”
Down on all fours, La Gata huffed “Guuuhhhhh…. gonna take something a lot nastier than you to keep me down, putaAAGGGHHHH!”
Her vitriol gave way to disgusted surprise when Calliope circled around behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hugging with all her might, the Queen of Outré Space powered kitty to her feet, then shifted her grip so that only her right arm was threaded across Gata’s waist. The other went behind her knees, making it all the easier for Calliope to hoist the ferocious feline bundle up under one arm. “Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, kitty!” Cali’s response radiated nothing but earnestness even though she’d made no attempt to toss her opponent under the bottom rope. “I just want you to be on your guard out he--OH HEY, A CAT TOWER!”
She said it so emphatically that a good number of fans looked around for a cat tower. There was none of course, at least not one that an *ahem*, normal mind would recognize. Calliope was anything but normal however and so no one was particularly surprised when she sidled up against the steel guardrail. “I have to go get some kitty treats,” Cali explained to some fans in the front row. “Would you mind keeping an eye on this one? She can be a bit rambunctious but she’s pretty tired right now.” Not quite daring to tell the brunette no, they agreed at once, then cringed openly when Calliope swung her foe’s legs over the barricade and BWUNKED her spine-first atop the railing. Gata arched into a ‘U’ and would’ve slopped to the floor if Cali hadn’t maintained control over the blonde’s waist. “You can go ahead and hold her paws.” the Frightener indicated Gata’s boots, which twitched erratically after the wicked Backbreaker. “Don’t worry if she starts to meow, she’s kind of a drama queen.” A guy and girl in identical Shea London tee-shirts took control of Gata’s shins, leaving her trapped in an extremely unpleasant twist on the Tree of Woe once Calliope let her drop. “Be good for mama, kitty!” she called as she called as she jogged toward the steel steps.
In the ring, Merle paused his count at ‘THIRTEEN!’ to say, “C’mon Calliope, let’s bring it inside. You know kitty, dammit, I mean, Gata, can’t be outside for too long!”
“Wont be long now talking zebra!” Cali’d already turned back to her opponent, who’d hauled herself almost parallel to the floor in a sort of hanging sit-up. “I’ve got her treat right here!” The ref didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, not until she raced back to the upended luchadora and sprang straight up. Extending both legs at the apex of her ascent, Calliope brought the bulk of her right thigh THWAPPING down across Gata’s chest in a perfectly crazy Leg Drop.
The hurt was actually threefold -- aside from the initial impact LGD got the back of her head banged against the base of the railing, then landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders when the pair of assholes holding her boots finally let go.
Aware that the bossy talking zebra wanted her to come back in the house sooner than later, Calliope hauled kitty up by trunks n’ tresses, ran across the narrow aisle and tossed her under the bottom rope. She hopped onto the apron shortly thereafter and would’ve dipped through the ropes if not for where Gata had come to a stop within the squared circle.
“OOOOHH! BOUNCE ON KITTY! I LOVE THAT GAME!” Grinning from ear to ear, she hurried to the nearest corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and hopped to the third floor. After a moment spent to confirm her footing, the One Woman Freak Show straightened up and waved down to the nearest cameraman. “HEY EVE, HOW YA DOIN’! SUMMER CAMP’S GREAT, I’M PLAYING WITH A KITTY NOW AND THERE’S GONNA BE GHOST STORIES LATER!”
Eager to get back to her new friend, Calliope crouched down and launched herself up and out in a great springy leap. Touching her fingers to her toes a heartbeat before she crested the top of the rise, Cali stretched out full length and came down across Gata’s tummy with a ring-shivering THAWHAM! Gata’s legs kicked straight up but Calliope didn’t hook them. Rather she pushed back on her haunches, threw a leg over the shuddering blonde and took a heavy seat on her chest. Forcing her palms into the flattened feline’s tummy, the mismatched brunette threw back her head and helped count…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
The Hellcat showed a little of her usual fire n’ brimstone by shoving her attacker off with half a second to spare. “Oh good!” Calliope clapped her hands as soon as she was vertical again. “I was hoping for a second round of Bounce on Kitty.” Gata only coughed, which Cali took as tacit approval to head for the corner she’d just flown from. Gripping the top rope in both hands, she put a foot on the middle strand and climbed onto her favorite perch. The crowd cheered her arrival, which made Calliope smile. “Thank you, thank you very much! I’d like to thank our talented writers, boom operators and the good folks at craft services! Without their help there’s no way this season of Captain Kangaroo would’ve NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
What she’d taken for praise was actually a cry of warning, unfortunately Calliope didn’t realize it until Gata shoved her feet out from under her. The fall was short but remarkably unpleasant, Cali groaning low and sick when her undercarriage BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle.
“Bounce on Kitty is done for the night, bytch.” LGD huffed to her cringing adversary. “Now we’re going to play MY favorite game. It’s called Shred-A-Slut. I’ll go first.” Calliope didn’t get a chance to protest before the Ravenous Ruda crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the taller woman’s back. Cringing away did no good, Gata only stepped a little closer and ran her nails down opposing back another half dozen times. Those furrows were deepening from pink to red when the referee scurried over and said, “All right Gata, that’s enough. Get her off there!”
“Get her down?” Gata asked with false concern. “Whatever you say!” Snatching a double handful of hair, the Hellcat wrenched her prey’s head back & forth, then pulled her back until the freak was hanging upside down in a far more traditional Tree of Woe. “Know what I love about Shred-A-Slut?” Gata asked as she dropped to her knees. “It’s so versatile! I can play it anywhere, anytime and from any angle!”
To prove it she raised those wicked talons again and went to work on Calliope’s abs with a tummy-torturing flurry of scrapes and scratches. The vulnerable vixen squealed and squirmed, a valiant but otherwise useless effort to save her midsection from those well manicured claws. Relief didn’t come until Merle swatted Gata’s shoulder and demanded, “I said get her OUT!”
The blonde paused, though she didn’t pull her fingers away from her opponent’s abs. “All right gringo, I hear you. Gimme a second.” She stood up, reached for Calliope’s knees as if to undo the Tree, then grabbed hold of her foe’s bottoms and YANKED down in a vile inverted wedgie! Gata pulled on the distended fabric until Merle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Then she pressed in close and prized the brunette’s legs off the turnbuckles. Stuffing those trapped gams under her armpits, La Gata Diabla stepped out of the corner, swung around in a half circle and hauled Calliope up until the freak’s back was smudged against her chest. An awkward position to be sure, yet one the Hellcat maintained with ease as she swung around in a half circle and stamped toward the center of the ring. Well clear of any potential rope-related assist, Gata rocked back on her heels and broke half the Waistlock. Pressing her free hand between Calliope’s shoulders, she pushed down and sat out full force. THWHUMP! Cali hit the thinly-sheathed plywood on her face and chest and bounced up, her body’s natural inclination to roll over exploited by the blonde who used it to transition the Wheelbarrow Facebuster into a Reverse Matchbook.
