Post by walkindude on Jul 26, 2017 0:43:00 GMT
(Greetings all -- the piece below is from RJDT, enjoy! ~ rf)
*****
The regular crowds at Bangor Civic Center were often described as the hard core of the FAWN universe; knowledgeable, devoted, and voracious in their desire for wrestling-based entertainment. But on this particular Friday night even this exceptionally excitable crowd was unusually loud for an early-card tag match, especially one featuring a pair who had barely troubled the main roster and another who had only recently escaped the Desert.
There was no doubt that the four ladies currently in or around the ring were all gorgeous enough to raise a few cheers, but that wasn’t the only reason for this abnormal level of noise so early in the night. On this evening the Jungle faithful were being treated to something akin to fantasy fulfilment for a lot of the more lewd fans in attendance; a close fought bout between two pairs of sisters!
Ok, admittedly the less experienced pair weren’t quite twins, but the Dombrowski sisters were as close to identical as two people could be and they’d treated each other as such since Celeste’s birth. And there was no doubting the monozygotic connection of their opponents the War Party. Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon were technically distinguishable by their hair parting, but even this most obsessive of audience couldn’t tell the difference when they were mid tussle.
And right now they were definitely in a tussle. Those Dombrowski girls might not have made much of an impression on the upper echelons of FAWN just yet but by god they were trying hard to rectify that tonight, and the Halfmoon twins were feeling it full force. Currently Kaya, the legal woman for her team, was rising unsteadily to her feet after eating a big Leg Lariat, and she was still too dazed to work out where her opponent was.
Unfortunately for her, Celeste knew exactly where she was, perched on the top turnbuckle and ready to cause her more experienced opponent even more pain. As soon as Kaya had swayed into range the younger Dombrowski leaped out into the void, feet coming together out in front for a textbook Missile Dropkick which sent the unprepared Teton right back to the matt!
MISSILE DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c9sfCb1QrU
Bumping down on her side, Celeste ignored the pain to scramble over to the downed Native American and snug her leg up into a tight package as the ref counted
ONE
TW…
Kaya recovered from the discombobulating strike with a second to spare, kicking the smaller woman off her and sitting up. “Little punk!” she growled, rubbing at the boot-shaped red patches on her sternum. “We’re going to stomp you two into the matt so hard your momma in Chicago is gonna start shaKOOOWWWWWWW!”
Is seemed that Celeste wasn’t too keen on hearing the end of that sentence, popping to her feet and throwing a second quick dropkick into her fellow brunette’s face. Her hit-and-run tactics had yielded plenty of success against the more experienced duo so far, but the rookie knew not to ride her luck too far and went to tag in her sister, who was bouncing in eagerness to get into the match.
The elder Dombrowski was through the ropes in a flash and charging at Kaya, eyes fixed on the downed lovely as she slowly sat up. She would have delivered a perfect running knee too, except that the savvy War Party member managed to spot the danger at the last minute and roll away. Lynda took a second to slow down and recover from her miss, and in that time one Halfmoon had swapped for the other.
The tag was perfectly legal, but since it had happened behind Lynda’s back she just turned, saw someone who looked identical to the person she’d just run past, and charged straight back in again. Unfortunately Kasa was a lot fresher than her twin and took full advantage, stepping forward to meet Dombrowski and driving her down with a brutal Mongolian Chop!
MONGOLIAN CHOP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8ajD4qszaY
“YEAH!” Kaya shouted from the War Party corner, pleased to see her twin cutting these upstarts down to size. Kasa swanned over to give her a quick high five and the zeroed back in on the hurting Chicagoan. “You two little girls don’t belong in a ring with us” she sneered, grabbing a handful of Brunette locks and hauling her back to vertical.
Lynda was quickly swinging her hands up to break that grip, but Halfmoon flicked a boot into her navel to bend the smaller woman forwards. Kasa ducked down to wrap her hands around that gulping tummy and then lifted up, dropping to one knee so that Dombrowski’s center slammed down on the posted joint. The Inverted Atomic Drop caused a silent scream on her face and she flopped off sideways, holding her center.
