Post by walkindude on Oct 4, 2019 13:52:32 GMT
Morning Friends,
Got a special treat for you in this month's edition of the Oil Report, our first ever Gauntlet!
Hope you enjoy,
~RF
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When Bethany decided the pre-Mania oil engagement would be a Pit-acular to clarify who was the rightful Baroness after the clusterf*ck of August, no one knew for sure how she’d get it done within the three matches on the card.
The inimitable Christian determined a Gauntlet fit the bill and the fates would shape who had the best chance to emerge with the prize.
Gabby Mendoza picked the short straw and no amount of cursing and cajoling could move her out of leadoff. Her foe in the first, a delighted and dangerous Elizabeth Cromwell, the freckled fighter from Liverpool eager to show Latinas DON’T DO IT BETTER!
GABBY MENDOZA:
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
And through the first five minutes Lizzie did just that, taking control immediately and not letting up, riding, grinding, scratching, clawing, the Boarding School Princess used all her catty ways to leave the tawny-skinned Mendoza a gasping, shiny bubble blower. Mendoza tried to employ the glistening blue plastic beneath her, the Pit floor greasing her chest and tummy, allowing her to slide along the surface, but Cromwell body surfed with the Texan like G-Money was her boogie board.
Panting and flustered at her inability to shake the Brit, Gabby spun beneath the ivory-skinned Englishwoman, going nose to nose. With no pins in the Pit, it’s a viable alternative to try and turn the tables while her shoulders were planted on plastic. But Elizabeth split her wickets with a raised right knee putting an end to that scheme.
Gabby’s dark eyes bulged, her hands shooting to her crotch, the Baroness trying weakly to push the invading bony cap out of her privates, lower lip quivering.
“Oh yes, that’s right dearie.” Cromwell cooed as she punctuated her first Kneelift with… a second Kneelift. “All that posturing and mouthing off finally caught up with you hasn’t it?”
“Stuhhh… stuff it, bytchface.” Mendoza moaned from beneath the lounging Lioness. “You’re not fit to carry my AAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lizzie slipped her legs beneath the Texan’s, taking particular care to lock their ankles. Then she wrenched those captured stems at a near forty-five degree angle to send a bolt of pain from Gabby’s groin to her knees and back again. Absolutely delighted by the misery stamped on the brunette’s features, Cromwell snuggled in cheek to cheek, using her own to turn the Baroness’ head to the side. “Care to repeat yourself, Baroness? I couldn’t hear you over the screaming.”
Mendoza cursed, bucked her hips and tried to free her wrists from the Briton’s iron grip but Elizabeth didn’t just ride it out, she smothered it, Mendoza looking as lost and hapless tonight as she had during the closing moments of her first oily encounter with the Raven.
“You’re mine.” Cromwell snarled once the worst of her prey’s wriggling died down. “Abdicate the Pit this second and perhaps I won’t feed you to Pandora before the night is--”
“Screw that bytch.” Gabriella huffed. “You already proved you’ll never beat her. Just like you’ll never beat OOOOOOHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
The BSP stretched her Grapevine even wider, but the increased strain on her thighs wasn’t the source of Mendoza’s agony. No, that came from Cromwell’s right hand, which had abandoned its grip on the Baroness’ wrists (once they’d been crossed for easy containment by her left) in favor of a grip on Gabby’s black waistband. Those fans that remembered how she’d broken Marisa Fuentes and Luisa Campos were hardly surprised when she yaaaaaaaaaaanked the lycra up and out in an utterly merciless inverted wedgie!
Not acting at all like Sammie Sinclair's one-time Upstart-adjacent frenemy, Cromwell bore down, shifting from hateful wedgie to a literally underhanded claw of Mendoza's sweet spot. As Gabby howled in agony, a pink wad of Bubblicious tumbled from her lips. Mendoza sent her nails into her own scalp, trying to spread the pain, but it's fruitless. And while Lizzie continued to stretch the groin of the Baroness with her grapevining stems, she shredded the juncture of Gabby's glistening bronzed gams.
Mendoza's right palm fluttered over the Pit floor, Cromwell appearing to have found the maneuver to take out her third chica Pit fighter in a row. But Gabby's fingers clenched instead of patting the plastic. She sent both set of fingers behind Elizabeth's noggin, delving into her auburn locks. Suddenly, she crunched her abs enough to rise and send a Headbutt into the Brit, forehead clunking against forehead. And while Lizzie's invading digits loosened and fell limp as Cromwell tried to blink her senses back into place, Gabby's eyes went glassy as well, her knock to the noggin at least acting as general anesthesia from the throbbing pain below.
The Headbutt may have ended Lizzie’s diabolical traps, unfortunately it also transformed the Englishwoman into stunned deadweight that kept the Baroness glued to the Pit Floor. With no threat of a pin-fall Mendoza didn’t waste any energy trying to get a shoulder up, rather she cinched her arms around Cromwell’s waist and began to squeeeeeeeeze. The compression burned away the worst of the fog between Lizzie’s ears, which in turn allowed her to brace her knees against the blue plastic, thus preventing Gabby from reversing their positions with the Hug.
“Guuuuhhhh… get the hell off, you pasty bytch.” Mendoza growled as she continued to bear down. “Your Baroness commands NNGGHH!”
Cromwell’s hands found the Texan’s hair, yanked her noggin off the floor and thumped it one, two, three times! After the third she slid her left hand down over Mendoza’s mouth and nose and sealed both passages tight! Eyes wide, Gabby’s hug grew that much tighter, yet the Young Lioness continued to make her life miserable courtesy of a mean-spirited nostril pinch. “Isn’t it obvious, girl? You’re not Baroness anymore. And you will NEVER command anything of meEEERRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Unwilling to abandon the Hug entirely, Mendoza segued from the traditional S-clasp to a snug grip on her right bicep, thus allowing her to slide that hand down until she found the challenger’s waistband. The retaliatory wedgie that followed was enough to narrow Lizzie’s eyes to black slots, but she still refused to allow Gabby a breath unmuffled by her slippery hand.
The lack of oxygen had Mendoza's chest heaving. She thrashed her face from side to side, trying to rid herself of Cromwell's catty smother while unwilling to give up her own grip to do it. Finding the receiving end of the inverted wedgie to be the bitterest taste of her own medicine, Lizzie's eyes began to well. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to give G-Money the satisfaction of... "AWWWWWGAWWWD!"
Another yank broke the facade of the freckled fighter and Lizzie abandoned the smother to send her digits below in defense. She wrapped her palms around Gabby's right wrist, trying to maneuver the throttling wedgie off. She rolled to a hip and shoulder, giving up her topside position to get more room to maneuver. Mendoza unhooked her left arm and brought a balled fist CRASHING into the BSP's right temple. The redhead's opposite cheek SPLURSHED into the Pit floor as Mendoza finally relented on her frontal flossing. She pivoted and slipped her legs under and above the meaty sides of the freckled grappler, just under each set of ribs. Ignoring the incessant ache from her crotch, the Baroness CLAMPED DOWN on a Bodyscissors that Lizzie only made worse when she reflexively rolled to her chest. Now the bronzed beauty's thighs pressed tight into abs and spine. Desperation flooding Cromwell's face, she grasped at the Pit floor, trying to pull/slide her way out from Gabby's ravenous stems, G-Money showing the dinero, lower limbs flexing, drawing a throaty gasp from the self-proclaimed lucha killer.
“What’s the matter, chica?” Gabby panted. “That big mouth of yours having trouble breathing?” Cromwell didn’t bother to answer, she was too busy powering to all fours in search of some leverage that’d let her escape Mendoza’s gra--CRA--CRAA-CRAAACK!
The Baroness earned a loud roar from the crowd and an indignant yelp from Lizzie when she administered a trio of hard slaps to the Briton’s bunched buttocks!
“Bawdy trollop.” Cromwell groaned as she fought for purchase against the slick plastic. “You’re going to pay for this with your HEYYNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mendoza caught hold of the redhead’s left wrist, wrenched it out from underneath and pinned the whole works between Lizzie’s shoulders with a Hammerlock that sent her chest-first into the slick blue plastic! “You’re the one that’s about to pay, Crommie.” Gabby sneered as she continued to jostle the Hammerlock and bear down on the Scissors. “And you’re going to do so with a rousing rendition of my favorite song!”
Lizzie didn’t much like the sound of that, alas she didn’t have much say in the matter until the Terrible Texan relinquished the Scissors and used the joint-lock to roll her onto her back. And ultimately the protestations she did manage amounted to little more than a breathless ‘OOOOFFFFHHH!’ once Gabby scrambled into a hard, heavy seat on her chest. Knees pressed together (to better cover the ginger’s pasty face with her golden thighs) the Babyfaced Killer put her hands on her hips and began to bounce ever so slightly.
