Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:24:45 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ring announcer bellows, “the following match is scheduled for one fall 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. Having had a month to rest on their laurels and bask in their ill-gotten win, the Halfmoons are eager to build on that win and turn it into a winning streak that leads to a shot at the tag team champions.
“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 twin sisters take up position at the top of the entrance ramp, posing in tandem, with Kaya crouching, looking like a predatory cat ready to strike, while Kasa stands tall just behind her, pounding a fist into her palm, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
“Second verse, same as the first, right sis?” Kaya shouts to the hard camera.
“You got it, Kaya!” Kasa nods in agreement as she bends over to clasp her sister on the shoulder and give the fans watching at home a good view of her cleavage. “Last month, we showed what a couple of amateurs the “Wild Chumps” really are. Tonight, we finish what we started and send them back down to the minor leagues where they belong!”
“One referee, two referees, or ten! The result’s gonna be the same, and all of you bitches in the tag division better take notice!” Kaya is quick to add.
“That’s right!” Kasa nods, “It doesn’t matter who the champs are! Collusion, Belle’s Hellions or the Frighteners! Kanes, Scandalous, or those sellout Bloodwinds! We’re coming for those titles, and none of you are safe!”
And with that, the Lakota grapplers make their way to the ring, answering all the jeers that have been raining down on them all this time with a pair of two-fingered salutes. The pair are attired just as they were for last month’s affair, both wearing black one-piece swimsuits with crimson red boots and pads. A silver crescent moon is stitched into the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya’s. Other than that, the Teton Terrors are all but impossible to tell apart, a fact that they take advantage of often. It was just such an occasion that got them the win over their opponents at All Hallow’s Evil last month, and because of that, FAWN officials have assigned a second referee to keep watch from the floor for any shenanigans. As War Party step through the ropes and play to the crowd, senior referee Nick Castle nods for Merle, the oft-put-upon junior referee, to take his place outside the ring. The War Party’s music fades and they settle into the nearest corner to wait for their rivals to make their entrance.
The lights dim over FAWN Arena. And then, just as the squealing guitars that start off “Pure Evil” by Iced Earth with a bang begin, the Arena is bathed in alternating white, red, and blue lights, pulsing with the drumbeat.
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-four pounds...Savage and Feral...they are THE WILD ONES!!”
SAVAGE:
FERAL:
All eyes turn to the entrance ramp, only to find it empty. A buzz of confusion and discontent rises among the FAWN faithful, wondering where the rough and tumble tag team have gotten off to. The Lakota twins are likewise looking for them, leaning against the ropes facing the ramp, smirking smugly and gesturing for the pair to come on and bring it. Before long, they get their wish, though they don’t immediately realize it. Gordie and Joanne just about fall out of their chairs when the two biker chicks vault over the guardrail just beside them, having approached the ring through the crowd, as the crowd slowly gets wise to what’s happening, their cheers rise as Feral and Savage whip off their leather jackets, showing that they’re wearing simple street gear, save for their wrestling boots - just t-shirts and jeans, Savage’s being cut very short, to the point where a tantalizing bit of cheek can be seen when she turns just right. The lovers are also sporting an accessory, in the form of heavy chains wrapped around each of their right arms. They slide into the ring under the bottom rope, and uncoil the chains before the Halfmoons turn around. They jump in surprise at their sudden appearance and, seeing them so armed, they quickly bail, running for the safety of the entrance ramp. Having averted the possibility of another Pearl Harbor job before the bell, which was their goal in making their entrance in this manner, they nod to each other with a smirk and ascend the turnbuckles, leading the FAWNatics 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 near!
They then jump down from the turnbuckles and converge at a far corner, setting their chains to hang on the ringpost. They then take off their t-shirts, Savage by way of tearing the shirt off, reminiscent of some Immortal wrestler from the 80’s, revealing a tiger-print sports bra on Feral and a snakeskin-print bikini top on Savage. As Nick moves in to pat the two of them down, War Party make their way back to the ring, taking up position at the opposite corner.
“Hey, bitch!” Kaya shouts across the ring to Feral, “How’s Lemachard’s ass taste, huh? HAHAHA!!” she laughs at her and exchanges a high five with her sister over the sick burn over the thorough thrashing Feral received at The Raven’s hands in the Oil Pit recently. Feral’s expression darkens at the taunt, and she begins to advance on the twins before Savage sticks her arm out across her chest, restraining her lover.
“Easy, babe,” Savage begins in a calming voice, “calm down. They’re just trying to get inside your head.”
Feral frowns and looks at her, “Well, it’s working! Just let me rip ‘em to shreds! Who gives a fuck about the rules?!”
“WE do, Feral!” Savage answers, her tone much sterner than before. “Beating the shit out of them means nothing if they get the W in the end. Now, just calm the fuck down and stick to the plan, alright? No going off the rails. At least…” she gives her girlfriend a knowing smile and wink, “...not until we spring the trap.” Feral returns the smirk and gets on her tiptoes to kiss Savage on the cheek.
“Fuck ‘em up!” she growls as she climbs through the ropes and takes up position on the apron.
“You know it!” the Blonde Bomber returns, smiling like a Cheshire Cat as she waits for one of the Halfmoons to step up and start the match.
“Shit…” Kasa notes, seeing Savage step forward, “...she’s starting.”
“Yup…” Kaya says apprehensively, before patting her sister on the back, “Well, go get her, sis!”
“What?” she looks at her twin, “Why me?”
“Well,” Kaya shrugs, “you are the better matchup to her, physically.”
“Well, that may be,” Kasa retorts, “but I was thinking a better strategy would be for you to run circles around her to tire her out. Rope a dope, y’know?”
