Coming Soon: Wild Ones vs War Party (Street Fight)

“The following tag team contest is a STREET FIGHT, scheduled for one fall!” No sooner is the proclamation out of the ring announcer’s mouth that the FAWN Faithful explode in applause, ready to have their bloodlust slaked. “In this match, ANYTHING GOES!” he continues, “There are no disqualifications, no countouts, and falls count anywhere in Orlando! Victory is attained when a member of one team is either pinned or submits!” With that, the lights go out.



FIGHT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_xQ9fPe9cM



As Winterhawk’s “Fight” fires up over the loudspeakers, a shower of red, black, and orange lights flicker over the FAWN faithful. The curtains fly open and the Teton Terrors, Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon march out onto the stage.



WAR PARTY: KAYA AND KASA HALFMOON:



“Introducing first, from Standing Rock Reservation, South Dakota...at a total combined weight of two hundred sixty-five pounds...Kaya and Kasa Halfmoon...They are THE WAR PARTY!!”



The twins pose for the crowd as the lights come back up. Unlike their last encounter with their opponents for tonight, the Halfmoons have come ready for a fight of epic proportions. Kaya is dressed in a black and red crop top, giving the audience a rare glimpse of her well-toned abs. Tight cutoff denim shorts, black combat boots, and black leather studded gloves complete the outfit. Kasa is similarly arrayed, the only difference that she is wearing jeans rather than denim shorts. After giving the fans time to take some pictures with their cell phones, they turn their attention to the hard camera at the top of the entrance ramp.



“This is it, girls!” Kaya calls out to their rivals, “One way or another, this is over as of tonight!”



“That’s right!” Kasa adds, leaning over her sister, clasping her shoulders, “You two may have earned my grudging...very grudging...respect - “ Kaya visibly scoffs at that, prompting her twin to look at her sideways, “ - but that doesn’t mean a thing tonight! Tonight, we finish this, and we finish YOU! And the rest of the tag teams in FAWN had better be watching! Because what we dish out to these bitches is what we have in store for all of you! You’re gonna witness what harbingers of doom the Lakota truly are!”



Message delivered, the Lakota warriors march down to the ring, all business, making no play to the crowd that is showering them with boos. They climb into the ring and settle into a far corner, no doubt going over their game plan before their bitter rivals make their entrance. Their impromptu conference is interrupted by the sound of revving engines. Before long, a huge man in an eyepatch emerges from the right of the entrance ramp, riding a motorcycle. He is followed by another burly man, then two women, and finally another gruff-looking man, all riding motorcycles. They circle the ring, prompting the twins to sneer in defiance, a look of concern in their eyes betraying their bravado. The bikers take up position alongside the entrance ramp, three on each side, when Iced Earth’s “Pure Evil” blares over the speakers.



PURE EVIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGZ-vEHuwNY



As the drumbeat changes, the remaining participants in this Street Fight roll onto the stage in a motorcycle of their own!



SAVAGE:



FERAL:



While Savage is driving the Harley, Feral rides behind her lover, holding aloft the banner of the Steel Jungle, the same one seen briefly in the promo the pair shot and uploaded to FAWN’s YouTube account earlier in the week. They take a moment to soak in the cheers from the FAWN Faithful, as well as those of their brothers and sisters, in the form of their engines revving. The noise is such that the ring announcer has to shout to be heard.



“And their opponents...Representing the Steel Jungle...At a total combined weight of two hundred forty-four pounds...Savage and Feral...THE WILD ONES!!!”



Announcement made, Savage revs her engine up and rides down the entrance ramp, halting at the foot of the ramp. As they make the trip, fans can see that the biker chicks have also brought a trash can - no doubt filled with a variety of weapons - tied to the back of the bike. The twins look on, hatred in their eyes as they steel themselves for their foes to get into the ring. Dressed in the same combat gear they wore for the Chain Match at Thrills, Chills, and Spills, Feral gives her girlfriend a kiss to the back of her head before dismounting. As Savage engages the kickstand and kills the engine, Feral unhooks the trash can and sets it down next to the ring steps. The two women then whip off their bomber jackets and climb up onto the ring apron.



“Hey, Castle!” Savage calls to the Head Referee, “Might as well call for the bell now!”



“What?” Nick Castle blinks, as the team steps through the strands, “What are you - HEY!”



