Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2017 18:13:24 GMT
There wasn’t a woman in the building who could make the walk to the ring must-see TV the way Caity Mason could, and all without props, save her tiny ring gear, this time powder blue down below and gold up top as the Cali catfighter marked the upcoming relocation of the Chargers. Entry into the tournament had given her mixed feelings. Thus far the most notable thing she’d done in FAWN was provide a seat for that bitch Sammain to pronounce from, so the chance to make a more positive impression was cool. Less cool was possibly facing Anna, either the Anna still mired in a funk after the loss to Autumn or regular cardio-monster ass-kicker Anna.
Deep in thought, she reached the ring oblivious to the negative reaction she was generating in the crowd, decided they were all worries for another day, shook her booty as she climbed through the ropes, and waited for the cripple she was planning on beating up. First though, she looked around for a sign to remind her what the unfortunate woman's name was...
CAITY MASON:
Estrina’s entrance started playing over the speakers and spotlights focused on the arena entrance. “Estrina! Estrina!” chants could be heard through the arena. The crowd roared the moment she entered the arena.
“And her opponent, hailing from Singapore, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twelve pounds, this is ESTRINA STARRRRRFIIREEEE!”
ESTRINA STARFIRE:
She stopped before the ramp and pointed into the crowd, setting off a cannonade of pyrotechnics behind her. She walked calmly and carefully down the ramp hoping to hide her injury. But the fans knew something was not right. Still she try to hide her pain behind her smile. Instead of hopping into the ring by the turnbuckle, she opt for a more mundane entrance. She removed her cape and threw it into the crowd.
“Ughhh” Estrina grunted. The huge motion aggravated her injury and sent a jolt of pain through her body.
The big screen ensured that it was not just Caity who saw Estrina grimace and reach for her back after removing her cape. Everyone watching inside the arena did too. Rumors had flown about the state of the much-decorated transfer’s health coming into the tournament, and evidently there was at least some truth to them, judged on her pained expression. Her bravery at choosing to compete only cemented the fans’ allegiance. Most of them, at least. Caity’s barely-there wardrobe would always assure her of some level of support. Done with her stretches, Mason took a black sleep mask from where it hung off the waistband of her bottoms and dangled it from the tip of her finger. “Hey, if there’s anyone special out there in the front row, you might wanna give them this. Or every time they look at you it will be in comparison to me, and how well do you think you’re gonna stand up to that?” Neat as you like, Caity flicked the sleep aid in Estrina’s face. The crowd, always appreciative of theatrics, responded with a round of lusty booing, but the Singaporean simply caught it as it fell, then turned to drop it over the ropes to the floor.
Presented with her opponent’s back just like she’d hoped, the Cali catfighter charged forward and drove her cocked elbow into the ridge of Estrina’s spine. “UNNGGHHH!” Starfire went to one knee, grabbing for the middle rope. Brown eyes bright with malice, Caity raised her booted foot high and drove the heel down hard on Estrina’s hurting lumbar, and since the match was still not officially underway, she followed up with a Soccer Kick that landed squarely between the grounded woman’s legs.
“How about you ring the bell so we can finish this while she can still walk?” Caity had to yell it over Estrina’s sobs and the crowd’s admonishments, jabbing her finger at the official. But she got what she wanted, and after rolling the hurting brunette away from the ropes she went straight for the cover, palms pressed down arrogantly on Starfire’s chest for…
ONE…
Estrina threw her shoulder up in defiance, but Mason used that momentum to roll the hurting youngster through onto her belly, leaving that vulnerable back exposed. Supporting herself by planting her palms on Estrina’s butt and neck, Mason pushed up in the air and came down hard with a Knee Drop, pinning Starfire to the mat.
“NGHHH!!” Estrina face filled with anguish as her foe’s knee drove into her injured back. Not letting up on her injured back, Caity slammed her hips into the back of Estrina and yanked her hair backwards in a Camel Clutch!
“UGHHHH!!” Estrina grunted as both Caity’s hands reached for her chin.
“Let’s not make this difficult. Give up and I will let you go!” Caity teased
“UGHHH!! NOOOOOO!” Estrina’s face reddened with pain as Caity applied more pressure to her injured back.