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5OAq8tTD5U
Tush planted firm on the freak’s chest, Gata leaaaaaaned back on the pin and smirked into the lights while Merle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Calliope kicked those long legs and bucked her kitten loose with a good second to spare. Gata offered the official some choice words about the speed of his count, but they were more for show than anything else. This crazy bytch had laid some serious hurt on her earlier in the match and the lascivious luchadora wasn’t quite done balancing the scales just yet.
“Here’s another fun game, freak.” Gata ran her fingers through Calliope’s hair a few times before clamping shut and hauling her to boot leather. “Whack-a-Mole. You be the mallet and the mat’s the mole. There’s one now!” She spiked a Toe Kick into the brunette’s gut, hopped into the air and dropped to her tush, all the better to THWHUNK Cali down on her forehead and chest.
More bouncing from the taller woman, but LGD didn’t try for a cover this time around. Rather she slid in close enough to wedge Calliope’s chin against the top of her crotch. It wasn’t a smother in the slightest, but with the Frightener’s head bent back at a painful angle and her arms trapped beneath the blonde’s thighs, she sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere quick. “Told you once, freak.” she cooed. “Shred-A-Slut’s a versatile game. And now it’s time for round two.”
Her already questionable braincase fogged by the back to back Facebusters, Calliope could only wriggle in her foe’s grasp. “Fuuuhhhh… fun game, kitty. But I think it’s my turn NOOOOOWWWWW!”
Gata leaned forward, hooked her talons into the slim curve of brunette backside and raaaaaaaked all the way up to Cali’s vinyl top. Much like potato chips and other potentially unhealthy treats, one back rake was never enough and so Gata set to work on a pattern of welts and furrows as complex as the one she’d tattooed on her opponent’s tummy. “Ask her!” Gata demanded once she’d abandoned her raking in favor of kneading Calliope’s glutes. “Ask the pathetic weirdo if she quits!”
Merle had no idea what to call this particular knot, he just knew that the scratches on Calliope’s back were looking worse and worse. Sinking to one knee beside the action, he said, “How you doing, Calliope? Need me to call for the bell?”
She shook her head ‘no’ and waggled an index finger for good measure. “No way Jose, I mean, talking zebra! Kitty and I aren’t done having fun MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Gata buried both hands in the brunette’s hair and stuffed her face into the center of her trunks. “That’s right bytch, we’re NOT done!” Smother still in place, LGD reached down with both hands, helped herself to a whole lot of sequined trunks and saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawed ‘em deep between Calliope’s cheeks. “Listen close now!” Gata commanded Merle over the not-so-muffled sounds of her victim’s shrieks. “Little Miss Mental Health 2015 is gonna be tapping out any time NOOOWWW BYTCH!”
The Ravenous Ruda relinquished the wedgie and her face grind at the same time and butt-scooted well clear of the red-faced Monster of the Midway. Focused on something on her inner thigh, the blonde pulled her hand away and snarled at the bright red crescent of teeth marks she found. “Oooooohhhh, you’re gonna pay for that, puta.” she murmured. “Gonna pay for that with every last breath you’ve got.”
On her feet within heartbeats, LGD stomped over to the prone battler and hauled her up with dual handfuls of top. Nothing fancy about what came next, only a simple Kneelift that hit *just* high enough above the waistband to keep her from getting a warning from the official. Not that any mere warning could’ve stopped Gata from slipping her left arm over Calliope’s shoulder and her right arm between the taller wrestler’s thighs. From there she scooped Cali up onto her shoulder and positioned her so that her head was pointing almost straight down. Then she pushed onto her toes and dropped to a seat while simultaneous THUNKING Calliope on the back of her head with a Juvi Driver. Gata didn’t land in a Reverse Face Sit proper, that’s why she lifted herself up, slid forward a bit and plopped her buns flush in Calliope’s forehead. Drawing Calliope’s right leg to her in a tawdry Half Matchbook, Gata worked her hips in lurid little circles that kept time with the…
JUVI DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq-1I0yrpIc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!
The Hellcat popped up and scampered away, both hands pressed snug to her bum. “BIT ME AGAIN!?” she roared. “BYTCH, ARE YOU TIRED OF BEING ALIVE?”
Finding that she didn’t care about the answer one way or another, Gata ripped her rival off the mat and once again slashed her face with those cruel claws. Merle’s warning did nothing but provide a white noise backdrop as the blonde turned and made the short trek to the ropes. The Hellcat leapt onto the middle strand from a little ways out, launched herself back out and twisted around in mid-air to lash out with a Roundhouse that THWHUNK! The Queen of Outré Space dipped her head at the last moment and took possession of Gata’s ankle as she flew overhead. Moving in one direction even as Gata soared away in the other, Cali twisted around and gave the captured limb a sturdy yank. Gata went from flying feline to dropped rock in the blink of an eye, the startled battler landing hard on her chin and chest.
She was trying to blink away the stars behind her eyes when a cold, angry voice said, “Turned us into a pretty good scratching post, pussy. So now we’ll turn you into a sniveling bytch.”
Still tethered to her foe by one ankle, Gata found herself rolled over and looking up into the dark, furious eyes of one Candice Akeley. “What, you’re supposed to be the one that’s less f*cked up?” Gata huffed. “Am I supposed to be scared or somethWHOOAAHHH! NOOOOOO LEEMMMMMEEE GOOOOOOOOO!”
Candice snatched Gata’s free foot and stuffed it under her arm. Hands locked to keep the luchadora’s boots firmly in her possession, Candice hoisted her burden off the mat by a few inches and started to spin. Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each revolution. Conditioned to count anything that happened more than once, the FAWNatics did their best to tally every zoom and twirl. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN… ELEVEN… TWELVE… THIRTEEN!’
If Calliope had been driving she would’ve worked the Giant Swing until her world was spinning and Gata’s was a nauseated blur. Akeley on the other hand only used it to ensure Gata was nice and soft when the brunette rolled her onto her tummy and stepped over. Dropping to a seat as soon as her balance was set, Candice craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked on the Boston Crab until Gata was yowling like some pampered tabby left out overnight.
Hesitant to risk a claw across his cheek, Merle waited until the tips of Gata’s boots were more than halfway to the back of her head before he swooped in to ask, “What do you say, Gata? Tell me some--”
“Don’t.” Candice commanded. “You’ll know when she’s done. I’ll make SURE you know.” Too wary of Calliope’s ‘sane’ half to offer a counterpoint, the referee stood up and backed off, leaving Gata to deal with the Screamin’ Swing all by her lonesome.
Pinned flat by the agonizing stretch, Gata streeeeeeeetched one hand toward the ropes and when that came up well short she craned her arm back at an odd angle in search of the brunette’s hair. No luck, she only scrabbled at Candice’s back, the angle such that even her talons were robbed of the worst of their power. Akeley smirked at the ineffectual struggles. “What’s wrong, pussy? Feeling some strain?” She rocked back n’ forth, essentially bouncing her butt into the hollow of the blonde’s strained spine. “Wail if you want. Maybe Calliope will hear and take pity. I sure as hell won’t.”