“Sing loud if you know the words, puta.”
The bouncing kicked off in earnest, each butt on breasts collision jaunting merrily along to the tune of ‘Quit, quit, bytchface quit!’
Elizabeth's flawless features were turned into a bellows, great forced exhales escaping her lips along with the chants as a glowing and glistening Mendoza bounced on her foe's bosom.
"Quit. Bytchface. Quit!"
The FAWNatics had picked it up the chant so well, Gabby let them carry the load as she concentrated on making the pesky Brit surrender. The Brat got Marisa and Luisa but neither of her fellow Latinas were Baroness material and didn't have that Baroness bounce.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Elizabeth's eyes grew wider with each inability to draw a full breath and with each failure, her breasts were bruised, pancaked against her sternum. This was how the Raven went out and Cromwell knew she had to escape the predicament. Her soles pressed and flailed against the Pit floor. She found enough friction to move forward a couple inches but Gabby shifted with her and RAMMED her backside into her foe's ivory chest and the scant spandex covering it.
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
And from above the enclosure. ‘QUIT BYTCHFACE QUIT!’
For a moment, it's G-Money who quit. But only to move from front straddle to reverse. Again, she started the hammer blows from her backside but added dual Claws of Lizzie's tummy, driving ruby-tipped stilettos into the Brit’s blotchy abdomen. She flattened her palms and pressed them into Cromwell's weakening midriff to force even more air out via the compressed diaphragm then CRASHED her oil-soaked booty into the bombarded bosom.
A flattened Elizabeth was smooshed like asphalt beneath a road grader, the soft 'oooofs' multiplying, suddenly interrupted by a whimpered 'please'.
A grinning Gabby glanced over her shoulder. "You hear 'em. Quit bytchface and it'll all be..."
Cromwell interrupted with as loud an 'I QUIT' as her raspy voice could manage and an eagle-eared official signaled for the bell, bringing the FAWNatics to a delighted crescendo, the Babyfaced Killer ceasing her pounding, but surreptitiously sliding her derriere toward the sobbing face of the cratered BSP.
Lizzie tried to shake her head ‘no, no, no!’ butt Gabby’s glutes were already up over her chin and it was the span of mere heartbeats to fully engulf the defeated challenger’s pained features. Sudden total oxygen deprivation resulted in a brief increase in the Englishwoman’s resistance, not that it caused Mendoza any real concern. She only twined her toes in Cromwell’s tangled locks and waggled hips to seal the once boasting Brit in buttocks.
“Hmmmmmmmh, what do we have here?” Gabby blew, then *popped* a huge pink bubble even as she hooked an index finger between Cromwell’s tri-color cups and pulled up, freeing her bounty. Sluggish though they were, this still raised Elizabeth’s hands to something approximating defense, alas Mendoza only swatted them aside so she could take her prey’s buds and twisssssssssssssst with all her might!
“WHO’S THE BARONESS?” Gabby barked over those buzzing shrieks. “IS IT YOU?”
“NuuuuhhhhhhNOOOOHHHHH!” Cromwell pleaded. “Issszzzyooouuuuuuhhh!”
Mendoza finished with a final vile tweak, then leaned down, hooked her arms under Elizabeth’s thighs and pulled her stems up in an inescapable Reverse Matchbook that displayed the bold message on the seat of her briefs in rather galling fashion:
BRITS DO IT BEST!
Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Gabby hooked her fingers into Cromwell’s leg-holes and yanked until the message had entirely vanished between her foe’s helpless cheeks. “Who does it best, bytchface?” she cooed. “Who does it best?”
“Luuuuuhhh….Lahtinuhs!” Elizabeth sobbed.
“Wrong answer, sweetness.” Mendoza raised both hands overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on Cromwell’s rump before she got up and shoved the snuffling challenger onto her stomach. Placing a foot on the slim curve of Lizzie’s conquered backside, Gabby tapped her chest with an index finger and said, “I do it best.”
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A basket was lowered on one side of the Pit for a semiconscious Cromwell to be laid inside by a FAWN attendant then raised out of the war zone. As the demolished redhead was evacuated and the flunky scrambled up a ladder, on the opposite side, a ladder was dropped into place and Chloe Fields entered the battlefield.
CHLOE FIELDS:
Gabby, recovering most of her breath from the first battle, didn’t waste an instant. Tossing aside any time she might receive for recovery from the successful first foray into her gauntlet, G-Money charged Strawberry, dipped a shoulder, and PLOWED into the tawny tummy of her fellow Latina with a gutting Spear.
Chloe’s spine and the back of her head CRACKED against the steel behind her and, when Mendoza pulled away, the ponytailed brunette melted to her knees. Behind, the ladder was quickly pulled up. In front, a grinning Gabby CRASHED a knee into the drooping forehead of Fields, snapping Chloe’s cranium back. The Upstart ended seated Indian-style, back against the Pit floor, already looking in worse shape than the bubble-blower, who pulled a cube of Bubblicious from her cleavage and started chompin’.
“Girl never should have been allowed in here with real Latina Fire,” Mendoza assured between exaggerated chews. “She’s gonna find this in all kinds of special places.”
The Babyfaced Killer blew a huge sphere before popping it with her tongue then sent a Soccer Kick into the pink bikini top of Strawberry, mashing its contents.
“I could take out ten Cromwells and still be too much for this!” Mendoza insisted, sinking her nails into Chloe’s pony and yanking the wincing brunette to her soles before stuffing a forearm under Fields’ chin to pin her to the wall.
Ten minutes later and Mendoza’s earlier bombast was nowhere to be seen. Chloe hadn’t just hung tough, she’d roared her way back into the fight, the former Lightweight Champion ducking a potentially catastrophic Froot Stripe Spike at just the right time! Missing the blow had smashed Mendoza’s right thumb into the Pit wall, leaving her cursing and distracted until Fields THWHUMPED her to the oily deck with a huge Lungblower. After that Chloe turned the Pit into her own private pinball game, Strawberry’s favorite wrestler just bouncing in from every conceivable angle to THWHAP, THUMP, SPLOOT and most importantly SPLASH[/b] the floundering brunette as hard and as often as possible. Chloe didn’t slow things down until a particularly snug 450 left Mendoza curled up on her side with both arms strapped tight across her gulping tummy.
“So, you think you’re too tuff for the likes of me? That big, bad Gabby Mendoza doesn’t sweat little ol’ Chloe Fields?”
The would-be Baroness slipped her hands under Gabby’s armpits and tugged up until she was able to lace her hands across the back of the brunette’s neck in a Full Nelson. The Babyfaced Killer began to squirm at once but her sullen defenses weren’t nearly enough to prevent Fields from lacing her legs around opposing midsection. Gabby stifled a sob, the sound earning a beaming smile from Chloe.
I hope you choke on that gum, ya big meanie.”
Scuuuu… screw you.” Mendoza groaned. “Even if you pulled off the miracle of the millennium, Pandora would wring you like a towEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
hloe bore down on the Scissors while simultaneously wrenching the Nelson from side to side. “Worth it!” she exclaimed. “Facing her is worth stamping a big L on your forehead. And even if I did lose, I wouldn’t run from Panny, which is more than I can say about you!”
Gabby squirmed and writhed, trying to rid herself of the Upstart but even with both women doused in baby oil, Chloe's riding tight, arms and legs looped around G-Money. Mendoza pivoted and got Chloe below her, but with Strawberry's shoulders on the Pit floor not being an issue, Fields just controlled her fellow Latina from underneath. Chloe rattled the braincase of the bubble-blower, nearly spilling the pink wad from Gabby's mouth. Fields upped the ante by shifting her arms, snaking them around Mendoza's skull in a Sleeper Hold, pressing tight to her foe's carotid and temples. The maneuver put Gabby's escape efforts into overdrive, the Babyfaced Killer realizing she could take a nap at the hands of Strawberry.
With her dark eyes getting glassy, Gabby prized at Chloe's grip with her freed hands, digging her thumbs into the tender part of the Upstart's wrists. The Terrible Texan was able to shift to a seated position and changed her focus, sending alternating elbows into the slender, scissoring thighs of Fields. Getting some slack in the locking legs, and with the help of the greasy coating covering her frame, Gabby built enough slack to finally pop her head out from Chloe's grasp. Mendoza struggled to her feet, legs a bit too rubbery to get her to vertical quickly. She turned to face her foe and ATE a Super Kick to the chin from the stalking Strawberry. Gabby's body stiffened board straight and she timbered to a splurshing spreadeagle, apparently out cold. Above, Panny's convinced, rising from her director's chair in a barely there floral bikini.
