Post by hawkeye on Jan 8, 2020 0:45:37 GMT
Al Carpenter was still smiling over the raucous ‘AL!’ chant he’d earned for showing off his ‘Fah La La Llama’ socks to the sold-out crowd when the Announcer called forth the next combatant. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Foxriver, New York... she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and thirty pounds. She’s the Pintrest Pin-Up, the TikTok Terror and a Black Hat extraordinaire, this is LYSSA ZAHN!”
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Social Media Superstar before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For her appearance on the last FAWN card of the year, Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Plainly delighted to sling ether and flames at any idiot that dared so much as blink in her direction, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Insta-gator hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Carpenter, got a late Christmas present for ya!” she called to the lanky official. “I’ll give it to you when the match is over, long as you don’t say anything stupid in the interim.”
“Really? Thanks Lyssa, that’s really sweet.”
“And just like that you’re not getting it. Maybe next year, dope.”
Al was in the midst of upbraiding himself for falling for Lyssa’s ploy when the Announcer started in again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lissome Briton appeared atop the stage to greet the FAWN faithful with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her return to pay-per-view, the bendy Blackbird wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
‘BLOCKING WON’T SAVE LYSSA FROM THIS BEATING!’
“Well, ACTUAL blocking might delay the inevitable, at least for a while.” Olivia noted with a small smile. “Alas, the social variety will do nothing to stop her from bawling in submission.” Looking forward to this task, Dare returned her attention to the ring and quickly made her way up the steel steps at the corner. From there she strolled onto the apron, draped her arms over the top rope and tumbled backward to
Returning her attention to the ring and the beast that would soon join her therein, Dare made her way to the corner where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo. The Storm’s entrance prompted an aggressive step approach from Lyssa and Dare would’ve happily met the brunette in the middle of the ring if Al hadn’t stepped between ‘em.
“Easy ladies, the bell will ring soon enough.”
Zahn answered with a middle finger, then drew back in surprise when she discovered Olivia holding an identical model mere inches from her chin.
“Not so pleasant, is it luv?” Dare smirked as she backpedaled into her corner.
Lyssa made no reply, though the tumultuous, competitive look in her dark eyes spoke a promise a more direct answer very shortly.
Olivia was out of her corner as soon as the bell sounded, the lissome British veteran looking to correct her pay-per-view scorecard following that close, but heartbreaking loss to the current, Dreamy World Champion. As for the opposition, Lyssa approached with equal alacrity, the Pintrest Pin-Up knowing damned well that a victory over the Oncoming Storm could shoot her into contention for either an Intercontinental or even a World Title shot.
“Gotta be honest ‘Liv, much as I’d love to engage in some snappy banter, I think I need to skip ahead to the part where I--” Zahn went low and shot in fast, the strong brunette aiming to catch Dare’s hips for any number of unsavory possibilities. ‘Aim’ proved the operative word however because Olivia shot back far enough to send Lyssa to all fours, which in turn allowed the blonde to catch her adversary in a Front Facelock that grew a great deal more unpleasant the instant she went down on her knees.
Careful to keep herself snug atop the Black Hat’s strong back, Olivia slipped her right arm beneath Zahn’s right armpit and clasped her hands to secure the other wrestler’s arm in the same sinewy loop that already contained her head. Quick to stretch out full length, Dare planted her tiptoes and pushed up to put that much more weight on Zahn’s head and shoulders. “Why exactly did you want to skip the banter, Lyssa?” Olivia chirped as the brunette huffed and grunted beneath her. “Were you really that interested in getting to the part where I stretched your snide, trolling arse? Because your wish is my command, luv.”
“Eeerrrrhhhh… if that was true you’d step into traffic right f*cking now.” Zahn muttered as she struggled to get her knees beneath her. “Since it’s not I’ll settle for carving my name in your pasty-ass thigh.”
Dare didn’t get a chance to respond before the Vine Vixen crooked her right hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaaaked it up her left thigh no less than half a dozen times. The resultant pattern didn’t look like much of anything, certainly not a name, yet it still brought an irritated grimace to the Englishwoman’s face, especially once Lyssa caught hold of her briefs just above that hip and pulled ‘em into an ungainly sort of half-wedgie. Noting Dare’s hiss of displeasure despite her awkward position, Zahn jerked her new handle to & fro just because she knew the camera flashes would irk Olivia to no end.
“Let go of my trunks, Zahn.” the blonde muttered. “Only warning.”
“F*ck your warnings.” Lyssa snapped. “They’re as bloodless and brittle as NGH! NGH! NNNGGHH!”
Olivia shifted her weight to the left so she could bring the point of her right knee up into the crown of her opponent’s skull once, twice, three times! Not satisfied with groans when she could elicit full on screams, Dare shuffled onto her knees, then planted her own forehead on the mat and somersaulted into a low bridge that wrenched the brunette’s head and shoulders back at an extremely awkward angle.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bzbS67M0ss
“Rrrrrggggghhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck.” Zahn hissed through clenched teeth as she fought against the simple trap. “Ask her.” Olivia told Al Carpenter shortly after she’d bridged onto her tiptoes. “But try to do so in a hundred and forty-four characters or less. Anything else is a little too complicated for this sweet girRRRGGHHH!”
Lyssa had been reaching for the ropes with her right hand, now she pumped that arm down and in to gouge her elbow into the blonde’s exposed flank. The shot didn’t connect with the sort of force Zahn could usually muster, so she landed half a dozen more, then began to draaaaaaaaag the tip of that bony dagger up and down the Briton’s ribs.
Eventually Olivia rolled outta the bridge to land on her knees but rather than try another somersault she clambered to her feet and forced Zahn to do the same. Shifting from the Chancery to a Front Facelock so she could pwak-pwak-pwak several quick Overhand Forearm Smashes across her foe’s lower back. Zahn snarled, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and plowed toward the nearest set of-- Dare threw her left leg back to plant it like a kickstand and halt the TweetStormTrooper’s advance. With Lyssa temporarily stalled she brought that leg forward and in, just THUMPING the point of her knee into opposing rack. That loosened Zahn’s Waistlock which in turn allowed Olivia to break it entirely courtesy of a Double Underhook.
Hands locked tight, the Oncoming Storm dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the heavier wrestler up, over and DOWN onto her back with a beautiful Butterfly Suplex! Dare went on tiptoe as soon as the throw landed to keep Zahn as flat as she could while the ref and the crowd counted…
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhDLVHMNdR8
ONE…
The Insta-gator twisted onto her stomach simultaneous with ‘ONE!’ but the escape proved pyrrhic because the tenacious Blackbird rolled along with her so she wouldn’t have to relinquish the Double Underhook! “Where do you think you’re going, luv?” Olivia chided as the tangled wrestlers returned to their feet. Surely you’re not trying to run, are OOOOOWWW! BITING!” Dare shouted to the official. “CARPENTER, SHE’S BITWHOANGGHH!”
Lyssa, who’d pressed her mug against Olivia’s flank so she could get a mean mouthful, finally wrenched her arms free only to immediately stuff her head between the blonde’s thighs. In the same breath she cupped ‘Liv’s calves in both hands and straightened up so that the former World Champ was draped awkwardly down her back. Uncharacteristic silence from the brunette as Zahn turned to the hard camera, her dark eyes flashing cold and vindictive in the brief lull before she snapped forward to whip Olivia forward and down, the lithesome bendyback just THWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
Dare landed flush on the back of her head and shoulders with her legs kicked up overhead in Matchbook that could’ve led to a solid cover if residual momentum hadn’t tumbled her backward to all fours. The missed opportunity didn’t put Lyssa out of countenance in the slightest, she simply filled her hands with the Brit’s blonde hair and hauled her to boot-leather. A Headbutt between the eyes ensured that Dare remained appropriately wobbly while Zahn slipped both arms under opposing biceps, then clasped her hands across Dare’s mouth and nose in an awkward Inverted Full Nelson.
Quick to puuuuussh back on the other wrestler’s head, Lyssa planted her feet wide and shook the hold back and forth to draw a single sustained groan from her trapped opponent. “You wanna hear something I don’t say very often or… ever, really?” Lyssa cooed as she continued to pour on the pressure. “I like you, Olivia, I really do. Here you are, an OBVIOUS stone-cold bytch if ever there was one and yet somehow you’ve managed to keep these people eating out of your hand for more than a decade! That’s the sort of long con I really appreciate, which is why I will take such sublime pleasure in adding your picture to my Wall of Shame.”
Dare muttered something against those smothering palms but Zahn made no effort to decipher them, she simply dipped her knees and hoisted her Briton high into the air so that Olivia’s legs swung up under either arm. Breaking the Nelson to hook her arms around the blonde’s calves, Lyssa sat out with her legs splayed in a ‘V’ to THAWHAM Dare down flat on her back as victim of the nastily-modified Powerbomb she called ‘Cancelled’. Scooting in closer to thread her heels over Olivia’s biceps, the Black Hat cinched her arms around opposing thighs to keep the bendy-back down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare ‘smecked’ her legs together in an improvised Bell Ringer that broke the brunette’s cover with a full second to spare. Zahn flipped Carpenter the bird on general principle, then returned to verticality to better plan her next move. In the meantime Olivia rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fo--“OOOFFFHHH!”
Lyssa stepped in from the left and thumped her right foot into the Briton’s ribs with a punt that sent Dare tumbling onto her back. “Did I say you could get your ass up?” Zahn asked the gasping grappler. “No, I don’t think I did.”
Arms crisscrossed over her throbbing midsection, ‘Liv banged a heel against the canvas and grunted, “I don’t need permission from a slattern like NNNNNNGGGGHH!”
