Post by boobytrap on Oct 31, 2019 0:38:05 GMT
One week earlier…
The camera opens on a medium sized room with cream carpeting and plaster walls painted mid-grey, what would be a standard area in any office building was a scene of great importance thanks to its occupants and one particular piece of furniture. Two blonde women, one of them with close cut flaxen hair, went by the name of Victoria Hackenschmidt. A relative and figurative giant in the pro wrestling industry, she had a pleasing face that today wore an apologetic expression.
Dressed in her standard ring gear of all white, tight, boy cut shorts and halter top, The Valiant One sat in a chair with her legs crossed, hands folded on her knees by a beautifully crafted round table. This amenity is famous in the wrestling community; many of Victoria’s backstage promos were made seated by this table, around the rim names of women The Knight had fought side by side and reached glory with. Names like Shea London, Roxanne McCrimmon, La Sombra, and her current partner Danica Dadal, who was the other woman in the room.
She sat at the farthest possible spot by the table from Victoria, short in stature but large of heart and chest, the physical distance between the former tag champs was disconcerting to see.
The latest in the Hackenschmidt wrestling dynasty addressed the viewing audience, “A month ago, my partner Danica had her first challenge to the LAW championship. When the match’s integrity dissolved, Tamara Mitchell sought to retain her championship through nefarious means potentially injuring my partner. I intervened and thwarted her, indirectly injuring the official which meant he was unable to count the victory Danica had justly earned. “
The stacked Squire visibly tensed while Victoria recounted this part of their recent past but relaxed as soon as she started up again.
“In a moment of... compromised judgement, Danica tried using the foreign object that Tamara attempted to… and I stopped her.”
Victoria’s eyes cast down briefly, some regret flavouring her voice, but when she spoke again it was with resolve and it was clear the Knight felt she made the right decision.
“A choice that many of our loyal fans disagree with, but I believe that they will come to understand in time. In the confusion Tamara escaped with the title, while my partner and I had a disagreement.”
The corners of Danica’s mouth perk up slightly, the “disagreement” was the heavily endowed blonde giving Victoria perhaps the hardest slap in the face in recorded pro wrestling history. It went viral and even became a meme, the latest being BITCH! WHERE’S MY MONEY!
Hackenschmidt continues, “After talking about it, we decided it would be best to work things out the athletes of our caliber do, in the traditional way.”
The German reaches across the hallowed table and grasps Dadal’s hand while looking at the camera, The Squire’s smirk quickly fades and her face changes to a look that could be interpreted as guilt or sadness before reverting to her previous neutral expression.
“Danica and I will face each other in a match, and no matter who wins we will leave as teammates and friends,” Vic looks to Danica for the first time since the camera started rolling, making sure her Squire was still walking down the same path as she. The honey blonde remains silent but tilts her head toward her veteran partner in affirmation, squeezing her hand a bit. Hackenschmidt lets out a small smile that only hints at the great weight that’s lifted off her mind in that moment and looks back to the camera.
“Rest assured, when our steirt is dealt with… Tamara Mitchell is next on our agenda, and L.A.W will have a real champion again.”
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The lights of the world infamous L.A.W arena suddenly shut off. Now shrouded in darkness the attendees were blind, but they could hear the frantic braying of confused and angry horses, men and women releasing primal screams, and the clanging of metal.
Though they could not truly see it, the mind’s eye of the audience took in an epic battle from long ago, fought with wood, stone, fire and fist.
And steel.
The echo of sharpened swords grating against each other began to dominate the cacophony, small and quick sparks erupted in the dark in perfect time with the clanging metal creating an illusion of an intensely violent duel. Lambent arcs come faster and faster, building to a crescendo that ends with the sound of a cannon firing.
Then silence.
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TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air is filled with sound a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights, all focused on the towering sentinel that was Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT AKA THE KNIGHT
The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armor that reflected the bright lights shining down making her appear as a descended archangel, and you would be hard pressed to find someone in the building who’d argue that. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but left her high boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull that if you looked closely resembled a bejeweled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly that connected to a pair of pauldrons that covered her shoulders, all covered in in similar etchings to her helmet that gave off an aura of royalty.
Head bowed in a silent prayer, her gauntleted hands clutched the handle of cross hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length; a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her solemn march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
“MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING!! STANDING AT 5 FEET 11 INCHES!! WEIGHING IN AT 152 POUNDS!! FROM PHOENIX, ARIZONA BY WAY OF HESSE, GERMANY!! SHE IS THE VALIANT ONE!! THE CLEAVING SWORD!! VICTORIA “THE KNIGHT” HACKENSCHMIDT!!!”
Before the bell Victoria tries to keep focused on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to slap the hands of the LAW Dogs leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid looking metal box with a small slit is cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a wide and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. Taking off her armor and placing it neatly on the step to be collected later by a ring attendant, The Knight is uncovered but somehow more dangerous in her usual ring attire of a white halter top with matching boy cut shorts, with white boots and knee pads, on her right arm an elbow length fingerless white glove. All her gear was decorated in thin black lines arranged to resemble plate armor similar to what she just discarded.
As The Knight stepped over the top rope the house lights came on and the spotlights turned off, Victoria’s ethereal and bombastic entrance always gets the crowd roaring, but once the majesty wore off jeers and boos began trickle in and mix with the cheers, building to a loud and very divisive reaction to the long time babyface powerhouse. Frowning a bit at the fans’ reaction Vic runs a hand through her close-cut golden hair and takes it in stride, their anger towards her is just a by-product of their love for her tag partner. The German nods to herself and does some light shoulder stretches as she waits, they’ll come around in a few weeks, they’ll understand I was protecting Danica, and I know she’d do the same for me.
The L.A.W.tron comes alive with The Squire’s usual entrance video of her kicking ass alongside her more decorated partner, but her music is different… instead of a repeat of Tunadot which is their team’s theme or the generic pop music Danica uses for her singles matches, the spectator’s were assaulted with some HARDCORE hip hop.
NECRO- YOU’RE FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT
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The addictive beat and violent lyrics confuses many, but a lot of the crowd start bobbing their heads to the Brooklyn rhymes. Victoria is a little surprised, but not too much; the diminutive Polish girl made no secret of her love for gangsta hip hop, a trait she gets roasted for regularly on social media. Vic is far more shocked by Danica’s appearance when she breaks past the curtains after she’s let her new theme song sink in.
DANICA DADAL AKA THE SQUIRE
Gone were the teasing short-shorts. In its place were TIGHT, white, shiny, PVC pants that showed off her sexy legs to great effect. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass that it was painted on, along each side were silver buttons that traveled down the legs to mid calf where it bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiling coyly at the reaction to her new look and music she spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom. Fans would all agree it was a clean look but lamented that it left Dadal “heartless,’” her previous top had a heart shaped cleavage cut out that fans would give their life savings to dip their faces in, while this new sleeveless blouse tucked neatly into her pants had no such blessing. A line of silver buttons on the white shirt were visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience (and her partner, no matter hard Victoria tries not to stare). Satisfied everyone got a good look Danica set off to the ring with a bit of a light hearted swagger in her step, which gave her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reached out to slap the hands of The Squire’s fans.
“MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING!! STANDING AT 5 FEET 3 INCHES!! WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS!! FROM PHOENIX, ARIZONA BY WAY OF ATASCADERO, CALIFORNIA!! SHE IS OUR POLISH PUPPY!! DANICA “THE SQUIRE” DADAL!!!”
The freshly styled bombshell hops up back first onto the apron and rolls into the ring, getting up she trails her hands down her body and back up with a flourish, “What do you think?”
Victoria stares at her student without realizing it for a moment before she speaks, slightly embarrassed.
“I… I like it. Very fashionable, the music is…. new. Why the changes?”
Danica shrugs, “Felt like I needed a change, like I wasn’t being myself, you know?”
Victoria looks very concerned and takes a step closer, “Are you not feeling well?”
Her diminutive and triple D cupped partner narrows her eyes to the middle distance thinking a moment before answering, “Not for a while I think, but I’m getting better. And I think this match is just what I need.”
Victoria nods and pats Danica on the shoulder, “Of course. This is just what we need to clear the air. Jemandem die Daumen drücken.” Wishing her luck, she squeezes her student’s shoulder and turns to head to her corner. Danica nods to herself and pounds her fist into her palm as she heads to her own. This needs to happen. Things will be awkward for a bit but I NEED to do this.
DING DING!!
The divided tag team step out of their corners and circle the perimeter of the canvas eyeing each other warily. Their relationship may be a bit rocky but they’ve been sparring buddies for a few years by this point so actual combat is a fairly smooth transition. As they inch closer Hackenschmidt extends a hand which Danica gives a quick shake then jolts forward cinching an arm around her neck for tight headlock. Given their height difference Danica has be on the balls of her feet and really put some shoulder into the hold to make it effective, putting some grind on Vic’s ears Dadal tries to pull her teacher away from the ropes so she can’t- Victoria stands at full height. Taking Danica’s kicking feet clean off the mat, the former tag champ basically an elaborate piece of ring gear to The Giant from Germany. Nonchalantly Vic tussles Danica’s hair and shoves her off a few feet away, knowing correctly assuming that she’ll land on her feet.
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A little red faced at being handled so easily, Danica feels the laughter of the audience burning the back of her neck. Ignorant of this Victoria claps her hands twice in respect and gets in a traditional stance, “Good try, let's give it another go.”
Danica grumbles to herself and runs at her infuriatingly supportive mentor, not trusting she’d fall for a second feint the Polish Puppy engages with the larger woman in a collar and elbow tie up. Danica pushes against the young veteran with all her might but she’s still being forced back somewhat slowly by Victoria, who doesn't seem like she’s trying too hard to achieve this. Dadal’s back hits the buckles with a soft “thump,” the referee goes to break the clinch but Victoria lets go and steps way without him having to say a word; she retreats to mid-canvas, readies herself for another lock up. Motioning Danica with her fingers and a small smile which Danica knew was meant to be friendly but seemed pitying in her frustrated state, she mutters to herself quietly, “Alright Vic, you’re getting some rough facetime tonight.”