“Kiss my ass, puta!” Gata sneered. “Your crazy ass ain’t got what it takes to EEERRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!” Candice stamped one foot and leaned back all the farther. Doing so actually brought her hair into range of Gata’s fingers, but now the struggling luchadora was too preoccupied with wailing that grabbing hold never crossed her mind. “NUUUUUHHHHH…. NOT GONNA BEAT ME, BYTCH!”
Gata slammed her palms into the mat, dug in as best she could and hoisted her upper body off the canvas. This pseudo push-up stopped a little south of her navel, yet that was enough to get her started inching toward the ropes. Candice felt this, though she made no move to stop it. The Swing wasn’t supposed to finish this smutty little tabby, just make her nice and docile when it WAS time to finish her off. Unaware of the fragmented brunette’s thought process, LGD continued her trek to the strands, progress alternately slowing down or speeding up depending on how much pressure Akeley exerted at the moment. Almost numb from the waist on down by the time she reached those last six inches of mat, Gata collapsed to her elbows and crawled / dragged her way across the finish line. “ROPES!” she shouted. “ROPES! I’M IN THE ROPES!” She’d expected the freak to make her hold out for a ‘FOUR!’ count so she was surprised and relieved when Candice let loose at once.
But that brief satisfaction winked out when the Ruthless Realist grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head and shoulders between the bottom and middle ropes. “GET OFFA ME!” the blonde shrieked. “BITCH, BACK OFF OR I’LL NO! WHAT’RE YOU DOING!?” Candice hooked her biceps, pulled her up and angled Gata’s arms over the second rope. Then she helped herself to Gata’s ankles and lifted her legs up until the other woman’s head was pointed almost straight down and the pits of her knees were draped over the top rope. “I swear to god, Candice.” Gata rasped. “If you don’t back the f*ck off I’ll tear you--”
“Candice is in the back seat now!” Calliope explained cheerfully. “Leave a message with me if you want, but I don’t know if she’ll answer. I don’t think she likes you much.” Cali slipped out onto the apron, where she inspected this clever version of the Tree of Woe she and Candi had invented. “Come to think of it, I don’t like you either. You scratched my tummy and pulled on my undies in front of everyone. Gonna have to get you back now.” Gata didn’t like that sound of that at all. “Don’t you dare, you crazy bytch.” she threatened.
“If you don’t get me out of these ropes right now I’ll AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEHHHHH!”
Calliope grabbed a double handful of Gata’s briefs then dropped from the apron to the floor with a malicious fusion of Hot Shot and wedgie that transformed the already scant material into the skimpiest of thongs. “How’s it hanging, sweet cheeks?” the Frightener tugged Gata’s nigh-invisible bottoms once more, then darted in and ‘pwaaaked’ a kiss on one defenseless glute.
Gata didn’t reply, she was too busy whimpering through the pain wrought by the lycra garrote sawing into her clefts fore and aft. The lack of response didn’t bother Cali, she only slid under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Grabbing Gata by the knees, she pulled her back and down, then took hold of the blonde’s bottoms one more time. Gata rose on legs that looked like they could give way at any moment, thankfully they didn’t have to last very long. Calliope tugged her prey away from the ropes, relinquished her tether and slipped her right arm under Gata’s right bicep in a Half Nelson. She reached over with her left hand, clamped down on the reeling lovely’s wrist and yanked it tight across her windpipe. The Hellcat’s eyes went wide and she lunged toward sanctuary but Cali pulled the noose tight and sealed her fate. The Eclectic Eel bent her knees and rose up on her toes to yank Gata into the air. It would’ve been a helluva slam if she’d laid out on her belly, but she did not. Rather she fell back and spread her legs in a welcoming ‘V’, all the better to clamp around Gata’s waist when she fell into the brunette’s clutches.
PENNYWISE LOCK @ 1:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=159xIm06vfI
Pennywise Lock cinched in deep, Calliope CRUSHED down on the Bodyscissors and wrenched the Stranglehold back n’ forth as hard as she could. “Guuuuhhhhhhh…ggghhhppphhhhaaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhh!” Gata’s legs kicked wildly, her feet beating a frantic tattoo against the canvas. Choked by her own bicep, she prized at the noose with her left hand, then snatched a handful of Calliope’s hair when that didn’t work. Cali hissed, but didn’t bother to get the talking zebra’s attention, she could handle this on her own.
“No more playing, kitty.” she cooed in the blonde’s right ear. “Now it’s time for you to float.” She licked Gata’s ear from top to bottom, then chomped down on the lobe.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPPP!” Gata sobbed in red-faced agony, the usually cocky bombshell genuinely fearful for her stinging ear. Calliope stopped biting but she must’ve liked the taste of Gata’s ear because she kept on licking and teasing, even as the blonde’s face got redder and redder. Disgusted by the feel of her attacker’s tongue and weakened to the point of exhaustion by the dual coils around her neck and waist, La Gata Diabla abruptly reached the end of her nine lives. “NO MAS!” she yowled. “NO MAS! I GIVE!”
Calliope kissed her cheek one more time before undoing her bonds and shoving the luchadora away. The sound of the bell still echoed in the rafters when the Announcer confirmed the outcome. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CALLIOPE!”
The victorious battler stood up and grinned when Merle raised her hand. “And still the undisputed wedgie queen of the galaxy!” she told the bemused official. “Make me mad and I’ll make your cheeks sad! Isn’t that right, kitty?” Gata didn’t answer because she’d already rolled to the bottom rope where she nursed her aches and her wedgie in relative peace. “Awwwww, I don’t think kitty wants to play anymore.” Calliope sounded disappointed. “Nuts, I was gonna make a video of her playing in a cardboard box. It’s so adorable when she does NNNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
A forearm smashed into the back of her head, knocking Cali to all fours. “What’re you doing?” Merle demanded of the interloper. “Get outta here now or I’ll AAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
ASHLEY CONDA:
Ashley Conda rounded on the black & white and ‘PFFFWWOOOSSSHED!’ a slimy green cloud into his face. Poor Merle went stumbling away to the ropes where he stayed until long after the deed was done. Once again alone with the vulnerable Frightener, Miranda’s newest convert straddled her target’s back and THUMPED her butt into the small of Calliope’s back. Cali grunted, went down on her stomach and started to push right back up. So Ashley butt bombed her again and this time she maintained her perch.
“You did wonderfully well against that odious feline.” the copper-skinned brunette cooed. “But I wonder if you’ll fare so well against another dweller in darkness. Shall we find out, my little sideshow pet?”
“I’m no one’s pet.” Calliope grunted. “Now get offa me, Cobra CommandGGUUUURGGGGHHHHHKK!”
Ashley yanked her victim’s head back and snaked an arm around that vulnerable throat. Free hand palmed against the back of Calliope’s skull, Conda clamped down on the Sleeper, then rolled onto her back and slipped both legs around her foe’s waist. Her ankles locked immediately thereafter and Cali found herself wriggling like a mouse caught in the coils of a python. Even so, the Queen of Outré Space did not go gently into that dread night, she kicked and bucked, elbowed, gouged and prized at any bit of skin she could reach. It all proved for naught though, the Serpentine Churchgoer worked the Chokehold with heartless patience and it wasn’t long before the mismatched brunette’s struggles slowed to a crawl.
