Post by dsb on Nov 11, 2018 21:57:09 GMT
The ring bell tolls thrice as the ring announcer takes his place in the center of the ring. “The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” he bellows, “with a twenty minute time limit!” With that, the lights dim and Winterhawk’s “Fight” blares through the speakers, followed by a shower of red, black, and orange lights.
FIGHT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_xQ9fPe9cM
Tearing open the curtain, the identical twin sisters known as the War Party stomp their way to center stage. Unlike previous all-too-brief visits to FAWN Arena, the Halfmoons have a different look about them, almost salivating at the opportunity to take their opponents this evening down a peg.
“Introducing first...Hailing from Standing Rock Reservation, North Dakota...at a total combined weight of two hundred seventy pounds...Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon...They are THE WAR PARTY!!”
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON:
The Lakota twins pay no mind to the boos from the assembled crowd, both making a play at brushing imaginary dust off their shoulders before turning to the hard camera.
“This is OUR TIME!!” Kaya shouts at the camera.
“That’s right!” Kasa adds, taking position above her crouching sibling, “Once we expose these overrated rookies for the frauds they are, the rest of FAWN’s tag team division had better be on notice, and learn to fear the war drums!”
Having said their piece, the twins march down to the ring, each garbed in matching black one-pieces and dark red boots. A silver crescent moon is stitched to the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya. Observant fans note that other than this, it's more or less impossible to tell them apart. Knowing that this sort of confusion and misdirection is one of their favorite tactics, FAWN officials have assigned Senior Referee Nick Castle to oversee what is sure to be a heated match, hoping that the senior official will be more savvy to the twins’ tricks. Once in the ring, other than an initial war cry an a fist pump, the Halfmoons offer the unappreciative fans no further theatrics, content to hang back in their corner, eyes on the stage, waiting for their opponents.
Before long, “Fight” fades, as do the lights once more. After a pregnant pause, the soaring guitar intro of Iced Earth’s “Pure Evil” fills the Arena as blue spotlights focus on the stage.
PURE EVIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGZ-vEHuwNY
“And their opponents...Representing the Steel Jungle...They weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of two hundred forty-two pounds...Savage and Feral...They are THE WILD ONES!!”
THE WILD ONES: SAVAGE AND FERAL
The bikers storm the stage, taking up position at the top of the entrance ramp. The pair cut a very striking image, both women wearing spike-studded leather jackets. While Feral is wearing a skull facemask, Savage sports a gas mask, looking for all the world like they just stepped out of the Mad Maxx world. The lovers strike a pose, with the smaller Feral crouching in front, pointing threateningly at the ring, while the statuesque Savage stands tall, raising her fist, the pair looking very reminiscent of another pair of famous male wrestlers from almost twenty-five years ago. For their part, their opponents look unimpressed by their display, with Kaya rolling her eyes and Kasa looking impatiently at an imaginary watch. The Wild Ones don’t make the Teton Twins wait much longer, rushing the ring and whipping off their jackets, and removing their masks, revealing an outfit of a leopard-print sports bra and black leggings with leopard print along the sides and black wrestling shoes on Feral, while Savage sports a tiger-print bikini top that shows plenty of her impressive cleavage, with matching bottoms underneath a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes, with black mma-style gloves and black boots completing the ensemble. The pair ascend the turnbuckles opposite their opponents, looking out on the crowd, leading them in singing along with their entrance music.
We’ll paint the sky with blood tonight!
Set free the damned to fight!
The whore of Babylon is here, the end of the storm is -
With their backs to them, the Halfmoons seize their opportunity to strike, dashing over to the corners and shoving their foes from their perch, down to the floor below. Savage tumbles to the floor, her back colliding with the ring apron before crashing into the guardrail, while the diminutive Feral clears the ring entirely, splattering against the guardrail. War Party proceed to press their advantage while Castle is still in the ring, processing what’s happening, with Kasa grabbing Savage from behind by the hair and ramming her face-first into the ring post, sending her staggering into the announce table area, while Kaya took up a perch on the top rope, eyeing the prone Feral. As the slender black girl slowly struggles to her feet, using the guardrail for assistance, Kaya strikes, launching herself at her prey with a double axe-handle from the top rope to the floor that drives Feral’s throat into the guardrail.