The Snap Chat Siren kicked her right leg out like she meant to bring it down across Dare’s throat but instead she pivoted a little bit farther and dropped straight down to THWHUMP her tush flat against Olivia’s chest! Dare’s legs shot up on impact and for a moment they tried to find their way beneath the brunette’s armpits, so Zahn put a stop to that by raking her nails across the former World Champion’s eyes!
“Hey! Watch the eyes, Lyssa!” Al warned over the boos from the crowd.
“I am, asshole.” Zahn replied in the midst of shifting just enough to roll Dare onto her stomach. “How do you think I found them on the first try?”
The official didn’t much care for that response, not that his approval meant shyt to the TikTok Terror, who’d already slid south onto one knee to lay claim to Olivia’s ankles. Yanking her lower legs up with a single spasmodic tug, Zahn folded the blonde’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then folded Dare’s left calf up over the encroaching limb to keep it trapped in place while simultaneously bracing the Brit’s heel against her rump. Leaning forward enough to keep the Figure Four in place with an assist from her own thigh, Lyssa laced her hands beneath the Storm’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the STF.
TROLLISH STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmIDOF4NFNs
“Not a lot of preamble tonight, am I right, ‘Liv?” Zahn chided when the stretch was only a few seconds old. “Just got me down and tried to tap me out in the first two minutes. I can appreciate that. I hope you can appreciate this.” Lyssa halved the Chinlock, caught a huge fistful of hair and puuuuuuuuuulled until Dare squealed in pained indignation.
“Let go of her hair, Lyssa!” Al barked. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
“You think repetition would get the point across?” she snapped. “Look, she’s starting to crawl! I’m motivating her!”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn released the hair-hold and Chinlock, the Black Hat raising both hands to shoulder level if only to flip the zebra another pair of birds. “Hear that, girl?” Lyssa asked as the Englishwoman continued to drag their combined weight toward the ropes. “This idiot thinks you can’t defend yourself. You gonna take that from--”
“Shut your bloody gob, Zahn.” Olivia snapped. “I’m in no mood for you eeeerrrrrgggghhhhhh snarky bytch!”
Smirk growing wider, Lyssa continued to slap and swat at Dare’s head and shoulders, just paint-brushing her at will. “Don’t like it? Do something about it. F*cking losOOOWWW!”
The Blackbird reached back with her left hand, caught hold of Zahn’s left wrist and pulled that hand close enough to chomp down on the base of the other wrestler’s thumb!
“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Lyssa sneered at the ref. “You’re just gonna let her bite me?”
“Stop biting her, Olivia.” Carpenter told the blonde. Dare did as bade, then planted her elbows on the canvas and resumed her journey to the ropes. “She tastes disgusting, Algernon. Like something you’d find in the grimiest corner of 4chaNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa caught her under the chin with her left hand, craaaaaaaaanked the Brit’s head back and promptly cuffed her along the cheek and jaw with a trio of rough Crossface punches. Forced to abandon her jailbreak to protect her exposed features, Olivia blocked several more shots from the brunette and ultimately earned her freedom from the Leglock when Zahn hurried to her feet. Alas, there was no time to enjoy it as Lyssa promptly planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips and dropped into a deep, high-speed squat that THWHUMPED her medicine ball rump into the prone woman’s lower back.
“Not a lot of chicks have the guts to talk trash in my presence the way you do, ‘Liv. That’s… that’s a bold move. But I think it’s time you learned why everyone else keeps their mouth shut.”
“Puuuhhh… probably don’t wanna breathe in any more of that deep web stank, if I had to NNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Zahn slapped ’Liv hard on the right ear, twined her fingers in the Storm’s long hair and peeled her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Too dazed from the repeated bludgeoning to manage a final lunge to the strands, Olivia found herself led back to the center of the squared circle, where she was welcomed with a sharp Toe Kick and a Standing Headscissors. Trapping the blonde’s wiry arms in a Double Underhook identical to the one she’d endured earlier, Lyssa treated Dare’s noggin to a single prolonged squeeeeeeeze, then dipped her knees and hoisted / flipped the bendy-back end over end only to bust out some sadistic genuflection that THWHUMPED the Briton’s injured back across the strong plank of her posted thigh!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOoUuW7LNoQ
Dare bounced away on impact, landed hard on her hip and shoulder and was promptly tugged onto her back so Zahn could hook the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia wrenched loose and shot a hand into the air to make sure there was no denying her escape. Lyssa made no argument with the official, nor did she waste any breath taunting the crowd or her foe. Rather she hair-hauled Olivia to her knees, snuggled in close and cinched her arms around the former World Champion’s slim waist. The Bear Hug was quite unpleasant from the outset, so of course Zahn promptly made it worse by grinding the knot of her hands into the hollow of ‘Liv’s back and gouging the point of her chin into the other wrestler’s neck. “Give it up, bytch.” Lyssa murmured after several seconds. “Unless you want me to squeeze out what’s left of your reputatNGH! NGH! NNNNNHHHHHH!”
The Black Hat hadn’t bothered to pin Dare’s arms beneath her own and the Blackbird made her pay for it by driving her left fist into the brunette’s kidney once, twice, three times! To make matters worse, she crooked that hand into a claw and began to dig and gouge at Zahn’s exposed flank. “Spuuuhhh… spindly bytch.” Zahn growled. “I’m gonna break you like a bag of sticOOOOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Olivia went all in with her thumb, the svelte veteran using it like a miniature dagger against her opponent’s kidney. “You’re all talk, Zahn.” Dare huffed through clenched teeth. “It’s why you’re a star on the internet and nothing more interesting than Allard’s co-host in FAWNOOOOOOOWWWWW EVIL TWAT!”
Lyssa didn’t respond, she was too busy chewing on her opponent’s ear. Enduring the Brit’s caterwauling to deal out as much damage as quickly as possible, Zahn continued to bear down on the constrictive Hug as Carpenter called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“GAAAAAAAHD DAMN YOU!” Now it was Zahn shrieked in pained outrage because Dare pressed a thumb to one eye and pushed like she meant to scoop it from the brunette’s skull!
“Break those holds!” Al ordered to no response. “Break those holds, I mean it! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Olivia and Lyssa let loose with a mutual shove that exploded into a violent exchange of slaps and pie-facing, as neither woman was willing to let the other leave with the proverbial last word. Eventually they scrambled out of range and slowly got to their feet, blonde and brunette watching the other warily as they smoothed back their hair and made minor adjustments to distended togs.
“First you work on my kidney, then you gouge my eye.” Lyssa told the Englishwoman in a tone that almost sounded like grudging respect. “If I tried that shyt these people would be all over me. But you… you do it and they cheer you louder than ever. How do you do that, Olivia?”
“I’ve always been up front about who I am.” Dare’s response suggested this was a question she’d grown tired of answering. “I’ve no interest in slapping every hand, kissing every baby or bellowing ‘come on!’ every time I land so much as a Chop. But just because I never subscribed to the Shea London Book of Babyface Etiquette doesn’t mean I talk down to our audience, or take them for granted. And as you have so recently discovered, dear Melissa, unlike your usual diet of hapless, giggling prey, I am oh so willing to fight fire with fire.”
Zahn rolled her eyes. “F*ck, I’m sorry I asked. Can I punch you in the mouth now or do you want to regale me with--”
The Black Hat skidded back several paces when Dare pivoted on her left heel and stutter-stepped forward, ‘Liv’s right knee rising like she had a Super Kick on her mind. “You’re more than welcome to throw all the fists you like, sweetheart.” Olivia chided the other brunette. “Just understand I’ll match you one for one. Then two for one and three for one, and on and on until those hands of yours, so dangerous when affixed to a keyboard of any kind, are hanging limp and useless at your si--”
Lyssa closed fast showing a right-handed Haymaker aimed at the point of Dare’s chNO! ‘Liv intercepted it with her left forearm, cupped that hand against the back of the brunette’s head and pulled her down just to THWHAP Zahn’s jaw with a textbook European Uppercut! Lyssa went back on her heels without giving any ground, so Dare simply hauled off and slapped her face sideways, the former FAWN World Champion earning a loud ‘OOOOOOOHHH!’ from those assembled.
“Do better, Zahn!” the Brit snapped at her wincing adversary. “I have no earthly idea how someone as dialed in as you can telegraph punches so badly!”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Lyssa’s legs firmed up and she threw another punch at the Englishwoman’s mouth. Alas, this effort was doomed to the same fate as that which proceeded it, Dare blocking it with an upraised forearm, then following through with a stiff European Uppercut that threatened to bloody her opponent’s bottom lip. Snarling in frustration and anger, Zahn fired a third Haymaker, but when ‘Liv blocked this one the Insta-gator immediately lunged forward to THWHONK her forehead between the blonde’s eyes! Dare grimaced, almost took a knee before Lyssa reeled her into a rough Side Headlock.
Pivoting in a sharp circle to keep the other wrestler off balance, Zahn made sure to keep Olivia’s elegant cheekbone snug against her hip while she unloaded with a series of short, sharp punches to the Blackbird’s hairline. “You’re not gonna win a fistfight with me, chess club.” Lyssa growled, I don’t give a shyt how strong those Uppercuts arRRRRRHHHH F*CK!” Zahn’s rage curdled into pain when Olivia resumed her previous claw grip on the sturdy brunette’s kidney.
“Luuuuhhhh… let me go, Lyssa.” Dare demanded even as she attempted to claw a hole through her opponent’s flank. “Unless you want your next live stream to come from a hospital OOOWWWWWW GET OFFA MY EYES, YOU TWAT!”
Zahn, who’d stopped throwing punches to sloooooooowly rake her rival’s eyes, followed the first pass with a much quicker swipe, then caught the Briton’s nose between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! “Love it when you talk dirty, ‘Liv.” Lyssa teased. “It’s just another reminder of what sort of vicious bytch is lurking beneath all that prim and proper WHOOOAAHH DON’T THINK SO!”