This grip might have given her a little protection, but she still let out another r wail when Kasa fired a hateful stomp down between her writhing legs. Lynda started trying to squirm away but had little luck, the Teton diving on top of her and firing four quick fists into her jaw. The ref was quickly over, barking about closed fists, so Halfmoon leered up at him as she leaned her forearm into Dombrowski’s nose, flattening across that beautiful face.
Another wail of protest escapes Lynda, drawing the tormenting Teton’s attention back fully to her. “Quiet your wailing, little girl,” Kasa growls, “if you must make noise I’d rather it just be screams.” TO illustrate her point the Native American runs a hand down Dombrowski’s sternum, sliding inside her top and taking a healthy handful of what lay beneath. Her nails bore mercilessly into the sensitive flesh, but it took a twist of her wrist to make her prey let out a true scream of pain.
“That’s better. Now get up and maybe we can finish this with a little dignity remaining.” Kasa took a handful of hair to complement the grip on bikini meat and braced her feet, using the painful holds to lift Lynda to her feet. This time the elder Dombrowski was too busy nursing her various aches to do anything to stop her…
…And she didn’t have to! Celeste had clambered up to her turnbuckle as soon as she saw her sister in peril, and she launched off into a beautiful diving crossbody which took Kasa in the chest and sent her rolling.
DIVING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ttjz8zuu4eY
Celeste had just scrambled to her feet and turned to check her sister when she felt an arm worm between her legs and then SLAM up into her womanhood. Her hands immediately flew to the throbbing pain between her legs and she toppled over sideways, curling into a foetal ball as Kaya rose behind her with an evil looking grin on her face.
“I’ll sort out the midget, you get the heifer” Kaya yelled to her twin, turning and firing a stomp into Celeste’s unprotected ribs. In a flash she had yanked the young woman back to upright and bulled her into the corner, Kasa doing the same to her still-recovering sister.
The Halfmoon twins had always had an almost telepathic understanding of what each other was planning, and this fluidity was demonstrated once again. Moving in perfect synchronicity the Tetons each took a Chicagoan arm, pulled it tight, leaned back and spun, using their weight advantage to Irish Whip both Dombrowski’s out of their corners and into a hectic, headlong charge straight for each other.
The movements were so smooth that it looked certain that the Dombrowski’s would have a painful collusion. This was why the crowd let out an extra loud roar when they showed their own teamwork, Lynda ducking low and Celeste smoothly vaulting her without either missing a step. The startled War Party were suddenly each faced with an opponent baring down on them and neither had time to move before they were crushed against the turnbuckles at high speed!
Kicking Kasa’s slumped body out under the ropes, Lynda turned to her junior partner and pointed to the ropes. “Lets finish these bitches Dombrowski style!” she yelled, stomping over to grab at Kaya’s insensate legs while her little sister scampered to the nearest corner. When Halfmoon was in perfect position Lynda ran back to join her, clambering up to a seat on the top rope and holding out her hands to guide the smaller sibling onto her shoulders.
It had been a while since any wrestling fan had seen the Dombrowski Double Decker, but they all rose to their feet in anticipation of one of the more impressive tag team finishers around. The roar of approval did drown out a few shouts of warning though, meaning that Lynda didn’t realise that Kasa Halfmoon was behind her until she felt hands on her back.
The push sent Lynda falling face forward off the turnbuckle but it did worse to her little sister, Celeste shaken from her perch before she was ready and forcibly tossed out into the void with no control at all. She still was still just about set to land on Kaya, but the landing was made more painful when the angry brunette pulled her knees up and let the falling Dombrowski gut herself on those bony joints. Celeste flopped to her side clutching her devastated tummy as the Halfmoons rose either side of her.
It looked like the younger Dombrowski was just about used up, her legs limp as Kasa lifted them off the matt. And this meant that she was looking like easy prey as the Teton girl pulled her into a wheelbarrow and nodded to her twin. Kaya was busy kicking Lynda out of the ring, but she turned and started to climb to the top turnbuckle as her sister lifted up into the Wheelbarrow Suplex position which marked the beginning of their ‘Uprising’ finisher.