Fields gave the looming Destroyer the briefest of glances. No use worrying about snakes in the garden when there were spiders in the bed. Speaking of which, she stomped over to Mendoza, caught hold of a wrist and peeled her off the mat in stages. “Always biting, always chewing, always with a sharp word for everyone. I don’t much care for Lenore myself, but you know what made me smile? When she did this!” Chloe flicked out her free hand, just CRAAACKING the woozy brunette across the mouth.
Mendoza flinched at the instant welt, but her head snapped back and she locked eyes with the Upstart. “What the f*ck was that? Was that supposed to be a OOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Fields lit up her décolletage with an overhand slap that had Mendoza stamping her feet to better distribute the anguish. She was still shifting back n’ forth when Chloe grabbed a Front Facelock and sprinted toward the wall. Forced to trail alongside, Mendoza had no understanding of the trouble she was in until Fields hopped up, planted both feet on the wall and pushed off in a gloriously slippery half circle. A Tornado DDT seemed all but assured, so the Fields Fanatics were pleasantly surprised when their heroine threaded her legs around Gabby’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard!
Guillotine Choke sunk in deep, Chloe bobbled up and down in the Terrible Texan’s lap and demanded, “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!”
Still woozy from the sleeper, Mendoza's journey from early dominance to Upstart victim was nearly complete. The FAWNatics on the upper rim of the Pit cheered the pink-clad, dimpled grappler on as Fields tightened her noose and the flailing arms of Gabby slowed to a flutter. "You're not going tuhhh…" Gabby's thoughts became blurred, her ability to speak escaping like something thick running down a drain. Clenching her fingers into fists, G-Money thwapped short little kidney punches into the bronzed sides of Strawberry.
A teeth-gritting Chloe rode the storm out, determined to send the Baroness to beddy-bye. It's when the punches become frantic nail draaags across her foe’s lower back that Gabby found some results, Chloe shrieking in stinging pain. Three swipes was enough for Fields to release her Guillotine, push Gabby's upper body back enough to create some space and toss a Forearm Shiver in the direction of Mendoza's left jawline. But Gabby pivoted and the impact glanced off her chin. Mendoza snatched the proffered right arm of the Upstart and spun into a Fujiwara Armbar, the crowd groaning at the sight of the Baroness finding her oily footing against FAWN's own personal Pink Ranger.
Leaned in with all her weight just below Chloe’s right shoulder, Gabby planted her feet as firm as the oil would allow and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an effort to snap her opponent’s arm clean off. “GIVE IT UP, BYTCH-FACE!” she bellowed around the intrusion of her gum. “GIVE IT UP, YOU’RE NO MATCH FOR MEERRRGGHHH!”
Fields reached over, caught an awkward handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “I‘LL NEVER GIVE UP, BRAT!” Chloe barked right back. “AND WATCH YOUR MOUTHOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Gabby twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into Fields’ exposed bicep! Fields let go of the hair-hold, curled her claw into a fist and pounded it against the floor. “QUITTING, BYTCH-FACE?” the brunette sneered. “I wanna hear you say WHOOOAAAHH!”
The former Lightweight Champion pushed up, tucked her head tight and tumbled over onto her back to alleviate the pressure of the Armbar! Scrambling to a crouch immediately thereafter, she stuffed that hand in Mendoza’s face to force the Texan’s head to one side as they both clambered to their fe-- “NNNNGGGHHH!”
Gabby stamped on the redhead’s toes and grrrrrrrrround her heel back ‘n forth until Fields was hopping on one foot! Quick to convert the remnants of her Armbar to a simple Wristlock, Mendoza took two big steps back, dropped her hips and sent Chloe hurtling into the wall with a THWHUMPING Irish Whip! Fields bounced away with a breathless grunt, staggered ‘round in a half circle and-- Gabby sprang, caught both hands around the back of Chloe’s head and pulled her down even as she knocked her right knee against curve of her opponent’s cheek. Then gravity brought her down on her back but the splash of her landing was overwhelmed by the THWHONK of Fields’ bubble bursting wide open!
The impact of Gabby's knees to Chloe's flawless features sent Strawberry shooting back up to her haunches, Strawberry's head on a bobble, dark eyes glazed. On tilt, arms limp at her side, Chloe stared toward the rising Mendoza but didn’t see her. G-Money wobbles after reaching vertical, the Upstart's efforts to put her to sleep leaving Gabs with some cobwebs to clear. She backed her way to the wall behind, gives her head a shake, and surged forward as fast as her slippery footing allows and KINSHASA!
The Babyfaced Killer brought a new weapon to her Pit, Mendoza’s ’Atomic Jawbreaker’ an instant equalizer or, in this instance, instant advancement. Chloe spun in a twisting, kneeling pirouette away from the blasting impact. She finished on her side, burbling incoherently, limbs moving awkwardly, accomplishing nothing.
Sliding to a stop, a tired grin emerged on the Baroness and she strode to the Upstart, shoveling Chloe to her back with a foot then taking a familiar Schoolgirl Pin position atop the dazed Strawberry. Planting her ass atop Chloe's modest assets, knees on the brunette's biceps, Mendoza paintbrushed Fields' cheek to bring Chloe out of her stupor. Gabs stared down at Chloe's look of confusion, oil dripping from the tip of her nose onto the Upstart's lips. Gabby rose to an elevated kneel and THWUMPED her backside down into Chloe's sternum CRUSHING her foe's bosom between. She nodded at the suddenly fearful face of the Upstart.
"Oh yeah," the gum chewer chuckled.
“NonononononononoOOOFFFFFFHHHH!” Fields’ denials came to an abrupt, breathless end when Mendoza went up on her knees and dropped back down, delivering a full payload of Butt Bomb to the redhead’s chest! Chloe grunted, raised her hands to palm Gabby’s glutes and let out a disappointed groan when the Terrible Texan caught both wrists and plonked them back to the oil.
“Not yet, sweetie.” she purred. “The sing-along’s about to begin!”
This was a partial truth, as the Baroness herself didn’t utter so much as a word. She did however switch the pace of her callipygian crushing to a simple beat that the Pit Fanatics knew by heart. Thusly it wasn’t too long before most of them were chanting, Quit, quit bytch-face quit!
“Hear ‘em?” Mendoza chided over the sound of the crowd, the thump of her glutes and the snap of her own gum. “All those loyal fans of yours are just so eager to jump ship when my ass is crushing your fugly face! Oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself!” Gabby pushed up, swung ‘round and settled down even harder, those black and gold Baroness briefs molding to Fields’ mouth and nose like a second skin. “NOW my ass is crushing your fugly face!”
Strawberry’s only response was a pained whine, which earned her nothing but a fresh round of bounce-grinding. Unwilling to accept defeat even when it was, ahem, staring her in the face, Chloe kicked both legs up and ‘smecked’ them around the Babyfaced Killer’s waist. Alas Gabby snaked her arms around the redhead’s calves and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was looking directly up at the last Gauntlet participant. “Go on, fat ass.” she sneered. “Ask her how it feels!”
Panny said nothing, Chloe on the other hand began to paddle and flail at those suffocating cheeks, Fields offering a whimpery, nasal, “AYYE GHIIIIB!”
Gabby pushed off her as soon as the bell sounded, the battle-tested brunette backing to the far side of the Pit even as she urged the officials to drop the ladder. “Get her down here!” she demanded. “I SAID GET HER SLOPPY ASS DOWN HERE!”
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Smiling ever so slightly, Pandora rose from her director’s chair and strode to the ladder a FAWN flunky was lowering into the Pit. She made as if to step onto it, then whipped around and simply dropped down in a plummeting freefall that ended with her landing on one knee looking for all the world like some curvy blonde Terminator sent back from a grim future where baby oil was the world’s most precious resource.
PANDORA:
The tremor of her landing actually knocked Mendoza off balance for a moment, but Gabby recovered in an instant and launched herself at the former World Champion with a Low Dropkick aimed at one of those beach-bronzed thi-- Pandora twisted aside, leaving the Babyfaced Killer to skid through the oil until her feet collided with the Pit Wall. Cursing, the Baroness rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fo--“NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Panny stepped over the prone brunette and simply dropped into a deep crouch, the Beach Titan THWHUMPING her butt into Mendoza’s upper back! Gabz hit the oil with a loud SPLERSH that was quickly drowned out by her caterwauling because Pandora cupped her hands under the smaller wrestler’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Colossal Clutch! “C’mon Baroness!” the blonde teased as she bobbled Mendoza’s head from side to side. “Show me what’cha got!”