Her smile widening as Calliope’s limbs fell still, Conda pressed her muzzle to the other woman’s ear and cooed, “Miranda hasn’t forgotten you or the other freak. She gave me the opportunity to pick one or the other for destruction and I chose you.” she paused as a momentarily resurgent Cali pounded an elbow into her ribs. “But do not give in to terror just yet, little mouse. Because I am the queen of constrictors and I work slow. Minute by minute, night by night, match by match, my coils grip your sinner’s frame ever tighter. This is a mercy, whether you know it or not. When I finally set you atop my sister’s altar you will find you don’t have any breath left to scream. That will not be the case with Evelyn, when and if we decide to avenge ourselves upon her.”
Red-faced and rasping, Calliope whispered, “Nuuuuhhhhh…. never had a championship belt…. guess….. guess… I’ll haftamakeone… outta…. yuuuuuuuuuuu.” Cali’s eyes drifted shut and her breathing steadied out into the monotonous ebb and flow of the blissfully unconscious.
Disentangling herself several seconds later, Ashley Conda stood up and planted one foot on either side of the defenseless brunette’s waist. Hands on her hips, the black-clad, Ouroboros adorned battler fixed her yellowy gaze on the nearest camera and added her first verse to Miranda Wainright’s magnum opus. “Even monsters fear where serpents crawl. And Midnight comes for one and all.”
The pulsing strains of My Darkest Days’ ‘Porn Star Dancing‘, shoved their way through the speakers, drawing a huge round of jeers from the capacity crowd. To vociferous boos (and more than a few catcalls), La Gata Diabla slunk through the curtain. For this hot battle on a cool night she wore white briefs with green trim. Her trademark leather chaps were blood red and shielded her outer legs but revealed tempting glances of her inner thighs. Meanwhile, her white push-up top with green trim worked overtime to give an already mouthwatering bosom that little extra ‘oomph!’
LA GATA DIABLA:
Looks alone were good enough for a small smattering of cheers mixed in with the jeers--which was just how the Ferocious Feline liked it. She strutted down the aisle side by side, making it a point to keep just out of the reach of the ringside imbeciles--all while stoking their fires with each sensuous stride, their hips swiveling in a way that drew the eye like a magnet. The vitriol continued unabated in fact it grew that much louder as Gata continued to ignore the masses. None of it seemed to bother Gata in the least. This was her house, and she knew it. As much as the fools loathed her, as much as they tried to convince themselves it’s one of the good girls on the horizon that they want to emerge victorious, Ms. Kitty Sadistico knew better. It was HER that they burned for... and they would burn for her as badly and as long as she wished it.
The Hellcat paused at the base of the steps, if only to look over one shoulder while she swished her hips at the mouth breathers in the front row. After a quick strut up the steel steps Gata slipped a leg through the ropes and gracefully swung her upper body through the strands. Almost as soon as she has pulled her other leg into the ring, the tawdry blonde battler turned to the corner and sprang onto the middle buckle with arms raised high overhead. “You jeer now,” she purred, “but you’ll be purring long before I use that crazy bytch as my scratching post.”
With Gata still giving the crowd what for, the Announcer took a deep breath and said, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freakshow, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
ONE ARMED SCISSOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ge6ttcFrvA
CALLIOPE:
Howls of delight and cries of ’ONE OF US!’ echoed through the arena as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Eager for any reason to get up and roar, the sold out crowd leapt to its collective feet when the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. Shortly thereafter the Queen of Outre Space swept the curtain aside and dashed straight into that chromatic insanity with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. Skidding to a stop a short distance a little ways down the ramp, Calliope spread her arms wide and shouted, “HAPPY TRYPTOPHAN FESTIVAL 2015, FAWN! ANYONE WANNA WATCH ME TREAT THIS KITTY LIKE A TURKEY?”
The crowd told her they’d like that very much and so Cali resumed her trek secure in the knowledge that the fun was just getting started. For her match tonight she wore lime green sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy pink halter top. Her boots were Sinestro Corps yellow, her pads were dark blue and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a bright arterial red. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and engaged Merle the referee in a brief but emphatic thumb wrestling match (she won of course) before allowing him to check her pads and boots. Once that was done she padded back to the buckles to await the start of the only November tradition more prone to violence than cutting in line on Black Friday.
The bell sounded and Calliope bounded out of her corner with the sort of enthusiasm Gata found irritating in children and downright sickening in grown-ass women. Her own approach was much more measured but the crowd didn’t boo her for stalling, not with that much hip swinging swagger packed into every step. Angling right as she approached the freak, Diabla raised her nose and drew in a deep breath. “Damn chica,” she taunted, “you even smell weird.”
Calliope’s eyes went wide with delight instead of anger. “You can TALK?” she said incredulously. “As if the zebras weren’t cool enough! I always wanted a talking kitty!”
Frowning at the odd response, Gata dropped her guard for the briefest of moments and paid for it when Cali lunged in to wrap her in a crushing…. hug?
Yep.
Calliope pinned Gata’s arms to her sides, lifted her off the mat and twirled around in a circle once, twice, thrice! The Hellcat shrieked in surprised dismay and shoved herself clear of the weirdo as soon as her feet returned to the mat. “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing, puta?” the red-faced blonde snarled. “I’ll claw your face off for that!”
Calliope’s smile faded ever so slightly. “Kitty shouldn’t talk like that. Bad talking kitties have to spend time with Mr. Spray Bottle.”
Gata raised her hands to pounce, the thought better of it. “I’m sorry.” she mewled, her voice heavy with regret. “It’s just, I haven’t had anyone to play with in soooooo long. I get grouchy sometimes.”
Calliope beamed. “Ohhh, that’s ok! I wasn’t gonna spray you anyway. C’mere, I’ll scratch your ears.” The idiot actually had the nerve to approach, an intrusion Gata tolerated only until the brunette was close enough to “YEEOOOUUUCCCCH!”
LGD flicked out both hands and raked Cali’s face from hairline to chin. “Don’t go!” the blonde purred when Calliope yelped and staggered away. “You’re gonna be my scratching post!” Then she bounded after the retreating Frightener and scored her from shoulders to buttocks almost half a dozen times before Calliope reached the ropes.
Swinging Cali around to face her before she could invoke a break, Diabla snatched a wrist, dropped back and slung her opponent across the ring with an Irish Whip. She held back until the brunette hit the far ropes, then she broke into a sprint, took to the skies and flicked out her right leg. It THWHUMPED across Calliope’s chest at a near perfect forty-five degrees and knocked her flat just as neat as you please.
INAZUMA LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XX1UWo1MMuY
Though she enjoyed toying with hapless prey as much as the next feline, Gata wanted a shot at Lily Burlingame’s gold in the worst way, so she immediately pounced across Cali’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
the brunette kicked out right after ‘ONE!’ a stern reminder of her own ring acumen. “Kitty really needs her claws trimmed.” Calliope noted with a remarkable absence of malice. “Otherwise we won’t let her sleep on the couch any morRREERRGGGGHH!”
