Post by dsb on Nov 26, 2019 1:01:27 GMT
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one-woman powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colors before resetting to black, the pale shadow switching to a different variation of a slam to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
RAM JAM- BLACK BETTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_2D8Eo15wE
Out steps a pair of new hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; A tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes she took measure of the ring and the surrounding area... The Canadian Destroyer looked ready for her first foray in the big time, her new ring togs conservative by FAWN standards represented her straightforward mindset and rural background plainly.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear colored red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. From the waist down a texture and color change creating faux denim; a daisy dukes substitute complete with belt loops, her thumbs hooked into the ones sewn at her sides, in her right hand two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger.
OLUNIKE WAITE
Beside Olunike stood her shorter childhood friend, manager, dungeon master and sometimes tag partner Hazeema McMurray, dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered till her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her stone pillar of partner. In one pumping fist she held a bottle of Gus n’ Bru whiskey
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
“Can you BELIEVE this Waite?” Hazeema excitedly turns to her stoic client, “We went from beating up hockey players in the parking lot to sold out arenas in the states!”
Olunike doesn't change her expression and gives a nod, “Taking down beautiful women for huge cheques sure outranks beating down dudes with treasure trails, Let’s get at ‘er.”
“10-4 good buddy.”
The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand every now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO CANADA! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY AND REPRESENTING THE NORTHERN COALITION! STANDING AT 171cm AND WEIGHING IN AT 59kgs! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER… OLUNIKE WAITE!”
Before the tall drink of Esker rolls into the ring, Waite places the two shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge, while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each taking a shot in hand they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike hands her glass to McMurray who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up the new hardbody’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike slides into the squared circle and throws up a fist to the crowd before heading to the corner to wait for her opponent for the evening.
It isn’t long before the loud sounds of Empire State of Mind by Alicia Keys blasting all across the sound system.
EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT4RlDl7z3w
As soon as that starts playing across the speakers, we are able to see money falling from the ceiling, the hundred-dollar notes all have images of Emery Coleridge on each bill. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as the rich brat makes her way out of the back clad in her two-piece blue bikini.
EMERY COLERIDGE
She smiles as knowing she isn’t here alone as her butler Jenkins comes out beside her with a box of wet wipes in his hand. Emery stops at the roaring FAWN crowd cheering her on. She smiles at the crowd as she extends her hand out and slaps the outstretched hands of the fans. Jenkins looks at her
“Lady Coleridge do you need a wet wipe?!”
“No Jenkins that will be reserved for wiping the filth of my opponent off of my hands. It has been a while and tonight we will give the fans what they want… Which is the return of me!”
The fans continue to cheer Emery on as she takes her time making her way to the ring. Jenkins walks onto the apron first and holds the second rope down so that Emery can elegantly make it into the ring. She smiles as she steps inside walking past her opponent as she walks to the opposite corner. She ascends to the top of the turnbuckle and holds her arm upwards which receives an uproar of cheers. She smiles as she looks out into the crowd.
“I’m back!!!!!!!!”
They all clap in return as she slowly turns her attention over to her opponent with a grin. Olunike walks forward with no hesitation or arrogance and shoves an open hand forward with a step and a nod for Emery to take.
“Miss Coleridge. How are ya now?”
Emery raises an eyebrow as Jenkins quickly jumps onto the apron with a wet wipe in hand. The crowd begins to cheer as Emery looks at them before she slowly moves her way close to Olunike and locks her hand with her very own for a handshake.
“I would say I am feeling like a million bucks but I am more of a billionaire. You ready to do this sweetie?! Just let it be known I won’t hold any punches or slaps back, and my slaps tend to sting a lot.”
“If ya held back I’d take it personally. Let’s quit jawin and get to brawlin.”
“The feeling is mutual. Although the only brawlin I see would be you taking a Bitch Nap”
The northern hardbody breaks the handshake and goes to her corner. Emery follows suit going into her own corner as the striped clad zebra looks at both competitors as he quickly calls for a bell, it sounds loudly signaling the start of the match. Emery smirks as she takes her time sizing her opponent up, she doesn’t leave her corner.
“If you want to brawl so bad why don’t you come on. I got a surprise for you sweetheart!” Emery smirks as she flicks her hair.
