Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:25:13 GMT
The crowd was booing as Joan Jett’s Dirty Deeds oozed from the speakers, accompanied by a flashing double R logo on the FAWN'tron. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, she stands at five feet-five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, REBECCA RAVAGE!”
DIRTY DEEDS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2sky1tt8vLA
REBECCA RAVAGE:
Out from the curtains came a gum chewing cool chick sporting a boyish mohawk hairstyle with aviators shades and a leather jacket with a sewed-on double R logo. Under the jacket, Rebecca was clad in purple briefs and sports bra with white lining, completed with black padding on the elbows and knees, and a low-cut boots. As she strutted down the ramp, she spread her arms out in a wide 'T' before putting her taped fists together, displaying the 'R' on each fist before breaking it apart and sticking her tongue out in the camera, rudely greeting the fans watching at home. The tawdry fighter slid into the ring, then hopped onto the top rope and violently ground her undercarriage against the rubber-coated steel before removing her shades. After that she bounced down from the perch and removed her jacket as she moved into the corner, caressing her crotch with an extended middle finger as she bit her lower lip.
“That slappin’ bitch will taste these fists knocking into her mouth!” Rebecca promised as she folded her arms in a Russian F-U meant especially for the crowd.
Ravage was still giving the audience a lot of shyt when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as those gathered for the Slaybor Day leapt to their feet for a glance at the Beach Blaster. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain a half step behind her trainer and mentor. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Pleased at the volume, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. Conspicuous by her absence was one Amanda Jane Giardi, the Astonishing One turned FAWN trainer shifting her focus to other prospects now that Renquist had proven herself a steady hand under the bright lights of the biggest shows. If Macy was bothered by her absence it didn’t show, the slender blonde slapping machine looking cool under pressure as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Duly satisfied, she turned her attention to Merle and deadpanned, “That hair-cut’s gonna be a challenge.”
Merle frowned. “How so?”
“Too short to show any movement when I slap her head around backward. Guess I’ll hafta hit her even harder to impress the folks in the upper deck.”
Ravage hung back for a moment when the bell sounded, her pose radiating nothing but insolence for the fans, the official and most of all, her adversary. Renquist however was on the move at once, the smaller blonde making a beeline for Rebecca’s side of town. Noting this arrival with obvious disdain, Ravage waited until Macy was a couple yards away, then dipped down and threaded her torso between the top and middle ropes. “Get her back.” she ordered Merle. “Chick’s stink is overpowering!”
The Beach Blaster paused, but made no effort to cede ground when the referee suggested she do so. “Take all the time you need, cupcake.” Renquist chided. “I’m happy to slap the mouth right offa you wherever, whenever.”
Rebecca extricated herself from the ropes just to flip Macy the bird. “Get bent, f*ck wad. This isn’t one of your shytty little YouTube Slap Fests. This is a--”
“Wrestling match where my opponent hides in the buckles because she’s afraid of getting slapped out?” Macy interrupted. “Yeah, I--”
Ravage surged outta the corner with a Haymaker that would’ve dented Renquist’s chin if the Slappin’ Sensation hadn’t laid out on one hip, threaded an ankle through her opponent’s legs and sent Rebecca tumbling to the deck with a Drop Toe-Hold! The rough ‘n tumble brawler landed on her belly, pushed up on her elbows and cursed aloud when Macy claimed a heavy seat on the small of her back. “Bytch, get offa HEY! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Knees dug into her foe’s ribs, Renquist flattened her hands into paddles and began peppering the back of Ravage’s head and shoulders with a flurry of Slaps. No love taps these, they hit like Palm Strikes and it wasn’t long before Rebecca had both arms crossed over her head to prevent further abuse. Pausing the assault once her target turtled up, Renquist leaned down and mussed Ravage’s hair with both hands. “What’s wrong Becky?” she taunted. “Weren‘t we fighting?”
Rebecca answered with something unprintable, then dug her claws into the mat and scramble-dragged her way to the ropes so she could wrap an arm around the bottom strand. “Get offa me, beeyotch!”
Eyes going cold, Macy hooked a hand under Rebecca’s chin and tugged her head back to make sure the crowd could see her fingers digging into the other wrestlers cheeks. “Sorry sweetie, you’re mine for another four seconds.”
Ravage barked for the count and Merle did not disappoint in that regard. Or course neither did Renquist, who cupped her free hand and CRAAACKED shots against squirming blonde rump. Rising at ‘FOUR!’, Macy clapped some invisible dust off her hands and cleared off, leaving Rebecca to clamber to verticality shortly thereafter. “Think you’re real cute, don’t you bytch?”
“I think I would’ve slapped you out by now if you didn’t have the ropes to save your punk--”
Ravage came at her again, this time leading with a left hand aimed straight for the smaller wrestler’s eyes. Renquist didn’t have time to move out of the way, so she took a giant step back and brought both hands up to catch her attacker’s wrist before it could reach her face. Twisting the exposed limb in a quick Arm-Wringer, Macy moved into place on Ravage’s left and deftly pulled that arm down between the New Yorker’s legs before threading her own right leg around Rebecca’s left thigh. With Rebecca’s arm effectively trapped between the locked legs, Renquist brought her left leg up and over the back of Ravage’s neck, then leaned forward and slipped her left arm under the taller woman’s right bicep to craaaaaaaaaank that arm back at a perilous angle.
“Ooooohhhh, how are you gonna scuttle to the ropes now, cutie?” Macy taunted as she bounced her leg against Rebecca’s neck to increase the strain on the Octopus. “Wait, don’t answer that yet. First I wanna know how you’re going to deal with this!”
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
Forced to look at the canvas thanks to the pressure of Renquist’s thigh on her neck, Ravage couldn’t see what *this* was, but it didn’t stop her from growling, “You’re gonna find out once I’m loose and punching your face--”
Crack-crack-CRAAACK!
Macy raised instant welts on her opponent’s torso with a trio of whistling slaps! “You talk great trash and you slap even better.” Renquist called loud enough for the FAWNatics to hear. “Too bad you can’t fight for shyt!”
Rebecca protested this vehemently, but her struggles weren’t enough to escape the Octopus and things only got worse when Macy shifted from slaps to grinding, the Beach Blaster just dragging the point of her elbow back and forth along opposing ribs. “Ask her.” Macy chirped after perhaps ten seconds of punishment. “I bet the toughest thing about this chick is her hair-cut!”