But what Gabby had was a lot of moaning and groaning, Panny pulling Mendoza into an ugly arch that had the crowd grimacing and Mendoza's dark eyes pointed to the bright lights above the pit. They welled, as it surely felt like her vertebrae were ready to snap. The snarling Amazon yanked Mendoza even farther, into an ungodly 'C' shape, the muffled cries of the Baroness now pointed toward the mountainous chest of the blonde.
"I could snap you in half right now," Pandora informed matter-of-factly. "But these people paid good money to see me...so."
Panny released her grip and let Gabby's face and chest SPLOSH to the oily Pit floor. The Babyfaced Killer reached for the base of her spine, mewling as she tried to massage away a fraction of the pain. Coldly, or as much as Pandora could be in the warm oil of the environs, the tanned towering Force of Nature rose, pivoted and dropped in a Senton across Gabby's already bruised spinal column. G-Money blew her wad, literally. The pink gum burst from between her lips and shot several feet away. An observant Pandora chuckled, rose from the wriggling Latina and strode to Gabby's chaw, plucking it from the gooey, translucent slime. "You dropped something," she said to Mendoza, Gabby rolling to her back to protect it. Pandora dropped next to the head of the Baroness then STUFFED the gum back into her foe's mouth but kept her palm covering the opening after doing so. She then pinched Gabby's nose with her opposite hand, ready for playtime with the Baroness.
Mendoza started to flail as soon as her oxygen was cut off, the beleaguered Baroness scrabbling, then raking, then finally gouging at the challenger’s forearms, all to no avail. “Oh, do you want out, little girl? Lemme hear you say please!” Pandora teased.
“MMMRRRRGGHHHHH!” Gabby shrieked around the crushing muffler of the blonde’s mitts. “LEGGOYUHBIGBIDWUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Apparently the ‘tude wasn’t much to Panny’s liking because she yanked the former Lightweight Champion’s head offa the floor and BOUNCED it once, twice, three times! This brought an end to the sass and the clawing, so Pandora relinquished her own grip to roll the brunette onto her belly. Shifting to one knee, the Destroyer’s Destroyer placed her left foot on the back of Mendoza’s neck, then flattened her right hand into a paddle and swatted Gabby’s glutes until the Baroness reached back with both hands in a fitful show of defense.
“Get that shyt outta here!” Panny sniffed before swatting the Texan’s hands aside. “Oh and before I forget, who said you could wear my bottoms?”
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a fistful of Gabby’s black briefs and YANKED up and out, the subsequent wedgie high and hard enough to lift Mendoza’s hips several inches above the oil! “Wanna give it up, Baroness?” the challenger asked in a tone of supreme condescension. “Or am I going to make you eat these like you made Lenore eat your gum?”
The wincing, yipping G-Money tried to use the slippery goo coating every inch of her frame to slip out from under the domineering Amazon, but the big blonde bully wouldn’t have it. The Beach Behemoth kept the Latina pinned to the glistening blue plastic like a bug on a card. Pandora released the distended togs of the Baroness and softly patted Mendoza's keister.
"All this talk about you Latina ladies owning this place," Panny purred. "You had a good run, but let's face it. I own any place I stand." Pandora slid off Gabby settling on her haunches next to the Terrible Texan's noggin. She surrounded the front of Gabby's neck with one palm and the back with the other then hauled a gagging, flailing Baroness to her feet as the buxom blonde rose. Pandora turns to the crowd above then to the bulging eyes of Gabs.
"Say good night, loser!"
Panny didn’t really give the Baroness much of a chance to do so, vaulting the wide-eyed, bubble-blower up to her shoulders, Mendoza's glistening, tawny legs bicycling, before CHOKESLAMMING Gabby into the Pit floor, ripping the blue plastic, exposing some of the thin cushioning beneath. A shudder rippled through Gabby's otherwise motionless, spreadeagled frame. Pandora looked down upon her foe. "I didn't expect much," she said to the FAWNatics, then motioned toward the softly stirring Gabby. "But this?"
The FAWNatics responded with a challenging cheer, daring the would-be Baroness to find new ways to amuse herself. Smirking, the Beach Colossus bent down and helped herself to a grip on Mendoza’s left ankle and wrist. From there she stood up and stepped back, thus wrenching Gabby’s limbs away from her body at a rather awkward angle. “Any one of you losers think I can’t throw her all the way out of the Pit?” she asked the fans. “Go ahead, tell me I can’t, I dare you!”
Now, the crowd didn’t have much love in their hearts for the Babyfaced Killer, but no one had any particular interest in seeing her transformed into an oily, shrieking discus. Except alas for some smart-ass several rows back who shouted, ‘Y’AINT GOT NOTHIN’, PANDORA!”
That was all the incentive Panny needed to spin in place. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was whirling like an ice skater clinging to the world’s most reluctant partner.
Actually, calling Mendoza reluctant was the understatement of the year. She shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and bawled a seemingly endless ”PUT MEEEEEEE DOOOOOOOOWWWWN!”[/B] but she didn’t travel so much as an inch until the moment Pandora let loose and she went THWHUMPING into the Pit wall a good four feet up! Not nearly enough to clear the edge of course, yet Gabby still hit hard enough to bounce her back to just shy of where she’d started, the once domineering Baroness tumbling and sloshing through the oil like a mannequin that’d learned to gro--THAWHAPSPLAT!
Pandora leapt up, threw herself forward at the apex and came CRASHING down on her prey with the Biggest Big Splash the Pit had seen since its inception! Mendoza’s legs sputtered up so Panny shoved them aside, the blonde conqueror looking both amused and bored as she ran up a whole highlight reel on the devastated brunette.
Panny slid her unmatched frame up Gabby's spasming body until the Amazon's abdominal expanse covered the features of the Latina lovely. Smothered under the greased tummy of the bronzed blonde, Gabby sputtered and flailed back to life, trying to push the beaming Pandora off but unable until FAWN's Most Feared rose of her own accord. "DO I OWN THIS BYTCH?" Panny shouted and the crowd couldn’t help but respond with a resounding 'YES!' chant.
The busty blonde behemoth nodded along. She grabbed a wrist of the ragdolled Mendoza and tugged the rubbery, bankrupt G-Money to her feet. Dipping, Panny wrapped her arms around Gabby's midriff and cinched tight. Grisly Bear Hug already seemingly threatening to burst Mendoza's dark eyes from their sockets, Panny walked the edge of the Pit, carrying around the wriggling Mendoza like a prize. She rattled the senses from Gabby with a swing of from side to side of the Babyfaced Baroness, leaving the Latina limp in her enveloping embrace. Eventually Pandora stomped to the center with her cargo. She spun and charged the wall, pancaking Gabby's limp body between her and the unforgiving side of the Pit. Releasing her grip, a smirking Pandora let Gabs seep to the Pit floor, puddling at her feet. She dramatically stifled a yawn. "Let's put this bytchface to bed!"
With no one (let alone Gabby) in position to stop her, Panny dropped to her knees beside the breathless brunette and carefully positioned Mendoza’s left arm between her thighs. Scissoring the limb far tighter than necessary, the blonde reached over Gabby’s torso and seized her right wrist in both hands.
Perhaps sensing the arrival of the inevitable, the Babyfaced Kewpie shook her head and huffed, “No!” as defiantly as she could.
Which was to say, not at all.
Still smirking, Pandora hunched over the pinned Texan and stretched out flat, the former World Champion bringing those pride-destroying abdominals to bear atop the Baroness’ upturned features.
“MMMMMRRRRPPHHH! HHHHRRRRRMMMMMPPPHHHHHHH!” Gabby kicked her feet and bucked her hips, but it was like watching the Coyote try to crawl out from under a safe. Or perhaps the Wicked Witch trying to ease her way from beneath a house. Either way it was a pitiable effort that ultimately amounted to nothing. Within ten seconds her left hand was slapping Pandora’s glutes with everything she had left.
Panny rose up just high enough to brush her navel across the tip of the brunette’s nose. “Yes?”
“Guuuuhhh….give! GivMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHH!”
Pandora dropped down full force, crushing the submission beneath her tummy. “LOUDER, BYTCH!” she demanded. “GIVE!”
Gabby sobbed when air returned several seconds later. “GIVE! I GIVMMMMMPPPHHH!”
“You WHAT?”
“I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT, JUST OOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Pandora sat up, raised both hands high overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on the now former Baroness’ belly like she was little more than a sacrificial altar. Nodding her head as she was announced the winner and NEEEEEEEEEW Oil Baroness, the Beach Colossus grabbed hold of Mendoza’s waistband and casually stripped her of the ceremonial garb.
“Gonna need this in a grown-up size.” Panny noted as she hoisted the trophy high. “Get used to this, people! The Baroness of Baroness’ is here and she’s gonna OWN this Pit!”
Got a special treat for you in this month's edition of the Oil Report, our first ever Gauntlet!