Rude to turn down an invitation. Olunike takes on a loose boxer’s stance and marches forward wordlessly, though her manager did enough talking for both of them; exalting Waite’s past victories and attributes to the announcers and the fans at home. Emery takes a couple steps out but lets herself be boxed in by the much larger fighter. Olunike fires off a few testing jabs that prob Emery’s defenses but are deflected by her forearms. Olunike goes for a teeth rattling straight right that goes over the billionaire's head as she dives to the side, wrapping her ankles around one of Waite’s for a Drop Toe Hold into the corner. A surprised Olunike hits the second turnbuckle face first, but she doesn’t crumble completely to the mat. Apparently still coherent to stay up on all fours.
Emery is taken back as she slowly rises up to her feet.
“Why won’t you stay down?!”
Coleridge grabs Olunike’s curly locks and smashes her face on the top buckle one. Two. Three times then releases and steps back with a flourish.
The Canadian stands straight with her back to the camera and Emery. She turns around with the same stern, but not aggressive expression she’s worn all night and when she speaks its very matter of fact.
“I’d try something else, that truck won’t make it past the driveway.”
“Oh, is that a fact. I guess I have to resort to flattening a few tires instead.”
Emery changes up her strategy and this time she goes low with an attempt to clip the Canadian’s right leg. Her leg buckles as she falls to one knee. Emery doesn’t waste any time as she begins to drive her foot against the right leg working it over and over as she drives stiff kick after kick to the right leg. She sneaks behind Olunike as she jumps up looking for a massive stomp to the back of the Canadian’s leg. Emery smiles as it seems to have some effect. Yet Olunike somehow rising back up to her feet.
“Stay down!!!”
Emery backs up a few feet as she watches the Canadian make it to her feet. Without hesitation Coleridge sprints as fast as she could towards Olunike.
THUNK!
In a strange and unexpected flow of movement The Canadian Destroyer launches herself head first like a missile at the oncoming Emery and near knocks her out with a flying headbutt. Emery not only falls to the ground but she does a 180 as she falls backwards and flat on her front. She seems to be out of it as she reaches for her face in pain towards the ropes, Jenkins quickly gets on the apron with a bottle of water and splashes some on her face.
“Get up Lady Coleridge…”
Emery slowly comes to a bit as she moans on the ring floor.
“Did I get hit by a Mack truck?!”
“More like a Zamboni,” Waite pulls at the billionaire’s ankles and drags her to center canvas, booting Emery in the face as a pacifier when she tries to get up. Olunike stands straight with arms at her sides and tips over like a Canadian redwood, her head colliding again with Emery’s. Coleridge rolls side to side as she grabs at her head in pain. She seems a bit out of it as she falls back to the ground trying to stand, so Waite yanks Emery back up to her feet and bends her over to shove the New Yorker’s head between her well toned legs. The dusky beauty hauls Coleridge onto her shoulders like she was a bag of leaves but Emery uses her edge in experience to roll with the momentum down Waite’s back. As the New York socialite tumbles down the larger beauty she slips her legs under Olunike’s armpits and swings her upper body through her legs. Olunike is suddenly thrown to the mat with her ankles above her head with Emery pressing down with all her might!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvOCHuRHw1Q
ONE!
TWO!
Coleridge is thrown off violently with Waite’s kick out, the rich miss couldn’t believe how much she was getting overpowered. She decided to go for a change in strategy. Emery quickly gets up to her feet and decides to take it to the top ropes not wasting any time ascending all the way to the top of the turnbuckle. She waited for Olunike to rise to her feet and as soon as the farmer did, she jumps off attempting a flying crossbody. Emery flies like the lightweight she is and slams into The Canadian destroyer, Waite actually catches airborne brunette but her momentum is too much and she’s sandwiched between Coleridge and the covered plywood. Waite’s legs raise involuntarily after the impact, Emery hooks the left stem and applies a lateral press.
ONE !
TWO!
Again, Emery is forced into the air with the power of Olunike’s rejection. However, as Emery is pushed into the air she manages to land on her feet. She doesn’t waste any time as she yanks the Canadian up by the hair right to her feet. She Irish whips her to the corner and when Olunike smashes into them Emery steps outside onto the apron and quickly runs up the turnbuckle behind Olunike. Her back is facing Emery, and the Billionaire presses her knee against the back of Olunike’s head and falls forward planting Waite into the mat with her Billion Dollar Face Plant. The crowd goes wild as Emery turns her over hooking a leg for a pin fall.
ONE!
TWO!