And then, without any warning, the lights went out.
In fact that wasn’t quite true, there was a faint illumination from some of the open arena doors and emergency lighting sprang up along the ramp which left the entranceway juuuuust visible. The sudden darkness had completely enveloped the ring though, and seemed to have stopped both pairs of sisters in their tracks. They might have thought it was a technical fault, but that became a lot less likely when music started playing through the speakers.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
PURE MORNING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOWraVWs5dc
Two figures emerged from the top of the ramp, making their way down through the twilight. The taller of the two was striding, picking up pace into a run and continuing to accelerate towards the ring. This meant that even when the lights came back on it was hard to tell what she was wearing; a flash of what looked like a white blouse and short plaid skirt, with flowing, vividly orange hair and a pair of seriously long pins carrying her forwards at speed. Lynda had just about recovered her feet outside the ring, but she was sent flying backwards courtesy of a dropkick from the redhead which was almost as gorgeous as it was brutal.
SHOTGUN SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvsk1N4dcJU
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who’s dressed in leather
Lynda snapped away from the impact and the newcomer was back up to her feet, stopping for a second to look around and letting those nearby see the odd bronze- and charcoal-coloured chevrons painted over her left eye. The music continued overhead, and the tall girl was quickly off again, clambering up into the ring and engulfing Kasa Halfmoon in a hail of fists and elbows.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
The second new arrival was taking a very different tack, dancing ethereally to the music with her eyes closed. Her sequined green hotpants sparkled back and forth in the light, and the sheer, glittery mesh top covering her torso left her lacy black bra completely visible. This in combination with the bed-head styling of her brunette locks, heavy makeup, and the neon double-chevron painted over one eye, made her look more suited to some twisted nightclub than the developmental leagues of the world’s premier female wrestling promotion. But that impression vanished when, three quarters of the way down the ramp, she abruptly gave up her rhythmic swaying for a dead sprint at the ring,
Our thoughts compressed, which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
The brunette hit the ring full pelt, dived under the bottom rope and barely broke stride as she crossed the canvas and leaped fluidly up to the top turnbuckle. Without a second’s pause she spun on her heel and tossed herself into a gorgeous backflip out into the void. She bottomed out at the perfect moment to drive her body full force into Kaya and Celeste, who had both rolled outside the ring when the sneak attack occurred but had apparently not travelled far enough.
TURNBUCKLE MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULtGiilKVIA
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
Popping to her feet after a relatively cushioned landing, the dark-haired girl glanced around, giving those fans at ringside their first close-up view of a striking face and particularly that left eye painted with dual chevrons of neon pink and green. “Harry darl?” the crowd heard her call, her voice revealing a distinct Australian inflection. She raised it a little over the audience and the music, as if she was trying to catch the attention of a friend at a house party. “The centre cannot hold!”
When she’s pressed she will undress
And then she’s boxing clever
Up in the ring the taller woman must have heard because she clearly nodded, muttered something which looked a bit like “things fall apart”, and then hurled herself into a flying clothesline which sent both she and Kasa over the top rope. The audience seemed pretty confused by the cryptic code-phrase, but didn’t have time to consider it as the redhead stomped around to grab the slowly recovering Kaya by the hair and lift her bodily back up into the ring. Her partner scrambled back in a few feet away.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
The redhead grinned at the brunette, hauled Kaya up to unsteady feet, and held out a hand to help her partner clamber onto her own shoulders. They paused there for a second in Electric Chair position, then the smaller woman dived off her improvised perch, catching Halfmoon around the neck and tucking her knees up into an innovative height-augmented lungblower! She held on to her grip too, keeping Kaya’s tits tight against her knees while the big redhead dived into a somersault senton across her exposed back.
My friend confessed, she passed the test
And we will never sever
Smashed between the two interlopers, Halfmoon spasmed like a fish out of water and flopped away, gasping shallowly as she tried to re-inflate her devastated chest. Both newcomers rolled to their knees and stood up, the redhead digging into her blouse and withdrawing two nametags. With her other hand she made a slashing motion towards the skybox, finally cutting out the music which had accompanied the pair since their sudden arrival.
