Post by walkindude on Feb 8, 2019 0:10:03 GMT
New year, new Oil Report!
With the Baroness currently on IR thanks to a bloodthirty World Champion, who will step up to gain some traction in this notoriously slippery battleground? You'll have to read on to find out!
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Two members of FAWN’s burgeoning ingénue Tag Team scene stepped away from the ring and into the slippery confines of the Oil Pit for the edification and entertainment of a sold out Palm Beach House show crowd less than a week into the new year. Lack of previous experience in such an environment didn’t seem to bother Charlie Dawson and Luisa Campos in the slightest, as blonde and brunette had hurled themselves at the opposition at the CLANG of the bell. These early skirmishes lacked thee, let’s call it polish, the fans had come to expect from the likes of Nyssa Bloodwind, Gabby Mendoza and of course the Oil Baroness herself, but Dawson and Campos more than made up for it with the sort of enthusiasm that allowed them to pinball around the confines of the Pit like they meant to simply batter her adversary into surrender.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
LUISA CAMPOS:
And so it had gone for the first five minutes or so, until Charlie had finally managed to slow the pace with a Hammerlock and Bodyscissors combination that made Campos screech in pain. But the smaller half of Diamonds & Pearls was made of sterner, cattier stuff and it wasn’t long before she’d clawed her way free and returned the Hammerlock with agonizing interest, not to mention a palming hand that smooshed Charlie’s cheek against the floor of the pit.
Sweetheart or not, the blonde wasn’t one to be bullied and she eventually squirmed her way into a Kneeling Bear Hug that Luisa managed to convert to a tawdry Front Sleeper within a minute or two. Thus their battle raged for the next ten minutes, neither lass able to impose her will for more than a few moments before the increasingly aggressive other took control. Now, with less than five minutes remaining on the clock, Charlie and Luisa were stretched out on their sides, practically tummy to tummy in this latest engagement. Dawson pushed at Campos’ chin, Campos yanked on Dawson’s hair and both ladies struggled to throw a leg over her rival’s hips, each searching for the Scissors that’d help swing the contest in their favor.
The duel proved one the crystal blue-eyed blonde was more than up to as she bested the Brazilian, her alabaster stem slipping over the tawny hip of the South American. Charlie rolled to her back pulling Campos with her, the raven-haired beauty sliding between the now bracketing lower limbs of Dawson. Charlie's legs snapped tight to her foe's ribs and while going beneath Luisa was fraught with peril, the bitter look of pain on Campos' features drove Charlie to cinch her flexing stems even tighter.
Luisa, found prying useless so she slid farther into the Scissors, hoping to get in range to bring her clenched fists into play. While Charlie kept her head out of reach, Campos pounded away on the ivory tummy of the Sweetheart, at least until Dawson massaged her foe sideways with the help of the baby oil and dug her Scissors into spine and tummy, a gasp forced from Luisa's diaphragm. Now, not only could Charlie force her thighs deeper into Luisa's fluttering midriff, Campos was ninety degrees away from nailing anything but the thigh, knee and calf in front of her, so she took the opportunity to desperately THUMP away at the bony joint, pleading almost hopefully that Dawson let her go.
Charlie hunched forward and clapped an open hand into Luisa’s mostly bare back. One thwack didn't do much but three, four and five are enough to make Campos consider the error of her ways and the consequences of running your mouth. With that point made, she grabbed a handful of hair and squirmed her way to a seat with Campos hunched over between those sleek gams. “I’ve done this in a ring plenty of times.” Dawson noted as she fought to corral Luisa’s arms in a Full Nelson. “But I wonder how you’re overrated butt will sound bouncing off the floor of the Pit over and over?”
Dawson leaned back, her spine squishing into the oily cushions of the Pit floor while raising Luisa's tailbone off the glistening blue plastic. Thrusting her pelvis up, forward then down, she RAMMED the raven-haired 'Pearls' rump into the floor. It caused a wince of discomfort, the Scissors and Full Nelson likely causing more harm than the first bounce of Campos' keester but two, three and four accumulated some soreness to her behind and when the unrelenting Dawson took her up for number five, Luisa was shaking her head and bleating out a series of squeaky 'no's.
THWAP!
Number cinqo drew a yelp from Luisa and when Dawson slipped out of her Nelson, Campos' hands rushed to her Brazilian bum rather than the American doll. Unwrapping her legs from around the painfully seated Campos, Charlie moved to one knee behind her foe, digging the cap of the other between Luisa' shoulderblades while lacing her fingers, cupping Campos' chin, and yanking back on a modified Clutch. "Time for you to say uncle and get back in a ring, where you can rely on your partner."
The Chinlock kept Luisa from shaking her head ‘no’, but her hands were free and they wasted no time flicking the Sweetheart a double bird. Charlie didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she smiled a little wider as she bounced that posted knee between her opponent’s shoulders. “Tap out whenever it’s too much!” she chided. “We both know you’re just wishing Marisol was over there to bail you OOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Campos snatched her foe’s wrists and pulled them down far enough for her to sink her teeth into the blonde’s uppermost fingers! Dawson let loose at once and jabbed a couple quick kicks into the brunette’s back, though they were more to create some space than as genuine offense. Even so, it propelled her back into the wall of the Pit, where she kept a sharp eye on the dark-eyed exotique.
As for Campos, she slithered to one knee and sorted out her bottoms all without taking her eyes off the blonde. “While I would LOVE to see Marisol put you in your place, I certainly don’t need her help to humble your plucky little ass.”
“Is that so?” Dawson sniped. “Well why don’t you bring yourself over here and prove WHOOOAAAHH!” Luisa lunged forward, grabbed hold of the other woman’s ankles and tugged as hard as she could in hopes of pulling the brat into the perfect position for a Full Body Pin or another oxygen snuffing JMD Sleeper.
With the baby oil beneath the blonde sent spurting to either side from under the Sweetheart's spine, Campos landed on her knees, body between Dawson's splayed legs. Luisa hooked behind the knees of both limbs with her arms and scooted forward to fold the blonde into an increasingly bent Matchbook pin. Of course, there's no limit to the time the blonde's shoulders could be on Pit floor, the oil a locale for submissions and KOs only. Still, the Brazilian's dark eyes flashed as she pivots pivoted degrees and SLAMMED her body down on the back of Charlie's thighs and calves, forcing the blonde to grunt heavily, jackknifed again and again, growing more breathless by the splash. After a half dozen, Luisa let Dawson spring open, sliding atop her foe into a front facing straddle of the blonde's ivory midriff. She corralled Charlie's flailing arms at each wrist and pulled her foe's arms down and to her sides. "Don't you know?" she asked. "Sweethearts get broken.”
“That’s what you think, brat!” Dawson huffed as she strained and squirmed to free her hands from the brunette’s grasp. “You and your tacky costume jewelry are going doOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Luisa rose up as high as she could and dropped down hard, the ingénue brunette just THUMPING her tush into the pit of Charlie’s stomach. “Did YOU just call ME tacky?” Campos snarled at the gaping blonde. “Ok, bytch. Just for that I’m going to make you suffer.” She carried out the threat with three more Butt Bombs in rapid succession, Luisa showing veteran instincts in delivering her payload just as the other wrestler was drawing in a deep breath. Once Dawson was huffing and puffing, Campos leaned forward and snatched a double handful of hair, all the better to hold the struggling Sweetheart in place while she slid forward into a Schoolgirl Pin that was a mere shift away from a Front Face Sit. Hands on her thighs (which were in turn snugged against her prey’s cheeks) Luisa barked, “Submit. Admit to all these morons that you’re no match for me!” Campos tapped one finger against the tip of Dawson’s nose to make sure the blonde knew it was a demand, not a request.
Dawson wasn’t one to accept a nose tap without a flare of her adorable nostrils, a heaving pelvis, and raised, rocking legs. Those alabaster stems surged up, forward and down as Dawson tried to buck the dark-haired rider off. The blonde only succeeded in rocking Luisa forward, 'Pearls' undercarriage slipping up and over her foe's chin, Charlie's bitten lower lip touching the oil-infused lycra of Luisa's trunks. Still, if she had the guts, she could maybe slip her head all the way underneath and out the back door with Campos riding too high. That thought came to an abrupt end when the exotique timed a backward sweep of her looping arms just as Charlie's stems rose in an attempt to push Luisa farther up her frame. Campos encircled the limbs and pulled them forward, matchbooking Charlie in a brand new way. Luisa's tawny thighs press against Dawson's cheeks, creating a cute if pained fishy-face from the Sweetheart. Just outside Luisa's legs were Charlie's overturned ankles, the blonde's oily keester pointed to the flood lights above, Dawson's derriere shimmering while her face was etched in pain and strain, the blonde's squeaky grunting loud as she tried to free herself from the oily predicament.
“Oh please, don‘t pretend you actually want to escape.” Campos sighed like it was all such a bother. “We both know this hapless wriggling is the only thing that’ll get eyes on your otherwise pathetic efforts. Luckily these idiots have remarkably low standards when it comes to asses.”
“Kuuhh… kiss off!” Charlie grunted from her unenviable position. “I’d like to see you talk trash about my butt when it’s MMMMMRRRRRPPPPHHH!”