Gata grabbed her by the ears and twisted, making sure to let her nails dig in deep as possible. “I don’t need a couch, freak. Your face will do just fine.” Jerking Calliope to a seat, the Hellcat drilled a knee between her shoulders, then cupped the other woman’s jaw in both hands and reefed back. A bit surprised to see a Chinlock from someone as kinetic as Gata this early in a bout, Merle the referee was about to check on his charges when Gata hooked three fingers on each hand into Calliope’s mouth and widened her smile by several inches. “Kitty’s got her claws in you now, puta.” the blonde sneered. “Tap out before she rips your face ofFOOWWW! REF! SHE’S BITING ME!”
“Then get your fingers out of her mouth!” the ref answered without missing a beat.
Gata did and any beats she might’ve missed were picked up by Calliope in the form of a pointed elbow that landed between the brunette’s eyes. Cupping Cali’s chin with her other hand, LGD administered a second Elbow Smash for good measure before jerking her to boot leather. “You wanna bite me?” she twined her fingers in the brunette’s hair and gave her head a painful shake. “Well do what you want, chica, but I bite back!” The threat was barely out of her mouth when Gata filled it with her foe, the wicked blonde just gnawing away on the thin flesh of Calliope’s forehead.
“Cut it out with the teeth, Gata! You know better than that!” Much like her namesake, Gata utterly ignored the ref’s demands until he reached ‘FOUR!’ on a brisk count. Favoring him with a ‘don’t f*ck with me’ glare as she stepped away from the squealing battler, the Ravenous Ruda grasped her prey by the nape of the neck and marched her over to the nearest corner where she BWUUUNGED face-first into the top turnbuckle. Cali’s knees shuddered but she didn’t go down, so Gata stepped off and led her back the way they’d come. Separated from her opponent by no more then a yard, La Gata Diabla sprang into the air and PWAAAKED both heels into Calliope’s jaw.
Felled by the Standing Dropkick, the Queen of Outré Space looked up at the pretty overhead lights and wondered why all the talking animals she met had to be such jerks. This was the thought that crossed her mind as Gata popped up and ran the ropes. Taking flight from only a little ways out, the low flying luchadora curled into a ball and peeled off four hundred and fifty degrees worth of rotation before she stretched out and THWHUMPED down atop Calliope’s exposed middle. Cali’s legs flew up and LGD hooked the far one to strengthen the cradle that folded her foe in half for…
RUNNING 450 SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1XiUPGciG0
ONE…
TWO…
The Eclectic Eel kicked out far too close to ‘TWO!’ for Gata’s liking. “Shouldn’t fight too hard, freak.” her hands were in Calliope’s hair again and doing everything possible to pull it out by the roots. “Otherwise I’ll get all sweaty and then you really won’t like it when I decide to curl up on your nose.
“Errrgghhh….. I think… think you misunderstood the boundaries of our relationship.” Cali answered through clenched teeth. “You sleep at the foot of the NNNNGGGHH!”
Gata dropped a knee into her opponent’s belly and used the resultant spasm to haul the taller woman to her feet. “No, YOU’RE the one who doesn’t understand.” She traded in her hairholds for a far more legal Knuckle-Lock on the brunette’s right hand. A single brisk SMACK to the face kept Calliope from offering any resistance when Gata turned toward the nearest corner and raced for it at top speed. A burst of grudging approval from the crowd as she hopped from the floor to the middle rope and from the middle rope to the top rope on the far side of the ring post all in less than two seconds flat. She was just about to leap when Calliope stepped in, planted her left hand against the blonde’s tush and gave her a hard shove. The aforementioned approval transformed into a sympathetic groan as Gata soared out into space and THWHAPPED into the floor only inches from the steel guardrail.
“Kitty should learn to sheath her claws.” Cali murmured in the midst of tending to her various scratches and scrapes. “Otherwise I might clip ‘em all the way down to nubs.”
Outside, Gata wrapped a hand around the barricade and used it to drag herself to her knees. Ugly as the fall looked on camera she’d landed pretty well, all she needed to do now was get her wind back. Breathing as deeply as she could, the Hellcat clambered to her feet, turned around and “NNNNNNGGGGGHH!”
Not about to let the bad old talking kitty show her up in a somersault contest, Calliope bounced off the ropes on the far side of the ring and charged back at top speed. With her runway rapidly dwindling she leapt up and soared over the top rope in a headfirst dive that transformed into a flawless somersault when she tucked her head and barreled into the rickety luchadora. Gata managed to get her arms up at the last second, not that it was nearly enough to keep the One Woman Freak Show from bowling her down.
SOMERSAULT PLANCHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCMF6xBYHE
Tumbling clear of the trouble she’d caused, Calliope popped to boot leather and raised both hands overhead in a glorious ‘TAH-DAH!’ that earned an enthusiastic round of applause from the FAWNatics. “Kitty shouldn’t play outside.” Cali told the recovering blonde once the noise had died down. “There’s all sorts of nasty things that like to hurt kitties.”
Down on all fours, La Gata huffed “Guuuhhhhh…. gonna take something a lot nastier than you to keep me down, putaAAGGGHHHH!”
Her vitriol gave way to disgusted surprise when Calliope circled around behind her and wrapped both arms around her waist. Hugging with all her might, the Queen of Outré Space powered kitty to her feet, then shifted her grip so that only her right arm was threaded across Gata’s waist. The other went behind her knees, making it all the easier for Calliope to hoist the ferocious feline bundle up under one arm. “Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, kitty!” Cali’s response radiated nothing but earnestness even though she’d made no attempt to toss her opponent under the bottom rope. “I just want you to be on your guard out he--OH HEY, A CAT TOWER!”
She said it so emphatically that a good number of fans looked around for a cat tower. There was none of course, at least not one that an *ahem*, normal mind would recognize. Calliope was anything but normal however and so no one was particularly surprised when she sidled up against the steel guardrail. “I have to go get some kitty treats,” Cali explained to some fans in the front row. “Would you mind keeping an eye on this one? She can be a bit rambunctious but she’s pretty tired right now.” Not quite daring to tell the brunette no, they agreed at once, then cringed openly when Calliope swung her foe’s legs over the barricade and BWUNKED her spine-first atop the railing. Gata arched into a ‘U’ and would’ve slopped to the floor if Cali hadn’t maintained control over the blonde’s waist. “You can go ahead and hold her paws.” the Frightener indicated Gata’s boots, which twitched erratically after the wicked Backbreaker. “Don’t worry if she starts to meow, she’s kind of a drama queen.” A guy and girl in identical Shea London tee-shirts took control of Gata’s shins, leaving her trapped in an extremely unpleasant twist on the Tree of Woe once Calliope let her drop. “Be good for mama, kitty!” she called as she called as she jogged toward the steel steps.
In the ring, Merle paused his count at ‘THIRTEEN!’ to say, “C’mon Calliope, let’s bring it inside. You know kitty, dammit, I mean, Gata, can’t be outside for too long!”