“Well, the thing of that is...cat and mouse only works until the mouse gets caught. And the mouse always gets caught, sooner or later.” Kasa groans, loathe to admit that her sister has a point. “What?” Kaya continues, “You’re telling me you can’t outwrestle that bimbo?”
“You gonna start the match or what?” Savage shouts from across the ring, “We’re getting old over here!”
“Just hold your damn horses!” Kaya shouts back, “We’ll be over there to kick your ass soon enough!” She the turns back to her twin, “Look, just get in there and wrestle her into the dirt, sis! Her size don’t mean shit when she’s on her back!”
Kasa pinches the bridge of her nose and groans. She knows Kaya’s right, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. “Fiiiiiiiiiine! I’ll start...but you owe me, Kaya!” Kaya nods in agreement and pats her sister on the back as she steps out through the ropes. Now that the Lakota twins seem to finally be ready to start things off, Castle signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell to start the match. Kasa pushes out of the corner and comes to the center of the ring, where Savage is waiting for her impatiently, her hands on her hips.
“About fucking time,” she growls and points to Nick, who has a slight five o’clock shadow, “he was clean shaven when we got here!”
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking dyke!” Kasa growls back, putting her hands up, “I wouldn’t be so eager to get my ass kicked if I were you!” Savage simply smirks and puts her hands up in kind, and the two begin to circle each other. A collar-and-elbow tieup soon follows, and the two women begin the dance of push and pull, jockeying for position. Shortly, experience and finesse wins out over youth and brute force, and Kasa manages to maneuver Savage into a neutral corner. After a tentative break at the three count, Kasa lashes out with a wicked knife-edge chop across the blonde biker’s massive chest, the sound of hand to flesh echoing across the walls of the Arena. A self-satisfied smirk crosses the Lakota grappler’s lips as Savage grimaces briefly at the stinging blow.
That smirk quickly disappears as a smirk creeps across the statuesque blonde’s face as well. “Was that it?” she taunts, bring a sneer to Kasa’s face. “Try again, and this time put some stank on it, ya skank!” She taps her own chest twice, challenging her foe to bring it, even going so far as to close her eyes, so she won’t know when it’s coming. However, Kasa hesitates, suspecting a trick. She looks over to Kaya, who’s shouting at her, “What are you waiting for? She’s giving you a free shot! Hit the bitch!!” Shaking her head slightly, Kasa rubs her hands together, rears back, and lights up Savage’s chest with another knife-edge chop. The Teton Terror grins once more to see the blonde bitch doubled over, only to have her mirthful expression again erased when she sees that the biker is actually laughing through her wince. “Heh heh…” she chuckles as she straightens herself up in the corner again, “...That’s better! I was afraid you two whores didn’t actually know how to fight! That first one was as soft as your damn midsec-”
Savage was in the middle of jabbing Kasa in the tummy with her index and middle fingers for emphasis, when she was cut off by a hard slap to the face that elicited three separate reactions; A loud “OOOOH!” from the FAWNatics, a hearty laugh from Kaya, and a facepalm from Feral. “You shut your damn mouth, rookie! You’ve got a lot of nerve disrespecting me, when you ain’t done shit yet!” She looks to her sister for approval, which she gets in the form of a long-distance high five. When she turns back to her opponent, however, Kasa finds that, while the force of the slap turned Savage’s head aside, all it really served to do was anger the bigger girl. She is then stunned by the Blonde Bomber grabbing her by the shoulders and hurling her into the corner, reversing their positions. Gone is the mirthful grin and playful banter, as she lays into Kasa with forearm after heavy forearm to the chest, each one having far more effect on Kasa than those chops had on Savage. She then grabs her by the hair and by one of the straps of her swimsuit, and LAUNCHES Kasa in a monsterous beal out of the corner, throwing her a good three-quarters of the way across the ring. On the outside, Kaya’s jaw hangs open at Savage’s vulgar display of power. The blonde may be bigger than them, yes, but the Halfmoons are not lightweights by any measure, making that show of strength all the more impressive. Savage then waits patiently in the corner for Kasa to get to her feet. When she does, the blonde biker breaks into a dash, running at the Native American and leveling her with a running big boot that sends her pinballing into the corner. As she stumbles back out of the corner, Savage is waiting for her, running the ropes and dropping her with a Roaring Elbow!
ROARING ELBOW: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMvPSX3lJA
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOOO!!!
Savage goes for a quick pin, and Kasa barely gets her shoulder up before this rematch becomes shockingly short. Savage returns the hard slap from earlier and gets to her feet, dragging Kasa over to her partner by the hair, cavewoman-style. Once there, she lays in a half-dozen stomps to the Teton Terror, followed by the blonde mounting her adversary and wrapping her hands around her throat in a blatant choke that the biker milks for a four and eight-tenths count from Castle, before finally tagging out to her girlfriend. Feral grins like a Cheshire Cat as she steps through the ropes. She’s had a chip on her shoulder (well, moreso) ever since their last match with War Party, where she more or less got beaten to a pulp for a good ten minutes. That embarrassment was only compounded almost a week ago to the day by her being dominated by Lenore Lemachard in the Oil Pit. She’s since spent almost every waking hour in the gym, trying to hone her natural athleticism into something more resembling a passable wrestler, and now she’s eager to prove she’s not the weak link in the team.
Feral pulls Kasa up to her feet by her hair, and then quickly whips hr back down to the mat with a nasty looking snap mare by the hair. She then delivers a Perfect-esque rolling neck snap that puts Kasa on her back, grasping her neck and bicycling her legs in agony.