Luisa slid forward and leaaaaaaaaaaned down, the domineering battler pressing her forehead to the floor of the Pit to maximize the pressure and leverage on the Matchbook. Splaying her knees a bit to put even more weight on the Sweetheart’s squealing mug, Campos added a not so subtle roll of her own hips to make sure there was absolutely no question of her control. Twisting her head to one side, she flashed the crowd a devilish smile and cooed, “I know you can’t see any of this, but there are cameras going off all over the arena. And they’re focused on me. Ok, not ALL of them. I’ve seen the Gladiatrix guy snap a few in your direction, probably wants an angle for the latest ‘Biggest Loser’ shoot. Now, are you ready to submit or do you need to take a nap, sweetheart?”
Breathless but as yet unbowed, Charlie continued to struggle despite the verbal and altogether too real physical threat. But brats like Luisa ALWAYS screwed up. ALWAYS. Her senses swallowed by Luisa's ass, with the taste of oily spandex on her lips and the burning lungs of oxygen deprivation, the blonde refused to give Pearls the satisfaction. But with all four limbs accounted for in Campos' possession and her body stating to shudder and quake outside her command, Charlie broke. Sobbing into Luisa's trunks, all that could be heard in the 'outside world' was "Mmmm mmmmphh!”
Campos was tickled by the reverberation on her thinly-sheathed privates. "What now?" she asked, knowing Charlie couldn’t tap out, wrists pinned to the shiny blue plastic of the Pit floor. Campos raised her behind a few inches and looked into the glassy baby blues and burbling lips, Dawson spitting baby oil from her lush lips.
"I quimmmmppphhh!"
Campos dropped her crotch onto the bridge of the blonde's nose, cheeks on her foe's mouth. "Say again?" The crowd's boos echoed through the stands but Luisa was unmoved. "Should I give her another chance?" Charlie's fight was nearly drained, a few uncoordinated spasms animating her frame while the Brazilian rose and hovered.
Too starved for oxygen to even think about offense when her airways are cleared, Dawson sucked in a few ragged breaths, then huffed, “I give… I give… now get offa me, you braMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Luisa settled down one more time, the domineering lovely all smirks and smiles as Charlie wailed into her togs. “I can’t believe you wasted such a perfect opportunity for begging and groveling.” the Brazilian huffed. “Lucky for you I know how to make the best of an incorrigible snot like you.” Campos tossed Dawson’s legs away with a theatrical flourish, then straightened up and entertained herself (and mesmerized the FAWNatics) with a slow motion bump ‘n grind that ensured Charlie got intimately acquainted with the front side of Luisa’s bottoms. Of course the arrogant newcomer wasn’t about to neglect the rest of her outfit, so after thirty seconds or so she pushed up, swung around and dropped back down, all the better of trap Charlie’s nose between her cheeks. No reaction from Dawson now, she was simply a prop for Campos’ amusement, which the brunette indulged by making the insensate blonde clap her hands in time with the grind before making her tap a frantic ‘submission’ on her own tummy. That finally proved enough for the official, who called for the bell a few seconds later.
Finishing up her puppet work by letting Charlie’s hands fawn over her crushing backside, Luisa tossed those clingy hands aside, then ran her fingers through her hair and cooed, “This is just the beginning. I want the best the Pit has to offer so I can show the world they’re nothing more than an accessory to Diamonds and Pearls.”
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Stretched out on her right side with her legs strapped tight around the waist of the sputtering brunette, Babe Babcock hunched forward and grabbed hold of Gabby Mendoza’s right wrist. “Got ya in deep waters now, Gabs.” Babe huffed as her quarry tried to twist loose from the awkward facedown position. “Oil’s not safe for you anymore.”
BABE BABCOCK:
“Screw you!” the Baby-Faced Killer groaned as the blonde punished her with another rib-compressing squeeze. “That bird-brained bytch got lucky! It was a fluke, nothing morEEERRRRRHHHHHHH!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
Babcock folded the captured limb between Mendoza’s shoulders in rough Hammerlock. “Does this feel like a fluke to you, girl? Because it feels perfectly natural to aaaarrrrrhhhhh stop that!”
Not about to take lip from some community pool Baywatch wannabe, Gabby curled her right hand into a claw and raked it along the curve of Babcock’s taut thigh no less than half a dozen times. “Let me go you scrawny slut.” she demanded. “We both know this ends with you begging for NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Cheers from those assembled when Babe grabbed a big handful of hair and bounced Mendoza’s forehead off the floor of the Pit! Stopping only when the clawing abated, she adjusted her handhold so she could take possession of the brunette’s left wrist and add a second Hammerlock to the unpleasant arrangement. “Give it up!” the Siren of Surf & Sand demanded after a particularly mournful round of Mendoza’s wailing. “I said give it up, don’t make me take you out any deeper!”
But after losing her chance to beat the woman who'd become the Pit's boss, Mendoza wasn’t of a mind to falter against some blonde wannabe. Regardless, Babe pinned both of her foe's arms in place with a well-placed knee atop the brunette's wrists. She took Gabby's dark oily mop with both hands and THUMPED her features into the slick, plastic floor of the Pit. "Too late," Babcock added, happy to get no verbal response from the groaning Gabby. Moving to a straddle of the Latina, the blonde's lightly tanned stems bracketing both Mendoza's sides and her arms, Babe laced her fingers and slipped them over the head of the Babyfaced Killer, cupping her foe's chin.
Accustomed to working the sand circuit in her FAWN downtime, Babe seemed just as adept in the slippery stuff, drawing Gabriella into a modified Camel Clutch that has Mendoza wincing and mewling, her back arched so far her dark pools were pointed to the glimmering lights that keeps the oil of the Pit warm but, in turn, heightened the environment's Fahrenheit to a draining level for the combatants. "Not to be too obvious, but I can make this SO much worse," Babe growled, ratcheting the Clutch back even further, drawing a muffled yelp. "I suggest you throw in the towel, little girl."
“Nuuuuuhhhhh…..nooooooooooo!” Mendoza couldn’t really shake her head thanks to the painful Chinlock and the Hammerlock meant she couldn’t even waggle a finger ‘no, no, no’. In the end she was forced to voice another pained groan from the former Lightweight Champion.
“How you doing, Gabby?” Merle called from the safety of his perch outside the Pit. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“I said NO, DAMMIT!” Gabby almost sobbed. “I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE TO OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Babcock halved her grip, buried that hand in Mendoza’s dark locks and pulled like she meant to rip a hank straight from her opponent’s scalp. “Say that one more time.” Babe threatened, her cold tone worlds removed from the usually chipper attitude of her promos. “Tell them you’re too good to lose to me and I promise these people will be cheering my name when you lose your second pair of briefs.”
Mendoza growled, rocked from side to side and managed to free one of her hands from those damned Hammerlocks. Reaching up to claw and tear at the wrist nearest her hair, the Froot Stripe Fatale growled, “Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Bytch Face. That’s the kind of thing that will get you NNUUUGGGHH!”
Babe bounced her noggin against the floor one more time, then relinquished her grips and spun around so she was seated on the curve of Mendoza’s glutes. From there she grabbed her foe’s ankles, crossed them in a compacted ‘X’ and got to her feet. The buzz of the crowd grew to a full on roar as Babe lifted her foe’s stems and slooooooooooowly bridged backward until the crown of her head was pressed to the floor just above Gabby’s and the Texan’s legs and lower back were wrenched in a vicious arch courtesy of the California Crab.
Gabby's groans became squeals of pain as Babcock seemed fully prepared to snap Mendoza's backbone in two, the bare bones brutality of the Pit rubbing off on the usually cheery if focused ring combatant. Like a main ingredient of a stew of surliness, the baby oil had a way and Babe refused to give up her bridge despite her own cramping limbs in order to make the Latina suffer.
"I said," the blonde grunted, the strain accumulating quickly. Another half-dozen seconds of wails but no surrender forced Babcock to release and flop to all fours, shaking out her burning limbs. "You're either made of rubber or tougher than you look."
Looking to give herself a rest while continuing to wear down Mendoza, Babe jumped on the tawny, glistening back of the Texan in a full front to back pin. She sent her fingers into the matted ebony mop once more, forcing Gabby's face to the floor. Babe swished her foe's features from side to side like she's trying to soak up the oil with a sponge. "When you slip on the Pit's ladder, it's a quick ride down, girl," Babe whispered, digging her chin into the left nape of Mendoza's neck, Gabby grimacing.
“Ooohhhh you sandy slut. I’m going to make you pay for OOOOOOOWWWW!” Mendoza’s threat devolved into a piercing wail when Babcock sat up and RAKED her nails down the Texan’s almost-bare back!