“Wont be long now talking zebra!” Cali’d already turned back to her opponent, who’d hauled herself almost parallel to the floor in a sort of hanging sit-up. “I’ve got her treat right here!” The ref didn’t have any idea what she was talking about, not until she raced back to the upended luchadora and sprang straight up. Extending both legs at the apex of her ascent, Calliope brought the bulk of her right thigh THWAPPING down across Gata’s chest in a perfectly crazy Leg Drop.
The hurt was actually threefold -- aside from the initial impact LGD got the back of her head banged against the base of the railing, then landed hard on the back of her head and shoulders when the pair of assholes holding her boots finally let go.
Aware that the bossy talking zebra wanted her to come back in the house sooner than later, Calliope hauled kitty up by trunks n’ tresses, ran across the narrow aisle and tossed her under the bottom rope. She hopped onto the apron shortly thereafter and would’ve dipped through the ropes if not for where Gata had come to a stop within the squared circle.
“OOOOHH! BOUNCE ON KITTY! I LOVE THAT GAME!” Grinning from ear to ear, she hurried to the nearest corner, grabbed the top rope in both hands and hopped to the third floor. After a moment spent to confirm her footing, the One Woman Freak Show straightened up and waved down to the nearest cameraman. “HEY EVE, HOW YA DOIN’! SUMMER CAMP’S GREAT, I’M PLAYING WITH A KITTY NOW AND THERE’S GONNA BE GHOST STORIES LATER!”
Eager to get back to her new friend, Calliope crouched down and launched herself up and out in a great springy leap. Touching her fingers to her toes a heartbeat before she crested the top of the rise, Cali stretched out full length and came down across Gata’s tummy with a ring-shivering THAWHAM! Gata’s legs kicked straight up but Calliope didn’t hook them. Rather she pushed back on her haunches, threw a leg over the shuddering blonde and took a heavy seat on her chest. Forcing her palms into the flattened feline’s tummy, the mismatched brunette threw back her head and helped count…
ONE…
TWO….
THRNOOOO!
The Hellcat showed a little of her usual fire n’ brimstone by shoving her attacker off with half a second to spare. “Oh good!” Calliope clapped her hands as soon as she was vertical again. “I was hoping for a second round of Bounce on Kitty.” Gata only coughed, which Cali took as tacit approval to head for the corner she’d just flown from. Gripping the top rope in both hands, she put a foot on the middle strand and climbed onto her favorite perch. The crowd cheered her arrival, which made Calliope smile. “Thank you, thank you very much! I’d like to thank our talented writers, boom operators and the good folks at craft services! Without their help there’s no way this season of Captain Kangaroo would’ve NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
What she’d taken for praise was actually a cry of warning, unfortunately Calliope didn’t realize it until Gata shoved her feet out from under her. The fall was short but remarkably unpleasant, Cali groaning low and sick when her undercarriage BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle.
“Bounce on Kitty is done for the night, bytch.” LGD huffed to her cringing adversary. “Now we’re going to play MY favorite game. It’s called Shred-A-Slut. I’ll go first.” Calliope didn’t get a chance to protest before the Ravenous Ruda crooked her hands into claws and raaaaaaaaaaaaked them down the taller woman’s back. Cringing away did no good, Gata only stepped a little closer and ran her nails down opposing back another half dozen times. Those furrows were deepening from pink to red when the referee scurried over and said, “All right Gata, that’s enough. Get her off there!”
“Get her down?” Gata asked with false concern. “Whatever you say!” Snatching a double handful of hair, the Hellcat wrenched her prey’s head back & forth, then pulled her back until the freak was hanging upside down in a far more traditional Tree of Woe. “Know what I love about Shred-A-Slut?” Gata asked as she dropped to her knees. “It’s so versatile! I can play it anywhere, anytime and from any angle!”
To prove it she raised those wicked talons again and went to work on Calliope’s abs with a tummy-torturing flurry of scrapes and scratches. The vulnerable vixen squealed and squirmed, a valiant but otherwise useless effort to save her midsection from those well manicured claws. Relief didn’t come until Merle swatted Gata’s shoulder and demanded, “I said get her OUT!”
The blonde paused, though she didn’t pull her fingers away from her opponent’s abs. “All right gringo, I hear you. Gimme a second.” She stood up, reached for Calliope’s knees as if to undo the Tree, then grabbed hold of her foe’s bottoms and YANKED down in a vile inverted wedgie! Gata pulled on the distended fabric until Merle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Then she pressed in close and prized the brunette’s legs off the turnbuckles. Stuffing those trapped gams under her armpits, La Gata Diabla stepped out of the corner, swung around in a half circle and hauled Calliope up until the freak’s back was smudged against her chest. An awkward position to be sure, yet one the Hellcat maintained with ease as she swung around in a half circle and stamped toward the center of the ring. Well clear of any potential rope-related assist, Gata rocked back on her heels and broke half the Waistlock. Pressing her free hand between Calliope’s shoulders, she pushed down and sat out full force. THWHUMP! Cali hit the thinly-sheathed plywood on her face and chest and bounced up, her body’s natural inclination to roll over exploited by the blonde who used it to transition the Wheelbarrow Facebuster into a Reverse Matchbook.
WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5OAq8tTD5U
Tush planted firm on the freak’s chest, Gata leaaaaaaned back on the pin and smirked into the lights while Merle counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Calliope kicked those long legs and bucked her kitten loose with a good second to spare. Gata offered the official some choice words about the speed of his count, but they were more for show than anything else. This crazy bytch had laid some serious hurt on her earlier in the match and the lascivious luchadora wasn’t quite done balancing the scales just yet.
“Here’s another fun game, freak.” Gata ran her fingers through Calliope’s hair a few times before clamping shut and hauling her to boot leather. “Whack-a-Mole. You be the mallet and the mat’s the mole. There’s one now!” She spiked a Toe Kick into the brunette’s gut, hopped into the air and dropped to her tush, all the better to THWHUNK Cali down on her forehead and chest.
More bouncing from the taller woman, but LGD didn’t try for a cover this time around. Rather she slid in close enough to wedge Calliope’s chin against the top of her crotch. It wasn’t a smother in the slightest, but with the Frightener’s head bent back at a painful angle and her arms trapped beneath the blonde’s thighs, she sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere quick. “Told you once, freak.” she cooed. “Shred-A-Slut’s a versatile game. And now it’s time for round two.”
Her already questionable braincase fogged by the back to back Facebusters, Calliope could only wriggle in her foe’s grasp. “Fuuuhhhh… fun game, kitty. But I think it’s my turn NOOOOOWWWWW!”
Gata leaned forward, hooked her talons into the slim curve of brunette backside and raaaaaaaked all the way up to Cali’s vinyl top. Much like potato chips and other potentially unhealthy treats, one back rake was never enough and so Gata set to work on a pattern of welts and furrows as complex as the one she’d tattooed on her opponent’s tummy. “Ask her!” Gata demanded once she’d abandoned her raking in favor of kneading Calliope’s glutes. “Ask the pathetic weirdo if she quits!”