ROLLING NECK SNAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lOWxAP4ZyY
Without missing a beat, Feral then rolls forward to her feet, strides right over to Kaya, and CRRRRACKS! her across the face with a stinging slap! As Nick steps in to intercept the hotheaded Kaya and prevent her from illegally getting involved, Feral grins and turns back to Kasa, who is lying spread-eagled on the mat, hands over her eyes, groaning in agony. Her suffering isn’t over, as the Jungle Queen unleashes a brutal running kick, right to the crotch! Kasa howls and rolls from side to side while Kaya continues to argue with the zebra, pointing emphatically at the combatants in the ring, while Castle is having none of it, ordering her back outside the ropes. Feral then takes further advantage of Nick’s back being turned by baring her talons and raaaaaaking them across Kasa’s face, prompting a scream from the bigger girl.
“Not so bad now, are ya bitch?” Feral growls at her. “Didn’t have the guts to take us on heads-up. No, you had to jump us when our backs were turned. Well...now you know what happens when you fuck with the Steel Jungle! Hold still.” The smaller girl then stomps Kasa’s chest a few times, and then stands on the Lakota girl’s midsection, bearing all her weight down on her tummy. Kasa groans and kicks her feet and swats at Feral’s legs to try and get her off of her, but to no avail. Smirking at being able to dish out a little suffering of her own to these bitches who put her through the wringer last month, Feral steps off of Halfmoon’s belly, and Kasa turns onto her side, gasping and gulping for air. Feral makes a play at kicking some imaginary dirt onto Kasa behind her, then ascends to the top rope and delivers a gorgeous moonsault that splatters Kasa on the mat, and Feral hooks the far leg upon impact.
MOONSAULT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3zFHWPeidA
ONE!
TWO!!
Being close to the Halfmoon’s corner, Kaya quickly breaks up the pinfall attempt with a diving double axe handle to the back. Unfortunately for Kaya, Savage is quick to come to the aid of her girlfriend, lest it become a two-on-one affair, blindsiding her with a shoulder tackle that sends Kaya to the mat and rolling to the outside. Having done what she was out to do, Savage quickly returns to her corner, giving Castle a dismissive wave of her hand, barking at him to pay attention to what’s going on inside the ring. Feral quickly shakes off the blow to her back and drags Kasa back into position and points to the turnbuckle, signaling that she’s about to take to the air one more time. She ascends to the top, and launches herself at her target, twisting in midair to crash onto Kasa once more, landing with her back across Kasa’s midsection.
TWISTING MOONSAULT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMAMEhCHX6o
Unfortunately for Feral, Kaya pulls Kasa to the outside at the last possible moment, causing her to come crashing down to the mat, back-first. She grimaces and holds her back as she rolls over onto her knees. Knowing that Merle is standing just around the corner, watching them, Kaya knows she can’t just jump into the ring and pretend she’s Kasa. Their only hope is for her to redeposit her sister back into the ring close to their corner so she can make the tag, which is just what she does. Unfortunately for them, Feral is quick to recognize the need to tag out, and she does so, just as Kasa is shoved back into the ring. Savage takes off like a shot to cut Kasa off before she can tag in her sister, first knocking Kaya off the apron with a straight right hand, followed by a stomp to the small of Kasa’s back. The Blonde Bomber then drags the battered and exhausted Lakota to her feet by her hair and applies a rear waistlock. She then lifts Kasa up and overhead, bringing her crashing to the mat with a bone-rattling German suplex. However, rather than go for the pin, Savage rolls through it upon impact and deadlifts her opponent up for another one, completing her rollthrough double German suplex she calls Roll the Dice.
ROLL THE DICE: youtu.be/fc-NZ1UGWEA?t=13
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOO!!!
Despite Savage’s picture perfect bridge, Kasa manages to juuuuuust kick out before Castle slaps the mat a third time. Meanwhile, Kaya has climbed back up onto the apron and is trying to figure out just what to do about their predicament. Clearly the biker dykes came prepared and seemed to have their number. Meanwhile, there’s this pesky referee on the outside, there to stymie any attempt at their usual tricks. Something has to be done, but what? Just then, Kasa is backed into the ropes near her by Savage, and she gets an idea. Savage Irish whips Kasa into the ropes and goes for a stiff clothesline, which Kasa ducks. On the rebound, Kaya wanders over to where Kasa hits the ropes, forcing a collision between the two sisters. Kaya acts as if she were hit by a truck, launching herself off the apron and directly into the path of an unprepared Merle. Merle breaks Kaya’s “fall”, sandwiched between her and the guardrail. Meanwhile, the collision forces Kasa to stumble into a monsterous spinebuster from the Blonde Bomber.
“Hey, Castle!!” Kaya shouts as she pulls herself up to the apron, putting on her best groggy act, “What’s that behind Feral’s back?!”
“What?” Nick spins around, turning away from the action and facing Feral, “You got something, Feral?!” he demands as the Jungle Queen shakes her head in response wrinkling her nose in derision. Kaya jumps on the opportunity and springs to life, sliding into the ring and lunging for Savage, raking her eyes. The statuesque blonde roars in pain as she rubs her eyes to try and get at the bitches, while Kaya tries to roll her sister out of the ring. “Hey! What are you playing at, Halfmoon?” he turns his head back towards where he’d last seen her, “Both of her hands are on the - HEY!”
“Gotcha, bitch!” Feral says with a wide, toothy grin. With that, she pushes past Castle and nails Kaya with a hellacious spear before she can complete her task. Kaya yells out in pain as the smaller girl flies into her and tackles her to the ground. She then commences to beating on the larger girl, pummelling her face, tummy and boobs with fist, claw, and even tooth, tearing into Kaya with everything she has while Kaya can only struggle to get away from the crazy bitch and her ferocious attack!