Hope you enjoy,
~RF
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When Bethany decided the pre-Mania oil engagement would be a Pit-acular to clarify who was the rightful Baroness after the clusterf*ck of August, no one knew for sure how she’d get it done within the three matches on the card.
The inimitable Christian determined a Gauntlet fit the bill and the fates would shape who had the best chance to emerge with the prize.
Gabby Mendoza picked the short straw and no amount of cursing and cajoling could move her out of leadoff. Her foe in the first, a delighted and dangerous Elizabeth Cromwell, the freckled fighter from Liverpool eager to show Latinas DON’T DO IT BETTER!
GABBY MENDOZA:
ELIZABETH CROMWELL:
And through the first five minutes Lizzie did just that, taking control immediately and not letting up, riding, grinding, scratching, clawing, the Boarding School Princess used all her catty ways to leave the tawny-skinned Mendoza a gasping, shiny bubble blower. Mendoza tried to employ the glistening blue plastic beneath her, the Pit floor greasing her chest and tummy, allowing her to slide along the surface, but Cromwell body surfed with the Texan like G-Money was her boogie board.
Panting and flustered at her inability to shake the Brit, Gabby spun beneath the ivory-skinned Englishwoman, going nose to nose. With no pins in the Pit, it’s a viable alternative to try and turn the tables while her shoulders were planted on plastic. But Elizabeth split her wickets with a raised right knee putting an end to that scheme.
Gabby’s dark eyes bulged, her hands shooting to her crotch, the Baroness trying weakly to push the invading bony cap out of her privates, lower lip quivering.
“Oh yes, that’s right dearie.” Cromwell cooed as she punctuated her first Kneelift with… a second Kneelift. “All that posturing and mouthing off finally caught up with you hasn’t it?”
“Stuhhh… stuff it, bytchface.” Mendoza moaned from beneath the lounging Lioness. “You’re not fit to carry my AAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Lizzie slipped her legs beneath the Texan’s, taking particular care to lock their ankles. Then she wrenched those captured stems at a near forty-five degree angle to send a bolt of pain from Gabby’s groin to her knees and back again. Absolutely delighted by the misery stamped on the brunette’s features, Cromwell snuggled in cheek to cheek, using her own to turn the Baroness’ head to the side. “Care to repeat yourself, Baroness? I couldn’t hear you over the screaming.”
Mendoza cursed, bucked her hips and tried to free her wrists from the Briton’s iron grip but Elizabeth didn’t just ride it out, she smothered it, Mendoza looking as lost and hapless tonight as she had during the closing moments of her first oily encounter with the Raven.
“You’re mine.” Cromwell snarled once the worst of her prey’s wriggling died down. “Abdicate the Pit this second and perhaps I won’t feed you to Pandora before the night is--”
“Screw that bytch.” Gabriella huffed. “You already proved you’ll never beat her. Just like you’ll never beat OOOOOOHHH STAAAAAAAAAHP!”
The BSP stretched her Grapevine even wider, but the increased strain on her thighs wasn’t the source of Mendoza’s agony. No, that came from Cromwell’s right hand, which had abandoned its grip on the Baroness’ wrists (once they’d been crossed for easy containment by her left) in favor of a grip on Gabby’s black waistband. Those fans that remembered how she’d broken Marisa Fuentes and Luisa Campos were hardly surprised when she yaaaaaaaaaaanked the lycra up and out in an utterly merciless inverted wedgie!
Not acting at all like Sammie Sinclair's one-time Upstart-adjacent frenemy, Cromwell bore down, shifting from hateful wedgie to a literally underhanded claw of Mendoza's sweet spot. As Gabby howled in agony, a pink wad of Bubblicious tumbled from her lips. Mendoza sent her nails into her own scalp, trying to spread the pain, but it's fruitless. And while Lizzie continued to stretch the groin of the Baroness with her grapevining stems, she shredded the juncture of Gabby's glistening bronzed gams.
Mendoza's right palm fluttered over the Pit floor, Cromwell appearing to have found the maneuver to take out her third chica Pit fighter in a row. But Gabby's fingers clenched instead of patting the plastic. She sent both set of fingers behind Elizabeth's noggin, delving into her auburn locks. Suddenly, she crunched her abs enough to rise and send a Headbutt into the Brit, forehead clunking against forehead. And while Lizzie's invading digits loosened and fell limp as Cromwell tried to blink her senses back into place, Gabby's eyes went glassy as well, her knock to the noggin at least acting as general anesthesia from the throbbing pain below.
The Headbutt may have ended Lizzie’s diabolical traps, unfortunately it also transformed the Englishwoman into stunned deadweight that kept the Baroness glued to the Pit Floor. With no threat of a pin-fall Mendoza didn’t waste any energy trying to get a shoulder up, rather she cinched her arms around Cromwell’s waist and began to squeeeeeeeeze. The compression burned away the worst of the fog between Lizzie’s ears, which in turn allowed her to brace her knees against the blue plastic, thus preventing Gabby from reversing their positions with the Hug.
“Guuuuhhhh… get the hell off, you pasty bytch.” Mendoza growled as she continued to bear down. “Your Baroness commands NNGGHH!”
Cromwell’s hands found the Texan’s hair, yanked her noggin off the floor and thumped it one, two, three times! After the third she slid her left hand down over Mendoza’s mouth and nose and sealed both passages tight! Eyes wide, Gabby’s hug grew that much tighter, yet the Young Lioness continued to make her life miserable courtesy of a mean-spirited nostril pinch. “Isn’t it obvious, girl? You’re not Baroness anymore. And you will NEVER command anything of meEEERRRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Unwilling to abandon the Hug entirely, Mendoza segued from the traditional S-clasp to a snug grip on her right bicep, thus allowing her to slide that hand down until she found the challenger’s waistband. The retaliatory wedgie that followed was enough to narrow Lizzie’s eyes to black slots, but she still refused to allow Gabby a breath unmuffled by her slippery hand.
The lack of oxygen had Mendoza's chest heaving. She thrashed her face from side to side, trying to rid herself of Cromwell's catty smother while unwilling to give up her own grip to do it. Finding the receiving end of the inverted wedgie to be the bitterest taste of her own medicine, Lizzie's eyes began to well. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to give G-Money the satisfaction of... "AWWWWWGAWWWD!"
Another yank broke the facade of the freckled fighter and Lizzie abandoned the smother to send her digits below in defense. She wrapped her palms around Gabby's right wrist, trying to maneuver the throttling wedgie off. She rolled to a hip and shoulder, giving up her topside position to get more room to maneuver. Mendoza unhooked her left arm and brought a balled fist CRASHING into the BSP's right temple. The redhead's opposite cheek SPLURSHED into the Pit floor as Mendoza finally relented on her frontal flossing. She pivoted and slipped her legs under and above the meaty sides of the freckled grappler, just under each set of ribs. Ignoring the incessant ache from her crotch, the Baroness CLAMPED DOWN on a Bodyscissors that Lizzie only made worse when she reflexively rolled to her chest. Now the bronzed beauty's thighs pressed tight into abs and spine. Desperation flooding Cromwell's face, she grasped at the Pit floor, trying to pull/slide her way out from Gabby's ravenous stems, G-Money showing the dinero, lower limbs flexing, drawing a throaty gasp from the self-proclaimed lucha killer.
“What’s the matter, chica?” Gabby panted. “That big mouth of yours having trouble breathing?” Cromwell didn’t bother to answer, she was too busy powering to all fours in search of some leverage that’d let her escape Mendoza’s gra--CRA--CRAA-CRAAACK!
The Baroness earned a loud roar from the crowd and an indignant yelp from Lizzie when she administered a trio of hard slaps to the Briton’s bunched buttocks!
“Bawdy trollop.” Cromwell groaned as she fought for purchase against the slick plastic. “You’re going to pay for this with your HEYYNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Mendoza caught hold of the redhead’s left wrist, wrenched it out from underneath and pinned the whole works between Lizzie’s shoulders with a Hammerlock that sent her chest-first into the slick blue plastic! “You’re the one that’s about to pay, Crommie.” Gabby sneered as she continued to jostle the Hammerlock and bear down on the Scissors. “And you’re going to do so with a rousing rendition of my favorite song!”
Lizzie didn’t much like the sound of that, alas she didn’t have much say in the matter until the Terrible Texan relinquished the Scissors and used the joint-lock to roll her onto her back. And ultimately the protestations she did manage amounted to little more than a breathless ‘OOOOFFFFHHH!’ once Gabby scrambled into a hard, heavy seat on her chest. Knees pressed together (to better cover the ginger’s pasty face with her golden thighs) the Babyfaced Killer put her hands on her hips and began to bounce ever so slightly.
“Sing loud if you know the words, puta.”