And a third time Emery is forcibly thrown from the pin! Waite’s visibly frustrated at this point at this point and storms over before the billionaire can fully right herself slamming a knee into her stomach. Emery lets out a deep groan clutching her middle then, a grunt when a forearm bangs into her bowed back. Quick as you please the lady from Letterkenny puts her up and slams her down onto her head and creamy shoulders with a snap powerbomb. Olunike widens her feet to keep Coleridge locked in the matchbook for her first win in FAWN.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxy5S4UVwHg
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
It’s Waite’s first and the closest pin of night, Emery forcing one shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. Waite doesn't let that discourage her, she grabs the rich girl’s wrists and deadlifts her to high noon in the powerbomb position and brings her down hard on the nearest set of buckles!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xq5xEnuNSs
Coleridge slides down the corner into a puddle on the ring floor. Olunike takes a thumb and wipes a bit of sweat off her forehead.
“I’d pin ya but something tells me you got some fight left in ya,” Olunike takes a limb wrist and pulls a groggy Emery to feet. She pulls her in close and sends her away with an Irish Whip, falling to one knee in to give some extra- if unnecessary power behind it. Coleridge sprints and turns to hit the coils with her back and springs back planning to duck a clothesline, and gets another skull on skull meeting for her displeasure.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7psmUCNvtgc
Emery is knocked flat with another running headbutt; her return to the big leagues looking perhaps a bit rushed, Olunike hops in the air and lands a no-nonsense leg drop on the now gagging brat’s throat. The North Coalition member straddles the billionaire's chest and reaches back to grab Emery’s right calf to pull it in for a tight matchbook, her other hand palm flat against the canvas for a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!!
Coleridge just manages to wriggle a shoulder free to save herself before the official counts her out, surprising most of the people in the building considering how hard those last hits were. Olunike nods and pats her shoulder in respect, then slowly raises Emery to stand in stages, the brat’s legs quite rubbery at that point. FAWN’s newest hardy body presses close before stepping back to put some real WHIP into the Irish without disconnecting, when Emery’s at full extension she reels her back in and swings low through her legs to take the rich brat into a vicious 360 that ends with her back splattering on the mat.
youtu.be/IHFghxZMi5I?t=3326
Emery screams as loud as she possibly could as she grabs at her back in pain. Emery refused to be down and out however. Breathing heavily as she slowly crawls over to the corner as her butler speaks to her.
“Need a bottle of water Ms. Emery?!”
Emery grimaced in pain. “Not now Jenkins… Grrrr….”
“Your father would be so proud of you…”
Emery had dealt with her share of issues since being away from FAWN. The death of her father was one of them and upon hearing that she brought herself to a vertical base. She couldn’t help but breathe heavily as she turned her attention back to her opponent.
“Okay Olunike I can take more. Part of me wants to use my old tactics but I rather not go that route!”
Emery motioned for the Canadian to come at her. The New York Socialite stood firmly on her perch awaiting Olunike’s next move. The large rookie knew Coleridge would kick out if she pinned her but didn’t like the feel of punching down, so she gave her senior a moment’s reprieve that the socialite just ended by standing straight. Moving like brown lightning Waite digs a toe kick that Emery feels between her lungs, now instinctively bowed over Waite puts her up for another standard but devastating powerbomb. Overly familiar with this position at this point in the dance already, Emery takes a couple of handfuls of Olunike’s glorious hair and pulls in two different directions! Knowing the usual skull punching would hurt her knuckles more than the Canadian.
“AAA!!! Cease this Tomfuckery!”
The Canadian destroyer is no fan of catfighting, particular because her hair is strong and healthy, bitchier types have to pull twice as hard to pull it out! Now stumbling around the ring with a One Percenter’s crotch in her face Waite had lost all her sense of the ring, while Emery had clear vision and quickly formulated a plan. As Waite lumbered near the set of ropes by the announcer's desk Coleridge threw her weight back and over the ropes, dangling from the hardbody’s neck like a large and obscenely expensive tie. Olunike was quite surprised when Coleridge’s torso leaned away and she could see her manager Hazeema’s worried face, more so when Emery grabbed the bottom rope and used every once of strength in her legs to pull Olunike over the ropes into the outside!
Olunike is sent keeling over the coils in a moment that has the crowd popping! The large Canadian lands on both feet fairly safely while a bit disoriented, needing to hold on the nearby announcer’s desk where as Emery hits the edge of the apron a touch hard with her stomach, but has the presence of mind to roll back into the ring. A worried McMurray leans out of her seat with both hands flat on the table’s surface, the camera lens getting a great angle of her cleavage for the audience watching at home.
“Olunike! You alright?”
She pats down her hair back to it’s normal pleasing shape, “I’m fine, I… “
“LOOK OUT!”