“Yeah, you hear that, Gabby?” Babcock chided in regards to the cheer that rose from the FAWNatics. “They love seeing YOU pay! And considering all time you spent trying to win this match inside my trunks, I have no problem beating you at your own nasty game!” The blonde emphasized her point by scoring Mendoza’s back three more times in just as many seconds. Once the Big Red Beeyotch had quieted down, Babcock slid backward, helped herself to those thrashing legs and neatly folded them up so Gabby’s heels were snug against her tush. Settling down into a comfortable seat atop those exposed extremities, Babe stretched herself out atop Mendoza’s back and dipped low enough to draw the other woman’s right arm back across her shoulders at an awkward angle. Then she latched her hands across Gabby’s mouth in a stern S-Grip and reefed back on the SPF. “Tap out!” Babcock shouted into her foe’s pain-wracked face. “You better tap because I’m not going to let you goOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Desperate for any sort of lifeline, Gabby strained her head toward the blonde’s face and chomped down on Babe’s cheek!
Apparently thinking Babe's face was a pack of Juicy Fruit, the gum-chewing Mendoza's perfect pearlies chomped into Babcock's mug and the SPF became the furthest thing from the veteran's mind. Releasing her grip, she instead pried judiciously at Mendoza's jaw, howling for Merle to call for a DQ, apparently forgetting the Pit was for all intents and purposes a greasy Thunderdome (without the chainsaws).
With the SPF removed, the feisty Latina decided to loosen her incisors and roll in the opposite direction of a screeching Babe, Babcock checking her face for corpuscle leakage. Finding none, she turned to scowl at Gabby, Mendoza on hands and knees, working at the kinks in her back and trying to regain her breath. Sensing the Texan was still hers to be had, Babe raced at the tawny brunette as much as the footing allows, but the oily floor proved all too useful in Mendoza sweeping Babcock's legs out from beneath her when the blonde tried to put on the brakes.
After her foe fell to her back in front of Gabby, Mendoza rose to her knees, laced her fingers and drove a Double Axhandle into the blonde's ivory-skinned gut. Babe's baby blues bulged as she jackknifed from the attack, leaving Mendoza in range to deliver a forearm shiver to Babcock's jaw. Babe barrel rolled away from the impact, then butt-slid her way to the Pit wall. She leaned her back into the edifice, hugging her tummy with one wrapping arm while using the other to dig nails in so she could climb to her feet before the fast approaching Latina took full advantage.
Chomping her gum in an almost maniacal fury, Mendoza didn’t even try to keep Babcock from rising, instead she snatched hold of the blonde’s ankles and tore them out from underneath, leaving Babe to THWHUMP down on her tush! Gabby was on her in a trice, the Babyfaced Killer straddling Babe’s upper thighs just so she could bury both hands in those slick golden locks and thwhum-thwhum-thwhum-THWHUMP the back of her head against the side of the Pit no less than half a dozen times!
“YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN ME?” she bellowed through it all. “I’M THE BADDEST BYTCH IN THIS PIT, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A F*CKING LIFEGUARD!”
Babcock was too busy struggling against this abuse to respond with actual words, but her nails scrabbling against Mendoza’s wrists were enough to get the infuriated brunette’s attention. Abandoning the blunt force trauma for a pair of Wristlocks, she jerked Babcock’s wrists overhead and brought them together so she could control both with one hand. “You think you can order me around, huh? Think you can humiliate me like she did?” The Double Mint Diva balled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it into Babe’s midriff, just below the navel. “Let me show you what I think of that, bytch face.” Gabz reached into her mouth, plucked out a piece of bright pink gum and stuck it in the blonde’s right eye!
Keening as she tried to pluck the gooey glob from her eyelid, the sputtering Siren was in no condition to stop Mendoza from collecting her ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagging her out into the center of the Pit. Feet planted firm on either side of her foe’s chest, Gabby sprang into the air and kicked both legs forward, her ‘Chew on This!’ trunks descending on Babcock’s heaving chest like a pert little A-Bomb.
With Babe's cleavage flattened by the infuriated Mendoza's derriere, a loud grunting exhale exploded from the blonde's lips. The Latina's extended stems tucked under Babcock's shoulders as the Babyfaced Killer rose to a Schoolgirl press. Gabby's knees bracketed Babe's worried face, Mendoza's crotch pressing against the blonde's chin.
"All you bimbos should know better than to get a chica en fuego." Gabby plastered the bite marks on Babcock's cheek with a paintbrush of a bytch slap.
"I'd bury you up to your neck on the beach!" Babe protested.
"Maybe I'll take you up," Gabby responded, riding out the increasingly weakening bucking of the former lifeguard. "But tonight you get tossed like a Caesar salad with extra dressing, blondie." Gabby snatched Babe's wrists to control her flailing and take the blonde's nails out of the equation. She leaned forward, dropping the front of her trunks on Babe's face instead of the undercarriage. It wasn’t as tight a fit, but it still panicked the increasingly breathless blonde. Seemingly enjoying the humming complaints of Babe's muffled cries against her privates, a grinning Gabby slid down to fill Babe's face with taut tummy.
"Kiss my navel, bimbo. Maybe I let you leave the Pit with whatever senses you have left."
Babe couldn’t turn her head with Mendoza’s thighs pressed so close, she can only suck in ragged breaths and continue with a slowly weakening series of bridges, the last of which ends beneath a particularly cruel slap between her thighs. “I said kiss my navel, bytch face.” Gabby growled, the accumulated aches clear in her tone, “Don’t make me tell you ag--”
“Kiss my ass, tramp!” Babcock huffed. “The only thing cheaper than that nasty gum is your wordMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Gabby drew up a little bit, then thrust down, the tawny brunette using her belly like a battering ram against the blonde’s helplessly exposed features. One was painful enough, so of course Mendoza repeated the tactic over and over again, her deceptively angelic features twisted into a frowning grimace of disdain as she tried to blot out the last of Babcock’s fighting spirit. To Babe’s credit she held on for almost thirty more seconds, but the uninterrupted navel gazing finally took its toll and her hands fell to the oil like two bits of trash dropped on an otherwise pristine beach.
Denied her proper tummy worship thanks to the blonde’s cowardly trip to unconsciousness, Mendoza straightened up and scooted forward, fully burying Babe’s features beneath her undercarriage. Twisting her hips for a better angle on the blonde’s belly, Gabby flattened one hand into a paddle and SLAPPED out her own count on the Siren’s fluttering tummy. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! YOU LOSE, BYTCH FACE!”
Merle saw no reason to contradict her, so he called for the bell and Mendoza clambered to her feet. For a moment she bent down, presumably to collect Babcock’s briefs, but then she stood up and pressed a hand to her forehead in hopes that the dizziness would soon pass. “Consider yourself lucky, bytch face.” she jabbed her toes against Babe’s crotch and gave ‘em a quick waggle. “Next time I’ll collect what’s mine.” Promise made, she trudged to the edge of the Pit and made her way over, leaving Merle or some other poor idiot to tend to the blonde wreckage in her wake.
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PANDORA:
Surprise was the watchword when former World Champion Pandora returned not at a FAWN pay-per-view, but a house show in Miami. Nor was it for just any ol’ match, the Womanly Wonder made her presence known with an open challenge for any member of the Church of Eternal Midnight to meet her in the night’s only Oil Pit bout. With Adelaide currently advertised for a Main Event against Veronica Treymane, those assembled guessed it likely that either Helena Graylock or perhaps even Miranda Wainright herself would answer the blonde Dreadnought’s call. And yet surprise heaped upon surprise as none other than Penelope Tremblay, an almost silent, but rather important cog in Wainright’s malevolent machine strode from backstage when the time came. On paper it looked like a mismatch, in real life it looked like a suicide mission. Penny gave up three inches and a whopping twenty-six pounds to the big blonde, a fact the crowd played up with repeated chants of ‘PANNY’S GONNA KILL YOU!’
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Yet the newest acolyte proved simultaneously elusive and effective once the bell sounded. She skidded away from each and every one of Pandora’s earliest gambits and made the taller wrestler pay for her errors with several stinging kicks to the thighs and hamstrings. Pandy got hold of her eventually of course, it would’ve been impossible not to considering the confines of the venue, but even then Tremblay managed to squeak out of the titan’s clutches before Pandora could begin to press the advantage. Not only that, the leggy zealot actually managed to take her towering opposition to the floor with a well timed Basement Dropkick and kept her there for the better part of a minute with a snugly-applied back mounted Sleeper.
But even after all that, it only took a moment for Pandy to remind everyone why she was arguably the most feared woman in FAWN. Powering to her knees with Penny still bearing down on the Sleeper, the Beach Babe practically welcomed the Churchgoer’s transition to a Rear Naked Choke because it meant that Tremblay was strapped to her back when Panny went up on tiptoes and dropped straight back to SPLA-THWHAP her opponent into the floor of the Pit. Now, almost ten minutes later the Dreadnought had marched out to an insurmountable lead and STILL continued to pour on the pressure courtesy of an Over the Knee Backbreaker that had the willowy ingenue practically bent in half around the posted joint.
If a blonde ever looked perfectly suited for the Oil Pit, and many aficionados thought it an anathema to the greased confines, it's via the tanned curves of the Court's muscle. Pandora's biceps flexed as she pressed down the pale Penny on either side, forcing the Churchgoer into an ever increasing arch. Grimaces turned to groans as the flaxen-haired powerhouse took her continued control out for a Sunday social, finally relenting to lace her fingers and POUND a Double Axhandle into the alabaster tummy of Tremblay. The gasping, grunting True Believer tumbled to the slippery, goo of the floor, settling on her chest. Though her faith was surely strong, the six senses could only be denied so long and Pandora made sure she'll test them further.