The Squire puts her hands up and approaches slowly… then kicks off at full speed! When she’s near her surprised teacher Danica pivots on one foot to thrust her right arm under The Valiant One’s to flip her on her tight Teutonic ass… at least that was the plan. One which Victoria spoiled by just by tensing slightly, using the sheer weight difference between them to stop Danica and make her look like some wannabe rookie.
“Great try,” Hackenschmidt drops her hips,” remember to plant your feet,” and sends her student eastward to the ropes with an Irish whip that has Danica practically pumping her feet in the air. Hitting the ropes with her shoulders and the curve of her ass the bombshell honey blonde recoils back to her large tag partner, just waiting to wrap Danica in a bearhug. One thing that Vic can be happy about in this uneasy situation is that she can see first hand that she trained her Squire well, nearly beaming as Danica somersaults between the German’s legs and springs forward to the strands behind Vic and rebounding off them for some extra power in her leaping shoulderblock that connects with Victoria’s sternum, the tackle makes Hackenschmidt wobble slightly but her feet don’t leave the mat, frustrating Danica. Judging by her tightening fist and nose flaring The Knight can see her little champion in arms is losing patience, and gestures to the adjacent ropes with a friendly challenge to vent Danica’s feelings. The Polish Puppy sprints off with a grunt that Hackenschmidt truly believes is from exertion. Second try yields the same results; Danica practically ricocheting off the multi-time world champ and nearly falling on her spankable bottom as an aftereffect.
‘3rd time’s the charm’ is the mantra running through the crowd favorite’s head, Danica runs the fastest the she’s moved all night and gets a slight groan out of the turnbuckles when she hits the ropes. Firing back at her personal and figurative roadblock Danica rams Victoria and the giant stumbles back! Though The Valiant One did not fall, this tiny retreat made crowd go wild. What they didn’t realize it was that it wasn’t really Danica’s strength that made the difference but her less than accurate aim. Danica would have completely failed if not for one of her bazooka’s concaving one of Victoria’s moe hills. The indirect contact with her tag partner’s moneymakers always brought forth tingles that Hackenschmidt forced back down but they always threw her off, a trait Danica noticed but never had the chance nor inclination to take advantage of. Until today.
The winsome woman in white hightails it to the last set of untouched ropes and nearly tear them from the posts when Danica careens into them, Victoria’s eyes widen taking in her sidekick’s jostling mammaries as she runs towards her, hypnotized to stillness along with every other red-blooded person in the room. Finally breaking under the strain, a button flies off the shirt after a violent jiggle, striking The Knight in the forehead.
“Autsch!”
Hackenschmidt flinches, meaning her eyes are closed when Danica collides into her with a springing full body tackle that has her breasts absorb and rebuff Vic’s smaller pair. The LAW dogs explode as Victoria finally leaves her feet and falls belly up in a gasping starfish before a stumbling back Squire, the wind truly knocked out of her.
“YEEEAH!!!”
Danica hollers out in primal joy swinging her right arm in wide circles as she races to a corner then back to her downed mentor, launching forward into a spinning backsplash that crushes Vic’s abdominals.
SOMERSAULT SENTON
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The German’s limbs flop upward after Danica’s landing, Victoria’s long ivory legs are easy for the smaller blonde to collect in one arm and pull in for a tight backpess. The referee (a Filipino man in his mid thirties) dives but the Valiant Victoria surges out of the pin before a one count. Danica is thrown off wildly and rolls across the canvas from young veteran’s sheer power. The Squire blinks and rushes to keep the pressure on LAW’s top contender but Hackenschmidt kips up to stand tall above a crawling Dadal.
Drowning in a sea of cheers and boos Victoria is smiling proudly, giving her sidekick some polite applause, “excellent work! That’s the first time you’ve ever brought me down!” The house lights are in the perfect angle behind Victoria to make her glow like an insurmountable ideal to an increasingly worried Danica, The Valiant Knight extends a hand to the still kneeling student. Danica stares at it a moment before taking it, letting Victoria gently pulling the Californian to her full height of 5’3.
When her Polish Puppy has both boots under her Victoria notices an island of tanned breast meat cresting the center of white of Dadal’s blouse, her envy (and many other confusing feelings) inducing cleavage pushed past the break in shirt like her breasts were pleading with Vic to rip off their confines and set them free and bouncing! Danica looks down wondering why Hackenschmidt hasn’t let go of her hand and sees what has her tag partner so hypnotized. Choking back a little laughter Dadal taps lightly at her own forehead, “got a little something there.”
“O-oh?”
Victoria snaps out of her daze embarrassed, lets go of her partner’s hand and feels the spot where Dadal’s button clipped her forehead, she tilts her head up and feels around for any break in the skin.
“Is it bleed- MIST!” (Damn!)
Hackenschmidt looks down to see Danica springing off the coils at full speed toward her! The Teutonic Terror tries to head her off with a clothesline but Danica ducks Victoria’s brawny arm and steamrolls forward to hit the ropes behind the towering former champ. As Dadal returns she goes into a feet first slide to trap her knees around Vic’s left calf, The Knight windmills her arms and hops on her right foot to keep from tumbling down. Refusing to be shrugged off once again Dadal starts hammering punches into a grimacing Victoria’s leg until that redwood falls over.
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Landing on her pert nose Vic is momentarily stunned, allowing her often looked over partner to get to her feet, grab Victoria’s ankles and flip her belly up. Standing between her friend’s long legs Danica steps her right foot outside The Valiant One’s right hip and bends Vic’s leg across her own, then the left leg over the ankle. Holding Hackenshmidt’s left foot to her side Danica tucks and rolls, forcing the taller woman spin along with her; the Polish woman now seated and the German lying on her taut stomach with their legs entwined. This strange hold was already uncomfortable, but when Dadal pushes Victoria’s foot away and places her free boot where the tibia meets the talus and presses down, the pain reaches a whole new level and the former LAW champ can’t help but cry out and pound the canvas.
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Victoria breathes heavily through her nose and digs her fingers into the canvas, her firm backside involuntarily twitching with pain to Dadal’s delight. The cleaving sword of LAW bites back a groan and speaks, “I did not teach you this Dada, did you think of it yourself?”
Leaning on her elbow and side Danica puts more pressure on the captured limb making her good friend let out an atypical whine, “I did, I call it The Kruczyki. You like it?” She asks with a taunting tone that Vic completely misses as she forces the German’s heel to tap against her haunch, The Knight is sent into another set of spasms.
“EEEERrrrgh! I do! You must teach me this one day, Dada!”
Hackenschmidt’s praise created an odd mix of emotions in Dadal’s heart; happiness for getting her role model’s respect and annoyance that she still didn’t seem to take her seriously as an opponent. Of course, anything she was feeling was washed away under a tide of shock as Victoria pushed up on her strong hands and began to crawl to the ropes, her heavy paws echoing with each jerking yank of their bodies. Dragging their combined weight like it was a light workout routine The Knight crosses the canvas in a disturbingly short amount of time, throwing an arm over the bottom rope with expediency but not desperation. The official claps his hands and yells “break!” and Danica complies after a one count, their friendship as tenuous as it is at the moment still factored in how Danica conducts herself.
Legs unsteady, Hackenschmidt leans on the ropes as she gets vertical. Danica backs away at the ref’s urging, retreating to the turnbuckles at the German’s 6.
Victoria lets out a breath as her stems regain some of their standard steel quality, “You are always surprising me, Dada. I must remember to keep my head on a s-” PWAK! “AARH!”
Facing away from her junior Vic was turning her head to see her when Danica shot forward, punting the meat of The Knight’s left leg just above the knee. The taller blond staggers and holds on to the top coil for dear life as The Polish Puppy rapid fires kicks up and down Victoria’s stem, knowing The Teutonic Terror’s level of strength and skill Danica knows she has to strike hard, often, and dirty… or end up being reduced to a superfluous sidekick in the eyes of her peers and the fans. Vic is buckling and shuddering under Dadal’s ferocity, hanging on to the ropes for dear life as she puts boot prints in her leg. Victoria in no way expected her dearest friend to turn this into a hard-hitting grudge match. I didn’t know she was still so angry…
“I’m winning this Vic!” with this declarative statement bellowed with as much bass as possible with her often described as “naughty hotline voice”, whips her leg out to bury her boot tip in The Knight’s knee- and misses! Hackenschmidt raises her leg at the last moment letting Dadal’s bell bottomed leg whiff past. Her weight totally off-balance Danica has to has to do a bit of ballet dancing to keep from falling in a leg split or on her face, she whirls back to her larger prey and gets PASTED to the canvas by Victoria’s forearm! When her voluptuous partner barrels past the young veteran Victoria chanced her hurting leg for a discus clothesline that splats into Danica just above her restrained breasts falling to her knees in the process, her bestie and roommate is forced into a spin cycle before landing hard on her neck and shoulders. Ankles hanging by her own ears Danica is matchbooked with her tightly PVC wrapped ass reflecting the house lights, her only movement the rise and fall of her sweater fillers.
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The LAW crowd let out an empathic and collective groan at the sight of the juggy underdog being brutally driven to mat, then they turned their energy to the remorseful Hackenschmidt. As the hardbody kneewalked to check on her addled junior the audience booed and hissed, fully transitioning from the mixed reaction The Knight had received earlier in the bout. Victoria noted the hateful reaction from the spectators and it did hurt... but her focus was entirely on her buns up partner, “I’m sorry Danica! I didn't mean to hit you so hard.”