“God dammit!” Savage curses as her vision finally returns to her, albeit still a little blurry. She snarls as she leans over, the cameras not failing to pick up the generous show of cleavage as she grabs the still recovering Kasa by the hair and hurls her under the bottom rope and down to the floor. This is what they were waiting for. They knew the Halfmoons couldn’t help themselves. Sooner or later, if they were in trouble, they would try their switcheroo trick again, extra ref watching them or no. And that was their trap; simply keep their eyes on them and let them try to make the switch. When they did, tear them apart. Nick, for his part, finally realizes what’s happening and weighs his options. He ultimately decides to ignore Feral and Kaya rolling around on the mat and goes over to where Savage and Kasa are and he begins the customary ten count. If Savage hears the count beginning, she doesn’t pay it any mind, as she hauls Kasa up to her feet. “Time to reap what you’ve sown, bitch!” she roars before thrusting the Native American’s head between her shapely thighs. She then wraps her arms around her waist and flips her heels over head until her legs are draped over her shoulders. She then breaks into a dash and tosses the already battered girl into the steel ringpost!
BUCKLE BOMB ON THE FLOOR: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfJqK-a2tFo
Kasa, too weary to even beg for mercy from the statuesque blonde, screams out in a mix of searing pain and utter terror as her back meets the steel post. She groans as she drops straight down, slumping back against the corner made by the ring and the ring steps. She’s given no reprieve, though, even for a moment, as a blur of mocha skin and pink-purple hair rushes around and past Savage as Feral levels Kasa with a brutal Meteora.
METEORA (In-ring, couldn’t find one for the outside): www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRF7IED3txM
Kaya watches in horror on the FAWNTron as the biker chicks decimate her beloved twin. “KASA!!” she screams as she struggles to her feet. In the midst of all this, the bell rings feverishly, signalling the apparent end of this match. Not one of its participants either hears it or pays it any mind. Kaya watches the Wild Ones haul up Kasa with evil intentions, and she knows she has to act to save her precious sister. Boiling over with anger over the abuse they’ve heaped upon Kasa, she runs full speed to the opposite corner, leaping to the top in a single bound. Without a moment’s hesitation, she takes to the air, launching herself at the biker bitches, wiping them all out to a breathless response from the crowd!
TOP ROPE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE: youtu.be/Ibd22OdPiYs?t=113
Kaya is quick to recover, but doesn’t want to waste time getting to her feet, instead opting to crawl over to Savage and just flail at her, punching and kicking and tearing at the statuesque blonde, and Savage responding in kind, both women growling and shouting wordlessly at each other, their hatred for each other boiling over. In the tussle, the thin strands that hold Savage’s bikini top together are torn apart, leaving the Blonde Bomber topless, to the delight of the FAWN Faithful, though Savage couldn’t care less, continuing to brawl from her knees with the Lakota grappler despite her wardrobe malfunction. Kaya then shrieks as Feral, who had only been grazed by the spectacular dive, grabs her by the hair and forces her to her feet.
“Guess you want some of what your sister got, huh, cunt?!” Feral screams in her face. He then pays her back for tearing off her girlfriend’s top by forcing the straps of her swimsuit down to her wrists and baring her talons once more, raaaaaaking her nails slowly across the tender flesh she just exposed, drawing howls of pain from the Teton Twin. Feral then applies a full nelson as she sees Savage getting to her feet. “Fuck her up!” she barks to her lover, who nods in agreement and begins teeing off on Kaya, laying in heavy fists to her face, boobs, and tummy. She takes a step back to admire her handiwork, seeing that Kaya is thoroughly worn out by the double team effort, only for her to scream in pain and drop to her knees. Forgotten in the fracas following Kaya’s suicidal dive is Kasa, who finally managed to summon enough energy to crawl over to them and throw a forearm in between the blonde’s legs. Feral releases the full nelson, intending to come to her lover’s aid until she finds out that Kaya was not quite as worn out as she had thought. Upon being released, she turns to face the smaller woman and buries a knee into her crotch as hard as she can, dropping the black girl to her knees along with Savage.
As much as Kaya wants to keep fighting, and put these two bitch dykes in the hospital, she knows she has to take care of her sister. She scrambles over to gather her sister up, putting an arm around her to help her walk. “Come on, sis,” she says to her twin, her voice low, “let’s get the fuck out of here.” She leads her to the guardrail and helps her up and over, adding tearfully, “I’m so sorry, Kasa…” before hopping the rail herself and helping her battered twin escape through the crowd.
Savage and Feral groan as they slowly get to their feet. Grimacing from the low blows, the pair look around for their hated rivals, when Feral catches sight of them getting away through the audience and points them out to Savage. “If they think this ends tonight,” Savage growls as Feral rubs her bare back, “they’re out of their damn minds.” Together, the two lovers make their way back to the ring as the official announcement comes down over the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen...Both teams have been counted out of the ring...The result of this match, A DRAW!”
The assembled masses boo the unsatisfying decision as Feral gives Savage her t-shirt that she wore to the ring. “I know it won’t fit you,” she says sheepishly, “but it’s better than having your tits on display for everybody.”
“Thanks, babe.” Savage grunts as she pulls the smaller t-shirt as far as she can, just enough to cover herself up again. She then kisses Feral on the cheek to respectful applause. “Well, two refs couldn’t get the job done,” she notes, “guess we’re just gonna have to settle things our way. But, for now...we’ll take the moral victory.” Feral nods solemnly and the pair turn to the crowd, pumping their fists in the air, to which many of the FAWN Faithful reciprocate. Everyone in the Arena knows full well that this war is far from over.