Olivia cinched her arms around the American’s waist and popped her hips hard enough to lift Zahn’s feet off the canvas by several inches. She probably could’ve taken her all the way over if she’d started just a little lower, but Lyssa’s leverage slowed her efforts and gave the Black Hat just enough time to drive the point of her elbow into the back of the blonde’s skull. Not willing to give the Storm another chance to upend her, Lyssa pounded one last punch between Olivia’s eyes, then hauled her to boot-leather and relinquished the Headlock so she could slip an arm between Dare’s stems and muscle her into a Fireman’s Carry!
Corralling the blonde at bicep and thigh to make sure she couldn’t wriggle loose, Zahn stomped to the middle of the squared circle and turned in a gaudy circle before kicking both feet forward to lay out on her back with a Samoan Drop that THWHUMPED Olivia full force against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Quick to transition to a tight Back Press, Zahn shifted her weight to the Briton’s chest and locked her hands in an S-grip to keep Dare glued down through…
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TykCe9LpjOs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia pulled free with half a second to spare, the breathless bendy-back tumbling onto her stomach to defend against another pin. This worked better in letter than spirit, as it did in fact prevent Zahn from going for a cover, however it left the Blackbird effectively defenseless when Lyssa caught a double fistful of hair and SCRUBBED her face back ‘n forth against the mat! Dare squealed, grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrists and clambered to her knees only for the Tweeting Tyrant to bounce her forehead offa the canvas once, twice, three times! The bludgeoning didn’t quite stretch ‘Liv out flat, so Zahn hooked a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back.
Back to vertical a moment later, Lyssa stomped on Dare’s abs just because she could, then turned and ran the ropes to the blonde’s right. Bounding back in a few long strides, the Pintrest Pin-Up took to the skies in a gorgeous arcing leap that ended with every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds landing butt-first atop Olivia’s pert bust! Lyssa kept her seat just long enough to swat Dare’s jolting legs aside, then she was up and moving, the brunette going straight for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
Second verse, same as the first, though Olivia’s legs didn’t shoot skyward so Zahn indulged in a brief bit of tawdry butt-scrubbing. “Not much of a landing pad.” Lyssa admitted to the FAWNatics once she’d taken up a position above the Briton’s head. “Thankfully I’ve got more than enough to pad AND pulverize!” She slapped her glutes to emphasize the point and ensure the crowd was jeering loudly when she skipped over ‘Liv en route to that set of ropes.
The third Zahn Bomb was in the air with its punishing payload hurtling toward the target only for things to go catastrophically wrong when Dare rolled out of the way! There was a low THWUMP followed by a pained groan from the Black Hat as lightning raced from her tailbone to the nape of her neck and right back down. Seemingly galvanized by the thrum of Zahn’s miss, Olivia clambered to her feet, moved ‘round behind the seated brunette and simply THWHACKED a Soccer Kick between her foe’s shoulders!
“NNNGGGHHH!” Lyssa cringed, tried to shift her weight to get up, so Dare palmed the top of her head with one hand and crac-crac-crac-CRAAAACKED a furious series of Knife-Edge Chops across the welt raised by her kick!
“Sit still, brat.” the Oncoming Storm ordered. “I’ve got a GIF to create.”
“Why don’t you kiss my ass, then?” Zahn grunted. “I’m sure that’d go viral like NGH!”
Olivia spiked a quick knee into the nape of her neck, then sprinted into the ropes directly in front of her seated opposition. Angling to Zahn’s right for her return trip, Dare put on another burst of speed a heartbeat before kicked her legs forward to drop into a speedy slide and THWHAP a huge Forearm Smash against her opponent’s tits! Knocked flat by the Sliding Dare, Zahn only offered a breathy groan when Olivia stretched out across her chest and drew the far leg snug for…
SLIDING DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHZ36v4o6dk
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lyssa tumbled onto her side, saved from a thunderous dismissal with perhaps half a second to spare. Eager to repay the liberties Zahn had taken with her, Olivia helped herself to a double handful of hair and banged the brunette’s temple against the canvas until she heard the telltale scuff of Carpenter’s shoes closing the distance. From there she switched over to a perfectly legal grip on her opponent’s ears and used it to haul the Tweeting Tyrant back to a wobbly verticality.
Lyssa was still doubled over and firmly in the Briton’s grasp when Dare drew her in a little closer for a single Kneelift to the pit of the stomach. Zahn ‘oooofffed’ and her hips shot backward, a suitable start but nowhere near the capitulation ‘Liv sought. So she reeled Lyssa back to start and greeted her with not one Kneelift but a whole series, the vengeful bendy-back’s glutes churning up and down as she unleashed a veritable fusillade of machine-gun Kneelifts on her foe’s sturdy midsection!
Careful to keep the crown of Zahn’s head snugged against her chest, the Blackbird landed no less than a baker’s dozen worth of those heavy shots and she might’ve landed two or even three times that number if the Vine Vixen hadn’t laced her hands around the back of Dare’s skull and dropped to both knees to check the Briton’s chin with a quick Jawbreaker! Olivia’s grasp fell away but Lyssa’s did not, so she scrambled to her feet and earned a mutual roar from crowd and Blackbird by sinking her talons into Dare’s modest bust!
“F*ck, why do I even bother?” Zahn snarked over the sound of Olivia’s wails as she continued to claw and scrape opposing rack. “Might as well have gone straight to the pincOOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Dare resumed her Muy Thai clasp and fired off a last Kneelift, one that thumped the center of Zahn’s black trunks! Offense forgotten in favor of more pressing concerns, the Black Hat put a hand between her thighs and braced the other against Olivia’s sternum presumably to push the blonde away. Ultimately she got what she wanted not because her plan succeeded, but because the Oncoming Storm swatted that hand aside, then raised her left foot high and delivered a swift short-range kick to the other wrestler’s chest. Zahn backpedaled like a drunk, hit the ropes and bounced back the way she’d THWHACK! Dare finally carried through on the threatened Super Kick with a crisp, elegant delivery that glued her left foot to Lyssa’s chin.
Credit the legs of one Lyssa Zahn however, instead of hitting the deck flat on her back the TikTok Terror spun ‘round in a woozy half circle and shuffled toward the ropNO! Olivia caught the brunette’s waistband, yanked her back the way she’d came and dipped low enough to stuff her head between Lyssa’s thighs. Soon as that was secured Olivia rose to her full height, the seamless completion of the Electric Chair earning a rumble of approval from the sold-out crowd. Most were anticipating some English Breakfast served all day, but instead of reaching up to cradle the American’s neck, she put both hands to the back of her thighs and shoved Zahn up and out into a what would’ve been a relatively easy landing if Dare hadn’t laid out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest! As it was, the Insta-gator came down tush-first atop those bony joints, then bounced away to land on her back.
ELECTRIC CHAIR ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7AmlAKxv8Y
Careful observers will note that Olivia hurried over to go for a cover, only to slide away when Zahn rolled onto her stomach and clambered to one knee. Positioned directly behind the unsuspecting battler, ‘Liv rose to her full height and immediately hopped forward to THWHACK a Basement Super Kick against the curve of Lyssa’s skull!
Zahn’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed shortly thereafter, the brawny battler hitting the deck like a felled tree. Olivia was on her half a heartbeat later, bundling Lyssa onto her back to pin her to the mat through a festive chorus of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa escaped, albeit so narrowly that Carpenter had to wave a signal at the Timekeeper to prevent the bell from sounding in error. Set on her knees beside the flattened brunette, Olivia allowed herself a moment for a few deep breaths, then helped herself to Zahn’s hair and pulled her to a seat. The Black Hat grimaced and reached for Dare’s wrist, a halfhearted bit of scrabbling that the Briton ignored as she rose to her full height.
“Seems your grip is as weak as your memes, Melissa.” Olivia huffed. “No wonder you’re FAWN’s equivalent of internet famous.”
“Shuuuu… shut the f*ck up.” Zahn groaned. “I’m not the one desperate for EEERRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Blackbird shifted her hand from Lyssa’s hair to her chin, all the better to keep the woozy wrestler’s noggin under control when ‘Liv dropped to a seat directly behind. Drawing Zahn backward, the blonde slipped her legs around Lyssa’s head, the left tucking neatly beneath opposing chin so Olivia could nock that ankle in behind her right knee.
Headscissors, Olivia Dare to Lyssa Zahn.
Jaw clenched tight against the pressure of those encroaching thighs, Lyssa crooked her hands into claws and began to rake the Englishwoman’s shins with as much vitriol as she could muster. Dare grimaced but otherwise paid it no mind or rather, she only acknowledged the resistance by casually bouncing her heel against the center of Lyssa’s trunks.
“Sleazy bytch.” Lyssa moaned. “Keep outta my f*cking togs.”
Olivia placed her hands against the mat and hoisted her bum off the mat to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze that much harder. “Sheath those claws and I might consider it, luv.”
Zahn had no intention of acquiescing to the blonde’s demand, indeed she switched from raking to squeezing, the increasingly red-faced battler digging and gouging at her attacker’s svelte stems.
Gnawing at her bottom lip to distract herself from this fresh crop of welts, Dare sat down again and made a show of carefully brushing the hair from Lyssa’s sweaty forehead. “One more warning, Zahn.” the former World Champion murmured. “Let go… or suffer.”
“Go suck a bag of AARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK! HAIR, CARPENTER! F*CKER’S TRYING TO RIP OUT MY HAIR!”
Al treated most of Zahn’s in-ring claims with a grain of salt, but there was no denying this one because Olivia had indeed filled both fists with her rival’s dark hair. “Come on Olivia, you know better than that.” the ref cajoled. “Let go of her hair.”
“I will, just as soon as you ask her if she submits.”
“NO I DON’T F*CKING SUBMIT!” Lyssa roared. “NOW LET GO OF MY HAAARRRRRHHHH!”