Merle had no idea what to call this particular knot, he just knew that the scratches on Calliope’s back were looking worse and worse. Sinking to one knee beside the action, he said, “How you doing, Calliope? Need me to call for the bell?”
She shook her head ‘no’ and waggled an index finger for good measure. “No way Jose, I mean, talking zebra! Kitty and I aren’t done having fun MMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Gata buried both hands in the brunette’s hair and stuffed her face into the center of her trunks. “That’s right bytch, we’re NOT done!” Smother still in place, LGD reached down with both hands, helped herself to a whole lot of sequined trunks and saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawed ‘em deep between Calliope’s cheeks. “Listen close now!” Gata commanded Merle over the not-so-muffled sounds of her victim’s shrieks. “Little Miss Mental Health 2015 is gonna be tapping out any time NOOOWWW BYTCH!”
The Ravenous Ruda relinquished the wedgie and her face grind at the same time and butt-scooted well clear of the red-faced Monster of the Midway. Focused on something on her inner thigh, the blonde pulled her hand away and snarled at the bright red crescent of teeth marks she found. “Oooooohhhh, you’re gonna pay for that, puta.” she murmured. “Gonna pay for that with every last breath you’ve got.”
On her feet within heartbeats, LGD stomped over to the prone battler and hauled her up with dual handfuls of top. Nothing fancy about what came next, only a simple Kneelift that hit *just* high enough above the waistband to keep her from getting a warning from the official. Not that any mere warning could’ve stopped Gata from slipping her left arm over Calliope’s shoulder and her right arm between the taller wrestler’s thighs. From there she scooped Cali up onto her shoulder and positioned her so that her head was pointing almost straight down. Then she pushed onto her toes and dropped to a seat while simultaneous THUNKING Calliope on the back of her head with a Juvi Driver. Gata didn’t land in a Reverse Face Sit proper, that’s why she lifted herself up, slid forward a bit and plopped her buns flush in Calliope’s forehead. Drawing Calliope’s right leg to her in a tawdry Half Matchbook, Gata worked her hips in lurid little circles that kept time with the…
JUVI DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq-1I0yrpIc
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!
The Hellcat popped up and scampered away, both hands pressed snug to her bum. “BIT ME AGAIN!?” she roared. “BYTCH, ARE YOU TIRED OF BEING ALIVE?”
Finding that she didn’t care about the answer one way or another, Gata ripped her rival off the mat and once again slashed her face with those cruel claws. Merle’s warning did nothing but provide a white noise backdrop as the blonde turned and made the short trek to the ropes. The Hellcat leapt onto the middle strand from a little ways out, launched herself back out and twisted around in mid-air to lash out with a Roundhouse that THWHUNK! The Queen of Outré Space dipped her head at the last moment and took possession of Gata’s ankle as she flew overhead. Moving in one direction even as Gata soared away in the other, Cali twisted around and gave the captured limb a sturdy yank. Gata went from flying feline to dropped rock in the blink of an eye, the startled battler landing hard on her chin and chest.
She was trying to blink away the stars behind her eyes when a cold, angry voice said, “Turned us into a pretty good scratching post, pussy. So now we’ll turn you into a sniveling bytch.”
Still tethered to her foe by one ankle, Gata found herself rolled over and looking up into the dark, furious eyes of one Candice Akeley. “What, you’re supposed to be the one that’s less f*cked up?” Gata huffed. “Am I supposed to be scared or somethWHOOAAHHH! NOOOOOO LEEMMMMMEEE GOOOOOOOOO!”
Candice snatched Gata’s free foot and stuffed it under her arm. Hands locked to keep the luchadora’s boots firmly in her possession, Candice hoisted her burden off the mat by a few inches and started to spin. Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each revolution. Conditioned to count anything that happened more than once, the FAWNatics did their best to tally every zoom and twirl. ‘ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN… ELEVEN… TWELVE… THIRTEEN!’
If Calliope had been driving she would’ve worked the Giant Swing until her world was spinning and Gata’s was a nauseated blur. Akeley on the other hand only used it to ensure Gata was nice and soft when the brunette rolled her onto her tummy and stepped over. Dropping to a seat as soon as her balance was set, Candice craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked on the Boston Crab until Gata was yowling like some pampered tabby left out overnight.
Hesitant to risk a claw across his cheek, Merle waited until the tips of Gata’s boots were more than halfway to the back of her head before he swooped in to ask, “What do you say, Gata? Tell me some--”
“Don’t.” Candice commanded. “You’ll know when she’s done. I’ll make SURE you know.” Too wary of Calliope’s ‘sane’ half to offer a counterpoint, the referee stood up and backed off, leaving Gata to deal with the Screamin’ Swing all by her lonesome.
Pinned flat by the agonizing stretch, Gata streeeeeeeetched one hand toward the ropes and when that came up well short she craned her arm back at an odd angle in search of the brunette’s hair. No luck, she only scrabbled at Candice’s back, the angle such that even her talons were robbed of the worst of their power. Akeley smirked at the ineffectual struggles. “What’s wrong, pussy? Feeling some strain?” She rocked back n’ forth, essentially bouncing her butt into the hollow of the blonde’s strained spine. “Wail if you want. Maybe Calliope will hear and take pity. I sure as hell won’t.”
“Kiss my ass, puta!” Gata sneered. “Your crazy ass ain’t got what it takes to EEERRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!” Candice stamped one foot and leaned back all the farther. Doing so actually brought her hair into range of Gata’s fingers, but now the struggling luchadora was too preoccupied with wailing that grabbing hold never crossed her mind. “NUUUUUHHHHH…. NOT GONNA BEAT ME, BYTCH!”
Gata slammed her palms into the mat, dug in as best she could and hoisted her upper body off the canvas. This pseudo push-up stopped a little south of her navel, yet that was enough to get her started inching toward the ropes. Candice felt this, though she made no move to stop it. The Swing wasn’t supposed to finish this smutty little tabby, just make her nice and docile when it WAS time to finish her off. Unaware of the fragmented brunette’s thought process, LGD continued her trek to the strands, progress alternately slowing down or speeding up depending on how much pressure Akeley exerted at the moment. Almost numb from the waist on down by the time she reached those last six inches of mat, Gata collapsed to her elbows and crawled / dragged her way across the finish line. “ROPES!” she shouted. “ROPES! I’M IN THE ROPES!” She’d expected the freak to make her hold out for a ‘FOUR!’ count so she was surprised and relieved when Candice let loose at once.