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. Having had a month to rest on their laurels and bask in their ill-gotten win, the Halfmoons are eager to build on that win and turn it into a winning streak that leads to a shot at the tag team champions.
“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 twin sisters take up position at the top of the entrance ramp, posing in tandem, with Kaya crouching, looking like a predatory cat ready to strike, while Kasa stands tall just behind her, pounding a fist into her palm, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
“Second verse, same as the first, right sis?” Kaya shouts to the hard camera.
“You got it, Kaya!” Kasa nods in agreement as she bends over to clasp her sister on the shoulder and give the fans watching at home a good view of her cleavage. “Last month, we showed what a couple of amateurs the “Wild Chumps” really are. Tonight, we finish what we started and send them back down to the minor leagues where they belong!”
“One referee, two referees, or ten! The result’s gonna be the same, and all of you bitches in the tag division better take notice!” Kaya is quick to add.
“That’s right!” Kasa nods, “It doesn’t matter who the champs are! Collusion, Belle’s Hellions or the Frighteners! Kanes, Scandalous, or those sellout Bloodwinds! We’re coming for those titles, and none of you are safe!”
And with that, the Lakota grapplers make their way to the ring, answering all the jeers that have been raining down on them all this time with a pair of two-fingered salutes. The pair are attired just as they were for last month’s affair, both wearing black one-piece swimsuits with crimson red boots and pads. A silver crescent moon is stitched into the right rear hip of Kasa's suit, while an identical one appears on the left side of Kaya’s. Other than that, the Teton Terrors are all but impossible to tell apart, a fact that they take advantage of often. It was just such an occasion that got them the win over their opponents at All Hallow’s Evil last month, and because of that, FAWN officials have assigned a second referee to keep watch from the floor for any shenanigans. As War Party step through the ropes and play to the crowd, senior referee Nick Castle nods for Merle, the oft-put-upon junior referee, to take his place outside the ring. The War Party’s music fades and they settle into the nearest corner to wait for their rivals to make their entrance.
The lights dim over FAWN Arena. And then, just as the squealing guitars that start off “Pure Evil” by Iced Earth with a bang begin, the Arena is bathed in alternating white, red, and blue lights, pulsing with the drumbeat.
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-four pounds...Savage and Feral...they are THE WILD ONES!!”
SAVAGE:
FERAL:
All eyes turn to the entrance ramp, only to find it empty. A buzz of confusion and discontent rises among the FAWN faithful, wondering where the rough and tumble tag team have gotten off to. The Lakota twins are likewise looking for them, leaning against the ropes facing the ramp, smirking smugly and gesturing for the pair to come on and bring it. Before long, they get their wish, though they don’t immediately realize it. Gordie and Joanne just about fall out of their chairs when the two biker chicks vault over the guardrail just beside them, having approached the ring through the crowd, as the crowd slowly gets wise to what’s happening, their cheers rise as Feral and Savage whip off their leather jackets, showing that they’re wearing simple street gear, save for their wrestling boots - just t-shirts and jeans, Savage’s being cut very short, to the point where a tantalizing bit of cheek can be seen when she turns just right. The lovers are also sporting an accessory, in the form of heavy chains wrapped around each of their right arms. They slide into the ring under the bottom rope, and uncoil the chains before the Halfmoons turn around. They jump in surprise at their sudden appearance and, seeing them so armed, they quickly bail, running for the safety of the entrance ramp. Having averted the possibility of another Pearl Harbor job before the bell, which was their goal in making their entrance in this manner, they nod to each other with a smirk and ascend the turnbuckles, leading the FAWNatics 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 near!
They then jump down from the turnbuckles and converge at a far corner, setting their chains to hang on the ringpost. They then take off their t-shirts, Savage by way of tearing the shirt off, reminiscent of some Immortal wrestler from the 80’s, revealing a tiger-print sports bra on Feral and a snakeskin-print bikini top on Savage. As Nick moves in to pat the two of them down, War Party make their way back to the ring, taking up position at the opposite corner.
“Hey, bitch!” Kaya shouts across the ring to Feral, “How’s Lemachard’s ass taste, huh? HAHAHA!!” she laughs at her and exchanges a high five with her sister over the sick burn over the thorough thrashing Feral received at The Raven’s hands in the Oil Pit recently. Feral’s expression darkens at the taunt, and she begins to advance on the twins before Savage sticks her arm out across her chest, restraining her lover.
“Easy, babe,” Savage begins in a calming voice, “calm down. They’re just trying to get inside your head.”
Feral frowns and looks at her, “Well, it’s working! Just let me rip ‘em to shreds! Who gives a fuck about the rules?!”
“WE do, Feral!” Savage answers, her tone much sterner than before. “Beating the shit out of them means nothing if they get the W in the end. Now, just calm the fuck down and stick to the plan, alright? No going off the rails. At least…” she gives her girlfriend a knowing smile and wink, “...not until we spring the trap.” Feral returns the smirk and gets on her tiptoes to kiss Savage on the cheek.
“Fuck ‘em up!” she growls as she climbs through the ropes and takes up position on the apron.
“You know it!” the Blonde Bomber returns, smiling like a Cheshire Cat as she waits for one of the Halfmoons to step up and start the match.
“Shit…” Kasa notes, seeing Savage step forward, “...she’s starting.”
“Yup…” Kaya says apprehensively, before patting her sister on the back, “Well, go get her, sis!”
“What?” she looks at her twin, “Why me?”
“Well,” Kaya shrugs, “you are the better matchup to her, physically.”
“Well, that may be,” Kasa retorts, “but I was thinking a better strategy would be for you to run circles around her to tire her out. Rope a dope, y’know?”