Victoria saw no indication that Dadal heard her given the lack of movement in her slightly open mouth and closed eyes, but she did. The familiar sound of her big sister-in-spirit’s love and concern sparked a flash of irritation inside Danica’s soul that slowly spread throughout her body, and forced her consciousness to seep back. The only coherent thought breaking through the fog is she thinks I’m weak…
Hackenschmidt traps her friend’s ankles around her head with a defined arm securing her for the pin. The official sets palm to canvas…
ONE!!
TWO!!
THNNOOOO!!
The Squire wriggles out of her diminished position just in time crumbling onto her side to great applause, Danica rolls a few feet away and tries to shake her head clear. The Valiant Victoria doesn't contest the count (she rarely does) looking disheartened at having to inflicting more pain on her sidekick... but knows Danica will not allow a loss while she can still fight. It’s what endeared her to Vic in the first place. Walking over to a still dazed Dada, Hackenschmidt gently takes her under the arm and starts pulling her up, flinching as the diminutive triple D cupped damsel starts hooking punches into Victoria’s side. A hefty shot to the German’s liver gives her great pause and the crowd begins to swell with adulation for the resurging Squire, who starts pouring it on with both hands. Danica’s fists start picking up speed as they bounce off The Knight’s tight abs and sides, taller woman gives away some ground, retreating so she can put up a guard against her bestie’s wild swings. At first swinging on instinct Danica’s shots become more accurate, worming their way around Vic’s raised arms. Her mentor may be regretting those long hours spent refining the Polish pugilist’s striking.
Mixing in some low kicks to set Victoria off balance Dadal digs a strong left uppercut just under The Knight’s ribs, the leader of their team hisses and falters holding her side, and Danica takes this moment of weakness to wind up a discus punch but gets borderline impaled by The Teutonic Terror’s raised knee before she connects!
It’s the puppy’s turn to shy away, raised off her feet by the blow Dadal falls sitting on her calves, red-faced, gasping and holding her belly fearing it may fall out. A lightly perspiring Victoria takes Danica by the head and guides her between her strong thighs, bending over she takes her Squire’s arms in dual underhooks and deadlifts the pintsized JUGGernaut onto her right shoulder. Her spine balancing on the fulcrum that was Vic's shoulder Dadal fruitfully bicycled her legs trying to slip out of the painful hold, dreading what would be coming next. The LAW Dogs fall silent then collectively groan with sympathy when The Knight brings down her right arm then rapidly back up, turning into the movement and falling to slam Danica into the mat with a colossal spinning neckbreaker/ gourdbuster.
MJOLNIR FALLS
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The fans loudly express their vitriol at a crestfallen Hackenschmidt, not enjoying hurting her sister in arms or the people’s hatred at what she thought was morally the best choice to protect Danica from going down a dark path. The Knight crawls over her partner’s form and takes Dadal by the wrists and presses them to the canvas over her head for a pin.
ONE!!
“Stay still, Schätzchen” Victoria whispers.
TWO!!
No three?
Vic looks at the official in confusion, and he points to the bottom rope where from Danica has a heel dangling.
“Verdammt…”
If she wanted a quitter as a tag partner, she wouldn’t have chosen Danica. Eagle-eyed long-time fans of the German see that despite echo of their landing Vic definitely did not hit her finisher with the usual zeal, and that’s why Dadal was able to escape defeat. A burning fact that Danica herself is aware of as she slowly and ungainly climbs the ropes to try and stand, an already risen Victoria looks pensive and unsure how to end this without hurting her student too badly. Danica throws her limp arms over the top rope breathing heavily, “No… No… I’m not-llLLAAA!”
Not bullying but outmaneuvering the ref Hackenschmidt slips behind The Squire effortlessly puts her in a fireman's carry and walks her to center canvas, the volume of the watching masses rises dramatically seeing the set up for one of The Knight’s classic finishers, The Iron Hand.
“Grit your teeth Dada, or you might bite your tongue,” Victoria advises, slowly twisting right to build up power in her swing. This piece of loving counsel acts like an ice-cold shower for Danica, awakening her to cruel consciousness. She starts pumping elbows to the side of Vic’s head, when that fails to free her Danica palms Hackenschmidt’s face and starts mashing her features, making the towering Teutonic stumble around with the shorter wrestler across her shoulders like a caveman courting gone wrong.
“Dadmmgh! Stahhpmmm!”
Vision impaired and teetering the Deutschland Dominator throws Danica off her shoulders abandoning The Iron hand, accidentally beaming the referee in the face with Polish girl’s boots. The zebra falls over glancing his head off the middle and bottom buckles on his way down knocking him loopy. Danica lands ungracefully on her feet recoiling her back off the ropes to a halting stop, Hackenschmidt turns to face her buddy with an admonishment on her tongue but stops when she regards the slain zebra by the corner.
“Mein Gott! Es tut uns leid! Are you alaAAAA!!”
With her Knight focused on the official’s welfare, Danica sees an opportunity and takes it with a vengeance! Sprinting like an Olympic track and fielder the pint-sized Pitbull gives her friend running PUNT to the privates that Vic will remember for the rest of her life.
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The sound of Dadal’s boot slapping against Victoria’s special place has the fans moaning in sympathy even as they LOSE THEIR SHIT at this change of winds. Hackenschmidt falls to her knees holding her traumatized center, heaving and struggling not to cry (more than she already is) the excruciating pain overriding her shock at her best friend hitting her below the belt- and so violently! Danica runs back to the strands recoiling off them into a basement crossbody that flattens The Valiant One between the mat and her ample curves.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMJ-F8X7NL8
Danica grunts a mocking “Grit your teeth Vic!” and starts wrenching Victoria’s head side to side to hard punches, with The Knight’s arms were between her kicking legs which were trapped under the raging Squire’s pert bottom, leaving her only defence against Danica’s wild fists a confused and tearful gaze. Bucking like sick horse Hackenschmidt gets one arm free and wraps her strong hand around a meat hook before it belts her across the face again.
“Shtop, Danica!” Victoria’s natural accent growing thicker as she loses her composure, “Please! This is notAAAAH!”
Unable to free her closed hand from Hackenschmidt’s grasp Dadal swings her other fist behind and down striking Victoria’s abused pussy. The Deutschland Dominator shudders violently before flopping flat, her grip on Danica’s fist forgotten. Danica turns her regained hand into a paddle and Bytch Slaps her just as hard as the last time they shared a ring together. Even with her reddening face a wicked imprint of the Polish woman’s hand burned brightly on Victoria’s cheek.
Knocked dizzy by her roommate's pimphand, The Valiant One just writhes on the ring floor, one hand rubbing her cheek the other tending to her nethers as Danica bolts off her form and stalks the perimeter of the ring. Shaking and hitting the ropes, amping up the crowd, lost in an emotional maelstrom of rage, joy, shame, and freedom. The referee in the corner is semi-conscious and stirring, but still pretty out of it.
Victoria blinks some of the stars away and tries to mentally bury her pain down to deal with her out of control spiritual sister. She slowly sits up only to be violently driven down again, Danica taking a running leap to drive her knees into Victoria’s chest and sliding into a front facesit.
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“Not used to spending so much time on your back huh? Maybe if you did, you’d be less of a killjoy!”
Danica sweeps her tightly and thinly covered center up and down Victoria’s blindsided and protesting face, making sure her decorated partner was feeling just as much humiliation as she felt at every singles loss. The LAW Dogs reaching new level of ecstatic volume at this FAWN-like behaviour, the talk among the dirtsheets post match will be that Dadal may be ready for the big leagues.
Danica bit her lower lip as she ground harder on Hackenschmidt’s features, “I’m starting to get why the bad girls do this! It really gets the job done! Gak!”
In a heated moment Danica’s back was deeply arched making her head an easy target for the tip of Victoria’s swinging boot, the kick knocking the Californian off her perch. Victoria quickly rolls onto her stomach and clumsily rises in stages, Dadal rushes swinging wild with clubbing blows trying to beat her larger (probably former) friend down. The German palms Danica’s face and shoves her away, Victoria’s raw strength forcing the stacked shorty to stumble and trip into a backwards pratfall onto her face.
“Good God, why is she so strong!?” Danica grunts out her frustration, she gets up runs towards Victoria. Whatever she planned to do will remain a mystery, when The Squire nears Victoria rears up and gives her roommate a shoe leather facial, matchbooking Danica with a potential fight ending big boot.
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After a small beat of stunned silence, the crowd resumes their hatred of Hackenschmidt, the decorated young heroine spoiling their fun once again. Victoria just barely recognizes the sound; the vast majority of her focus on her crazed partner Dadal, lying her side and forced once again to resurge under Victoria’s devastating power. Leaning heavily on the coils Hackschmidt wills her hands to grip the ropes tightly instead of massaging her tender center.
“Vat is wrong with you Danica! We’re supposed to be working through zis! I’m your partner!”
“PARTNER!!” Danica whips her head up and screeches. Aches and pains forgotten she stands tall and stalks to look her friend face to face albeit straining her neck for the height difference.
“I was never your partner! I was your sidekick! Your pet! You never wanted me to have any success of my own, did you? You just wanted me dependant on YOU!”
“NO! NO! That’s not true!”
Victoria violently shakes her head crying now for an entirely different reason. Danica was unmoved, years of frustration with her upbringing and unintentional stifling bursting out of her like a violent torrent flowing out of a broken dam.
“I could have been the world champion! I could have stepped out on my own! And you hated it! You were going to lose your sexy student. Since you weren’t able to work up the nerve to ask me out you wanted to keep under your thumb?”
Victoria went deathly pale, “.... what?”
“You think I can‘t tell when someone’s looking at my tits?” Danica crosses her arms under her overflowing bounty and gives them an unnecessary boost, unable to stop herself Hackenschmidt glances down into The Squire’s attention demanding cleavage and snaps out of it with a self admonishment... then tries to sputter an apology.
