Post by dsb on Oct 19, 2018 22:24:22 GMT
Once the cage is lifted, and the ring crew scrambles to clean up as much of the blood and glass and other debris from the violent war that had just happened, FAWN’s play-by-play woman, Joanna Coleman piped in to the viewing audience, “Standing by backstage is FAWN’s Director of Social Media, Mel Sutton. Take it away, Mel!” The camera then cuts to Mel Sutton, standing beside the imposing tag team of Savage and Feral, better known as the Wild Ones.
MEL SUTTON
SAVAGE
FERAL
For FAWN’s biggest night, instead of her usual blouse and miniskirt ensemble, Mel is wearing an elegant red sequined evening gown that tightly hugs her petite curves and accentuates her impressive cleavage. In sharp contrast, the subjects of Mel’s interview are dressed rather simply, wearing only t-shirts and ripped jeans.
“Thanks, Joanna! I’m here with a tag team that has quickly made a name for themselves in FAWN developmental as a team to be reckoned with: Feral and Savage, The Wild Ones! Ladies, thank you for your time.” The bikers’ only reply is to grunt out a greeting. Accustomed to such curt treatment, Mel simply shrugs and begins the interview. “The two of you have cut a path of destruction through developmental, the likes have which have not been seen in quite some time. And yet, despite that, your names haven’t come up as talent that’s rumored to be called up soon. Nor, to the best of my sources’ knowledge, are you in line for a shot at the tag team titles in Bangor. Does this surprise you?”
The pair share a quick, knowing, glance, followed by an equally knowing and humorless chuckle before Savage answers Mel. “Surprised? Nah. You might call it a “path of destruction”; Feral and me? We call it a fucking joke.”
“That’s right!” Feral chimes in, “Taking out the trash here has been real easy since we got here, because we ain’t fight nobody but losers!”
“You got it, Feral!” the statuesque blonde nods in agreement, “You could team up Bianca Simpson and Honey Harris, and even THEY could mop up the teams they’ve been lining up to face us! Now, why is that, Feral?”
“Because,” the slender black girl quickly answers, “the so-called teams that’ve faced us so far have been cobbled together teams of scrubs who, more often than not, don’t even fucking LIKE each other!”
“Yeah, that’s right, Feral! Seems the top brass in FAWN don’t trust us to get in the ring and not hurt bitches! So they ain’t putting us up against any established teams!”
“Ain’t that some shit?! Tell me something, Miss Sutton,” Feral begins, putting an arm around a very dubious Mel, “Do we look like the kinda girls that’ll go out and hurt people?” Mel opens her mouth to answer, but is quickly cut off by the diminutive black girl, “WELL, WE ARE!! AHHHHAHAHA!!!” she cackles, drawing a grin from Savage’s lips.
“That’s right! Last I checked, this is fucking wrestling! If you don’t wanna get hurt, go take up knitting or something. Me and Feral, we’ve been fighting since before we even met!” She pauses to share a quick fist bump with her partner. “We’ve kicked peoples asses, and we’ve had our asses handed to us. And that’s what we’re after here in FAWN: A good fight! We want someone to kick our ass! We’re begging you bitches to come beat our ass! Because, I’ve gotta be honest with you, Mel, we’ve been the ones handing out the beatings since the day we rolled into here, and quite frankly, we’re getting bored.”
“Is that right?
CRACK! The unmistakable sound of metal hitting flesh and bone echoes through the hallway as a folding steel chair hits Savage square in the face, staggering and backing her against the wall, but not quite felling the statuesque blonde, also causing Mel to scurry and retreat to safety..
“SAVAGE!! WHAT TH-AAAAIIIEEE!!! SHIT!!” Feral shrieks as Kaya Halfmoon maces her eyes, all but emptying the whole can on her. Meanwhile, her twin sister and candidate in the chair-throwing olympics, Kasa Halfmoon, slips on a set of brass knuckles and advances on the stunned Savage.
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON
A barrage of brass-assisted punches follows, to Savage’s face, gut, crotch, and even her tits, before she finally slumps to the floor from the onslaught. To her credit, Savage doesn’t give the Teton Terror the satisfaction of crying out in pain, only offering mild grunts as she grits her teeth, forced to take each blow unprotected, since Kasa immobilized the blonde powerhouse’s arms by the wrists so she couldn’t defend herself.