After putting up the hold for near a minute, Caity teased her Asian foe by sticking her index and middle finger up her nostrils and pulled.
“Haha! Tap you pig!” Caity teased.
“One, two, three, four…” Caity released the hold and raised her palms wide open to avoid a disqualification.
“You f**kin’ bitch…” Estrina muttered as she crawled away from the dirty player while she’s arguing with the ref.
“Where are going?” Caity grabbed hold of Estrina’s leg after the ref decided to let her off with a warning.
With lightning speed, the Awesome Asian twisted her body around and sent a kick right into Caity’s face, granting her a little breather. Catching a few deep breaths to soothe the pain of her back, the white-clad beauty stood up and readied her stance while the Catfighter was ‘fixing’ her nose. Standing toe-to-toe, Estrina swung her right leg and deliver several sharp kicks to the back of Caity’s left leg causing her to shriek. Momentarily incapacitated, Estrina ran towards the rope and came back with a running Dropkick.
THWACK!
Caity fell onto the floor into a spread-eagle. Estrina covers.
ONE!
Caity threw her shoulders up to break the fall. Estrina stood up with her right hand supporting her back and picked her downed opponent off the ground. Cupping both her hands at the back of Caity’s head, Estrina delivered several sharp knee strikes to her face, almost looking to break her nose. Estrina placed Caity in a front facelock as Caity’s body went limp. Throwing her Caity’s arms around her neck, Estrina attempts to deliver a suplex when a surges up her spine. Pausing for a moment, she attempted the suplex again but the pain on her back was unbearable, she reluctantly released the hold and dropped to her knees.
Spared what might have been a match-ending impact, Caity took a moment to check her face for blood – Estrina’s knee shots and kicks had her eyes watering but thankfully she was otherwise clear of damage. Still, the brief self-inventory gave Starfire chance to regain her feet, and she came at Mason with a flurry of Forearm Smashes, driving the catfighter back. A change of direction courtesy of an Irish Whip sent the Best Coaster into the turnbuckle with a grunt, and Estrina followed her in, taking off an astonishing distance from her target and tucking her legs to deliver a THUMPING Corner Double Knee Smash.
“UNNGGHHH.” Caity groaned deep, the breath fair blasted out of her. She stumbled unalertly out of the corner and was gathered up in a Sleeper Hold, as the wounded Starfire looked to finish things fast and give her injured back time to recover ahead of the Tournament’s next round.
“Give up, tramp.” Estrina shook her prey from side to side, getting a swell of encouragement from the fans as she set Caity’s rack bouncing. The ref stepped closer, ready to check the catfighter’s consciousness, but before he could do so she proved the synapses were still firing by backing up hard, driving her foe into the buckles.
“HNNGGHHH.” “AAGGHHHH.” “OOOFFPPPHH.” “UUUNNGGHHH.” Credit it to the Singaporean’s determination, but it took four jolting impacts before Mason was able to shake loose of the Sleeper. She celebrated her freedom with a joyful Mule Kick that took Estrina in the crotch. Starfire let out a low moan and cupped herself as she sank slowly to her butt.
“Should’ve stayed in back, Little Miss Cripple,” Caity snarled. She grabbed hold the ropes and, after a quick look over her shoulder to confirm her aim, stuffed her curvy rear in Estrina’s mug. The Stinkface was a rough ride – with her nose trapped between the catfighter’s cheeks Starfire would have been in danger of a concussion had the official not limited her suffering to a drawn out count of four. As it was she got away with a flush of humiliation. That and the dark patch of drool she’d left on Mason’s bright orange bottoms.
Estrina took a moment to wipe the funk off her face while the ref was issuing a warning to Caity. But it was not long before Caity shoved the referee aside and delivered an illegal foot choke while Estrina was still in the corner. Estrina grabbed onto Caity’s ankle trying to shove it aside while her anguished face were captured by the ringside camera in full HD. It was not until the second “four-count” that Estrina was granted relief.
Ignoring the referee, Caity strutted around the ring with her arms wide open only to invite jeers from the crowd, most of which was ignored by her. Meanwhile, Estrina rolled out of the ring gagging on all fours, struggling to get air back into her windpipe.