The bouncing kicked off in earnest, each butt on breasts collision jaunting merrily along to the tune of ‘Quit, quit, bytchface quit!’
Elizabeth's flawless features were turned into a bellows, great forced exhales escaping her lips along with the chants as a glowing and glistening Mendoza bounced on her foe's bosom.
"Quit. Bytchface. Quit!"
The FAWNatics had picked it up the chant so well, Gabby let them carry the load as she concentrated on making the pesky Brit surrender. The Brat got Marisa and Luisa but neither of her fellow Latinas were Baroness material and didn't have that Baroness bounce.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Elizabeth's eyes grew wider with each inability to draw a full breath and with each failure, her breasts were bruised, pancaked against her sternum. This was how the Raven went out and Cromwell knew she had to escape the predicament. Her soles pressed and flailed against the Pit floor. She found enough friction to move forward a couple inches but Gabby shifted with her and RAMMED her backside into her foe's ivory chest and the scant spandex covering it.
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
And from above the enclosure. ‘QUIT BYTCHFACE QUIT!’
For a moment, it's G-Money who quit. But only to move from front straddle to reverse. Again, she started the hammer blows from her backside but added dual Claws of Lizzie's tummy, driving ruby-tipped stilettos into the Brit’s blotchy abdomen. She flattened her palms and pressed them into Cromwell's weakening midriff to force even more air out via the compressed diaphragm then CRASHED her oil-soaked booty into the bombarded bosom.
A flattened Elizabeth was smooshed like asphalt beneath a road grader, the soft 'oooofs' multiplying, suddenly interrupted by a whimpered 'please'.
A grinning Gabby glanced over her shoulder. "You hear 'em. Quit bytchface and it'll all be..."
Cromwell interrupted with as loud an 'I QUIT' as her raspy voice could manage and an eagle-eared official signaled for the bell, bringing the FAWNatics to a delighted crescendo, the Babyfaced Killer ceasing her pounding, but surreptitiously sliding her derriere toward the sobbing face of the cratered BSP.
Lizzie tried to shake her head ‘no, no, no!’ butt Gabby’s glutes were already up over her chin and it was the span of mere heartbeats to fully engulf the defeated challenger’s pained features. Sudden total oxygen deprivation resulted in a brief increase in the Englishwoman’s resistance, not that it caused Mendoza any real concern. She only twined her toes in Cromwell’s tangled locks and waggled hips to seal the once boasting Brit in buttocks.
“Hmmmmmmmh, what do we have here?” Gabby blew, then *popped* a huge pink bubble even as she hooked an index finger between Cromwell’s tri-color cups and pulled up, freeing her bounty. Sluggish though they were, this still raised Elizabeth’s hands to something approximating defense, alas Mendoza only swatted them aside so she could take her prey’s buds and twisssssssssssssst with all her might!
“WHO’S THE BARONESS?” Gabby barked over those buzzing shrieks. “IS IT YOU?”
“NuuuuhhhhhhNOOOOHHHHH!” Cromwell pleaded. “Issszzzyooouuuuuuhhh!”
Mendoza finished with a final vile tweak, then leaned down, hooked her arms under Elizabeth’s thighs and pulled her stems up in an inescapable Reverse Matchbook that displayed the bold message on the seat of her briefs in rather galling fashion:
BRITS DO IT BEST!
Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Gabby hooked her fingers into Cromwell’s leg-holes and yanked until the message had entirely vanished between her foe’s helpless cheeks. “Who does it best, bytchface?” she cooed. “Who does it best?”
“Luuuuuhhh….Lahtinuhs!” Elizabeth sobbed.
“Wrong answer, sweetness.” Mendoza raised both hands overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on Cromwell’s rump before she got up and shoved the snuffling challenger onto her stomach. Placing a foot on the slim curve of Lizzie’s conquered backside, Gabby tapped her chest with an index finger and said, “I do it best.”
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A basket was lowered on one side of the Pit for a semiconscious Cromwell to be laid inside by a FAWN attendant then raised out of the war zone. As the demolished redhead was evacuated and the flunky scrambled up a ladder, on the opposite side, a ladder was dropped into place and Chloe Fields entered the battlefield.
CHLOE FIELDS:
Gabby, recovering most of her breath from the first battle, didn’t waste an instant. Tossing aside any time she might receive for recovery from the successful first foray into her gauntlet, G-Money charged Strawberry, dipped a shoulder, and PLOWED into the tawny tummy of her fellow Latina with a gutting Spear.
Chloe’s spine and the back of her head CRACKED against the steel behind her and, when Mendoza pulled away, the ponytailed brunette melted to her knees. Behind, the ladder was quickly pulled up. In front, a grinning Gabby CRASHED a knee into the drooping forehead of Fields, snapping Chloe’s cranium back. The Upstart ended seated Indian-style, back against the Pit floor, already looking in worse shape than the bubble-blower, who pulled a cube of Bubblicious from her cleavage and started chompin’.
“Girl never should have been allowed in here with real Latina Fire,” Mendoza assured between exaggerated chews. “She’s gonna find this in all kinds of special places.”
The Babyfaced Killer blew a huge sphere before popping it with her tongue then sent a Soccer Kick into the pink bikini top of Strawberry, mashing its contents.
“I could take out ten Cromwells and still be too much for this!” Mendoza insisted, sinking her nails into Chloe’s pony and yanking the wincing brunette to her soles before stuffing a forearm under Fields’ chin to pin her to the wall.
Ten minutes later and Mendoza’s earlier bombast was nowhere to be seen. Chloe hadn’t just hung tough, she’d roared her way back into the fight, the former Lightweight Champion ducking a potentially catastrophic Froot Stripe Spike at just the right time! Missing the blow had smashed Mendoza’s right thumb into the Pit wall, leaving her cursing and distracted until Fields THWHUMPED her to the oily deck with a huge Lungblower. After that Chloe turned the Pit into her own private pinball game, Strawberry’s favorite wrestler just bouncing in from every conceivable angle to THWHAP, THUMP, SPLOOT and most importantly SPLASH[/b] the floundering brunette as hard and as often as possible. Chloe didn’t slow things down until a particularly snug 450 left Mendoza curled up on her side with both arms strapped tight across her gulping tummy.
“So, you think you’re too tuff for the likes of me? That big, bad Gabby Mendoza doesn’t sweat little ol’ Chloe Fields?”
The would-be Baroness slipped her hands under Gabby’s armpits and tugged up until she was able to lace her hands across the back of the brunette’s neck in a Full Nelson. The Babyfaced Killer began to squirm at once but her sullen defenses weren’t nearly enough to prevent Fields from lacing her legs around opposing midsection. Gabby stifled a sob, the sound earning a beaming smile from Chloe.
I hope you choke on that gum, ya big meanie.”
Scuuuu… screw you.” Mendoza groaned. “Even if you pulled off the miracle of the millennium, Pandora would wring you like a towEEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
hloe bore down on the Scissors while simultaneously wrenching the Nelson from side to side. “Worth it!” she exclaimed. “Facing her is worth stamping a big L on your forehead. And even if I did lose, I wouldn’t run from Panny, which is more than I can say about you!”
Gabby squirmed and writhed, trying to rid herself of the Upstart but even with both women doused in baby oil, Chloe's riding tight, arms and legs looped around G-Money. Mendoza pivoted and got Chloe below her, but with Strawberry's shoulders on the Pit floor not being an issue, Fields just controlled her fellow Latina from underneath. Chloe rattled the braincase of the bubble-blower, nearly spilling the pink wad from Gabby's mouth. Fields upped the ante by shifting her arms, snaking them around Mendoza's skull in a Sleeper Hold, pressing tight to her foe's carotid and temples. The maneuver put Gabby's escape efforts into overdrive, the Babyfaced Killer realizing she could take a nap at the hands of Strawberry.
With her dark eyes getting glassy, Gabby prized at Chloe's grip with her freed hands, digging her thumbs into the tender part of the Upstart's wrists. The Terrible Texan was able to shift to a seated position and changed her focus, sending alternating elbows into the slender, scissoring thighs of Fields. Getting some slack in the locking legs, and with the help of the greasy coating covering her frame, Gabby built enough slack to finally pop her head out from Chloe's grasp. Mendoza struggled to her feet, legs a bit too rubbery to get her to vertical quickly. She turned to face her foe and ATE a Super Kick to the chin from the stalking Strawberry. Gabby's body stiffened board straight and she timbered to a splurshing spreadeagle, apparently out cold. Above, Panny's convinced, rising from her director's chair in a barely there floral bikini.