She fastened one nametag to her chest pocket, the camera zooming in to read ‘Hello, my name is HARRIET’. The other was handed to the brunette who struggled a little to find somewhere to attach the pin on that sheer top. She eventually threaded it through the meshing onto one lacy bra strap, drawing close camera attention to ‘Hello, my name is LYRA’ scrawled on the nameplate.
HARRIET LARKIN
LYRA FAULK
‘Harriet’, as she had named herself, reached out and took the hand of ‘Lyra’, raising it up high and then bringing it down into rough stage bow. The brunette’s elaborate curtsey was a lot more graceful, but she held onto her partner’s arm and dragged her closer, craning up on her tiptoes at the same time so that the two were pulled together into a passionate kiss.
The crowd’s reaction was a lot less angry now, showing their usual raucous approval for anything which dragged the action down a titillating path. The lip-lock continued for a few seconds and then Harriet reached up and took a handful of dark tresses, pulling to separate them and smiling at the slightly disappointed look on Lyra’s face.
In fact it looked like the smaller girl was dissolving into a tantrum, albeit one which was clearly just an act. “You said we were going to Disney World!” Lyra shouted. She gave a tug on the larger woman’s hand and led her over to the ropes, ushering her through and then reclaiming her grip when they were both on the floor. Harriet managed to hold her ground long enough to snatch a microphone from a ringside tech but she’d been yanked halfway back up the ramp before she could persuade the brunette to let her go again. Finally she raised the mic to her lips.
“Hello Bangor. We’ve had a ball here tonight! You’ve been wonderful, but please don’t expect us to be back, we’d hate for you folks to be disappointed. In fact, I’d advise everyone not to expect us at all.”
The redhead waved the stick invitingly at her smaller partner, who was still pouting but consented to shout “See ya ‘round!” down the mic. Then she swatted it out of Harriet’s hand, ignoring the loud ‘pop’ as it landed, and dragged her ‘friend’ out of the arena and away from the carnage they had caused.
*****
The regular crowds at Bangor Civic Center were often described as the hard core of the FAWN universe; knowledgeable, devoted, and voracious in their desire for wrestling-based entertainment. But on this particular Friday night even this exceptionally excitable crowd was unusually loud for an early-card tag match, especially one featuring a pair who had barely troubled the main roster and another who had only recently escaped the Desert.
There was no doubt that the four ladies currently in or around the ring were all gorgeous enough to raise a few cheers, but that wasn’t the only reason for this abnormal level of noise so early in the night. On this evening the Jungle faithful were being treated to something akin to fantasy fulfilment for a lot of the more lewd fans in attendance; a close fought bout between two pairs of sisters!
Ok, admittedly the less experienced pair weren’t quite twins, but the Dombrowski sisters were as close to identical as two people could be and they’d treated each other as such since Celeste’s birth. And there was no doubting the monozygotic connection of their opponents the War Party. Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon were technically distinguishable by their hair parting, but even this most obsessive of audience couldn’t tell the difference when they were mid tussle.
And right now they were definitely in a tussle. Those Dombrowski girls might not have made much of an impression on the upper echelons of FAWN just yet but by god they were trying hard to rectify that tonight, and the Halfmoon twins were feeling it full force. Currently Kaya, the legal woman for her team, was rising unsteadily to her feet after eating a big Leg Lariat, and she was still too dazed to work out where her opponent was.
Unfortunately for her, Celeste knew exactly where she was, perched on the top turnbuckle and ready to cause her more experienced opponent even more pain. As soon as Kaya had swayed into range the younger Dombrowski leaped out into the void, feet coming together out in front for a textbook Missile Dropkick which sent the unprepared Teton right back to the matt!
MISSILE DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c9sfCb1QrU
Bumping down on her side, Celeste ignored the pain to scramble over to the downed Native American and snug her leg up into a tight package as the ref counted
ONE
TW…
Kaya recovered from the discombobulating strike with a second to spare, kicking the smaller woman off her and sitting up. “Little punk!” she growled, rubbing at the boot-shaped red patches on her sternum. “We’re going to stomp you two into the matt so hard your momma in Chicago is gonna start shaKOOOWWWWWWW!”