“Piss off!” Ravage snapped as she continued to struggle and writhe against the hold. “This pansy-ass shyt isn’t gonna take me doOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Delighted to meet disrespect with disrespect, Macy hooked three fingers into the leg-holes of Rebecca’s purple togs and hiked ‘em up with an abrupt wedgie! Soon as that was done she resumed the slappin’ siege, only this time her attention was focused on those recently bared glutes. Flashing a smile when the crowd offered up a raucous cheer, Macy punctuated her last slap by digging her fingers into Ravage’s rump for a sustained squeeze. “Your ass is mine, Becky.” Renquist explained. “You can either admit it now or after I’ve slapped you stup--”
Rebecca finally prized her arm free of the gammy trap and this in turn allowed her to shove Macy’s leg offa the back of her damned head. Twisting into the remains of the Octopus effectively converted it to a Standing Headscissors and from there Ravage straightened up as fast she could to send the startled Beach Blaster up ‘n over with an improvised Back Body Dr-NO! Renquist adjusted in midair to land on her feet directly behind the Blonde Wrecking Machi--“NNNNGGGGHHHH!” The length of Macy’s recovery was measured in heartbeats (all of perhaps two) because Ravage whipped around and just THWHAPPED the white-clad lovely across the back of the head with a huge Northern Clothesline.
NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEDwwLDH2f0
The unexpected impact knocked Macy flat, though she managed to roll to a seat within a couple of seconds. That was about as far as she got before Rebecca palmed both shoulders and stretched her out flat. Just like that Rebecca was on her feet and dropping back down, the New Yorker THUMPING her elbow into Renquist’s sternum. A single Elbow Drop should’ve been enough to pacify Macy at least temporarily, however Ravage was in search of utter annihilation which was why she rolled through and continued to drop Elbows, the infuriated brawler using every bit of her hundred and twenty plus pounds on Renquist’s chest with such pistoning rapidity that it raised a count from the crowd. ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Ravage bounced to boot-leather and raised her right hand high overhead to flick off everyone in sight. On that note she leapt high into the air and crooked that elbow up beside her right ear for the tenth and final Elbow Drop in the series.
RAVAGING ELBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjxn3qO6Gnk
Macy shuddered in the aftermath but couldn’t muster the wherewithal to roll off her back, so Rebecca planted one hand between her tits and the other against her gulping tummy and mugged to the cameras while Merle counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist twisted onto her stomach escaping the domineering cover with a full second to spare. “Not so tough now, are ya?” Ravage sneered as she scraped her foe off the mat. “You’re gonna wish you were back pounding sand by the time I’m finished.”
No response from Macy, so Rebecca drew her in close, cinched both arms around the other blonde’s waist and muscled her up onto tiptoe with a gut-churning Bear Hug!
Before the Ravaging Blonde could secure her hold, Macy pressed her palm against Rebecca's chin as she reeled her right arm back, prepared to slap the lights out of her opponent. Quick to notice the incoming Slap, The Brooklyn Buzzcut heaved Renquist off her feet and charged into the corner, sandwiching the Beach Blaster between the turnbuckle and herself! Macy's body went limp in the corner as Rebecca continued to punish her with Shoulder Thrusts to the midsection!
SHOULDER THRUSTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FxSODSVCRs
The punky pugilist drove hard, sending the Beach Blaster's hips up the second turnbuckle with each thrust as the ref counted…"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!.."
Ravage stopped abruptly and forcefully shoved the ref. "Alright f**ckface! You don't have to yell in my ear!" she growled before turning back her attention to her cornered foe. The Wrecking Machine peeled Renquist off the corner and secured her in a tight headlock, dragging Renquist along for a few steps forward and POPPED The Slapping Sensation over her hips with a Headlock Takedown! Keeping her grip secured, Ravage proceeded to rain a barrage of fists on Renquist, promoting Merle to go into another, "ONE! TWO! THREE!.." as Macy squirmed.
Rebecca held her arms up in innocence before the count of five. "How's my fist compared to your weak-ass slapping?", Ravage dissed as she grabbed Macy's locks and pulled her up along with her and put her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The Brooklyn Buzzcut slowly rotated Macy's neck above her shoulder and dropped it onto the deck with a Swinging Neckbreaker!
SWINGING BECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8QOMwohKa8
Macy spread out like a starfish as Rebecca floated over and hooked the leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Macy kicked out at a clean TWO!, cradling her neck in anguish. "So that's how you wanna play, huh?" Ravage asked threateningly as she pulled the jellied Renquist up. Hardly able to keep it together on her feet, Rebecca quickly pirouetted on the spot, looking to dropped The Slapping Sensation with a Discus Clothesline until Macy brought her momentum to a stop with a thunderous Slap to the cheek! Ravage was shocked but quickly recovered and fired a quick punch but Macy quickly thwarted the attempt with a raised arm and answered with another slap! Rebecca was stunned and Macy's next few slaps came in quick succession until Ravage was down on one knee.
Capitalizing on her opponent's drunken state, Macy shuffled behind Ravage and wrapped both arms under Ravage's elbows in a double Chickenwing. She yanked the blonde onto her feet and hauled her over and backwards with a Tiger Suplex!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
Macy stacked her opponent on her shoulders, keeping hold of her arms as Macy rose on tiptoe through…
ONE!
TWO
THRENOOOO!!!
Ravage wrenched a shoulder off the canvas, the force of it enough to tumble the woozy New Yorker onto her tummy. As for Macy, she spun to one knee and tucked some loose hair behind her ears while she surveyed the situation. After a moment she reached out and slapped the back of Rebecca’s aching noggin. “You still in there, tuff girl?”
“Bytch, don’t f*ckin’ touch me!” the other blonde snapped as she swatted her opponent’s hand away.
“Oooohhhh, listen to the big mouth on you!” Renquist mocked. “I’m going to love slapping it around to the back of your he--”
Rebecca scrambled to boot-leather with Macy half a step ahead, meaning the Beach Blaster had just enough time to intercept a looping Haymaker with a swift Kneelift to the gut. The Wrecking Machine swayed without going down, so Macy leaned in and looped her right arm around the other wrestler’s midsection. Hooking Ravage behind the left knee with her free hand, Renquist scooped her up under one arm like a sack of laundry, then charged halfway across the ring before she went down on one knee to THWHUMP Rebecca’s vertebrae with a huge Backbreaker!
RUNNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Dp_x1Z9FGc
Rebecca bounced away, landed on her back and immediately arched to relieve some of the pa--CRAAAACK! Macy brought a double handed Slap whistling down on Ravage’s exposed tummy, the sharp impact echoing through the whole of the FAWN Arena. That was more than enough to put Rebecca down flat so Renquist stretched out across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Rebecca escaped with a full second to spare, though she immediately rolled to one side and curled up around her slap-stung stomach. Noting the curve of her opponent’s glutes, Renquist raised one hand for another slap only to twine it in the brawler’s choppy do instead. “Heard you insulting my slaps a little earlier, Becky.” Macy observed once they were both on their feet. “Seems like you think I’m a one trick pony… so I’m going to change your thinking.”
