Post by samiamnot on Apr 6, 2020 5:08:47 GMT
(A Quick Note, I want to apologize to Emery and Crystal's handler, TheDreamer. This match should have been done and posted months ago, and that's all on me. Sorry, man. - Sam)
Over the sound system, the ever-present announcer booms, “Laaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard contest. Entering the arena first… standing at 5 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 112 pounds… from Houston, Texas…. 'THE CRIMSON DEATH', EVA MAY! “
EVA “CRIMSON DEATH” MAY:
GOING TO HELL” by THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
Getting to ringside, Eva hoists herself up and slips into the ring, stomping towards the referee, seeming to dare him to frisk her with a menacing grin. He nervously pats her down and turns away. The second he does, Eva's hand goes from her mouth to her waistband and she retreats to her corner.
EMERY COLERIDGE:
"RICH GIRL" BY GWEN STEFANI:
It had been a long time since the crowd had seen the likes of Emery Coleridge but the loud sounds of Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani begins to blast all over the system. Emery Coleridge emerges from the back with her butler Jenkins at her side. She has a wide grin on her face as she actually walks her way down to the ring wearing a baby blue robe. She extends her hand out and slaps the hands of the roaring fans, and they are actually taken back as she plays to them. She smiles as she stops at the ring and she slowly walks up the stairs and makes her way up them and eventually into the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen introducing to the ring from Greenwich Village, New York she is the Socialite Emery Coleridge!"
Emery smiles as she stands in the middle of the ring and takes off her robe revealing her matching aqua bikini bottom and top with her golden chain around her bottoms. She smiles doing a seductive dance for the likes of the crowd as she takes the microphone from the announcer.
"I know it has been a long time coming but Fawnactics I am officially back and the last time I was here I was love sick over Trixie and I had a fetish of using a wet wipe on just about everyone but in this time away I have proudly been donating a lot of my money to various charities and FAWN is in needing a cleanse!"
She smirks as she speaks some more.
"Those dirty wrestlers who wish to manipulate things for their own benefit will be cleanse and I will wet wipe the filth from them. I am here to unleash a dose of spring and summer cleaning, and tonight it starts with the likes of Eva... No offense but who wants to see Eva get cleansed tonight?!"
The crowd loudly roars with Emery chants!
EMERY!
EMERY!
EMERY!
"Sweetie they love me and that doesn't spell like a good thing for you especially in my big return match!"
The referee takes the mic and goes to hand it to a ring attendant but hears a voice clearing behind him. From her corner, Eva gives the official a “gimme” hand motion. Sighing, he hands the mic to her.
“You fucking simpletons,” Eva says with a defiant smile to the FAWNatics. There's a stunned silence as she continues. “That's all it takes to win you over? 'Gosh and golly, I know I had a problem before, but shucks, I've done given some of my daddy's money from exploiting the earth and workers to-” Eva throws up sarcastic air quotes- “'charities,' most likely run by other rich people to pad their assets.'” There's booing, for sure, but also mumbling from some attendees who are weighing this. “Another rich girl thinks she can just buy love and adoration despite her history of being batshit crazy, and you suckers bite hook, line, and sinker.”
Eva's gaze falls on Emery. “And let's talk about crazy, shall we? Admitting your problems is the first step and you calling your OCD or whatever a 'fetish' just shows everyone here you haven't even put your shoes on for the walk yet. How insulting to people who actually try. How embarrassing for you.”
The Cheshire Cat grin spreads wider on the woman once known as the Panther. “And let's talk about that Trixie thing, shall we? 'Love sick'? Sweetie, the word is 'obsessed.'” You attacked her after matches. You attacked people she fought. I bet she's all you thought about night and day.” Eva gestures to the fans. “You think these people forgot?” She points towards the entrance. “You think the wrestlers backstage saw you and magically forgot what a miserable joke your fascination on her was? You think no one's laughing at you?” Eva tilts her head to the side and gives a fake pout. “And rumor is, Trixie's got herself a girlfriend now. Does that sting? All of Daddy's vast wealth, and you can't even buy the love of white trash?” She mocks wiping away tears.
The arena is stone silent. Fawnatics are divided on how they feel, but none react.
“Well, I'm glad you're back, Emery,” Eva continues. “I mean, we all know you'll lose interest and vanish for a few months or year again, but I for one have missed you. After all, your life is my favorite comic book. You're the poor little rich girl, Bitchie Bitch.” Eva slings the mic out of the ring and gives Emery a double middle finger salute.
Emery can't help but smile as she glances back at the dark skinned woman. She stands face to face with her as she cracks her hand back and uses it to slap Eva as hard as she can against her face. Eva is taken back as the zebra quickly goes for the bell. Emery smirks as she looks at the crowd who is roaring with excitement.
"Consider that a million dollar bitch slap!" Before Emery could say anything else however Eva isn't going to let the slap go as she quickly charges at Emery and spears the socialite to the ground. She mounts herself on top of her and drives fist after fist against her face. Emery quickly covers up as she reaches up grabbing Eva by the hair and tossing her to the side.
Emery gets up and she tries to help Eva to her feet but she gets poked in the eyes as Eva begins to gain the upper hand.. Emery reaches for her eyes in pain as Eva grabs Emery's head and tucks her underneath an arm. Without hesitation she drops her down to the mat with a quick DDT.
"What's wrong?! The rich girl can't buy her way out of his beating?!"
“Come on, Eva,” the ref chides. “No eye pokes.”
“But her yanking my hair is okay?” May spits back. “Different set of rules for rich people, right?”
The official suddenly becomes self-aware and nervous. “Can we just have a clean fight, ladies?”
Eva kicks Emery onto her back and puts a foot on the socialite's throat, leaning all of her weight upon it. She looks at the referee and casually says, “Isn't 'clean,' in regards to fairness, a relative term?”
“No choking, Eva!” the referee howls.
“I mean, is It really 'clean' if only one side adhere to it? Like, am I less clean than her when she's the one who attacked me before the bell?”
“Eva!” the official howls. Under her bare foot, Emery flails and slaps the mat. Eva adjusts her foot, grinding her heel into Emery's throat.
“And what is 'fairness?'” Eva asks stoically. “If we're going to get into philosophy….” The referee begins his count and Emery lets him get to four before announcing, “FINE!” She releases the foot choke and walks down Emery's prone body like a little sidewalk before dropping to her butt, slamming her ass into Emery's bare midriff. The rich girl spasms and yelps. As Emery folds upwards, Eva drives an elbow backwards into her face.
Eva rises, drinking in the split fan reaction of boos and cheers, before turning around and grabbing Emery's right ankle. She raises the debutante’s stem while driving her own heel into Emery's crotch. “I don't know where you went,” Eva says, prepping to twist the leg with all her might, “but, Bitchy Bitch, you shoulda stayed here.”
Emery lets out a howling scream but she isn't one to go down so easily as she lifts her head up and begins to bite Eva's leg as hard as she possibly can. Eva screams louder than before and it is at that moment where Emery sits up and she drives a fist against Eva's crotch. Eva drops down to her knees as Emery crawls over to her corner as the referee yells at her.
"Miss Coleridge that isn't clean!"
Emery smiles as she snaps her fingers and Jenkins gives her a water bottle to rehydrate and he wipes the sweat from her head with a towel. "Wet wipe Jenkins" And on that note he hands her a wet tissue as she cleanses her hands.
“Sorry I should have wiped down before I struck her. Look I am still getting used to this nice girl stuff, when it's all said and done Eva will have plenty of wet wipes so she can be cleaned!"