No sooner had the Wild Ones stepped through the ropes that the Halfmoons were upon them, throwing wild haymakers, hoping to catch their rivals unawares. No such luck, as they were expecting the bum’s rush from the Teton Terrors, and they quickly respond in kind, trading punches with them in a dynamic exchange that whips the crowd into a frenzy. The bell rings and all four women are still going at it tooth and nail. Kasa paired up with Savage and Kaya with Feral. After almost a minute straight of fevered-pitched brawling, a knee from Kasa deep into Savage’s gut stops her in her tracks. Meanwhile, Kaya and Feral have sprawled out on the mat, rolling around trading positions and trading punches. Eventually, the two women run out of canvas, and they find themselves rolling out of the ring and tumbling down to the floor. Back in the ring, Savage eats a stiff clothesline from Kasa that puts her on her back, and Kasa is quick to follow up, pouncing on the Blonde Bomber and raking the point of her elbow across her face over and over. On the outside, Feral and Kaya are teeing off on each other with bomb after bomb from their knees, neither one being willing to take the time to get to her feet.



“BITCH!!” Kaya finally shouts as she leaps forward suddenly, tackling Feral back to the ground. Feral’s guttural growls growls are cut off as the high-flyer of the Halfmoons wraps her slender fingers around her neck, throttling her hated rival. Feral bares her talons, clawing at Kaya’s face to try and free herself, but her attempts are only met with a tightening grip. Back in the ring, Kasa has dragged Savage to her feet and into a corner. She silences a brief show of resistance from the blonde powerhouse with a straight right to the gut and a pair of vicious knife-edge chops. Kasa then sends Savage across the ring, crashing into the opposite corner at a high rate of speed. Savage stumbles out of the corner, clutching her back, only to be met with a running forward dropkick from Kasa, sending her crashing backwards into the corner once again, forcing an agonized shout from the normally stoic fighter. Kasa wastes no time keeping the pressure on the powerhouse, rolling backwards to her feet, and dashing towards her target, smashing her in the face with a diving dropkick. Another backwards roll, and even a couple steps back, before breaking into another dash, this time levelling her bitter foe with a running knee strike. Savage slumps over to one side from the onslaught as Kasa finally allows herself a moment to admire her handiwork, a self-satisfied smirk crossing her lips as she looks down at the downed Blonde Bomber.



“I hate you!” Kaya spits venom at Feral, fingers still locked around her windpipe, eyes bulging with hate-fueled rage, “I fucking hate you, you stupid slut!” She continues to repeat some variation of expressing her hatred for Feral as she throttles her, occasionally bouncing the back of her head against the concrete floor. Feral, having given up ripping Kaya’s face off (for the moment), instead is now scrabbling at the Lakota’s wrists, trying to prise her grip loose. Failing that, the Punk Princess of the Asphalt goes for one last desperate gambit as the spots start materializing in front of her eyes. Using all the energy she has left before she loses consciousness, Feral surges forward, nailing Kaya with a vicious rising headbutt to her chin. That does the trick, as Kaya releases her deathgrip on Feral’s throat with a shocked wail, before eating another headbutt, this time taking the brunt of the impact on the bridge of her nose. “AAAAAGH!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH!!” Kaya howls as combination of the blow and Feral’s own momentum knock the Teton Terror to the floor, their positions suddenly reversed. Kaya doesn’t have time to check for blood as Feral is on her in an instant, raining down punches on her, Kaya only barely having the wherewithal to cover up. After close to a dozen blows across her face and body, Feral grabs Kaya’s head on both sides and leans in, biting her on the cheek, drawing a horrified shriek from the Lakota fighter.



Back inside the ring, Kasa had just snapmared Savage out of the corner and had delivered another stiff running knee, this time to the back of Savage’s skull, when Kaya’s cries get her attention. “Fuck.” she mutters under her breath. She delivers a couple stomps to Savage’s midsection and chest, before dropping a sharp elbow into her throat. “Stay there!” she barks as Savage rolls around on the mat, clutching her throat. She then hops out of the ring to intercept Feral with a brutal reverse thrust kick right between the Jungle Queen’s eyes. As Feral falls to the floor and rolls over, Kasa grabs her by the waistband of her jeans and the back of her shirt, hauls her up, and after taking a few steps, hurls the featherweight into the guardrail, shifting it back a couple inches in the process.



“SHE BIT ME!!!” Kaya shrieks in disbelief as she feels a chunk of her cheek is missing, “THE FUCKING CUNT BIT ME!!!”



“Kaya, FOCUS!!” Kasa barks at her sister to get her attention. “I’ve got the runt, go take care of Savage!”



