Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:07:18 GMT
As the ring is cleared from the last acts of violence and carnage, an expectant buzz falls over the FAWN Arena. Debuts were always an interesting experience, especially in the case of one where the crowd is less certain of what to expect...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Ft. Worth, TX... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... DEEEIIIDDDRRRAAA DEEENNNNNNEEEHHHYYY!!!!!”
DEIDRA DENNEHY:
The apple doesn’t fall TOO far from the tree. To the accompaniment of a country & western tinted instrumental, the curtains part and out strides a stunning young blonde EVERY bit as Curvy as her cousins Shannen and Natalie--and, perhaps as blasphemous as it might be to suggest, just maybe even more so. Young Deidra is decked out a low cut, brown halter top and blue denim cutoff shorts, her knee and elbow pads white and her feet protected by a trusty, beaten but sturdy pair of cowboy boots.
She also, perhaps as a silent message to the FAWNatics who may only be familiar with the Dennehy name, she sports a white cowboy hat.
And to be certain, a number of casual fans have exactly the reaction one would expect them to have toward someone with the Dennehy name, peppering her with jeers and lustful whistles. The more knowledgeable fans, the ones who keep up with the goings on in points north and west, do their best to drown those less informed spectators out with cheers and hollers. For her part, Deidra makes a point to slap the few offered hands her way, which DOES help to diffuse some of those boos...
Reaching the ring, Deidra (“Darling” Deidra, perhaps?) hops onto the apron and slips through the ropes. Claiming the near corner as her own, she gives the fans already on her side an appreciative nod and pumps her fist, before beginning to limber up for her big moment...
“And her opponent,” the man in the monkey suit resumes, “hailing from Houston, Texas... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…”
His voice trails off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LaKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics do exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” starts to pump over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reaches ringside, and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee open the ropes for her, which he does--albeit with some reluctance. Entering the ring, LaKeisha takes one quick appraising look at her opponent, who (shockingly) fails to meet with her appreciation. “I’ll give your fam this, playa,” Bates mutters. “They knew how to fight. Can your milky white ass say the same?”
Deidra catches a small laugh midway up her throat. “I’m the one here, aren’t I?” she asked in the form of her answer. “While they’re off trying to run their own little private ranch out in the desert.”
“You here TONIGHT,” the Nubian Queen corrects here. “Whether you’re here to STAY or not, we gonna see.”
The bell sounds, bringing both warriors out of their corner and to the center of the ring. There, the Darling One again surprises those who came into tonight with preconceived notions based on the Dennehy name, extending her hand toward Bates. “I may not like you,” Deidra says, “and I may not appreciate your methods, but you’ve been here from Day One. I respect that... and you.”
The Nubian Queen regards that offered hand with a whiff of incredulity, before bringing up her own, LaKeisha’s eyes drifting from Deidra’s hand to her own. After a moment’s consideration, Bates shrugs her shoulder...
... and delivers a BLISTERING bytch slap, Dennehy’s long blonde locks flying as her head whips to the side.
“Wanna know what you can do with your respect?” LaKeisha snaps. “Bytch, when I’m done with you, I’m gonna TEACH you how skanks like you show your respect to the NuuuuuunnNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Over her momentary shock and fury-induced paralysis, Deidra charges her foe and starts SLAMMING forearms into LaKeisha’s chest, knocking the Nubian Queen back into the ropes. Bodying up against the former World and Tag champ, Dennehy hisses, “Just cause I’m young doesn’t mean you’re gonna push me around. And just cause I’m a bit more honest than most of my family doesn’t mean I’m not about to kick your past-its-prime ass ALL over this ring.”
The Darling One starts to deliver an Irish whip, but LaKeisha is ready, reversing the attempt and marching her way toward the center of the ring. As Deidra begins to hurtle back toward her, the Nubian Queen broadens her stance and lowers a shoulder, intending to knock Dennehy flat on her ass with a shoulderblock. A moment later, and there is indeed the meaty ‘THWACK!’ of two curvaceous champions hitting each other hard, one planted to her spot and the other charging at full speed...
... and it’s the formerly planted beauty that is uprooted, LaKeisha sent tumbling to her vaunted tush. In utter disbelief, Bates stares up at the buxom blonde, wide-eyed.
A smirking Deidra motions for the Nubian Queen to get up with a wave of her hand.
“Awww, HELL no...” Bates spits in disgust, powering back to her feet and tying up with the Darling One. For a couple of seconds, the Cowgirl and the Rumpshaker jockey for dominance... but then, Deidra slowly starts to back LaKeisha into the ropes. When the Nubian Queen’s back meets the cable, the referee calls for a break.
And Dennehy complies by the count of “TWO!”, stepping back with her hands raised.
LaKeisha takes about a second to collect herself, but she then storms out of the corner. “Ain’t no way you’re clowning my ass like that,” the ebony goddess fumes, tying up with the buxom blonde a second time. And after another few seconds of struggle, Bates begins to drive Dennehy toward the near corner. Before long, the Curvaceous Cowgirl finds herself cornered, with the official ordering a break. LaKeisha’s response is not nearly so brisk, the Nubian Queen waiting until just past the count of “FOUR!” to break...
... and Bates launches her hand toward Deidra’s cheek for a second time. But the Darling One raises an arm, intercepting Bates’ forearm with her own and blocking the intended slap. In the next instant, Dennehy grabs LaKeisha’s shoulders and spins around, stuffing the FAWN Original back against the turnbuckles before lighting her chest up with a thunderous slap. Grabbing a wrist, Deidra whips her opponent across the ring, racing in after her and leaping into a splash that leaves the Nubian Queen sagging against the ropes and gasping.