Olivia redoubled her tress torture so Carpenter counted off a brisk “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“OOOWWWW YOU BLOODY--YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”
Tired of waiting for the referee to do his goddamned job, Lyssa hooked her claws into the underside of Olivia’s thighs and gouged until the Scissors loosened enough for the brunette to sink her teeth into one of those encroaching gams! Dare shrieked in angry surprise as the hold relaxed to the point that Zahn twisted over onto all fours and scrambled backward out of NO! The Oncoming Storm still had hold of Lyssa’s hair and she pulled the brunette back while sliding forward to reapply the Headscissors, only now Zahn’s chin was wedged against the fork of her crotch.
“Last warning, ‘Liv!” Al barked. “Get off her--”
Olivia let loose, raised her hands high as a show of good faith, then put to them to the mat and pushed herself up for the second time in as many minutes. “Submit.” the Briton demanded. “Unless you want to close out the year drooling onto my--”
The Insta-gator cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist and knotted her hands so they were pressed snug against the plank of Dare’s midriff. Grinding her teeth as the skinny bytch squeezed all the harder, Lyssa plowed forward into the Scissors until she’d regained her knees and Dare was almost stacked on her shoulders. A little more progress would’ve finished the job, but Zahn wasn’t interested in some sneaky-ass flash pin. No, she wanted to a goddamned statement, which was why she clambered to her feet and slowly, slooooowly lifted Olivia into the air!
This show of strength earned an appreciative murmur from the FAWNatics, though it’d curdled to apprehension by the time Lyssa had the hoisted the former World Champion onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. As for the woman in peril, she remained remarkably calm, Dare showing nothing but ice as she cupped one hand behind Lyssa’s head, all the better to hold her steady for a quick burst of punches aimed at her rival’s nosTHAWHAM!
Punches be damned, Lyssa went up on tiptoes and hurled her burden forward and down, the TikTok Terror just driving Olivia down full-force on the back of her head and shoulders! The emphatic slam left ‘Liv’s arms spread wide with legs folded over top in a perfect Matchbook that had Al swooping in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
Zahn let out an effortful grunt and muscled Olivia off the mat simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ to bring her back to the Powerbomb stall! No resistance from the Briton this time around, she barely managed to lace her hands around the back of Lyssa’s head before the powerful brunette set off toward the corner at a brisk pace! It wasn’t quite a run not that it mattered much in the end as Zahn’s journey still ended with Dare BWUUUNGING spine-first against the corner courtesy of a vicious Buckle Bomb!
Olivia should’ve dropped to her butt or perhaps collapsed flat on her face, she shouldn’t have stayed upright though that’s what she did by grace of her arms catching across the top rope. Lyssa observed this, nodded once, then took the Blackbird’s chin between thumb and forefinger so she could force scathing eye contact. “Think you’re a tuff bytch? Think you can out-vicious me? You’re nothNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Dare lashed out with a slap that snapped Lyssa’s head to the side and split her bottom lip in a single stroke. “Shuuuuhhh… shut your bloody mouth, would you HOOOFFFHHHH!”
Zahn stuffed a Shoulderblock into Olivia’s midsection, hooked an arm between her legs and lifted her up in a Fireman’s Carry that lasted just long enough to deposit the struggling Storm across the top ropes on a sharp diagonal. A few spiteful slaps between the shoulders kept Dare from attempting a jailbreak while Zahn created some distance with a neat back-roll that brought her to verticality near center ring. Soon as she was up, she was off, the Black Hat hurtling in to THWHUMP her left knee up into the bendy-back’s exposed tummy!
GUTSHOT @ 2:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK-vjh398y0
The nauseating Gutshot bounced Olivia from the frying pan to the fire, as Lyssa dipped just low enough to catch the Blackbird across her shoulders in another Fireman’s Carry. “YOU THINK THIS PIECE OF CRAP IS STILL CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL?” Zahn taunted the crowd as she stomped to the middle of the squared circle. “SHE’S BARELY A MEME ANYMORE!”
With that she dropped her hips, pushed up and slung Dare offa her perch to catch her across one shoulder for--’OOOOOOHHHHHHH!’
A roar of amazement from the crowd when Olivia adjusted in mid-air to come down on her feet directly in front of the startled brunette. Catching hold of Zahn’s wrist before the other wrestler could react, ‘Liv put her through an Arm Wringer, then halved the grip so she could twist Lyssa ‘round in a half circle that ended with the Pintrest Pin-Up trapped in a Front Facelock / Hammerlock combination. Unfortunately for Lyssa the arrangement didn’t last long enough for her to plot an escape, as Dare promptly threw herself backward to THWHONK the brunette’s skull into the deck with a ring-shaking DDT! Zahn rolled through to a sloppy seat, then collapsed to her back as soon as Olivia palmed a shoulder. Pressed in tight against opposing chest, Dare hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
DAREDEVIL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7A1iIGy3NrE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa twisted loose and rolled onto her belly, the brunette swaddling her head in both hands while one foot tapped the mat in a spasmodic beat. Olivia paid her adversary very little mind, she was quite preoccupied trying to regain her bearings and her breath following the pair of Powerbombs and that gawdawful Kneelift. Still, she was (mostly) vertical while Zahn was not and that proved motivation enough to get the Englishwoman back to boot-leather. A double handful of battle-damp hair did the same for Lyssa, though her verticality grew far more tenuous when Olivia caught hold of her left foot and lifted that leg off the mat.
“Snuuuhh… sneaky bytch.” Zahn protested. “Don’t even think about WHOAARRGGGHH!”
Olivia dipped beneath the captured limb and straightened up to drape it across her shoulders while simultaneously hooking her left arm around the Lyssa’s head in a Front Facelock. Knees bent deep, the Blackbird popped her hips and hoisted Zahn “AAAWWWHHH FAHK!”
Desperate to avoid the Quatermass Buster, Zahn flattened her right hand into a paddle and drove a stiff fingered jab into the blonde’s crotch! That wasn’t quite enough to escape the awkward position so she grabbed Dare’s waistband and YAAAAAAANKED until she obtained her freedom! Crumpling to one knee while Olivia stood knock-kneed before her, Lyssa palmed the Brit’s hips and added to her anguish with a swift Headbutt below the belt. Dare whined and collapsed atop Zahn’s right shoulder in an unquestionably awkward arrangement. But the TweetStormTrooper made the best of it by knotting her hands beneath opposing glutes so she could power to her feet.
Lumbering toward the corner on autopilot, Lyssa ultimately sat the blonde atop the turnbuckle, a choice that seemed almost merciful until she drew back and pounded a straight right hand into the juncture of Dare’s thighs. “Teach you to work my trunks you skinny bytch.” the vindictive brunette huffed. Olivia replied with nothing more than a pained whimpering so Lyssa turned her back on the blonde, then climbed to the middle strand and wearily pulled Dare onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics got loud, urging the faltering Storm to fight out of the trap, alas, Olivia’s vaunted stems barely twitched when Zahn straightened up and leapt out into the void to THAWHAM her blonde into the bottom of a smoking crater courtesy an Avalanche Meme Generator!
AVALANCHE MEME GENERATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmRwqdKCdAU
Dare bounced high and hard, the Englishwoman coming to rest facedown in a pose she occupied until Lyssa crawled over and barreled her onto her back. Arm draped heavily across the Olivia’s chest, Zahn didn’t so much pin her foe as she did collapse, the brunette hoping her near dead-weight would be enough to keep the Blackbird grounded for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Lyssa knew she should try to get up, but she’d only mustered the energy to roll onto her back when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LYSSA ZAHN!”
Al Carpenter approached and offered the winner a hand-up only for Lyssa to decline with a middle finger. “My phone. Bring me my phone, nerd.”
The ref had no desire to play enabler for Lyssa’s snarky games, yet there was really no way he could deny her without directing more wrath at Olivia. So it was with a heavy sigh that he headed to Zahn’s corner, retrieved her phone and handed it over to the Insta-gator.
Energized by the mere presence of her favorite gadget, Lyssa swiped in her password, set the camera to selfie mode, then sidled in beside Olivia so she could slip her left arm under the beaten Brit’s head. Pressed in cheek to cheek with her foe, Lyssa tipped Olivia’s chin up ever so slightly to ensure Dare was ‘looking’ straight into the phone. “Welcome to the Wall of Shame, ‘Liv. I know it’s your first time here, but I hope to make you a regular here in the coming year!” No answer from the Storm, so Lyssa snapped off a few more shots, then rose to her full height and planted a domineering boot on Olivia’s chest.
The gaudy victory pose earned more and more vitriol from the FAWNatics not that it bothered Zahn in the slightest. She only ground down with her heel and tapped the lobe of one ear, daring all of those gutless followers and lurkers to deny one of the biggest victories of her career. Try as they might, mere noise did nothing to remove Lyssa’s foot and she was still posing atop Mt. ‘Liv when the broadcast cut to a hype video for tonight’s World Title Contest.
DO YOUR WORST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6Z9vfgMAgc
Rival Son’s ‘Do Your Worst’ hit the speakers and the boos came with it, the crowd unloading on the Social Media Superstar before she’d even made an appearance. Zahn didn’t make them wait long though, it was only seconds later when the hardbody brunette stunner strode into view with ubiquitous smart phone already in hand. Greeting the trolls with a brazenly raised middle finger, Lyssa whipped ‘round in a half circle and raised her phone high enough to get a bird-flippin’ selfie with a great deal of the audience in the background. Satisfied with the results, she slipped the gadget into a snug elastic pouch strapped to her right bicep and stormed down the aisle while mouthing a choice line from her anthem. “Oh my, oh my baby, devil’s gonna get you if I don’t first.”