“Ohhhh, no!” Kaya growls, slowly getting to her feet, wiping some blood away from her nose, “That bitch is MINE, Kasa!”



Kasa rolls her eyes and lets out an aggravated sigh, “Fiiiiiine! They brought some shit to use in the fight, go check the trash can for something, if you’re so hell-bent on being so damned single-minded. I’ll make sure Feral stays down.”



Kaya nods, not really registering the irritation in Kasa’s voice, her anger and hatred overriding whatever plans the sisters had set forth. Planning was always Kasa’s thing after all; hitting things was hers. She rummages through the trash can when her eyes light up. She pulls out a metal toolbox to a “WHOOOOAAA!!” from the audience. She flips the lid open and, after a brief search, she grins sadistically, pulling out a pair of needlenose pliers.



“Hey, Kasa!” she calls out to her sister, who’s busy putting the boots to Feral, her voice practically singing with delight, “Here, you can use this!” She slides the toolbox across the ring apron to Kasa, while she brandishes the pliers.



“Ugh,” Kasa regards the toolbox with disgust, “really, Kaya?” She lets out a disappointed sigh, “Oh, well...It is a street fight, I suppose. Just...try not to get too ghoulish, okay? Remember, we’re wrestlers, not mindless thugs. Let’s not let these dykes drag us down to there level, yeah?”



“Hah!” Kaya chuckles, “As if they could ever be on our level! Lighten up, and have some fun, sister dear! I know I will…” Kasa simply rolls her eyes as she slides back into the ring to tend to Savage, who has almost gotten to her feet and regained her bearings, while Kaya waves the pliers in front of her menacingly as she looms over Feral. “Eye for an eye, bitch!” she hisses as she knocks her flat onto her back with the sole of her boot. She then lowers herself onto her prey, sitting on Feral’s chest, making sure her arms are tucked in between her legs, so they can’t move - a textbook schoolgirl pin. “HOLD STILL!!” she barks at her as she struggles to get herself free, slapping the pink-and-purple haired girl hard in the face a few times to try and force her compliance.



“RRRGH!!! FUCK YOU, WHORE!!” Feral defiantly rages as she continues to try and wriggle free. “WHEN I GET UP, I’M GONNA - AAAARRRGH, FUCK!!!” Another heavy right hand from Kaya stops her struggling for the moment.



“Cute.” she chuckles humorlessly as she leans in, bringing the pliers close to Feral’s face, “But I don’t think you’re gonna be doing nothing to nobody. Hope you weren’t too attached to this!” And with that, Kaya opens the needlenose pliers and slides them into the hoop of Feral’s eyebrow piercing. She then pulls with all her might, ignoring Feral’s threats and pained growls. Those growls become screams as the sadistic Lakota finally succeeds in forcibly relieving Feral of her eyebrow-ring. Blood runs down the featherweight’s face as Kaya flips the ring into the air with her thumb like a coin and catches it. She then shifts her seat from Feral’s chest to her face, unable to resist the opportunity to humiliate her hated foe with an old-school FAWN facesit. She swishes her hips back and forth over Feral’s face as she deposits the purloined jewelery into the back pocket of her shorts, giving the pocket a little pat, and unintentionally setting her partially exposed cheeks to jiggling, much to the FAWNatics’ delight.



Back in the ring, Kasa clambers to her feet, and bends over to pick up the toolbox. Hefting it onto her shoulder, she proceeds to launch it at the still-struggling Savage, nailing her right on the side of the face. The statuesque blonde drops like a stone, collapsing in a heap upon impact. Wanting to make sure the powerhouse stays down, Kasa picks the toolbox up again. Just has Savage has pushed herself up onto all fours, Kasa dives at her, bringing the tool box down on the back of the Blonde Bomber’s head. It’s the second blow with the toolbox that does the most damage, catching her as it does by its sharp corner in the back of her skull, opening a deep gash that turns her flaxen locks crimson. The Teton Terror then hefts the bigger girl up and unceremoniously dumps her to the outside. She then looks over at her sister to see her using Feral’s face as her personal throne.



“Hey, sis!!” she shouts to Kaya, “Playtime’s over, it’s time to switch!” Kaya turns her head to look at Kasa, pouting, silently pleading for more time to humiliate the woman she hates more than anything. Kasa shakes her head and says sternly, “Come on, Kaya! We need to switch dance partners to keep these dykes on their heels! I’ll deal with her now, and you take blondie, like we planned!”