“YOU GUYS WANT ONE MORE?” the buxom blonde calls to the crowd, and the FAWNatics respond overwhelmingly in the affirmative--more and more spectators apparently having rallied to the Darling One’s side. “YOU GOT IT!” Deidra shouts, leaning in against her prey and taking LaKeisha’s wrist. Another whip sends Bates sprinting across the ring, the former World and Tag champ only just managing to turn her back into the collision in time...
... but with a little more time to spare, Bates dives out of the corner along the ropes, leaving Deidra to fly in chest first.
Dennehy starts to bounce away from the impact, but before she can backpedal more than a step the Nubian Queen is behind her, stuffing a short and vicious forearm shot to the Darling One’s kidneys that buckles Deidra’s legs and makes her cry out. The former Queen of the Desert is barely able to turn around before her gams give way, sending Dennehy crashing to a seat in the corner. “That’s more like it,” LaKeisha purrs, stepping between Deidra’s stems and kicking at her calves, forcing the blonde’s legs open a little wider. Bates takes the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the turnbuckle, turning her left hip to the blonde’s face...
LaKeisha then sharply pulls herself toward the corner, RAMMING her hip into Deidra’s features once, and then twice, each wicked connection slamming the BACK of Dennehy’s skull into the middle buckle.
The Nubian Queen struts away from the corner, the full swag restored to her stride as the audience boos her with abandon. “SEE THIS ASS?” Bates shouts, swatting both hands against her impressive cheeks. “THIS ASS MADE FAWN ITS FIRST MILLION DOLLARS! AND IT’S GONNA MAKE THIS SO FAMOUS, SHE’S NEVER GONNA WANT TO SHOW HER FACE AGAIN!”
Spinning on a dime, LaKeisha races toward the still stunned Dennehy. Leaving her feet, the FAWN Original again claims the top rope in both hands and, displaying a level of agility that some might not have credited her as having, the ebony warrior swings her legs up and back, hiiigh toward the ceiling. She soon swings forward, giving Darling Deidra a far more up close and personal experience with her crotch than the blonde had likely ever wanted. Four times, Bates brings ‘dat ass’ crashing down onto Dennehy’s sternum, but then she opts for something different, merely thrusting her pelvis forward and DRIVING her nether regions into Deidra’s mug.
“Alright, LaKeisha,” the referee instructs her as Bates dismounts, “get her out of the corner.”
But the Nubian Queen shakes her head. Turning her back to the woozy blonde, Bates barks, “Bytch ain’t goin’ NOWHERE!” Her hands moving to the middle rope, LaKeisha drops down and starts to put on a twerking exhibition that likely would have had this crowd cheering in delight, if not for the buffeting the Rumpshaker’s rump gives Deidra’s face. Only when the count threatens her disqualification does Bates bring it to a close, sashaying her way back toward the center of the ring.
TEXAS STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5rPyTfBpt4
Returning to the gasping, greasy-faced Dennehy, the Nubian Queen takes her ankles and drags her away from the corner. And having asserted her dominance with her legendary backside, LaKeisha seems intent on cementing her victory by planting a boot atop Deidra’s vaunted rack, the FAWNatics erupting into boos as the official counts the...
ONE...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Darling One slams a palm into LaKeisha’s ankle, shoving her pinning foot off.
“Gonna play it that way, huh?” Bates asks, taking a seat behind her opponent and pulling the blonde up as well. “I’m cool with that.” Slipping her legs around Dennehy’s waist, the former World and Tag champion cinches in a bodyscissors before slipping her arms up and underneath Deidra’s. “I’ll give you your props,” the Nubian Queen whispers into her ear, “that rack of yours can probably a bytch out in no time flat. Your ASS, on the other hand...”
LaKeisha rocks back, hoisting her foe into the air for a fleeting second. There’s absolutely no suspense when Bates reverses course, driving Dennehy’s tush back to the canvas with a Keister bounce. The Curvaceous Cowgirl’s eyes pop wide, her jaw falling slack in a silent wail of anguish.
“You ass ain’t jack sh!t,” the Nubian Queen adds.
Deidra fashions her elbows into points, probably intending to griiind them into the meat of her opponent’s thighs. But before she can get to work, Bates rocks back and executes a second Keister bounce...
... and a third...
... and a FOURTH!
Breaking her nelson and her scissors, the Nubian Queen rises, jerking the blonde rookie up by a handful of her hair. Locking Deidra’s head under her left arm, LaKeisha gathers up a handful of denim, pops her hips and muscles the Darling One up... only to toss her right back down, directly onto her impressive chest with a front layout suplex. Dennehy bounces over to her back with a moan, her body settling into a splayed starfish as the Nubian Queen drops and applies the cover...
FRONT LAYOUT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deidra kicks out.
“That how it gonna be, huh?” LaKeisha asks, more amused than annoyed as she hairhauls the Curvy Cowgirl up to her knees. Forcing the blonde to crawl over to the ropes, Bates SHOVES Deidra’s throat down onto the middle rope, then plants a knee against the back of Dennehy’s neck. As the former Queen of the Desert’s arms thrash and flail and her boots drum the mat, the referee starts counting...
“ONE!”
“TWO!!” the Nubian Queen shouts back, right into his face.
“THREE!!!” the ref snaps, undeterred.
“FOUR!!!!” Bates challenges, her eyes all but daring him to go there, and end a FAWN match with a disqualification.
Over a rope choke.
And the official blinks.
“What I thought,” LaKeisha grins, thrusting all her weight down on her knee one last time before pulling back. This allows a red-faced and red-throated Dennehy to roll to the side, the buxom blonde reclining back against the turnbuckles, but her torment is far from over. Bates follows her to the corner and begins driving stomp after stomp after stomp down on Deidra’s bosom. The ref again begins to administer the count, and LaKeisha’s eyes again dare him to call for the bell on her...
This time he appears about ready to, but the Nubian Queen ends the barrage before he has to make that decision. Bates saunters away from the corner, nearly reaching the opposite set of turnbuckles before she pivots and charges. Launching herself toward the Darling One, LaKeisha flips through the air, ‘dat ass’ SMASHING into Deidra’s mug when she Backs It Up.