McMurray’s warning comes a tad too late as Emery breaks from a full sprint into a tope sucida that has her body crashing like a bullet into Olunike!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJF_c-_xFXI
The big bruiser doesn’t fall BUT she does hit the small of her back hard against the edge of the desk! Waite’s face scrunches up with pain as her body arches instinctively against the fireworks traveling up and down her spine. Meaning she can’t stop Emery from flashing back into the ring and hitting her with ANOTHER suicida! And another! And another! Each time banging Waite’s back against the desk’s edge. Four appears to be the magic number as Olunike’s knees finally crumple and she falls to the floor twisted in pain. Emery smiles as she lifts Olunike up and rolls her to the inside of the ring. Emery jumps onto the apron and watches Olunike rise up, not waste any time springboarding off of the ropes and leaping forward with a dropkick that catches the Canadian right in the chest.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCEhxtLrDxw
Emery breathes heavily as she yells for the Canadian to get back up. She has thoughts of hitting her Coleridge Cutter on her mind. When Waite struggles up to hands on knees the billionaire boss sprints past her to the far ropes and rebounds back ensnaring Olunike’s head as she passes and leaps hitting her signature with crisp efficiency!
youtu.be/lOAG1cn-5p8?t=176
A stunned Waite turns over on her back as the New Yorker sits up, Coleridge takes one moment to breathe and yells out “BYTCH NNNAAAP!!” calling her shot like Babe Routh to a good pop from the crowd. As much as Olunike provided a great challenge Emery wanted to end this. She quickly slides her curvy legs around the head of Olunike. Emery squeezed as tightly as she could as she glances down at the Canadian.
“Night night… I hope you are enjoying your bytch nap!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Obb7BFFk_OA&list=PL2C94A69E3BAB0060
“EEeeeeergghhh!”
Waite’s face grew flushed as the ivory stems of her opponent pressed down on either side of her head, Emery rocked from side to another adding some vicious twists to wring a submission out of the Lady of Letterkenny. Emery wasn’t going to let up, in fact she squeezed even tighter. She used one hand to cover Olunike’s nose and mouth to suffocate her and she used her free hand to yank on the Canadian’s hair. She yanked back as far as she could as she talked trash to her opponent.
“Tap or take a Nap!!! It’s on you but I am taking home the win tonight sweetie!”
Emery didn’t let up as she continued to squeeze her victim. cutting off the air from reaching her head. Olunike’s vision was starting to fade from the edges, sounds were beginning to grow quiet...but she wasn’t about to end her first night in FAWN unconscious! Summoning every ounce of strength left in her sinewy frame Olunike turned over onto her face with Emery forced along with the rotation, getting her knees under her Olunike slowly, painstakingly, and epically rose to her full height with a panicking Coleridge astride her shoulders in the electric chair position. The camera zooms in on Emery’s worried face before Olunike shoves her off for an elevated sit-out facebuster!
youtu.be/i_YXXuXndb8?t=14
Both fighters lie on the cool but rough canvas bellies rising and falling, both exhausted. The official stands among the wreckage and starts a 10 count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Olunike rolls onto her stomach.
FOUR!
FIVE!
She pushes up off her face and staggers over to Emery, she reaches down-EMERY PULLS HER INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Emery grins as Olunike finally breaks out of the hold but the striped clad zebra quickly runs over and calls for the bell. He helps Emery to her feet and raises her hand in the air.
The Announcer speaks, “And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall EMERY COLERIDGE!!!!!!”
The fans are cheering loudly as Emery runs over to her corner and hugs her butler. He hands her a wet wipe and she glances at it before she slowly walks over to Olunike and offers her a hand to help her to her feet. The large Canadian has a mix of sadness and shock on her face, she takes the offered hand and gets pulled into a one-armed hug.
“Great fight, thanks for the strong debut,” she may not have won but Olunike knows when a crowd likes a fight.
Emery smiles as she raises Olunike’s hand high into the air. “You were pretty great. You annoyed me when you wouldn’t take a nap. We could wrestle all day. Care to try best out of five?!”
Olunike mulls that over a moment. She hadn’t expected such a big proposition her first time out, Olunike gives her manager a look, she knows that her running buddy was watching closely for any post match shenanigans. Hazeema gives her nod that Waite interprets as “why not?”
“Sure. Best of 5. This is America, right? Go or go home.” Olunike smiles and shakes Emery’s hand, who smiles in turn and raises the rookie’s fist to the adoring crowd.