Is seemed that Celeste wasn’t too keen on hearing the end of that sentence, popping to her feet and throwing a second quick dropkick into her fellow brunette’s face. Her hit-and-run tactics had yielded plenty of success against the more experienced duo so far, but the rookie knew not to ride her luck too far and went to tag in her sister, who was bouncing in eagerness to get into the match.
The elder Dombrowski was through the ropes in a flash and charging at Kaya, eyes fixed on the downed lovely as she slowly sat up. She would have delivered a perfect running knee too, except that the savvy War Party member managed to spot the danger at the last minute and roll away. Lynda took a second to slow down and recover from her miss, and in that time one Halfmoon had swapped for the other.
The tag was perfectly legal, but since it had happened behind Lynda’s back she just turned, saw someone who looked identical to the person she’d just run past, and charged straight back in again. Unfortunately Kasa was a lot fresher than her twin and took full advantage, stepping forward to meet Dombrowski and driving her down with a brutal Mongolian Chop!
MONGOLIAN CHOP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8ajD4qszaY
“YEAH!” Kaya shouted from the War Party corner, pleased to see her twin cutting these upstarts down to size. Kasa swanned over to give her a quick high five and the zeroed back in on the hurting Chicagoan. “You two little girls don’t belong in a ring with us” she sneered, grabbing a handful of Brunette locks and hauling her back to vertical.
Lynda was quickly swinging her hands up to break that grip, but Halfmoon flicked a boot into her navel to bend the smaller woman forwards. Kasa ducked down to wrap her hands around that gulping tummy and then lifted up, dropping to one knee so that Dombrowski’s center slammed down on the posted joint. The Inverted Atomic Drop caused a silent scream on her face and she flopped off sideways, holding her center.
This grip might have given her a little protection, but she still let out another r wail when Kasa fired a hateful stomp down between her writhing legs. Lynda started trying to squirm away but had little luck, the Teton diving on top of her and firing four quick fists into her jaw. The ref was quickly over, barking about closed fists, so Halfmoon leered up at him as she leaned her forearm into Dombrowski’s nose, flattening across that beautiful face.
Another wail of protest escapes Lynda, drawing the tormenting Teton’s attention back fully to her. “Quiet your wailing, little girl,” Kasa growls, “if you must make noise I’d rather it just be screams.” TO illustrate her point the Native American runs a hand down Dombrowski’s sternum, sliding inside her top and taking a healthy handful of what lay beneath. Her nails bore mercilessly into the sensitive flesh, but it took a twist of her wrist to make her prey let out a true scream of pain.
“That’s better. Now get up and maybe we can finish this with a little dignity remaining.” Kasa took a handful of hair to complement the grip on bikini meat and braced her feet, using the painful holds to lift Lynda to her feet. This time the elder Dombrowski was too busy nursing her various aches to do anything to stop her…
…And she didn’t have to! Celeste had clambered up to her turnbuckle as soon as she saw her sister in peril, and she launched off into a beautiful diving crossbody which took Kasa in the chest and sent her rolling.
DIVING CROSSBODY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ttjz8zuu4eY
Celeste had just scrambled to her feet and turned to check her sister when she felt an arm worm between her legs and then SLAM up into her womanhood. Her hands immediately flew to the throbbing pain between her legs and she toppled over sideways, curling into a foetal ball as Kaya rose behind her with an evil looking grin on her face.
“I’ll sort out the midget, you get the heifer” Kaya yelled to her twin, turning and firing a stomp into Celeste’s unprotected ribs. In a flash she had yanked the young woman back to upright and bulled her into the corner, Kasa doing the same to her still-recovering sister.
The Halfmoon twins had always had an almost telepathic understanding of what each other was planning, and this fluidity was demonstrated once again. Moving in perfect synchronicity the Tetons each took a Chicagoan arm, pulled it tight, leaned back and spun, using their weight advantage to Irish Whip both Dombrowski’s out of their corners and into a hectic, headlong charge straight for each other.