Ravage cursed out a response that Renquist ignored in favor of reeling her into a Front Facelock. From there she slung Rebecca’s near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a hold of purple waistband, all the better to muscle the other blonde all the way to high noon. Those assembled for these Slaybor Day festivities had expected the Slappin’ Sensation to deposit her burden to the deck in short order so they were pleasantly surprised when Macy held the stall with nary a shiver or sway. Happy to see just how long she could hold the pose, the crowd began to count…
‘FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN…’
Macy tipped forward and slung the other blonde back the way she’d came, not for a Gourdbuster or even a Faceplant, no, Macy did the considerate thing and deposited Ravage firmly on her feet! Of course the seeming kindness of this act was severely undermined when the white-clad battler hauled off and swiveled Rebecca’s head with a welt-raising Bytch Slap the very instant she returned to terra firma! Ravage’s legs shimmied violently and she almost took a knee before righting herself. An impressive show of durability to be sure, alas it meant she was in perfect position when Renquist hopped off her back (left) foot and THWHACKED a textbook Super Kick offa the Wrecking Machine’s chin!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cA5iec0C_cs
Rebecca went down in a moaning heap that offered no resistance when Macy hooked both legs in a snug bundle and pointed her butt at the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ravage kicked out with half a second to spare but found herself confronted with a brand new problem when Renquist seized both ankles and scrambled to her feet. Right boot planted between the other blonde’s legs, Macy bent the left at the knee to thread it behind her own posted knee while wedging the ankle against Ravage’s right knee. It wasn’t quite the traditional set-up for the Figure Four Leglock, but that didn’t stop Rebecca from shaking her hands ‘no, no, no!’ when Macy hunkered down and stepped over to secure the agonizing--
“AARRRHH! HAIR! HAIR, REF!” Macy keened when Ravage snatched a huge handful of those long blonde locks. “Get her offa my EEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Rebecca pulled the Beach Blaster as close as she could, then jabbed her in the chin and raked fingers across her eyes! Forgetting all about the Figure Four in favor of more pressing concerns, Renquist wheeled around to create some space but Ravage provided an unwanted assist in the form of a hard boot to the butt! Already off balance, Macy stumbled into the corner and would’ve bounced her forehead off the top buckle if she hadn’t grabbed the top rope at the last second. Breathing a sigh of relief she straightened up and turned aro-SMECK!
Rebecca hit her like a freight train, the incensed brawler not even bothering to leave her feet for the Avalanche that crushed Renquist against the thinly-sheathed buckles! “Gotcha now, beeyotch!” Ravage crowed as she twisted around to catch the other blonde in a Side Headlock. “Get ready to kiss the mat!” Macy was too short of breath to reply, indeed she could only wheeze when Rebecca stomped out of the corner. Circling back to the corner after only a few steps, Ravage hopped up, planted both feet on the middle buckle and pushed off again, all the better to THWHUNK her foe’s face into the canvas with a gaudy Bulldog!
STEP-UP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTrRE-qFh1A
Macy bounced nastily and flopped onto her back so Rebecca swung a leg over and sat down in a full-weight Front Face Sit! “Slap me now, bytch! Slap me now!” Ravage taunted as she ground her crotch into Macy’s protesting features.The demeaning demands continued even after Merle swooped into position to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist planted her boots and bridged up to force Ravage onto all fours before the zebra could reach ‘THREE!’ “Did I say I was done, shyt-heel?” Rebecca barked. “Because I’m not! In fact I’m just getting started!”
Lest anyone doubt her position, Ravage filled her hands with Macy’s hair and scraped her off the mat for the sole purpose of doubling her over with a Toe Kick. This was followed by a Standing Headscissors and a Waistlock, the latter of which was used to flip the Slappin’ Sensation head over heels. “Doesn’t look so tuff now, does she?” Rebecca taunted the FAWNatics as she turned to all four sides of the arena. “No, she doesn’t look tuff at all! And in a second she’s gonna look f*ckin’ ugly!”
With that she leapt up, kicked her legs forward and landed flat on her butt while poor Macy was SPIKED on the crown of her skull. Grinning from ear to ear after the concussive Piledriver, Rebecca shoveled Renquist onto her back and climbed aboard for another Front Face Sit, the bawdy blonde busting out a double bicep flex while she ground out a victorious rhythm on Macy’s face through…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!!!!
Macy tipped her toes and arched her back, simultaneously pushing Ravage off her perch before the third count. Visibly pissed, The Brooklyn Buzzcut peeled the blonde off the canvas to her jellied feet and drove her face-first into the turnbuckle. The Beach Blaster spun around and managed to hang her arms on the top rope to keep herself up. There, Ravage began picking her foe apart with repeated left and right shots to the face and stomach. Macy cowered behind her raised arms as she slumped onto her seat. The offense did not stop there despite the ref telling Rebecca to break it off. Rebecca continued to stomp mud holes in the pit of Macy's stomach, prompting the ref to count.. “ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR…”
Rebecca halted immediately and threw her hands up innocence. She turned to the ref and twisted her wrists into a double bird. "F**K YOU REF!", Ravage turned to Macy, keeping her fingers up, "F**K YOU TOO!" and lastly into the crowd, "FUUUU*K ALLLLLL OF YOU TOO!", the vulgar blonde cursed at the crowd before turning back to Renquist.
"Nappy time's over, bytch!", Ravage snarled as she thrust her crotch into Macy's face to stifle and humiliate her.
Slowly coming back to her senses, Macy shoved The Wrecking Machine away and slowly pulled herself back to her feet. Rebecca toured around the ring with arms wide open, soaking in the jeers from the crowd before settling in the corner. Rebecca raised her hands up, forming a picture frame with her thumbs and index fingers, centering Macy in the frame before charging str...BOOM!
Macy reacted in a nick of time, tripping Rebecca face first into the turnbuckle with a Drop Toe Hold! Rebecca clutched her jaw and scrambled to her feet, staggering to the center where Macy stood ready to receive. She quickly snatched one of Ravage's arm and shuffled behind her and locked in a Double Chickenwing, snapping backwards as she hauled Ravage up and over with a second Tiger Suplex!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrs8xLbqD_U
This time round, Macy didn't quite have the strength to bridge the hold for the cover, forsaking the pin in favor for some time to recover. As both wrestlers struggled to their feet, the ref began to count both wrestlers out. Macy reached her feet first and grabbed whatever length of hair she could to yank Rebecca onto her feet but The Brooklyn Buzzcut swatted her arm off and fired a Haymaker. Macy was hurt by the blow, but mustered the strength to hit back with a stiff sounding Slap to Ravage's face, stunning her momentarily.