Emery stand back up as she sees Eva crawling to the ropes to bring herself back up but Emery uses her foot to choke Eva against the ropes. Before the referee can start counting she quickly breaks it up as she lifts Eva back to her feet. She doesn't hesitate as she steps behind her wrapping her arms around the darker woman's waist and she slings her back planting her firmly and flush with a German suplex. She remains bridged for a pin fall.
ONE
T--
Eva bucks and falls to her side, too shocked to be angry. She pushes herself up to a sitting position. Emery, however, just gives a mischievous grin as she stands up. She wipes imaginary dirt from her arms, dusting herself off, clears her throat daintily, and slams a clock-cleaning kick to the back of Eva May's skull. The FAWNatics wince in empathic pain from the blow that rocks the Texans forward. Then, with a playful girlish skip, Emery moves to the front and slams another kick right between Eva's eyes. Eva flings back to the mat, curling in a ball on her side.
Emery cocks her head to the side and she bends down, hands on her knees. “That looks like it hurt,” she muses sweetly. “Don't worry. It's about to hurt a lot more.”
Eva sends a wild kick up at Emery, but the rich girl deftly grabs the leg, pulling it up to spread Eva's legs apart and expose her crotch. Fans ready themselves for an attack on Eva May's womanhood, but instead Emery drops, driving a knee into Eva's thigh. She rises, and pushes the held leg up even further into an agonizing split, before repeating the knee drive. Eva hows like a wounded wild cat.
Emery rises, pulling Eva up by the scruff of her neck. She grabs and twists Eva's left wrist and begins moving in a circle, spinning her opponent, before choosing a corner and rushing Eva into it. SLAM! Coleridge plants Eva's face into the top turnbuckle. Eva shakes the cobwebs and doesn't notice her enemy sprint to the opposite corner and rush at her until Emery is already airborn with a dropkick aimed at Eva's back.
Emery nails Eva with a dropkick that causes Eva to rest her head against the turnbuckle. Emery smiles as she stands behind the Texan and leaps over her landing on the top turnbuckle. She turns Eva around so her back is facing her and Emery looks out into the crowd before she places her knee against Eva's head as she drops down planting Eva into the mat with her knee.
"I call that my Million Dollar Face Plant... Have you had enough?!"
Emery doesn't even bother to let Emery respond as she grabs both of Eva's arm and drives Eva's head into the mat with a vicious curb stomp. She keeps on working the head as she stomps on the head some more before she lifts Eva up smirking as she slaps her as hard as she can against the face again.
"Come on... I thought you had more fight in you?! Is this your best?!"
A glint of the old evil flickers in Emery's eye as she grinds her boot into the back of Eva's head. It feels good. Maybe too good. And a little exciting. Then she hears it.
Soft sobs.
Emery stops. Is… is Eva May crying? Emery wants to take pleasure in it but she knows that's not what “good” girls are supposed to do. And, really, it's not something she expected from Eva. Emery releases Eva's arms and moves off her, angling to try to see Eva's face. The sobs start coming harder, and Eva's body is obviously heaving.
The ref bends down to check Eva. “Do we need to end the match?” he asks.
Unintelligible, muffled sobbing is the only reply.
Emery cocks her head. “Eva?” she asks. “Are you--?
“I'll… I'll be fine,” comes the muffled whimper. “I'll be fine. Or, at least--” Eva springs up and slams a pelvic quaking uppercut between Emery's thighs, right into her sex. The thin material of her blue bikini bottoms doesn't even come close to cushioning the blow. Emery feels sparks shoot up her body and she gasps for air. Clutching herself, she falls to her knees. Eva rises, smirking. “I'm doing better than you,” the Red Death growls.
“What did I say about clean?!” the ref fumbles.
“Oh, good question,” Eva says, looking back at Emery. “You did wash your snatch after you let Trixie play with it, right?” Her eyes burned with cruel mocking. “Or was the memory too much and you just couldn't bear to lose her trashy stench?” Eva allows no time for an answer as her bare foot slams into Emery's throat. The rich girls falls back, sputtering.
Eva was stronger than she expected.
Eva does a handstand before bringing a knee down between Emery's breasts, pounding her sternum. As Coleridge silently suffers and chokes for air, Eva again rises and pulls her to the corner. The Red Death scales the post to the top turnbuckle, smiles down, and leaps, spreading out her body for a splash and pin.
Emery was having a hard time breathing and it wasn’t long before Eva crashed down on top of Emery. Eva remains on top of Emery as the referee sees the pin.
One…
Two…
Emery is able to get a shoulder up at the very last second. Eva gets up upset as she stands up to argue with the referee.
“What do you mean two?! The bitch was out!”
“She got the shoulder up!”
Eva moves her leg behind her as she delivers a cheap stomp right against Emery’s sex. Emery screams as she rolls onto her stomach trying her best to cover up. Eva however smiles as the referee seems suspicious about what just happened. She drags Emery up to her feet just to send her back down with a spinebuster. Emery’s back hits the mat with a loud thud as Eva drags Emery to the corner. She doesn’t waste any time sliding outside of the ring. She grabs both of Emery’s legs and pulls her crotch first against the corner ring post. Emery screams even louder as Eva smiles taking in all of the boos and jeers.
“What I am doing all of you a favor. You think she really cares about any of you?!”
The FAWNatics are hardly convinced. Eva rolls around the mat, mewling pitifully as her hand slides into her bottoms to comfort her sore labia. Eva slides into the ring and purrs into her ear. “Playing with yourself already? But we're not even to the fun part yet.”
Panicked at his mistress's agony, Jenkins runs to the corner and cranes his head into the ring. “Mistress, are you all right? What can I do for you?” It is a breech in his usual resigned demeanor but seeing his charge in agony is almost too much for him, and fatherly concern abounds.
Eva seizes this opportunity, standing up and shrieking while she gestures at the butler. “He's interfering!” She looks at the referee. “He's practically in the ring and I think he handed her something! Are you going to allow that?!”
It turns out, the referee isn't. FAWN encourages referees to, up to a point, allow some hijinks amongst wrestlers. It's good for business. The fans don't want a strict referee in a fight. But when it comes to outside interference of the male variety – even if it's merely perceived – the officials are to come down like a ton of bricks.
“Step away from Emery!” the referee demands in a drill sergeant tone. “Hold up your hands! I wanna see what you were giving her!”
“I did nothing of the sort--” Jenkins protests but the official is out of the ring and backing him up, reading him a riot act and patting him down. If this had been the servant of another wrestler – say a Sammie Sinclair or Shea London, the referee might not go as hard. But Emery, despite her intentions of turning good, has a history and no zebra's going to ignore the possibility.
For Eva, it's exactly what she wants. A ring with no rules – just her and Emery.
Eva May snatches the gold strand of charms around Emery's waists and loops it around her throat before tightening. She rips Emery to her feet, delivering a series of rapid knee lifts to double Coleridge over and drive the rest of the air from her. Emery's face begins to turn purple as she gapes. Eva pulls her up to her wobbly feet and looks her dead in the eyes.
“Your my little bitch while you're in this ring,” she hisses. Licking her lips, she adds, “And maybe afterward. A real woman would do you good.” Keeping the gold strand of charms tight, Eva turns and yanks Emery forward in a choking snapmare.
Emery’s hands flay as she tries her best to break free. The referee finally turns his attention and notices the illegal choke. “Eva I told you to keep it clean!” Eva lets go of the object as the referee grabs the charm and goes to discard it giving Eva alone time with Emery again. Eva uses this moment to apply a vicious crotch claw which has Emery screaming. She let’s off a piercing howl. “Get off of me you crazy bitch!”