BACKIN’ IT UP @10:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCJQHU7nWFk
“Come on, playa,” the ebony goddess mutters, wrapping Dennehy’s golden locks around her hand and leading the crawling cowgirl out of the corner. Pulling Deidra up a stooped base, LaKeisha applies a standing headscissors, pausing just enough to send a couple of taunting swats toward Dennehy’s wriggling backside before wrapping her arms around the rookie’s waist. But when she attempts to hoist the Darling One off her feet, Deidra’s boots only leave the mat by a couple of inches.
A second attempt doesn’t go much better, but the third time proves the charm...
... for Dennehy, who suddenly straightens up with a mighty roar, launching the Nubian Queen over her head with a backdrop!
Suddenly, there’s life again amongst the FAWNatics, even though for her part Deidra still appears fairly spent. Rather than capitalizing on her good fortune, the former Queen of the Desert staggers into the ropes, and probably would have pitched forward had they not stopped her momentum. Meanwhile, an enraged LK picks herself off the mat and STOMPS over to foe, turning Dennehy around and slamming a number of vengeful forearms into Deidra’s chest. Snatching a wrist, Bates sets her feet and tries for an Irish whip.
Dennehy reverses.
And as the Nubian Queen races back toward her, Deidra dips ever so slightly. And despite the punishment she had taken for the last several minutes, somehow the buxom blonde seems able to act almost faster than the eye can process it. Before either the audience or her opponent can fully process what’s happening, the Darling One slips an arm between LaKeisha’s thighs, scoops the ebony warrior off her feet, pivots and DRIVES Bates to the mat with an EMPHATIC snap power slam.
SNAP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ1ZeqQrYqg
It’s an impressive display of power and athleticism to be sure, but it’s also not one that the blonde can sustain for long, given how much she had endured at LaKeisha’s hands. And to her credit, the blonde recognizes as much, for she shovels the Nubian Queen over to her stomach before settling into a crouch over the FAWN Original’s back. Peeling Bates’ upper body off the canvas, Deidra slips LaKeisha’s arms over her thighs, then slaps on a chinlock to complete the camel clutch.
It’s a surprisingly savvy move for a newcomer to the fighting game, allowing her to torment the Nubian Queen without requiring her to expend much energy. Bates’ boots kick at the mat, the former World and Tag champion gritting her teeth and doing her best not to provide Deidra the satisfaction of knowing JUST how much pain she is in... but she doesn’t give up.
After nearly half a minute, Dennehy feels her batteries have recharged enough to try something else, so she breaks the chinlock and shoves her foe down to the canvas. As LaKeisha attempts to push to her hands and knees, Deidra does some pushing of her own, her hands rising to cup her gurls for just a second. “You’re right,” the blonde pants, “these puppies CAN knock a bytch out quickly. And they’re GOING to knock YOU out tonight.”
The Darling One suddenly strikes a quick double bicep pose.
“But I’ve got more weapons than them...”
Yanking LaKeisha up with a handful of hair, Deidra dips down and snakes her arms around the waist of the Nubian Queen. Rising to her full height, Dennehy engulfs Bates in a rib-crushing bearhug. As her legs slip around the blonde’s hips, the veteran shakes her head... but then she brings her hand up to Deidra’s face, her talons raaaaaking across the Darling One’s eyes. The Curvy Cowgirl lets out a shriek and lets LaKeisha loose, the former World and Tag champ quickly grabbing one of Dennehy’s wrists and whipping the blonde into ropes...
... but even with her eyes watering, Deidra can apparently see well enough to extend an arm and catch the Nubian Queen across the throat with a massive running lariat!
RUNNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kf9pfAH2mwg
Blinking away a few stray tears, Deidra hairhauls LaKeisha back to verticality before shoving the ebony warrior’s head under her left arm. Dennehy then muscles her opponent aloft, seemingly for a traditional vertical suplex. But instead, the curvaceous blonde swivels toward the ropes, dropping Bates’ legs down across the top rope. The rubber coated steel propels the Nubian Queen back into the air, the Darling One falling back and completing a beautiful slingshot suplex. The rookie scrambles for the cover...
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pQDKDbCqdc
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bates gets a shoulder up.
As Deidra picks herself off the canvas, the FAWNatics begin a rhythmic clap, the blonde nodding her head along as she pulls up the Nubian Queen. Spinning Bates so that her back is to Dennehy’s side, the Darling One stoops and slips an arm between LaKeisha’s thighs. Muscling the Rumpshaker up across her brawny shoulders, Deidra’s free hand quickly occupies itself with Bates’ chin, and a FAWN Original suddenly finds herself trapped in a torture rack, at the hands of a veritable novice.
“How about it, ‘Keish?” the referee asks. While there aren’t a lot of coherent syllables uttered in response by the mewling Nubian Queen, her meaning is clear: LaKeisha is NOT about to surrender. Deidra does her best to change the veteran’s mind, bouncing pointedly on her feet, the blonde’s rack threatening to escape the confines of her halter with each jostle, such force the Darling One puts behind her efforts.
Alas, LaKeisha has always been a stubborn one. Resigning herself to the match continuing, Deidra lets her foe’s feet touch back down, the buxom blonde quickly spinning her prey back to face her. Slipping her hands around behind Bates’ noggin, the former Queen of the Desert pulls the Nubian Queen’s face into her cleavage for a teasing moment, her fingers almost immediately tightening around Bates’ tresses and pulling her back up into open air.
“Just an appetizer,” Dennehy taunts, then shoves LaKeisha’s head between her thighs. The standing headscissors in place, Deidra turns to the crowd and shouts, “TIME TO SEE IF THIS BYTCH HAS GOT MILK!”