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one-woman powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colors before resetting to black, the pale shadow switching to a different variation of a slam to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
RAM JAM- BLACK BETTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_2D8Eo15wE
Out steps a pair of new hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; A tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes she took measure of the ring and the surrounding area... The Canadian Destroyer looked ready for her first foray in the big time, her new ring togs conservative by FAWN standards represented her straightforward mindset and rural background plainly.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear colored red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. From the waist down a texture and color change creating faux denim; a daisy dukes substitute complete with belt loops, her thumbs hooked into the ones sewn at her sides, in her right hand two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger.
OLUNIKE WAITE
Beside Olunike stood her shorter childhood friend, manager, dungeon master and sometimes tag partner Hazeema McMurray, dressed for business and pleasure. A red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down let her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint her entirely unnecessary push up bra. A silk brown skirt hugged her shelf of an ass and ended just past mid thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered till her fashionable, strappy sandals. As always, her ribs length dark hair was tied into pigtails with short braids that swung in the air as she danced next to her stone pillar of partner. In one pumping fist she held a bottle of Gus n’ Bru whiskey
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
“Can you BELIEVE this Waite?” Hazeema excitedly turns to her stoic client, “We went from beating up hockey players in the parking lot to sold out arenas in the states!”
Olunike doesn't change her expression and gives a nod, “Taking down beautiful women for huge cheques sure outranks beating down dudes with treasure trails, Let’s get at ‘er.”
“10-4 good buddy.”
The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema eagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand every now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO CANADA! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY AND REPRESENTING THE NORTHERN COALITION! STANDING AT 171cm AND WEIGHING IN AT 59kgs! THE CANADIAN DESTROYER… OLUNIKE WAITE!”
Before the tall drink of Esker rolls into the ring, Waite places the two shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge, while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each taking a shot in hand they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike hands her glass to McMurray who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up the new hardbody’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike slides into the squared circle and throws up a fist to the crowd before heading to the corner to wait for her opponent for the evening.
It isn’t long before the loud sounds of Empire State of Mind by Alicia Keys blasting all across the sound system.
EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT4RlDl7z3w
As soon as that starts playing across the speakers, we are able to see money falling from the ceiling, the hundred-dollar notes all have images of Emery Coleridge on each bill. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as the rich brat makes her way out of the back clad in her two-piece blue bikini.
EMERY COLERIDGE
She smiles as knowing she isn’t here alone as her butler Jenkins comes out beside her with a box of wet wipes in his hand. Emery stops at the roaring FAWN crowd cheering her on. She smiles at the crowd as she extends her hand out and slaps the outstretched hands of the fans. Jenkins looks at her
“Lady Coleridge do you need a wet wipe?!”
“No Jenkins that will be reserved for wiping the filth of my opponent off of my hands. It has been a while and tonight we will give the fans what they want… Which is the return of me!”
The fans continue to cheer Emery on as she takes her time making her way to the ring. Jenkins walks onto the apron first and holds the second rope down so that Emery can elegantly make it into the ring. She smiles as she steps inside walking past her opponent as she walks to the opposite corner. She ascends to the top of the turnbuckle and holds her arm upwards which receives an uproar of cheers. She smiles as she looks out into the crowd.
“I’m back!!!!!!!!”
They all clap in return as she slowly turns her attention over to her opponent with a grin. Olunike walks forward with no hesitation or arrogance and shoves an open hand forward with a step and a nod for Emery to take.
“Miss Coleridge. How are ya now?”
Emery raises an eyebrow as Jenkins quickly jumps onto the apron with a wet wipe in hand. The crowd begins to cheer as Emery looks at them before she slowly moves her way close to Olunike and locks her hand with her very own for a handshake.
“I would say I am feeling like a million bucks but I am more of a billionaire. You ready to do this sweetie?! Just let it be known I won’t hold any punches or slaps back, and my slaps tend to sting a lot.”
“If ya held back I’d take it personally. Let’s quit jawin and get to brawlin.”
“The feeling is mutual. Although the only brawlin I see would be you taking a Bitch Nap”
The northern hardbody breaks the handshake and goes to her corner. Emery follows suit going into her own corner as the striped clad zebra looks at both competitors as he quickly calls for a bell, it sounds loudly signaling the start of the match. Emery smirks as she takes her time sizing her opponent up, she doesn’t leave her corner.
“If you want to brawl so bad why don’t you come on. I got a surprise for you sweetheart!” Emery smirks as she flicks her hair.