“Savage, I can’t see! What’s hap-UNNGH!!” Feral calls out, reaching out blindly for her partner before getting kicked in the gut by Kaya, causing her to double over.
“What’s happening,” she answers her with a snarl, “is that we’re giving you bitches the ass kicking you were just asking for!” With that, she hauls Feral up onto her shoulder and tosses the black girl like a lawn dart at the wall. Her head makes contact with the concrete with a sickening THUD! and she flops down to the floor. The twins continue to pummel the bikers with fist and boot, trash-talking all the while.
“You bored now, you fucking dykes?!”
“Not so tough now, are ya, when you’re the ones getting jumped from behind?!”
“That’s what you bitches get for starting shit!”
“You sluts still wanna get your asses beat?! Huh?! ‘Cause we’ve got a whole lot more where this came from!”
“Kaya!” Kasa lets up the assault and calls to her sister, picking up the chair she’d thrown. “This is fun and all, but we need to put our exclamation point on it before the suits get here to put a stop to our fun!”
“Way ahead of ya, sis!” Kaya quickly answers, having retrieved a chair of her own and now hauling Feral up to her feet by grabbing a handful of the collar of her t-shirt. Letting Feral go and letting her stand there on wobbly legs, the Teton Twins pull back on their chairs and simultaneously swing, leveling the slender black girl with a sickening Con-chair-to.
CON-CHAIR-TO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq6lSM4PwCY
Feral puddles to the floor, curled up into an unconscious ball. “Get her up. GET HER UP!!” Kasa barks, leading Kaya to pull Savage up by her hair. Once she’s up, the Halfmoons give the blonde powerhouse exactly what they gave her girlfriend, smashing her in the head with another Con-chair-to. Savage drops like a stone and lies starfished and face-down on the floor. The twins grin at their handiwork and high-five each other.
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” Kaya pats her sister on the back for a job well done, as they walk away from the wreckage. Kasa, for her part, keeps her eyes on the unconscious team, licking her lips and motioning for them to come and get them as she backs up down the hallway.
“Come get your receipt, bitches! When you wake up, that is! HAHAHAHA!!!” With that, they saunter down the hallway, just as FAWN officials arrive on the scene, moments too late as usual. Amazingly, by the time they arrive, Savage is already pushing herself up onto all fours, and she even seems to be laughing!
“N-nnngh! Heh heh heh...When...when we get our hands on you whores...You’re fucking dead...Unngh…Ha ha...We’re...gonna fucking...rip you to shreds...”
MEL SUTTON
SAVAGE
FERAL
For FAWN’s biggest night, instead of her usual blouse and miniskirt ensemble, Mel is wearing an elegant red sequined evening gown that tightly hugs her petite curves and accentuates her impressive cleavage. In sharp contrast, the subjects of Mel’s interview are dressed rather simply, wearing only t-shirts and ripped jeans.
“Thanks, Joanna! I’m here with a tag team that has quickly made a name for themselves in FAWN developmental as a team to be reckoned with: Feral and Savage, The Wild Ones! Ladies, thank you for your time.” The bikers’ only reply is to grunt out a greeting. Accustomed to such curt treatment, Mel simply shrugs and begins the interview. “The two of you have cut a path of destruction through developmental, the likes have which have not been seen in quite some time. And yet, despite that, your names haven’t come up as talent that’s rumored to be called up soon. Nor, to the best of my sources’ knowledge, are you in line for a shot at the tag team titles in Bangor. Does this surprise you?”
The pair share a quick, knowing, glance, followed by an equally knowing and humorless chuckle before Savage answers Mel. “Surprised? Nah. You might call it a “path of destruction”; Feral and me? We call it a fucking joke.”
“That’s right!” Feral chimes in, “Taking out the trash here has been real easy since we got here, because we ain’t fight nobody but losers!”
“You got it, Feral!” the statuesque blonde nods in agreement, “You could team up Bianca Simpson and Honey Harris, and even THEY could mop up the teams they’ve been lining up to face us! Now, why is that, Feral?”
“Because,” the slender black girl quickly answers, “the so-called teams that’ve faced us so far have been cobbled together teams of scrubs who, more often than not, don’t even fucking LIKE each other!”
“Yeah, that’s right, Feral! Seems the top brass in FAWN don’t trust us to get in the ring and not hurt bitches! So they ain’t putting us up against any established teams!”