Rising to a standing reverse straddle of her foe, she dipped and collected the lower limbs of Penny above the ankles. Settling into a deep crouch, Pandy tugged the legs toward her. The buxom blonde scooted her feet so they were outside either ear of the dark-haired acolyte, all the better to stack her submission further into the vertical plane, turning the Crab into a Penny-Tamer. Pandora went so far as to take a seat in front of Tremblay's pain-racked features so she could try and create a full circle out of the frame of her foe, Penelope forced to admit the pain despite her best efforts to swallow the agony. Penny howled in anguish when asked if she wanted to surrender but the verbalization could not be considered capitulation and Castle motioned 'safe' to confirm Tremblay hadn't quit.
"Little girl, you're in a war tonight," Pandora advised between grunts of effort. "You better know no Church or High Priestess from it can save you now."
“Shuuuu… she already saved me, heathen.” Penny growled once she found her voice. “And you have no idea what war isSSSEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Pandora wrenched her foe’s trapped legs back and forth, the lithesome brunette’s almost uncanny flexibility earning her several groans of sympathetic anguish, though these were almost entirely drowned out by those cheering for Pandy’s ridiculous power. “You’re tough for a mouthy little pipsqueak, I’ll give you that.” the blonde admitted. “And you might bend farther than a rubber band, but trust me bytch, you’ll snap long before I get bored.” She cranked on the Crab again, then slid forward to increase pressure on Tremblay’s lower back while simultaneously decreasing the space between her trunks and the crown of Penny’s skull. “Keep an eye on her hands.” the Beach Babe told Castle of her flailing adversary. “I want to know the instant she starts to tap eerrrrggghhhhh… bytch, you’re testing my patience!”
Capitalizing on her proximity to Pandora’s strong stems, Tremblay twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the former World Champ’s inner thigh! Frowning as Miranda’s zealot continued to gnaw on her like a drumstick, Pandora pulled a little tighter and threatened, “Let go right now or I’ll touch your toes to the back of your heOOOOOWWWWW SLUT!” Unable to escape the torturous loop, Penny chose to make her opponent’s seat as uncomfortable as possible by snatching a double handful of Pandy’s rainbow-hued bottoms and tugging them up to somewhere near the small of her back!
Pandora's unrivaled physical arsenal wasn’t immune to a wicked wedgie from a desperate foe and her bitten lip turned into a hop to her feet so she could remove the sawing lycra from her nethers. Giving up the Penny-tamer was a small price to be able to pluck the Rainbow Bridge from between her tanned glutes. Showing both relief and fury after the removal and return of her bottoms to proper alignment, Pandy charged a rising Tremblay and took the pale Churchgoer down with a Thesz Press, baby oil spurting from beneath Penny's back when it SPLATTED against the plastic of the Pit floor.
Straddling the brunette's waist, Pandora fashioned her fingers into talons and dug them into the thinly-sheathed bosom of her foe. "You want to get catty?" Pandy asked rhetorically. "I can beat you a dozen ways and this..." Pandora violently clenched her palms, hands filled with pliant flesh and spandex, "this is one of them." Tremblay yelped in pain, prying at the wrists of the Most Feared to no avail. Pandy flattened breast to breastbone to increase the agony. "Tell me Miranda's word vomit means anything to you now," Pandora roared. "And I'll know you're a liar."
Penny didn’t actually reply with words, instead she kept clawing and pulling at the blonde’s wrists, all to no avail. Baring her teeth in direct response to the thunderous ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chants of that disgusting heathen throng, Tremblay began to thum-thum-thum-THUMP her knees into Pandora’s strong but otherwise undefended glutes. The Dreadnought couldn’t adjust her position without relenting on the dual claws, so she raised her hips as high as she could, then SMECKED it down into Penny’s gulping tummy. “That all you got, little girl?” she taunted the gaping brunette.
Tremblay hissed, stuffed a stereo Kneelift into her tormentor’s tush. “I was about to ask you the same thing, idiot. How does someone as supposedly brilliant as West ever have need for a cretin like yoUUUAAAARRRHHHHHHH!”
Pandora showed off a bit of her fitness regimen with a brisk series of ‘push-ups’ that did nothing for the pain in Tremblay’s chest. Hellacious as it was, the expected surrender didn’t come, in fact Penelope earned a brief round of grudging applause when she reached up and played a little tit-for-tat with Pandy’s hulking hooters! “This is all you are, isn’t it, heathen?” Penny shouted into the blonde’s surprised face. “Oh how I’m going to relish spoiling the wholly unexpected, wholly unwelcomed folly of your return!”
A startled and grimacing Pandora was sent flopping to her side by the grip on her Double Ds, Tremblay then managing to fully switch positions in the clawing competition, Pandora on her back. With the crowd silenced by the surprising show of resistance and resilience and Pandora's face showing the first sign of concern in a long while, the beach blonde ceded the battle to Tremblay, giving up her grips. Instead, she loaded a right forearm and THUMPED it into the jaw of the hovering Penny, violently buggywhipping Tremblay's noggin in the opposite direction. The blow was a perfect example of what Pandora could do at a moment's notice. Turn the tide, or in this instance re-turn the tide with a brutal show of strength. Penny corkscrewed onto her back at Pandy's side, the blonde rubbing at her aching weapons after the impact.
"So you want some?" she hissed between clenched teeth at the dazed Penny. "Have some heathen heaven?" Pandora barrel rolled into a Full Body Pin, her gurls flattening the ivory orbs of the foe beneath her. The blonde's palms wrapped around Penny's wrists, pinning the Churchgoer's wrists above her head, making a steeple out of the brunette's arms. Halving her grip at the point the limbs intersect, Pandora used her newly unoccupied right hand to make a fishface out of Tremblay's alabaster cheeks. "Ready for a faceful from the faithless?"
Tremblay bridged as hard as she could, which wasn’t nearly enough what with Pandy’s curvaceous frame pressing down on her own. Eyes narrowed to dark slots above the heathen’s humiliating grip, Penny tried to speak, but produced nothing but a helpless growl until she managed to nip at the blonde’s steely fingers. “Do your worst, heathen.” the brunette snapped at the grimacing Beach Tyrant. “It won’t be nearly enough to save you from the looming darkNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Pandora CRAAACKED her foe’s face to the side with a single stiff Bytch Slap, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and forced her to look straight up into that Rack of Damocles. “That’s just about enough out of you, ya scrawny little brat. Time you learned a valuable lesson.”
Just what that lesson entailed Pandy did not say, but it presumably had something to do with lowering those fight winning juggs onto Tremblay’s upturned face because that’s what she did as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
“MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHH!” Penny squealed at the top of her lungs and bucked as hard as she could, alas neither registered with anyone other than Pandy or Nick Castle, such was the complete body-smothering prowess of the Dreadnought.
Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, Pandora released her hold on Tremblay’s wrists so she could brace her forearms against the sides of her foe’s skull, thus meaning Penelope had nowhere to turn when the former World Champion began to buff and batter her cheeks with a rollicking round of heavy duty tit slaps!
Having been drained by her time under the massive cleavage of FAWN's Most Feared, Penny could offer only meek tokens when Pandy unleashed her gurls from the rainbow-hued swatches barely covering them and set to work. She swung her glistening gurls from side to side, more sending a humiliating message to not only the fading Tremblay but the Church as a whole than anything else. With her return, dawn was breaking on not-so-Eternal Midnight. Head lolling from side to side with each sweep of Pandora's fleshy teardrops, Penny tried to shake out of her stupor. Her hands broke loose and rose to clench the blonde's biceps.
It's a worrisome sign to the curvy Courtier she needed to finish this before the doe-eyed fanatic was gifted a miracle from her inner demons. Pressing her body through Penny's extended arms, Pandora dropped her enveloping flesh atop the wide-eyed face of her foe.
"You'll regret this heathMMPPPHHH." Penny was sent under again, this time Pandy curling her arms under Tremblay's skull and sealing both her face in the massive mountains and her doom in the match. Returned to the oxygen-free darkness of Pandora's hothouse, Penny's lips finding nothing but satiny, oily skin instead of the much needed air. Tremblay frantically flailed but for a few seconds before the warm, welcoming abyss drew her in, limbs spasmodically jerking involuntarily as she entered and shutting off entirely once within.
"I believe the misguided mouse is ready to call it a night," Pandora purrs to Castle, the man looking on from above the Pit wall. "Penny? Move by three or I..." Nick doesn't bother finishing, immediately calling for the end. "You've won Pandora. Please."
Pandy smiled beatifically. "Since you asked nicely." The big blonde peeled her bare bosom off the greasy visage of the Churchgoer, a KO’ed Penny dozing. Pandora used the unconscious Tremblay to rise to her feet and she planted a foot on Penny's privates, the touch drawing a slight shudder then stillness again, Pandy womanhandling Penny for the FAWNatics and all Gladiatrix readers to see and for those bookmakers in Vegas to adjust their lines to make the Court an out and out favorite to oust the Church from power.