The ref started counting Estrina out while the Catfighter added insult to injury.
“Come on! Aren’t you the prized fighter from Southeast Asia? I expected more from you!”
Sick of waiting, Caity went out of the ring against ref’s wishes to bring the fight to Estrina. Picking Estrina up in a bearhug position, Caity drove Estrina, back first, into the steel ring post.
“AHHHHHHHRGHHHH!” Estrina wailed, arching her back as she dropped to her knees. Not letting up on the assault, Caity immediately grabbed her hair and the bottom of her attire and threw her back into the ring. Clearly weakened by the blow to the back, Caity went for the cover with her boobs pressing on Estrina’s cheek.
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
The Awesome Asian raised her shoulder before the count of three.
“Good! I will humiliate you even more! Show FAWN that you are nothing but a fraud!” Caity snarled as she picked Estrina up by the waist and dropped her back onto the knee.
BACKBREAKER
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Estrina rolled off Caity’s knee in serious pain, as if she had been snapped in half. Her face cringing in agony as she rolled on the mat. Caity stood up and mocked Estrina even further as Estrina dragged herself towards Caity and grabbed a hold of her knee pad, using it to pull herself up.
“What? Is that it from a former champion?” Caity mocked and swung her wide open palm across Starfire’s face.
PAK!
The slap dropped Estrina on her side but also fired her up as she stared back at Caity intensely.
“Whatcha gonna go? Cry?” Caity slapped Estrina again only to have her immediately turn back and glare.
Caity attempted a third slap but was returned the favour as Estrina shoved the Catfighter’s arm away and greeted her with her own slap.
SMACK! Caity’s eyes opened wide open with her jaws dropped.
“You bitch!” Caity tried to pick Estrina up by the hair but was punched in the stomach, causing her to double over. Seizing the oppoturnity. The Awesome Asian sprung up and delivered a DDT to the Catfighter accompanied by a sickening thud on the ring mat. Estrina stood up with her biceps flexed and yelled “YEEAAAAAAHHH”, rallying the crowd. She moved around the ring stalking her rising opponent like a tiger. As soon as Caity got to her feet, Estrina quickly came from behind and drove her head into the mat.
Bulldog
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Caity looking woozy from the bulldog got up unsteadily, only to be have The Awesome Asian surprised her from the back again. Estrina’s right arm wrapped around Caity’s waist from the side with her lift supporting Caity’s glutes, she powerfully haul her overhead in a backdrop suplex!
BACKDROP SUPLEX
Caity’s body folded into half as Estrina bridged for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOO!
Caity kicked out of a close fall! Not faltered, Estrina set Caity up in a seated position and hooked Caity’s left leg with her own. Moving across the right, The Awesome Asian tucked Caity’s right arm underneath her armpit and yanked!
Grounded Abdominal Stretch
“GIVE UP! GIVE IT UP! YOU TRAMP!” Estrina demanded.
Mason wailed plaintively. Despite the absence of fat on her body the catfighter was no gym-dweller. Her abs were more like a decorative feature, a hood ornament on a classic car, say, and they were ill-equipped to stand up to any kind of prolonged punishment. To make matters worse Estrina would intermittently fit her balled right hand into Caity’s ribs. “Bitch,” Mason hissed, gritting her teeth and twisting her wrist to try snag a handful of her opponent’s glossy dark hair.
“UNNNGGHHH.” Starfire growled back in her throat as she felt herself caught. But she survived the first, savage yank without breaking the hold, and since there was no disguising the Best Coaster’s illegality, it meant the official came in right away with a count.
“Whatever. I can make her a bald spot bigger than yours in five seconds, no problem.” Caity tried her hardest, giving the Singaporean's neck muscles a thorough workout in the brief time allotted her, but having been courageous enough to start the bout against the advice of her physician, Estrina was hardly going to give it up to a hairpull, and she celebrated her follicular freedom with another sharp jab, this time ticketed for Mason's bicep.
“Hardly worth punching. You got weak arms, Caity.”