The term “milk” in conjuction with a curvaceous Dennehy is enough to alert most in the crowd that the end is pretty seriously nigh, and for those slow put it together, Deidra slips her arms around LaKeisha’s waist and hoists her foe up astride her shoulders...
Unfortunately for the youngster, before she can execute her finisher for the first time on the Orlando stage, the Nubian Queen AGAIN goes to Dennehy’s eyes. The rake allows Bates to slip off Deidra’s shoulders, the ebony goddess landing in front of her opponent. Only this time, she isn’t about to give the Darling One time to counter. LaKeisha immediately BURIES a boot into the pit of Dennehy’s stomach, doubling Deidra over. The Nubian Queen then spins around, her backside sweeping over the blonde’s head, the back of the Curvy Cowgirl’s noggin pressed in tight against the curve of ‘Keisha’s glutes. Bates’ arms sweep back, gathering up and lifting Dennehy’s wings as the former World and Tag Team champion rises up onto her tiptoes...
“KISS THE MUTHAF*CKIN’ CANVAS, BYTCH!!!” LaKeisha bellows, and then abruptly drops to her knees, one hundred and thirty-five pounds of Nubian Queen DRIVING Deidra’s face into the mat with NOTHING available to Dennehy to break her fall.
Cruelly, Bates bounces ‘dat ass’ against the back her foe’s noggin a couple of times before dismounting. This allows the Darling One to tumble over onto her back with a groan, a tiny trickle of crimson beginning to drip down from her left nostril. Pushing to her feet, LaKeisha wheels toward her prey and viciously YANKS the blonde up to rubbery legs, locking Dennehy in a tight standing headscissors. Bates’ fingers then slip inside the legholes of Deidra’s cutoffs, the Nubian Queen using these handholds to hoists her opponent into the air.
LaKeisha then drops to her knees, SPIKING the rookie’s skull with a pulling piledriver.
Instead of going for a cover, the FAWN Original picks herself up and settles into a standing straddle of the one-time Queen of the Desert. Leaning over the glassy eyed blonde, a furious LaKeisha shouts, “YOU THINK YOU GONNA COME INTO MY HOUSE AND MAKE ME YOUR BYTCH???”
Bates UNLOADS with a slap to Deidra’s cheek.
“BYTCH, YOU LUCKY I DON’T END YO’ ASS TONIGHT!!!”
Hauling Dennehy up with a handful of flaxen locks, the Nubian Queen laces an arm around the Darling One’s neck and powers Deidra off her feet. At the apex of the youngster’s journey upward, spinning on her heel before laying out and drilling Dennehy’s head into the canvas via a spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYl3kwAM4fc
Deidra slops to side, boneless, a puppet with her strings not just cut but disintegrated. It would have been easy for LaKeisha to simply roll her flat to her back, and she quite possibly could have gotten the one-two-three then and there. But she doesn’t. Instead, Bates rises to her feet and uses a boot to turn her prey to her back. “Come in here, thinkin’ you hot sh!t?” the Rumpshaker spits, setting one boot off either side of Deidra’s noggin. Bending down, she takes the Darling One’s wrists and pulls up, not clamping down on the standing headscissors into Dennehy’s features are pressed in tight against her crotch.
“Hate to break it to you, bytch,” the Nubian Queen says, “BUT YOU AIN’T WORTH SH!T!!!!!”
LaKeisha jumps into the air and falls to her knees, transforming the former Queen of the Jungle into the latest victim of the Rumpshaker. The duo hit the mat hard enough that Bates is propelled back into the air, but she roughly jams her backside back down atop Dennehy’s mug, the Nubian Queen settling onto her throne as the referee slides into position...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!
The official rises to his knees and starts to wave toward the timekeeper’s table, but Bates grabs him by the wrist.
“Three ain’t enough for this bytch,” LaKeisha hisses. “I want FIVE!”
The zebra shakes his head. “Forget it, ‘Keish,” he responds. “This is ov...”
“It’s over when I say it’s over,” Bates counters. “And if that’s how you want it, I ain’t gettin’ up until you give me TEN!”
“LaKei...”
“One more word, and it’s a hundred,” the Nubian Queen interrupts him, her eyes narrowed. “Think this bytch can go that long without air?”
Fear for the rookie’s safety more than the strength of LaKeisha’s case spurs the ref to sigh and turn back to the mat, quickly slapping off an extra...
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!!!!!!!!!!
And truthfully, fear for Deidra’s safety is the only thing that stops the count from GOING to one hundred. Dennehy would have never kicked out.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, some in the crowd booing but most FAWNatics silenced as LaKeisha dismounts, “your winner, via pinfall... LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!!!”
The Nubian Queen raises a balled fist before the official can even raise her hand, standing over the remnants of the Darling One, Deidra Dennehy. Despite how it ended, few could deny that the blonde had given LaKeisha as much as she could handle--which is perhaps why Bates herself is so furious. Glaring down at the slumbering blonde, the Rumpshaker shakes her head. “You ain’t even worth me goin’ all the way,” she tells her beaten foe. “Wanna know what you worth?”
LaKeisha draws in a deep inhale, only to summon up as much saliva as she can to spit down into Deidra’s face. And that proves MORE than enough to bring the audience back to life, their jeers threatening to bring the roof down.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU WORTH!” Bates exclaims. “AND THAT’S WHAT I THINK OF THAT BYTCH BETHANY BOOKING ME AGAINST PUNKS LIKE YOU!”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, “your following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Ft. Worth, TX... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome... DEEEIIIDDDRRRAAA DEEENNNNNNEEEHHHYYY!!!!!”
DEIDRA DENNEHY:
The apple doesn’t fall TOO far from the tree. To the accompaniment of a country & western tinted instrumental, the curtains part and out strides a stunning young blonde EVERY bit as Curvy as her cousins Shannen and Natalie--and, perhaps as blasphemous as it might be to suggest, just maybe even more so. Young Deidra is decked out a low cut, brown halter top and blue denim cutoff shorts, her knee and elbow pads white and her feet protected by a trusty, beaten but sturdy pair of cowboy boots.