The movements were so smooth that it looked certain that the Dombrowski’s would have a painful collusion. This was why the crowd let out an extra loud roar when they showed their own teamwork, Lynda ducking low and Celeste smoothly vaulting her without either missing a step. The startled War Party were suddenly each faced with an opponent baring down on them and neither had time to move before they were crushed against the turnbuckles at high speed!
Kicking Kasa’s slumped body out under the ropes, Lynda turned to her junior partner and pointed to the ropes. “Lets finish these bitches Dombrowski style!” she yelled, stomping over to grab at Kaya’s insensate legs while her little sister scampered to the nearest corner. When Halfmoon was in perfect position Lynda ran back to join her, clambering up to a seat on the top rope and holding out her hands to guide the smaller sibling onto her shoulders.
It had been a while since any wrestling fan had seen the Dombrowski Double Decker, but they all rose to their feet in anticipation of one of the more impressive tag team finishers around. The roar of approval did drown out a few shouts of warning though, meaning that Lynda didn’t realise that Kasa Halfmoon was behind her until she felt hands on her back.
The push sent Lynda falling face forward off the turnbuckle but it did worse to her little sister, Celeste shaken from her perch before she was ready and forcibly tossed out into the void with no control at all. She still was still just about set to land on Kaya, but the landing was made more painful when the angry brunette pulled her knees up and let the falling Dombrowski gut herself on those bony joints. Celeste flopped to her side clutching her devastated tummy as the Halfmoons rose either side of her.
It looked like the younger Dombrowski was just about used up, her legs limp as Kasa lifted them off the matt. And this meant that she was looking like easy prey as the Teton girl pulled her into a wheelbarrow and nodded to her twin. Kaya was busy kicking Lynda out of the ring, but she turned and started to climb to the top turnbuckle as her sister lifted up into the Wheelbarrow Suplex position which marked the beginning of their ‘Uprising’ finisher.
And then, without any warning, the lights went out.
In fact that wasn’t quite true, there was a faint illumination from some of the open arena doors and emergency lighting sprang up along the ramp which left the entranceway juuuuust visible. The sudden darkness had completely enveloped the ring though, and seemed to have stopped both pairs of sisters in their tracks. They might have thought it was a technical fault, but that became a lot less likely when music started playing through the speakers.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
PURE MORNING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOWraVWs5dc
Two figures emerged from the top of the ramp, making their way down through the twilight. The taller of the two was striding, picking up pace into a run and continuing to accelerate towards the ring. This meant that even when the lights came back on it was hard to tell what she was wearing; a flash of what looked like a white blouse and short plaid skirt, with flowing, vividly orange hair and a pair of seriously long pins carrying her forwards at speed. Lynda had just about recovered her feet outside the ring, but she was sent flying backwards courtesy of a dropkick from the redhead which was almost as gorgeous as it was brutal.
SHOTGUN SINGLE-LEG DROPKICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvsk1N4dcJU
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who’s dressed in leather
Lynda snapped away from the impact and the newcomer was back up to her feet, stopping for a second to look around and letting those nearby see the odd bronze- and charcoal-coloured chevrons painted over her left eye. The music continued overhead, and the tall girl was quickly off again, clambering up into the ring and engulfing Kasa Halfmoon in a hail of fists and elbows.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
The second new arrival was taking a very different tack, dancing ethereally to the music with her eyes closed. Her sequined green hotpants sparkled back and forth in the light, and the sheer, glittery mesh top covering her torso left her lacy black bra completely visible. This in combination with the bed-head styling of her brunette locks, heavy makeup, and the neon double-chevron painted over one eye, made her look more suited to some twisted nightclub than the developmental leagues of the world’s premier female wrestling promotion. But that impression vanished when, three quarters of the way down the ramp, she abruptly gave up her rhythmic swaying for a dead sprint at the ring,
Our thoughts compressed, which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather
The brunette hit the ring full pelt, dived under the bottom rope and barely broke stride as she crossed the canvas and leaped fluidly up to the top turnbuckle. Without a second’s pause she spun on her heel and tossed herself into a gorgeous backflip out into the void. She bottomed out at the perfect moment to drive her body full force into Kaya and Celeste, who had both rolled outside the ring when the sneak attack occurred but had apparently not travelled far enough.