The referee finally turns back to Eva but the Texan is the one making the rules now. Emery however isn’t going to go down even as the referee questions her. “Do you give up?”
“Never, especially to her!” Emery uses all of her strength to grab the hand away from her crotch. She manages to gain some breathing room. The newly turned baby face can’t help herself as she uses s free hand and pokes Eva right in the eye!”
“EMERY fight clean! “
“Piss off! I will wipe her down with a wet wipe when I am done!” In anger Emery slowly stands up as Eva reaches for her eyes. Emery sends a vicious kick right between Eva’s legs which causes the Texan to drop down to the floor in pain. Emery backs away and sends a vicious Yakuza kick right to the face of Eva which sends her to the mat.
The referee looks at both women. “You know what just do whatever you want, I won’t stop either of you!”
“Oh is that so?!” Emery smirks in return as she spreads Eva’s legs open and delivers stomp after stomp on her crotch. “Ewwww something smells like fish. It is hard to keep things clean when this bitch doesn’t use vagisil but don’t worry Zebra I will shorten your work day in just a bit”
Another stomp lands between Eva's legs, rocking her with agony. It's her turn to clutch herself protectively. Emery has lost interest in the Red Death's womanhood and instead reaches down and grabs Eva with a double breast claw. She digs her nails into Eva's mounds and twists, pulling her up to her feet. No sooner is May up than Emery slams a headbutt into the woman's face. The crack sound is sickening and the force sends Eva back. Emery's nails scratch and shred Eva's tits as she flings from grasp.
Emery cradles her own forehead. Maybe that wasn't the best idea, she thinks, but looking up and seeing her prey wobbling makes it worth it.
Eva stumbles around a bit, turning to face Emery just in time to catch a boot to her jaw.
YAKUZA KICK:
The Houstonian slams to the mat and rolls towards the ropes. On her back, she grabs onto the bottom cable almost instinctively. If she things this will saver her, though, Eva is sorely mistaken. Emery launches up to the ropes, grabbing the top rope and dropping with both knees straight into Eva's chest. The entire ring shakes from impact and Eva howls in agony.
Emery sneers down at her, hauls back, and gives her another brutal bitch slap. Then she looks at the closest ringpost. Remembering how Eva introduced her crotch to it earlier, Emery shoots the downed fighter a wicked smile.
Emery grins as she slides outside of the ring but instead of pulling Eva’s crotch against the post she smashes Eva’s right leg against the post over and over again. She slowly slides back into the ring as she looks at Eva smirking as the crowd seems behind Emery.
Emery!
Emery!
Emery!
“They love me sweetie so let’s wrap this up shall we?!”
Eva is slow to stir but she tries her best to get up. Her right leg gives out on her as she falls back down to the ground. Emery could be mean and continue working the leg but instead she plans to set up for her bitch nap as she yanks Eva up by the hair. She tucks her underneath an arm as she lifts her up into the air signaling for a quick brain buster. Eva however counters managing to drive her knee into Emery’s skull. Emery breaks the hold as Eva falls on top of her for a pin.
One...
Two...
Emery is able to get a shoulder up as she rolls to her side. Eva tries to get up but is having a hard time standing as she is still favoring her leg.
Eva pulls herself to the ropes and uses the cables to get to her wobbly feet. She gingerly places some wait on the wounded leg. It's numb, but nothing a bit of rest won't heal up. In the meantime, though, it'll be something she has to work around.
Emery, however, is still on her back, cradling her skull. Eva returns the smile. She didn't get the pin but she knows she's close. She moves towards the downed rich girl, stumbling slightly but catching herself. Eva makes a mental note, you can't go as fast as you want. She reaches down and grabs a handful of Emery's locks and pulls her to her feet. Emery seems still dazed from the kick and Eva's next move doesn't help.
KRACK!
Eva backhands Emery, shooting her face to the side. The sound of the slap fills the arena. Emery blinks momentarily, almost coming to, when a forward slap catches her other cheek, spinning her face to the other side.
KRACK!
Emery slowly looks back at Eva May, incensed, slams an open palm back against Eva's cheek. The crack sound is just as loud. Eva takes the impact and smiles. She raises her off-hand for another slap and Emery braces for the impact defiantly, ready to show Eva and the fans what she can take. But the slap doesn't come. Instead, Eva jabs the pointer and middle finger of her other hand into Emery's eyes. Coleridge yelps and grabs at the orbs, to which the Texan sends a kick with her weaker leg towards Emery's gut.
Emery however is able to catch the weaker leg of Eva as she smirks at her and without hesitation she sends one of her free legs right against May's crotch forcing the Texan to fall right down to the mat. The striped clad zebra looks at Emery in horror as she smiles in return.
"What?! I am new to this whole fighting clean thing... It's going to take some time!"
With that Emery doesn't waste any time as she begins to drive her foot against Eva's breasts. She drives stomp after stomp as the crowd roars with every single one. Emery smiles as she points at the top rope and everyone cheers back loudly and excitedly. She ascends to the very top rope as she looks down at her fallen foe and without hesitation she leaps off as she lands with a double foot stomp right on top of Eva's breasts. The Texan howls a piercing scream that can be heard throughout the arena. Emery stands tall with a smile but it is at that moment that Crystal Hilton runs down to the ring. She pounds on the mat trying to rally Eva to get up.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
Emery seems befuddled as she looks at Crystal who says something at Emery.
“Deja a mi novia sola"
"In English please..."
Crystal snickers "Leave my girlfriend alone..."
Emery grins as she shakes her head as she quickly bounces off of the ropes but Crystal reaches her hand inside as she trips the New York socialite. Emery rises up as the referee is still checking on Eva, and she quickly planchas over the ropes landing on Crystal on the outside.
Crystal collapses under Emery's frame as if she was made of egg shells and tissue. Eva side-glances out the corner of the ring, just beyond the ref's vision and attention, and glowers. Crystal was supposed to help. Getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter was the opposite of helping. Frankly, Eva had a good mind to let Crystal get pounded into paste to teach her a lesson. But, like it or not, Eva enjoyed the various things Crystal did to her with her mouth and they'd be a lot harder to do with swollen lips and missing teeth.
Eva rose wearily, adjusting her barely there top to put the girls back in the places Emery's feet knocked them from, and threw herself into the rope furthest from Emery, bounding off it into a slide across the ring and under the cable, aimed at the rich bitch mauling her girlfriend's hot body. She was like a guided missile, her feet aimed at Emery's head.
Unfortunately, Emery was not so into pulping Crystal that her attention diverted completely from May and instead of taking the blow, spun Crystal around to meet Eva's bare feet. The Crimson Death slammed into the long-time FAWN loser, knocking her boo out cold.
Eva stumbles to her feet, staring in horror at what she'd done to Crystal.
“Oh, goodness,” she hears Emery coo behind her. “You're going to have to really apologize for that. Might I recommend flowers?”
Eva spins around to lunch at Emery but she's merely met by a boot to the face as the Socialite obliterates her with sweet chin music.
SWEET CHIN MUSIC:
Eva's eyes roll up into her head as she drops to her knees and folds backwards.
Emery smiles as both women were laid out at her feet. Emery looks at the roaring crowd as she moved her attention back to her opponent and her girlfriend. She lifts them both up as they seem to be out of it. The crowd continues to cheer Emery on and she smirks as she grins at the two dazed caramel skinned beauties. Without hesitation she grabs them both and delivers a very massive double Coleridge Cutter at the same time. The crowd begins to go crazy as they cheer for Emery over and over.