She also, perhaps as a silent message to the FAWNatics who may only be familiar with the Dennehy name, she sports a white cowboy hat.
And to be certain, a number of casual fans have exactly the reaction one would expect them to have toward someone with the Dennehy name, peppering her with jeers and lustful whistles. The more knowledgeable fans, the ones who keep up with the goings on in points north and west, do their best to drown those less informed spectators out with cheers and hollers. For her part, Deidra makes a point to slap the few offered hands her way, which DOES help to diffuse some of those boos...
Reaching the ring, Deidra (“Darling” Deidra, perhaps?) hops onto the apron and slips through the ropes. Claiming the near corner as her own, she gives the fans already on her side an appreciative nod and pumps her fist, before beginning to limber up for her big moment...
“And her opponent,” the man in the monkey suit resumes, “hailing from Houston, Texas... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds…”
His voice trails off when whatever was on his reference cards forces him to do a double-take. Then, clearing his throat and with little enthusiasm for this part, he says, “Ladies and gentlemen, she demands that you all bow down and show the appropriate respect for… THE NUBIAN QUEEN… LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!”
LaKEISHA BATES:
If ‘appropriate respect’ means a deafening torrent of boos and jeers, then the FAWNatics do exactly as they’re told when Bubba Sparxxx’s “Ms New Booty” starts to pump over the loudspeakers. LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains and the swell of noise only increases as she spreads her arms and legs in wide 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she indignantly views the crowd, all members of 'The Man's Army’.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top with similar thick black edging. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a thick black belt--for lack of a better term--that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel in the center of the shape. Top, belt and bottoms are connected by a pair of heavy black rings -- a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is completed with flat black boots and pads, the boots stenciled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion eventually reaches ringside, and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee open the ropes for her, which he does--albeit with some reluctance. Entering the ring, LaKeisha takes one quick appraising look at her opponent, who (shockingly) fails to meet with her appreciation. “I’ll give your fam this, playa,” Bates mutters. “They knew how to fight. Can your milky white ass say the same?”
Deidra catches a small laugh midway up her throat. “I’m the one here, aren’t I?” she asked in the form of her answer. “While they’re off trying to run their own little private ranch out in the desert.”
“You here TONIGHT,” the Nubian Queen corrects here. “Whether you’re here to STAY or not, we gonna see.”
The bell sounds, bringing both warriors out of their corner and to the center of the ring. There, the Darling One again surprises those who came into tonight with preconceived notions based on the Dennehy name, extending her hand toward Bates. “I may not like you,” Deidra says, “and I may not appreciate your methods, but you’ve been here from Day One. I respect that... and you.”
The Nubian Queen regards that offered hand with a whiff of incredulity, before bringing up her own, LaKeisha’s eyes drifting from Deidra’s hand to her own. After a moment’s consideration, Bates shrugs her shoulder...
... and delivers a BLISTERING bytch slap, Dennehy’s long blonde locks flying as her head whips to the side.
“Wanna know what you can do with your respect?” LaKeisha snaps. “Bytch, when I’m done with you, I’m gonna TEACH you how skanks like you show your respect to the NuuuuuunnNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Over her momentary shock and fury-induced paralysis, Deidra charges her foe and starts SLAMMING forearms into LaKeisha’s chest, knocking the Nubian Queen back into the ropes. Bodying up against the former World and Tag champ, Dennehy hisses, “Just cause I’m young doesn’t mean you’re gonna push me around. And just cause I’m a bit more honest than most of my family doesn’t mean I’m not about to kick your past-its-prime ass ALL over this ring.”
The Darling One starts to deliver an Irish whip, but LaKeisha is ready, reversing the attempt and marching her way toward the center of the ring. As Deidra begins to hurtle back toward her, the Nubian Queen broadens her stance and lowers a shoulder, intending to knock Dennehy flat on her ass with a shoulderblock. A moment later, and there is indeed the meaty ‘THWACK!’ of two curvaceous champions hitting each other hard, one planted to her spot and the other charging at full speed...
... and it’s the formerly planted beauty that is uprooted, LaKeisha sent tumbling to her vaunted tush. In utter disbelief, Bates stares up at the buxom blonde, wide-eyed.
A smirking Deidra motions for the Nubian Queen to get up with a wave of her hand.
“Awww, HELL no...” Bates spits in disgust, powering back to her feet and tying up with the Darling One. For a couple of seconds, the Cowgirl and the Rumpshaker jockey for dominance... but then, Deidra slowly starts to back LaKeisha into the ropes. When the Nubian Queen’s back meets the cable, the referee calls for a break.
And Dennehy complies by the count of “TWO!”, stepping back with her hands raised.
LaKeisha takes about a second to collect herself, but she then storms out of the corner. “Ain’t no way you’re clowning my ass like that,” the ebony goddess fumes, tying up with the buxom blonde a second time. And after another few seconds of struggle, Bates begins to drive Dennehy toward the near corner. Before long, the Curvaceous Cowgirl finds herself cornered, with the official ordering a break. LaKeisha’s response is not nearly so brisk, the Nubian Queen waiting until just past the count of “FOUR!” to break...
... and Bates launches her hand toward Deidra’s cheek for a second time. But the Darling One raises an arm, intercepting Bates’ forearm with her own and blocking the intended slap. In the next instant, Dennehy grabs LaKeisha’s shoulders and spins around, stuffing the FAWN Original back against the turnbuckles before lighting her chest up with a thunderous slap. Grabbing a wrist, Deidra whips her opponent across the ring, racing in after her and leaping into a splash that leaves the Nubian Queen sagging against the ropes and gasping.