“Ain’t that some shit?! Tell me something, Miss Sutton,” Feral begins, putting an arm around a very dubious Mel, “Do we look like the kinda girls that’ll go out and hurt people?” Mel opens her mouth to answer, but is quickly cut off by the diminutive black girl, “WELL, WE ARE!! AHHHHAHAHA!!!” she cackles, drawing a grin from Savage’s lips.
“That’s right! Last I checked, this is fucking wrestling! If you don’t wanna get hurt, go take up knitting or something. Me and Feral, we’ve been fighting since before we even met!” She pauses to share a quick fist bump with her partner. “We’ve kicked peoples asses, and we’ve had our asses handed to us. And that’s what we’re after here in FAWN: A good fight! We want someone to kick our ass! We’re begging you bitches to come beat our ass! Because, I’ve gotta be honest with you, Mel, we’ve been the ones handing out the beatings since the day we rolled into here, and quite frankly, we’re getting bored.”
“Is that right?
CRACK! The unmistakable sound of metal hitting flesh and bone echoes through the hallway as a folding steel chair hits Savage square in the face, staggering and backing her against the wall, but not quite felling the statuesque blonde, also causing Mel to scurry and retreat to safety..
“SAVAGE!! WHAT TH-AAAAIIIEEE!!! SHIT!!” Feral shrieks as Kaya Halfmoon maces her eyes, all but emptying the whole can on her. Meanwhile, her twin sister and candidate in the chair-throwing olympics, Kasa Halfmoon, slips on a set of brass knuckles and advances on the stunned Savage.
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON
A barrage of brass-assisted punches follows, to Savage’s face, gut, crotch, and even her tits, before she finally slumps to the floor from the onslaught. To her credit, Savage doesn’t give the Teton Terror the satisfaction of crying out in pain, only offering mild grunts as she grits her teeth, forced to take each blow unprotected, since Kasa immobilized the blonde powerhouse’s arms by the wrists so she couldn’t defend herself.
“Savage, I can’t see! What’s hap-UNNGH!!” Feral calls out, reaching out blindly for her partner before getting kicked in the gut by Kaya, causing her to double over.
“What’s happening,” she answers her with a snarl, “is that we’re giving you bitches the ass kicking you were just asking for!” With that, she hauls Feral up onto her shoulder and tosses the black girl like a lawn dart at the wall. Her head makes contact with the concrete with a sickening THUD! and she flops down to the floor. The twins continue to pummel the bikers with fist and boot, trash-talking all the while.
“You bored now, you fucking dykes?!”
“Not so tough now, are ya, when you’re the ones getting jumped from behind?!”
“That’s what you bitches get for starting shit!”
“You sluts still wanna get your asses beat?! Huh?! ‘Cause we’ve got a whole lot more where this came from!”
“Kaya!” Kasa lets up the assault and calls to her sister, picking up the chair she’d thrown. “This is fun and all, but we need to put our exclamation point on it before the suits get here to put a stop to our fun!”
“Way ahead of ya, sis!” Kaya quickly answers, having retrieved a chair of her own and now hauling Feral up to her feet by grabbing a handful of the collar of her t-shirt. Letting Feral go and letting her stand there on wobbly legs, the Teton Twins pull back on their chairs and simultaneously swing, leveling the slender black girl with a sickening Con-chair-to.
CON-CHAIR-TO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq6lSM4PwCY
Feral puddles to the floor, curled up into an unconscious ball. “Get her up. GET HER UP!!” Kasa barks, leading Kaya to pull Savage up by her hair. Once she’s up, the Halfmoons give the blonde powerhouse exactly what they gave her girlfriend, smashing her in the head with another Con-chair-to. Savage drops like a stone and lies starfished and face-down on the floor. The twins grin at their handiwork and high-five each other.
“Come on, let’s get out of here!” Kaya pats her sister on the back for a job well done, as they walk away from the wreckage. Kasa, for her part, keeps her eyes on the unconscious team, licking her lips and motioning for them to come and get them as she backs up down the hallway.
“Come get your receipt, bitches! When you wake up, that is! HAHAHAHA!!!” With that, they saunter down the hallway, just as FAWN officials arrive on the scene, moments too late as usual. Amazingly, by the time they arrive, Savage is already pushing herself up onto all fours, and she even seems to be laughing!
“N-nnngh! Heh heh heh...When...when we get our hands on you whores...You’re fucking dead...Unngh…Ha ha...We’re...gonna fucking...rip you to shreds...”