“I-I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! I always tried to be respectful... I pushed those feelings away! I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself! I’ve been getting looks since middle school... if you had the guts to least work my chest during training maybe you wouldn’t be such a prudish hen! You’ve earned some facetime!”
Vic’s eyes went wide as Danica’s talons reached up and dug themselves in the back of the German’s hair and brings her surprised and unsettled features DEEP into the crevice between Danica’s pale hills via the gap in her blouse. Like her cord has been yanked harshly from the outlet all the power leaves Victoria’s body, the high-flying powerhouse reduced to shuffling, slaps, and indecipherable muffled shouts from the depths of Dadal’s tit canyon. “Facetime” was what Danica called it when a more endowed wrestler gave another a face scrubbing with their chest. Something that Danica never does despite her natural gifts and literal begging from the LAW Dogs... and this bit of character growth (or degradation) had them barking up a storm, many of them volunteering to be her second victim.
“MMMMPF! MMMRRRGGF! LLLGRFF!”
Victoria had the wild sense of urgency of a small, trapped animal. Unable to think straight from the apparent loss of her best friend, Vic could not escape the prison of pulchritude that made up her entire world at the moment. No light to be found in the jugg smother, Victoria’s could only feel Danica’s hot skin against her face, taste the light sheen of perspiration rolling off her sternum and inhaling her scent, something that Victoria will remember for weeks after no matter how hard she wants to forget.
Feeling The Valiant One’s breath against her chest beginning to slow and her movements ebb Danica backed Hackenschmidt into the nearest corner before ejecting her teacher from her happy valley. The gigantic German is aflush and breathing heavily, trying to blink away the jug sweat from her eyes. Either timing it perfectly or just a twist of fate Danica rips off her shirt off to ecstatic cheers and throws it in Vic’s face further blinding her. The Knight takes a moment to use the shirt to wipe her face and throws it to the side just in time to witness her tag partner, now wearing a lacey red bra with a tiny bow between the cups, take a running leap into the air for a flying avalanche splash! Truth be told Victoria had the reflexes to step aside to save herself, but was too transfixed by the sight of Danica’s jostling front in it’s new barely-there red covering, so she ends up taking the splash dead on in a gifable tits on face collision.
Crushed between the buckles and her cannonball of a student, Hackenschmdit falls to a seat in the corner, arms hanging limply over the bottom strands. The Polish Puppy takes each long leg of Victoria’s and bends them back, trapping each calf under the middle ropes and contorting Vic into a tawdry pose with her ankles behind her head. The air fills with whistles and catcalls; it’s a rare sight to see The Knight in a position more associated with the big money FAWN or the penthouse circuit... sympathy is nowhere to be found for the struggling Hackenschmidt. Reduced to ineffectual bucking against coils, Victoria learns leverage generally beats muscle, she pushes up against the bottom ropes to free her walking sticks but accomplishes little, other than making a sexy video for the celeb bondage subreddit later that night.
While Vic tried and failed to escape her snares Danica reaches down and takes two handfuls of her pants by the knees, whipping them off and into the air like a surprise strip-o-gram! The now revealed to be tear-away white pants shine in the house lights as they soar into the crowd, nearly causing a mini riot as the attendees fight over the scraps. Covering Dadal’s holiest of holy’s was a red lacey thong that matched her boulder holders, so high on the hips it was a miracle it stayed on, a little bow at the top made it seem like Hackenschmidt was about to get a VERY aggressive present. Victoria’s eyes locked on it as Danica stood tall above her (or as much as she could) the image of her curvaceous bestie in her near naked glory would be burned into Vic’s retina’s for years.
Raising a pleading hand through her splayed legs Victoria tries once again to make her partner see reason.
“Dada please wait! I know you’re mad but I didn’t mean to cost you the championship and didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I‘ve seen what happens to women who go down this path and it’s never good! I stopped you from hitting Tamara with that chair because you were better than that.”
"Well, maybe I don't WANNA be better than that! Did you ever think of that?"
Danica practically spits her words at the woman who was her teacher, friend, roommate and sister.
"All my life, people have been telling me how I should act, what I oughtta do...From my uptight, conservative parents, to my teachers in private school, right up to my so-called mentor. Well now, I'm gonna do what I wanna do! And if you don't like it, you can either kiss this!” Danica gives her own ass a slap that makes Vic flinch, then cups her newly freed juggs and gives them hard shake, “Or these! Because when I get you in the ring, that's exactly what you'll be doing when I'm done with you!"
Dadal gives The Valiant One a hard stomp in the gut, seeing the referee in her peripheral vision finally starting to clear his head and get up, The Squire runs to buckles directly ahead from Vic and baseball slides out of the ring and climbs to the high rent district. Gripping the top strands Danica bounces up and down to build power in her leap while make hard eye contact with a worried Victoria.
“And stop calling me Dada! From this point on…”
Danica takes to the sky in a tremendous jump throwing her legs out and straight in a sensational form.
“I’M YOUR DADDY!”
As the flying Pole lands on her round ass the heel of Danica’s left boot strikes with sadistic precision onto Hackenschmidt’s sore womanhood!
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The once intimidating giant lets out the highest pitch of a squeal imaginable and convulses heavily, breathing deeply as tears flow freely down her face. Her violent trembling freeing her from the ropes but Vic is too paralyzed from pain to do little more than turn to her side and curl into a fetal position. Any discomfort from Danica’s landing and accrued damage from the match is kept at bay with pure adrenaline and a dizzying sense of personal freedom. Danica kips up in frenzy beckoning the crowd to cheer louder with pumping hands and a shimmy of her chest. The LAW Dogs are eager to respond with dueling chants of…
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
Danica forces herself not to cry at the adulation, the fans weren’t cheering her as the underdog or The Knight’s partner, or just for how she fills out her ring gear. She was getting cheered forkicking ass!
Danica turns to treat her mewling mentor to some mudhole stomping but sees Victoria powering into a low crouch leaning face first heavily against the ropes, still in far too much pain consider having her back to her traitorous mentee is a bad idea. Approaching silently Danica forces her under Vic’s left armpit while grabbing her wrist cinching her free arm tightly around the German’s waist, with the two handholds Danica walks/carries the much larger woman to center ring. Hitting their mark Danica forces The Valiant One into another quick crouch while shifting her left arm from Victoria’s waist to between her legs, the Polish punisher explodes to full height hoisting the giant onto her shoulders for the briefest of moments before falling backward, Hackenschmidt taking the impact on her upper back. The Olympic slam staking its claim to the hurt overriding Victoria’s senses.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
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It’s possible Danica could have pinned her and won then and there but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Dadal’s frenzy; wheeling to a softly moaning Hackenschmidt’s head, The Sadistic Squire pushes her to a seat and circles her head with a sinister dragon sleeper. Forcing Victoria to rise in the hold or be beheaded, Danica grabs a flailing right arm just below the wrist, leaning hard starboard she pauses just long enough to savour the moment before whipping back in a spiral motion- driving Victoria’s head into the mat with a rolling cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 2
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The sound of The Knight’s head being driven into the ring floor echoes in the building, Victoria lies unconscious on her belly, cheek pressed into the rough canvas. Dadal shoves Vic onto her back and slides on top, she grabs Victoria's forearms and forces them straight above her head, Danica’s large chest enveloping and obscuring the former Terror’s face from the cameras.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!
The fans shout their support for Danica’s once thought to be impossible victory, but the woman’s own screaming voice rings out distinct from all the others. As soon as the referee’s hand hit the mat for the third time Danica sat up rapidly on Vic’s stomach- the German’s head briefly rising with her still trapped between Dadal’s conquering juggs, she slips out from them and falling back to the canvas, face moist from tit sweat. Danica gets up and backs away from her dozing partner, a victory lap on Vic’s face seems like a step too far even in rage, and right now Danica was the happiest she’s ever been.
HER FIRST SINGLES WIN EVER!!!!!!!
Her new theme song blaring explicit rap lyrics blaring through the speakers is drowned out by the roar of the arena, tears are brought to Dadal’s eye by the masses’ support of her new attitude and packaging, for once she was the top contender! She was the main girl! She was the top attraction and the rest of the roster is gonna have to deal with it! Danica rolls out of the ring and does a lap of the guardrail, slapping hands and hugging fans. On sheer impulse grabbing a rotund male fan by the back of head and shoving his face in deep into her cleavage to uproarious applause. Dadal keeps the festivities going with the Dogs till she travels up one side of the rail and all the way up the ramp, smiling brightly with victorious fists in the air she gazes into the ring to commit how her teacher looks to memory. so, her future autobiography will describe this moment with unyielding accuracy… and her smile drops in an instant.
Victoria Hackenschmidt was crying in the ring. Curled up in a ball either by the countless low blows or by pure despair, Victoria sobbed while covering her face from the fans and the cameras, some fans of the more shithead persuasion threw empty beer cups at her humbled form before they were halted by security and the more merciful spectators. Her simmering anger and other feelings that cloud the mind fade away and Danica experiences something akin to a flash hangover. Vic WAS her friend; her pseudo big sister never had any ill intention. She just was just holding her back without realizing it. After all this could Danica just come down and make amends?
The victrix’s internal debate was interrupted by the chanting throngs.
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
Danica steels herself, no backsliding she thinks, I’ll make it up to her after I’m champion. The Polish Pitbull gives her chest one last shake for the hard camera and heads to the back, chasing away any thoughts of her partner with those of future wins.
The camera opens on a medium sized room with cream carpeting and plaster walls painted mid-grey, what would be a standard area in any office building was a scene of great importance thanks to its occupants and one particular piece of furniture. Two blonde women, one of them with close cut flaxen hair, went by the name of Victoria Hackenschmidt. A relative and figurative giant in the pro wrestling industry, she had a pleasing face that today wore an apologetic expression.