“Like you planned, you mean.” Kaya continues to pout, “You’re so damned serious all the time! You need to lighten up!” Kasa crosses her arms, and Kaya needs no further prompting, “Fiiiiine! Just one more moment, Kasa!” She then (mis)treats Feral’s face to half a dozen butt-bounces. Feral yells out in anger and pain with each impact of Kaya’s rear on her face. “See?” Kaya finally says once she’s done, as she smoothes out her hair, “that was fun!” She climbs off Feral and slaps her hard in the face twice. “I fucking loved that!” she hisses in Feral’s ear, “And I can’t wait to do that and more to you when I get you alone in a ring again!” Parting words delivered, she hops to her feet and readjusts her shorts, pulling out the minor wedgie that her faceriding had caused. “There!” she says to Kaya, sweet as honey, “All done, she’s all yours, sister dear!” She then high fives Kasa and skips over to Savage, bending over her nearly unconscious frame; watching, concocting what horrible pain she’ll visit on the bloodied and battered biker chick.



“Man,” Kaya gloats, smirking down at the barely moving powerhouse, quickly becoming a redhead from the bloodshed, “Kasa really did a number on you, huh?” She smacks Savage in the back of her head to no response. “Hey, ref!” she calls to Nick, “You sure she ain’t out?” Nick had, understandably, stayed in the relative safety of outside the ring, keeping away from the mayhem while nobody was even attempting to secure a win. Hearing Kaya calling him over, however, he quickly wades into the fray. In all honesty, he had been concerned for Savage’s safety and was already considering checking on her. While he goes about doing that, throwing on some rubber gloves for his own safety, due to the blood, Kaya scurries back into the ring to rummage through the now dented and bloodstained toolbox one more time. Savage slowly, very slowly, stirs as Castle tries to rouse her.



“Savage,” he had been calling her name a few times by now as the Blonde Bomber attempts to crawl to a seated position, “if you don’t answer me, I’m gonna have to stop the match. Are you still good to go?”



“Du…” Savage stops her struggle to answer him with ragged breaths, “...don’t you...don’t you dare...stop...this match. We...ain’t done yet...not by half!”



“You heard her, Castle!” Kaya comes up behind them, her voice tinged with glee that her fun wasn’t being halted, “I’d clear out of here if I were you.” She then brandishes a pair of scissors, noting, “I ain’t done either!” Nick nods quickly and scrambles for safety once more. Kaya straddles Savage’s back, and the audience holds their collective breath as she raises the scissors. However, rather than perforating the biker’s skin, as most assumed Kaya would, she actually uses the scissors for their intended purpose, cutting Savage’s t-shirt down the middle, leaving the bloodied blonde topless. After a brief pause, the Lakota warrior is struck with inspiration, opening the scissors and dragging the blade across Savage’s now bare back, only causing a surface cut, and only a trickle of blood from the wound, but enough to wrench a scream from the normally stoic girl’s lips. “Heh,” Kaya smirks, “not so bad now, are ya, bitch?” she taunts her victim as she climbs off her. “Turn over!!” she barks, prodding her with her boot to convince her to comply with her command. When she finally does turn over onto her back, Kaya is quick to pounce, straddling the busty blonde’s midsection. A low buzz rolls through the audience, as Kaya’s intentions are easy to guess. After letting the anticipation build for a few moments, a smirking Kaya bares her talons and bears down on Savage’s massive bosom.



Now Savage was wide awake, albeit in the rudest way possible. She grasps Kaya’s wrists to try and free her grip, but with all the damage she’s taken over the last five minutes or so, her prodigious strength isn’t quite at its full force. “AAAAARRRRGH!!!” she howls in torment, while her tormentor wears a cruel, sadistic grin. “Y-you claim not to swing “that way”,” Savage spits, referencing an exchange they had in their last match, “but you seem to be obsessed with my...YOOOOOWWWW!!!...m-my tits!”



“Well, what can I say?” Kaya answers as she twists her nipples and pulls back on them viciously, forcing Savage to scream and arch her back to try and alleviate her suffering. “They’re just too tempting a target to pass up!” After mauling the blonde’s mammaries for roughly a minute, which must have seemed like hours to Savage, Kaya releases her claws and just begins slapping her boobs, open-handed, like they were a pair of bongo drums. The biker wails and curses as red hand-shaped welts form on her breasts. Finally satisfied with her carnal torture, Kaya giggles and climbs off of Savage, delivering a trifecta of rights to her bare tummy. She then clambers to her feet, grabbing a tight handful of Savage’s bloodied locks to drag her to her feet with her. “Up we go, tough girl!” she says mockingly cheerfully, “I’ve got more fun waiting for you!” With that, she grasps the back of the Blonde Bomber’s head, not letting go of her hair with her other hand, and rams the bigger girl into the steel ringpost. She stumbles to one knee, but Kaya is quick to run to the other side of the ringpost, grabbing Savage’s arm, preventing her from dropping further. “Ah ah ah!” she chirps, “Not just yet, slut!” She then YANKS on Savage’s arm, pulling her harshly into another flesh-on-steel collision. Then another, and another, and a fourth and fifth. After the sixth such collision, Kaya finally releases her arm and lets her victim slump to the floor.