Feral clutches her throat and gasps for air as she rolls around on the floor in agony. Her aggressor smirks for a moment, relishing her prey’s suffering before resuming her assault, planting a boot on the small of Feral’s back, pinning her down and pulling back on the face mask around her neck, choking the poor girl mercilessly. Meanwhile, Kasa is relentless in her assault on the blonde powerhouse. A rake of her eyes keeps her on her heels while the Lakota beauty retrieves a leather belt from god knows where and lashes the statuesque Savage hard across the midsection, finally causing the double-tough biker chick to cry out, causing Kasa to lick her lips with sadistic glee. She then decides to join her sister in restricting their opponents’ air flow by wrapping the strap around Savage’s throat and tugging back hard, strangling the bigger girl.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Nick Castle finally clears out the cobwebs enough to signal to the timekeeper to ring the bell, thus bringing this match to its official start. “Get it in the ring, you two!” He shouts at the twins, causing them both to look up at him, annoyed that he’d interrupted their fun. When they don’t move fast enough for his liking, he barks at them, “So help me, I will disqualify you right now and see to it that you never sniff the main roster ever again!” The Teton Twins roll their eyes and let their victims go. Well, Kasa lets Savage go, although not before a parting shot of another eye rake followed by a sharp overhead chop to her massive chest, and returns to her team’s corner; Kaya hauls Feral up roughly by the hair and walks her over to the ring apron and rolls her in under the bottom rope, and then quickly follows her inside, planting a boot on her chest as Castle drops down to count.
ONE!
TW - !
Feral jerks her shoulder up at one and a half, leading Kaya to chuckle and grin. “Guess she needs a little more persuasion, sister dear.” she calls to her twin, standing in their corner. “Care to take your turn?”
“Oh, no, my dear sister.” Kasa answers, her voice sweet as honey, “You’re having so much fun, I wouldn’t dream of depriving you. By all means, show that little dyke what happens when you fuck with the us!”
Kaya brushes a few strands of hair from her face, her beauty belying her malice, and she smiles at her sister as she drags Feral to her feet, “Why, Kasa! You know how much I love sharing in my fun with you! Let’s show this bitch together!” With that, she backs the still-stunned girl into their corner and proceeds to light Feral’s chest up with a trifecta of vicious knife-edge chops, followed by Kasa tagging herself in and pummelling the poor girl with a series of brutal underhand punches to her stomach. Then, Kaya tags herself back in and repeats the assault of knife-edge chops, then Kasa returned with a new volley of gut punches. Over and over, the pattern repeats itself, an even more brutal version of the Unicorn Stampede that they would henceforth refer to as a Buffalo Stampede.
BUFFALO STAMPEDE (only alternating chops and gut punches, instead of stomping): www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs5x9yGsmPo
When they finally tired of working her over, Kaya simply dumps the slender Jungle Queen out of their corner, Feral tumbling to the mat and starfishing mere feet away, face-down. Kaya grins and looks at her face-down foe, seemingly trying to decide what to do next. In the end, she can’t resist a bit of mild humiliation before getting back to work. The Teton Terror kneels down beside Feral, and gives her backside a few sharp swats, drawing a yelp from her foe with each slap, and causing the flesh beneath to jiggle visibly within her skintight leggings. Kaya then turns her over and covers her for another pin, stacking her up to pin her, matchbook-style.
ONE!
TWO!
Feral manages to turn her shoulder at two, albeit a little less emphatically than the first pin attempt. This does nothing to spoil the sadistic siblings’ mood, however, as Kaya simply skips over to her corner to confer with her sister. “I do believe it’s your turn, sister dear.” And with that she holds out her hand politely, waiting for the tag.
“Thank you ever so much, sis!” Kasa replies, touching her sister’s hand in what has to be one of the lightest tags ever witnessed. She then climbs through the ropes and skips, much like Kaya had done, over to Feral and hauls her up to her feet roughly by the hair. “Up we go, tough girl.” she taunts as she brings her over to the ropes before Irish whipping her, shooting her to the opposite side. On the rebound, Kasa catches the wrestling neophyte with a bone-rattling clothesline that puts her back on the mat in an instant. Kasa then breaks out into a sprint against the ropes, leaping into the air and dropping a leg across her opponent’s chest before hooking a leg for another pin while her leg was still draped across Feral’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!
Again, the biker kicks out and Kasa licks her lips, nodding, planning her next move. Presently, Savage has finally made her way back to their corner, and is now shouting words of encouragement to her lover. Kasa looks over to the Blonde Bomber and flips her off, her pleasant smile never leaving her lips. After digging the knife in a little more by making a kissy face at her, she drags the exhausted Feral into a corner. After a couple forearm shots to her face, Kasa sends her into the opposite corner, and she follows close behind, levelling her with a stiff clothesline, followed quickly by a belly-to-belly suplex and a lateral pin.
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout actually manages to sour Kasa’s mood. “Okay, NOW you’re starting to piss me off, you stubborn bitch!” Feral replies with a grin and a one-finger salute, which serves to both energize the FAWNatics, who explode in appreciative applause at the biker chick’s guts, and enrage her foe, who grabs Feral’s extended hand and sets it on the mat as she clambers to her feet. She then viciously stomps on the appendage, causing the defiant Feral to scream in agony and roll around on the mat, clutching her now mangled hand. The Lakota fighter then stomps on Feral’s back and mounts it, locking in a punishing camel clutch.