Dressed in her standard ring gear of all white, tight, boy cut shorts and halter top, The Valiant One sat in a chair with her legs crossed, hands folded on her knees by a beautifully crafted round table. This amenity is famous in the wrestling community; many of Victoria’s backstage promos were made seated by this table, around the rim names of women The Knight had fought side by side and reached glory with. Names like Shea London, Roxanne McCrimmon, La Sombra, and her current partner Danica Dadal, who was the other woman in the room.
She sat at the farthest possible spot by the table from Victoria, short in stature but large of heart and chest, the physical distance between the former tag champs was disconcerting to see.
The latest in the Hackenschmidt wrestling dynasty addressed the viewing audience, “A month ago, my partner Danica had her first challenge to the LAW championship. When the match’s integrity dissolved, Tamara Mitchell sought to retain her championship through nefarious means potentially injuring my partner. I intervened and thwarted her, indirectly injuring the official which meant he was unable to count the victory Danica had justly earned. “
The stacked Squire visibly tensed while Victoria recounted this part of their recent past but relaxed as soon as she started up again.
“In a moment of... compromised judgement, Danica tried using the foreign object that Tamara attempted to… and I stopped her.”
Victoria’s eyes cast down briefly, some regret flavouring her voice, but when she spoke again it was with resolve and it was clear the Knight felt she made the right decision.
“A choice that many of our loyal fans disagree with, but I believe that they will come to understand in time. In the confusion Tamara escaped with the title, while my partner and I had a disagreement.”
The corners of Danica’s mouth perk up slightly, the “disagreement” was the heavily endowed blonde giving Victoria perhaps the hardest slap in the face in recorded pro wrestling history. It went viral and even became a meme, the latest being BITCH! WHERE’S MY MONEY!
Hackenschmidt continues, “After talking about it, we decided it would be best to work things out the athletes of our caliber do, in the traditional way.”
The German reaches across the hallowed table and grasps Dadal’s hand while looking at the camera, The Squire’s smirk quickly fades and her face changes to a look that could be interpreted as guilt or sadness before reverting to her previous neutral expression.
“Danica and I will face each other in a match, and no matter who wins we will leave as teammates and friends,” Vic looks to Danica for the first time since the camera started rolling, making sure her Squire was still walking down the same path as she. The honey blonde remains silent but tilts her head toward her veteran partner in affirmation, squeezing her hand a bit. Hackenschmidt lets out a small smile that only hints at the great weight that’s lifted off her mind in that moment and looks back to the camera.
“Rest assured, when our steirt is dealt with… Tamara Mitchell is next on our agenda, and L.A.W will have a real champion again.”
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The lights of the world infamous L.A.W arena suddenly shut off. Now shrouded in darkness the attendees were blind, but they could hear the frantic braying of confused and angry horses, men and women releasing primal screams, and the clanging of metal.
Though they could not truly see it, the mind’s eye of the audience took in an epic battle from long ago, fought with wood, stone, fire and fist.
And steel.
The echo of sharpened swords grating against each other began to dominate the cacophony, small and quick sparks erupted in the dark in perfect time with the clanging metal creating an illusion of an intensely violent duel. Lambent arcs come faster and faster, building to a crescendo that ends with the sound of a cannon firing.
Then silence.
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TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air is filled with sound a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights, all focused on the towering sentinel that was Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT AKA THE KNIGHT
The German Giant stood tall and imposing in gleaming silver armor that reflected the bright lights shining down making her appear as a descended archangel, and you would be hard pressed to find someone in the building who’d argue that. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but left her high boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull that if you looked closely resembled a bejeweled crown. A fitted plackart covered Vic’s modest chest and firm belly that connected to a pair of pauldrons that covered her shoulders, all covered in in similar etchings to her helmet that gave off an aura of royalty.
Head bowed in a silent prayer, her gauntleted hands clutched the handle of cross hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length; a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her estate in Hesse, Germany. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her solemn march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
“MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING!! STANDING AT 5 FEET 11 INCHES!! WEIGHING IN AT 152 POUNDS!! FROM PHOENIX, ARIZONA BY WAY OF HESSE, GERMANY!! SHE IS THE VALIANT ONE!! THE CLEAVING SWORD!! VICTORIA “THE KNIGHT” HACKENSCHMIDT!!!”
Before the bell Victoria tries to keep focused on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to slap the hands of the LAW Dogs leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid looking metal box with a small slit is cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder, swings in a wide and swift circle before plunging it down into the box with one hand in a single smooth motion. Taking off her armor and placing it neatly on the step to be collected later by a ring attendant, The Knight is uncovered but somehow more dangerous in her usual ring attire of a white halter top with matching boy cut shorts, with white boots and knee pads, on her right arm an elbow length fingerless white glove. All her gear was decorated in thin black lines arranged to resemble plate armor similar to what she just discarded.
As The Knight stepped over the top rope the house lights came on and the spotlights turned off, Victoria’s ethereal and bombastic entrance always gets the crowd roaring, but once the majesty wore off jeers and boos began trickle in and mix with the cheers, building to a loud and very divisive reaction to the long time babyface powerhouse. Frowning a bit at the fans’ reaction Vic runs a hand through her close-cut golden hair and takes it in stride, their anger towards her is just a by-product of their love for her tag partner. The German nods to herself and does some light shoulder stretches as she waits, they’ll come around in a few weeks, they’ll understand I was protecting Danica, and I know she’d do the same for me.
The L.A.W.tron comes alive with The Squire’s usual entrance video of her kicking ass alongside her more decorated partner, but her music is different… instead of a repeat of Tunadot which is their team’s theme or the generic pop music Danica uses for her singles matches, the spectator’s were assaulted with some HARDCORE hip hop.
NECRO- YOU’RE FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT
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The addictive beat and violent lyrics confuses many, but a lot of the crowd start bobbing their heads to the Brooklyn rhymes. Victoria is a little surprised, but not too much; the diminutive Polish girl made no secret of her love for gangsta hip hop, a trait she gets roasted for regularly on social media. Vic is far more shocked by Danica’s appearance when she breaks past the curtains after she’s let her new theme song sink in.
DANICA DADAL AKA THE SQUIRE
Gone were the teasing short-shorts. In its place were TIGHT, white, shiny, PVC pants that showed off her sexy legs to great effect. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass that it was painted on, along each side were silver buttons that traveled down the legs to mid calf where it bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiling coyly at the reaction to her new look and music she spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom. Fans would all agree it was a clean look but lamented that it left Dadal “heartless,’” her previous top had a heart shaped cleavage cut out that fans would give their life savings to dip their faces in, while this new sleeveless blouse tucked neatly into her pants had no such blessing. A line of silver buttons on the white shirt were visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience (and her partner, no matter hard Victoria tries not to stare). Satisfied everyone got a good look Danica set off to the ring with a bit of a light hearted swagger in her step, which gave her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reached out to slap the hands of The Squire’s fans.
“MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING!! STANDING AT 5 FEET 3 INCHES!! WEIGHING IN AT 120 POUNDS!! FROM PHOENIX, ARIZONA BY WAY OF ATASCADERO, CALIFORNIA!! SHE IS OUR POLISH PUPPY!! DANICA “THE SQUIRE” DADAL!!!”
The freshly styled bombshell hops up back first onto the apron and rolls into the ring, getting up she trails her hands down her body and back up with a flourish, “What do you think?”
Victoria stares at her student without realizing it for a moment before she speaks, slightly embarrassed.
“I… I like it. Very fashionable, the music is…. new. Why the changes?”
Danica shrugs, “Felt like I needed a change, like I wasn’t being myself, you know?”
Victoria looks very concerned and takes a step closer, “Are you not feeling well?”
Her diminutive and triple D cupped partner narrows her eyes to the middle distance thinking a moment before answering, “Not for a while I think, but I’m getting better. And I think this match is just what I need.”
Victoria nods and pats Danica on the shoulder, “Of course. This is just what we need to clear the air. Jemandem die Daumen drücken.” Wishing her luck, she squeezes her student’s shoulder and turns to head to her corner. Danica nods to herself and pounds her fist into her palm as she heads to her own. This needs to happen. Things will be awkward for a bit but I NEED to do this.
DING DING!!
The divided tag team step out of their corners and circle the perimeter of the canvas eyeing each other warily. Their relationship may be a bit rocky but they’ve been sparring buddies for a few years by this point so actual combat is a fairly smooth transition. As they inch closer Hackenschmidt extends a hand which Danica gives a quick shake then jolts forward cinching an arm around her neck for tight headlock. Given their height difference Danica has be on the balls of her feet and really put some shoulder into the hold to make it effective, putting some grind on Vic’s ears Dadal tries to pull her teacher away from the ropes so she can’t- Victoria stands at full height. Taking Danica’s kicking feet clean off the mat, the former tag champ basically an elaborate piece of ring gear to The Giant from Germany. Nonchalantly Vic tussles Danica’s hair and shoves her off a few feet away, knowing correctly assuming that she’ll land on her feet.
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A little red faced at being handled so easily, Danica feels the laughter of the audience burning the back of her neck. Ignorant of this Victoria claps her hands twice in respect and gets in a traditional stance, “Good try, let's give it another go.”
Danica grumbles to herself and runs at her infuriatingly supportive mentor, not trusting she’d fall for a second feint the Polish Puppy engages with the larger woman in a collar and elbow tie up. Danica pushes against the young veteran with all her might but she’s still being forced back somewhat slowly by Victoria, who doesn't seem like she’s trying too hard to achieve this. Dadal’s back hits the buckles with a soft “thump,” the referee goes to break the clinch but Victoria lets go and steps way without him having to say a word; she retreats to mid-canvas, readies herself for another lock up. Motioning Danica with her fingers and a small smile which Danica knew was meant to be friendly but seemed pitying in her frustrated state, she mutters to herself quietly, “Alright Vic, you’re getting some rough facetime tonight.”