“YOU GUYS WANT ONE MORE?” the buxom blonde calls to the crowd, and the FAWNatics respond overwhelmingly in the affirmative--more and more spectators apparently having rallied to the Darling One’s side. “YOU GOT IT!” Deidra shouts, leaning in against her prey and taking LaKeisha’s wrist. Another whip sends Bates sprinting across the ring, the former World and Tag champ only just managing to turn her back into the collision in time...
... but with a little more time to spare, Bates dives out of the corner along the ropes, leaving Deidra to fly in chest first.
Dennehy starts to bounce away from the impact, but before she can backpedal more than a step the Nubian Queen is behind her, stuffing a short and vicious forearm shot to the Darling One’s kidneys that buckles Deidra’s legs and makes her cry out. The former Queen of the Desert is barely able to turn around before her gams give way, sending Dennehy crashing to a seat in the corner. “That’s more like it,” LaKeisha purrs, stepping between Deidra’s stems and kicking at her calves, forcing the blonde’s legs open a little wider. Bates takes the top rope with both hands, one on either side of the turnbuckle, turning her left hip to the blonde’s face...
LaKeisha then sharply pulls herself toward the corner, RAMMING her hip into Deidra’s features once, and then twice, each wicked connection slamming the BACK of Dennehy’s skull into the middle buckle.
The Nubian Queen struts away from the corner, the full swag restored to her stride as the audience boos her with abandon. “SEE THIS ASS?” Bates shouts, swatting both hands against her impressive cheeks. “THIS ASS MADE FAWN ITS FIRST MILLION DOLLARS! AND IT’S GONNA MAKE THIS SO FAMOUS, SHE’S NEVER GONNA WANT TO SHOW HER FACE AGAIN!”
Spinning on a dime, LaKeisha races toward the still stunned Dennehy. Leaving her feet, the FAWN Original again claims the top rope in both hands and, displaying a level of agility that some might not have credited her as having, the ebony warrior swings her legs up and back, hiiigh toward the ceiling. She soon swings forward, giving Darling Deidra a far more up close and personal experience with her crotch than the blonde had likely ever wanted. Four times, Bates brings ‘dat ass’ crashing down onto Dennehy’s sternum, but then she opts for something different, merely thrusting her pelvis forward and DRIVING her nether regions into Deidra’s mug.
“Alright, LaKeisha,” the referee instructs her as Bates dismounts, “get her out of the corner.”
But the Nubian Queen shakes her head. Turning her back to the woozy blonde, Bates barks, “Bytch ain’t goin’ NOWHERE!” Her hands moving to the middle rope, LaKeisha drops down and starts to put on a twerking exhibition that likely would have had this crowd cheering in delight, if not for the buffeting the Rumpshaker’s rump gives Deidra’s face. Only when the count threatens her disqualification does Bates bring it to a close, sashaying her way back toward the center of the ring.
TEXAS STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5rPyTfBpt4
Returning to the gasping, greasy-faced Dennehy, the Nubian Queen takes her ankles and drags her away from the corner. And having asserted her dominance with her legendary backside, LaKeisha seems intent on cementing her victory by planting a boot atop Deidra’s vaunted rack, the FAWNatics erupting into boos as the official counts the...
ONE...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Darling One slams a palm into LaKeisha’s ankle, shoving her pinning foot off.
“Gonna play it that way, huh?” Bates asks, taking a seat behind her opponent and pulling the blonde up as well. “I’m cool with that.” Slipping her legs around Dennehy’s waist, the former World and Tag champion cinches in a bodyscissors before slipping her arms up and underneath Deidra’s. “I’ll give you your props,” the Nubian Queen whispers into her ear, “that rack of yours can probably a bytch out in no time flat. Your ASS, on the other hand...”
LaKeisha rocks back, hoisting her foe into the air for a fleeting second. There’s absolutely no suspense when Bates reverses course, driving Dennehy’s tush back to the canvas with a Keister bounce. The Curvaceous Cowgirl’s eyes pop wide, her jaw falling slack in a silent wail of anguish.
“You ass ain’t jack sh!t,” the Nubian Queen adds.
Deidra fashions her elbows into points, probably intending to griiind them into the meat of her opponent’s thighs. But before she can get to work, Bates rocks back and executes a second Keister bounce...
... and a third...
... and a FOURTH!
Breaking her nelson and her scissors, the Nubian Queen rises, jerking the blonde rookie up by a handful of her hair. Locking Deidra’s head under her left arm, LaKeisha gathers up a handful of denim, pops her hips and muscles the Darling One up... only to toss her right back down, directly onto her impressive chest with a front layout suplex. Dennehy bounces over to her back with a moan, her body settling into a splayed starfish as the Nubian Queen drops and applies the cover...
FRONT LAYOUT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2E9GxNMdCE
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Deidra kicks out.
“That how it gonna be, huh?” LaKeisha asks, more amused than annoyed as she hairhauls the Curvy Cowgirl up to her knees. Forcing the blonde to crawl over to the ropes, Bates SHOVES Deidra’s throat down onto the middle rope, then plants a knee against the back of Dennehy’s neck. As the former Queen of the Desert’s arms thrash and flail and her boots drum the mat, the referee starts counting...
“ONE!”
“TWO!!” the Nubian Queen shouts back, right into his face.
“THREE!!!” the ref snaps, undeterred.
“FOUR!!!!” Bates challenges, her eyes all but daring him to go there, and end a FAWN match with a disqualification.
Over a rope choke.
And the official blinks.
“What I thought,” LaKeisha grins, thrusting all her weight down on her knee one last time before pulling back. This allows a red-faced and red-throated Dennehy to roll to the side, the buxom blonde reclining back against the turnbuckles, but her torment is far from over. Bates follows her to the corner and begins driving stomp after stomp after stomp down on Deidra’s bosom. The ref again begins to administer the count, and LaKeisha’s eyes again dare him to call for the bell on her...