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Kasa pours on the punishment, throwing a series of clubbing forearms across Feral’s modest chest. She follows that up by pulling back on the camel clutch as far as she can, then rocking back and forth on it, violently jerking the poor girl’s body. To Feral’s credit, each time Castle asks if she wants to give up, she responds with some form of expletive. Kasa responds to Feral’s obstinance by sticking her fingers in her face, tearing at the slender girl’s face, drawing anguished screams from her prey.
“COME ON, BABE!!” Savage shouts desperately to her lover, “HANG IN THERE, YOU CAN DO IT!!”
“Hey, look, sis!” Kaya calls out mirthfully, pointing to Savage who is gritting her teeth with worry for her beloved. “I think she’s actually crying!”
:”Are you serious?” her twin answers, looking up and across the ring at the statuesque blonde. “Why, Kaya, I do believe you’re right!” With this revelation, the humor returns to Kasa’s demeanor, and she laughs heartily at Savage’s dismay. “Oh, love truly is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?”
“Get off of her face, you bitch!!” Savage shouts as angry tears well up in her eyes.
Kasa replies with a grin and a wink. “You mean like this?” and with that, the Teton Terror’s thumbs find their way into Feral’s eye sockets, causing her to scream in agony once again. “You’d better pipe down before you make things even worse for her.” Kasa warns before Castle’s voice reaches her ears.
“...TWO!....THREE!...”
Apparently, in the back-and-forth that was going on, Kasa had completely missed Castle’s warning to keep out of Feral’s face. She quickly resumes the chinlock, but that’s not good enough for the senior official.
“Off her, Halfmoon...NOW!”
She looks up at the zebra, a look of disappointment on her face, “You are no fun, you know that?” Nick moves to begin a new five-count and Kasa rolls her eyes, “Fiiiiiiiine!” And with that, she unhooks Feral’s arms and simply lets her drop to the mat, face-first as she gets back to her feet. She shoots the referee a dirty look before pulling Feral to her feet by her hair and dragging her over to the nearby corner. Looking over at Savage, she suddenly points at her and starts shouting, “HEY HEY HEY!!! Keep her back, ref!” When the confused Castle turns to see just what Kasa is talking about, the sly Lakota lays in a quick knee to Feral’s crotch. She follows the unseen low blow up with a couple more gut shots, then a couple knife-edge chops, working her way up the co-Queen of the Steel Jungle’s body, finishing with a blatant choke, which she milks for a full four-and-a-half count before breaking it off. As Feral slumps down, half-sitting on the middle turnbuckle, Kasa turns back to Savage, her expression more serious.
“Seriously, though,” she begins, her tone earnest, “this is your girl, right?” Savage says nothing, smouldering in the corner. “How could you, in good conscience, team up with somebody so damn frail, much less someone you supposedly love?” This actually elicits a humorless chuckle from Savage. “What’s so funny, blondie?” Kasa demands.
“Frail?” Savage is quick to answer, “Are you fucking serious? The two of you have been beating on her for, what, ten minutes now? And you still can’t put her away? And she’s the frail one?” This brings a derisive snarl to Kasa’s lips. “You’d better stop paying attention to me, and focus on - “ Savage advises before stopping short and chuckling again, “...Whoops, too late.”
Kasa blinks in confusion, the snarl never leaving her lips, “Too late? The hell are you talking aboWHHHOOOOOOAAAA!!”
Kasa’s shout of surprise mingles with Feral’s guttural roar of fury. Having had enough time to recover, Feral shoots out of the corner and blindsides her up-till-now tormentor with a running tackle, lifting the bigger girl off the mat and driving her into the nearby corner in a show of strength that shouldn’t seem possible for the diminutive girl, particularly given the punishment she’s endured thus far. Just before hitting the corner, Feral releases Kasa, freeing her to roll her arm so that the point of her elbow was in Halfmoon’s throat upon impact.
“Took your eye off the ball, bitch.” Savage chides, relishing watching her girlfriend go to work. Have fun.”
Kasa is clutching her throat and gasping for breath as Feral wraps her legs around her torso, wasting no time tearing into the stunned girl, overwhelming her with a flurry of offense. She nails her with rapid-fire punches to her face, head butts, and even tearing at her face and biting her forehead! At seeing this, Savage finally steps in and calls out to her lover before she gets them disqualified.
“Feral! FERAL!! Knock it off and tag me!!”
Feral looks back at the blonde and nods, unraveling herself from her foe, and giving her a final rake of the eyes to halt any movement to stop her, or to tag in her sister. “That’s for what you did to my girl, bitch!” she quips as she moves toward Savage on slightly unsteady legs, her adrenaline seeming to be wearing off. Seeing that Kasa won’t be in a position to do anything about it, Kaya climbs through the ropes to try and illegally intercept Feral and stop her from making the tag. Too late, as Feral leaps for Savage in a final burst of energy, slapping her hand to a thunderous applause. Kaya quickly backs up, hands up in a placating gesture, trying to beg off the blonde powerhouse as she steps through the ropes, licking her lips with glee in anticipation of ruining these two whores for what they’d done to Feral. This was exactly what the Halfmoons were hoping to avoid. All along, their game plan was to isolate who they thought was the weak link of the team; the tiny, inexperienced Feral. Now, all that was out the window, and it’s clear that the fresh Savage is chomping at the bit to get them back.
