Post by dsb on Oct 22, 2019 5:15:07 GMT
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Announcer began, keen to get the festivities underway, and the FAWNatics as equally keen to let him. “The following contest will be for One Fall!! Introducing first, hailing from the Heartland of America, VALARIE! RAE!!”
This Is It
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI60IzAPQkM
For a solid twenty-five seconds or so, no-body appeared on stage, the unfamiliar yet upbeat intro filling the arena with pep aplenty and yet, when no-one materialised, no small amount of trepidation began to ripple around the arena. That was until…
“GO!!”
…burst out over the loud speakers, beginning the songs chorus and accompanied by the sudden and rapid appearance of one, Valerie Rae! The Indy Sweetheart was all a fluster as she leapt out onto the stage, her smile alight with relief as her cheeks flushed with exertion, pumping one of her fists up onto the air in salute to the audience who welcomed her arrival with a hearty cheer.
VALARIE RAE
Rolling with the moment, Valarie embraced the butterflies in her tummy, flashing her most winning smile as she dashed on over to the right side of the stage in time to greet the second…
“GO!”
…with a repeat of her fist pumping salute. The FAWNatics enjoyed it so much, she turned about face and dashed on over to the left side of the stage, accompanying the third…
“GO!”
…with an equally enthusiastic skylight thrust of her paw.
With an endearing (and somewhat dorky) skip in her step, the blonde returned to centre stage as she found herself standing before the largest crowd of her career, and lifted her hands up high. She brought them down in unison with the fourth…
“GO!”
…to blast forth from the sound system, launching herself down the ramp with a light-footed stride, the five foot four, one-hundred and twenty-five-pound Kansas native reaching out to slap more than a few outstretched palms in welcome.
Just as she was about to reach the squared circle, she took a sharp turn right ways, skimming the barricades as though she were looking for someone in particular. Her eyes lighting up with mischief, the pocket blonde spotted her intended target, a young man sporting one of her ‘Hug Nation’ T-Shirts.
Before the spectator could acknowledge his impending fortune, Valerie reached over the barricades and embraced her fanboy in a hearty hug, waiting just long enough for him to return it before she pulled back with a smirk. She plucked off her beanie hat and pulled it down over his head as a parting souvenir before she turned about heel and marched towards the waiting ring.
She slid beneath the bottom rope to enter the squared circle before popping back up onto her feet, whipping both of her hands up into the air for one final cheer before settling down. Valarie smiled and nodded to the Official before removing her jacket, setting it aside before she began rolling her shoulders, hopping from one foot to the other as she waited for her opponent.
She was not made to wait long…
“And her opponent,” the Announcer made it official, “hailing from San Diego, the Apex Supreme, DARLA! DIANE!! DAVIS!!!”
You Should See Me In A Crown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
Upon the stage emerged the sinuously revitalised Darla Diane Davis, all one-hundred and thirty-two pounds of the bountiful, powerhouse blonde radiating weaponised, self-actualisation.
Because she declared it, she was the Apex Supreme, and that belief was irresistible.
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
With a spotlight accompanying her stately traverse down the ramp, a smile quirked her lips that was as sensual as it was filled with predatory intent, her hips swaying as her arms were stretched up high, owning the undivided attention of the FAWNatics even as they lamented her coming. Her eyes, dark and sultry, never flickered about the arena, her gaze only for the squared circle as the audience drank in the sight of her glorious physique, every inch toned to visible perfection, her poise once again that of a conqueror.
She ascended the steel steps in her own time, pausing only as she reached the apron, turning her eyes to her opponent to make an appraisal. Her gaze revealed nothing of her assessment, but she showed no further hint of hesitation as she slipped between the top and middle ropes, her hips remaining all a swivel as the SoCal Babe reached centre ring, tipping her head back just so before stretching her arms out wide, allowing the FAWNatics to drink in the spectacular specimen that was the Apex Supreme.
Satisfied that she had made her presence known, Darla pivoted and sauntered over to a waiting corner, claiming dominion over the first part of her kingdom before she went about subjugating the rest.