Emery rises up to her feet as she glares at her two unconscious opponents. She drops down to the ground as she whispers to the both of them.
"I think playtime is over and it's about time I spend a very special message to my future girlfriend..."
Emery heaves Eva's limp body up and slings her into the ring like a sack of flour. She reaches down and hauls Crystal up and does the same, much to the delight of the fans and consternation of the official.
“This is a match between you and Eva,” the ref bellows, shaking his finger.
Emery whirls, red-faced. “Right, it is. And while you were checking on the low-rent cartoon villain her fucktoy was reaching in the ring and grabbing at my perfect legs. Crystal involved herself in this, not me.” Coleridge chest-bumps the ref, glaring up at him. “She wanted a match, she gets a finish.”
The official weighs this. He hadn't seen it but he knows, damn well, it's likely true. He's familiar with both Eva and Crystal. Throwing his hands up, the official relents. “Fine. Just end this.”
Emery shoots a sickeningly sweet smile. “Why, sir, that's exactly what I plan to do.” She returns to the two downed women, dragging them to the center of the ring. She admires their limp forms as she addresses them. “You two make a cute couple. I mean, as cute as you two could dream of being. You're not me and Trixie,” Coleridge snorts, fluffing her hair. “But I guess even ugly people should be afforded love in this damaged world.”
Laying Crystal flat on her back, Emery then picks up and lays Eva atop her, putting the lovers face to face. Both women slowly stir, their eyes fluttering, but little other movement is achieved.
Emery drops to her perfect butt, sitting with the women's heads next to her crotch. Grabbing their hair, Emery pulls their heads up and sinches her legs around both of their necks to lock on a tight scissor hold. Clarity starts to slowly sink into both women's faces but their bodies are too weak to truly fight back. It is a variation of Emery's Bitch Nap, but instead of smothering either's mouth and nose with her hand she instead wraps her arms around their heads. Eva and Crystal sluggishly struggle as the Rich Bitch uses the hug around their heads to make them smother each other out with their own faces.
“Now, kissssssssss,” Emery hisses in a voice that rings with some of her old vicious insanity. Her eyes glint with hate for the two women who dared to oppose her.
And the fans go bonkers for it.
The ref drops to check for submission or count out. What he sees is two frail hands paw sadly at the canvas before giving what he realizes are broken taps of submission. He turns to the timekeeper and motions. The bell rings.
“Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – EMERY COLERIDGE!”
Emery smiles as she stands up. She was proud of herself. Despite having a very rough start to her Fawn career things were starting to turn around. The fans roared with excitement as Emery blew kisses to the crowd. She really wanted to be a good girl yet seeing the broken forms of Crystal and Eva made something snap within her head. She yanked Eva off of Crystal as both of the women laid broken and beaten on their backs.
Emery cracked a wide grin as she pulled her togs down and glared down at Eva. "So you really thought you were going to cheat to win?! I really wanted to play by the rules show everyone I am not the mean nasty Emery that was here years ago but you aren't making this easy for me." She slowly turns her attention to Crystal. "I am going to show you how you should properly be satisfied by your woman. Pay attention and take notes." She slowly turns her attention to Jenkins.
"You might want to get a wet nap ready. This might be a tad messy..." With that Emery lowers herself over Eva's head and she begins to grind herself against her. The crowd roars with excitement.
Feeling Eva's lips against her womanhood Emery has to bite back an excited moan. The truth is, the last time… the only time Emery had been intimate with someone, it was with Trixie in her debut match. Trixie had her way with Emery that night. And since then, well… Emery has been saving herself for Decker. But that was years ago.
And that's a long time to wait.
Emery does her best to pace herself, shifting her weight around so as now to smother Eva but to keep her pat. She swivels her hips to face towards Eva's crotch, enjoying the sensation of hot breath on her sex. Emery's hands glide down Eva's body and into her top where they seek out her dark nipples. She caresses them gently, massaging and lightly pinching them until they stand to attention. Then, Emery rips Eva's top straight down the middle. Her own hips rocking as she rides Eva's excited face, Emery leans down and begins to lick and kiss Eva's breasts.
Laying on her side, taking it all in, Crystal is torn. She hates Emery a lot and desperately wants to break the bitch's neck. But, the rich girl is also damn fine and there's something pleasing about the display. As she heads Eva emit a gentle moan from beneath Emery, Crystal makes up her mind. We can always jump Emery afterward, she tells herself as one of her hands dips into her skirt to find her own womanhood to stroke.
For Emery, though, this is all different… wrong. Her body aches for release long overdue and Eva May feels nice – the fact the beaten woman is now obliging with her tongue isn't hurting matters. But even then something feels off. Emery reaches down to Eva's bottoms, again ripping them down the middle to expose the Texan to all. She can see the wetness waiting there. Emery's hands glide up and two fingers sink into Eva.
The moan beneath her is louder now. Eva's body gyrates and her tongue becomes more active. Emery's body hurts even more but something still isn't right.
She plays with Eva for a bit longer, enjoying how the Crimson Plague's body repeatedly tenses and whimpers. The wet sounds of her fingers slipping in and out have the FAWNatics losing their minds. This is one of the most Old FAWN matches they've seen in a while. But Eva can barely force a smile.
The socialite withdraws her fingers and instead grabs Eva's hips, pulling her crotch to her own face. Eva gasps as Emery slides her mouth against the welcoming, glistening treasure, licking it eagerly. Emery closes her eyes, trying to clear her head. Trying to enjoy this mutual satisfaction.
She envisions a body beneath her. A pale body, white as ivory. Slight like hers, but toned. A pubic mound is adorned with well groomed hair, trimmed to look like a broken heart. Emery smiles. She's seen that before – in pictures online and up close in the ring. She can practically smell Trixie's skin, feel her soft flesh rubbing against hers. She can practically hear Trixie's giggle, feel her writing. It makes Emery excited and hungry. She moves faster and harder, desperate to pleasure her goth love. Her tongue dives in deeper and deeper. Fingers assist, searching out sensitive areas to please.
Emery feels the body beneath her stiffen, hears her cry out. Emery feels her own face become wet and slick, but she continues to ride. It feels good. It feels overdue. She pictures Trixie's smiling face peering up from her lap, kissing her where only Trixie's been, as the rich girl grinds harder and harder until….
Emery throws her head back as she releases. She feels a burst of damp between her thighs as she screams out, “YES! YES, TRIXIE, YES!” Her body convulses and Colerdige collapses, mewling happily, her body flushing.
The arena seems to go completely quiet. Then, beneath her crotch, Emery hears a muffled, “Did you call me 'Trixie'?”
Emery sits up, suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings and what she just did.
“Maaaaaan,” Crystal moans with frustration, pulling her hand from her skirt. “I was almost there, too. Calling a woman by the wrong woman's name?” Crystal shakes her head. “Sweetie, you gotta work on your game.”
Emery rises up as she is blushing. The fans seem to all love it as they just cheer on their new found hero. She stands up tasting her fingers as glances over at her butler. “How was it Miss Emery?!” Emery could only sigh in return. “You might want to get Miss Eva a wet nap Jenkins. As far as a taste it was okay but nothing like my Trixie.” Emery grabs Crystal by the hair and smashes her head against Eva’s sacred area. “You can finish your own bitch. I think I am done here.” Emery smiles as she places her foot against Crystal’s head smashing her head further against Eva’s crotch. Emery walks out smiling at Eva’s glistening face. Despite everything it felt good. She enjoyed this and would do whatever it took to make Trixie her own.