Fields gave the looming Destroyer the briefest of glances. No use worrying about snakes in the garden when there were spiders in the bed. Speaking of which, she stomped over to Mendoza, caught hold of a wrist and peeled her off the mat in stages. “Always biting, always chewing, always with a sharp word for everyone. I don’t much care for Lenore myself, but you know what made me smile? When she did this!” Chloe flicked out her free hand, just CRAAACKING the woozy brunette across the mouth.
Mendoza flinched at the instant welt, but her head snapped back and she locked eyes with the Upstart. “What the f*ck was that? Was that supposed to be a OOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Fields lit up her décolletage with an overhand slap that had Mendoza stamping her feet to better distribute the anguish. She was still shifting back n’ forth when Chloe grabbed a Front Facelock and sprinted toward the wall. Forced to trail alongside, Mendoza had no understanding of the trouble she was in until Fields hopped up, planted both feet on the wall and pushed off in a gloriously slippery half circle. A Tornado DDT seemed all but assured, so the Fields Fanatics were pleasantly surprised when their heroine threaded her legs around Gabby’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed hard!
Guillotine Choke sunk in deep, Chloe bobbled up and down in the Terrible Texan’s lap and demanded, “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!”
Still woozy from the sleeper, Mendoza's journey from early dominance to Upstart victim was nearly complete. The FAWNatics on the upper rim of the Pit cheered the pink-clad, dimpled grappler on as Fields tightened her noose and the flailing arms of Gabby slowed to a flutter. "You're not going tuhhh…" Gabby's thoughts became blurred, her ability to speak escaping like something thick running down a drain. Clenching her fingers into fists, G-Money thwapped short little kidney punches into the bronzed sides of Strawberry.
A teeth-gritting Chloe rode the storm out, determined to send the Baroness to beddy-bye. It's when the punches become frantic nail draaags across her foe’s lower back that Gabby found some results, Chloe shrieking in stinging pain. Three swipes was enough for Fields to release her Guillotine, push Gabby's upper body back enough to create some space and toss a Forearm Shiver in the direction of Mendoza's left jawline. But Gabby pivoted and the impact glanced off her chin. Mendoza snatched the proffered right arm of the Upstart and spun into a Fujiwara Armbar, the crowd groaning at the sight of the Baroness finding her oily footing against FAWN's own personal Pink Ranger.
Leaned in with all her weight just below Chloe’s right shoulder, Gabby planted her feet as firm as the oil would allow and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back in an effort to snap her opponent’s arm clean off. “GIVE IT UP, BYTCH-FACE!” she bellowed around the intrusion of her gum. “GIVE IT UP, YOU’RE NO MATCH FOR MEERRRGGHHH!”
Fields reached over, caught an awkward handful of hair and pulled as hard as she could. “I‘LL NEVER GIVE UP, BRAT!” Chloe barked right back. “AND WATCH YOUR MOUTHOOOOOOWWWWWW!”
Gabby twisted her head to one side and sank her teeth into Fields’ exposed bicep! Fields let go of the hair-hold, curled her claw into a fist and pounded it against the floor. “QUITTING, BYTCH-FACE?” the brunette sneered. “I wanna hear you say WHOOOAAAHH!”
The former Lightweight Champion pushed up, tucked her head tight and tumbled over onto her back to alleviate the pressure of the Armbar! Scrambling to a crouch immediately thereafter, she stuffed that hand in Mendoza’s face to force the Texan’s head to one side as they both clambered to their fe-- “NNNNGGGHHH!”
Gabby stamped on the redhead’s toes and grrrrrrrrround her heel back ‘n forth until Fields was hopping on one foot! Quick to convert the remnants of her Armbar to a simple Wristlock, Mendoza took two big steps back, dropped her hips and sent Chloe hurtling into the wall with a THWHUMPING Irish Whip! Fields bounced away with a breathless grunt, staggered ‘round in a half circle and-- Gabby sprang, caught both hands around the back of Chloe’s head and pulled her down even as she knocked her right knee against curve of her opponent’s cheek. Then gravity brought her down on her back but the splash of her landing was overwhelmed by the THWHONK of Fields’ bubble bursting wide open!
The impact of Gabby's knees to Chloe's flawless features sent Strawberry shooting back up to her haunches, Strawberry's head on a bobble, dark eyes glazed. On tilt, arms limp at her side, Chloe stared toward the rising Mendoza but didn’t see her. G-Money wobbles after reaching vertical, the Upstart's efforts to put her to sleep leaving Gabs with some cobwebs to clear. She backed her way to the wall behind, gives her head a shake, and surged forward as fast as her slippery footing allows and KINSHASA!
The Babyfaced Killer brought a new weapon to her Pit, Mendoza’s ’Atomic Jawbreaker’ an instant equalizer or, in this instance, instant advancement. Chloe spun in a twisting, kneeling pirouette away from the blasting impact. She finished on her side, burbling incoherently, limbs moving awkwardly, accomplishing nothing.
Sliding to a stop, a tired grin emerged on the Baroness and she strode to the Upstart, shoveling Chloe to her back with a foot then taking a familiar Schoolgirl Pin position atop the dazed Strawberry. Planting her ass atop Chloe's modest assets, knees on the brunette's biceps, Mendoza paintbrushed Fields' cheek to bring Chloe out of her stupor. Gabs stared down at Chloe's look of confusion, oil dripping from the tip of her nose onto the Upstart's lips. Gabby rose to an elevated kneel and THWUMPED her backside down into Chloe's sternum CRUSHING her foe's bosom between. She nodded at the suddenly fearful face of the Upstart.
"Oh yeah," the gum chewer chuckled.
“NonononononononoOOOFFFFFFHHHH!” Fields’ denials came to an abrupt, breathless end when Mendoza went up on her knees and dropped back down, delivering a full payload of Butt Bomb to the redhead’s chest! Chloe grunted, raised her hands to palm Gabby’s glutes and let out a disappointed groan when the Terrible Texan caught both wrists and plonked them back to the oil.
“Not yet, sweetie.” she purred. “The sing-along’s about to begin!”
This was a partial truth, as the Baroness herself didn’t utter so much as a word. She did however switch the pace of her callipygian crushing to a simple beat that the Pit Fanatics knew by heart. Thusly it wasn’t too long before most of them were chanting, Quit, quit bytch-face quit!
“Hear ‘em?” Mendoza chided over the sound of the crowd, the thump of her glutes and the snap of her own gum. “All those loyal fans of yours are just so eager to jump ship when my ass is crushing your fugly face! Oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself!” Gabby pushed up, swung ‘round and settled down even harder, those black and gold Baroness briefs molding to Fields’ mouth and nose like a second skin. “NOW my ass is crushing your fugly face!”
Strawberry’s only response was a pained whine, which earned her nothing but a fresh round of bounce-grinding. Unwilling to accept defeat even when it was, ahem, staring her in the face, Chloe kicked both legs up and ‘smecked’ them around the Babyfaced Killer’s waist. Alas Gabby snaked her arms around the redhead’s calves and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was looking directly up at the last Gauntlet participant. “Go on, fat ass.” she sneered. “Ask her how it feels!”
Panny said nothing, Chloe on the other hand began to paddle and flail at those suffocating cheeks, Fields offering a whimpery, nasal, “AYYE GHIIIIB!”
Gabby pushed off her as soon as the bell sounded, the battle-tested brunette backing to the far side of the Pit even as she urged the officials to drop the ladder. “Get her down here!” she demanded. “I SAID GET HER SLOPPY ASS DOWN HERE!”
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Smiling ever so slightly, Pandora rose from her director’s chair and strode to the ladder a FAWN flunky was lowering into the Pit. She made as if to step onto it, then whipped around and simply dropped down in a plummeting freefall that ended with her landing on one knee looking for all the world like some curvy blonde Terminator sent back from a grim future where baby oil was the world’s most precious resource.
PANDORA:
The tremor of her landing actually knocked Mendoza off balance for a moment, but Gabby recovered in an instant and launched herself at the former World Champion with a Low Dropkick aimed at one of those beach-bronzed thi-- Pandora twisted aside, leaving the Babyfaced Killer to skid through the oil until her feet collided with the Pit Wall. Cursing, the Baroness rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fo--“NNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
Panny stepped over the prone brunette and simply dropped into a deep crouch, the Beach Titan THWHUMPING her butt into Mendoza’s upper back! Gabz hit the oil with a loud SPLERSH that was quickly drowned out by her caterwauling because Pandora cupped her hands under the smaller wrestler’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back on a Colossal Clutch! “C’mon Baroness!” the blonde teased as she bobbled Mendoza’s head from side to side. “Show me what’cha got!”