With both competitors ready, the Official moved to…
Somewhat to his befuddlement, Valarie asked him to wait, flashing an utterly disarming smile in his direction as she advanced to centre ring. Somewhat smitten in that instant, the man in black and white cleared his throat and agreed to a momentary time out, the blonde rewarding him with a thankful nod before she turned her attention to her adversary for the evening. While the FAWNatics warned her against doing so, Valarie held out her hand in greeting, offering it for a shake…
Darla perked her brow in response, almost amused by the sheer sincerity of the gesture and, with a smile threatening to crease her lips, she shrugged with a deceptively languid roll of her powerful shoulders before she pushed out from her corner. Davis met her opposite at centre ring and, after looking at the offered paw in a somewhat perplexed fashion, she took it in her own for a firm shake, the audience releasing their collective, held breath…
…which proved to be a moment too soon, Darla not batting an eyelid as she suddenly pulled a surprised Valarie forwards and collected the ‘President for Life of Hug Nation’ up into a fearsome embrace. It was only momentary, but it was fierce enough to force out a gasp from the apple cheeked darlings’ bountiful body and pop her up off her feet, the constriction as severe as it was brief. With seemingly little effort, Davis swiftly went on to pop her powerful physique backwards and into a tight spiral, bodily swinging her opponent up and over in a textbook, Belly to Belly Suplex!!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
Retaining her grip, even after the swiftly winded Valarie had been planted against the deck, Darla scraped the Indy Heartbreaker off the canvas and forcibly returned both young women back up to vertical. Rae’s feet still weren’t allowed to touch the mat however, the golden topped cutie held aloft by her clearly stronger adversary for yet another constricting embrace, before the wincing athlete was sent hurtling back up and over for SECOND Belly to Belly Suplex!!
This time, with Valarie suitably railroaded onto her back as she struggled to regain her bearings, Darla did release her cargo, allowing Rae’s arms and legs to flop out across the canvas in a shell-shocked starfish.
There was to be no charity in the gesture however, not at Darla collected the girl’s noggin and, with a sharp wrench, bullied the well-meaning competitor up onto her knees before tugging her back up onto her feet. In a manner of speaking that is, Darla keeping her opponent folded forwards before stuffing head between her thighs in a Headscissors, leaning forwards to wrap both of her arms firmly about the girls gulping, firm tummy.
With the FAWNatics calling all manner of foul concerning the repeated cheap shots, Darla patently ignored them, Davis turning the entirety of her predatorially sultry gaze in the Officials direction. “Ring it,” she purred, the words slipping through her lips with unquestionable authority.
The man in black and white, seemingly struggling to catch up with what had been transpiring, tried to look away from Darla, but found that he couldn’t, the Apex Supreme demanding the entirety of his attention.
“The bell,” she insisted, tightening her grip on her opponent, “ring it, or this one will be made to regret it. Am I understood?”
The Official nodded, somewhat dumbly, calling for the bell much to the disappointment of those watching.
With the match officially begun, Darla tensed and prepared to make a statement, hauling her golden curled adversary for the evening off the deck deftly rotating her up to sit astride the powerful blondes’ strong shoulders, Valarie managing to shake her head ever so slightly in denial. The Epoch Empress took two steps forwards before slinging the Indy Heartbreaker forwards, dropping down to sitting at the same time to assist her in PLANTING!! Rae back and shoulders first into the canvas!!
SIT OUT POWER BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF0D4EwfVew
Valarie’s cry was as hollow as it was heartfelt, silent due to the rapid expulsion of air from her body as her back arched in a sharp spasm. She flopped, Rae’s bosom hitching erratically before she fell still, Darla retaining her grip of her opponents all too compliant stems as she rolled her up into a tight ball, her sultry gaze gazing down into the half lidded, doe eyed peepers of her foe.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Valarie THREW up a shoulder with a defiant cry, all but popping her way out from beneath her ambusher on her way to freedom, inhaling deeply as her synapses returned to firing. She had spasmed as though someone had shocked the Babyface with a defibrillator, her peepers now blinking rapidly as she clung to a renewed lease on life, the FAWNatics cheering her renewed spirit.
Darla, who had methodically pivoted up onto one knee, paused only to roll her eyes in patient resignation before deftly seizing the very same arm Valarie had used to declare her defiance. With practiced ease, she folded the captured limb in on itself at an awkward angle, elbow pointing upwards towards the rafters, her hand flattened against the canvas. Finding her own feet, Davis planted her right foot down hard on her opponents upturned palm, eliciting a short hiss of discomfort from her adversary, pinning the young woman in place with seemingly little effort.
The Apex Supreme held her arms out wide to accept her deserved adulation, but her cruelty earned little more than the FAWNatics disdain, their boos reigning down on her from every row in the audience. Darla was unfazed, her sense of self-worth utterly unshakable, and she leaned back her head before STOMPING!! downwards on Valarie’s pinned paw!!
HAND STOMP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnfiXo-XWHU
Rae released a pained yelp as she pulled her throbbing mitt away, clutching her stinging digits close to her chest as she rolled over onto her side, the tip of her right boot thrumming against the canvas as the crowd winced in sympathy.