Over the sound system, the ever-present announcer booms, “Laaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard contest. Entering the arena first… standing at 5 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 112 pounds… from Houston, Texas…. 'THE CRIMSON DEATH', EVA MAY! “
EVA “CRIMSON DEATH” MAY:
GOING TO HELL” by THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
Getting to ringside, Eva hoists herself up and slips into the ring, stomping towards the referee, seeming to dare him to frisk her with a menacing grin. He nervously pats her down and turns away. The second he does, Eva's hand goes from her mouth to her waistband and she retreats to her corner.
EMERY COLERIDGE:
"RICH GIRL" BY GWEN STEFANI:
It had been a long time since the crowd had seen the likes of Emery Coleridge but the loud sounds of Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani begins to blast all over the system. Emery Coleridge emerges from the back with her butler Jenkins at her side. She has a wide grin on her face as she actually walks her way down to the ring wearing a baby blue robe. She extends her hand out and slaps the hands of the roaring fans, and they are actually taken back as she plays to them. She smiles as she stops at the ring and she slowly walks up the stairs and makes her way up them and eventually into the ring.
"Ladies and gentlemen introducing to the ring from Greenwich Village, New York she is the Socialite Emery Coleridge!"
Emery smiles as she stands in the middle of the ring and takes off her robe revealing her matching aqua bikini bottom and top with her golden chain around her bottoms. She smiles doing a seductive dance for the likes of the crowd as she takes the microphone from the announcer.
"I know it has been a long time coming but Fawnactics I am officially back and the last time I was here I was love sick over Trixie and I had a fetish of using a wet wipe on just about everyone but in this time away I have proudly been donating a lot of my money to various charities and FAWN is in needing a cleanse!"
She smirks as she speaks some more.
"Those dirty wrestlers who wish to manipulate things for their own benefit will be cleanse and I will wet wipe the filth from them. I am here to unleash a dose of spring and summer cleaning, and tonight it starts with the likes of Eva... No offense but who wants to see Eva get cleansed tonight?!"
The crowd loudly roars with Emery chants!
EMERY!
EMERY!
EMERY!
"Sweetie they love me and that doesn't spell like a good thing for you especially in my big return match!"
The referee takes the mic and goes to hand it to a ring attendant but hears a voice clearing behind him. From her corner, Eva gives the official a “gimme” hand motion. Sighing, he hands the mic to her.
“You fucking simpletons,” Eva says with a defiant smile to the FAWNatics. There's a stunned silence as she continues. “That's all it takes to win you over? 'Gosh and golly, I know I had a problem before, but shucks, I've done given some of my daddy's money from exploiting the earth and workers to-” Eva throws up sarcastic air quotes- “'charities,' most likely run by other rich people to pad their assets.'” There's booing, for sure, but also mumbling from some attendees who are weighing this. “Another rich girl thinks she can just buy love and adoration despite her history of being batshit crazy, and you suckers bite hook, line, and sinker.”
Eva's gaze falls on Emery. “And let's talk about crazy, shall we? Admitting your problems is the first step and you calling your OCD or whatever a 'fetish' just shows everyone here you haven't even put your shoes on for the walk yet. How insulting to people who actually try. How embarrassing for you.”
The Cheshire Cat grin spreads wider on the woman once known as the Panther. “And let's talk about that Trixie thing, shall we? 'Love sick'? Sweetie, the word is 'obsessed.'” You attacked her after matches. You attacked people she fought. I bet she's all you thought about night and day.” Eva gestures to the fans. “You think these people forgot?” She points towards the entrance. “You think the wrestlers backstage saw you and magically forgot what a miserable joke your fascination on her was? You think no one's laughing at you?” Eva tilts her head to the side and gives a fake pout. “And rumor is, Trixie's got herself a girlfriend now. Does that sting? All of Daddy's vast wealth, and you can't even buy the love of white trash?” She mocks wiping away tears.
The arena is stone silent. Fawnatics are divided on how they feel, but none react.
“Well, I'm glad you're back, Emery,” Eva continues. “I mean, we all know you'll lose interest and vanish for a few months or year again, but I for one have missed you. After all, your life is my favorite comic book. You're the poor little rich girl, Bitchie Bitch.” Eva slings the mic out of the ring and gives Emery a double middle finger salute.
Emery can't help but smile as she glances back at the dark skinned woman. She stands face to face with her as she cracks her hand back and uses it to slap Eva as hard as she can against her face. Eva is taken back as the zebra quickly goes for the bell. Emery smirks as she looks at the crowd who is roaring with excitement.
"Consider that a million dollar bitch slap!" Before Emery could say anything else however Eva isn't going to let the slap go as she quickly charges at Emery and spears the socialite to the ground. She mounts herself on top of her and drives fist after fist against her face. Emery quickly covers up as she reaches up grabbing Eva by the hair and tossing her to the side.
Emery gets up and she tries to help Eva to her feet but she gets poked in the eyes as Eva begins to gain the upper hand.. Emery reaches for her eyes in pain as Eva grabs Emery's head and tucks her underneath an arm. Without hesitation she drops her down to the mat with a quick DDT.
"What's wrong?! The rich girl can't buy her way out of his beating?!"
“Come on, Eva,” the ref chides. “No eye pokes.”
“But her yanking my hair is okay?” May spits back. “Different set of rules for rich people, right?”
The official suddenly becomes self-aware and nervous. “Can we just have a clean fight, ladies?”
Eva kicks Emery onto her back and puts a foot on the socialite's throat, leaning all of her weight upon it. She looks at the referee and casually says, “Isn't 'clean,' in regards to fairness, a relative term?”
“No choking, Eva!” the referee howls.
“I mean, is It really 'clean' if only one side adhere to it? Like, am I less clean than her when she's the one who attacked me before the bell?”
“Eva!” the official howls. Under her bare foot, Emery flails and slaps the mat. Eva adjusts her foot, grinding her heel into Emery's throat.
“And what is 'fairness?'” Eva asks stoically. “If we're going to get into philosophy….” The referee begins his count and Emery lets him get to four before announcing, “FINE!” She releases the foot choke and walks down Emery's prone body like a little sidewalk before dropping to her butt, slamming her ass into Emery's bare midriff. The rich girl spasms and yelps. As Emery folds upwards, Eva drives an elbow backwards into her face.
Eva rises, drinking in the split fan reaction of boos and cheers, before turning around and grabbing Emery's right ankle. She raises the debutante’s stem while driving her own heel into Emery's crotch. “I don't know where you went,” Eva says, prepping to twist the leg with all her might, “but, Bitchy Bitch, you shoulda stayed here.”
Emery lets out a howling scream but she isn't one to go down so easily as she lifts her head up and begins to bite Eva's leg as hard as she possibly can. Eva screams louder than before and it is at that moment where Emery sits up and she drives a fist against Eva's crotch. Eva drops down to her knees as Emery crawls over to her corner as the referee yells at her.
"Miss Coleridge that isn't clean!"
Emery smiles as she snaps her fingers and Jenkins gives her a water bottle to rehydrate and he wipes the sweat from her head with a towel. "Wet wipe Jenkins" And on that note he hands her a wet tissue as she cleanses her hands.
“Sorry I should have wiped down before I struck her. Look I am still getting used to this nice girl stuff, when it's all said and done Eva will have plenty of wet wipes so she can be cleaned!"