This time he appears about ready to, but the Nubian Queen ends the barrage before he has to make that decision. Bates saunters away from the corner, nearly reaching the opposite set of turnbuckles before she pivots and charges. Launching herself toward the Darling One, LaKeisha flips through the air, ‘dat ass’ SMASHING into Deidra’s mug when she Backs It Up.
BACKIN’ IT UP @10:31:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCJQHU7nWFk
“Come on, playa,” the ebony goddess mutters, wrapping Dennehy’s golden locks around her hand and leading the crawling cowgirl out of the corner. Pulling Deidra up a stooped base, LaKeisha applies a standing headscissors, pausing just enough to send a couple of taunting swats toward Dennehy’s wriggling backside before wrapping her arms around the rookie’s waist. But when she attempts to hoist the Darling One off her feet, Deidra’s boots only leave the mat by a couple of inches.
A second attempt doesn’t go much better, but the third time proves the charm...
... for Dennehy, who suddenly straightens up with a mighty roar, launching the Nubian Queen over her head with a backdrop!
Suddenly, there’s life again amongst the FAWNatics, even though for her part Deidra still appears fairly spent. Rather than capitalizing on her good fortune, the former Queen of the Desert staggers into the ropes, and probably would have pitched forward had they not stopped her momentum. Meanwhile, an enraged LK picks herself off the mat and STOMPS over to foe, turning Dennehy around and slamming a number of vengeful forearms into Deidra’s chest. Snatching a wrist, Bates sets her feet and tries for an Irish whip.
Dennehy reverses.
And as the Nubian Queen races back toward her, Deidra dips ever so slightly. And despite the punishment she had taken for the last several minutes, somehow the buxom blonde seems able to act almost faster than the eye can process it. Before either the audience or her opponent can fully process what’s happening, the Darling One slips an arm between LaKeisha’s thighs, scoops the ebony warrior off her feet, pivots and DRIVES Bates to the mat with an EMPHATIC snap power slam.
SNAP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ1ZeqQrYqg
It’s an impressive display of power and athleticism to be sure, but it’s also not one that the blonde can sustain for long, given how much she had endured at LaKeisha’s hands. And to her credit, the blonde recognizes as much, for she shovels the Nubian Queen over to her stomach before settling into a crouch over the FAWN Original’s back. Peeling Bates’ upper body off the canvas, Deidra slips LaKeisha’s arms over her thighs, then slaps on a chinlock to complete the camel clutch.
It’s a surprisingly savvy move for a newcomer to the fighting game, allowing her to torment the Nubian Queen without requiring her to expend much energy. Bates’ boots kick at the mat, the former World and Tag champion gritting her teeth and doing her best not to provide Deidra the satisfaction of knowing JUST how much pain she is in... but she doesn’t give up.
After nearly half a minute, Dennehy feels her batteries have recharged enough to try something else, so she breaks the chinlock and shoves her foe down to the canvas. As LaKeisha attempts to push to her hands and knees, Deidra does some pushing of her own, her hands rising to cup her gurls for just a second. “You’re right,” the blonde pants, “these puppies CAN knock a bytch out quickly. And they’re GOING to knock YOU out tonight.”
The Darling One suddenly strikes a quick double bicep pose.
“But I’ve got more weapons than them...”
Yanking LaKeisha up with a handful of hair, Deidra dips down and snakes her arms around the waist of the Nubian Queen. Rising to her full height, Dennehy engulfs Bates in a rib-crushing bearhug. As her legs slip around the blonde’s hips, the veteran shakes her head... but then she brings her hand up to Deidra’s face, her talons raaaaaking across the Darling One’s eyes. The Curvy Cowgirl lets out a shriek and lets LaKeisha loose, the former World and Tag champ quickly grabbing one of Dennehy’s wrists and whipping the blonde into ropes...
... but even with her eyes watering, Deidra can apparently see well enough to extend an arm and catch the Nubian Queen across the throat with a massive running lariat!
RUNNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kf9pfAH2mwg
Blinking away a few stray tears, Deidra hairhauls LaKeisha back to verticality before shoving the ebony warrior’s head under her left arm. Dennehy then muscles her opponent aloft, seemingly for a traditional vertical suplex. But instead, the curvaceous blonde swivels toward the ropes, dropping Bates’ legs down across the top rope. The rubber coated steel propels the Nubian Queen back into the air, the Darling One falling back and completing a beautiful slingshot suplex. The rookie scrambles for the cover...
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pQDKDbCqdc
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bates gets a shoulder up.
As Deidra picks herself off the canvas, the FAWNatics begin a rhythmic clap, the blonde nodding her head along as she pulls up the Nubian Queen. Spinning Bates so that her back is to Dennehy’s side, the Darling One stoops and slips an arm between LaKeisha’s thighs. Muscling the Rumpshaker up across her brawny shoulders, Deidra’s free hand quickly occupies itself with Bates’ chin, and a FAWN Original suddenly finds herself trapped in a torture rack, at the hands of a veritable novice.
“How about it, ‘Keish?” the referee asks. While there aren’t a lot of coherent syllables uttered in response by the mewling Nubian Queen, her meaning is clear: LaKeisha is NOT about to surrender. Deidra does her best to change the veteran’s mind, bouncing pointedly on her feet, the blonde’s rack threatening to escape the confines of her halter with each jostle, such force the Darling One puts behind her efforts.
Alas, LaKeisha has always been a stubborn one. Resigning herself to the match continuing, Deidra lets her foe’s feet touch back down, the buxom blonde quickly spinning her prey back to face her. Slipping her hands around behind Bates’ noggin, the former Queen of the Desert pulls the Nubian Queen’s face into her cleavage for a teasing moment, her fingers almost immediately tightening around Bates’ tresses and pulling her back up into open air.