The Squire puts her hands up and approaches slowly… then kicks off at full speed! When she’s near her surprised teacher Danica pivots on one foot to thrust her right arm under The Valiant One’s to flip her on her tight Teutonic ass… at least that was the plan. One which Victoria spoiled by just by tensing slightly, using the sheer weight difference between them to stop Danica and make her look like some wannabe rookie.
“Great try,” Hackenschmidt drops her hips,” remember to plant your feet,” and sends her student eastward to the ropes with an Irish whip that has Danica practically pumping her feet in the air. Hitting the ropes with her shoulders and the curve of her ass the bombshell honey blonde recoils back to her large tag partner, just waiting to wrap Danica in a bearhug. One thing that Vic can be happy about in this uneasy situation is that she can see first hand that she trained her Squire well, nearly beaming as Danica somersaults between the German’s legs and springs forward to the strands behind Vic and rebounding off them for some extra power in her leaping shoulderblock that connects with Victoria’s sternum, the tackle makes Hackenschmidt wobble slightly but her feet don’t leave the mat, frustrating Danica. Judging by her tightening fist and nose flaring The Knight can see her little champion in arms is losing patience, and gestures to the adjacent ropes with a friendly challenge to vent Danica’s feelings. The Polish Puppy sprints off with a grunt that Hackenschmidt truly believes is from exertion. Second try yields the same results; Danica practically ricocheting off the multi-time world champ and nearly falling on her spankable bottom as an aftereffect.
‘3rd time’s the charm’ is the mantra running through the crowd favorite’s head, Danica runs the fastest the she’s moved all night and gets a slight groan out of the turnbuckles when she hits the ropes. Firing back at her personal and figurative roadblock Danica rams Victoria and the giant stumbles back! Though The Valiant One did not fall, this tiny retreat made crowd go wild. What they didn’t realize it was that it wasn’t really Danica’s strength that made the difference but her less than accurate aim. Danica would have completely failed if not for one of her bazooka’s concaving one of Victoria’s moe hills. The indirect contact with her tag partner’s moneymakers always brought forth tingles that Hackenschmidt forced back down but they always threw her off, a trait Danica noticed but never had the chance nor inclination to take advantage of. Until today.
The winsome woman in white hightails it to the last set of untouched ropes and nearly tear them from the posts when Danica careens into them, Victoria’s eyes widen taking in her sidekick’s jostling mammaries as she runs towards her, hypnotized to stillness along with every other red-blooded person in the room. Finally breaking under the strain, a button flies off the shirt after a violent jiggle, striking The Knight in the forehead.
“Autsch!”
Hackenschmidt flinches, meaning her eyes are closed when Danica collides into her with a springing full body tackle that has her breasts absorb and rebuff Vic’s smaller pair. The LAW dogs explode as Victoria finally leaves her feet and falls belly up in a gasping starfish before a stumbling back Squire, the wind truly knocked out of her.
“YEEEAH!!!”
Danica hollers out in primal joy swinging her right arm in wide circles as she races to a corner then back to her downed mentor, launching forward into a spinning backsplash that crushes Vic’s abdominals.
SOMERSAULT SENTON
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The German’s limbs flop upward after Danica’s landing, Victoria’s long ivory legs are easy for the smaller blonde to collect in one arm and pull in for a tight backpess. The referee (a Filipino man in his mid thirties) dives but the Valiant Victoria surges out of the pin before a one count. Danica is thrown off wildly and rolls across the canvas from young veteran’s sheer power. The Squire blinks and rushes to keep the pressure on LAW’s top contender but Hackenschmidt kips up to stand tall above a crawling Dadal.
Drowning in a sea of cheers and boos Victoria is smiling proudly, giving her sidekick some polite applause, “excellent work! That’s the first time you’ve ever brought me down!” The house lights are in the perfect angle behind Victoria to make her glow like an insurmountable ideal to an increasingly worried Danica, The Valiant Knight extends a hand to the still kneeling student. Danica stares at it a moment before taking it, letting Victoria gently pulling the Californian to her full height of 5’3.
When her Polish Puppy has both boots under her Victoria notices an island of tanned breast meat cresting the center of white of Dadal’s blouse, her envy (and many other confusing feelings) inducing cleavage pushed past the break in shirt like her breasts were pleading with Vic to rip off their confines and set them free and bouncing! Danica looks down wondering why Hackenschmidt hasn’t let go of her hand and sees what has her tag partner so hypnotized. Choking back a little laughter Dadal taps lightly at her own forehead, “got a little something there.”
“O-oh?”
Victoria snaps out of her daze embarrassed, lets go of her partner’s hand and feels the spot where Dadal’s button clipped her forehead, she tilts her head up and feels around for any break in the skin.
“Is it bleed- MIST!” (Damn!)
Hackenschmidt looks down to see Danica springing off the coils at full speed toward her! The Teutonic Terror tries to head her off with a clothesline but Danica ducks Victoria’s brawny arm and steamrolls forward to hit the ropes behind the towering former champ. As Dadal returns she goes into a feet first slide to trap her knees around Vic’s left calf, The Knight windmills her arms and hops on her right foot to keep from tumbling down. Refusing to be shrugged off once again Dadal starts hammering punches into a grimacing Victoria’s leg until that redwood falls over.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDDo25_skTw
Landing on her pert nose Vic is momentarily stunned, allowing her often looked over partner to get to her feet, grab Victoria’s ankles and flip her belly up. Standing between her friend’s long legs Danica steps her right foot outside The Valiant One’s right hip and bends Vic’s leg across her own, then the left leg over the ankle. Holding Hackenshmidt’s left foot to her side Danica tucks and rolls, forcing the taller woman spin along with her; the Polish woman now seated and the German lying on her taut stomach with their legs entwined. This strange hold was already uncomfortable, but when Dadal pushes Victoria’s foot away and places her free boot where the tibia meets the talus and presses down, the pain reaches a whole new level and the former LAW champ can’t help but cry out and pound the canvas.
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Victoria breathes heavily through her nose and digs her fingers into the canvas, her firm backside involuntarily twitching with pain to Dadal’s delight. The cleaving sword of LAW bites back a groan and speaks, “I did not teach you this Dada, did you think of it yourself?”
Leaning on her elbow and side Danica puts more pressure on the captured limb making her good friend let out an atypical whine, “I did, I call it The Kruczyki. You like it?” She asks with a taunting tone that Vic completely misses as she forces the German’s heel to tap against her haunch, The Knight is sent into another set of spasms.
“EEEERrrrgh! I do! You must teach me this one day, Dada!”
Hackenschmidt’s praise created an odd mix of emotions in Dadal’s heart; happiness for getting her role model’s respect and annoyance that she still didn’t seem to take her seriously as an opponent. Of course, anything she was feeling was washed away under a tide of shock as Victoria pushed up on her strong hands and began to crawl to the ropes, her heavy paws echoing with each jerking yank of their bodies. Dragging their combined weight like it was a light workout routine The Knight crosses the canvas in a disturbingly short amount of time, throwing an arm over the bottom rope with expediency but not desperation. The official claps his hands and yells “break!” and Danica complies after a one count, their friendship as tenuous as it is at the moment still factored in how Danica conducts herself.
Legs unsteady, Hackenschmidt leans on the ropes as she gets vertical. Danica backs away at the ref’s urging, retreating to the turnbuckles at the German’s 6.
Victoria lets out a breath as her stems regain some of their standard steel quality, “You are always surprising me, Dada. I must remember to keep my head on a s-” PWAK! “AARH!”
Facing away from her junior Vic was turning her head to see her when Danica shot forward, punting the meat of The Knight’s left leg just above the knee. The taller blond staggers and holds on to the top coil for dear life as The Polish Puppy rapid fires kicks up and down Victoria’s stem, knowing The Teutonic Terror’s level of strength and skill Danica knows she has to strike hard, often, and dirty… or end up being reduced to a superfluous sidekick in the eyes of her peers and the fans. Vic is buckling and shuddering under Dadal’s ferocity, hanging on to the ropes for dear life as she puts boot prints in her leg. Victoria in no way expected her dearest friend to turn this into a hard-hitting grudge match. I didn’t know she was still so angry…
“I’m winning this Vic!” with this declarative statement bellowed with as much bass as possible with her often described as “naughty hotline voice”, whips her leg out to bury her boot tip in The Knight’s knee- and misses! Hackenschmidt raises her leg at the last moment letting Dadal’s bell bottomed leg whiff past. Her weight totally off-balance Danica has to has to do a bit of ballet dancing to keep from falling in a leg split or on her face, she whirls back to her larger prey and gets PASTED to the canvas by Victoria’s forearm! When her voluptuous partner barrels past the young veteran Victoria chanced her hurting leg for a discus clothesline that splats into Danica just above her restrained breasts falling to her knees in the process, her bestie and roommate is forced into a spin cycle before landing hard on her neck and shoulders. Ankles hanging by her own ears Danica is matchbooked with her tightly PVC wrapped ass reflecting the house lights, her only movement the rise and fall of her sweater fillers.
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The LAW crowd let out an empathic and collective groan at the sight of the juggy underdog being brutally driven to mat, then they turned their energy to the remorseful Hackenschmidt. As the hardbody kneewalked to check on her addled junior the audience booed and hissed, fully transitioning from the mixed reaction The Knight had received earlier in the bout. Victoria noted the hateful reaction from the spectators and it did hurt... but her focus was entirely on her buns up partner, “I’m sorry Danica! I didn't mean to hit you so hard.”