Capitalizing on this opportunity, Macy sprinted her way into the far ropes but Rebecca gave chase and sent her tumbling out of the ring with a Clothesline!
"Still a weak slap!" The Wrecking Machine growled as she dropped onto her back and rolled out of the ring. Twirling Macy's long blonde locks around her hand, Rebecca yanked the shorter fighter to her feet and dragged her toward the ring steps where she reeled her head back and THOWNK it into the cold steel! Even as the ref counted in the background, Rebecca made damn sure to make full use of her time outside the ring. throwing Macy spine-first into the steel barricade.
As Macy staggered away from the barricade, The Wrecking Machine caught her arm across her neck and snapped back with at full speed, driving Macy face-first onto the thinly-padded concrete floor!
FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HPU7R7ll_o
Macy's head bounced off the floor like a ball, the whiplash sending her flopping onto her back. As the ref counted to "FIVE", Rebecca quickly slid back into the ring, allowing the ref to finish up the count.
“Just ring the f*cking bell already!” Ravage shouted at the official. “Everyone knows that bytch can’t get up! And even if she could, she wouldn’t!” The brash New Yorker continued in this fashion for several more seconds before a cheer from the crowd drew her attention to the outside. Though she was still on one knee, Macy had grabbed hold of the steel barricade and was slowly hauling herself to full verticality. “Oh bytch, I don’t THINK SO!” Rebecca snapped as stomped over to corner nearest her prey. “When I say stay down, your flat ass needs to stay down!”
Renquist made no acknowledgement, a minor slight that made Ravage climb the buckles that faster. Shot lined up as soon as she reached the high rent district, the Wrecking Machine leapt out into the void the instant Macy turned around, meaning the Beach Blaster had approximately no time to defend against the Double Axehandle Ravage THWHUNKED between her eyes!
DOUBLE AXEHANDLE TO THE FLOOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHpoFCQ72YE
Macy went down like a felled tree while Rebecca stomped away to salute the FAWNatics with an emphatic double bird.
“THAT’S GODDAMNED RIGHT!” she bellowed. “LITTLE MISS SLAP FIGHT NEVER HAD A CHANCE AGAINST THESE BEEYOTCH BREAKERS!” Ravage planted a kiss on each fist to emphasize the point, then stormed back to Renquist and helped her up with a double handful of togs and tresses.
Understandably glassy-eyed after the harsh treatment outside, Macy could only grimace at the wedgie Ravage inflicted upon her to get the Slappin’ Sensation back in the squared circle. Rebecca hopped onto the apron but did not otherwise follow the other wrestler into the ring. Instead she jogged to the corner and went up top for the second time in as many minutes.
“GET UP ASSHOLE!” Ravage barked down at the white-clad warrior. “GET UP SO I CAN KNOCK YOUR PUNK ASS THE F*CK OUT!”
Renquist did as bade, though the pace of her ascent suggested it was of her own accord and not at the New Yorker’s urging. Whatever the reason, it seemed to satisfy Rebecca, who used her thumbs and middle fingers to ‘frame’ Macy’s swooning return to verticality. As before she leapt when the smaller blonde turned around, Ravage knotting her fingers together for a concussive-- Renquist launched herself into the air and pistoned her right knee all the way to chest level, more than high enough to THWONK Rebecca between the eyes! Ravage’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the bawdy brawler landing on the deck with a heavy thud.
MID-AIR KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gYsol_4duw
The collision was such that Macy landed on her butt, yet she was back on her feet almost immediately, the dark-eyed blonde glaring a hole through her prone opposition. “So you’re gonna knock me out, huh cupcake? You’re gonna knock me the f*ck out? Let’s get your bytch ass off the mat and we’ll see who gets knocked out!”
Helping herself to as much hair as she could manage, Renquist peeled her opponent off the mat, then circled ‘round behind and secured a Waistlock. Only it wasn’t really a Waistlock because Macy put her left hand to the small of Ravage’s back and reached around with the right to clamp down on Rebecca’s left wrist. The fans buzzed with anticipation while Ravage just buzzed, the blonde far too foggy to understand the danger when Macy pushed on her back and yanked on that captured wrist to spin the dazed delinquent around in a half cir-CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Rebecca froze in place after the Bytch Maker, though the slumped quality of her shoulders suggested she might blow over with the slightest breeze. T’wasn’t breeze that ultimately took her down however, it was Macy who caught her right leg and raised it just high enough to twist beneath it. This sent Ravage sprawling to her tummy, thus rendering her quite vulnerable when Macy threaded her left leg around Ravage’s vulnerable right calf. Then she leaned forward and stretched out on Rebecca‘s back, using the weight of her torso to keep the pinioned limb in place. In the same breath she slipped her right arm under the brawler’s right bicep for a Half Nelson and cinched her left arm around Ravage’s throat.
“NO ONE EXPECTS THE SLAPPISH RENQUISITION!” Macy cackled as she wrenched and reefed on the hellacious fusion of STF and Katahajame. “I should slap the ever loving shyt outta you.” Renquist sneered in her squirming foe’s ear. “Too bad for you I’ve got other things on my mind, so just do us both a favor and tap out!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Rebecca shrieked as she tugged and scratched at the Beach Blaster’s forearm. “KISS MY ASS BEEYOTCH, I DON’T TAPPPEEERRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Macy tensed up and just craaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the blonde peeling her prey’s torso at such an angle that no one was at all surprised when Ravage began slapping the canvas. Merle noted this at once, but Macy didn’t relinquish her grip until the bell CLANGED an official close to the contest.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
On one knee in the aftermath of that emphatic turnaround, Macy raised a finger overhead, but shook her head ‘no’ when the ref offered to help her stand. “I need a mic.” she said quietly. Merle obliged her within moments, then backed off so the Slappin’ Sensation could say her piece.
“Estrina Starfire!” she called over the roar of the FAWNatics. “You been talking a real big game about how you’re the best Lightweight on this roster. About how you want to face the best competition. You’ve thrown a LOT of names out there, but I’ve never heard mine. Why is that? Is it because the last time we met I slapped you so hard and so often that the referee had to stop the match? Maybe you’re afraid of losing your title? Or maybe you know that your disgusting little sweat trick isn’t enough to stop me from whooping you all over this arena? Whatever the reason, you’re on notice now, brat. Because I’m coming for the Lightweight Title. And I’ll slap your face into the upper deck to claim it.”
Message delivered, Macy flipped the mic to Merle, then slipped back into her jacket and headphones strode up the aisle without so much as a parting glance for one Rebecca Ravage.