Knowing that ultimately even an out-of-her-depth poser like Mason was unlikely to submit to the Stretch, Starfire broke the hold, only to unceremoniously flatten Caity with a Spin Kick. With her foe grounded, she bounced off the ropes, hobbled by the pain in her back but still quick enough to get decent elevation on the Leg Drop that brought her thigh down on Mason's rack with a heavy THUMP. A quick cover hooked Caity's leg for…
ONE!
TWO!
THNOOO!
The catfighter kicked out once again, though only barely. Estrina pushed her hair out of her fatigued face and grimaced. As the match dragged on, Estrina’s impatience grew as much as the pain in her aching back. All she wanted now is for her match to end and to ice her aching back. With her long hair sticking all over her sweat-glistened face, she pulled out a hairband from her wrist and tied her hair into a ponytail.
Determined to finish off her opponent as soon as possible, she picked up Caity by the hair and dragged her to the corner turnbuckle. What followed was a series of backhand slaps to the ample bosom of the catfighter.
“OOMPPHHFFF” Caity grunted with each landing slap. Her breasts glow red from the barrage of backhand slaps.
“Eat this!”
Estrina backed up into the opposite corner looking to deliver another Double Knee Smash. She burst out of the corner like a rocket and leaped with her legs folded in when suddenly Caity ducked out of the way and threw the nearby ref into the corner.
“THUD!”
Estrina landed her knees into the face of the ref instead of the Catfighter. Shocked, Estrina immediately checked if the ref was fine. Completely oblivious to the danger of having her back turned, let alone a downed ref.
Caity sneaked right behind her and landed a surprise kick between Estrina’s legs again. The shot to her crotch sent quivers down her legs and the crowd jeered even louder. However, Caity proudly strutted around the ring much to the annoyance of the crowd.
With Estrina severely incapacitated by the blow, Caity went for the cover.
“ONE! TWO! THREE!” Caity counted by herself with her fingers in the air. But the fall could not be counted without an active ref.
Frustrated, Caity grabbed the ref by his collar and tried to slap him awake.
“Wake up! Count! That was a three count, you idiot!” Caity screamed as she slapped.
Still jelly-body from the third shot to the crotch, Estrina sneaked behind Caity and surprised her in a schoolboy pin. The ref, now half-conscious began to slap the mat counting, albeit slowly, while Caity tried to squirm out of the roll up.
“ONE!.......TWO!......THRNOOOOO”
Caity managed to kick out of the roll up and rolled backwards. The Awesome Asian responded quickly with a kick to the temple of the Catfighter, sending a loud smack all across the arena.
“OHHHH!!” The crowd echoed as Caity slumps to the ground and Estrina slapped her sweaty body above her for the cover. But, seconds gone by without the sound of the hand slapping the mat. Curious, Estrina sat up and looked around.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
The ref lied motionless on the ground. It seemed like The Awesome Asian’s powerful Knee Smash has taken a lot out of the referee and he was unable to continue his duties. Noticing another ref racing down towards the ring, Estrina quickly hooked Caity’s leg for the cover as the ref slide into the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
The match had become so frantic that Caity’s mind couldn’t keep up. It was instinct that led her to kick out, and after that somehow she was quicker to her feet than the frustrated Starfire. She gathered Estrina up in a front facelock, then twisted into a tight Swinging Neckbreaker that deposited the Singaporean on the mat with a satisfying crash. The only downside to it all was that with Ref Two working on bringing Ref One back to full consciousness, Mason had wasted a perfectly good opportunity to cheat.
Not a mistake she would make twice.
Climbing back to her feet, she whipped her hair out of her face and took careful aim before once again burying the toe of her boot between Estrina’s legs, with predictable results. Namely, yowling and urgent grabbing. During Caity’s time at USC there’d been rumors that the writer of the infamous Cunt Punt email would be spending the summer catfighting in Vegas, and although nothing had come of it there was surely no doubt as to the efficacy of her threatened attack. As Caity clutched the rope and tried to gather her breath, both officials were looking with suspicion at the scene, but with no evidence of wrongdoing they could do no more than that. “Hygiene issue, probably,” Mason said helpfully. She dragged Estrina to a wobbly verticality and guided her into the corner, face first. Starfire draped her arms over the ropes, staring out into the crowd. Caity Headbutted her in the back and she moaned, but she also jerked her elbow back and caught Mason solidly in the temple. The catfighter staggered away and dropped to one knee, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers.