Meanwhile, Kasa looms over the stunned and bloodied Feral. Kaya’s relentless gluteal-based assault on Feral’s facial features has left her uncharacteristically pale-faced, with flecks of red dotting her pretty features. Kasa shakes her head as she hauls the smaller girl up to her feet. “Really wish she’d take this more seriously. Hmm...I suppose she is, in her own way. Oh, well...can’t choose your family, am I right?” she muses to her rival, who simply snarls at her defiantly and spits in her face when she’s done talking.”Well…” Kasa says after wiping her face of the saliva, “...so much for civility...We are kinda past that, after all, huh?” And with that, she takes a running start, hurling the featherweight into the guardrail. The Punk Princess barely has time to react to the pain introduced to her back before Kasa is on top of her, delivering stomp after stomp to her midsection, legs, and chest. For her part, Feral remains defiantly tenacious, grabbing one of Kasa’s legs to pull herself up to her knees. Having accomplished that, she pulls back with her other arm and buries a fist deep into her foe’s midsection. And then another. She pulls back for a third when Kasa levels her with a knee strike square center of her face. Feral slumps forward against Kasa’s body, who again hefts her to her feet, then snakes her arms around her slender waist. Popping her hips, she then lifts the smaller girl up and over, throwing her with a hellacious-looking overhead belly-to-belly suplex!



OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY ON THE FLOOR: www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8KsdZ78_2Q



Feral shrieks in agony as she hits the concrete floor at a high speed, her back arching off the floor in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. Kasa slowly rises to her feet to continue dismantling the pugnacious biker chick, the relentless pace of the match starting to slow her down, despite taking very little damage so far. A stomp to Feral’s midsection keeps her flat on her back for Kasa to mount and begin teeing off on her with brutal rights. A thumb to the eye gets Kasa off of her as she cries out in pain, allowing Feral to crawl free a little and try and get to her feet to mount some sort of offense. Bent over, but finally on her feet, she turns to see her bitter rival closing in on her, and she lashes out with a front kick to try and fend her off and buy herself a little more recovery time. No such luck, as Kasa catches her leg by the ankle. Hopping around on one leg and taking fruitless swipes at the Lakota workhorse, Feral finds herself pulled close to her, arms clasped around her, holding the leg skyward - good thing Feral’s pretty flexible. Kasa then launches Feral over her head again with another overhead belly-to-belly suplex!



LEG-TRAP OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY: www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2xeM3wHNgI



Again, Feral crashes to the unforgiving concrete, back-first, even bouncing a couple inches further before starfishing on the floor, seemingly spent. Kasa smirks and goes over to pick her up and roll her back into the ring. Sure, pinfalls count anywhere, but doing it in the center of the ring would remove all doubt as to who the superior wrestlers were. She climbs back into the ring and motions for Castle to join them. She then rolls Feral onto her stomach and places both of her knees on Feral’s back and places one arm around the her neck and the other around her left leg. Kasa then leans backwards until she is on her back, lifting Feral into the air, then leaning to one side, she completes her Bow and Arrow Cradle finisher, pinning Feral’s shoulders to the mat.



BOW AND ARROW CRADLE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDpl3zjsq1g



ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-NOOOO!!



The crowd comes out of their seats as Feral jerks her shoulder up a millisecond shy of being pinned. Kasa stares at the zebra, wide-eyed with disbelief, holding up three fingers questioningly. Castle shakes his head, holding up only two fingers in response. Kasa slaps the mat with both hands in frustration, as the FAWN Faithful try to rally the Punk Princess, throwing their full support behind her. Kasa gets up to her feet, looking down at her disdainfully, “Too stubborn for your own good!” she barks before delivering a pair of vicious stomps to her ankle. Feral howls in pain, and rolls around on the mat, but Kasa grabs her hurt wheel to stop her movement. She then locks in a brutal ankle lock submission!