“Well, the thing of that is...cat and mouse only works until the mouse gets caught. And the mouse always gets caught, sooner or later.” Kasa groans, loathe to admit that her sister has a point. “What?” Kaya continues, “You’re telling me you can’t outwrestle that bimbo?”
“You gonna start the match or what?” Savage shouts from across the ring, “We’re getting old over here!”
“Just hold your damn horses!” Kaya shouts back, “We’ll be over there to kick your ass soon enough!” She the turns back to her twin, “Look, just get in there and wrestle her into the dirt, sis! Her size don’t mean shit when she’s on her back!”
Kasa pinches the bridge of her nose and groans. She knows Kaya’s right, but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. “Fiiiiiiiiiine! I’ll start...but you owe me, Kaya!” Kaya nods in agreement and pats her sister on the back as she steps out through the ropes. Now that the Lakota twins seem to finally be ready to start things off, Castle signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell to start the match. Kasa pushes out of the corner and comes to the center of the ring, where Savage is waiting for her impatiently, her hands on her hips.
“About fucking time,” she growls and points to Nick, who has a slight five o’clock shadow, “he was clean shaven when we got here!”
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking dyke!” Kasa growls back, putting her hands up, “I wouldn’t be so eager to get my ass kicked if I were you!” Savage simply smirks and puts her hands up in kind, and the two begin to circle each other. A collar-and-elbow tieup soon follows, and the two women begin the dance of push and pull, jockeying for position. Shortly, experience and finesse wins out over youth and brute force, and Kasa manages to maneuver Savage into a neutral corner. After a tentative break at the three count, Kasa lashes out with a wicked knife-edge chop across the blonde biker’s massive chest, the sound of hand to flesh echoing across the walls of the Arena. A self-satisfied smirk crosses the Lakota grappler’s lips as Savage grimaces briefly at the stinging blow.
That smirk quickly disappears as a smirk creeps across the statuesque blonde’s face as well. “Was that it?” she taunts, bring a sneer to Kasa’s face. “Try again, and this time put some stank on it, ya skank!” She taps her own chest twice, challenging her foe to bring it, even going so far as to close her eyes, so she won’t know when it’s coming. However, Kasa hesitates, suspecting a trick. She looks over to Kaya, who’s shouting at her, “What are you waiting for? She’s giving you a free shot! Hit the bitch!!” Shaking her head slightly, Kasa rubs her hands together, rears back, and lights up Savage’s chest with another knife-edge chop. The Teton Terror grins once more to see the blonde bitch doubled over, only to have her mirthful expression again erased when she sees that the biker is actually laughing through her wince. “Heh heh…” she chuckles as she straightens herself up in the corner again, “...That’s better! I was afraid you two whores didn’t actually know how to fight! That first one was as soft as your damn midsec-”
Savage was in the middle of jabbing Kasa in the tummy with her index and middle fingers for emphasis, when she was cut off by a hard slap to the face that elicited three separate reactions; A loud “OOOOH!” from the FAWNatics, a hearty laugh from Kaya, and a facepalm from Feral. “You shut your damn mouth, rookie! You’ve got a lot of nerve disrespecting me, when you ain’t done shit yet!” She looks to her sister for approval, which she gets in the form of a long-distance high five. When she turns back to her opponent, however, Kasa finds that, while the force of the slap turned Savage’s head aside, all it really served to do was anger the bigger girl. She is then stunned by the Blonde Bomber grabbing her by the shoulders and hurling her into the corner, reversing their positions. Gone is the mirthful grin and playful banter, as she lays into Kasa with forearm after heavy forearm to the chest, each one having far more effect on Kasa than those chops had on Savage. She then grabs her by the hair and by one of the straps of her swimsuit, and LAUNCHES Kasa in a monsterous beal out of the corner, throwing her a good three-quarters of the way across the ring. On the outside, Kaya’s jaw hangs open at Savage’s vulgar display of power. The blonde may be bigger than them, yes, but the Halfmoons are not lightweights by any measure, making that show of strength all the more impressive. Savage then waits patiently in the corner for Kasa to get to her feet. When she does, the blonde biker breaks into a dash, running at the Native American and leveling her with a running big boot that sends her pinballing into the corner. As she stumbles back out of the corner, Savage is waiting for her, running the ropes and dropping her with a Roaring Elbow!
ROARING ELBOW: www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpMvPSX3lJA
ONE!
TWO!!
TH-NOOO!!!
Savage goes for a quick pin, and Kasa barely gets her shoulder up before this rematch becomes shockingly short. Savage returns the hard slap from earlier and gets to her feet, dragging Kasa over to her partner by the hair, cavewoman-style. Once there, she lays in a half-dozen stomps to the Teton Terror, followed by the blonde mounting her adversary and wrapping her hands around her throat in a blatant choke that the biker milks for a four and eight-tenths count from Castle, before finally tagging out to her girlfriend. Feral grins like a Cheshire Cat as she steps through the ropes. She’s had a chip on her shoulder (well, moreso) ever since their last match with War Party, where she more or less got beaten to a pulp for a good ten minutes. That embarrassment was only compounded almost a week ago to the day by her being dominated by Lenore Lemachard in the Oil Pit. She’s since spent almost every waking hour in the gym, trying to hone her natural athleticism into something more resembling a passable wrestler, and now she’s eager to prove she’s not the weak link in the team.
Feral pulls Kasa up to her feet by her hair, and then quickly whips hr back down to the mat with a nasty looking snap mare by the hair. She then delivers a Perfect-esque rolling neck snap that puts Kasa on her back, grasping her neck and bicycling her legs in agony.