“Just an appetizer,” Dennehy taunts, then shoves LaKeisha’s head between her thighs. The standing headscissors in place, Deidra turns to the crowd and shouts, “TIME TO SEE IF THIS BYTCH HAS GOT MILK!”
The term “milk” in conjuction with a curvaceous Dennehy is enough to alert most in the crowd that the end is pretty seriously nigh, and for those slow put it together, Deidra slips her arms around LaKeisha’s waist and hoists her foe up astride her shoulders...
Unfortunately for the youngster, before she can execute her finisher for the first time on the Orlando stage, the Nubian Queen AGAIN goes to Dennehy’s eyes. The rake allows Bates to slip off Deidra’s shoulders, the ebony goddess landing in front of her opponent. Only this time, she isn’t about to give the Darling One time to counter. LaKeisha immediately BURIES a boot into the pit of Dennehy’s stomach, doubling Deidra over. The Nubian Queen then spins around, her backside sweeping over the blonde’s head, the back of the Curvy Cowgirl’s noggin pressed in tight against the curve of ‘Keisha’s glutes. Bates’ arms sweep back, gathering up and lifting Dennehy’s wings as the former World and Tag Team champion rises up onto her tiptoes...
“KISS THE MUTHAF*CKIN’ CANVAS, BYTCH!!!” LaKeisha bellows, and then abruptly drops to her knees, one hundred and thirty-five pounds of Nubian Queen DRIVING Deidra’s face into the mat with NOTHING available to Dennehy to break her fall.
Cruelly, Bates bounces ‘dat ass’ against the back her foe’s noggin a couple of times before dismounting. This allows the Darling One to tumble over onto her back with a groan, a tiny trickle of crimson beginning to drip down from her left nostril. Pushing to her feet, LaKeisha wheels toward her prey and viciously YANKS the blonde up to rubbery legs, locking Dennehy in a tight standing headscissors. Bates’ fingers then slip inside the legholes of Deidra’s cutoffs, the Nubian Queen using these handholds to hoists her opponent into the air.
LaKeisha then drops to her knees, SPIKING the rookie’s skull with a pulling piledriver.
Instead of going for a cover, the FAWN Original picks herself up and settles into a standing straddle of the one-time Queen of the Desert. Leaning over the glassy eyed blonde, a furious LaKeisha shouts, “YOU THINK YOU GONNA COME INTO MY HOUSE AND MAKE ME YOUR BYTCH???”
Bates UNLOADS with a slap to Deidra’s cheek.
“BYTCH, YOU LUCKY I DON’T END YO’ ASS TONIGHT!!!”
Hauling Dennehy up with a handful of flaxen locks, the Nubian Queen laces an arm around the Darling One’s neck and powers Deidra off her feet. At the apex of the youngster’s journey upward, spinning on her heel before laying out and drilling Dennehy’s head into the canvas via a spinning brainbuster.
SPINNING BRAINBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYl3kwAM4fc
Deidra slops to side, boneless, a puppet with her strings not just cut but disintegrated. It would have been easy for LaKeisha to simply roll her flat to her back, and she quite possibly could have gotten the one-two-three then and there. But she doesn’t. Instead, Bates rises to her feet and uses a boot to turn her prey to her back. “Come in here, thinkin’ you hot sh!t?” the Rumpshaker spits, setting one boot off either side of Deidra’s noggin. Bending down, she takes the Darling One’s wrists and pulls up, not clamping down on the standing headscissors into Dennehy’s features are pressed in tight against her crotch.
“Hate to break it to you, bytch,” the Nubian Queen says, “BUT YOU AIN’T WORTH SH!T!!!!!”
LaKeisha jumps into the air and falls to her knees, transforming the former Queen of the Jungle into the latest victim of the Rumpshaker. The duo hit the mat hard enough that Bates is propelled back into the air, but she roughly jams her backside back down atop Dennehy’s mug, the Nubian Queen settling onto her throne as the referee slides into position...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!!
The official rises to his knees and starts to wave toward the timekeeper’s table, but Bates grabs him by the wrist.
“Three ain’t enough for this bytch,” LaKeisha hisses. “I want FIVE!”
The zebra shakes his head. “Forget it, ‘Keish,” he responds. “This is ov...”
“It’s over when I say it’s over,” Bates counters. “And if that’s how you want it, I ain’t gettin’ up until you give me TEN!”
“LaKei...”
“One more word, and it’s a hundred,” the Nubian Queen interrupts him, her eyes narrowed. “Think this bytch can go that long without air?”
Fear for the rookie’s safety more than the strength of LaKeisha’s case spurs the ref to sigh and turn back to the mat, quickly slapping off an extra...
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
TEN!!!!!!!!!!
And truthfully, fear for Deidra’s safety is the only thing that stops the count from GOING to one hundred. Dennehy would have never kicked out.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares, some in the crowd booing but most FAWNatics silenced as LaKeisha dismounts, “your winner, via pinfall... LaaaKKKEEEIIISSSHHHAAA BAAATTTEEESSS!!!!!”
The Nubian Queen raises a balled fist before the official can even raise her hand, standing over the remnants of the Darling One, Deidra Dennehy. Despite how it ended, few could deny that the blonde had given LaKeisha as much as she could handle--which is perhaps why Bates herself is so furious. Glaring down at the slumbering blonde, the Rumpshaker shakes her head. “You ain’t even worth me goin’ all the way,” she tells her beaten foe. “Wanna know what you worth?”
LaKeisha draws in a deep inhale, only to summon up as much saliva as she can to spit down into Deidra’s face. And that proves MORE than enough to bring the audience back to life, their jeers threatening to bring the roof down.
“THAT’S WHAT YOU WORTH!” Bates exclaims. “AND THAT’S WHAT I THINK OF THAT BYTCH BETHANY BOOKING ME AGAINST PUNKS LIKE YOU!”