Rude to turn down an invitation. Olunike takes on a loose boxer’s stance and marches forward wordlessly, though her manager did enough talking for both of them; exalting Waite’s past victories and attributes to the announcers and the fans at home. Emery takes a couple steps out but lets herself be boxed in by the much larger fighter. Olunike fires off a few testing jabs that prob Emery’s defenses but are deflected by her forearms. Olunike goes for a teeth rattling straight right that goes over the billionaire's head as she dives to the side, wrapping her ankles around one of Waite’s for a Drop Toe Hold into the corner. A surprised Olunike hits the second turnbuckle face first, but she doesn’t crumble completely to the mat. Apparently still coherent to stay up on all fours.
Emery is taken back as she slowly rises up to her feet.
“Why won’t you stay down?!”
Coleridge grabs Olunike’s curly locks and smashes her face on the top buckle one. Two. Three times then releases and steps back with a flourish.
The Canadian stands straight with her back to the camera and Emery. She turns around with the same stern, but not aggressive expression she’s worn all night and when she speaks its very matter of fact.
“I’d try something else, that truck won’t make it past the driveway.”
“Oh, is that a fact. I guess I have to resort to flattening a few tires instead.”
Emery changes up her strategy and this time she goes low with an attempt to clip the Canadian’s right leg. Her leg buckles as she falls to one knee. Emery doesn’t waste any time as she begins to drive her foot against the right leg working it over and over as she drives stiff kick after kick to the right leg. She sneaks behind Olunike as she jumps up looking for a massive stomp to the back of the Canadian’s leg. Emery smiles as it seems to have some effect. Yet Olunike somehow rising back up to her feet.
“Stay down!!!”
Emery backs up a few feet as she watches the Canadian make it to her feet. Without hesitation Coleridge sprints as fast as she could towards Olunike.
THUNK!
In a strange and unexpected flow of movement The Canadian Destroyer launches herself head first like a missile at the oncoming Emery and near knocks her out with a flying headbutt. Emery not only falls to the ground but she does a 180 as she falls backwards and flat on her front. She seems to be out of it as she reaches for her face in pain towards the ropes, Jenkins quickly gets on the apron with a bottle of water and splashes some on her face.
“Get up Lady Coleridge…”
Emery slowly comes to a bit as she moans on the ring floor.
“Did I get hit by a Mack truck?!”
“More like a Zamboni,” Waite pulls at the billionaire’s ankles and drags her to center canvas, booting Emery in the face as a pacifier when she tries to get up. Olunike stands straight with arms at her sides and tips over like a Canadian redwood, her head colliding again with Emery’s. Coleridge rolls side to side as she grabs at her head in pain. She seems a bit out of it as she falls back to the ground trying to stand, so Waite yanks Emery back up to her feet and bends her over to shove the New Yorker’s head between her well toned legs. The dusky beauty hauls Coleridge onto her shoulders like she was a bag of leaves but Emery uses her edge in experience to roll with the momentum down Waite’s back. As the New York socialite tumbles down the larger beauty she slips her legs under Olunike’s armpits and swings her upper body through her legs. Olunike is suddenly thrown to the mat with her ankles above her head with Emery pressing down with all her might!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvOCHuRHw1Q
ONE!
TWO!
Coleridge is thrown off violently with Waite’s kick out, the rich miss couldn’t believe how much she was getting overpowered. She decided to go for a change in strategy. Emery quickly gets up to her feet and decides to take it to the top ropes not wasting any time ascending all the way to the top of the turnbuckle. She waited for Olunike to rise to her feet and as soon as the farmer did, she jumps off attempting a flying crossbody. Emery flies like the lightweight she is and slams into The Canadian destroyer, Waite actually catches airborne brunette but her momentum is too much and she’s sandwiched between Coleridge and the covered plywood. Waite’s legs raise involuntarily after the impact, Emery hooks the left stem and applies a lateral press.
ONE !
TWO!
Again, Emery is forced into the air with the power of Olunike’s rejection. However, as Emery is pushed into the air she manages to land on her feet. She doesn’t waste any time as she yanks the Canadian up by the hair right to her feet. She Irish whips her to the corner and when Olunike smashes into them Emery steps outside onto the apron and quickly runs up the turnbuckle behind Olunike. Her back is facing Emery, and the Billionaire presses her knee against the back of Olunike’s head and falls forward planting Waite into the mat with her Billion Dollar Face Plant. The crowd goes wild as Emery turns her over hooking a leg for a pin fall.
ONE!
TWO!
