Post by hawkeye on Apr 13, 2020 1:25:50 GMT
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
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Meglovania, from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray!
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN newest and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her first match for the top promotion, and her first match ever aside from some sparring. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her coveted center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each jugg to the back, where it is an entirely breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
RING GEAR
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing the Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M zig-zags across the ramp slap the hands of eager (and drooling) fans. Normally she’d be accompanied by one or both other members of the Northern Coalition, but before the curtain call her fellow Canadian’s were called away by a backstage agent to work out a Visa issue. Reaching the ring Hazeema takes the bottom rope in two hands, leans back, and slingshots between the cables into the squared circle and lands in a squat handstand before flipping onto her feet with her hands in the air. The FAWNatics applaud the newbie’s show of athleticism( and the subsequent jiggling that comes after).
Hazeema basks in the respectful applause for a few moments before heading to her corner for her pre-match inspection by the world’s largest and most likely handsomest referee, Reginald Worthington III.
The British zebra towers over the suddenly flushed young woman as he pats her down, “good luck on your match tonight,” he smiles and McMurray’s knees visibly knock, “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Sweet Shatner! Those eyes! And those shoulders!, she squeaks out a “thanks bud,” physically restraining herself from leaning into his firm hands.
The music shifts from Hazeema’s to silence. The lights of the arena dim as faint guitar chords begin to pluck over the sound system.
“BURY THEM DEEP” BY GHOULTOWN
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“Bury them deep
that’s what I said…”
Amid streams of smoke and flickering blacklights, a short, curvy form slowly emerges from behind the curtain. FAWNatics strain to see the challenger to no avail. The form moves down the ramp, shaking her hips in perfect rhythm to the music, as the announcer speaks.
“Her opponent this evening, hailing from Bath County, Kentucky… standing at five feet, four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… she is Hell’s Hillbilly…. RUE ANN MACKENNA!”
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
The lights raise to reveal the familiar “love to hate her” fan favorite redhead in her familiar black singlet, cut down to just above her sex. Bare feet slap along the path to the ring. The attendees are split between people excited to see the pint-size villain return and those who hoped she’d never be back. Tucked in Rue Ann’s very ample cleavage is a mic.
Rue Ann retrieves the mic from its meaty holster while holding up her other hand. On cue, her music abruptly stops, audibly uncovering the jeers and catcalls of fans. The sudden vanishing of music is jarring and causes more in attendance to suddenly quiet down. Rue Ann, her eyes dead set on her opponent, lets a cruel little smile curl across her lips as she advances towards the ring.
“It’s always so cute when a manager steps in the ring,” she says in her girlish voice, dripping with Kentucky twang. “They get all excited about having a big girl fight. Y’know they’ve been training oh-so-hard and they think they’re going to show the world they were meant to scrap, too!” A few fans applaud this, wanting to encourage Hazeema. “It’s like watching a puppy try to walk on its hind legs cuz it thinks it’s people.”
Rue carefully plods up the steel steps and into the ring. She glides through the ropes as she continues. “Well, cutie, you’ve got the adorable strappy outfit that says you’ve taken a few pole classes to work on your agility, and possibly giggled about trying an amateur night at a local strip club. You got the bounce of excitement cuz ys think this is your shot to prove to everyone you belong in this ring. But you’re not facing one of the d-listers back there. You’re facing me. And like that puppy that keeps falling on its face no matter how many times it tries to walk on two legs, you’re about to come to a painful realization,” Rue hissed gleefully as she reclined in her corner. “Like that dog, you’re about to learn you ain’t nothin’ but a dolled-up li’l bitch.”
The referee goes to take the mic but Rue Ann tosses it backwards. It lands outside the ring and breaks on the concrete floor. The sound system sends out a painful shriek causing everyone, including Hazeema, to momentarily shudder. For Rue Ann, that’s what she’s been waiting for. She bolts past the official to drive her shoulder into the Canadian’s belly.
“Goufff!”
Hazeema is breathless and abused before the bell even rings! Ref. Worthington gestures for the bell and dashes over to the brawling beauties to restore order. By the time he makes it over Rue Ann is about seven shoulderblocks deep into McMurray’s gut, The gasping Canadian draped over the Yankee’s back like an il fitting cape.
“That’s enough Ms. Mackenna! Take it out of the corner and give her some space.”