ROLLING NECK SNAP: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lOWxAP4ZyY
Without missing a beat, Feral then rolls forward to her feet, strides right over to Kaya, and CRRRRACKS! her across the face with a stinging slap! As Nick steps in to intercept the hotheaded Kaya and prevent her from illegally getting involved, Feral grins and turns back to Kasa, who is lying spread-eagled on the mat, hands over her eyes, groaning in agony. Her suffering isn’t over, as the Jungle Queen unleashes a brutal running kick, right to the crotch! Kasa howls and rolls from side to side while Kaya continues to argue with the zebra, pointing emphatically at the combatants in the ring, while Castle is having none of it, ordering her back outside the ropes. Feral then takes further advantage of Nick’s back being turned by baring her talons and raaaaaaking them across Kasa’s face, prompting a scream from the bigger girl.
“Not so bad now, are ya bitch?” Feral growls at her. “Didn’t have the guts to take us on heads-up. No, you had to jump us when our backs were turned. Well...now you know what happens when you fuck with the Steel Jungle! Hold still.” The smaller girl then stomps Kasa’s chest a few times, and then stands on the Lakota girl’s midsection, bearing all her weight down on her tummy. Kasa groans and kicks her feet and swats at Feral’s legs to try and get her off of her, but to no avail. Smirking at being able to dish out a little suffering of her own to these bitches who put her through the wringer last month, Feral steps off of Halfmoon’s belly, and Kasa turns onto her side, gasping and gulping for air. Feral makes a play at kicking some imaginary dirt onto Kasa behind her, then ascends to the top rope and delivers a gorgeous moonsault that splatters Kasa on the mat, and Feral hooks the far leg upon impact.
MOONSAULT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3zFHWPeidA
ONE!
TWO!!
Being close to the Halfmoon’s corner, Kaya quickly breaks up the pinfall attempt with a diving double axe handle to the back. Unfortunately for Kaya, Savage is quick to come to the aid of her girlfriend, lest it become a two-on-one affair, blindsiding her with a shoulder tackle that sends Kaya to the mat and rolling to the outside. Having done what she was out to do, Savage quickly returns to her corner, giving Castle a dismissive wave of her hand, barking at him to pay attention to what’s going on inside the ring. Feral quickly shakes off the blow to her back and drags Kasa back into position and points to the turnbuckle, signaling that she’s about to take to the air one more time. She ascends to the top, and launches herself at her target, twisting in midair to crash onto Kasa once more, landing with her back across Kasa’s midsection.
TWISTING MOONSAULT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMAMEhCHX6o
Unfortunately for Feral, Kaya pulls Kasa to the outside at the last possible moment, causing her to come crashing down to the mat, back-first. She grimaces and holds her back as she rolls over onto her knees. Knowing that Merle is standing just around the corner, watching them, Kaya knows she can’t just jump into the ring and pretend she’s Kasa. Their only hope is for her to redeposit her sister back into the ring close to their corner so she can make the tag, which is just what she does. Unfortunately for them, Feral is quick to recognize the need to tag out, and she does so, just as Kasa is shoved back into the ring. Savage takes off like a shot to cut Kasa off before she can tag in her sister, first knocking Kaya off the apron with a straight right hand, followed by a stomp to the small of Kasa’s back. The Blonde Bomber then drags the battered and exhausted Lakota to her feet by her hair and applies a rear waistlock. She then lifts Kasa up and overhead, bringing her crashing to the mat with a bone-rattling German suplex. However, rather than go for the pin, Savage rolls through it upon impact and deadlifts her opponent up for another one, completing her rollthrough double German suplex she calls Roll the Dice.
ROLL THE DICE: youtu.be/fc-NZ1UGWEA?t=13
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE-NOOO!!!
Despite Savage’s picture perfect bridge, Kasa manages to juuuuuust kick out before Castle slaps the mat a third time. Meanwhile, Kaya has climbed back up onto the apron and is trying to figure out just what to do about their predicament. Clearly the biker dykes came prepared and seemed to have their number. Meanwhile, there’s this pesky referee on the outside, there to stymie any attempt at their usual tricks. Something has to be done, but what? Just then, Kasa is backed into the ropes near her by Savage, and she gets an idea. Savage Irish whips Kasa into the ropes and goes for a stiff clothesline, which Kasa ducks. On the rebound, Kaya wanders over to where Kasa hits the ropes, forcing a collision between the two sisters. Kaya acts as if she were hit by a truck, launching herself off the apron and directly into the path of an unprepared Merle. Merle breaks Kaya’s “fall”, sandwiched between her and the guardrail. Meanwhile, the collision forces Kasa to stumble into a monsterous spinebuster from the Blonde Bomber.
“Hey, Castle!!” Kaya shouts as she pulls herself up to the apron, putting on her best groggy act, “What’s that behind Feral’s back?!”
“What?” Nick spins around, turning away from the action and facing Feral, “You got something, Feral?!” he demands as the Jungle Queen shakes her head in response wrinkling her nose in derision. Kaya jumps on the opportunity and springs to life, sliding into the ring and lunging for Savage, raking her eyes. The statuesque blonde roars in pain as she rubs her eyes to try and get at the bitches, while Kaya tries to roll her sister out of the ring. “Hey! What are you playing at, Halfmoon?” he turns his head back towards where he’d last seen her, “Both of her hands are on the - HEY!”
“Gotcha, bitch!” Feral says with a wide, toothy grin. With that, she pushes past Castle and nails Kaya with a hellacious spear before she can complete her task. Kaya yells out in pain as the smaller girl flies into her and tackles her to the ground. She then commences to beating on the larger girl, pummelling her face, tummy and boobs with fist, claw, and even tooth, tearing into Kaya with everything she has while Kaya can only struggle to get away from the crazy bitch and her ferocious attack!