But what Gabby had was a lot of moaning and groaning, Panny pulling Mendoza into an ugly arch that had the crowd grimacing and Mendoza's dark eyes pointed to the bright lights above the pit. They welled, as it surely felt like her vertebrae were ready to snap. The snarling Amazon yanked Mendoza even farther, into an ungodly 'C' shape, the muffled cries of the Baroness now pointed toward the mountainous chest of the blonde.
"I could snap you in half right now," Pandora informed matter-of-factly. "But these people paid good money to see me...so."
Panny released her grip and let Gabby's face and chest SPLOSH to the oily Pit floor. The Babyfaced Killer reached for the base of her spine, mewling as she tried to massage away a fraction of the pain. Coldly, or as much as Pandora could be in the warm oil of the environs, the tanned towering Force of Nature rose, pivoted and dropped in a Senton across Gabby's already bruised spinal column. G-Money blew her wad, literally. The pink gum burst from between her lips and shot several feet away. An observant Pandora chuckled, rose from the wriggling Latina and strode to Gabby's chaw, plucking it from the gooey, translucent slime. "You dropped something," she said to Mendoza, Gabby rolling to her back to protect it. Pandora dropped next to the head of the Baroness then STUFFED the gum back into her foe's mouth but kept her palm covering the opening after doing so. She then pinched Gabby's nose with her opposite hand, ready for playtime with the Baroness.
Mendoza started to flail as soon as her oxygen was cut off, the beleaguered Baroness scrabbling, then raking, then finally gouging at the challenger’s forearms, all to no avail. “Oh, do you want out, little girl? Lemme hear you say please!” Pandora teased.
“MMMRRRRGGHHHHH!” Gabby shrieked around the crushing muffler of the blonde’s mitts. “LEGGOYUHBIGBIDWUUUUNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Apparently the ‘tude wasn’t much to Panny’s liking because she yanked the former Lightweight Champion’s head offa the floor and BOUNCED it once, twice, three times! This brought an end to the sass and the clawing, so Pandora relinquished her own grip to roll the brunette onto her belly. Shifting to one knee, the Destroyer’s Destroyer placed her left foot on the back of Mendoza’s neck, then flattened her right hand into a paddle and swatted Gabby’s glutes until the Baroness reached back with both hands in a fitful show of defense.
“Get that shyt outta here!” Panny sniffed before swatting the Texan’s hands aside. “Oh and before I forget, who said you could wear my bottoms?”
Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed a fistful of Gabby’s black briefs and YANKED up and out, the subsequent wedgie high and hard enough to lift Mendoza’s hips several inches above the oil! “Wanna give it up, Baroness?” the challenger asked in a tone of supreme condescension. “Or am I going to make you eat these like you made Lenore eat your gum?”
The wincing, yipping G-Money tried to use the slippery goo coating every inch of her frame to slip out from under the domineering Amazon, but the big blonde bully wouldn’t have it. The Beach Behemoth kept the Latina pinned to the glistening blue plastic like a bug on a card. Pandora released the distended togs of the Baroness and softly patted Mendoza's keister.
"All this talk about you Latina ladies owning this place," Panny purred. "You had a good run, but let's face it. I own any place I stand." Pandora slid off Gabby settling on her haunches next to the Terrible Texan's noggin. She surrounded the front of Gabby's neck with one palm and the back with the other then hauled a gagging, flailing Baroness to her feet as the buxom blonde rose. Pandora turns to the crowd above then to the bulging eyes of Gabs.
"Say good night, loser!"
Panny didn’t really give the Baroness much of a chance to do so, vaulting the wide-eyed, bubble-blower up to her shoulders, Mendoza's glistening, tawny legs bicycling, before CHOKESLAMMING Gabby into the Pit floor, ripping the blue plastic, exposing some of the thin cushioning beneath. A shudder rippled through Gabby's otherwise motionless, spreadeagled frame. Pandora looked down upon her foe. "I didn't expect much," she said to the FAWNatics, then motioned toward the softly stirring Gabby. "But this?"
The FAWNatics responded with a challenging cheer, daring the would-be Baroness to find new ways to amuse herself. Smirking, the Beach Colossus bent down and helped herself to a grip on Mendoza’s left ankle and wrist. From there she stood up and stepped back, thus wrenching Gabby’s limbs away from her body at a rather awkward angle. “Any one of you losers think I can’t throw her all the way out of the Pit?” she asked the fans. “Go ahead, tell me I can’t, I dare you!”
Now, the crowd didn’t have much love in their hearts for the Babyfaced Killer, but no one had any particular interest in seeing her transformed into an oily, shrieking discus. Except alas for some smart-ass several rows back who shouted, ‘Y’AINT GOT NOTHIN’, PANDORA!”
That was all the incentive Panny needed to spin in place. Slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was whirling like an ice skater clinging to the world’s most reluctant partner.
Actually, calling Mendoza reluctant was the understatement of the year. She shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ and bawled a seemingly endless ”PUT MEEEEEEE DOOOOOOOOWWWWN!”[/B] but she didn’t travel so much as an inch until the moment Pandora let loose and she went THWHUMPING into the Pit wall a good four feet up! Not nearly enough to clear the edge of course, yet Gabby still hit hard enough to bounce her back to just shy of where she’d started, the once domineering Baroness tumbling and sloshing through the oil like a mannequin that’d learned to gro--THAWHAPSPLAT!
Pandora leapt up, threw herself forward at the apex and came CRASHING down on her prey with the Biggest Big Splash the Pit had seen since its inception! Mendoza’s legs sputtered up so Panny shoved them aside, the blonde conqueror looking both amused and bored as she ran up a whole highlight reel on the devastated brunette.
Panny slid her unmatched frame up Gabby's spasming body until the Amazon's abdominal expanse covered the features of the Latina lovely. Smothered under the greased tummy of the bronzed blonde, Gabby sputtered and flailed back to life, trying to push the beaming Pandora off but unable until FAWN's Most Feared rose of her own accord. "DO I OWN THIS BYTCH?" Panny shouted and the crowd couldn’t help but respond with a resounding 'YES!' chant.
The busty blonde behemoth nodded along. She grabbed a wrist of the ragdolled Mendoza and tugged the rubbery, bankrupt G-Money to her feet. Dipping, Panny wrapped her arms around Gabby's midriff and cinched tight. Grisly Bear Hug already seemingly threatening to burst Mendoza's dark eyes from their sockets, Panny walked the edge of the Pit, carrying around the wriggling Mendoza like a prize. She rattled the senses from Gabby with a swing of from side to side of the Babyfaced Baroness, leaving the Latina limp in her enveloping embrace. Eventually Pandora stomped to the center with her cargo. She spun and charged the wall, pancaking Gabby's limp body between her and the unforgiving side of the Pit. Releasing her grip, a smirking Pandora let Gabs seep to the Pit floor, puddling at her feet. She dramatically stifled a yawn. "Let's put this bytchface to bed!"
With no one (let alone Gabby) in position to stop her, Panny dropped to her knees beside the breathless brunette and carefully positioned Mendoza’s left arm between her thighs. Scissoring the limb far tighter than necessary, the blonde reached over Gabby’s torso and seized her right wrist in both hands.
Perhaps sensing the arrival of the inevitable, the Babyfaced Kewpie shook her head and huffed, “No!” as defiantly as she could.
Which was to say, not at all.
Still smirking, Pandora hunched over the pinned Texan and stretched out flat, the former World Champion bringing those pride-destroying abdominals to bear atop the Baroness’ upturned features.
“MMMMMRRRRPPHHH! HHHHRRRRRMMMMMPPPHHHHHHH!” Gabby kicked her feet and bucked her hips, but it was like watching the Coyote try to crawl out from under a safe. Or perhaps the Wicked Witch trying to ease her way from beneath a house. Either way it was a pitiable effort that ultimately amounted to nothing. Within ten seconds her left hand was slapping Pandora’s glutes with everything she had left.
Panny rose up just high enough to brush her navel across the tip of the brunette’s nose. “Yes?”
“Guuuuhhh….give! GivMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHH!”
Pandora dropped down full force, crushing the submission beneath her tummy. “LOUDER, BYTCH!” she demanded. “GIVE!”
Gabby sobbed when air returned several seconds later. “GIVE! I GIVMMMMMPPPHHH!”
“You WHAT?”
“I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT, JUST OOOOOFFFFFHHHHH!”
Pandora sat up, raised both hands high overhead and brought them CRAAACKING down on the now former Baroness’ belly like she was little more than a sacrificial altar. Nodding her head as she was announced the winner and NEEEEEEEEEW Oil Baroness, the Beach Colossus grabbed hold of Mendoza’s waistband and casually stripped her of the ceremonial garb.
“Gonna need this in a grown-up size.” Panny noted as she hoisted the trophy high. “Get used to this, people! The Baroness of Baroness’ is here and she’s gonna OWN this Pit!”