With the Baroness currently on IR thanks to a bloodthirty World Champion, who will step up to gain some traction in this notoriously slippery battleground? You'll have to read on to find out!
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Two members of FAWN’s burgeoning ingénue Tag Team scene stepped away from the ring and into the slippery confines of the Oil Pit for the edification and entertainment of a sold out Palm Beach House show crowd less than a week into the new year. Lack of previous experience in such an environment didn’t seem to bother Charlie Dawson and Luisa Campos in the slightest, as blonde and brunette had hurled themselves at the opposition at the CLANG of the bell. These early skirmishes lacked thee, let’s call it polish, the fans had come to expect from the likes of Nyssa Bloodwind, Gabby Mendoza and of course the Oil Baroness herself, but Dawson and Campos more than made up for it with the sort of enthusiasm that allowed them to pinball around the confines of the Pit like they meant to simply batter her adversary into surrender.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
LUISA CAMPOS:
And so it had gone for the first five minutes or so, until Charlie had finally managed to slow the pace with a Hammerlock and Bodyscissors combination that made Campos screech in pain. But the smaller half of Diamonds & Pearls was made of sterner, cattier stuff and it wasn’t long before she’d clawed her way free and returned the Hammerlock with agonizing interest, not to mention a palming hand that smooshed Charlie’s cheek against the floor of the pit.
Sweetheart or not, the blonde wasn’t one to be bullied and she eventually squirmed her way into a Kneeling Bear Hug that Luisa managed to convert to a tawdry Front Sleeper within a minute or two. Thus their battle raged for the next ten minutes, neither lass able to impose her will for more than a few moments before the increasingly aggressive other took control. Now, with less than five minutes remaining on the clock, Charlie and Luisa were stretched out on their sides, practically tummy to tummy in this latest engagement. Dawson pushed at Campos’ chin, Campos yanked on Dawson’s hair and both ladies struggled to throw a leg over her rival’s hips, each searching for the Scissors that’d help swing the contest in their favor.
The duel proved one the crystal blue-eyed blonde was more than up to as she bested the Brazilian, her alabaster stem slipping over the tawny hip of the South American. Charlie rolled to her back pulling Campos with her, the raven-haired beauty sliding between the now bracketing lower limbs of Dawson. Charlie's legs snapped tight to her foe's ribs and while going beneath Luisa was fraught with peril, the bitter look of pain on Campos' features drove Charlie to cinch her flexing stems even tighter.
Luisa, found prying useless so she slid farther into the Scissors, hoping to get in range to bring her clenched fists into play. While Charlie kept her head out of reach, Campos pounded away on the ivory tummy of the Sweetheart, at least until Dawson massaged her foe sideways with the help of the baby oil and dug her Scissors into spine and tummy, a gasp forced from Luisa's diaphragm. Now, not only could Charlie force her thighs deeper into Luisa's fluttering midriff, Campos was ninety degrees away from nailing anything but the thigh, knee and calf in front of her, so she took the opportunity to desperately THUMP away at the bony joint, pleading almost hopefully that Dawson let her go.
Charlie hunched forward and clapped an open hand into Luisa’s mostly bare back. One thwack didn't do much but three, four and five are enough to make Campos consider the error of her ways and the consequences of running your mouth. With that point made, she grabbed a handful of hair and squirmed her way to a seat with Campos hunched over between those sleek gams. “I’ve done this in a ring plenty of times.” Dawson noted as she fought to corral Luisa’s arms in a Full Nelson. “But I wonder how you’re overrated butt will sound bouncing off the floor of the Pit over and over?”
Dawson leaned back, her spine squishing into the oily cushions of the Pit floor while raising Luisa's tailbone off the glistening blue plastic. Thrusting her pelvis up, forward then down, she RAMMED the raven-haired 'Pearls' rump into the floor. It caused a wince of discomfort, the Scissors and Full Nelson likely causing more harm than the first bounce of Campos' keester but two, three and four accumulated some soreness to her behind and when the unrelenting Dawson took her up for number five, Luisa was shaking her head and bleating out a series of squeaky 'no's.
THWAP!
Number cinqo drew a yelp from Luisa and when Dawson slipped out of her Nelson, Campos' hands rushed to her Brazilian bum rather than the American doll. Unwrapping her legs from around the painfully seated Campos, Charlie moved to one knee behind her foe, digging the cap of the other between Luisa' shoulderblades while lacing her fingers, cupping Campos' chin, and yanking back on a modified Clutch. "Time for you to say uncle and get back in a ring, where you can rely on your partner."
The Chinlock kept Luisa from shaking her head ‘no’, but her hands were free and they wasted no time flicking the Sweetheart a double bird. Charlie didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she smiled a little wider as she bounced that posted knee between her opponent’s shoulders. “Tap out whenever it’s too much!” she chided. “We both know you’re just wishing Marisol was over there to bail you OOOOOOWWWWWWW!”
Campos snatched her foe’s wrists and pulled them down far enough for her to sink her teeth into the blonde’s uppermost fingers! Dawson let loose at once and jabbed a couple quick kicks into the brunette’s back, though they were more to create some space than as genuine offense. Even so, it propelled her back into the wall of the Pit, where she kept a sharp eye on the dark-eyed exotique.
As for Campos, she slithered to one knee and sorted out her bottoms all without taking her eyes off the blonde. “While I would LOVE to see Marisol put you in your place, I certainly don’t need her help to humble your plucky little ass.”
“Is that so?” Dawson sniped. “Well why don’t you bring yourself over here and prove WHOOOAAAHH!” Luisa lunged forward, grabbed hold of the other woman’s ankles and tugged as hard as she could in hopes of pulling the brat into the perfect position for a Full Body Pin or another oxygen snuffing JMD Sleeper.
With the baby oil beneath the blonde sent spurting to either side from under the Sweetheart's spine, Campos landed on her knees, body between Dawson's splayed legs. Luisa hooked behind the knees of both limbs with her arms and scooted forward to fold the blonde into an increasingly bent Matchbook pin. Of course, there's no limit to the time the blonde's shoulders could be on Pit floor, the oil a locale for submissions and KOs only. Still, the Brazilian's dark eyes flashed as she pivots pivoted degrees and SLAMMED her body down on the back of Charlie's thighs and calves, forcing the blonde to grunt heavily, jackknifed again and again, growing more breathless by the splash. After a half dozen, Luisa let Dawson spring open, sliding atop her foe into a front facing straddle of the blonde's ivory midriff. She corralled Charlie's flailing arms at each wrist and pulled her foe's arms down and to her sides. "Don't you know?" she asked. "Sweethearts get broken.”
“That’s what you think, brat!” Dawson huffed as she strained and squirmed to free her hands from the brunette’s grasp. “You and your tacky costume jewelry are going doOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Luisa rose up as high as she could and dropped down hard, the ingénue brunette just THUMPING her tush into the pit of Charlie’s stomach. “Did YOU just call ME tacky?” Campos snarled at the gaping blonde. “Ok, bytch. Just for that I’m going to make you suffer.” She carried out the threat with three more Butt Bombs in rapid succession, Luisa showing veteran instincts in delivering her payload just as the other wrestler was drawing in a deep breath. Once Dawson was huffing and puffing, Campos leaned forward and snatched a double handful of hair, all the better to hold the struggling Sweetheart in place while she slid forward into a Schoolgirl Pin that was a mere shift away from a Front Face Sit. Hands on her thighs (which were in turn snugged against her prey’s cheeks) Luisa barked, “Submit. Admit to all these morons that you’re no match for me!” Campos tapped one finger against the tip of Dawson’s nose to make sure the blonde knew it was a demand, not a request.
Dawson wasn’t one to accept a nose tap without a flare of her adorable nostrils, a heaving pelvis, and raised, rocking legs. Those alabaster stems surged up, forward and down as Dawson tried to buck the dark-haired rider off. The blonde only succeeded in rocking Luisa forward, 'Pearls' undercarriage slipping up and over her foe's chin, Charlie's bitten lower lip touching the oil-infused lycra of Luisa's trunks. Still, if she had the guts, she could maybe slip her head all the way underneath and out the back door with Campos riding too high. That thought came to an abrupt end when the exotique timed a backward sweep of her looping arms just as Charlie's stems rose in an attempt to push Luisa farther up her frame. Campos encircled the limbs and pulled them forward, matchbooking Charlie in a brand new way. Luisa's tawny thighs press against Dawson's cheeks, creating a cute if pained fishy-face from the Sweetheart. Just outside Luisa's legs were Charlie's overturned ankles, the blonde's oily keester pointed to the flood lights above, Dawson's derriere shimmering while her face was etched in pain and strain, the blonde's squeaky grunting loud as she tried to free herself from the oily predicament.
“Oh please, don‘t pretend you actually want to escape.” Campos sighed like it was all such a bother. “We both know this hapless wriggling is the only thing that’ll get eyes on your otherwise pathetic efforts. Luckily these idiots have remarkably low standards when it comes to asses.”
“Kuuhh… kiss off!” Charlie grunted from her unenviable position. “I’d like to see you talk trash about my butt when it’s MMMMMRRRRRPPPPHHH!”