Emery stand back up as she sees Eva crawling to the ropes to bring herself back up but Emery uses her foot to choke Eva against the ropes. Before the referee can start counting she quickly breaks it up as she lifts Eva back to her feet. She doesn't hesitate as she steps behind her wrapping her arms around the darker woman's waist and she slings her back planting her firmly and flush with a German suplex. She remains bridged for a pin fall.
ONE
T--
Eva bucks and falls to her side, too shocked to be angry. She pushes herself up to a sitting position. Emery, however, just gives a mischievous grin as she stands up. She wipes imaginary dirt from her arms, dusting herself off, clears her throat daintily, and slams a clock-cleaning kick to the back of Eva May's skull. The FAWNatics wince in empathic pain from the blow that rocks the Texans forward. Then, with a playful girlish skip, Emery moves to the front and slams another kick right between Eva's eyes. Eva flings back to the mat, curling in a ball on her side.
Emery cocks her head to the side and she bends down, hands on her knees. “That looks like it hurt,” she muses sweetly. “Don't worry. It's about to hurt a lot more.”
Eva sends a wild kick up at Emery, but the rich girl deftly grabs the leg, pulling it up to spread Eva's legs apart and expose her crotch. Fans ready themselves for an attack on Eva May's womanhood, but instead Emery drops, driving a knee into Eva's thigh. She rises, and pushes the held leg up even further into an agonizing split, before repeating the knee drive. Eva hows like a wounded wild cat.
Emery rises, pulling Eva up by the scruff of her neck. She grabs and twists Eva's left wrist and begins moving in a circle, spinning her opponent, before choosing a corner and rushing Eva into it. SLAM! Coleridge plants Eva's face into the top turnbuckle. Eva shakes the cobwebs and doesn't notice her enemy sprint to the opposite corner and rush at her until Emery is already airborn with a dropkick aimed at Eva's back.
Emery nails Eva with a dropkick that causes Eva to rest her head against the turnbuckle. Emery smiles as she stands behind the Texan and leaps over her landing on the top turnbuckle. She turns Eva around so her back is facing her and Emery looks out into the crowd before she places her knee against Eva's head as she drops down planting Eva into the mat with her knee.
"I call that my Million Dollar Face Plant... Have you had enough?!"
Emery doesn't even bother to let Emery respond as she grabs both of Eva's arm and drives Eva's head into the mat with a vicious curb stomp. She keeps on working the head as she stomps on the head some more before she lifts Eva up smirking as she slaps her as hard as she can against the face again.
"Come on... I thought you had more fight in you?! Is this your best?!"
A glint of the old evil flickers in Emery's eye as she grinds her boot into the back of Eva's head. It feels good. Maybe too good. And a little exciting. Then she hears it.
Soft sobs.
Emery stops. Is… is Eva May crying? Emery wants to take pleasure in it but she knows that's not what “good” girls are supposed to do. And, really, it's not something she expected from Eva. Emery releases Eva's arms and moves off her, angling to try to see Eva's face. The sobs start coming harder, and Eva's body is obviously heaving.
The ref bends down to check Eva. “Do we need to end the match?” he asks.
Unintelligible, muffled sobbing is the only reply.
Emery cocks her head. “Eva?” she asks. “Are you--?
“I'll… I'll be fine,” comes the muffled whimper. “I'll be fine. Or, at least--” Eva springs up and slams a pelvic quaking uppercut between Emery's thighs, right into her sex. The thin material of her blue bikini bottoms doesn't even come close to cushioning the blow. Emery feels sparks shoot up her body and she gasps for air. Clutching herself, she falls to her knees. Eva rises, smirking. “I'm doing better than you,” the Red Death growls.
“What did I say about clean?!” the ref fumbles.
“Oh, good question,” Eva says, looking back at Emery. “You did wash your snatch after you let Trixie play with it, right?” Her eyes burned with cruel mocking. “Or was the memory too much and you just couldn't bear to lose her trashy stench?” Eva allows no time for an answer as her bare foot slams into Emery's throat. The rich girls falls back, sputtering.
Eva was stronger than she expected.
Eva does a handstand before bringing a knee down between Emery's breasts, pounding her sternum. As Coleridge silently suffers and chokes for air, Eva again rises and pulls her to the corner. The Red Death scales the post to the top turnbuckle, smiles down, and leaps, spreading out her body for a splash and pin.
Emery was having a hard time breathing and it wasn’t long before Eva crashed down on top of Emery. Eva remains on top of Emery as the referee sees the pin.
One…
Two…
Emery is able to get a shoulder up at the very last second. Eva gets up upset as she stands up to argue with the referee.
“What do you mean two?! The bitch was out!”
“She got the shoulder up!”
Eva moves her leg behind her as she delivers a cheap stomp right against Emery’s sex. Emery screams as she rolls onto her stomach trying her best to cover up. Eva however smiles as the referee seems suspicious about what just happened. She drags Emery up to her feet just to send her back down with a spinebuster. Emery’s back hits the mat with a loud thud as Eva drags Emery to the corner. She doesn’t waste any time sliding outside of the ring. She grabs both of Emery’s legs and pulls her crotch first against the corner ring post. Emery screams even louder as Eva smiles taking in all of the boos and jeers.
“What I am doing all of you a favor. You think she really cares about any of you?!”
The FAWNatics are hardly convinced. Eva rolls around the mat, mewling pitifully as her hand slides into her bottoms to comfort her sore labia. Eva slides into the ring and purrs into her ear. “Playing with yourself already? But we're not even to the fun part yet.”
Panicked at his mistress's agony, Jenkins runs to the corner and cranes his head into the ring. “Mistress, are you all right? What can I do for you?” It is a breech in his usual resigned demeanor but seeing his charge in agony is almost too much for him, and fatherly concern abounds.
Eva seizes this opportunity, standing up and shrieking while she gestures at the butler. “He's interfering!” She looks at the referee. “He's practically in the ring and I think he handed her something! Are you going to allow that?!”
It turns out, the referee isn't. FAWN encourages referees to, up to a point, allow some hijinks amongst wrestlers. It's good for business. The fans don't want a strict referee in a fight. But when it comes to outside interference of the male variety – even if it's merely perceived – the officials are to come down like a ton of bricks.
“Step away from Emery!” the referee demands in a drill sergeant tone. “Hold up your hands! I wanna see what you were giving her!”
“I did nothing of the sort--” Jenkins protests but the official is out of the ring and backing him up, reading him a riot act and patting him down. If this had been the servant of another wrestler – say a Sammie Sinclair or Shea London, the referee might not go as hard. But Emery, despite her intentions of turning good, has a history and no zebra's going to ignore the possibility.
For Eva, it's exactly what she wants. A ring with no rules – just her and Emery.
Eva May snatches the gold strand of charms around Emery's waists and loops it around her throat before tightening. She rips Emery to her feet, delivering a series of rapid knee lifts to double Coleridge over and drive the rest of the air from her. Emery's face begins to turn purple as she gapes. Eva pulls her up to her wobbly feet and looks her dead in the eyes.
“Your my little bitch while you're in this ring,” she hisses. Licking her lips, she adds, “And maybe afterward. A real woman would do you good.” Keeping the gold strand of charms tight, Eva turns and yanks Emery forward in a choking snapmare.
Emery’s hands flay as she tries her best to break free. The referee finally turns his attention and notices the illegal choke. “Eva I told you to keep it clean!” Eva lets go of the object as the referee grabs the charm and goes to discard it giving Eva alone time with Emery again. Eva uses this moment to apply a vicious crotch claw which has Emery screaming. She let’s off a piercing howl. “Get off of me you crazy bitch!”