“God dammit!” Savage curses as her vision finally returns to her, albeit still a little blurry. She snarls as she leans over, the cameras not failing to pick up the generous show of cleavage as she grabs the still recovering Kasa by the hair and hurls her under the bottom rope and down to the floor. This is what they were waiting for. They knew the Halfmoons couldn’t help themselves. Sooner or later, if they were in trouble, they would try their switcheroo trick again, extra ref watching them or no. And that was their trap; simply keep their eyes on them and let them try to make the switch. When they did, tear them apart. Nick, for his part, finally realizes what’s happening and weighs his options. He ultimately decides to ignore Feral and Kaya rolling around on the mat and goes over to where Savage and Kasa are and he begins the customary ten count. If Savage hears the count beginning, she doesn’t pay it any mind, as she hauls Kasa up to her feet. “Time to reap what you’ve sown, bitch!” she roars before thrusting the Native American’s head between her shapely thighs. She then wraps her arms around her waist and flips her heels over head until her legs are draped over her shoulders. She then breaks into a dash and tosses the already battered girl into the steel ringpost!
BUCKLE BOMB ON THE FLOOR: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfJqK-a2tFo
Kasa, too weary to even beg for mercy from the statuesque blonde, screams out in a mix of searing pain and utter terror as her back meets the steel post. She groans as she drops straight down, slumping back against the corner made by the ring and the ring steps. She’s given no reprieve, though, even for a moment, as a blur of mocha skin and pink-purple hair rushes around and past Savage as Feral levels Kasa with a brutal Meteora.
METEORA (In-ring, couldn’t find one for the outside): www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRF7IED3txM
Kaya watches in horror on the FAWNTron as the biker chicks decimate her beloved twin. “KASA!!” she screams as she struggles to her feet. In the midst of all this, the bell rings feverishly, signalling the apparent end of this match. Not one of its participants either hears it or pays it any mind. Kaya watches the Wild Ones haul up Kasa with evil intentions, and she knows she has to act to save her precious sister. Boiling over with anger over the abuse they’ve heaped upon Kasa, she runs full speed to the opposite corner, leaping to the top in a single bound. Without a moment’s hesitation, she takes to the air, launching herself at the biker bitches, wiping them all out to a breathless response from the crowd!
TOP ROPE DIVE TO THE OUTSIDE: youtu.be/Ibd22OdPiYs?t=113
Kaya is quick to recover, but doesn’t want to waste time getting to her feet, instead opting to crawl over to Savage and just flail at her, punching and kicking and tearing at the statuesque blonde, and Savage responding in kind, both women growling and shouting wordlessly at each other, their hatred for each other boiling over. In the tussle, the thin strands that hold Savage’s bikini top together are torn apart, leaving the Blonde Bomber topless, to the delight of the FAWN Faithful, though Savage couldn’t care less, continuing to brawl from her knees with the Lakota grappler despite her wardrobe malfunction. Kaya then shrieks as Feral, who had only been grazed by the spectacular dive, grabs her by the hair and forces her to her feet.
“Guess you want some of what your sister got, huh, cunt?!” Feral screams in her face. He then pays her back for tearing off her girlfriend’s top by forcing the straps of her swimsuit down to her wrists and baring her talons once more, raaaaaaking her nails slowly across the tender flesh she just exposed, drawing howls of pain from the Teton Twin. Feral then applies a full nelson as she sees Savage getting to her feet. “Fuck her up!” she barks to her lover, who nods in agreement and begins teeing off on Kaya, laying in heavy fists to her face, boobs, and tummy. She takes a step back to admire her handiwork, seeing that Kaya is thoroughly worn out by the double team effort, only for her to scream in pain and drop to her knees. Forgotten in the fracas following Kaya’s suicidal dive is Kasa, who finally managed to summon enough energy to crawl over to them and throw a forearm in between the blonde’s legs. Feral releases the full nelson, intending to come to her lover’s aid until she finds out that Kaya was not quite as worn out as she had thought. Upon being released, she turns to face the smaller woman and buries a knee into her crotch as hard as she can, dropping the black girl to her knees along with Savage.
As much as Kaya wants to keep fighting, and put these two bitch dykes in the hospital, she knows she has to take care of her sister. She scrambles over to gather her sister up, putting an arm around her to help her walk. “Come on, sis,” she says to her twin, her voice low, “let’s get the fuck out of here.” She leads her to the guardrail and helps her up and over, adding tearfully, “I’m so sorry, Kasa…” before hopping the rail herself and helping her battered twin escape through the crowd.
Savage and Feral groan as they slowly get to their feet. Grimacing from the low blows, the pair look around for their hated rivals, when Feral catches sight of them getting away through the audience and points them out to Savage. “If they think this ends tonight,” Savage growls as Feral rubs her bare back, “they’re out of their damn minds.” Together, the two lovers make their way back to the ring as the official announcement comes down over the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen...Both teams have been counted out of the ring...The result of this match, A DRAW!”
The assembled masses boo the unsatisfying decision as Feral gives Savage her t-shirt that she wore to the ring. “I know it won’t fit you,” she says sheepishly, “but it’s better than having your tits on display for everybody.”
“Thanks, babe.” Savage grunts as she pulls the smaller t-shirt as far as she can, just enough to cover herself up again. She then kisses Feral on the cheek to respectful applause. “Well, two refs couldn’t get the job done,” she notes, “guess we’re just gonna have to settle things our way. But, for now...we’ll take the moral victory.” Feral nods solemnly and the pair turn to the crowd, pumping their fists in the air, to which many of the FAWN Faithful reciprocate. Everyone in the Arena knows full well that this war is far from over.