DIRTY DEEDS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2sky1tt8vLA
REBECCA RAVAGE:
Out from the curtains came a gum chewing cool chick sporting a boyish mohawk hairstyle with aviators shades and a leather jacket with a sewed-on double R logo. Under the jacket, Rebecca was clad in purple briefs and sports bra with white lining, completed with black padding on the elbows and knees, and a low-cut boots. As she strutted down the ramp, she spread her arms out in a wide 'T' before putting her taped fists together, displaying the 'R' on each fist before breaking it apart and sticking her tongue out in the camera, rudely greeting the fans watching at home. The tawdry fighter slid into the ring, then hopped onto the top rope and violently ground her undercarriage against the rubber-coated steel before removing her shades. After that she bounced down from the perch and removed her jacket as she moved into the corner, caressing her crotch with an extended middle finger as she bit her lower lip.
“That slappin’ bitch will taste these fists knocking into her mouth!” Rebecca promised as she folded her arms in a Russian F-U meant especially for the crowd.
Ravage was still giving the audience a lot of shyt when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as those gathered for the Slaybor Day leapt to their feet for a glance at the Beach Blaster. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain a half step behind her trainer and mentor. Armored in her usual white & pink varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so she could hear the roar of the crowd. Pleased at the volume, Macy set her headgear back in place and started down the ramp. Conspicuous by her absence was one Amanda Jane Giardi, the Astonishing One turned FAWN trainer shifting her focus to other prospects now that Renquist had proven herself a steady hand under the bright lights of the biggest shows. If Macy was bothered by her absence it didn’t show, the slender blonde slapping machine looking cool under pressure as she bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction.
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to the far corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Duly satisfied, she turned her attention to Merle and deadpanned, “That hair-cut’s gonna be a challenge.”
Merle frowned. “How so?”
“Too short to show any movement when I slap her head around backward. Guess I’ll hafta hit her even harder to impress the folks in the upper deck.”
Ravage hung back for a moment when the bell sounded, her pose radiating nothing but insolence for the fans, the official and most of all, her adversary. Renquist however was on the move at once, the smaller blonde making a beeline for Rebecca’s side of town. Noting this arrival with obvious disdain, Ravage waited until Macy was a couple yards away, then dipped down and threaded her torso between the top and middle ropes. “Get her back.” she ordered Merle. “Chick’s stink is overpowering!”
The Beach Blaster paused, but made no effort to cede ground when the referee suggested she do so. “Take all the time you need, cupcake.” Renquist chided. “I’m happy to slap the mouth right offa you wherever, whenever.”
Rebecca extricated herself from the ropes just to flip Macy the bird. “Get bent, f*ck wad. This isn’t one of your shytty little YouTube Slap Fests. This is a--”
“Wrestling match where my opponent hides in the buckles because she’s afraid of getting slapped out?” Macy interrupted. “Yeah, I--”
Ravage surged outta the corner with a Haymaker that would’ve dented Renquist’s chin if the Slappin’ Sensation hadn’t laid out on one hip, threaded an ankle through her opponent’s legs and sent Rebecca tumbling to the deck with a Drop Toe-Hold! The rough ‘n tumble brawler landed on her belly, pushed up on her elbows and cursed aloud when Macy claimed a heavy seat on the small of her back. “Bytch, get offa HEY! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Knees dug into her foe’s ribs, Renquist flattened her hands into paddles and began peppering the back of Ravage’s head and shoulders with a flurry of Slaps. No love taps these, they hit like Palm Strikes and it wasn’t long before Rebecca had both arms crossed over her head to prevent further abuse. Pausing the assault once her target turtled up, Renquist leaned down and mussed Ravage’s hair with both hands. “What’s wrong Becky?” she taunted. “Weren‘t we fighting?”
Rebecca answered with something unprintable, then dug her claws into the mat and scramble-dragged her way to the ropes so she could wrap an arm around the bottom strand. “Get offa me, beeyotch!”
Eyes going cold, Macy hooked a hand under Rebecca’s chin and tugged her head back to make sure the crowd could see her fingers digging into the other wrestlers cheeks. “Sorry sweetie, you’re mine for another four seconds.”
Ravage barked for the count and Merle did not disappoint in that regard. Or course neither did Renquist, who cupped her free hand and CRAAACKED shots against squirming blonde rump. Rising at ‘FOUR!’, Macy clapped some invisible dust off her hands and cleared off, leaving Rebecca to clamber to verticality shortly thereafter. “Think you’re real cute, don’t you bytch?”
“I think I would’ve slapped you out by now if you didn’t have the ropes to save your punk--”
Ravage came at her again, this time leading with a left hand aimed straight for the smaller wrestler’s eyes. Renquist didn’t have time to move out of the way, so she took a giant step back and brought both hands up to catch her attacker’s wrist before it could reach her face. Twisting the exposed limb in a quick Arm-Wringer, Macy moved into place on Ravage’s left and deftly pulled that arm down between the New Yorker’s legs before threading her own right leg around Rebecca’s left thigh. With Rebecca’s arm effectively trapped between the locked legs, Renquist brought her left leg up and over the back of Ravage’s neck, then leaned forward and slipped her left arm under the taller woman’s right bicep to craaaaaaaaaank that arm back at a perilous angle.
“Ooooohhhh, how are you gonna scuttle to the ropes now, cutie?” Macy taunted as she bounced her leg against Rebecca’s neck to increase the strain on the Octopus. “Wait, don’t answer that yet. First I wanna know how you’re going to deal with this!”
OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-joY-4jQuXo
Forced to look at the canvas thanks to the pressure of Renquist’s thigh on her neck, Ravage couldn’t see what *this* was, but it didn’t stop her from growling, “You’re gonna find out once I’m loose and punching your face--”
Crack-crack-CRAAACK!
Macy raised instant welts on her opponent’s torso with a trio of whistling slaps! “You talk great trash and you slap even better.” Renquist called loud enough for the FAWNatics to hear. “Too bad you can’t fight for shyt!”
Rebecca protested this vehemently, but her struggles weren’t enough to escape the Octopus and things only got worse when Macy shifted from slaps to grinding, the Beach Blaster just dragging the point of her elbow back and forth along opposing ribs. “Ask her.” Macy chirped after perhaps ten seconds of punishment. “I bet the toughest thing about this chick is her hair-cut!”