But that brief satisfaction winked out when the Ruthless Realist grabbed a handful of hair and forced her head and shoulders between the bottom and middle ropes. “GET OFFA ME!” the blonde shrieked. “BITCH, BACK OFF OR I’LL NO! WHAT’RE YOU DOING!?” Candice hooked her biceps, pulled her up and angled Gata’s arms over the second rope. Then she helped herself to Gata’s ankles and lifted her legs up until the other woman’s head was pointed almost straight down and the pits of her knees were draped over the top rope. “I swear to god, Candice.” Gata rasped. “If you don’t back the f*ck off I’ll tear you--”
“Candice is in the back seat now!” Calliope explained cheerfully. “Leave a message with me if you want, but I don’t know if she’ll answer. I don’t think she likes you much.” Cali slipped out onto the apron, where she inspected this clever version of the Tree of Woe she and Candi had invented. “Come to think of it, I don’t like you either. You scratched my tummy and pulled on my undies in front of everyone. Gonna have to get you back now.” Gata didn’t like that sound of that at all. “Don’t you dare, you crazy bytch.” she threatened.
“If you don’t get me out of these ropes right now I’ll AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEHHHHH!”
Calliope grabbed a double handful of Gata’s briefs then dropped from the apron to the floor with a malicious fusion of Hot Shot and wedgie that transformed the already scant material into the skimpiest of thongs. “How’s it hanging, sweet cheeks?” the Frightener tugged Gata’s nigh-invisible bottoms once more, then darted in and ‘pwaaaked’ a kiss on one defenseless glute.
Gata didn’t reply, she was too busy whimpering through the pain wrought by the lycra garrote sawing into her clefts fore and aft. The lack of response didn’t bother Cali, she only slid under the bottom rope and popped to her feet. Grabbing Gata by the knees, she pulled her back and down, then took hold of the blonde’s bottoms one more time. Gata rose on legs that looked like they could give way at any moment, thankfully they didn’t have to last very long. Calliope tugged her prey away from the ropes, relinquished her tether and slipped her right arm under Gata’s right bicep in a Half Nelson. She reached over with her left hand, clamped down on the reeling lovely’s wrist and yanked it tight across her windpipe. The Hellcat’s eyes went wide and she lunged toward sanctuary but Cali pulled the noose tight and sealed her fate. The Eclectic Eel bent her knees and rose up on her toes to yank Gata into the air. It would’ve been a helluva slam if she’d laid out on her belly, but she did not. Rather she fell back and spread her legs in a welcoming ‘V’, all the better to clamp around Gata’s waist when she fell into the brunette’s clutches.
PENNYWISE LOCK @ 1:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=159xIm06vfI
Pennywise Lock cinched in deep, Calliope CRUSHED down on the Bodyscissors and wrenched the Stranglehold back n’ forth as hard as she could. “Guuuuhhhhhhh…ggghhhppphhhhaaaaaaaarrrrggghhhhhhh!” Gata’s legs kicked wildly, her feet beating a frantic tattoo against the canvas. Choked by her own bicep, she prized at the noose with her left hand, then snatched a handful of Calliope’s hair when that didn’t work. Cali hissed, but didn’t bother to get the talking zebra’s attention, she could handle this on her own.
“No more playing, kitty.” she cooed in the blonde’s right ear. “Now it’s time for you to float.” She licked Gata’s ear from top to bottom, then chomped down on the lobe.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPPP!” Gata sobbed in red-faced agony, the usually cocky bombshell genuinely fearful for her stinging ear. Calliope stopped biting but she must’ve liked the taste of Gata’s ear because she kept on licking and teasing, even as the blonde’s face got redder and redder. Disgusted by the feel of her attacker’s tongue and weakened to the point of exhaustion by the dual coils around her neck and waist, La Gata Diabla abruptly reached the end of her nine lives. “NO MAS!” she yowled. “NO MAS! I GIVE!”
Calliope kissed her cheek one more time before undoing her bonds and shoving the luchadora away. The sound of the bell still echoed in the rafters when the Announcer confirmed the outcome. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CALLIOPE!”
The victorious battler stood up and grinned when Merle raised her hand. “And still the undisputed wedgie queen of the galaxy!” she told the bemused official. “Make me mad and I’ll make your cheeks sad! Isn’t that right, kitty?” Gata didn’t answer because she’d already rolled to the bottom rope where she nursed her aches and her wedgie in relative peace. “Awwwww, I don’t think kitty wants to play anymore.” Calliope sounded disappointed. “Nuts, I was gonna make a video of her playing in a cardboard box. It’s so adorable when she does NNNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
A forearm smashed into the back of her head, knocking Cali to all fours. “What’re you doing?” Merle demanded of the interloper. “Get outta here now or I’ll AAAAGGGGGHHHH!”
ASHLEY CONDA:
Ashley Conda rounded on the black & white and ‘PFFFWWOOOSSSHED!’ a slimy green cloud into his face. Poor Merle went stumbling away to the ropes where he stayed until long after the deed was done. Once again alone with the vulnerable Frightener, Miranda’s newest convert straddled her target’s back and THUMPED her butt into the small of Calliope’s back. Cali grunted, went down on her stomach and started to push right back up. So Ashley butt bombed her again and this time she maintained her perch.
“You did wonderfully well against that odious feline.” the copper-skinned brunette cooed. “But I wonder if you’ll fare so well against another dweller in darkness. Shall we find out, my little sideshow pet?”
“I’m no one’s pet.” Calliope grunted. “Now get offa me, Cobra CommandGGUUUURGGGGHHHHHKK!”
Ashley yanked her victim’s head back and snaked an arm around that vulnerable throat. Free hand palmed against the back of Calliope’s skull, Conda clamped down on the Sleeper, then rolled onto her back and slipped both legs around her foe’s waist. Her ankles locked immediately thereafter and Cali found herself wriggling like a mouse caught in the coils of a python. Even so, the Queen of Outré Space did not go gently into that dread night, she kicked and bucked, elbowed, gouged and prized at any bit of skin she could reach. It all proved for naught though, the Serpentine Churchgoer worked the Chokehold with heartless patience and it wasn’t long before the mismatched brunette’s struggles slowed to a crawl.
Her smile widening as Calliope’s limbs fell still, Conda pressed her muzzle to the other woman’s ear and cooed, “Miranda hasn’t forgotten you or the other freak. She gave me the opportunity to pick one or the other for destruction and I chose you.” she paused as a momentarily resurgent Cali pounded an elbow into her ribs. “But do not give in to terror just yet, little mouse. Because I am the queen of constrictors and I work slow. Minute by minute, night by night, match by match, my coils grip your sinner’s frame ever tighter. This is a mercy, whether you know it or not. When I finally set you atop my sister’s altar you will find you don’t have any breath left to scream. That will not be the case with Evelyn, when and if we decide to avenge ourselves upon her.”
Red-faced and rasping, Calliope whispered, “Nuuuuhhhhh…. never had a championship belt…. guess….. guess… I’ll haftamakeone… outta…. yuuuuuuuuuuu.” Cali’s eyes drifted shut and her breathing steadied out into the monotonous ebb and flow of the blissfully unconscious.
Disentangling herself several seconds later, Ashley Conda stood up and planted one foot on either side of the defenseless brunette’s waist. Hands on her hips, the black-clad, Ouroboros adorned battler fixed her yellowy gaze on the nearest camera and added her first verse to Miranda Wainright’s magnum opus. “Even monsters fear where serpents crawl. And Midnight comes for one and all.”