ANKLE LOCK: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kabjRUPtaOY



Feral screams in agony and flails as she tries to get her wits about her enough to free herself from this tortuous hold. Meanwhile, out on the floor, Kaya grabs Savage by her bloodied hair, dog walking her over to the foot of the entrance ramp. She then pulls the larger girl up to her feet, throwing an arm over her head and hooking the blonde’s jeans. She then lifts her up and sends her crashing back-first onto the steel ramp with a bone-rattling vertical suplex. Kaya springs to her feet, arms raised, soaking up the boos of the FAWNatics watching this half of the fight. It’s at this moment that she spies one of the bikers - Feral and Savage’s “brothers and sisters” - smoking a cigarette. She saunters over to him, their fearless leader in tow. “Hey!” she shouts at him, as she plucks the cigarette from his mouth, “This building’s no smoking! Don’t worry, though,” she chuckles, “I’ll put it out for you!” With that, she pulls Savage’s head back roughly by the hair, and mashes the lit butt of the cigarette into her cheek! Savage screams in pain, holding her face while Kaya tosses the now extinguished cigarette into the dude’s face. “Look at them!” she screams, pointing at Savage, “THESE are your leaders?!” Her voice is nearly drowned out by the revving of motorcycle engines in response. “After the way we’ve dominated these sluts, WE should be the ones running things, huh?! Isn’t that how things work, you scumbags?! AAAAARGH!!” Run her and Feral down all you want, but jawjacking with her family? That’s a step too far. The potent cocktail of pain and righteous indignation gives Savage a new lease on life, springing to her feet and damn near taking Kaya’s head off with a wicked lariat!



LARIAT: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FegfxAF9-2Y



The crowd roars its approval as the loudmouthed Lakota is turned inside out. Savage is quick to follow up, dragging Kaya to her feet, hooking her shorts - making sure to pull them up in a painful wedgie - and throwing an arm over her head, seeming to set her up in kind for a vertical suplex of her own. Instead, Savage hoists her up to vertical suplex position...and then simply lets her drop, jumping along with her, dropping her headfirst between her legs, utilizing her devastating piledriver-like finishing maneuver: The Final Nail!



THE FINAL NAIL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8RUPAj0vxM



Kaya flops onto the concrete floor in a perfect starfish, quite possibly completely knocked out from the impact. The statuesque blonde is about to call Castle over to count the pin on Kaya, when she sees Feral in dire straits, struggling to free herself from Kasa’s ankle lock. “Shit!” she growls, her mind racing. Finally, she goes over to the trash can, reaching in and taking out a six-pack of longneck beer bottles. She takes one out, opens it and downs almost half of it in one go. She then hauls a groaning Kaya to her feet. After taking another swig of liquid courage, she spits it out into Kaya’s face, waking the Teton Terror up.



“ACK!! Wh-what the fuck?!” Kaya sputters, before she is silenced by Savage locking lips with her in a sloppy kiss. Once she realizes what’s happening, Kaya flails and pushes against Savage, trying, and eventually succeeding, in pulling away from the kiss. “AAAHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!” she screams in disbelief, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU FUCKING DYKE!!”



“RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”



Savage takes a step back, a knowing smirk on her lips. Seeing her soulmate kissing another woman sets the red mist descending over Feral. In short order, she clambers to her feet, still in the submission hold, and leaps into the air, twisting and turning and nailing Kasa with an enzugiri that rocks Kasa, sending her staggering backwards, tumbling through the ropes and down to the floor. Finally freed, Feral then dashes into the ropes, diving through the bottom and middle ropes, hitting Kaya with a suicide dive, effectively tackling Kaya to the ground. She then feverishly lays in heavy punches to Kaya’s face and body from a mounted position, her target offering no resistance, still dazed as she is. Finally, After levelling Kasa with a big boot, Savage steps in. “Feral! FERAL!! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!”



Hearing Savage’s voice count back from five - the method they used to get Feral back under control if she goes berserk - snaps Feral back to a lucid state. She looks down at a groaning and barely conscious Kaya, blood trickling from her nose and the corner of her mouth, and then looks up at her girlfriend. “Why’d you let her kiss you?” she growls as she gets to her feet.



“Let her? Oh, honey, I’d have thought you’d know by now; Nobody gets at this without my say so…” She smirks as Feral fumes, putting together what Savage is implying, “I saw you in trouble and did what I had to to get you re-focused and out of the fire. You’re welcome.”