“Piss off!” Ravage snapped as she continued to struggle and writhe against the hold. “This pansy-ass shyt isn’t gonna take me doOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Delighted to meet disrespect with disrespect, Macy hooked three fingers into the leg-holes of Rebecca’s purple togs and hiked ‘em up with an abrupt wedgie! Soon as that was done she resumed the slappin’ siege, only this time her attention was focused on those recently bared glutes. Flashing a smile when the crowd offered up a raucous cheer, Macy punctuated her last slap by digging her fingers into Ravage’s rump for a sustained squeeze. “Your ass is mine, Becky.” Renquist explained. “You can either admit it now or after I’ve slapped you stup--”
Rebecca finally prized her arm free of the gammy trap and this in turn allowed her to shove Macy’s leg offa the back of her damned head. Twisting into the remains of the Octopus effectively converted it to a Standing Headscissors and from there Ravage straightened up as fast she could to send the startled Beach Blaster up ‘n over with an improvised Back Body Dr-NO! Renquist adjusted in midair to land on her feet directly behind the Blonde Wrecking Machi--“NNNNGGGGHHHH!” The length of Macy’s recovery was measured in heartbeats (all of perhaps two) because Ravage whipped around and just THWHAPPED the white-clad lovely across the back of the head with a huge Northern Clothesline.
NORTHERN CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEDwwLDH2f0
The unexpected impact knocked Macy flat, though she managed to roll to a seat within a couple of seconds. That was about as far as she got before Rebecca palmed both shoulders and stretched her out flat. Just like that Rebecca was on her feet and dropping back down, the New Yorker THUMPING her elbow into Renquist’s sternum. A single Elbow Drop should’ve been enough to pacify Macy at least temporarily, however Ravage was in search of utter annihilation which was why she rolled through and continued to drop Elbows, the infuriated brawler using every bit of her hundred and twenty plus pounds on Renquist’s chest with such pistoning rapidity that it raised a count from the crowd. ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Ravage bounced to boot-leather and raised her right hand high overhead to flick off everyone in sight. On that note she leapt high into the air and crooked that elbow up beside her right ear for the tenth and final Elbow Drop in the series.
RAVAGING ELBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjxn3qO6Gnk
Macy shuddered in the aftermath but couldn’t muster the wherewithal to roll off her back, so Rebecca planted one hand between her tits and the other against her gulping tummy and mugged to the cameras while Merle counted the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist twisted onto her stomach escaping the domineering cover with a full second to spare. “Not so tough now, are ya?” Ravage sneered as she scraped her foe off the mat. “You’re gonna wish you were back pounding sand by the time I’m finished.”
No response from Macy, so Rebecca drew her in close, cinched both arms around the other blonde’s waist and muscled her up onto tiptoe with a gut-churning Bear Hug!
Before the Ravaging Blonde could secure her hold, Macy pressed her palm against Rebecca's chin as she reeled her right arm back, prepared to slap the lights out of her opponent. Quick to notice the incoming Slap, The Brooklyn Buzzcut heaved Renquist off her feet and charged into the corner, sandwiching the Beach Blaster between the turnbuckle and herself! Macy's body went limp in the corner as Rebecca continued to punish her with Shoulder Thrusts to the midsection!
SHOULDER THRUSTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FxSODSVCRs
The punky pugilist drove hard, sending the Beach Blaster's hips up the second turnbuckle with each thrust as the ref counted…"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!.."
Ravage stopped abruptly and forcefully shoved the ref. "Alright f**ckface! You don't have to yell in my ear!" she growled before turning back her attention to her cornered foe. The Wrecking Machine peeled Renquist off the corner and secured her in a tight headlock, dragging Renquist along for a few steps forward and POPPED The Slapping Sensation over her hips with a Headlock Takedown! Keeping her grip secured, Ravage proceeded to rain a barrage of fists on Renquist, promoting Merle to go into another, "ONE! TWO! THREE!.." as Macy squirmed.
Rebecca held her arms up in innocence before the count of five. "How's my fist compared to your weak-ass slapping?", Ravage dissed as she grabbed Macy's locks and pulled her up along with her and put her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The Brooklyn Buzzcut slowly rotated Macy's neck above her shoulder and dropped it onto the deck with a Swinging Neckbreaker!
SWINGING BECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8QOMwohKa8
Macy spread out like a starfish as Rebecca floated over and hooked the leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Macy kicked out at a clean TWO!, cradling her neck in anguish. "So that's how you wanna play, huh?" Ravage asked threateningly as she pulled the jellied Renquist up. Hardly able to keep it together on her feet, Rebecca quickly pirouetted on the spot, looking to dropped The Slapping Sensation with a Discus Clothesline until Macy brought her momentum to a stop with a thunderous Slap to the cheek! Ravage was shocked but quickly recovered and fired a quick punch but Macy quickly thwarted the attempt with a raised arm and answered with another slap! Rebecca was stunned and Macy's next few slaps came in quick succession until Ravage was down on one knee.
Capitalizing on her opponent's drunken state, Macy shuffled behind Ravage and wrapped both arms under Ravage's elbows in a double Chickenwing. She yanked the blonde onto her feet and hauled her over and backwards with a Tiger Suplex!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jN9wU7UXPM
Macy stacked her opponent on her shoulders, keeping hold of her arms as Macy rose on tiptoe through…
ONE!
TWO
THRENOOOO!!!
Ravage wrenched a shoulder off the canvas, the force of it enough to tumble the woozy New Yorker onto her tummy. As for Macy, she spun to one knee and tucked some loose hair behind her ears while she surveyed the situation. After a moment she reached out and slapped the back of Rebecca’s aching noggin. “You still in there, tuff girl?”
“Bytch, don’t f*ckin’ touch me!” the other blonde snapped as she swatted her opponent’s hand away.
“Oooohhhh, listen to the big mouth on you!” Renquist mocked. “I’m going to love slapping it around to the back of your he--”
Rebecca scrambled to boot-leather with Macy half a step ahead, meaning the Beach Blaster had just enough time to intercept a looping Haymaker with a swift Kneelift to the gut. The Wrecking Machine swayed without going down, so Macy leaned in and looped her right arm around the other wrestler’s midsection. Hooking Ravage behind the left knee with her free hand, Renquist scooped her up under one arm like a sack of laundry, then charged halfway across the ring before she went down on one knee to THWHUMP Rebecca’s vertebrae with a huge Backbreaker!
RUNNING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Dp_x1Z9FGc
Rebecca bounced away, landed on her back and immediately arched to relieve some of the pa--CRAAAACK! Macy brought a double handed Slap whistling down on Ravage’s exposed tummy, the sharp impact echoing through the whole of the FAWN Arena. That was more than enough to put Rebecca down flat so Renquist stretched out across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Rebecca escaped with a full second to spare, though she immediately rolled to one side and curled up around her slap-stung stomach. Noting the curve of her opponent’s glutes, Renquist raised one hand for another slap only to twine it in the brawler’s choppy do instead. “Heard you insulting my slaps a little earlier, Becky.” Macy observed once they were both on their feet. “Seems like you think I’m a one trick pony… so I’m going to change your thinking.”