Kaya doesn’t back off fast enough, as Savage takes off like a bat out of hell, levelling her with a running big boot that puts Kaya on her back in an instant, sending her rolling out of the ring. She then turns her attention to Kasa, who has just managed to regain her sight. “Aw, shit.” she grimaces, seeing the statuesque blonde standing across the ring from her. Savage grins, but wastes no time with words, charging into the corner with her Trainwreck splash.
TRAINWRECK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3QMPgB1V14
Kasa puddles to the mat, but doesn’t stay there long, as Savage pulls her up by the hair. Seeing her partner recovered and ascending the turnbuckle, the powerhouse then plants Halfmoon with her Black Noise uranage backbreaker, followed by a Phoenix Splash from Feral.
BLACK NOISE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=98yXizxQnY0
PHOENIX SPLASH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBJrXWk8kiA
Feral quickly rolls out to the apron upon impact, and Savage dashes for the ropes. Upon rebound, she goes into a forward roll into a standing frog splash, while Feral hits Kasa with a slingshot legdrop, a picture perfect example of the Rolling Thunder double team move.
ROLLING THUNDER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B_cS0_BKs8
It’s at this point that Castle has had enough. The senior referee walks up to the pair, an accusatory finger wagging at them. “Alright, you two, knock it off!” he barks, “Out of the ring, Feral, now, or I’ll throw out the match!”
The two of them look at the official, and Feral opens her mouth to reply, but Savage taps her girlfriend on the chest. “It’s cool,” Savage tells her, “we’re about to end this anyway.” Feral nods with a sinister grin and takes her place on the ring apron.
While all this is going on, Kaya seizes the opportunity to act while Castle’s back is turned. She quickly slides back into the ring, grabbing her dazed twin and rolling her out of the ring and taking her place, lying prone on the mat. Being none the wiser, Savage pushes past Nick and leans down to gather whom she thinks is Kasa Halfmoon. “Alright, you stupid cunt. Time for you to go for a - WHOOOAAA!!” The trap sprung, Kaya rolls Savage up into a tight small package and Castle scrambles to count the pin.
TWIN MAGIC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KI9m3173Lck
ONE!
TWO!
...THREE!!
Feral watches from the ring apron, jaw hung open as the bell rings and Kaya quickly rolls out of the ring to join her sister, who is struggling to hold herself up, head down on the ring apron. Kaya takes a similar posture as Savage looks up at Castle, wide-eyed with rage and confusion.
“What the fuck was that? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”
Castle frowns as he looks out at the twins. He knows. He knows. Utilizing their identical appearance to get an unfair advantage is a favorite tactic of the Halfmoons. Everyone knows this, and it’s clear to Castle that’s exactly what happened here. The problem is in proving it. Both of the twins are kneeling outside the ring, head down and arms draped on the ring apron, making it next to impossible to definitively tell who it was that scored the pinfall, as everyone knows there’s no instant replay in wrestling. Knowing this, the twins look up as the match’s result is announced.
“Ladies and gentlemen...the winners of this match, via pinfall...WAR PARTY!!”
Upon officially hearing them announced as the winners, the Halfmoon twins both grin like Cheshire cats and back away up the entrance ramp, arm in arm, leaving the losers to rage in the ring.
“BULLSHIT!!” Savage screams as she kicks the ropes, “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!” The cacophony of jeers from the crowd suggests that they agree with the Blonde Bomber’s assessment. Feral, for her part, while similarly steaming, is trying to calm her girlfriend down, knowing how destructive she can be when she boils over.
“Babe...Babe!!” Feral calls to Savage, taking her hand and stroking her arm, “Calm down, please! Don’t you worry, we’re gonna get ‘em. We ain’t done with them by half!” Savage bows her head and closes her eyes to collect herself. When she opens them, she offers Feral a “thank you” in the form of a gentle kiss on the cheek. Deciding that wasn’t good enough for her, Feral pulls her in for a loving kiss and a passionate embrace, drawing a round of applause for the couple with surprisingly few catcalls. The pair put on a brave face and smile and wave to the FAWNatics before their gaze once again falls upon their rivals.
From the safety of the stage, War Party taunts the biker chicks, making the “loser” hand gesture and laughing at them. Then, in perfect synchronization, they blow the pair a kiss, then turn their backs to them, sensually swaying their hips as they do so, and then SMACK their backsides, nonverbally telling both the Wild Ones and the assembled masses exactly what they can do with what they think about how the match ended.