Feral sneers at Savage’s explanation, “I’m so gonna hate-fuck the shit out of you when we get home tonight.” she mutters, “Gimme that,” she snatches the beer from her lover.



Savage chuckles, “One thing at a time, babe.” she says as Feral chugs the remainder of the beer, “First we need to finish of these bit- WHOA!!” She is cut off by Feral smashing the now-empty bottle over Kaya’s head! She watches as blood seeps from the cuts the shattered glass made in the Native American’s skin, seething with hatred. She looks from Kaya to her hand, still holding the broken neck of the beer bottle. She slowly begins shaking her head. It’s not enough...for everything this cunt has done to them...it’s still not enough. While Savage goes to keep Kasa on her back some more, leaving Feral to it, the petite Black girl mounts the dazed Lakota once more, draaaaaaaging the jagged neck of the bottle across her forehead, down her cheek, across her taut tummy. Kaya shrieks in anguish, kicking impotently as this bitch carves her up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Finally satisfied, Feral tosses the neck aside and goes under the ring, pulling out a pair of steel chairs.



“SAVAGE!!” she calls to her girlfriend as she is in the middle of driving Kasa’s spine into the ringpost from a bodyslam position, “TIME TO FINISH THIS!!” Savage nods and tosses Kasa with a fallaway slam before returning to her lover’s side. Exchanging knowing smirks, they both take a chair and position themselves on either side of Kaya. Once she gets to a seated position, the biker chicks rear back and swing for the fences, giving Kaya a sickening Con-Chair-To!



CON-CHAIR-TO: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq6lSM4PwCY



The chairs connect with a sickening CRACK, and Kaya slumps over, face down on the concrete. The pair stand over the woman that so gleefully tortured the both of them earlier in the match, raising their chairs triumphantly to raucous applause. Savage then taps Feral on the shoulder, nodding over in Kasa’s direction. The Lakota warrior is struggling to pull herself to her feet, arms draped across the ring apron. Feral nods and the two of them march over to Kasa’s side. As she finally pushes off of the apron to a standing position, she sees that she’s surrounded. She looks to Savage, then to Feral, then nods slowly, grimly resigned to her fate, closing her eyes and waiting for the lovers to exact their violent revenge. She doesn’t have to wait long, as they raise their chairs and clobber her with a monsterous Con-Chair-To! With that, Savage goes back to the side of the ring Kaya’s on and sets about setting up a table. Feral, meanwhile, looks down at the fallen Kasa, conflicting thoughts swirling in her mind. She quickly shakes them off and climbs onto the apron. Table set, Savage drags Kaya’s carcass over to the other side of the table. With a wordless war cry, she throws her hand up, pointing to the sky, signalling that the end is nigh. Feral ascends to the top turnbuckle as Savage hoists Kaya up on her shoulders.



“No…” Kaya pleads, finally conscious enough to realize what’s happening, “nonononononono!!”



“Ohhhhh, yes, bitch!” Savage answers with a sadistic grin, “GAME OVER!!” With that, Feral launches herself into the air and brings herself down, knees-first, upon Kaya’s helpless body, as Savage falls backwards, dropping Kaya through the table and leaving Feral’s knees to connect with Kaya’s chest: The Tower Crasher!



TOWER CRASHER (this, but with a Meteora instead of a clothesline): www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DolsJV-vLo



The crowd explodes with cheers as Kaya’s body spasms upon impact and Feral hooks her legs. Castle deftly slides in to make the count, as the FAWNatics count along!



ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!



The crowd roars in jubilation as the ring announcer shouts over the loudspeakers:



“The winners of this match, via pinfall...THE WILD ONES!!!”



Savage helps her girlfriend up, and the two of them share a passionate, triumphant kiss, and then just stand there, soaking in the cheers as they stand over the wreckage that is Kaya Halfmoon. Feral then looks down at the destroyed bitch, and remembers something. “Hey, Savage,” she begins, “this place digs it when sexual kinda stuff goes down, right?”



The topless Savage nods, “Yeah, most of the time...Why?” she asks with a lewd grin, “Want me to take you here and now?”



Feral chuckles, licking her lips seductively, “Tempting, but no…” she finally answers, “...me and this bitch still have business. She has something that belongs to me, and I could just take it. But, since this is FAWN, and since she was so hell-bent on humiliating us, turnabout’s fair play, wouldn’t you say?” Savage nods approvingly and Feral grins that wicked, toothy grin of hers, as she bends over, grabbing the Lakota’s crop top. Kaya offers little, if any, resistance as Feral pulls the shirt off of her, then moves down to pull her shorts off, leaving her completely naked, save for a pair of black thong panties, much to the delight of the FAWN Faithful, who cheer raucously for the stripping. Feral then goes into the back pocket of the denim shorts and pulls out the ring that Kaya had forcibly removed from her eyebrow earlier in the match. She grins, satisfied, and puts the bloodied piercing into her own pocket. She then holds Kaya’s clothes aloft to another raucous cheer.