With her dirty foe dazed, the Awesome Asian caught the perfect opportunity to finish her opponent. She tightened her ponytail and hunched out of the corner, patiently waiting for Caity to turn around. The crowd’s cheer grew louder as Caity began turning around, knowing that Starfire was about to deliver her finisher.
Unaware of the danger she was in, Caity turned around and was Starstrucked!
STARSTRUCK
Caity’s body went limp and flipped inside out as the knee connects! Estrina quickly flipped her body over and hooked her left leg for the cover. The crowd chanted “1! 2! 3!”
“OH COME ON! DO YOUR JOB REF!” Estrina yelled in frustration that were accompanied by ‘boos’ from the fans..
It seemed like the count was not registered as Ref Two was too busy helping the paramedics attending to Ref One. Upon realization that Estrina was covering Caity, the Ref frantically slapped his hand on the mat.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREENOOOO!”
Due to the ref’s incompetence, Caity was able to recover in a nick of time, allowing her to kick out of Estrina’s finisher. The blow from Estrina has incapacitated Caity’s ability to fight any longer. All she was, was just a punching bag for Estrina now.
Estrina tiredly picked Caity up and placed her body between her legs.
“It’s over Caity. If you don’t stay down, I will make you tap.” Estrina snarled.
Estrina raised her arms up and threw her body forward with her legs dragging Caity’s along with momentum.
Sunset-Flip Powerbomb
Caity’s head came crashing first followed by folding body. The Ref was afraid that another mistake would cost him his job, or even worse, a beating from Estrina. Without accessing the situation fully, the ref quickly dropped to the mat assuming that it was a pin and counted “1…”.
To his surprise, The Awesome Asian, in one swift motion, moved her arms behind Caity’s head and her leg on her neck, putting her in Stellar Pain.
Stellar Pain
“Come on! Tap you bitch!” Estrina yelled.
The searing pain through Caity's neck was unbearable the moment the hold is locked in, awakening her from a dazed state. It didn’t took long, Caity obviously wasn’t Estrina’s match when it came down to pure technical skills. The match could have ended much earlier if not for Estrina’s injured back and Caity’s dirty playing.
She reached out for the bottom cable, and her fingertips even brushed against the rubber coated steel, but another hard tug on her neck inundated her brain with agony. Moving almost of its own volition, Caity's hand began slapping against the mat over and over, all thoughts of escape via the ropes washed out by a tidal wave of pain
“I give! I give! I give! GET OFF!!! AHHHHH!” Caity shrieked in pain.
“DING! DING! DING!”
“AND YOU WINNER OF THIS MATCH! BY SUBMISSION! ESTRINA SSSTTTTAAARRRFIRE!”
Estrina released the hold and slumped onto her back with an arm cushioning her injured lower back for comfort. Despite having a less-skilled opponent, the match has certainly took more out of her than expected. She stumbled backwards onto the ropes as she stood up, relying on the ropes to maintain her balance as the ref raised her arm.
Estrina steadily caught her breath with shallow breathing. Her crotch was still sore after suffering from multiple cheap shots.
Angered by the way Caity behaved during the match, Estrina raised her right arm up and traced her fingers down her armpit before flicking in the direction of Caity. The crowd cheered rowdily as they are about to witness Estrina’s unique punishment again. It has been awhile since they last witness it during her match with Daisy Lemay
“This is payback!” Estrina snarled as she cupped Caity’s head and shoved it into her pits.
“NO, DON’T YOU…OMPPFFFF!” Caity squealed as Estrina smeared her victory essence all over Caity’s face. Caity continued to squeal as the victor spread her warm salty underarms across her face, some even getting into her mouth. Her hands and legs flare all over the air desperate to grab anything to pull her out of the pit.
“Tell Anna what’s gonna happen to her if I face her!” Estrina made Caity an indirect messenger for Anna as she continued.
After a good minute of smother, Estrina finally released her victim and winked at her fans. Meanwhile, Caity rolled out of the ring in shame and embarrassment, spitting the funk out of her mouth as she leaves the arena.