LYSSA ZAHNl
For her appearance on the last FAWN card of the year, Lyssa wore predominately black spandex: a two piece, the top with thin, pink shoulder straps set at a slight angle, and a pink mesh “plate” over the clavicle, rising into a collar. The bottom rim of this piece and the neckline of the bikini top worked to create almost a heart-shaped ‘cleavage window.’ Matching bottoms (with pink trim), pink wristbands and pads, and black boots completed the look.
Plainly delighted to sling ether and flames at any idiot that dared so much as blink in her direction, Zahn zigged and zagged several times on her way to the ring just to make sure the crowd knew they would never, EVER get the last word while she was around. Only breaking off from this pastime when she reached the shadow of the squared circle, the Insta-gator hurried up the steps and jumped over the top rope.
“Hey Carpenter, got a late Christmas present for ya!” she called to the lanky official. “I’ll give it to you when the match is over, long as you don’t say anything stupid in the interim.”
“Really? Thanks Lyssa, that’s really sweet.”
“And just like that you’re not getting it. Maybe next year, dope.”
Al was in the midst of upbraiding himself for falling for Lyssa’s ploy when the Announcer started in again. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
The roar for her name was followed by another crash of throat-born thunder when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. And the auditory storm raged all the louder once the lissome Briton appeared atop the stage to greet the FAWN faithful with one index finger raised to the rafters.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her return to pay-per-view, the bendy Blackbird wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The top half of her ensemble included a strappy bikini top, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thanking the crowd with a quick nod, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
‘BLOCKING WON’T SAVE LYSSA FROM THIS BEATING!’
“Well, ACTUAL blocking might delay the inevitable, at least for a while.” Olivia noted with a small smile. “Alas, the social variety will do nothing to stop her from bawling in submission.” Looking forward to this task, Dare returned her attention to the ring and quickly made her way up the steel steps at the corner. From there she strolled onto the apron, draped her arms over the top rope and tumbled backward to
Returning her attention to the ring and the beast that would soon join her therein, Dare made her way to the corner where she strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo. The Storm’s entrance prompted an aggressive step approach from Lyssa and Dare would’ve happily met the brunette in the middle of the ring if Al hadn’t stepped between ‘em.
“Easy ladies, the bell will ring soon enough.”
Zahn answered with a middle finger, then drew back in surprise when she discovered Olivia holding an identical model mere inches from her chin.
“Not so pleasant, is it luv?” Dare smirked as she backpedaled into her corner.
Lyssa made no reply, though the tumultuous, competitive look in her dark eyes spoke a promise a more direct answer very shortly.
Olivia was out of her corner as soon as the bell sounded, the lissome British veteran looking to correct her pay-per-view scorecard following that close, but heartbreaking loss to the current, Dreamy World Champion. As for the opposition, Lyssa approached with equal alacrity, the Pintrest Pin-Up knowing damned well that a victory over the Oncoming Storm could shoot her into contention for either an Intercontinental or even a World Title shot.
“Gotta be honest ‘Liv, much as I’d love to engage in some snappy banter, I think I need to skip ahead to the part where I--” Zahn went low and shot in fast, the strong brunette aiming to catch Dare’s hips for any number of unsavory possibilities. ‘Aim’ proved the operative word however because Olivia shot back far enough to send Lyssa to all fours, which in turn allowed the blonde to catch her adversary in a Front Facelock that grew a great deal more unpleasant the instant she went down on her knees.
Careful to keep herself snug atop the Black Hat’s strong back, Olivia slipped her right arm beneath Zahn’s right armpit and clasped her hands to secure the other wrestler’s arm in the same sinewy loop that already contained her head. Quick to stretch out full length, Dare planted her tiptoes and pushed up to put that much more weight on Zahn’s head and shoulders. “Why exactly did you want to skip the banter, Lyssa?” Olivia chirped as the brunette huffed and grunted beneath her. “Were you really that interested in getting to the part where I stretched your snide, trolling arse? Because your wish is my command, luv.”
“Eeerrrrhhhh… if that was true you’d step into traffic right f*cking now.” Zahn muttered as she struggled to get her knees beneath her. “Since it’s not I’ll settle for carving my name in your pasty-ass thigh.”
Dare didn’t get a chance to respond before the Vine Vixen crooked her right hand into a talon and raaaaaaaaaaaaked it up her left thigh no less than half a dozen times. The resultant pattern didn’t look like much of anything, certainly not a name, yet it still brought an irritated grimace to the Englishwoman’s face, especially once Lyssa caught hold of her briefs just above that hip and pulled ‘em into an ungainly sort of half-wedgie. Noting Dare’s hiss of displeasure despite her awkward position, Zahn jerked her new handle to & fro just because she knew the camera flashes would irk Olivia to no end.
“Let go of my trunks, Zahn.” the blonde muttered. “Only warning.”
“F*ck your warnings.” Lyssa snapped. “They’re as bloodless and brittle as NGH! NGH! NNNGGHH!”
Olivia shifted her weight to the left so she could bring the point of her right knee up into the crown of her opponent’s skull once, twice, three times! Not satisfied with groans when she could elicit full on screams, Dare shuffled onto her knees, then planted her own forehead on the mat and somersaulted into a low bridge that wrenched the brunette’s head and shoulders back at an extremely awkward angle.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bzbS67M0ss
“Rrrrrggggghhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuck.” Zahn hissed through clenched teeth as she fought against the simple trap. “Ask her.” Olivia told Al Carpenter shortly after she’d bridged onto her tiptoes. “But try to do so in a hundred and forty-four characters or less. Anything else is a little too complicated for this sweet girRRRGGHHH!”
Lyssa had been reaching for the ropes with her right hand, now she pumped that arm down and in to gouge her elbow into the blonde’s exposed flank. The shot didn’t connect with the sort of force Zahn could usually muster, so she landed half a dozen more, then began to draaaaaaaaag the tip of that bony dagger up and down the Briton’s ribs.
Eventually Olivia rolled outta the bridge to land on her knees but rather than try another somersault she clambered to her feet and forced Zahn to do the same. Shifting from the Chancery to a Front Facelock so she could pwak-pwak-pwak several quick Overhand Forearm Smashes across her foe’s lower back. Zahn snarled, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and plowed toward the nearest set of-- Dare threw her left leg back to plant it like a kickstand and halt the TweetStormTrooper’s advance. With Lyssa temporarily stalled she brought that leg forward and in, just THUMPING the point of her knee into opposing rack. That loosened Zahn’s Waistlock which in turn allowed Olivia to break it entirely courtesy of a Double Underhook.
Hands locked tight, the Oncoming Storm dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the heavier wrestler up, over and DOWN onto her back with a beautiful Butterfly Suplex! Dare went on tiptoe as soon as the throw landed to keep Zahn as flat as she could while the ref and the crowd counted…
BUTTERFLY SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhDLVHMNdR8
ONE…
The Insta-gator twisted onto her stomach simultaneous with ‘ONE!’ but the escape proved pyrrhic because the tenacious Blackbird rolled along with her so she wouldn’t have to relinquish the Double Underhook! “Where do you think you’re going, luv?” Olivia chided as the tangled wrestlers returned to their feet. Surely you’re not trying to run, are OOOOOWWW! BITING!” Dare shouted to the official. “CARPENTER, SHE’S BITWHOANGGHH!”
Lyssa, who’d pressed her mug against Olivia’s flank so she could get a mean mouthful, finally wrenched her arms free only to immediately stuff her head between the blonde’s thighs. In the same breath she cupped ‘Liv’s calves in both hands and straightened up so that the former World Champ was draped awkwardly down her back. Uncharacteristic silence from the brunette as Zahn turned to the hard camera, her dark eyes flashing cold and vindictive in the brief lull before she snapped forward to whip Olivia forward and down, the lithesome bendyback just THWHAMMING against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
Dare landed flush on the back of her head and shoulders with her legs kicked up overhead in Matchbook that could’ve led to a solid cover if residual momentum hadn’t tumbled her backward to all fours. The missed opportunity didn’t put Lyssa out of countenance in the slightest, she simply filled her hands with the Brit’s blonde hair and hauled her to boot-leather. A Headbutt between the eyes ensured that Dare remained appropriately wobbly while Zahn slipped both arms under opposing biceps, then clasped her hands across Dare’s mouth and nose in an awkward Inverted Full Nelson.
Quick to puuuuussh back on the other wrestler’s head, Lyssa planted her feet wide and shook the hold back and forth to draw a single sustained groan from her trapped opponent. “You wanna hear something I don’t say very often or… ever, really?” Lyssa cooed as she continued to pour on the pressure. “I like you, Olivia, I really do. Here you are, an OBVIOUS stone-cold bytch if ever there was one and yet somehow you’ve managed to keep these people eating out of your hand for more than a decade! That’s the sort of long con I really appreciate, which is why I will take such sublime pleasure in adding your picture to my Wall of Shame.”
Dare muttered something against those smothering palms but Zahn made no effort to decipher them, she simply dipped her knees and hoisted her Briton high into the air so that Olivia’s legs swung up under either arm. Breaking the Nelson to hook her arms around the blonde’s calves, Lyssa sat out with her legs splayed in a ‘V’ to THAWHAM Dare down flat on her back as victim of the nastily-modified Powerbomb she called ‘Cancelled’. Scooting in closer to thread her heels over Olivia’s biceps, the Black Hat cinched her arms around opposing thighs to keep the bendy-back down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare ‘smecked’ her legs together in an improvised Bell Ringer that broke the brunette’s cover with a full second to spare. Zahn flipped Carpenter the bird on general principle, then returned to verticality to better plan her next move. In the meantime Olivia rolled onto her stomach and pushed to all fo--“OOOFFFHHH!”
Lyssa stepped in from the left and thumped her right foot into the Briton’s ribs with a punt that sent Dare tumbling onto her back. “Did I say you could get your ass up?” Zahn asked the gasping grappler. “No, I don’t think I did.”