Luisa slid forward and leaaaaaaaaaaned down, the domineering battler pressing her forehead to the floor of the Pit to maximize the pressure and leverage on the Matchbook. Splaying her knees a bit to put even more weight on the Sweetheart’s squealing mug, Campos added a not so subtle roll of her own hips to make sure there was absolutely no question of her control. Twisting her head to one side, she flashed the crowd a devilish smile and cooed, “I know you can’t see any of this, but there are cameras going off all over the arena. And they’re focused on me. Ok, not ALL of them. I’ve seen the Gladiatrix guy snap a few in your direction, probably wants an angle for the latest ‘Biggest Loser’ shoot. Now, are you ready to submit or do you need to take a nap, sweetheart?”
Breathless but as yet unbowed, Charlie continued to struggle despite the verbal and altogether too real physical threat. But brats like Luisa ALWAYS screwed up. ALWAYS. Her senses swallowed by Luisa's ass, with the taste of oily spandex on her lips and the burning lungs of oxygen deprivation, the blonde refused to give Pearls the satisfaction. But with all four limbs accounted for in Campos' possession and her body stating to shudder and quake outside her command, Charlie broke. Sobbing into Luisa's trunks, all that could be heard in the 'outside world' was "Mmmm mmmmphh!”
Campos was tickled by the reverberation on her thinly-sheathed privates. "What now?" she asked, knowing Charlie couldn’t tap out, wrists pinned to the shiny blue plastic of the Pit floor. Campos raised her behind a few inches and looked into the glassy baby blues and burbling lips, Dawson spitting baby oil from her lush lips.
"I quimmmmppphhh!"
Campos dropped her crotch onto the bridge of the blonde's nose, cheeks on her foe's mouth. "Say again?" The crowd's boos echoed through the stands but Luisa was unmoved. "Should I give her another chance?" Charlie's fight was nearly drained, a few uncoordinated spasms animating her frame while the Brazilian rose and hovered.
Too starved for oxygen to even think about offense when her airways are cleared, Dawson sucked in a few ragged breaths, then huffed, “I give… I give… now get offa me, you braMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!”
Luisa settled down one more time, the domineering lovely all smirks and smiles as Charlie wailed into her togs. “I can’t believe you wasted such a perfect opportunity for begging and groveling.” the Brazilian huffed. “Lucky for you I know how to make the best of an incorrigible snot like you.” Campos tossed Dawson’s legs away with a theatrical flourish, then straightened up and entertained herself (and mesmerized the FAWNatics) with a slow motion bump ‘n grind that ensured Charlie got intimately acquainted with the front side of Luisa’s bottoms. Of course the arrogant newcomer wasn’t about to neglect the rest of her outfit, so after thirty seconds or so she pushed up, swung around and dropped back down, all the better of trap Charlie’s nose between her cheeks. No reaction from Dawson now, she was simply a prop for Campos’ amusement, which the brunette indulged by making the insensate blonde clap her hands in time with the grind before making her tap a frantic ‘submission’ on her own tummy. That finally proved enough for the official, who called for the bell a few seconds later.
Finishing up her puppet work by letting Charlie’s hands fawn over her crushing backside, Luisa tossed those clingy hands aside, then ran her fingers through her hair and cooed, “This is just the beginning. I want the best the Pit has to offer so I can show the world they’re nothing more than an accessory to Diamonds and Pearls.”
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Stretched out on her right side with her legs strapped tight around the waist of the sputtering brunette, Babe Babcock hunched forward and grabbed hold of Gabby Mendoza’s right wrist. “Got ya in deep waters now, Gabs.” Babe huffed as her quarry tried to twist loose from the awkward facedown position. “Oil’s not safe for you anymore.”
BABE BABCOCK:
“Screw you!” the Baby-Faced Killer groaned as the blonde punished her with another rib-compressing squeeze. “That bird-brained bytch got lucky! It was a fluke, nothing morEEERRRRRHHHHHHH!”
GABBY MENDOZA:
Babcock folded the captured limb between Mendoza’s shoulders in rough Hammerlock. “Does this feel like a fluke to you, girl? Because it feels perfectly natural to aaaarrrrrhhhhh stop that!”
Not about to take lip from some community pool Baywatch wannabe, Gabby curled her right hand into a claw and raked it along the curve of Babcock’s taut thigh no less than half a dozen times. “Let me go you scrawny slut.” she demanded. “We both know this ends with you begging for NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Cheers from those assembled when Babe grabbed a big handful of hair and bounced Mendoza’s forehead off the floor of the Pit! Stopping only when the clawing abated, she adjusted her handhold so she could take possession of the brunette’s left wrist and add a second Hammerlock to the unpleasant arrangement. “Give it up!” the Siren of Surf & Sand demanded after a particularly mournful round of Mendoza’s wailing. “I said give it up, don’t make me take you out any deeper!”
But after losing her chance to beat the woman who'd become the Pit's boss, Mendoza wasn’t of a mind to falter against some blonde wannabe. Regardless, Babe pinned both of her foe's arms in place with a well-placed knee atop the brunette's wrists. She took Gabby's dark oily mop with both hands and THUMPED her features into the slick, plastic floor of the Pit. "Too late," Babcock added, happy to get no verbal response from the groaning Gabby. Moving to a straddle of the Latina, the blonde's lightly tanned stems bracketing both Mendoza's sides and her arms, Babe laced her fingers and slipped them over the head of the Babyfaced Killer, cupping her foe's chin.
Accustomed to working the sand circuit in her FAWN downtime, Babe seemed just as adept in the slippery stuff, drawing Gabriella into a modified Camel Clutch that has Mendoza wincing and mewling, her back arched so far her dark pools were pointed to the glimmering lights that keeps the oil of the Pit warm but, in turn, heightened the environment's Fahrenheit to a draining level for the combatants. "Not to be too obvious, but I can make this SO much worse," Babe growled, ratcheting the Clutch back even further, drawing a muffled yelp. "I suggest you throw in the towel, little girl."
“Nuuuuuhhhhh…..nooooooooooo!” Mendoza couldn’t really shake her head thanks to the painful Chinlock and the Hammerlock meant she couldn’t even waggle a finger ‘no, no, no’. In the end she was forced to voice another pained groan from the former Lightweight Champion.
“How you doing, Gabby?” Merle called from the safety of his perch outside the Pit. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“I said NO, DAMMIT!” Gabby almost sobbed. “I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE TO OOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!”
Babcock halved her grip, buried that hand in Mendoza’s dark locks and pulled like she meant to rip a hank straight from her opponent’s scalp. “Say that one more time.” Babe threatened, her cold tone worlds removed from the usually chipper attitude of her promos. “Tell them you’re too good to lose to me and I promise these people will be cheering my name when you lose your second pair of briefs.”
Mendoza growled, rocked from side to side and managed to free one of her hands from those damned Hammerlocks. Reaching up to claw and tear at the wrist nearest her hair, the Froot Stripe Fatale growled, “Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Bytch Face. That’s the kind of thing that will get you NNUUUGGGHH!”
Babe bounced her noggin against the floor one more time, then relinquished her grips and spun around so she was seated on the curve of Mendoza’s glutes. From there she grabbed her foe’s ankles, crossed them in a compacted ‘X’ and got to her feet. The buzz of the crowd grew to a full on roar as Babe lifted her foe’s stems and slooooooooooowly bridged backward until the crown of her head was pressed to the floor just above Gabby’s and the Texan’s legs and lower back were wrenched in a vicious arch courtesy of the California Crab.
Gabby's groans became squeals of pain as Babcock seemed fully prepared to snap Mendoza's backbone in two, the bare bones brutality of the Pit rubbing off on the usually cheery if focused ring combatant. Like a main ingredient of a stew of surliness, the baby oil had a way and Babe refused to give up her bridge despite her own cramping limbs in order to make the Latina suffer.
"I said," the blonde grunted, the strain accumulating quickly. Another half-dozen seconds of wails but no surrender forced Babcock to release and flop to all fours, shaking out her burning limbs. "You're either made of rubber or tougher than you look."
Looking to give herself a rest while continuing to wear down Mendoza, Babe jumped on the tawny, glistening back of the Texan in a full front to back pin. She sent her fingers into the matted ebony mop once more, forcing Gabby's face to the floor. Babe swished her foe's features from side to side like she's trying to soak up the oil with a sponge. "When you slip on the Pit's ladder, it's a quick ride down, girl," Babe whispered, digging her chin into the left nape of Mendoza's neck, Gabby grimacing.
“Ooohhhh you sandy slut. I’m going to make you pay for OOOOOOOWWWW!” Mendoza’s threat devolved into a piercing wail when Babcock sat up and RAKED her nails down the Texan’s almost-bare back!
“Yeah, you hear that, Gabby?” Babcock chided in regards to the cheer that rose from the FAWNatics. “They love seeing YOU pay! And considering all time you spent trying to win this match inside my trunks, I have no problem beating you at your own nasty game!” The blonde emphasized her point by scoring Mendoza’s back three more times in just as many seconds. Once the Big Red Beeyotch had quieted down, Babcock slid backward, helped herself to those thrashing legs and neatly folded them up so Gabby’s heels were snug against her tush. Settling down into a comfortable seat atop those exposed extremities, Babe stretched herself out atop Mendoza’s back and dipped low enough to draw the other woman’s right arm back across her shoulders at an awkward angle. Then she latched her hands across Gabby’s mouth in a stern S-Grip and reefed back on the SPF. “Tap out!” Babcock shouted into her foe’s pain-wracked face. “You better tap because I’m not going to let you goOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Desperate for any sort of lifeline, Gabby strained her head toward the blonde’s face and chomped down on Babe’s cheek!