And a third time Emery is forcibly thrown from the pin! Waite’s visibly frustrated at this point at this point and storms over before the billionaire can fully right herself slamming a knee into her stomach. Emery lets out a deep groan clutching her middle then, a grunt when a forearm bangs into her bowed back. Quick as you please the lady from Letterkenny puts her up and slams her down onto her head and creamy shoulders with a snap powerbomb. Olunike widens her feet to keep Coleridge locked in the matchbook for her first win in FAWN.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yxy5S4UVwHg
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
It’s Waite’s first and the closest pin of night, Emery forcing one shoulder off the mat in the nick of time. Waite doesn't let that discourage her, she grabs the rich girl’s wrists and deadlifts her to high noon in the powerbomb position and brings her down hard on the nearest set of buckles!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Xq5xEnuNSs
Coleridge slides down the corner into a puddle on the ring floor. Olunike takes a thumb and wipes a bit of sweat off her forehead.
“I’d pin ya but something tells me you got some fight left in ya,” Olunike takes a limb wrist and pulls a groggy Emery to feet. She pulls her in close and sends her away with an Irish Whip, falling to one knee in to give some extra- if unnecessary power behind it. Coleridge sprints and turns to hit the coils with her back and springs back planning to duck a clothesline, and gets another skull on skull meeting for her displeasure.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7psmUCNvtgc
Emery is knocked flat with another running headbutt; her return to the big leagues looking perhaps a bit rushed, Olunike hops in the air and lands a no-nonsense leg drop on the now gagging brat’s throat. The North Coalition member straddles the billionaire's chest and reaches back to grab Emery’s right calf to pull it in for a tight matchbook, her other hand palm flat against the canvas for a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!!
Coleridge just manages to wriggle a shoulder free to save herself before the official counts her out, surprising most of the people in the building considering how hard those last hits were. Olunike nods and pats her shoulder in respect, then slowly raises Emery to stand in stages, the brat’s legs quite rubbery at that point. FAWN’s newest hardy body presses close before stepping back to put some real WHIP into the Irish without disconnecting, when Emery’s at full extension she reels her back in and swings low through her legs to take the rich brat into a vicious 360 that ends with her back splattering on the mat.
youtu.be/IHFghxZMi5I?t=3326
Emery screams as loud as she possibly could as she grabs at her back in pain. Emery refused to be down and out however. Breathing heavily as she slowly crawls over to the corner as her butler speaks to her.
“Need a bottle of water Ms. Emery?!”
Emery grimaced in pain. “Not now Jenkins… Grrrr….”
“Your father would be so proud of you…”
Emery had dealt with her share of issues since being away from FAWN. The death of her father was one of them and upon hearing that she brought herself to a vertical base. She couldn’t help but breathe heavily as she turned her attention back to her opponent.
“Okay Olunike I can take more. Part of me wants to use my old tactics but I rather not go that route!”
Emery motioned for the Canadian to come at her. The New York Socialite stood firmly on her perch awaiting Olunike’s next move. The large rookie knew Coleridge would kick out if she pinned her but didn’t like the feel of punching down, so she gave her senior a moment’s reprieve that the socialite just ended by standing straight. Moving like brown lightning Waite digs a toe kick that Emery feels between her lungs, now instinctively bowed over Waite puts her up for another standard but devastating powerbomb. Overly familiar with this position at this point in the dance already, Emery takes a couple of handfuls of Olunike’s glorious hair and pulls in two different directions! Knowing the usual skull punching would hurt her knuckles more than the Canadian.
“AAA!!! Cease this Tomfuckery!”
The Canadian destroyer is no fan of catfighting, particular because her hair is strong and healthy, bitchier types have to pull twice as hard to pull it out! Now stumbling around the ring with a One Percenter’s crotch in her face Waite had lost all her sense of the ring, while Emery had clear vision and quickly formulated a plan. As Waite lumbered near the set of ropes by the announcer's desk Coleridge threw her weight back and over the ropes, dangling from the hardbody’s neck like a large and obscenely expensive tie. Olunike was quite surprised when Coleridge’s torso leaned away and she could see her manager Hazeema’s worried face, more so when Emery grabbed the bottom rope and used every once of strength in her legs to pull Olunike over the ropes into the outside!
Olunike is sent keeling over the coils in a moment that has the crowd popping! The large Canadian lands on both feet fairly safely while a bit disoriented, needing to hold on the nearby announcer’s desk where as Emery hits the edge of the apron a touch hard with her stomach, but has the presence of mind to roll back into the ring. A worried McMurray leans out of her seat with both hands flat on the table’s surface, the camera lens getting a great angle of her cleavage for the audience watching at home.
“Olunike! You alright?”
She pats down her hair back to it’s normal pleasing shape, “I’m fine, I… “
“LOOK OUT!”