Darla, however, had none to spare, shovelling the President of Hug Nation off the deck and forcibly returning the young woman to her feet, seizing one of her wrists before pivoting and domineeringly slinging Rae across the canvas by way of Irish Whip.
So released, Valarie shot off towards the furthest set of turnbuckles, possessing enough awareness to turn herself about at the last moment and absorb the impact across her shoulders. She winced all the same, grunting with a sharp exhale as her knees shimmied, the blonde Valarie flexing her still stinging fingers as she struggled to regain her bearings.
Unfortunately for her, Darla was still acutely aware of her own, pursuing Valarie across the ring barely a few moments after she had released her foe, the Epoch Empress leaping the last pace to positively BURY the Indy Heartbreaker beneath her divinely sculptured, utterly lethal physique.
Valarie’s own petite, power packed frame was desperate to recoil from the Avalanche Splash, but flattened as she was between Hardbody Blonde and the unyielding turnbuckles behind her, instead all she could do was expel a loud, long, breathy groan of escaped air. For a worryingly long moment, Rae’s peepers rolled back to their whites as her noggin, the only part of her anatomy that she was still free to manoeuvre, popped backwards on her shoulders into a limb curve, her chin soon rolling forwards as her thighs visibly shimmied.
Darla pushed herself backwards from the collision, grasping her opponent by the back of her head as she did so, almost possessively shoving the girl forwards out of her corner as Davis stepped aside. The blonde took her ‘victims’ place with her back braced up against the turnbuckles, her arms almost languidly draped over the top ropes as she gazed at her opponents stumbling progress, a smile just barely perking the corners of her lips as her shoulders tensed.
Just as Valarie was blinking back some semblance of awareness and turning herself about, the warnings of the FAWNatics fell on deaf ears as Darla suddenly SURGED forwards. The Leader of the Apex Nation set a blistering pace before she pivoted into a sharp spiral, extending her right arm to lead with the elbow, building considerable momentum in her swing before she SLAMMED her weaponised joint clean against the temple of the shell shocked, Kansas Ass Kicker!!
ROARING ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGI8wOMn3l0
After being literally knocked senseless, Valarie toppled sideways to the deck like a felled tree, plywood flexing with the collision as her taunt buttocks pointed skywards towards the heavens.
Darla was in no rush to capitalise, unhurried as she sauntered a circle about the ring, her arms outstretched and her hips all asway, temptation writ large, an allure to ensnare the unwary. “LOOK NOT TO THE HEAVEN’S FOR SALVATION,” she decreed, the purr of her dictation impeccable and far reaching, “FOR THE ALMIGHTY ALREADY STRIDES AMOUNGST YOU!!”
She paused, one hand settling on her hip as her right was held up high in proclamation, an emissary of the Divine if there ever was one, or certainly a Goddess in her own mind.
Satisfied that she had made her point, she slid down to the canvas and rolled the shell shocked Valarie over, Darla straddling her for a renewed pinfall that the Official was dutybound to perform.
ONE!
TWO!!
Valarie shoved up a shoulder, inhaling deeply as she did so, blinking rapidly as her senses returned in a flash of survival instinct.
Darla remained in her straddle, clucking her tongue as she gazed down at the resilient Rae, thinking the matter over before grasping the other young woman’s wrists and forcibly planting them back down against the canvas above the girl’s own head.
ONE!
Valarie shoved up a shoulder, vigour returning to her frame by the moment.
Davis set about extinguishing it, dissatisfied that Rae was not following the prescribed narrative.
Grasping the Hardbody Lightweight by her curls, Darla proceeded to rain down a series of stiff forearms to her opponents exposed forehead, pushing herself up onto one knee to achieve greater leverage as she delivered one blunt force impact after another. Dutifully delivering ten such blows, the appropriate number for such a barrage (some traitorous members of the audience seeing fit to count along with them), she retained a grip of her opponents’ tresses as she stood up.
With Valarie rendered suitably compliant, the Bountiful Blonde ducked low just long enough to muscle the dazed babyface up and over her shoulders, Darla soon standing tall with her opponent secured in a Fireman’s Carry. After taking a moment to grandiosely display her trophy, Diane prepared to…
…As if sensing impending danger, the President of Hug Nation sparked back into renewed life, self-preservation kicking in as she managed to buck herself free, the unexpected movement slipping her out through Darla’s grasp. She dropped down to the canvas with a stumble but, with her returning to earth on her adversaries’ blindside, she had that half second to spare as Davis turned about to face her.