Arms crisscrossed over her throbbing midsection, ‘Liv banged a heel against the canvas and grunted, “I don’t need permission from a slattern like NNNNNNGGGGHH!”
The Snap Chat Siren kicked her right leg out like she meant to bring it down across Dare’s throat but instead she pivoted a little bit farther and dropped straight down to THWHUMP her tush flat against Olivia’s chest! Dare’s legs shot up on impact and for a moment they tried to find their way beneath the brunette’s armpits, so Zahn put a stop to that by raking her nails across the former World Champion’s eyes!
“Hey! Watch the eyes, Lyssa!” Al warned over the boos from the crowd.
“I am, asshole.” Zahn replied in the midst of shifting just enough to roll Dare onto her stomach. “How do you think I found them on the first try?”
The official didn’t much care for that response, not that his approval meant shyt to the TikTok Terror, who’d already slid south onto one knee to lay claim to Olivia’s ankles. Yanking her lower legs up with a single spasmodic tug, Zahn folded the blonde’s right ankle into the pit of her left knee, then folded Dare’s left calf up over the encroaching limb to keep it trapped in place while simultaneously bracing the Brit’s heel against her rump. Leaning forward enough to keep the Figure Four in place with an assist from her own thigh, Lyssa laced her hands beneath the Storm’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to complete the STF.
TROLLISH STF:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmIDOF4NFNs
“Not a lot of preamble tonight, am I right, ‘Liv?” Zahn chided when the stretch was only a few seconds old. “Just got me down and tried to tap me out in the first two minutes. I can appreciate that. I hope you can appreciate this.” Lyssa halved the Chinlock, caught a huge fistful of hair and puuuuuuuuuulled until Dare squealed in pained indignation.
“Let go of her hair, Lyssa!” Al barked. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
“You think repetition would get the point across?” she snapped. “Look, she’s starting to crawl! I’m motivating her!”
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Zahn released the hair-hold and Chinlock, the Black Hat raising both hands to shoulder level if only to flip the zebra another pair of birds. “Hear that, girl?” Lyssa asked as the Englishwoman continued to drag their combined weight toward the ropes. “This idiot thinks you can’t defend yourself. You gonna take that from--”
“Shut your bloody gob, Zahn.” Olivia snapped. “I’m in no mood for you eeeerrrrrgggghhhhhh snarky bytch!”
Smirk growing wider, Lyssa continued to slap and swat at Dare’s head and shoulders, just paint-brushing her at will. “Don’t like it? Do something about it. F*cking losOOOWWW!”
The Blackbird reached back with her left hand, caught hold of Zahn’s left wrist and pulled that hand close enough to chomp down on the base of the other wrestler’s thumb!
“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Lyssa sneered at the ref. “You’re just gonna let her bite me?”
“Stop biting her, Olivia.” Carpenter told the blonde. Dare did as bade, then planted her elbows on the canvas and resumed her journey to the ropes. “She tastes disgusting, Algernon. Like something you’d find in the grimiest corner of 4chaNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Lyssa caught her under the chin with her left hand, craaaaaaaaanked the Brit’s head back and promptly cuffed her along the cheek and jaw with a trio of rough Crossface punches. Forced to abandon her jailbreak to protect her exposed features, Olivia blocked several more shots from the brunette and ultimately earned her freedom from the Leglock when Zahn hurried to her feet. Alas, there was no time to enjoy it as Lyssa promptly planted a foot on either side of her opponent’s hips and dropped into a deep, high-speed squat that THWHUMPED her medicine ball rump into the prone woman’s lower back.
“Not a lot of chicks have the guts to talk trash in my presence the way you do, ‘Liv. That’s… that’s a bold move. But I think it’s time you learned why everyone else keeps their mouth shut.”
“Puuuhhh… probably don’t wanna breathe in any more of that deep web stank, if I had to NNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Zahn slapped ’Liv hard on the right ear, twined her fingers in the Storm’s long hair and peeled her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Too dazed from the repeated bludgeoning to manage a final lunge to the strands, Olivia found herself led back to the center of the squared circle, where she was welcomed with a sharp Toe Kick and a Standing Headscissors. Trapping the blonde’s wiry arms in a Double Underhook identical to the one she’d endured earlier, Lyssa treated Dare’s noggin to a single prolonged squeeeeeeeze, then dipped her knees and hoisted / flipped the bendy-back end over end only to bust out some sadistic genuflection that THWHUMPED the Briton’s injured back across the strong plank of her posted thigh!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOoUuW7LNoQ
Dare bounced away on impact, landed hard on her hip and shoulder and was promptly tugged onto her back so Zahn could hook the far leg for…
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TWO…
Olivia wrenched loose and shot a hand into the air to make sure there was no denying her escape. Lyssa made no argument with the official, nor did she waste any breath taunting the crowd or her foe. Rather she hair-hauled Olivia to her knees, snuggled in close and cinched her arms around the former World Champion’s slim waist. The Bear Hug was quite unpleasant from the outset, so of course Zahn promptly made it worse by grinding the knot of her hands into the hollow of ‘Liv’s back and gouging the point of her chin into the other wrestler’s neck. “Give it up, bytch.” Lyssa murmured after several seconds. “Unless you want me to squeeze out what’s left of your reputatNGH! NGH! NNNNNHHHHHH!”
The Black Hat hadn’t bothered to pin Dare’s arms beneath her own and the Blackbird made her pay for it by driving her left fist into the brunette’s kidney once, twice, three times! To make matters worse, she crooked that hand into a claw and began to dig and gouge at Zahn’s exposed flank. “Spuuuhhh… spindly bytch.” Zahn growled. “I’m gonna break you like a bag of sticOOOOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
Olivia went all in with her thumb, the svelte veteran using it like a miniature dagger against her opponent’s kidney. “You’re all talk, Zahn.” Dare huffed through clenched teeth. “It’s why you’re a star on the internet and nothing more interesting than Allard’s co-host in FAWNOOOOOOOWWWWW EVIL TWAT!”
Lyssa didn’t respond, she was too busy chewing on her opponent’s ear. Enduring the Brit’s caterwauling to deal out as much damage as quickly as possible, Zahn continued to bear down on the constrictive Hug as Carpenter called out, “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“GAAAAAAAHD DAMN YOU!” Now it was Zahn shrieked in pained outrage because Dare pressed a thumb to one eye and pushed like she meant to scoop it from the brunette’s skull!
“Break those holds!” Al ordered to no response. “Break those holds, I mean it! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Olivia and Lyssa let loose with a mutual shove that exploded into a violent exchange of slaps and pie-facing, as neither woman was willing to let the other leave with the proverbial last word. Eventually they scrambled out of range and slowly got to their feet, blonde and brunette watching the other warily as they smoothed back their hair and made minor adjustments to distended togs.
“First you work on my kidney, then you gouge my eye.” Lyssa told the Englishwoman in a tone that almost sounded like grudging respect. “If I tried that shyt these people would be all over me. But you… you do it and they cheer you louder than ever. How do you do that, Olivia?”
“I’ve always been up front about who I am.” Dare’s response suggested this was a question she’d grown tired of answering. “I’ve no interest in slapping every hand, kissing every baby or bellowing ‘come on!’ every time I land so much as a Chop. But just because I never subscribed to the Shea London Book of Babyface Etiquette doesn’t mean I talk down to our audience, or take them for granted. And as you have so recently discovered, dear Melissa, unlike your usual diet of hapless, giggling prey, I am oh so willing to fight fire with fire.”
Zahn rolled her eyes. “F*ck, I’m sorry I asked. Can I punch you in the mouth now or do you want to regale me with--”
The Black Hat skidded back several paces when Dare pivoted on her left heel and stutter-stepped forward, ‘Liv’s right knee rising like she had a Super Kick on her mind. “You’re more than welcome to throw all the fists you like, sweetheart.” Olivia chided the other brunette. “Just understand I’ll match you one for one. Then two for one and three for one, and on and on until those hands of yours, so dangerous when affixed to a keyboard of any kind, are hanging limp and useless at your si--”
Lyssa closed fast showing a right-handed Haymaker aimed at the point of Dare’s chNO! ‘Liv intercepted it with her left forearm, cupped that hand against the back of the brunette’s head and pulled her down just to THWHAP Zahn’s jaw with a textbook European Uppercut! Lyssa went back on her heels without giving any ground, so Dare simply hauled off and slapped her face sideways, the former FAWN World Champion earning a loud ‘OOOOOOOHHH!’ from those assembled.
“Do better, Zahn!” the Brit snapped at her wincing adversary. “I have no earthly idea how someone as dialed in as you can telegraph punches so badly!”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Lyssa’s legs firmed up and she threw another punch at the Englishwoman’s mouth. Alas, this effort was doomed to the same fate as that which proceeded it, Dare blocking it with an upraised forearm, then following through with a stiff European Uppercut that threatened to bloody her opponent’s bottom lip. Snarling in frustration and anger, Zahn fired a third Haymaker, but when ‘Liv blocked this one the Insta-gator immediately lunged forward to THWHONK her forehead between the blonde’s eyes! Dare grimaced, almost took a knee before Lyssa reeled her into a rough Side Headlock.
Pivoting in a sharp circle to keep the other wrestler off balance, Zahn made sure to keep Olivia’s elegant cheekbone snug against her hip while she unloaded with a series of short, sharp punches to the Blackbird’s hairline. “You’re not gonna win a fistfight with me, chess club.” Lyssa growled, I don’t give a shyt how strong those Uppercuts arRRRRRHHHH F*CK!” Zahn’s rage curdled into pain when Olivia resumed her previous claw grip on the sturdy brunette’s kidney.