FIGHT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_xQ9fPe9cM
Tearing open the curtain, the identical twin sisters known as the War Party stomp their way to center stage. Unlike previous all-too-brief visits to FAWN Arena, the Halfmoons have a different look about them, almost salivating at the opportunity to take their opponents this evening down a peg.
“Introducing first...Hailing from Standing Rock Reservation, North Dakota...at a total combined weight of two hundred seventy pounds...Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon...They are THE WAR PARTY!!”
WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON:
The Lakota twins pay no mind to the boos from the assembled crowd, both making a play at brushing imaginary dust off their shoulders before turning to the hard camera.
“This is OUR TIME!!” Kaya shouts at the camera.
“That’s right!” Kasa adds, taking position above her crouching sibling, “Once we expose these overrated rookies for the frauds they are, the rest of FAWN’s tag team division had better be on notice, and learn to fear the war drums!”
Having said their piece, the twins march down to the ring, each garbed in matching black one-pieces and dark red boots. A silver crescent moon is stitched to the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya. Observant fans note that other than this, it's more or less impossible to tell them apart. Knowing that this sort of confusion and misdirection is one of their favorite tactics, FAWN officials have assigned Senior Referee Nick Castle to oversee what is sure to be a heated match, hoping that the senior official will be more savvy to the twins’ tricks. Once in the ring, other than an initial war cry an a fist pump, the Halfmoons offer the unappreciative fans no further theatrics, content to hang back in their corner, eyes on the stage, waiting for their opponents.
Before long, “Fight” fades, as do the lights once more. After a pregnant pause, the soaring guitar intro of Iced Earth’s “Pure Evil” fills the Arena as blue spotlights focus on the stage.
PURE EVIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGZ-vEHuwNY
“And their opponents...Representing the Steel Jungle...They weigh in tonight at a total combined weight of two hundred forty-two pounds...Savage and Feral...They are THE WILD ONES!!”
THE WILD ONES: SAVAGE AND FERAL
The bikers storm the stage, taking up position at the top of the entrance ramp. The pair cut a very striking image, both women wearing spike-studded leather jackets. While Feral is wearing a skull facemask, Savage sports a gas mask, looking for all the world like they just stepped out of the Mad Maxx world. The lovers strike a pose, with the smaller Feral crouching in front, pointing threateningly at the ring, while the statuesque Savage stands tall, raising her fist, the pair looking very reminiscent of another pair of famous male wrestlers from almost twenty-five years ago. For their part, their opponents look unimpressed by their display, with Kaya rolling her eyes and Kasa looking impatiently at an imaginary watch. The Wild Ones don’t make the Teton Twins wait much longer, rushing the ring and whipping off their jackets, and removing their masks, revealing an outfit of a leopard-print sports bra and black leggings with leopard print along the sides and black wrestling shoes on Feral, while Savage sports a tiger-print bikini top that shows plenty of her impressive cleavage, with matching bottoms underneath a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes, with black mma-style gloves and black boots completing the ensemble. The pair ascend the turnbuckles opposite their opponents, looking out on the crowd, leading them in singing along with their entrance music.
We’ll paint the sky with blood tonight!
Set free the damned to fight!
The whore of Babylon is here, the end of the storm is -
With their backs to them, the Halfmoons seize their opportunity to strike, dashing over to the corners and shoving their foes from their perch, down to the floor below. Savage tumbles to the floor, her back colliding with the ring apron before crashing into the guardrail, while the diminutive Feral clears the ring entirely, splattering against the guardrail. War Party proceed to press their advantage while Castle is still in the ring, processing what’s happening, with Kasa grabbing Savage from behind by the hair and ramming her face-first into the ring post, sending her staggering into the announce table area, while Kaya took up a perch on the top rope, eyeing the prone Feral. As the slender black girl slowly struggles to her feet, using the guardrail for assistance, Kaya strikes, launching herself at her prey with a double axe-handle from the top rope to the floor that drives Feral’s throat into the guardrail.
Feral clutches her throat and gasps for air as she rolls around on the floor in agony. Her aggressor smirks for a moment, relishing her prey’s suffering before resuming her assault, planting a boot on the small of Feral’s back, pinning her down and pulling back on the face mask around her neck, choking the poor girl mercilessly. Meanwhile, Kasa is relentless in her assault on the blonde powerhouse. A rake of her eyes keeps her on her heels while the Lakota beauty retrieves a leather belt from god knows where and lashes the statuesque Savage hard across the midsection, finally causing the double-tough biker chick to cry out, causing Kasa to lick her lips with sadistic glee. She then decides to join her sister in restricting their opponents’ air flow by wrapping the strap around Savage’s throat and tugging back hard, strangling the bigger girl.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Nick Castle finally clears out the cobwebs enough to signal to the timekeeper to ring the bell, thus bringing this match to its official start. “Get it in the ring, you two!” He shouts at the twins, causing them both to look up at him, annoyed that he’d interrupted their fun. When they don’t move fast enough for his liking, he barks at them, “So help me, I will disqualify you right now and see to it that you never sniff the main roster ever again!” The Teton Twins roll their eyes and let their victims go. Well, Kasa lets Savage go, although not before a parting shot of another eye rake followed by a sharp overhead chop to her massive chest, and returns to her team’s corner; Kaya hauls Feral up roughly by the hair and walks her over to the ring apron and rolls her in under the bottom rope, and then quickly follows her inside, planting a boot on her chest as Castle drops down to count.