Rae took her chance to strike, upsetting the applecart by slamming her boot up into the blondes sculptured midriff, forcing the wind out of her lungs for a change as Darla was forcibly folded forwards. Valarie didn’t hesitate, she couldn’t afford to, charging forwards into the breach and, on her way past, encircled Darla’s noggin with both of her arms, before THROWING herself backwards a mere moment later.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu8fF2xiQEw
The blonde was whiplashed to the canvas beside her, spinning with a mean torque being applied to her neck as her whole body rotated sharply, the young woman hitting the deck across her back and shoulders as her spine protested to the harsh treatment.
Valarie threw herself atop Darla, the FAWNatics cheering the unexpected reversal of fortunes, willing the smaller blonde to succeed as the Official dropped down to the canvas.
ONE!
Davis thrust her way free from the pinfall, all but shoving Rae off her whilst doing so, evidently displaying that she wouldn’t be undone quite so easily.
Both young women wasted little time in returning to vertical, and the FAWNatics were extremely vocal in which one they wanted to win this particular sprint, their enthusiasm rewarded as, when the two blondes turned to face one another, it was who Valarie connected with a beautiful Haymaker!!
Darla was knocked back a half step from the impact, shaking her head before she pushed herself back into the fray, Rae raising her right hand high as if to greet her before delivering a SECOND, sweet little haymaker to her opponent’s jaw!
The audience approved, increasing the tempo of their chorus as Davis was rocked by the duo of blows, this time sent stumbling into a full half circle. The Epoch Empress returned, shaking her head as she did so, somewhat at a stumble, to the waiting Rae.
The Indy Heartbreaker was waiting, once again raising her right hand high, holding aloft a three of her digits before she began counting down, the FAWNatics joining her in the moment…
“THREE! TWO!! ONE!!! BOOM!!!!”
…Raven UNLOADED her third Haymaker…
…which Darla deftly avoided, ducking low beneath the thunderous blow before it could connect and send her crashing to the canvas. Instead, a wide-eyed Rae was sent stumbling past her, her balance upset by the swing and a miss which left her all too vulnerable to her opponent’s counter.
Linking her right arm with Valarie’s, Davis used both of their respective momentum’s to also secure a hook of the other young woman’s right stem, exerting a surge of effort to muscle the apple cheeked darling off the canvas and strap her across her back. With her unwilling cargo so secured, a dangerously inviting smirk creased the corners of Darla’s lips before she set her hips and, despite the protests of the watching audience, began to rotate rapidly.
HURRICANE DARLA: @7:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huNGh-ruQDE
With her personal variation of the Airplane Spin in full motion, there was little more that the President of Hug Nation could do other than endure it, the Bountiful Blonde unwilling to let go until she was prepared to do so. Unfortunately, when that time arrived, releasing Rae from her grasp meant following up with a BLISTERING Facebuster!!
Valarie spasmed from the recoil before shuddering into a near lifeless heap, her buttocks still quivering as Darla shovelled her over.
Davis wasted little time in re-straddling her opponents’ hips, possessively grinding her own in a dominant, sharp rotation before she leant forwards, slipping her arms beneath Raven’s noggin before popping her shoulders up off the mat. The crowd were initially confused as to why she was seemingly sabotaging her own pinfall, before the truth dawned all too quickly enough, the Bountiful Blonde lifting Valarie’s already half lidded features and STUFFING them deep into the curvaceous crevice of her plentiful bosom.
The shoulders of the Apple Cheeked Cutie bucked sharply once, twice, three times before they visibly slumped, the tips of her fingers twitching as the already shell-shocked young woman struggled to inhale. A frankly heroic effort to lift her arms was rewarded by Darla burying her noggin even deeper into her suffocating embrace, cutting off all remaining traces of air as she ground her own hips slowly back and forth.
A final spasm heralded the end and, with Darla kissing the crown of her captive’s ensnared noggin, the Official had seen enough and moved to raise Rae’s leaden arm. He raised it high before allowing it to drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…the FAWNatics releasing a groan of disappointment following the pronouncement, Davis now secure in her victory. Darla retained her grip for a few moments longer, her sultry smile quirking ever so slightly as her music began to play…
You Should See Me In A Crown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
…before releasing her opponent and allowing the back of her head to BOUNCE off the canvas.
With her arms outstretched, she returned to vertical, circling the ring with her head held high before claiming the centre of the squared circle. Her glorious physique bathed in a single spotlight, she positively glistened with lethality, reborn for a new, more glorious era.