“Luuuuhhhh… let me go, Lyssa.” Dare demanded even as she attempted to claw a hole through her opponent’s flank. “Unless you want your next live stream to come from a hospital OOOWWWWWW GET OFFA MY EYES, YOU TWAT!”
Zahn, who’d stopped throwing punches to sloooooooowly rake her rival’s eyes, followed the first pass with a much quicker swipe, then caught the Briton’s nose between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist! “Love it when you talk dirty, ‘Liv.” Lyssa teased. “It’s just another reminder of what sort of vicious bytch is lurking beneath all that prim and proper WHOOOAAHH DON’T THINK SO!”
Olivia cinched her arms around the American’s waist and popped her hips hard enough to lift Zahn’s feet off the canvas by several inches. She probably could’ve taken her all the way over if she’d started just a little lower, but Lyssa’s leverage slowed her efforts and gave the Black Hat just enough time to drive the point of her elbow into the back of the blonde’s skull. Not willing to give the Storm another chance to upend her, Lyssa pounded one last punch between Olivia’s eyes, then hauled her to boot-leather and relinquished the Headlock so she could slip an arm between Dare’s stems and muscle her into a Fireman’s Carry!
Corralling the blonde at bicep and thigh to make sure she couldn’t wriggle loose, Zahn stomped to the middle of the squared circle and turned in a gaudy circle before kicking both feet forward to lay out on her back with a Samoan Drop that THWHUMPED Olivia full force against the thinly-sheathed plywood! Quick to transition to a tight Back Press, Zahn shifted her weight to the Briton’s chest and locked her hands in an S-grip to keep Dare glued down through…
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TykCe9LpjOs
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Olivia pulled free with half a second to spare, the breathless bendy-back tumbling onto her stomach to defend against another pin. This worked better in letter than spirit, as it did in fact prevent Zahn from going for a cover, however it left the Blackbird effectively defenseless when Lyssa caught a double fistful of hair and SCRUBBED her face back ‘n forth against the mat! Dare squealed, grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrists and clambered to her knees only for the Tweeting Tyrant to bounce her forehead offa the canvas once, twice, three times! The bludgeoning didn’t quite stretch ‘Liv out flat, so Zahn hooked a Half Nelson and rolled her onto her back.
Back to vertical a moment later, Lyssa stomped on Dare’s abs just because she could, then turned and ran the ropes to the blonde’s right. Bounding back in a few long strides, the Pintrest Pin-Up took to the skies in a gorgeous arcing leap that ended with every bit of her hundred and thirty pounds landing butt-first atop Olivia’s pert bust! Lyssa kept her seat just long enough to swat Dare’s jolting legs aside, then she was up and moving, the brunette going straight for the ropes on the opposite side of the ring.
Second verse, same as the first, though Olivia’s legs didn’t shoot skyward so Zahn indulged in a brief bit of tawdry butt-scrubbing. “Not much of a landing pad.” Lyssa admitted to the FAWNatics once she’d taken up a position above the Briton’s head. “Thankfully I’ve got more than enough to pad AND pulverize!” She slapped her glutes to emphasize the point and ensure the crowd was jeering loudly when she skipped over ‘Liv en route to that set of ropes.
The third Zahn Bomb was in the air with its punishing payload hurtling toward the target only for things to go catastrophically wrong when Dare rolled out of the way! There was a low THWUMP followed by a pained groan from the Black Hat as lightning raced from her tailbone to the nape of her neck and right back down. Seemingly galvanized by the thrum of Zahn’s miss, Olivia clambered to her feet, moved ‘round behind the seated brunette and simply THWHACKED a Soccer Kick between her foe’s shoulders!
“NNNGGGHHH!” Lyssa cringed, tried to shift her weight to get up, so Dare palmed the top of her head with one hand and crac-crac-crac-CRAAAACKED a furious series of Knife-Edge Chops across the welt raised by her kick!
“Sit still, brat.” the Oncoming Storm ordered. “I’ve got a GIF to create.”
“Why don’t you kiss my ass, then?” Zahn grunted. “I’m sure that’d go viral like NGH!”
Olivia spiked a quick knee into the nape of her neck, then sprinted into the ropes directly in front of her seated opposition. Angling to Zahn’s right for her return trip, Dare put on another burst of speed a heartbeat before kicked her legs forward to drop into a speedy slide and THWHAP a huge Forearm Smash against her opponent’s tits! Knocked flat by the Sliding Dare, Zahn only offered a breathy groan when Olivia stretched out across her chest and drew the far leg snug for…
SLIDING DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHZ36v4o6dk
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Lyssa tumbled onto her side, saved from a thunderous dismissal with perhaps half a second to spare. Eager to repay the liberties Zahn had taken with her, Olivia helped herself to a double handful of hair and banged the brunette’s temple against the canvas until she heard the telltale scuff of Carpenter’s shoes closing the distance. From there she switched over to a perfectly legal grip on her opponent’s ears and used it to haul the Tweeting Tyrant back to a wobbly verticality.
Lyssa was still doubled over and firmly in the Briton’s grasp when Dare drew her in a little closer for a single Kneelift to the pit of the stomach. Zahn ‘oooofffed’ and her hips shot backward, a suitable start but nowhere near the capitulation ‘Liv sought. So she reeled Lyssa back to start and greeted her with not one Kneelift but a whole series, the vengeful bendy-back’s glutes churning up and down as she unleashed a veritable fusillade of machine-gun Kneelifts on her foe’s sturdy midsection!
Careful to keep the crown of Zahn’s head snugged against her chest, the Blackbird landed no less than a baker’s dozen worth of those heavy shots and she might’ve landed two or even three times that number if the Vine Vixen hadn’t laced her hands around the back of Dare’s skull and dropped to both knees to check the Briton’s chin with a quick Jawbreaker! Olivia’s grasp fell away but Lyssa’s did not, so she scrambled to her feet and earned a mutual roar from crowd and Blackbird by sinking her talons into Dare’s modest bust!
“F*ck, why do I even bother?” Zahn snarked over the sound of Olivia’s wails as she continued to claw and scrape opposing rack. “Might as well have gone straight to the pincOOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Dare resumed her Muy Thai clasp and fired off a last Kneelift, one that thumped the center of Zahn’s black trunks! Offense forgotten in favor of more pressing concerns, the Black Hat put a hand between her thighs and braced the other against Olivia’s sternum presumably to push the blonde away. Ultimately she got what she wanted not because her plan succeeded, but because the Oncoming Storm swatted that hand aside, then raised her left foot high and delivered a swift short-range kick to the other wrestler’s chest. Zahn backpedaled like a drunk, hit the ropes and bounced back the way she’d THWHACK! Dare finally carried through on the threatened Super Kick with a crisp, elegant delivery that glued her left foot to Lyssa’s chin.
Credit the legs of one Lyssa Zahn however, instead of hitting the deck flat on her back the TikTok Terror spun ‘round in a woozy half circle and shuffled toward the ropNO! Olivia caught the brunette’s waistband, yanked her back the way she’d came and dipped low enough to stuff her head between Lyssa’s thighs. Soon as that was secured Olivia rose to her full height, the seamless completion of the Electric Chair earning a rumble of approval from the sold-out crowd. Most were anticipating some English Breakfast served all day, but instead of reaching up to cradle the American’s neck, she put both hands to the back of her thighs and shoved Zahn up and out into a what would’ve been a relatively easy landing if Dare hadn’t laid out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest! As it was, the Insta-gator came down tush-first atop those bony joints, then bounced away to land on her back.
ELECTRIC CHAIR ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7AmlAKxv8Y
Careful observers will note that Olivia hurried over to go for a cover, only to slide away when Zahn rolled onto her stomach and clambered to one knee. Positioned directly behind the unsuspecting battler, ‘Liv rose to her full height and immediately hopped forward to THWHACK a Basement Super Kick against the curve of Lyssa’s skull!
Zahn’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed shortly thereafter, the brawny battler hitting the deck like a felled tree. Olivia was on her half a heartbeat later, bundling Lyssa onto her back to pin her to the mat through a festive chorus of…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa escaped, albeit so narrowly that Carpenter had to wave a signal at the Timekeeper to prevent the bell from sounding in error. Set on her knees beside the flattened brunette, Olivia allowed herself a moment for a few deep breaths, then helped herself to Zahn’s hair and pulled her to a seat. The Black Hat grimaced and reached for Dare’s wrist, a halfhearted bit of scrabbling that the Briton ignored as she rose to her full height.
“Seems your grip is as weak as your memes, Melissa.” Olivia huffed. “No wonder you’re FAWN’s equivalent of internet famous.”
“Shuuuu… shut the f*ck up.” Zahn groaned. “I’m not the one desperate for EEERRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Blackbird shifted her hand from Lyssa’s hair to her chin, all the better to keep the woozy wrestler’s noggin under control when ‘Liv dropped to a seat directly behind. Drawing Zahn backward, the blonde slipped her legs around Lyssa’s head, the left tucking neatly beneath opposing chin so Olivia could nock that ankle in behind her right knee.
Headscissors, Olivia Dare to Lyssa Zahn.
Jaw clenched tight against the pressure of those encroaching thighs, Lyssa crooked her hands into claws and began to rake the Englishwoman’s shins with as much vitriol as she could muster. Dare grimaced but otherwise paid it no mind or rather, she only acknowledged the resistance by casually bouncing her heel against the center of Lyssa’s trunks.
“Sleazy bytch.” Lyssa moaned. “Keep outta my f*cking togs.”
Olivia placed her hands against the mat and hoisted her bum off the mat to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze that much harder. “Sheath those claws and I might consider it, luv.”
Zahn had no intention of acquiescing to the blonde’s demand, indeed she switched from raking to squeezing, the increasingly red-faced battler digging and gouging at her attacker’s svelte stems.