Apparently thinking Babe's face was a pack of Juicy Fruit, the gum-chewing Mendoza's perfect pearlies chomped into Babcock's mug and the SPF became the furthest thing from the veteran's mind. Releasing her grip, she instead pried judiciously at Mendoza's jaw, howling for Merle to call for a DQ, apparently forgetting the Pit was for all intents and purposes a greasy Thunderdome (without the chainsaws).
With the SPF removed, the feisty Latina decided to loosen her incisors and roll in the opposite direction of a screeching Babe, Babcock checking her face for corpuscle leakage. Finding none, she turned to scowl at Gabby, Mendoza on hands and knees, working at the kinks in her back and trying to regain her breath. Sensing the Texan was still hers to be had, Babe raced at the tawny brunette as much as the footing allows, but the oily floor proved all too useful in Mendoza sweeping Babcock's legs out from beneath her when the blonde tried to put on the brakes.
After her foe fell to her back in front of Gabby, Mendoza rose to her knees, laced her fingers and drove a Double Axhandle into the blonde's ivory-skinned gut. Babe's baby blues bulged as she jackknifed from the attack, leaving Mendoza in range to deliver a forearm shiver to Babcock's jaw. Babe barrel rolled away from the impact, then butt-slid her way to the Pit wall. She leaned her back into the edifice, hugging her tummy with one wrapping arm while using the other to dig nails in so she could climb to her feet before the fast approaching Latina took full advantage.
Chomping her gum in an almost maniacal fury, Mendoza didn’t even try to keep Babcock from rising, instead she snatched hold of the blonde’s ankles and tore them out from underneath, leaving Babe to THWHUMP down on her tush! Gabby was on her in a trice, the Babyfaced Killer straddling Babe’s upper thighs just so she could bury both hands in those slick golden locks and thwhum-thwhum-thwhum-THWHUMP the back of her head against the side of the Pit no less than half a dozen times!
“YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN ME?” she bellowed through it all. “I’M THE BADDEST BYTCH IN THIS PIT, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A F*CKING LIFEGUARD!”
Babcock was too busy struggling against this abuse to respond with actual words, but her nails scrabbling against Mendoza’s wrists were enough to get the infuriated brunette’s attention. Abandoning the blunt force trauma for a pair of Wristlocks, she jerked Babcock’s wrists overhead and brought them together so she could control both with one hand. “You think you can order me around, huh? Think you can humiliate me like she did?” The Double Mint Diva balled her free hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it into Babe’s midriff, just below the navel. “Let me show you what I think of that, bytch face.” Gabz reached into her mouth, plucked out a piece of bright pink gum and stuck it in the blonde’s right eye!
Keening as she tried to pluck the gooey glob from her eyelid, the sputtering Siren was in no condition to stop Mendoza from collecting her ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagging her out into the center of the Pit. Feet planted firm on either side of her foe’s chest, Gabby sprang into the air and kicked both legs forward, her ‘Chew on This!’ trunks descending on Babcock’s heaving chest like a pert little A-Bomb.
With Babe's cleavage flattened by the infuriated Mendoza's derriere, a loud grunting exhale exploded from the blonde's lips. The Latina's extended stems tucked under Babcock's shoulders as the Babyfaced Killer rose to a Schoolgirl press. Gabby's knees bracketed Babe's worried face, Mendoza's crotch pressing against the blonde's chin.
"All you bimbos should know better than to get a chica en fuego." Gabby plastered the bite marks on Babcock's cheek with a paintbrush of a bytch slap.
"I'd bury you up to your neck on the beach!" Babe protested.
"Maybe I'll take you up," Gabby responded, riding out the increasingly weakening bucking of the former lifeguard. "But tonight you get tossed like a Caesar salad with extra dressing, blondie." Gabby snatched Babe's wrists to control her flailing and take the blonde's nails out of the equation. She leaned forward, dropping the front of her trunks on Babe's face instead of the undercarriage. It wasn’t as tight a fit, but it still panicked the increasingly breathless blonde. Seemingly enjoying the humming complaints of Babe's muffled cries against her privates, a grinning Gabby slid down to fill Babe's face with taut tummy.
"Kiss my navel, bimbo. Maybe I let you leave the Pit with whatever senses you have left."
Babe couldn’t turn her head with Mendoza’s thighs pressed so close, she can only suck in ragged breaths and continue with a slowly weakening series of bridges, the last of which ends beneath a particularly cruel slap between her thighs. “I said kiss my navel, bytch face.” Gabby growled, the accumulated aches clear in her tone, “Don’t make me tell you ag--”
“Kiss my ass, tramp!” Babcock huffed. “The only thing cheaper than that nasty gum is your wordMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!”
Gabby drew up a little bit, then thrust down, the tawny brunette using her belly like a battering ram against the blonde’s helplessly exposed features. One was painful enough, so of course Mendoza repeated the tactic over and over again, her deceptively angelic features twisted into a frowning grimace of disdain as she tried to blot out the last of Babcock’s fighting spirit. To Babe’s credit she held on for almost thirty more seconds, but the uninterrupted navel gazing finally took its toll and her hands fell to the oil like two bits of trash dropped on an otherwise pristine beach.
Denied her proper tummy worship thanks to the blonde’s cowardly trip to unconsciousness, Mendoza straightened up and scooted forward, fully burying Babe’s features beneath her undercarriage. Twisting her hips for a better angle on the blonde’s belly, Gabby flattened one hand into a paddle and SLAPPED out her own count on the Siren’s fluttering tummy. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! YOU LOSE, BYTCH FACE!”
Merle saw no reason to contradict her, so he called for the bell and Mendoza clambered to her feet. For a moment she bent down, presumably to collect Babcock’s briefs, but then she stood up and pressed a hand to her forehead in hopes that the dizziness would soon pass. “Consider yourself lucky, bytch face.” she jabbed her toes against Babe’s crotch and gave ‘em a quick waggle. “Next time I’ll collect what’s mine.” Promise made, she trudged to the edge of the Pit and made her way over, leaving Merle or some other poor idiot to tend to the blonde wreckage in her wake.
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PANDORA:
Surprise was the watchword when former World Champion Pandora returned not at a FAWN pay-per-view, but a house show in Miami. Nor was it for just any ol’ match, the Womanly Wonder made her presence known with an open challenge for any member of the Church of Eternal Midnight to meet her in the night’s only Oil Pit bout. With Adelaide currently advertised for a Main Event against Veronica Treymane, those assembled guessed it likely that either Helena Graylock or perhaps even Miranda Wainright herself would answer the blonde Dreadnought’s call. And yet surprise heaped upon surprise as none other than Penelope Tremblay, an almost silent, but rather important cog in Wainright’s malevolent machine strode from backstage when the time came. On paper it looked like a mismatch, in real life it looked like a suicide mission. Penny gave up three inches and a whopping twenty-six pounds to the big blonde, a fact the crowd played up with repeated chants of ‘PANNY’S GONNA KILL YOU!’
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Yet the newest acolyte proved simultaneously elusive and effective once the bell sounded. She skidded away from each and every one of Pandora’s earliest gambits and made the taller wrestler pay for her errors with several stinging kicks to the thighs and hamstrings. Pandy got hold of her eventually of course, it would’ve been impossible not to considering the confines of the venue, but even then Tremblay managed to squeak out of the titan’s clutches before Pandora could begin to press the advantage. Not only that, the leggy zealot actually managed to take her towering opposition to the floor with a well timed Basement Dropkick and kept her there for the better part of a minute with a snugly-applied back mounted Sleeper.
But even after all that, it only took a moment for Pandy to remind everyone why she was arguably the most feared woman in FAWN. Powering to her knees with Penny still bearing down on the Sleeper, the Beach Babe practically welcomed the Churchgoer’s transition to a Rear Naked Choke because it meant that Tremblay was strapped to her back when Panny went up on tiptoes and dropped straight back to SPLA-THWHAP her opponent into the floor of the Pit. Now, almost ten minutes later the Dreadnought had marched out to an insurmountable lead and STILL continued to pour on the pressure courtesy of an Over the Knee Backbreaker that had the willowy ingenue practically bent in half around the posted joint.
If a blonde ever looked perfectly suited for the Oil Pit, and many aficionados thought it an anathema to the greased confines, it's via the tanned curves of the Court's muscle. Pandora's biceps flexed as she pressed down the pale Penny on either side, forcing the Churchgoer into an ever increasing arch. Grimaces turned to groans as the flaxen-haired powerhouse took her continued control out for a Sunday social, finally relenting to lace her fingers and POUND a Double Axhandle into the alabaster tummy of Tremblay. The gasping, grunting True Believer tumbled to the slippery, goo of the floor, settling on her chest. Though her faith was surely strong, the six senses could only be denied so long and Pandora made sure she'll test them further.