ONE!
TW - !
Feral jerks her shoulder up at one and a half, leading Kaya to chuckle and grin. “Guess she needs a little more persuasion, sister dear.” she calls to her twin, standing in their corner. “Care to take your turn?”
“Oh, no, my dear sister.” Kasa answers, her voice sweet as honey, “You’re having so much fun, I wouldn’t dream of depriving you. By all means, show that little dyke what happens when you fuck with the us!”
Kaya brushes a few strands of hair from her face, her beauty belying her malice, and she smiles at her sister as she drags Feral to her feet, “Why, Kasa! You know how much I love sharing in my fun with you! Let’s show this bitch together!” With that, she backs the still-stunned girl into their corner and proceeds to light Feral’s chest up with a trifecta of vicious knife-edge chops, followed by Kasa tagging herself in and pummelling the poor girl with a series of brutal underhand punches to her stomach. Then, Kaya tags herself back in and repeats the assault of knife-edge chops, then Kasa returned with a new volley of gut punches. Over and over, the pattern repeats itself, an even more brutal version of the Unicorn Stampede that they would henceforth refer to as a Buffalo Stampede.
BUFFALO STAMPEDE (only alternating chops and gut punches, instead of stomping): www.youtube.com/watch?v=cs5x9yGsmPo
When they finally tired of working her over, Kaya simply dumps the slender Jungle Queen out of their corner, Feral tumbling to the mat and starfishing mere feet away, face-down. Kaya grins and looks at her face-down foe, seemingly trying to decide what to do next. In the end, she can’t resist a bit of mild humiliation before getting back to work. The Teton Terror kneels down beside Feral, and gives her backside a few sharp swats, drawing a yelp from her foe with each slap, and causing the flesh beneath to jiggle visibly within her skintight leggings. Kaya then turns her over and covers her for another pin, stacking her up to pin her, matchbook-style.
ONE!
TWO!
Feral manages to turn her shoulder at two, albeit a little less emphatically than the first pin attempt. This does nothing to spoil the sadistic siblings’ mood, however, as Kaya simply skips over to her corner to confer with her sister. “I do believe it’s your turn, sister dear.” And with that she holds out her hand politely, waiting for the tag.
“Thank you ever so much, sis!” Kasa replies, touching her sister’s hand in what has to be one of the lightest tags ever witnessed. She then climbs through the ropes and skips, much like Kaya had done, over to Feral and hauls her up to her feet roughly by the hair. “Up we go, tough girl.” she taunts as she brings her over to the ropes before Irish whipping her, shooting her to the opposite side. On the rebound, Kasa catches the wrestling neophyte with a bone-rattling clothesline that puts her back on the mat in an instant. Kasa then breaks out into a sprint against the ropes, leaping into the air and dropping a leg across her opponent’s chest before hooking a leg for another pin while her leg was still draped across Feral’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!
Again, the biker kicks out and Kasa licks her lips, nodding, planning her next move. Presently, Savage has finally made her way back to their corner, and is now shouting words of encouragement to her lover. Kasa looks over to the Blonde Bomber and flips her off, her pleasant smile never leaving her lips. After digging the knife in a little more by making a kissy face at her, she drags the exhausted Feral into a corner. After a couple forearm shots to her face, Kasa sends her into the opposite corner, and she follows close behind, levelling her with a stiff clothesline, followed quickly by a belly-to-belly suplex and a lateral pin.
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
ONE!
TWO!
Another kickout actually manages to sour Kasa’s mood. “Okay, NOW you’re starting to piss me off, you stubborn bitch!” Feral replies with a grin and a one-finger salute, which serves to both energize the FAWNatics, who explode in appreciative applause at the biker chick’s guts, and enrage her foe, who grabs Feral’s extended hand and sets it on the mat as she clambers to her feet. She then viciously stomps on the appendage, causing the defiant Feral to scream in agony and roll around on the mat, clutching her now mangled hand. The Lakota fighter then stomps on Feral’s back and mounts it, locking in a punishing camel clutch.