Gnawing at her bottom lip to distract herself from this fresh crop of welts, Dare sat down again and made a show of carefully brushing the hair from Lyssa’s sweaty forehead. “One more warning, Zahn.” the former World Champion murmured. “Let go… or suffer.”
“Go suck a bag of AARRRRRHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK! HAIR, CARPENTER! F*CKER’S TRYING TO RIP OUT MY HAIR!”
Al treated most of Zahn’s in-ring claims with a grain of salt, but there was no denying this one because Olivia had indeed filled both fists with her rival’s dark hair. “Come on Olivia, you know better than that.” the ref cajoled. “Let go of her hair.”
“I will, just as soon as you ask her if she submits.”
“NO I DON’T F*CKING SUBMIT!” Lyssa roared. “NOW LET GO OF MY HAAARRRRRHHHH!”
Olivia redoubled her tress torture so Carpenter counted off a brisk “ONE! TWO! THREE FO--”
“OOOWWWW YOU BLOODY--YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”
Tired of waiting for the referee to do his goddamned job, Lyssa hooked her claws into the underside of Olivia’s thighs and gouged until the Scissors loosened enough for the brunette to sink her teeth into one of those encroaching gams! Dare shrieked in angry surprise as the hold relaxed to the point that Zahn twisted over onto all fours and scrambled backward out of NO! The Oncoming Storm still had hold of Lyssa’s hair and she pulled the brunette back while sliding forward to reapply the Headscissors, only now Zahn’s chin was wedged against the fork of her crotch.
“Last warning, ‘Liv!” Al barked. “Get off her--”
Olivia let loose, raised her hands high as a show of good faith, then put to them to the mat and pushed herself up for the second time in as many minutes. “Submit.” the Briton demanded. “Unless you want to close out the year drooling onto my--”
The Insta-gator cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist and knotted her hands so they were pressed snug against the plank of Dare’s midriff. Grinding her teeth as the skinny bytch squeezed all the harder, Lyssa plowed forward into the Scissors until she’d regained her knees and Dare was almost stacked on her shoulders. A little more progress would’ve finished the job, but Zahn wasn’t interested in some sneaky-ass flash pin. No, she wanted to a goddamned statement, which was why she clambered to her feet and slowly, slooooowly lifted Olivia into the air!
This show of strength earned an appreciative murmur from the FAWNatics, though it’d curdled to apprehension by the time Lyssa had the hoisted the former World Champion onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. As for the woman in peril, she remained remarkably calm, Dare showing nothing but ice as she cupped one hand behind Lyssa’s head, all the better to hold her steady for a quick burst of punches aimed at her rival’s nosTHAWHAM!
Punches be damned, Lyssa went up on tiptoes and hurled her burden forward and down, the TikTok Terror just driving Olivia down full-force on the back of her head and shoulders! The emphatic slam left ‘Liv’s arms spread wide with legs folded over top in a perfect Matchbook that had Al swooping in to count…
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TWO…
Zahn let out an effortful grunt and muscled Olivia off the mat simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ to bring her back to the Powerbomb stall! No resistance from the Briton this time around, she barely managed to lace her hands around the back of Lyssa’s head before the powerful brunette set off toward the corner at a brisk pace! It wasn’t quite a run not that it mattered much in the end as Zahn’s journey still ended with Dare BWUUUNGING spine-first against the corner courtesy of a vicious Buckle Bomb!
Olivia should’ve dropped to her butt or perhaps collapsed flat on her face, she shouldn’t have stayed upright though that’s what she did by grace of her arms catching across the top rope. Lyssa observed this, nodded once, then took the Blackbird’s chin between thumb and forefinger so she could force scathing eye contact. “Think you’re a tuff bytch? Think you can out-vicious me? You’re nothNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Dare lashed out with a slap that snapped Lyssa’s head to the side and split her bottom lip in a single stroke. “Shuuuuhhh… shut your bloody mouth, would you HOOOFFFHHHH!”
Zahn stuffed a Shoulderblock into Olivia’s midsection, hooked an arm between her legs and lifted her up in a Fireman’s Carry that lasted just long enough to deposit the struggling Storm across the top ropes on a sharp diagonal. A few spiteful slaps between the shoulders kept Dare from attempting a jailbreak while Zahn created some distance with a neat back-roll that brought her to verticality near center ring. Soon as she was up, she was off, the Black Hat hurtling in to THWHUMP her left knee up into the bendy-back’s exposed tummy!
GUTSHOT @ 2:37
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK-vjh398y0
The nauseating Gutshot bounced Olivia from the frying pan to the fire, as Lyssa dipped just low enough to catch the Blackbird across her shoulders in another Fireman’s Carry. “YOU THINK THIS PIECE OF CRAP IS STILL CHAMPIONSHIP MATERIAL?” Zahn taunted the crowd as she stomped to the middle of the squared circle. “SHE’S BARELY A MEME ANYMORE!”
With that she dropped her hips, pushed up and slung Dare offa her perch to catch her across one shoulder for--’OOOOOOHHHHHHH!’
A roar of amazement from the crowd when Olivia adjusted in mid-air to come down on her feet directly in front of the startled brunette. Catching hold of Zahn’s wrist before the other wrestler could react, ‘Liv put her through an Arm Wringer, then halved the grip so she could twist Lyssa ‘round in a half circle that ended with the Pintrest Pin-Up trapped in a Front Facelock / Hammerlock combination. Unfortunately for Lyssa the arrangement didn’t last long enough for her to plot an escape, as Dare promptly threw herself backward to THWHONK the brunette’s skull into the deck with a ring-shaking DDT! Zahn rolled through to a sloppy seat, then collapsed to her back as soon as Olivia palmed a shoulder. Pressed in tight against opposing chest, Dare hooked the far leg and nodded along for the…
DAREDEVIL DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7A1iIGy3NrE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Lyssa twisted loose and rolled onto her belly, the brunette swaddling her head in both hands while one foot tapped the mat in a spasmodic beat. Olivia paid her adversary very little mind, she was quite preoccupied trying to regain her bearings and her breath following the pair of Powerbombs and that gawdawful Kneelift. Still, she was (mostly) vertical while Zahn was not and that proved motivation enough to get the Englishwoman back to boot-leather. A double handful of battle-damp hair did the same for Lyssa, though her verticality grew far more tenuous when Olivia caught hold of her left foot and lifted that leg off the mat.
“Snuuuhh… sneaky bytch.” Zahn protested. “Don’t even think about WHOAARRGGGHH!”
Olivia dipped beneath the captured limb and straightened up to drape it across her shoulders while simultaneously hooking her left arm around the Lyssa’s head in a Front Facelock. Knees bent deep, the Blackbird popped her hips and hoisted Zahn “AAAWWWHHH FAHK!”
Desperate to avoid the Quatermass Buster, Zahn flattened her right hand into a paddle and drove a stiff fingered jab into the blonde’s crotch! That wasn’t quite enough to escape the awkward position so she grabbed Dare’s waistband and YAAAAAAANKED until she obtained her freedom! Crumpling to one knee while Olivia stood knock-kneed before her, Lyssa palmed the Brit’s hips and added to her anguish with a swift Headbutt below the belt. Dare whined and collapsed atop Zahn’s right shoulder in an unquestionably awkward arrangement. But the TweetStormTrooper made the best of it by knotting her hands beneath opposing glutes so she could power to her feet.
Lumbering toward the corner on autopilot, Lyssa ultimately sat the blonde atop the turnbuckle, a choice that seemed almost merciful until she drew back and pounded a straight right hand into the juncture of Dare’s thighs. “Teach you to work my trunks you skinny bytch.” the vindictive brunette huffed. Olivia replied with nothing more than a pained whimpering so Lyssa turned her back on the blonde, then climbed to the middle strand and wearily pulled Dare onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. The FAWNatics got loud, urging the faltering Storm to fight out of the trap, alas, Olivia’s vaunted stems barely twitched when Zahn straightened up and leapt out into the void to THAWHAM her blonde into the bottom of a smoking crater courtesy an Avalanche Meme Generator!
AVALANCHE MEME GENERATOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmRwqdKCdAU
Dare bounced high and hard, the Englishwoman coming to rest facedown in a pose she occupied until Lyssa crawled over and barreled her onto her back. Arm draped heavily across the Olivia’s chest, Zahn didn’t so much pin her foe as she did collapse, the brunette hoping her near dead-weight would be enough to keep the Blackbird grounded for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Lyssa knew she should try to get up, but she’d only mustered the energy to roll onto her back when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… LYSSA ZAHN!”
Al Carpenter approached and offered the winner a hand-up only for Lyssa to decline with a middle finger. “My phone. Bring me my phone, nerd.”
The ref had no desire to play enabler for Lyssa’s snarky games, yet there was really no way he could deny her without directing more wrath at Olivia. So it was with a heavy sigh that he headed to Zahn’s corner, retrieved her phone and handed it over to the Insta-gator.
Energized by the mere presence of her favorite gadget, Lyssa swiped in her password, set the camera to selfie mode, then sidled in beside Olivia so she could slip her left arm under the beaten Brit’s head. Pressed in cheek to cheek with her foe, Lyssa tipped Olivia’s chin up ever so slightly to ensure Dare was ‘looking’ straight into the phone. “Welcome to the Wall of Shame, ‘Liv. I know it’s your first time here, but I hope to make you a regular here in the coming year!” No answer from the Storm, so Lyssa snapped off a few more shots, then rose to her full height and planted a domineering boot on Olivia’s chest.
The gaudy victory pose earned more and more vitriol from the FAWNatics not that it bothered Zahn in the slightest. She only ground down with her heel and tapped the lobe of one ear, daring all of those gutless followers and lurkers to deny one of the biggest victories of her career. Try as they might, mere noise did nothing to remove Lyssa’s foot and she was still posing atop Mt. ‘Liv when the broadcast cut to a hype video for tonight’s World Title Contest.