Through the fires of past failures, she had been re-forged.
Refined.
Perfected.
Ascended.
The Apex Supreme.
This Is It
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zI60IzAPQkM
For a solid twenty-five seconds or so, no-body appeared on stage, the unfamiliar yet upbeat intro filling the arena with pep aplenty and yet, when no-one materialised, no small amount of trepidation began to ripple around the arena. That was until…
“GO!!”
…burst out over the loud speakers, beginning the songs chorus and accompanied by the sudden and rapid appearance of one, Valerie Rae! The Indy Sweetheart was all a fluster as she leapt out onto the stage, her smile alight with relief as her cheeks flushed with exertion, pumping one of her fists up onto the air in salute to the audience who welcomed her arrival with a hearty cheer.
VALARIE RAE
Rolling with the moment, Valarie embraced the butterflies in her tummy, flashing her most winning smile as she dashed on over to the right side of the stage in time to greet the second…
“GO!”
…with a repeat of her fist pumping salute. The FAWNatics enjoyed it so much, she turned about face and dashed on over to the left side of the stage, accompanying the third…
“GO!”
…with an equally enthusiastic skylight thrust of her paw.
With an endearing (and somewhat dorky) skip in her step, the blonde returned to centre stage as she found herself standing before the largest crowd of her career, and lifted her hands up high. She brought them down in unison with the fourth…
“GO!”
…to blast forth from the sound system, launching herself down the ramp with a light-footed stride, the five foot four, one-hundred and twenty-five-pound Kansas native reaching out to slap more than a few outstretched palms in welcome.
Just as she was about to reach the squared circle, she took a sharp turn right ways, skimming the barricades as though she were looking for someone in particular. Her eyes lighting up with mischief, the pocket blonde spotted her intended target, a young man sporting one of her ‘Hug Nation’ T-Shirts.
Before the spectator could acknowledge his impending fortune, Valerie reached over the barricades and embraced her fanboy in a hearty hug, waiting just long enough for him to return it before she pulled back with a smirk. She plucked off her beanie hat and pulled it down over his head as a parting souvenir before she turned about heel and marched towards the waiting ring.
She slid beneath the bottom rope to enter the squared circle before popping back up onto her feet, whipping both of her hands up into the air for one final cheer before settling down. Valarie smiled and nodded to the Official before removing her jacket, setting it aside before she began rolling her shoulders, hopping from one foot to the other as she waited for her opponent.
She was not made to wait long…
“And her opponent,” the Announcer made it official, “hailing from San Diego, the Apex Supreme, DARLA! DIANE!! DAVIS!!!”
You Should See Me In A Crown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
Upon the stage emerged the sinuously revitalised Darla Diane Davis, all one-hundred and thirty-two pounds of the bountiful, powerhouse blonde radiating weaponised, self-actualisation.
Because she declared it, she was the Apex Supreme, and that belief was irresistible.
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
With a spotlight accompanying her stately traverse down the ramp, a smile quirked her lips that was as sensual as it was filled with predatory intent, her hips swaying as her arms were stretched up high, owning the undivided attention of the FAWNatics even as they lamented her coming. Her eyes, dark and sultry, never flickered about the arena, her gaze only for the squared circle as the audience drank in the sight of her glorious physique, every inch toned to visible perfection, her poise once again that of a conqueror.
She ascended the steel steps in her own time, pausing only as she reached the apron, turning her eyes to her opponent to make an appraisal. Her gaze revealed nothing of her assessment, but she showed no further hint of hesitation as she slipped between the top and middle ropes, her hips remaining all a swivel as the SoCal Babe reached centre ring, tipping her head back just so before stretching her arms out wide, allowing the FAWNatics to drink in the spectacular specimen that was the Apex Supreme.
Satisfied that she had made her presence known, Darla pivoted and sauntered over to a waiting corner, claiming dominion over the first part of her kingdom before she went about subjugating the rest.
With both competitors ready, the Official moved to…
Somewhat to his befuddlement, Valarie asked him to wait, flashing an utterly disarming smile in his direction as she advanced to centre ring. Somewhat smitten in that instant, the man in black and white cleared his throat and agreed to a momentary time out, the blonde rewarding him with a thankful nod before she turned her attention to her adversary for the evening. While the FAWNatics warned her against doing so, Valarie held out her hand in greeting, offering it for a shake…
Darla perked her brow in response, almost amused by the sheer sincerity of the gesture and, with a smile threatening to crease her lips, she shrugged with a deceptively languid roll of her powerful shoulders before she pushed out from her corner. Davis met her opposite at centre ring and, after looking at the offered paw in a somewhat perplexed fashion, she took it in her own for a firm shake, the audience releasing their collective, held breath…
…which proved to be a moment too soon, Darla not batting an eyelid as she suddenly pulled a surprised Valarie forwards and collected the ‘President for Life of Hug Nation’ up into a fearsome embrace. It was only momentary, but it was fierce enough to force out a gasp from the apple cheeked darlings’ bountiful body and pop her up off her feet, the constriction as severe as it was brief. With seemingly little effort, Davis swiftly went on to pop her powerful physique backwards and into a tight spiral, bodily swinging her opponent up and over in a textbook, Belly to Belly Suplex!!
BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3pVgFXifDY
Retaining her grip, even after the swiftly winded Valarie had been planted against the deck, Darla scraped the Indy Heartbreaker off the canvas and forcibly returned both young women back up to vertical. Rae’s feet still weren’t allowed to touch the mat however, the golden topped cutie held aloft by her clearly stronger adversary for yet another constricting embrace, before the wincing athlete was sent hurtling back up and over for SECOND Belly to Belly Suplex!!
This time, with Valarie suitably railroaded onto her back as she struggled to regain her bearings, Darla did release her cargo, allowing Rae’s arms and legs to flop out across the canvas in a shell-shocked starfish.
There was to be no charity in the gesture however, not at Darla collected the girl’s noggin and, with a sharp wrench, bullied the well-meaning competitor up onto her knees before tugging her back up onto her feet. In a manner of speaking that is, Darla keeping her opponent folded forwards before stuffing head between her thighs in a Headscissors, leaning forwards to wrap both of her arms firmly about the girls gulping, firm tummy.
With the FAWNatics calling all manner of foul concerning the repeated cheap shots, Darla patently ignored them, Davis turning the entirety of her predatorially sultry gaze in the Officials direction. “Ring it,” she purred, the words slipping through her lips with unquestionable authority.
The man in black and white, seemingly struggling to catch up with what had been transpiring, tried to look away from Darla, but found that he couldn’t, the Apex Supreme demanding the entirety of his attention.
“The bell,” she insisted, tightening her grip on her opponent, “ring it, or this one will be made to regret it. Am I understood?”
The Official nodded, somewhat dumbly, calling for the bell much to the disappointment of those watching.
With the match officially begun, Darla tensed and prepared to make a statement, hauling her golden curled adversary for the evening off the deck deftly rotating her up to sit astride the powerful blondes’ strong shoulders, Valarie managing to shake her head ever so slightly in denial. The Epoch Empress took two steps forwards before slinging the Indy Heartbreaker forwards, dropping down to sitting at the same time to assist her in PLANTING!! Rae back and shoulders first into the canvas!!
SIT OUT POWER BOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF0D4EwfVew
Valarie’s cry was as hollow as it was heartfelt, silent due to the rapid expulsion of air from her body as her back arched in a sharp spasm. She flopped, Rae’s bosom hitching erratically before she fell still, Darla retaining her grip of her opponents all too compliant stems as she rolled her up into a tight ball, her sultry gaze gazing down into the half lidded, doe eyed peepers of her foe.
ONE!
TWO!!
THR…
Valarie THREW up a shoulder with a defiant cry, all but popping her way out from beneath her ambusher on her way to freedom, inhaling deeply as her synapses returned to firing. She had spasmed as though someone had shocked the Babyface with a defibrillator, her peepers now blinking rapidly as she clung to a renewed lease on life, the FAWNatics cheering her renewed spirit.
Darla, who had methodically pivoted up onto one knee, paused only to roll her eyes in patient resignation before deftly seizing the very same arm Valarie had used to declare her defiance. With practiced ease, she folded the captured limb in on itself at an awkward angle, elbow pointing upwards towards the rafters, her hand flattened against the canvas. Finding her own feet, Davis planted her right foot down hard on her opponents upturned palm, eliciting a short hiss of discomfort from her adversary, pinning the young woman in place with seemingly little effort.
The Apex Supreme held her arms out wide to accept her deserved adulation, but her cruelty earned little more than the FAWNatics disdain, their boos reigning down on her from every row in the audience. Darla was unfazed, her sense of self-worth utterly unshakable, and she leaned back her head before STOMPING!! downwards on Valarie’s pinned paw!!
HAND STOMP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnfiXo-XWHU
Rae released a pained yelp as she pulled her throbbing mitt away, clutching her stinging digits close to her chest as she rolled over onto her side, the tip of her right boot thrumming against the canvas as the crowd winced in sympathy.