The referee finally turns back to Eva but the Texan is the one making the rules now. Emery however isn’t going to go down even as the referee questions her. “Do you give up?”
“Never, especially to her!” Emery uses all of her strength to grab the hand away from her crotch. She manages to gain some breathing room. The newly turned baby face can’t help herself as she uses s free hand and pokes Eva right in the eye!”
“EMERY fight clean! “
“Piss off! I will wipe her down with a wet wipe when I am done!” In anger Emery slowly stands up as Eva reaches for her eyes. Emery sends a vicious kick right between Eva’s legs which causes the Texan to drop down to the floor in pain. Emery backs away and sends a vicious Yakuza kick right to the face of Eva which sends her to the mat.
The referee looks at both women. “You know what just do whatever you want, I won’t stop either of you!”
“Oh is that so?!” Emery smirks in return as she spreads Eva’s legs open and delivers stomp after stomp on her crotch. “Ewwww something smells like fish. It is hard to keep things clean when this bitch doesn’t use vagisil but don’t worry Zebra I will shorten your work day in just a bit”
Another stomp lands between Eva's legs, rocking her with agony. It's her turn to clutch herself protectively. Emery has lost interest in the Red Death's womanhood and instead reaches down and grabs Eva with a double breast claw. She digs her nails into Eva's mounds and twists, pulling her up to her feet. No sooner is May up than Emery slams a headbutt into the woman's face. The crack sound is sickening and the force sends Eva back. Emery's nails scratch and shred Eva's tits as she flings from grasp.
Emery cradles her own forehead. Maybe that wasn't the best idea, she thinks, but looking up and seeing her prey wobbling makes it worth it.
Eva stumbles around a bit, turning to face Emery just in time to catch a boot to her jaw.
YAKUZA KICK:
The Houstonian slams to the mat and rolls towards the ropes. On her back, she grabs onto the bottom cable almost instinctively. If she things this will saver her, though, Eva is sorely mistaken. Emery launches up to the ropes, grabbing the top rope and dropping with both knees straight into Eva's chest. The entire ring shakes from impact and Eva howls in agony.
Emery sneers down at her, hauls back, and gives her another brutal bitch slap. Then she looks at the closest ringpost. Remembering how Eva introduced her crotch to it earlier, Emery shoots the downed fighter a wicked smile.
Emery grins as she slides outside of the ring but instead of pulling Eva’s crotch against the post she smashes Eva’s right leg against the post over and over again. She slowly slides back into the ring as she looks at Eva smirking as the crowd seems behind Emery.
Emery!
Emery!
Emery!
“They love me sweetie so let’s wrap this up shall we?!”
Eva is slow to stir but she tries her best to get up. Her right leg gives out on her as she falls back down to the ground. Emery could be mean and continue working the leg but instead she plans to set up for her bitch nap as she yanks Eva up by the hair. She tucks her underneath an arm as she lifts her up into the air signaling for a quick brain buster. Eva however counters managing to drive her knee into Emery’s skull. Emery breaks the hold as Eva falls on top of her for a pin.
One...
Two...
Emery is able to get a shoulder up as she rolls to her side. Eva tries to get up but is having a hard time standing as she is still favoring her leg.
Eva pulls herself to the ropes and uses the cables to get to her wobbly feet. She gingerly places some wait on the wounded leg. It's numb, but nothing a bit of rest won't heal up. In the meantime, though, it'll be something she has to work around.
Emery, however, is still on her back, cradling her skull. Eva returns the smile. She didn't get the pin but she knows she's close. She moves towards the downed rich girl, stumbling slightly but catching herself. Eva makes a mental note, you can't go as fast as you want. She reaches down and grabs a handful of Emery's locks and pulls her to her feet. Emery seems still dazed from the kick and Eva's next move doesn't help.
KRACK!
Eva backhands Emery, shooting her face to the side. The sound of the slap fills the arena. Emery blinks momentarily, almost coming to, when a forward slap catches her other cheek, spinning her face to the other side.
KRACK!
Emery slowly looks back at Eva May, incensed, slams an open palm back against Eva's cheek. The crack sound is just as loud. Eva takes the impact and smiles. She raises her off-hand for another slap and Emery braces for the impact defiantly, ready to show Eva and the fans what she can take. But the slap doesn't come. Instead, Eva jabs the pointer and middle finger of her other hand into Emery's eyes. Coleridge yelps and grabs at the orbs, to which the Texan sends a kick with her weaker leg towards Emery's gut.
Emery however is able to catch the weaker leg of Eva as she smirks at her and without hesitation she sends one of her free legs right against May's crotch forcing the Texan to fall right down to the mat. The striped clad zebra looks at Emery in horror as she smiles in return.
"What?! I am new to this whole fighting clean thing... It's going to take some time!"
With that Emery doesn't waste any time as she begins to drive her foot against Eva's breasts. She drives stomp after stomp as the crowd roars with every single one. Emery smiles as she points at the top rope and everyone cheers back loudly and excitedly. She ascends to the very top rope as she looks down at her fallen foe and without hesitation she leaps off as she lands with a double foot stomp right on top of Eva's breasts. The Texan howls a piercing scream that can be heard throughout the arena. Emery stands tall with a smile but it is at that moment that Crystal Hilton runs down to the ring. She pounds on the mat trying to rally Eva to get up.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
Emery seems befuddled as she looks at Crystal who says something at Emery.
“Deja a mi novia sola"
"In English please..."
Crystal snickers "Leave my girlfriend alone..."
Emery grins as she shakes her head as she quickly bounces off of the ropes but Crystal reaches her hand inside as she trips the New York socialite. Emery rises up as the referee is still checking on Eva, and she quickly planchas over the ropes landing on Crystal on the outside.
Crystal collapses under Emery's frame as if she was made of egg shells and tissue. Eva side-glances out the corner of the ring, just beyond the ref's vision and attention, and glowers. Crystal was supposed to help. Getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter was the opposite of helping. Frankly, Eva had a good mind to let Crystal get pounded into paste to teach her a lesson. But, like it or not, Eva enjoyed the various things Crystal did to her with her mouth and they'd be a lot harder to do with swollen lips and missing teeth.
Eva rose wearily, adjusting her barely there top to put the girls back in the places Emery's feet knocked them from, and threw herself into the rope furthest from Emery, bounding off it into a slide across the ring and under the cable, aimed at the rich bitch mauling her girlfriend's hot body. She was like a guided missile, her feet aimed at Emery's head.
Unfortunately, Emery was not so into pulping Crystal that her attention diverted completely from May and instead of taking the blow, spun Crystal around to meet Eva's bare feet. The Crimson Death slammed into the long-time FAWN loser, knocking her boo out cold.
Eva stumbles to her feet, staring in horror at what she'd done to Crystal.
“Oh, goodness,” she hears Emery coo behind her. “You're going to have to really apologize for that. Might I recommend flowers?”
Eva spins around to lunch at Emery but she's merely met by a boot to the face as the Socialite obliterates her with sweet chin music.
SWEET CHIN MUSIC:
Eva's eyes roll up into her head as she drops to her knees and folds backwards.
Emery smiles as both women were laid out at her feet. Emery looks at the roaring crowd as she moved her attention back to her opponent and her girlfriend. She lifts them both up as they seem to be out of it. The crowd continues to cheer Emery on and she smirks as she grins at the two dazed caramel skinned beauties. Without hesitation she grabs them both and delivers a very massive double Coleridge Cutter at the same time. The crowd begins to go crazy as they cheer for Emery over and over.