Ravage cursed out a response that Renquist ignored in favor of reeling her into a Front Facelock. From there she slung Rebecca’s near arm over her shoulders and grabbed a hold of purple waistband, all the better to muscle the other blonde all the way to high noon. Those assembled for these Slaybor Day festivities had expected the Slappin’ Sensation to deposit her burden to the deck in short order so they were pleasantly surprised when Macy held the stall with nary a shiver or sway. Happy to see just how long she could hold the pose, the crowd began to count…
‘FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN…’
Macy tipped forward and slung the other blonde back the way she’d came, not for a Gourdbuster or even a Faceplant, no, Macy did the considerate thing and deposited Ravage firmly on her feet! Of course the seeming kindness of this act was severely undermined when the white-clad battler hauled off and swiveled Rebecca’s head with a welt-raising Bytch Slap the very instant she returned to terra firma! Ravage’s legs shimmied violently and she almost took a knee before righting herself. An impressive show of durability to be sure, alas it meant she was in perfect position when Renquist hopped off her back (left) foot and THWHACKED a textbook Super Kick offa the Wrecking Machine’s chin!
SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cA5iec0C_cs
Rebecca went down in a moaning heap that offered no resistance when Macy hooked both legs in a snug bundle and pointed her butt at the rafters with a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ravage kicked out with half a second to spare but found herself confronted with a brand new problem when Renquist seized both ankles and scrambled to her feet. Right boot planted between the other blonde’s legs, Macy bent the left at the knee to thread it behind her own posted knee while wedging the ankle against Ravage’s right knee. It wasn’t quite the traditional set-up for the Figure Four Leglock, but that didn’t stop Rebecca from shaking her hands ‘no, no, no!’ when Macy hunkered down and stepped over to secure the agonizing--
“AARRRHH! HAIR! HAIR, REF!” Macy keened when Ravage snatched a huge handful of those long blonde locks. “Get her offa my EEEERRRRHHHHH!”
Rebecca pulled the Beach Blaster as close as she could, then jabbed her in the chin and raked fingers across her eyes! Forgetting all about the Figure Four in favor of more pressing concerns, Renquist wheeled around to create some space but Ravage provided an unwanted assist in the form of a hard boot to the butt! Already off balance, Macy stumbled into the corner and would’ve bounced her forehead off the top buckle if she hadn’t grabbed the top rope at the last second. Breathing a sigh of relief she straightened up and turned aro-SMECK!
Rebecca hit her like a freight train, the incensed brawler not even bothering to leave her feet for the Avalanche that crushed Renquist against the thinly-sheathed buckles! “Gotcha now, beeyotch!” Ravage crowed as she twisted around to catch the other blonde in a Side Headlock. “Get ready to kiss the mat!” Macy was too short of breath to reply, indeed she could only wheeze when Rebecca stomped out of the corner. Circling back to the corner after only a few steps, Ravage hopped up, planted both feet on the middle buckle and pushed off again, all the better to THWHUNK her foe’s face into the canvas with a gaudy Bulldog!
STEP-UP BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTrRE-qFh1A
Macy bounced nastily and flopped onto her back so Rebecca swung a leg over and sat down in a full-weight Front Face Sit! “Slap me now, bytch! Slap me now!” Ravage taunted as she ground her crotch into Macy’s protesting features.The demeaning demands continued even after Merle swooped into position to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist planted her boots and bridged up to force Ravage onto all fours before the zebra could reach ‘THREE!’ “Did I say I was done, shyt-heel?” Rebecca barked. “Because I’m not! In fact I’m just getting started!”
Lest anyone doubt her position, Ravage filled her hands with Macy’s hair and scraped her off the mat for the sole purpose of doubling her over with a Toe Kick. This was followed by a Standing Headscissors and a Waistlock, the latter of which was used to flip the Slappin’ Sensation head over heels. “Doesn’t look so tuff now, does she?” Rebecca taunted the FAWNatics as she turned to all four sides of the arena. “No, she doesn’t look tuff at all! And in a second she’s gonna look f*ckin’ ugly!”
With that she leapt up, kicked her legs forward and landed flat on her butt while poor Macy was SPIKED on the crown of her skull. Grinning from ear to ear after the concussive Piledriver, Rebecca shoveled Renquist onto her back and climbed aboard for another Front Face Sit, the bawdy blonde busting out a double bicep flex while she ground out a victorious rhythm on Macy’s face through…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhm28bF4zFQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!!!!
Macy tipped her toes and arched her back, simultaneously pushing Ravage off her perch before the third count. Visibly pissed, The Brooklyn Buzzcut peeled the blonde off the canvas to her jellied feet and drove her face-first into the turnbuckle. The Beach Blaster spun around and managed to hang her arms on the top rope to keep herself up. There, Ravage began picking her foe apart with repeated left and right shots to the face and stomach. Macy cowered behind her raised arms as she slumped onto her seat. The offense did not stop there despite the ref telling Rebecca to break it off. Rebecca continued to stomp mud holes in the pit of Macy's stomach, prompting the ref to count.. “ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR…”
Rebecca halted immediately and threw her hands up innocence. She turned to the ref and twisted her wrists into a double bird. "F**K YOU REF!", Ravage turned to Macy, keeping her fingers up, "F**K YOU TOO!" and lastly into the crowd, "FUUUU*K ALLLLLL OF YOU TOO!", the vulgar blonde cursed at the crowd before turning back to Renquist.
"Nappy time's over, bytch!", Ravage snarled as she thrust her crotch into Macy's face to stifle and humiliate her.
Slowly coming back to her senses, Macy shoved The Wrecking Machine away and slowly pulled herself back to her feet. Rebecca toured around the ring with arms wide open, soaking in the jeers from the crowd before settling in the corner. Rebecca raised her hands up, forming a picture frame with her thumbs and index fingers, centering Macy in the frame before charging str...BOOM!
Macy reacted in a nick of time, tripping Rebecca face first into the turnbuckle with a Drop Toe Hold! Rebecca clutched her jaw and scrambled to her feet, staggering to the center where Macy stood ready to receive. She quickly snatched one of Ravage's arm and shuffled behind her and locked in a Double Chickenwing, snapping backwards as she hauled Ravage up and over with a second Tiger Suplex!
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrs8xLbqD_U
This time round, Macy didn't quite have the strength to bridge the hold for the cover, forsaking the pin in favor for some time to recover. As both wrestlers struggled to their feet, the ref began to count both wrestlers out. Macy reached her feet first and grabbed whatever length of hair she could to yank Rebecca onto her feet but The Brooklyn Buzzcut swatted her arm off and fired a Haymaker. Macy was hurt by the blow, but mustered the strength to hit back with a stiff sounding Slap to Ravage's face, stunning her momentarily.