Victoria saw no indication that Dadal heard her given the lack of movement in her slightly open mouth and closed eyes, but she did. The familiar sound of her big sister-in-spirit’s love and concern sparked a flash of irritation inside Danica’s soul that slowly spread throughout her body, and forced her consciousness to seep back. The only coherent thought breaking through the fog is she thinks I’m weak…
Hackenschmidt traps her friend’s ankles around her head with a defined arm securing her for the pin. The official sets palm to canvas…
ONE!!
TWO!!
THNNOOOO!!
The Squire wriggles out of her diminished position just in time crumbling onto her side to great applause, Danica rolls a few feet away and tries to shake her head clear. The Valiant Victoria doesn't contest the count (she rarely does) looking disheartened at having to inflicting more pain on her sidekick... but knows Danica will not allow a loss while she can still fight. It’s what endeared her to Vic in the first place. Walking over to a still dazed Dada, Hackenschmidt gently takes her under the arm and starts pulling her up, flinching as the diminutive triple D cupped damsel starts hooking punches into Victoria’s side. A hefty shot to the German’s liver gives her great pause and the crowd begins to swell with adulation for the resurging Squire, who starts pouring it on with both hands. Danica’s fists start picking up speed as they bounce off The Knight’s tight abs and sides, taller woman gives away some ground, retreating so she can put up a guard against her bestie’s wild swings. At first swinging on instinct Danica’s shots become more accurate, worming their way around Vic’s raised arms. Her mentor may be regretting those long hours spent refining the Polish pugilist’s striking.
Mixing in some low kicks to set Victoria off balance Dadal digs a strong left uppercut just under The Knight’s ribs, the leader of their team hisses and falters holding her side, and Danica takes this moment of weakness to wind up a discus punch but gets borderline impaled by The Teutonic Terror’s raised knee before she connects!
It’s the puppy’s turn to shy away, raised off her feet by the blow Dadal falls sitting on her calves, red-faced, gasping and holding her belly fearing it may fall out. A lightly perspiring Victoria takes Danica by the head and guides her between her strong thighs, bending over she takes her Squire’s arms in dual underhooks and deadlifts the pintsized JUGGernaut onto her right shoulder. Her spine balancing on the fulcrum that was Vic's shoulder Dadal fruitfully bicycled her legs trying to slip out of the painful hold, dreading what would be coming next. The LAW Dogs fall silent then collectively groan with sympathy when The Knight brings down her right arm then rapidly back up, turning into the movement and falling to slam Danica into the mat with a colossal spinning neckbreaker/ gourdbuster.
MJOLNIR FALLS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cviEG8zxZA&list=PLeRPsdtvusXiROvHPBxh0BXVkuPhU_QUs&index=7
The fans loudly express their vitriol at a crestfallen Hackenschmidt, not enjoying hurting her sister in arms or the people’s hatred at what she thought was morally the best choice to protect Danica from going down a dark path. The Knight crawls over her partner’s form and takes Dadal by the wrists and presses them to the canvas over her head for a pin.
ONE!!
“Stay still, Schätzchen” Victoria whispers.
TWO!!
No three?
Vic looks at the official in confusion, and he points to the bottom rope where from Danica has a heel dangling.
“Verdammt…”
If she wanted a quitter as a tag partner, she wouldn’t have chosen Danica. Eagle-eyed long-time fans of the German see that despite echo of their landing Vic definitely did not hit her finisher with the usual zeal, and that’s why Dadal was able to escape defeat. A burning fact that Danica herself is aware of as she slowly and ungainly climbs the ropes to try and stand, an already risen Victoria looks pensive and unsure how to end this without hurting her student too badly. Danica throws her limp arms over the top rope breathing heavily, “No… No… I’m not-llLLAAA!”
Not bullying but outmaneuvering the ref Hackenschmidt slips behind The Squire effortlessly puts her in a fireman's carry and walks her to center canvas, the volume of the watching masses rises dramatically seeing the set up for one of The Knight’s classic finishers, The Iron Hand.
“Grit your teeth Dada, or you might bite your tongue,” Victoria advises, slowly twisting right to build up power in her swing. This piece of loving counsel acts like an ice-cold shower for Danica, awakening her to cruel consciousness. She starts pumping elbows to the side of Vic’s head, when that fails to free her Danica palms Hackenschmidt’s face and starts mashing her features, making the towering Teutonic stumble around with the shorter wrestler across her shoulders like a caveman courting gone wrong.
“Dadmmgh! Stahhpmmm!”
Vision impaired and teetering the Deutschland Dominator throws Danica off her shoulders abandoning The Iron hand, accidentally beaming the referee in the face with Polish girl’s boots. The zebra falls over glancing his head off the middle and bottom buckles on his way down knocking him loopy. Danica lands ungracefully on her feet recoiling her back off the ropes to a halting stop, Hackenschmidt turns to face her buddy with an admonishment on her tongue but stops when she regards the slain zebra by the corner.
“Mein Gott! Es tut uns leid! Are you alaAAAA!!”
With her Knight focused on the official’s welfare, Danica sees an opportunity and takes it with a vengeance! Sprinting like an Olympic track and fielder the pint-sized Pitbull gives her friend running PUNT to the privates that Vic will remember for the rest of her life.
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The sound of Dadal’s boot slapping against Victoria’s special place has the fans moaning in sympathy even as they LOSE THEIR SHIT at this change of winds. Hackenschmidt falls to her knees holding her traumatized center, heaving and struggling not to cry (more than she already is) the excruciating pain overriding her shock at her best friend hitting her below the belt- and so violently! Danica runs back to the strands recoiling off them into a basement crossbody that flattens The Valiant One between the mat and her ample curves.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMJ-F8X7NL8
Danica grunts a mocking “Grit your teeth Vic!” and starts wrenching Victoria’s head side to side to hard punches, with The Knight’s arms were between her kicking legs which were trapped under the raging Squire’s pert bottom, leaving her only defence against Danica’s wild fists a confused and tearful gaze. Bucking like sick horse Hackenschmidt gets one arm free and wraps her strong hand around a meat hook before it belts her across the face again.
“Shtop, Danica!” Victoria’s natural accent growing thicker as she loses her composure, “Please! This is notAAAAH!”
Unable to free her closed hand from Hackenschmidt’s grasp Dadal swings her other fist behind and down striking Victoria’s abused pussy. The Deutschland Dominator shudders violently before flopping flat, her grip on Danica’s fist forgotten. Danica turns her regained hand into a paddle and Bytch Slaps her just as hard as the last time they shared a ring together. Even with her reddening face a wicked imprint of the Polish woman’s hand burned brightly on Victoria’s cheek.
Knocked dizzy by her roommate's pimphand, The Valiant One just writhes on the ring floor, one hand rubbing her cheek the other tending to her nethers as Danica bolts off her form and stalks the perimeter of the ring. Shaking and hitting the ropes, amping up the crowd, lost in an emotional maelstrom of rage, joy, shame, and freedom. The referee in the corner is semi-conscious and stirring, but still pretty out of it.
Victoria blinks some of the stars away and tries to mentally bury her pain down to deal with her out of control spiritual sister. She slowly sits up only to be violently driven down again, Danica taking a running leap to drive her knees into Victoria’s chest and sliding into a front facesit.
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“Not used to spending so much time on your back huh? Maybe if you did, you’d be less of a killjoy!”
Danica sweeps her tightly and thinly covered center up and down Victoria’s blindsided and protesting face, making sure her decorated partner was feeling just as much humiliation as she felt at every singles loss. The LAW Dogs reaching new level of ecstatic volume at this FAWN-like behaviour, the talk among the dirtsheets post match will be that Dadal may be ready for the big leagues.
Danica bit her lower lip as she ground harder on Hackenschmidt’s features, “I’m starting to get why the bad girls do this! It really gets the job done! Gak!”
In a heated moment Danica’s back was deeply arched making her head an easy target for the tip of Victoria’s swinging boot, the kick knocking the Californian off her perch. Victoria quickly rolls onto her stomach and clumsily rises in stages, Dadal rushes swinging wild with clubbing blows trying to beat her larger (probably former) friend down. The German palms Danica’s face and shoves her away, Victoria’s raw strength forcing the stacked shorty to stumble and trip into a backwards pratfall onto her face.
“Good God, why is she so strong!?” Danica grunts out her frustration, she gets up runs towards Victoria. Whatever she planned to do will remain a mystery, when The Squire nears Victoria rears up and gives her roommate a shoe leather facial, matchbooking Danica with a potential fight ending big boot.
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After a small beat of stunned silence, the crowd resumes their hatred of Hackenschmidt, the decorated young heroine spoiling their fun once again. Victoria just barely recognizes the sound; the vast majority of her focus on her crazed partner Dadal, lying her side and forced once again to resurge under Victoria’s devastating power. Leaning heavily on the coils Hackschmidt wills her hands to grip the ropes tightly instead of massaging her tender center.
“Vat is wrong with you Danica! We’re supposed to be working through zis! I’m your partner!”
“PARTNER!!” Danica whips her head up and screeches. Aches and pains forgotten she stands tall and stalks to look her friend face to face albeit straining her neck for the height difference.
“I was never your partner! I was your sidekick! Your pet! You never wanted me to have any success of my own, did you? You just wanted me dependant on YOU!”
“NO! NO! That’s not true!”
Victoria violently shakes her head crying now for an entirely different reason. Danica was unmoved, years of frustration with her upbringing and unintentional stifling bursting out of her like a violent torrent flowing out of a broken dam.
“I could have been the world champion! I could have stepped out on my own! And you hated it! You were going to lose your sexy student. Since you weren’t able to work up the nerve to ask me out you wanted to keep under your thumb?”
Victoria went deathly pale, “.... what?”