Emery rises up to her feet as she glares at her two unconscious opponents. She drops down to the ground as she whispers to the both of them.
"I think playtime is over and it's about time I spend a very special message to my future girlfriend..."
Emery heaves Eva's limp body up and slings her into the ring like a sack of flour. She reaches down and hauls Crystal up and does the same, much to the delight of the fans and consternation of the official.
“This is a match between you and Eva,” the ref bellows, shaking his finger.
Emery whirls, red-faced. “Right, it is. And while you were checking on the low-rent cartoon villain her fucktoy was reaching in the ring and grabbing at my perfect legs. Crystal involved herself in this, not me.” Coleridge chest-bumps the ref, glaring up at him. “She wanted a match, she gets a finish.”
The official weighs this. He hadn't seen it but he knows, damn well, it's likely true. He's familiar with both Eva and Crystal. Throwing his hands up, the official relents. “Fine. Just end this.”
Emery shoots a sickeningly sweet smile. “Why, sir, that's exactly what I plan to do.” She returns to the two downed women, dragging them to the center of the ring. She admires their limp forms as she addresses them. “You two make a cute couple. I mean, as cute as you two could dream of being. You're not me and Trixie,” Coleridge snorts, fluffing her hair. “But I guess even ugly people should be afforded love in this damaged world.”
Laying Crystal flat on her back, Emery then picks up and lays Eva atop her, putting the lovers face to face. Both women slowly stir, their eyes fluttering, but little other movement is achieved.
Emery drops to her perfect butt, sitting with the women's heads next to her crotch. Grabbing their hair, Emery pulls their heads up and sinches her legs around both of their necks to lock on a tight scissor hold. Clarity starts to slowly sink into both women's faces but their bodies are too weak to truly fight back. It is a variation of Emery's Bitch Nap, but instead of smothering either's mouth and nose with her hand she instead wraps her arms around their heads. Eva and Crystal sluggishly struggle as the Rich Bitch uses the hug around their heads to make them smother each other out with their own faces.
“Now, kissssssssss,” Emery hisses in a voice that rings with some of her old vicious insanity. Her eyes glint with hate for the two women who dared to oppose her.
And the fans go bonkers for it.
The ref drops to check for submission or count out. What he sees is two frail hands paw sadly at the canvas before giving what he realizes are broken taps of submission. He turns to the timekeeper and motions. The bell rings.
“Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – EMERY COLERIDGE!”
Emery smiles as she stands up. She was proud of herself. Despite having a very rough start to her Fawn career things were starting to turn around. The fans roared with excitement as Emery blew kisses to the crowd. She really wanted to be a good girl yet seeing the broken forms of Crystal and Eva made something snap within her head. She yanked Eva off of Crystal as both of the women laid broken and beaten on their backs.
Emery cracked a wide grin as she pulled her togs down and glared down at Eva. "So you really thought you were going to cheat to win?! I really wanted to play by the rules show everyone I am not the mean nasty Emery that was here years ago but you aren't making this easy for me." She slowly turns her attention to Crystal. "I am going to show you how you should properly be satisfied by your woman. Pay attention and take notes." She slowly turns her attention to Jenkins.
"You might want to get a wet nap ready. This might be a tad messy..." With that Emery lowers herself over Eva's head and she begins to grind herself against her. The crowd roars with excitement.
Feeling Eva's lips against her womanhood Emery has to bite back an excited moan. The truth is, the last time… the only time Emery had been intimate with someone, it was with Trixie in her debut match. Trixie had her way with Emery that night. And since then, well… Emery has been saving herself for Decker. But that was years ago.
And that's a long time to wait.
Emery does her best to pace herself, shifting her weight around so as now to smother Eva but to keep her pat. She swivels her hips to face towards Eva's crotch, enjoying the sensation of hot breath on her sex. Emery's hands glide down Eva's body and into her top where they seek out her dark nipples. She caresses them gently, massaging and lightly pinching them until they stand to attention. Then, Emery rips Eva's top straight down the middle. Her own hips rocking as she rides Eva's excited face, Emery leans down and begins to lick and kiss Eva's breasts.
Laying on her side, taking it all in, Crystal is torn. She hates Emery a lot and desperately wants to break the bitch's neck. But, the rich girl is also damn fine and there's something pleasing about the display. As she heads Eva emit a gentle moan from beneath Emery, Crystal makes up her mind. We can always jump Emery afterward, she tells herself as one of her hands dips into her skirt to find her own womanhood to stroke.
For Emery, though, this is all different… wrong. Her body aches for release long overdue and Eva May feels nice – the fact the beaten woman is now obliging with her tongue isn't hurting matters. But even then something feels off. Emery reaches down to Eva's bottoms, again ripping them down the middle to expose the Texan to all. She can see the wetness waiting there. Emery's hands glide up and two fingers sink into Eva.
The moan beneath her is louder now. Eva's body gyrates and her tongue becomes more active. Emery's body hurts even more but something still isn't right.
She plays with Eva for a bit longer, enjoying how the Crimson Plague's body repeatedly tenses and whimpers. The wet sounds of her fingers slipping in and out have the FAWNatics losing their minds. This is one of the most Old FAWN matches they've seen in a while. But Eva can barely force a smile.
The socialite withdraws her fingers and instead grabs Eva's hips, pulling her crotch to her own face. Eva gasps as Emery slides her mouth against the welcoming, glistening treasure, licking it eagerly. Emery closes her eyes, trying to clear her head. Trying to enjoy this mutual satisfaction.
She envisions a body beneath her. A pale body, white as ivory. Slight like hers, but toned. A pubic mound is adorned with well groomed hair, trimmed to look like a broken heart. Emery smiles. She's seen that before – in pictures online and up close in the ring. She can practically smell Trixie's skin, feel her soft flesh rubbing against hers. She can practically hear Trixie's giggle, feel her writing. It makes Emery excited and hungry. She moves faster and harder, desperate to pleasure her goth love. Her tongue dives in deeper and deeper. Fingers assist, searching out sensitive areas to please.
Emery feels the body beneath her stiffen, hears her cry out. Emery feels her own face become wet and slick, but she continues to ride. It feels good. It feels overdue. She pictures Trixie's smiling face peering up from her lap, kissing her where only Trixie's been, as the rich girl grinds harder and harder until….
Emery throws her head back as she releases. She feels a burst of damp between her thighs as she screams out, “YES! YES, TRIXIE, YES!” Her body convulses and Colerdige collapses, mewling happily, her body flushing.
The arena seems to go completely quiet. Then, beneath her crotch, Emery hears a muffled, “Did you call me 'Trixie'?”
Emery sits up, suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings and what she just did.
“Maaaaaan,” Crystal moans with frustration, pulling her hand from her skirt. “I was almost there, too. Calling a woman by the wrong woman's name?” Crystal shakes her head. “Sweetie, you gotta work on your game.”
Emery rises up as she is blushing. The fans seem to all love it as they just cheer on their new found hero. She stands up tasting her fingers as glances over at her butler. “How was it Miss Emery?!” Emery could only sigh in return. “You might want to get Miss Eva a wet nap Jenkins. As far as a taste it was okay but nothing like my Trixie.” Emery grabs Crystal by the hair and smashes her head against Eva’s sacred area. “You can finish your own bitch. I think I am done here.” Emery smiles as she places her foot against Crystal’s head smashing her head further against Eva’s crotch. Emery walks out smiling at Eva’s glistening face. Despite everything it felt good. She enjoyed this and would do whatever it took to make Trixie her own.