“Taking trophies now, babe?” Savage asks with a smirk.



Feral answers with a derisive snarl, “Pfffft! What the fuck would I want this skank’s crabs-ridden shorts for?” With that, she carelessly tosses the clothes onto Kaya, covering the semiconscious girl’s face. She then ponders Kaya’s (mostly) naked body one more time. “One more thing before we’re done here…” And with that, she straddles Kaya’s midsection, a sadistic grin curling her lips. Savage rolls her eyes and, seeing Kasa stirring, turns to go over to her, leaving Feral to it.



Kasa struggles to get to her feet, leaning on the guardrail for support, she looks over to see her sister, unmoving, amidst the wreckage of a table, and freshly stripped, and she frowns. She’s just pushed herself to a kneeling position when she sees Savage approaching. She looks up at the statuesque blonde, apprehensive defiance in her eyes, as Savage leans over to look her in the eye, woman to woman.



“We done now?”



Kasa nods slowly, “Yeah...Yeah, we’re done. If I never see you two again, it’ll be too soon.”



Savage nods and stands up straight again, regarding her rival thoughtfully. “You put respect on our names, Kasa. And you came out here and fought and went out like a warrior. So we ain’t gonna do you like Feral’s doing Kaya now” She pauses, thinking for a way to continue without sounding contrived. Failing that, she simply sticks her fist out, offering it in a show of respect. “I don’t like you, and you don’t like me...but you have our respect.” she explains, speaking for Feral, as the pair often does. Kasa frowns, looking up at the bloodied blonde. The four of them have put each other through hell and back over the last several months. The war they just went through would take a long time for all of them to recover from. But, they say when you go to war with someone, you begin to understand them, and damned if Savage’s words just now didn’t reflect her own feelings. With that in mind, she nods slowly and returns the fist bump to mild applause from the few that are witnessing this show of sportsmanship.



No, most of the FAWNatics are fixated on Feral, and what she’s about to do to Kaya. “I could do so much to you right now, you fucking bitch!” Feral hisses at her. “It wouldn’t be as fun though, seeing as you’re more or less out now. So, I’m just gonna leave you something to remember us by, payback for what you did to my girl.” With that, she bares her claws, digs them into Kaya’s tender titflesh, and draaaaaaags her nails across, up, and down them, leaving crimson red trails behind them. “Wow,” she chuckles, when her mamarian assault barely gets a groan, much less a scream, “you really must be out.” With that she moves Kaya’s clothes away from her face, so she can deliver one final parting shot to her hated foe; a bitchslap, hard enough to leave a red handprint on Kaya’s left cheek. Finally satisfied that the bitch has finally been paid back in full for the things she’d done to her and her beloved, she climbs off of the brutalized and scandalized Lakota, pushing hard off her reddened tits to go from kneeling to standing.



Seeing that Feral is done with Kaya, Savage nods to Kasa, adding as she turns to return to her girlfriend, “Your sister’s a real cunt, though!” Kasa frowns and shakes her head, reluctantly knowing the truth of that statement as she resumes struggling to her feet, knowing that her twin is going to require assistance. Savage, meanwhile, wraps her arms around Feral’s slender waist and kisses her neck from behind. “Feels good, don’t it?” She asks.



“Your mouth on my skin?” she chuckles, “Hell yeah, it does.”



“No, ya goof!” she laughs, letting go of her lover, “This! The roar of the crowd! The adrenaline rush that comes from winning a match in front of tens of thousands of people cheering you on!”



Feral nods, “Yeah, yeah it does. Come on,” she takes Savage by the hand, “our public awaits.” With that, the two of them climb into the ring to celebrate their victory with the fans, who are chanting their team name. The pair are then surprised when their brothers and sister who have been watching from the entrance ramp, as well as at least a dozen more in the audience, rush the ring and hoist their queens onto their shoulders. The two share a knowing, loving glance, before they lead the crowd in singing along to their theme song:



Hear the ghost of violence

Fear the god of detriment

Hear the ghost of violence

FEAR THE GOD OF DETRIMENT!!!