CAMEL CLUTCH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-vwCVj6cfI
Kasa pours on the punishment, throwing a series of clubbing forearms across Feral’s modest chest. She follows that up by pulling back on the camel clutch as far as she can, then rocking back and forth on it, violently jerking the poor girl’s body. To Feral’s credit, each time Castle asks if she wants to give up, she responds with some form of expletive. Kasa responds to Feral’s obstinance by sticking her fingers in her face, tearing at the slender girl’s face, drawing anguished screams from her prey.
“COME ON, BABE!!” Savage shouts desperately to her lover, “HANG IN THERE, YOU CAN DO IT!!”
“Hey, look, sis!” Kaya calls out mirthfully, pointing to Savage who is gritting her teeth with worry for her beloved. “I think she’s actually crying!”
:”Are you serious?” her twin answers, looking up and across the ring at the statuesque blonde. “Why, Kaya, I do believe you’re right!” With this revelation, the humor returns to Kasa’s demeanor, and she laughs heartily at Savage’s dismay. “Oh, love truly is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?”
“Get off of her face, you bitch!!” Savage shouts as angry tears well up in her eyes.
Kasa replies with a grin and a wink. “You mean like this?” and with that, the Teton Terror’s thumbs find their way into Feral’s eye sockets, causing her to scream in agony once again. “You’d better pipe down before you make things even worse for her.” Kasa warns before Castle’s voice reaches her ears.
“...TWO!....THREE!...”
Apparently, in the back-and-forth that was going on, Kasa had completely missed Castle’s warning to keep out of Feral’s face. She quickly resumes the chinlock, but that’s not good enough for the senior official.
“Off her, Halfmoon...NOW!”
She looks up at the zebra, a look of disappointment on her face, “You are no fun, you know that?” Nick moves to begin a new five-count and Kasa rolls her eyes, “Fiiiiiiiine!” And with that, she unhooks Feral’s arms and simply lets her drop to the mat, face-first as she gets back to her feet. She shoots the referee a dirty look before pulling Feral to her feet by her hair and dragging her over to the nearby corner. Looking over at Savage, she suddenly points at her and starts shouting, “HEY HEY HEY!!! Keep her back, ref!” When the confused Castle turns to see just what Kasa is talking about, the sly Lakota lays in a quick knee to Feral’s crotch. She follows the unseen low blow up with a couple more gut shots, then a couple knife-edge chops, working her way up the co-Queen of the Steel Jungle’s body, finishing with a blatant choke, which she milks for a full four-and-a-half count before breaking it off. As Feral slumps down, half-sitting on the middle turnbuckle, Kasa turns back to Savage, her expression more serious.
“Seriously, though,” she begins, her tone earnest, “this is your girl, right?” Savage says nothing, smouldering in the corner. “How could you, in good conscience, team up with somebody so damn frail, much less someone you supposedly love?” This actually elicits a humorless chuckle from Savage. “What’s so funny, blondie?” Kasa demands.
“Frail?” Savage is quick to answer, “Are you fucking serious? The two of you have been beating on her for, what, ten minutes now? And you still can’t put her away? And she’s the frail one?” This brings a derisive snarl to Kasa’s lips. “You’d better stop paying attention to me, and focus on - “ Savage advises before stopping short and chuckling again, “...Whoops, too late.”
Kasa blinks in confusion, the snarl never leaving her lips, “Too late? The hell are you talking aboWHHHOOOOOOAAAA!!”
Kasa’s shout of surprise mingles with Feral’s guttural roar of fury. Having had enough time to recover, Feral shoots out of the corner and blindsides her up-till-now tormentor with a running tackle, lifting the bigger girl off the mat and driving her into the nearby corner in a show of strength that shouldn’t seem possible for the diminutive girl, particularly given the punishment she’s endured thus far. Just before hitting the corner, Feral releases Kasa, freeing her to roll her arm so that the point of her elbow was in Halfmoon’s throat upon impact.
“Took your eye off the ball, bitch.” Savage chides, relishing watching her girlfriend go to work. Have fun.”
Kasa is clutching her throat and gasping for breath as Feral wraps her legs around her torso, wasting no time tearing into the stunned girl, overwhelming her with a flurry of offense. She nails her with rapid-fire punches to her face, head butts, and even tearing at her face and biting her forehead! At seeing this, Savage finally steps in and calls out to her lover before she gets them disqualified.
“Feral! FERAL!! Knock it off and tag me!!”
Feral looks back at the blonde and nods, unraveling herself from her foe, and giving her a final rake of the eyes to halt any movement to stop her, or to tag in her sister. “That’s for what you did to my girl, bitch!” she quips as she moves toward Savage on slightly unsteady legs, her adrenaline seeming to be wearing off. Seeing that Kasa won’t be in a position to do anything about it, Kaya climbs through the ropes to try and illegally intercept Feral and stop her from making the tag. Too late, as Feral leaps for Savage in a final burst of energy, slapping her hand to a thunderous applause. Kaya quickly backs up, hands up in a placating gesture, trying to beg off the blonde powerhouse as she steps through the ropes, licking her lips with glee in anticipation of ruining these two whores for what they’d done to Feral. This was exactly what the Halfmoons were hoping to avoid. All along, their game plan was to isolate who they thought was the weak link of the team; the tiny, inexperienced Feral. Now, all that was out the window, and it’s clear that the fresh Savage is chomping at the bit to get them back.