Rising to a standing reverse straddle of her foe, she dipped and collected the lower limbs of Penny above the ankles. Settling into a deep crouch, Pandy tugged the legs toward her. The buxom blonde scooted her feet so they were outside either ear of the dark-haired acolyte, all the better to stack her submission further into the vertical plane, turning the Crab into a Penny-Tamer. Pandora went so far as to take a seat in front of Tremblay's pain-racked features so she could try and create a full circle out of the frame of her foe, Penelope forced to admit the pain despite her best efforts to swallow the agony. Penny howled in anguish when asked if she wanted to surrender but the verbalization could not be considered capitulation and Castle motioned 'safe' to confirm Tremblay hadn't quit.
"Little girl, you're in a war tonight," Pandora advised between grunts of effort. "You better know no Church or High Priestess from it can save you now."
“Shuuuu… she already saved me, heathen.” Penny growled once she found her voice. “And you have no idea what war isSSSEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Pandora wrenched her foe’s trapped legs back and forth, the lithesome brunette’s almost uncanny flexibility earning her several groans of sympathetic anguish, though these were almost entirely drowned out by those cheering for Pandy’s ridiculous power. “You’re tough for a mouthy little pipsqueak, I’ll give you that.” the blonde admitted. “And you might bend farther than a rubber band, but trust me bytch, you’ll snap long before I get bored.” She cranked on the Crab again, then slid forward to increase pressure on Tremblay’s lower back while simultaneously decreasing the space between her trunks and the crown of Penny’s skull. “Keep an eye on her hands.” the Beach Babe told Castle of her flailing adversary. “I want to know the instant she starts to tap eerrrrggghhhhh… bytch, you’re testing my patience!”
Capitalizing on her proximity to Pandora’s strong stems, Tremblay twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into the former World Champ’s inner thigh! Frowning as Miranda’s zealot continued to gnaw on her like a drumstick, Pandora pulled a little tighter and threatened, “Let go right now or I’ll touch your toes to the back of your heOOOOOWWWWW SLUT!” Unable to escape the torturous loop, Penny chose to make her opponent’s seat as uncomfortable as possible by snatching a double handful of Pandy’s rainbow-hued bottoms and tugging them up to somewhere near the small of her back!
Pandora's unrivaled physical arsenal wasn’t immune to a wicked wedgie from a desperate foe and her bitten lip turned into a hop to her feet so she could remove the sawing lycra from her nethers. Giving up the Penny-tamer was a small price to be able to pluck the Rainbow Bridge from between her tanned glutes. Showing both relief and fury after the removal and return of her bottoms to proper alignment, Pandy charged a rising Tremblay and took the pale Churchgoer down with a Thesz Press, baby oil spurting from beneath Penny's back when it SPLATTED against the plastic of the Pit floor.
Straddling the brunette's waist, Pandora fashioned her fingers into talons and dug them into the thinly-sheathed bosom of her foe. "You want to get catty?" Pandy asked rhetorically. "I can beat you a dozen ways and this..." Pandora violently clenched her palms, hands filled with pliant flesh and spandex, "this is one of them." Tremblay yelped in pain, prying at the wrists of the Most Feared to no avail. Pandy flattened breast to breastbone to increase the agony. "Tell me Miranda's word vomit means anything to you now," Pandora roared. "And I'll know you're a liar."
Penny didn’t actually reply with words, instead she kept clawing and pulling at the blonde’s wrists, all to no avail. Baring her teeth in direct response to the thunderous ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’ chants of that disgusting heathen throng, Tremblay began to thum-thum-thum-THUMP her knees into Pandora’s strong but otherwise undefended glutes. The Dreadnought couldn’t adjust her position without relenting on the dual claws, so she raised her hips as high as she could, then SMECKED it down into Penny’s gulping tummy. “That all you got, little girl?” she taunted the gaping brunette.
Tremblay hissed, stuffed a stereo Kneelift into her tormentor’s tush. “I was about to ask you the same thing, idiot. How does someone as supposedly brilliant as West ever have need for a cretin like yoUUUAAAARRRHHHHHHH!”
Pandora showed off a bit of her fitness regimen with a brisk series of ‘push-ups’ that did nothing for the pain in Tremblay’s chest. Hellacious as it was, the expected surrender didn’t come, in fact Penelope earned a brief round of grudging applause when she reached up and played a little tit-for-tat with Pandy’s hulking hooters! “This is all you are, isn’t it, heathen?” Penny shouted into the blonde’s surprised face. “Oh how I’m going to relish spoiling the wholly unexpected, wholly unwelcomed folly of your return!”
A startled and grimacing Pandora was sent flopping to her side by the grip on her Double Ds, Tremblay then managing to fully switch positions in the clawing competition, Pandora on her back. With the crowd silenced by the surprising show of resistance and resilience and Pandora's face showing the first sign of concern in a long while, the beach blonde ceded the battle to Tremblay, giving up her grips. Instead, she loaded a right forearm and THUMPED it into the jaw of the hovering Penny, violently buggywhipping Tremblay's noggin in the opposite direction. The blow was a perfect example of what Pandora could do at a moment's notice. Turn the tide, or in this instance re-turn the tide with a brutal show of strength. Penny corkscrewed onto her back at Pandy's side, the blonde rubbing at her aching weapons after the impact.
"So you want some?" she hissed between clenched teeth at the dazed Penny. "Have some heathen heaven?" Pandora barrel rolled into a Full Body Pin, her gurls flattening the ivory orbs of the foe beneath her. The blonde's palms wrapped around Penny's wrists, pinning the Churchgoer's wrists above her head, making a steeple out of the brunette's arms. Halving her grip at the point the limbs intersect, Pandora used her newly unoccupied right hand to make a fishface out of Tremblay's alabaster cheeks. "Ready for a faceful from the faithless?"
Tremblay bridged as hard as she could, which wasn’t nearly enough what with Pandy’s curvaceous frame pressing down on her own. Eyes narrowed to dark slots above the heathen’s humiliating grip, Penny tried to speak, but produced nothing but a helpless growl until she managed to nip at the blonde’s steely fingers. “Do your worst, heathen.” the brunette snapped at the grimacing Beach Tyrant. “It won’t be nearly enough to save you from the looming darkNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Pandora CRAAACKED her foe’s face to the side with a single stiff Bytch Slap, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and forced her to look straight up into that Rack of Damocles. “That’s just about enough out of you, ya scrawny little brat. Time you learned a valuable lesson.”
Just what that lesson entailed Pandy did not say, but it presumably had something to do with lowering those fight winning juggs onto Tremblay’s upturned face because that’s what she did as soon as the words were out of her mouth.
“MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHH!” Penny squealed at the top of her lungs and bucked as hard as she could, alas neither registered with anyone other than Pandy or Nick Castle, such was the complete body-smothering prowess of the Dreadnought.
Biting her bottom lip in a coy smile, Pandora released her hold on Tremblay’s wrists so she could brace her forearms against the sides of her foe’s skull, thus meaning Penelope had nowhere to turn when the former World Champion began to buff and batter her cheeks with a rollicking round of heavy duty tit slaps!
Having been drained by her time under the massive cleavage of FAWN's Most Feared, Penny could offer only meek tokens when Pandy unleashed her gurls from the rainbow-hued swatches barely covering them and set to work. She swung her glistening gurls from side to side, more sending a humiliating message to not only the fading Tremblay but the Church as a whole than anything else. With her return, dawn was breaking on not-so-Eternal Midnight. Head lolling from side to side with each sweep of Pandora's fleshy teardrops, Penny tried to shake out of her stupor. Her hands broke loose and rose to clench the blonde's biceps.
It's a worrisome sign to the curvy Courtier she needed to finish this before the doe-eyed fanatic was gifted a miracle from her inner demons. Pressing her body through Penny's extended arms, Pandora dropped her enveloping flesh atop the wide-eyed face of her foe.
"You'll regret this heathMMPPPHHH." Penny was sent under again, this time Pandy curling her arms under Tremblay's skull and sealing both her face in the massive mountains and her doom in the match. Returned to the oxygen-free darkness of Pandora's hothouse, Penny's lips finding nothing but satiny, oily skin instead of the much needed air. Tremblay frantically flailed but for a few seconds before the warm, welcoming abyss drew her in, limbs spasmodically jerking involuntarily as she entered and shutting off entirely once within.
"I believe the misguided mouse is ready to call it a night," Pandora purrs to Castle, the man looking on from above the Pit wall. "Penny? Move by three or I..." Nick doesn't bother finishing, immediately calling for the end. "You've won Pandora. Please."
Pandy smiled beatifically. "Since you asked nicely." The big blonde peeled her bare bosom off the greasy visage of the Churchgoer, a KO’ed Penny dozing. Pandora used the unconscious Tremblay to rise to her feet and she planted a foot on Penny's privates, the touch drawing a slight shudder then stillness again, Pandy womanhandling Penny for the FAWNatics and all Gladiatrix readers to see and for those bookmakers in Vegas to adjust their lines to make the Court an out and out favorite to oust the Church from power.