TURNBUCKLE MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULtGiilKVIA
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
Popping to her feet after a relatively cushioned landing, the dark-haired girl glanced around, giving those fans at ringside their first close-up view of a striking face and particularly that left eye painted with dual chevrons of neon pink and green. “Harry darl?” the crowd heard her call, her voice revealing a distinct Australian inflection. She raised it a little over the audience and the music, as if she was trying to catch the attention of a friend at a house party. “The centre cannot hold!”
When she’s pressed she will undress
And then she’s boxing clever
Up in the ring the taller woman must have heard because she clearly nodded, muttered something which looked a bit like “things fall apart”, and then hurled herself into a flying clothesline which sent both she and Kasa over the top rope. The audience seemed pretty confused by the cryptic code-phrase, but didn’t have time to consider it as the redhead stomped around to grab the slowly recovering Kaya by the hair and lift her bodily back up into the ring. Her partner scrambled back in a few feet away.
A friend in need’s a friend indeed
The redhead grinned at the brunette, hauled Kaya up to unsteady feet, and held out a hand to help her partner clamber onto her own shoulders. They paused there for a second in Electric Chair position, then the smaller woman dived off her improvised perch, catching Halfmoon around the neck and tucking her knees up into an innovative height-augmented lungblower! She held on to her grip too, keeping Kaya’s tits tight against her knees while the big redhead dived into a somersault senton across her exposed back.
My friend confessed, she passed the test
And we will never sever
Smashed between the two interlopers, Halfmoon spasmed like a fish out of water and flopped away, gasping shallowly as she tried to re-inflate her devastated chest. Both newcomers rolled to their knees and stood up, the redhead digging into her blouse and withdrawing two nametags. With her other hand she made a slashing motion towards the skybox, finally cutting out the music which had accompanied the pair since their sudden arrival.
She fastened one nametag to her chest pocket, the camera zooming in to read ‘Hello, my name is HARRIET’. The other was handed to the brunette who struggled a little to find somewhere to attach the pin on that sheer top. She eventually threaded it through the meshing onto one lacy bra strap, drawing close camera attention to ‘Hello, my name is LYRA’ scrawled on the nameplate.
HARRIET LARKIN
LYRA FAULK
‘Harriet’, as she had named herself, reached out and took the hand of ‘Lyra’, raising it up high and then bringing it down into rough stage bow. The brunette’s elaborate curtsey was a lot more graceful, but she held onto her partner’s arm and dragged her closer, craning up on her tiptoes at the same time so that the two were pulled together into a passionate kiss.
The crowd’s reaction was a lot less angry now, showing their usual raucous approval for anything which dragged the action down a titillating path. The lip-lock continued for a few seconds and then Harriet reached up and took a handful of dark tresses, pulling to separate them and smiling at the slightly disappointed look on Lyra’s face.
In fact it looked like the smaller girl was dissolving into a tantrum, albeit one which was clearly just an act. “You said we were going to Disney World!” Lyra shouted. She gave a tug on the larger woman’s hand and led her over to the ropes, ushering her through and then reclaiming her grip when they were both on the floor. Harriet managed to hold her ground long enough to snatch a microphone from a ringside tech but she’d been yanked halfway back up the ramp before she could persuade the brunette to let her go again. Finally she raised the mic to her lips.
“Hello Bangor. We’ve had a ball here tonight! You’ve been wonderful, but please don’t expect us to be back, we’d hate for you folks to be disappointed. In fact, I’d advise everyone not to expect us at all.”
The redhead waved the stick invitingly at her smaller partner, who was still pouting but consented to shout “See ya ‘round!” down the mic. Then she swatted it out of Harriet’s hand, ignoring the loud ‘pop’ as it landed, and dragged her ‘friend’ out of the arena and away from the carnage they had caused.