Kaya doesn’t back off fast enough, as Savage takes off like a bat out of hell, levelling her with a running big boot that puts Kaya on her back in an instant, sending her rolling out of the ring. She then turns her attention to Kasa, who has just managed to regain her sight. “Aw, shit.” she grimaces, seeing the statuesque blonde standing across the ring from her. Savage grins, but wastes no time with words, charging into the corner with her Trainwreck splash.
TRAINWRECK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3QMPgB1V14
Kasa puddles to the mat, but doesn’t stay there long, as Savage pulls her up by the hair. Seeing her partner recovered and ascending the turnbuckle, the powerhouse then plants Halfmoon with her Black Noise uranage backbreaker, followed by a Phoenix Splash from Feral.
BLACK NOISE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=98yXizxQnY0
PHOENIX SPLASH: www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBJrXWk8kiA
Feral quickly rolls out to the apron upon impact, and Savage dashes for the ropes. Upon rebound, she goes into a forward roll into a standing frog splash, while Feral hits Kasa with a slingshot legdrop, a picture perfect example of the Rolling Thunder double team move.
ROLLING THUNDER: www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B_cS0_BKs8
It’s at this point that Castle has had enough. The senior referee walks up to the pair, an accusatory finger wagging at them. “Alright, you two, knock it off!” he barks, “Out of the ring, Feral, now, or I’ll throw out the match!”
The two of them look at the official, and Feral opens her mouth to reply, but Savage taps her girlfriend on the chest. “It’s cool,” Savage tells her, “we’re about to end this anyway.” Feral nods with a sinister grin and takes her place on the ring apron.
While all this is going on, Kaya seizes the opportunity to act while Castle’s back is turned. She quickly slides back into the ring, grabbing her dazed twin and rolling her out of the ring and taking her place, lying prone on the mat. Being none the wiser, Savage pushes past Nick and leans down to gather whom she thinks is Kasa Halfmoon. “Alright, you stupid cunt. Time for you to go for a - WHOOOAAA!!” The trap sprung, Kaya rolls Savage up into a tight small package and Castle scrambles to count the pin.
TWIN MAGIC: www.youtube.com/watch?v=KI9m3173Lck
ONE!
TWO!
...THREE!!
Feral watches from the ring apron, jaw hung open as the bell rings and Kaya quickly rolls out of the ring to join her sister, who is struggling to hold herself up, head down on the ring apron. Kaya takes a similar posture as Savage looks up at Castle, wide-eyed with rage and confusion.
“What the fuck was that? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”
Castle frowns as he looks out at the twins. He knows. He knows. Utilizing their identical appearance to get an unfair advantage is a favorite tactic of the Halfmoons. Everyone knows this, and it’s clear to Castle that’s exactly what happened here. The problem is in proving it. Both of the twins are kneeling outside the ring, head down and arms draped on the ring apron, making it next to impossible to definitively tell who it was that scored the pinfall, as everyone knows there’s no instant replay in wrestling. Knowing this, the twins look up as the match’s result is announced.
“Ladies and gentlemen...the winners of this match, via pinfall...WAR PARTY!!”
Upon officially hearing them announced as the winners, the Halfmoon twins both grin like Cheshire cats and back away up the entrance ramp, arm in arm, leaving the losers to rage in the ring.
“BULLSHIT!!” Savage screams as she kicks the ropes, “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!” The cacophony of jeers from the crowd suggests that they agree with the Blonde Bomber’s assessment. Feral, for her part, while similarly steaming, is trying to calm her girlfriend down, knowing how destructive she can be when she boils over.
“Babe...Babe!!” Feral calls to Savage, taking her hand and stroking her arm, “Calm down, please! Don’t you worry, we’re gonna get ‘em. We ain’t done with them by half!” Savage bows her head and closes her eyes to collect herself. When she opens them, she offers Feral a “thank you” in the form of a gentle kiss on the cheek. Deciding that wasn’t good enough for her, Feral pulls her in for a loving kiss and a passionate embrace, drawing a round of applause for the couple with surprisingly few catcalls. The pair put on a brave face and smile and wave to the FAWNatics before their gaze once again falls upon their rivals.
From the safety of the stage, War Party taunts the biker chicks, making the “loser” hand gesture and laughing at them. Then, in perfect synchronization, they blow the pair a kiss, then turn their backs to them, sensually swaying their hips as they do so, and then SMACK their backsides, nonverbally telling both the Wild Ones and the assembled masses exactly what they can do with what they think about how the match ended.