Capitalizing on this opportunity, Macy sprinted her way into the far ropes but Rebecca gave chase and sent her tumbling out of the ring with a Clothesline!
"Still a weak slap!" The Wrecking Machine growled as she dropped onto her back and rolled out of the ring. Twirling Macy's long blonde locks around her hand, Rebecca yanked the shorter fighter to her feet and dragged her toward the ring steps where she reeled her head back and THOWNK it into the cold steel! Even as the ref counted in the background, Rebecca made damn sure to make full use of her time outside the ring. throwing Macy spine-first into the steel barricade.
As Macy staggered away from the barricade, The Wrecking Machine caught her arm across her neck and snapped back with at full speed, driving Macy face-first onto the thinly-padded concrete floor!
FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HPU7R7ll_o
Macy's head bounced off the floor like a ball, the whiplash sending her flopping onto her back. As the ref counted to "FIVE", Rebecca quickly slid back into the ring, allowing the ref to finish up the count.
“Just ring the f*cking bell already!” Ravage shouted at the official. “Everyone knows that bytch can’t get up! And even if she could, she wouldn’t!” The brash New Yorker continued in this fashion for several more seconds before a cheer from the crowd drew her attention to the outside. Though she was still on one knee, Macy had grabbed hold of the steel barricade and was slowly hauling herself to full verticality. “Oh bytch, I don’t THINK SO!” Rebecca snapped as stomped over to corner nearest her prey. “When I say stay down, your flat ass needs to stay down!”
Renquist made no acknowledgement, a minor slight that made Ravage climb the buckles that faster. Shot lined up as soon as she reached the high rent district, the Wrecking Machine leapt out into the void the instant Macy turned around, meaning the Beach Blaster had approximately no time to defend against the Double Axehandle Ravage THWHUNKED between her eyes!
DOUBLE AXEHANDLE TO THE FLOOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hHpoFCQ72YE
Macy went down like a felled tree while Rebecca stomped away to salute the FAWNatics with an emphatic double bird.
“THAT’S GODDAMNED RIGHT!” she bellowed. “LITTLE MISS SLAP FIGHT NEVER HAD A CHANCE AGAINST THESE BEEYOTCH BREAKERS!” Ravage planted a kiss on each fist to emphasize the point, then stormed back to Renquist and helped her up with a double handful of togs and tresses.
Understandably glassy-eyed after the harsh treatment outside, Macy could only grimace at the wedgie Ravage inflicted upon her to get the Slappin’ Sensation back in the squared circle. Rebecca hopped onto the apron but did not otherwise follow the other wrestler into the ring. Instead she jogged to the corner and went up top for the second time in as many minutes.
“GET UP ASSHOLE!” Ravage barked down at the white-clad warrior. “GET UP SO I CAN KNOCK YOUR PUNK ASS THE F*CK OUT!”
Renquist did as bade, though the pace of her ascent suggested it was of her own accord and not at the New Yorker’s urging. Whatever the reason, it seemed to satisfy Rebecca, who used her thumbs and middle fingers to ‘frame’ Macy’s swooning return to verticality. As before she leapt when the smaller blonde turned around, Ravage knotting her fingers together for a concussive-- Renquist launched herself into the air and pistoned her right knee all the way to chest level, more than high enough to THWONK Rebecca between the eyes! Ravage’s head snapped back and the rest of her followed, the bawdy brawler landing on the deck with a heavy thud.
MID-AIR KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gYsol_4duw
The collision was such that Macy landed on her butt, yet she was back on her feet almost immediately, the dark-eyed blonde glaring a hole through her prone opposition. “So you’re gonna knock me out, huh cupcake? You’re gonna knock me the f*ck out? Let’s get your bytch ass off the mat and we’ll see who gets knocked out!”
Helping herself to as much hair as she could manage, Renquist peeled her opponent off the mat, then circled ‘round behind and secured a Waistlock. Only it wasn’t really a Waistlock because Macy put her left hand to the small of Ravage’s back and reached around with the right to clamp down on Rebecca’s left wrist. The fans buzzed with anticipation while Ravage just buzzed, the blonde far too foggy to understand the danger when Macy pushed on her back and yanked on that captured wrist to spin the dazed delinquent around in a half cir-CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Rebecca froze in place after the Bytch Maker, though the slumped quality of her shoulders suggested she might blow over with the slightest breeze. T’wasn’t breeze that ultimately took her down however, it was Macy who caught her right leg and raised it just high enough to twist beneath it. This sent Ravage sprawling to her tummy, thus rendering her quite vulnerable when Macy threaded her left leg around Ravage’s vulnerable right calf. Then she leaned forward and stretched out on Rebecca‘s back, using the weight of her torso to keep the pinioned limb in place. In the same breath she slipped her right arm under the brawler’s right bicep for a Half Nelson and cinched her left arm around Ravage’s throat.
“NO ONE EXPECTS THE SLAPPISH RENQUISITION!” Macy cackled as she wrenched and reefed on the hellacious fusion of STF and Katahajame. “I should slap the ever loving shyt outta you.” Renquist sneered in her squirming foe’s ear. “Too bad for you I’ve got other things on my mind, so just do us both a favor and tap out!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Rebecca shrieked as she tugged and scratched at the Beach Blaster’s forearm. “KISS MY ASS BEEYOTCH, I DON’T TAPPPEEERRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Macy tensed up and just craaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the blonde peeling her prey’s torso at such an angle that no one was at all surprised when Ravage began slapping the canvas. Merle noted this at once, but Macy didn’t relinquish her grip until the bell CLANGED an official close to the contest.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
On one knee in the aftermath of that emphatic turnaround, Macy raised a finger overhead, but shook her head ‘no’ when the ref offered to help her stand. “I need a mic.” she said quietly. Merle obliged her within moments, then backed off so the Slappin’ Sensation could say her piece.
“Estrina Starfire!” she called over the roar of the FAWNatics. “You been talking a real big game about how you’re the best Lightweight on this roster. About how you want to face the best competition. You’ve thrown a LOT of names out there, but I’ve never heard mine. Why is that? Is it because the last time we met I slapped you so hard and so often that the referee had to stop the match? Maybe you’re afraid of losing your title? Or maybe you know that your disgusting little sweat trick isn’t enough to stop me from whooping you all over this arena? Whatever the reason, you’re on notice now, brat. Because I’m coming for the Lightweight Title. And I’ll slap your face into the upper deck to claim it.”
Message delivered, Macy flipped the mic to Merle, then slipped back into her jacket and headphones strode up the aisle without so much as a parting glance for one Rebecca Ravage.