McMurray’s warning comes a tad too late as Emery breaks from a full sprint into a tope sucida that has her body crashing like a bullet into Olunike!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJF_c-_xFXI
The big bruiser doesn’t fall BUT she does hit the small of her back hard against the edge of the desk! Waite’s face scrunches up with pain as her body arches instinctively against the fireworks traveling up and down her spine. Meaning she can’t stop Emery from flashing back into the ring and hitting her with ANOTHER suicida! And another! And another! Each time banging Waite’s back against the desk’s edge. Four appears to be the magic number as Olunike’s knees finally crumple and she falls to the floor twisted in pain. Emery smiles as she lifts Olunike up and rolls her to the inside of the ring. Emery jumps onto the apron and watches Olunike rise up, not waste any time springboarding off of the ropes and leaping forward with a dropkick that catches the Canadian right in the chest.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCEhxtLrDxw
Emery breathes heavily as she yells for the Canadian to get back up. She has thoughts of hitting her Coleridge Cutter on her mind. When Waite struggles up to hands on knees the billionaire boss sprints past her to the far ropes and rebounds back ensnaring Olunike’s head as she passes and leaps hitting her signature with crisp efficiency!
youtu.be/lOAG1cn-5p8?t=176
A stunned Waite turns over on her back as the New Yorker sits up, Coleridge takes one moment to breathe and yells out “BYTCH NNNAAAP!!” calling her shot like Babe Routh to a good pop from the crowd. As much as Olunike provided a great challenge Emery wanted to end this. She quickly slides her curvy legs around the head of Olunike. Emery squeezed as tightly as she could as she glances down at the Canadian.
“Night night… I hope you are enjoying your bytch nap!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Obb7BFFk_OA&list=PL2C94A69E3BAB0060
“EEeeeeergghhh!”
Waite’s face grew flushed as the ivory stems of her opponent pressed down on either side of her head, Emery rocked from side to another adding some vicious twists to wring a submission out of the Lady of Letterkenny. Emery wasn’t going to let up, in fact she squeezed even tighter. She used one hand to cover Olunike’s nose and mouth to suffocate her and she used her free hand to yank on the Canadian’s hair. She yanked back as far as she could as she talked trash to her opponent.
“Tap or take a Nap!!! It’s on you but I am taking home the win tonight sweetie!”
Emery didn’t let up as she continued to squeeze her victim. cutting off the air from reaching her head. Olunike’s vision was starting to fade from the edges, sounds were beginning to grow quiet...but she wasn’t about to end her first night in FAWN unconscious! Summoning every ounce of strength left in her sinewy frame Olunike turned over onto her face with Emery forced along with the rotation, getting her knees under her Olunike slowly, painstakingly, and epically rose to her full height with a panicking Coleridge astride her shoulders in the electric chair position. The camera zooms in on Emery’s worried face before Olunike shoves her off for an elevated sit-out facebuster!
youtu.be/i_YXXuXndb8?t=14
Both fighters lie on the cool but rough canvas bellies rising and falling, both exhausted. The official stands among the wreckage and starts a 10 count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Olunike rolls onto her stomach.
FOUR!
FIVE!
She pushes up off her face and staggers over to Emery, she reaches down-EMERY PULLS HER INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Emery grins as Olunike finally breaks out of the hold but the striped clad zebra quickly runs over and calls for the bell. He helps Emery to her feet and raises her hand in the air.
The Announcer speaks, “And the winner of this match as a result of a pin fall EMERY COLERIDGE!!!!!!”
The fans are cheering loudly as Emery runs over to her corner and hugs her butler. He hands her a wet wipe and she glances at it before she slowly walks over to Olunike and offers her a hand to help her to her feet. The large Canadian has a mix of sadness and shock on her face, she takes the offered hand and gets pulled into a one-armed hug.
“Great fight, thanks for the strong debut,” she may not have won but Olunike knows when a crowd likes a fight.
Emery smiles as she raises Olunike’s hand high into the air. “You were pretty great. You annoyed me when you wouldn’t take a nap. We could wrestle all day. Care to try best out of five?!”
Olunike mulls that over a moment. She hadn’t expected such a big proposition her first time out, Olunike gives her manager a look, she knows that her running buddy was watching closely for any post match shenanigans. Hazeema gives her nod that Waite interprets as “why not?”
“Sure. Best of 5. This is America, right? Go or go home.” Olunike smiles and shakes Emery’s hand, who smiles in turn and raises the rookie’s fist to the adoring crowd.