Darla, however, had none to spare, shovelling the President of Hug Nation off the deck and forcibly returning the young woman to her feet, seizing one of her wrists before pivoting and domineeringly slinging Rae across the canvas by way of Irish Whip.
So released, Valarie shot off towards the furthest set of turnbuckles, possessing enough awareness to turn herself about at the last moment and absorb the impact across her shoulders. She winced all the same, grunting with a sharp exhale as her knees shimmied, the blonde Valarie flexing her still stinging fingers as she struggled to regain her bearings.
Unfortunately for her, Darla was still acutely aware of her own, pursuing Valarie across the ring barely a few moments after she had released her foe, the Epoch Empress leaping the last pace to positively BURY the Indy Heartbreaker beneath her divinely sculptured, utterly lethal physique.
Valarie’s own petite, power packed frame was desperate to recoil from the Avalanche Splash, but flattened as she was between Hardbody Blonde and the unyielding turnbuckles behind her, instead all she could do was expel a loud, long, breathy groan of escaped air. For a worryingly long moment, Rae’s peepers rolled back to their whites as her noggin, the only part of her anatomy that she was still free to manoeuvre, popped backwards on her shoulders into a limb curve, her chin soon rolling forwards as her thighs visibly shimmied.
Darla pushed herself backwards from the collision, grasping her opponent by the back of her head as she did so, almost possessively shoving the girl forwards out of her corner as Davis stepped aside. The blonde took her ‘victims’ place with her back braced up against the turnbuckles, her arms almost languidly draped over the top ropes as she gazed at her opponents stumbling progress, a smile just barely perking the corners of her lips as her shoulders tensed.
Just as Valarie was blinking back some semblance of awareness and turning herself about, the warnings of the FAWNatics fell on deaf ears as Darla suddenly SURGED forwards. The Leader of the Apex Nation set a blistering pace before she pivoted into a sharp spiral, extending her right arm to lead with the elbow, building considerable momentum in her swing before she SLAMMED her weaponised joint clean against the temple of the shell shocked, Kansas Ass Kicker!!
ROARING ELBOW
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGI8wOMn3l0
After being literally knocked senseless, Valarie toppled sideways to the deck like a felled tree, plywood flexing with the collision as her taunt buttocks pointed skywards towards the heavens.
Darla was in no rush to capitalise, unhurried as she sauntered a circle about the ring, her arms outstretched and her hips all asway, temptation writ large, an allure to ensnare the unwary. “LOOK NOT TO THE HEAVEN’S FOR SALVATION,” she decreed, the purr of her dictation impeccable and far reaching, “FOR THE ALMIGHTY ALREADY STRIDES AMOUNGST YOU!!”
She paused, one hand settling on her hip as her right was held up high in proclamation, an emissary of the Divine if there ever was one, or certainly a Goddess in her own mind.
Satisfied that she had made her point, she slid down to the canvas and rolled the shell shocked Valarie over, Darla straddling her for a renewed pinfall that the Official was dutybound to perform.
ONE!
TWO!!
Valarie shoved up a shoulder, inhaling deeply as she did so, blinking rapidly as her senses returned in a flash of survival instinct.
Darla remained in her straddle, clucking her tongue as she gazed down at the resilient Rae, thinking the matter over before grasping the other young woman’s wrists and forcibly planting them back down against the canvas above the girl’s own head.
ONE!
Valarie shoved up a shoulder, vigour returning to her frame by the moment.
Davis set about extinguishing it, dissatisfied that Rae was not following the prescribed narrative.
Grasping the Hardbody Lightweight by her curls, Darla proceeded to rain down a series of stiff forearms to her opponents exposed forehead, pushing herself up onto one knee to achieve greater leverage as she delivered one blunt force impact after another. Dutifully delivering ten such blows, the appropriate number for such a barrage (some traitorous members of the audience seeing fit to count along with them), she retained a grip of her opponents’ tresses as she stood up.
With Valarie rendered suitably compliant, the Bountiful Blonde ducked low just long enough to muscle the dazed babyface up and over her shoulders, Darla soon standing tall with her opponent secured in a Fireman’s Carry. After taking a moment to grandiosely display her trophy, Diane prepared to…
…As if sensing impending danger, the President of Hug Nation sparked back into renewed life, self-preservation kicking in as she managed to buck herself free, the unexpected movement slipping her out through Darla’s grasp. She dropped down to the canvas with a stumble but, with her returning to earth on her adversaries’ blindside, she had that half second to spare as Davis turned about to face her.