“You think I can‘t tell when someone’s looking at my tits?” Danica crosses her arms under her overflowing bounty and gives them an unnecessary boost, unable to stop herself Hackenschmidt glances down into The Squire’s attention demanding cleavage and snaps out of it with a self admonishment... then tries to sputter an apology.
“I-I-I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! I always tried to be respectful... I pushed those feelings away! I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself! I’ve been getting looks since middle school... if you had the guts to least work my chest during training maybe you wouldn’t be such a prudish hen! You’ve earned some facetime!”
Vic’s eyes went wide as Danica’s talons reached up and dug themselves in the back of the German’s hair and brings her surprised and unsettled features DEEP into the crevice between Danica’s pale hills via the gap in her blouse. Like her cord has been yanked harshly from the outlet all the power leaves Victoria’s body, the high-flying powerhouse reduced to shuffling, slaps, and indecipherable muffled shouts from the depths of Dadal’s tit canyon. “Facetime” was what Danica called it when a more endowed wrestler gave another a face scrubbing with their chest. Something that Danica never does despite her natural gifts and literal begging from the LAW Dogs... and this bit of character growth (or degradation) had them barking up a storm, many of them volunteering to be her second victim.
“MMMMPF! MMMRRRGGF! LLLGRFF!”
Victoria had the wild sense of urgency of a small, trapped animal. Unable to think straight from the apparent loss of her best friend, Vic could not escape the prison of pulchritude that made up her entire world at the moment. No light to be found in the jugg smother, Victoria’s could only feel Danica’s hot skin against her face, taste the light sheen of perspiration rolling off her sternum and inhaling her scent, something that Victoria will remember for weeks after no matter how hard she wants to forget.
Feeling The Valiant One’s breath against her chest beginning to slow and her movements ebb Danica backed Hackenschmidt into the nearest corner before ejecting her teacher from her happy valley. The gigantic German is aflush and breathing heavily, trying to blink away the jug sweat from her eyes. Either timing it perfectly or just a twist of fate Danica rips off her shirt off to ecstatic cheers and throws it in Vic’s face further blinding her. The Knight takes a moment to use the shirt to wipe her face and throws it to the side just in time to witness her tag partner, now wearing a lacey red bra with a tiny bow between the cups, take a running leap into the air for a flying avalanche splash! Truth be told Victoria had the reflexes to step aside to save herself, but was too transfixed by the sight of Danica’s jostling front in it’s new barely-there red covering, so she ends up taking the splash dead on in a gifable tits on face collision.
Crushed between the buckles and her cannonball of a student, Hackenschmdit falls to a seat in the corner, arms hanging limply over the bottom strands. The Polish Puppy takes each long leg of Victoria’s and bends them back, trapping each calf under the middle ropes and contorting Vic into a tawdry pose with her ankles behind her head. The air fills with whistles and catcalls; it’s a rare sight to see The Knight in a position more associated with the big money FAWN or the penthouse circuit... sympathy is nowhere to be found for the struggling Hackenschmidt. Reduced to ineffectual bucking against coils, Victoria learns leverage generally beats muscle, she pushes up against the bottom ropes to free her walking sticks but accomplishes little, other than making a sexy video for the celeb bondage subreddit later that night.
While Vic tried and failed to escape her snares Danica reaches down and takes two handfuls of her pants by the knees, whipping them off and into the air like a surprise strip-o-gram! The now revealed to be tear-away white pants shine in the house lights as they soar into the crowd, nearly causing a mini riot as the attendees fight over the scraps. Covering Dadal’s holiest of holy’s was a red lacey thong that matched her boulder holders, so high on the hips it was a miracle it stayed on, a little bow at the top made it seem like Hackenschmidt was about to get a VERY aggressive present. Victoria’s eyes locked on it as Danica stood tall above her (or as much as she could) the image of her curvaceous bestie in her near naked glory would be burned into Vic’s retina’s for years.
Raising a pleading hand through her splayed legs Victoria tries once again to make her partner see reason.
“Dada please wait! I know you’re mad but I didn’t mean to cost you the championship and didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I‘ve seen what happens to women who go down this path and it’s never good! I stopped you from hitting Tamara with that chair because you were better than that.”
"Well, maybe I don't WANNA be better than that! Did you ever think of that?"
Danica practically spits her words at the woman who was her teacher, friend, roommate and sister.
"All my life, people have been telling me how I should act, what I oughtta do...From my uptight, conservative parents, to my teachers in private school, right up to my so-called mentor. Well now, I'm gonna do what I wanna do! And if you don't like it, you can either kiss this!” Danica gives her own ass a slap that makes Vic flinch, then cups her newly freed juggs and gives them hard shake, “Or these! Because when I get you in the ring, that's exactly what you'll be doing when I'm done with you!"
Dadal gives The Valiant One a hard stomp in the gut, seeing the referee in her peripheral vision finally starting to clear his head and get up, The Squire runs to buckles directly ahead from Vic and baseball slides out of the ring and climbs to the high rent district. Gripping the top strands Danica bounces up and down to build power in her leap while make hard eye contact with a worried Victoria.
“And stop calling me Dada! From this point on…”
Danica takes to the sky in a tremendous jump throwing her legs out and straight in a sensational form.
“I’M YOUR DADDY!”
As the flying Pole lands on her round ass the heel of Danica’s left boot strikes with sadistic precision onto Hackenschmidt’s sore womanhood!
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The once intimidating giant lets out the highest pitch of a squeal imaginable and convulses heavily, breathing deeply as tears flow freely down her face. Her violent trembling freeing her from the ropes but Vic is too paralyzed from pain to do little more than turn to her side and curl into a fetal position. Any discomfort from Danica’s landing and accrued damage from the match is kept at bay with pure adrenaline and a dizzying sense of personal freedom. Danica kips up in frenzy beckoning the crowd to cheer louder with pumping hands and a shimmy of her chest. The LAW Dogs are eager to respond with dueling chants of…
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
DA-NI-CA!!!
WHO’S!!! YOUR!!! DADDY!!!
Danica forces herself not to cry at the adulation, the fans weren’t cheering her as the underdog or The Knight’s partner, or just for how she fills out her ring gear. She was getting cheered forkicking ass!
Danica turns to treat her mewling mentor to some mudhole stomping but sees Victoria powering into a low crouch leaning face first heavily against the ropes, still in far too much pain consider having her back to her traitorous mentee is a bad idea. Approaching silently Danica forces her under Vic’s left armpit while grabbing her wrist cinching her free arm tightly around the German’s waist, with the two handholds Danica walks/carries the much larger woman to center ring. Hitting their mark Danica forces The Valiant One into another quick crouch while shifting her left arm from Victoria’s waist to between her legs, the Polish punisher explodes to full height hoisting the giant onto her shoulders for the briefest of moments before falling backward, Hackenschmidt taking the impact on her upper back. The Olympic slam staking its claim to the hurt overriding Victoria’s senses.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 1
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRCNLNeKN3E
It’s possible Danica could have pinned her and won then and there but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Dadal’s frenzy; wheeling to a softly moaning Hackenschmidt’s head, The Sadistic Squire pushes her to a seat and circles her head with a sinister dragon sleeper. Forcing Victoria to rise in the hold or be beheaded, Danica grabs a flailing right arm just below the wrist, leaning hard starboard she pauses just long enough to savour the moment before whipping back in a spiral motion- driving Victoria’s head into the mat with a rolling cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE PART 2
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The sound of The Knight’s head being driven into the ring floor echoes in the building, Victoria lies unconscious on her belly, cheek pressed into the rough canvas. Dadal shoves Vic onto her back and slides on top, she grabs Victoria's forearms and forces them straight above her head, Danica’s large chest enveloping and obscuring the former Terror’s face from the cameras.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!!!!
The fans shout their support for Danica’s once thought to be impossible victory, but the woman’s own screaming voice rings out distinct from all the others. As soon as the referee’s hand hit the mat for the third time Danica sat up rapidly on Vic’s stomach- the German’s head briefly rising with her still trapped between Dadal’s conquering juggs, she slips out from them and falling back to the canvas, face moist from tit sweat. Danica gets up and backs away from her dozing partner, a victory lap on Vic’s face seems like a step too far even in rage, and right now Danica was the happiest she’s ever been.
HER FIRST SINGLES WIN EVER!!!!!!!
Her new theme song blaring explicit rap lyrics blaring through the speakers is drowned out by the roar of the arena, tears are brought to Dadal’s eye by the masses’ support of her new attitude and packaging, for once she was the top contender! She was the main girl! She was the top attraction and the rest of the roster is gonna have to deal with it! Danica rolls out of the ring and does a lap of the guardrail, slapping hands and hugging fans. On sheer impulse grabbing a rotund male fan by the back of head and shoving his face in deep into her cleavage to uproarious applause. Dadal keeps the festivities going with the Dogs till she travels up one side of the rail and all the way up the ramp, smiling brightly with victorious fists in the air she gazes into the ring to commit how her teacher looks to memory. so, her future autobiography will describe this moment with unyielding accuracy… and her smile drops in an instant.
Victoria Hackenschmidt was crying in the ring. Curled up in a ball either by the countless low blows or by pure despair, Victoria sobbed while covering her face from the fans and the cameras, some fans of the more shithead persuasion threw empty beer cups at her humbled form before they were halted by security and the more merciful spectators. Her simmering anger and other feelings that cloud the mind fade away and Danica experiences something akin to a flash hangover. Vic WAS her friend; her pseudo big sister never had any ill intention. She just was just holding her back without realizing it. After all this could Danica just come down and make amends?
The victrix’s internal debate was interrupted by the chanting throngs.
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
FU-TURE CHAMP!!!
Danica steels herself, no backsliding she thinks, I’ll make it up to her after I’m champion. The Polish Pitbull gives her chest one last shake for the hard camera and heads to the back, chasing away any thoughts of her partner with those of future wins.