Rae took her chance to strike, upsetting the applecart by slamming her boot up into the blondes sculptured midriff, forcing the wind out of her lungs for a change as Darla was forcibly folded forwards. Valarie didn’t hesitate, she couldn’t afford to, charging forwards into the breach and, on her way past, encircled Darla’s noggin with both of her arms, before THROWING herself backwards a mere moment later.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gu8fF2xiQEw
The blonde was whiplashed to the canvas beside her, spinning with a mean torque being applied to her neck as her whole body rotated sharply, the young woman hitting the deck across her back and shoulders as her spine protested to the harsh treatment.
Valarie threw herself atop Darla, the FAWNatics cheering the unexpected reversal of fortunes, willing the smaller blonde to succeed as the Official dropped down to the canvas.
ONE!
Davis thrust her way free from the pinfall, all but shoving Rae off her whilst doing so, evidently displaying that she wouldn’t be undone quite so easily.
Both young women wasted little time in returning to vertical, and the FAWNatics were extremely vocal in which one they wanted to win this particular sprint, their enthusiasm rewarded as, when the two blondes turned to face one another, it was who Valarie connected with a beautiful Haymaker!!
Darla was knocked back a half step from the impact, shaking her head before she pushed herself back into the fray, Rae raising her right hand high as if to greet her before delivering a SECOND, sweet little haymaker to her opponent’s jaw!
The audience approved, increasing the tempo of their chorus as Davis was rocked by the duo of blows, this time sent stumbling into a full half circle. The Epoch Empress returned, shaking her head as she did so, somewhat at a stumble, to the waiting Rae.
The Indy Heartbreaker was waiting, once again raising her right hand high, holding aloft a three of her digits before she began counting down, the FAWNatics joining her in the moment…
“THREE! TWO!! ONE!!! BOOM!!!!”
…Raven UNLOADED her third Haymaker…
…which Darla deftly avoided, ducking low beneath the thunderous blow before it could connect and send her crashing to the canvas. Instead, a wide-eyed Rae was sent stumbling past her, her balance upset by the swing and a miss which left her all too vulnerable to her opponent’s counter.
Linking her right arm with Valarie’s, Davis used both of their respective momentum’s to also secure a hook of the other young woman’s right stem, exerting a surge of effort to muscle the apple cheeked darling off the canvas and strap her across her back. With her unwilling cargo so secured, a dangerously inviting smirk creased the corners of Darla’s lips before she set her hips and, despite the protests of the watching audience, began to rotate rapidly.
HURRICANE DARLA: @7:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=huNGh-ruQDE
With her personal variation of the Airplane Spin in full motion, there was little more that the President of Hug Nation could do other than endure it, the Bountiful Blonde unwilling to let go until she was prepared to do so. Unfortunately, when that time arrived, releasing Rae from her grasp meant following up with a BLISTERING Facebuster!!
Valarie spasmed from the recoil before shuddering into a near lifeless heap, her buttocks still quivering as Darla shovelled her over.
Davis wasted little time in re-straddling her opponents’ hips, possessively grinding her own in a dominant, sharp rotation before she leant forwards, slipping her arms beneath Raven’s noggin before popping her shoulders up off the mat. The crowd were initially confused as to why she was seemingly sabotaging her own pinfall, before the truth dawned all too quickly enough, the Bountiful Blonde lifting Valarie’s already half lidded features and STUFFING them deep into the curvaceous crevice of her plentiful bosom.
The shoulders of the Apple Cheeked Cutie bucked sharply once, twice, three times before they visibly slumped, the tips of her fingers twitching as the already shell-shocked young woman struggled to inhale. A frankly heroic effort to lift her arms was rewarded by Darla burying her noggin even deeper into her suffocating embrace, cutting off all remaining traces of air as she ground her own hips slowly back and forth.
A final spasm heralded the end and, with Darla kissing the crown of her captive’s ensnared noggin, the Official had seen enough and moved to raise Rae’s leaden arm. He raised it high before allowing it to drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…the FAWNatics releasing a groan of disappointment following the pronouncement, Davis now secure in her victory. Darla retained her grip for a few moments longer, her sultry smile quirking ever so slightly as her music began to play…
You Should See Me In A Crown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
…before releasing her opponent and allowing the back of her head to BOUNCE off the canvas.
With her arms outstretched, she returned to vertical, circling the ring with her head held high before claiming the centre of the squared circle. Her glorious physique bathed in a single spotlight, she positively glistened with lethality, reborn for a new, more glorious era.
Through the fires of past failures, she had been re-forged.
Refined.
Perfected.
Ascended.
The Apex Supreme.