The Kentucky scrapper digs one more tackle into the rookie’s midsection before stepping away and letting Hazeema crumple to a seat, pain-faced and holding her middle. Rue turns to give the official some schoolin but raises an eyebrow once she takes his figure in.
"My, yer a big boy..." Rue leans in pressing her large warm front to his black and whites, "Care to tell me how big?"
Reggie was used to some flirtation in the workplace, but nothing this overt! Though flustered he focused on his duties as a referee. “Thank you miss, but the rules come first.” Ref. Worthington kneels down to speak to McMurray while Mackenna shows some decorum and steps away… really just to admire the way his pants fit from behind.
“Are you fit to continue Ms. McMurray?”
The thiccest Dungeon Master smoothes out her hair and pulls herself up against the turnbuckles. “All set, Morissette. Let’s get wrestling.” Worthington nods and steps out of the crossfire.
Rue Ann gives a warm, false smile and waves a little hello. Hazeema frowns angrily and pounds a fist into her palm saying loudly, “Roll initiative!” and runs with arms ready for a lock-up. The redhead snort at this nerdery and meets the newb’s pace, the bosomy brawlers are meeting at center ring for a test of wills, one that Rue opts out of; ducking Hazeema’s fingers while jostling her liver with a fist as she passes. The Coalitionite grimaces and shudders, instinctively holding her right side. Mackenna comes up on her left and shoves Hazeema shoulder first into the ropes before taking her head in a tight headlock, the top cable pressed tightly against the Canuck’s cheek.
“Excuse the pun but I’m gonna show you the ropes, puppy,” Rue gives the hold a tight constriction making sure she got a whine out of the pigtailed pomeranian before she set out on their walk. McMurray is forced on a slow trek to the corner as the coarse rubber turns the side of her face into a map of the Prairies, screaming, slapping and shoving at the bullying redhead but finding no purchase to freedom. Thankfully it’s a short trip, unfortunately, the final destination is a face first collision with the top turnbuckle; Rue Ann beats the leather with Hazeema’s nose one, two, three times, when the DM’s knees gave way she takes a pigtail in each hand gives her the same treatment with the second buckle but twice as hard. Yanking her so far backwards Hazeema’s got the lights in her eyes before she’s eating cowhide, feeling the fresh meat go limp and not wanting to end playtime too soon Rue Ann goes to the bottom buckle for a final three and rubbing her face into the pad’s covering as an exclamation point.
“If you go on the carpet I got to punish you,” Mackenna mockingly chides.
Feeling the need to intervene once again, Ref Worthington steps up behind the ladies as Mackenna tries to smooth out Hazeema’s face, “Now that’s enough of that, let’s take it out of the corner, miss.”
Rue lets Hazeema’s head drop on the canvas but doesn’t stand up; instead, she rocks back on her heels to press her round ass into a surprised Reggie’s crotch, grinding against him as she rises she reaches a hand back to pat his cheek before she steps away.
Rue turns to the zebra, licking her wicked lips. "Apparently I should have patted you down before the match cuz you've obviously got a dangerous weapon in those pants."
Despite being much larger than, well... Most people on the planet, Reginald feels like a mouse being toyed with a particularly precocious cat. “Ah...um… well… Ms. McMurray?” Rather than deal with the ongoing workplace harassment the official kneels by Hazeema, the debuting wrestler is on all fours rubbing the feeling back into her face.
“I’m all good sir, just feeling like Terry Fox on an icy sidewalk,” McMurray grumbles, patting the zebra’s large bicep as she stands.
“~It’s the return of the Maaaac~!” Rue Ann turns her back on the fumbling ingénue and serenades an irate audience with the R & B stylings of Mark Morrison. After a few bars, a sniggering Rue turns back to Hazeema, “been wanting to do that for years, you probably just got that song up north- hey! Stop!”
Mackenna faces not a humbled rookie but a pissed off and charging bull! Leaping upon a startled Rue’s upper thighs Hazeema laces her fingers behind the hillbilly’s ginger locks and throws her weight back in a swift fall to the mat, sending Rue into a wowzer of a front flip!
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The heel actually pulls a full 720 before landing face (and boobs) first on the thinly padded plywood. After her first bounce, Mackenna goes into a four-point stance and clumsily gets up rubbing her newly squashed chest. Behind her Hazeema curls in and nips up, immediately dashing towards an unsettled and unsuspecting Rue who turns into another- equally astounding monkey flip! The notorious heel gets the same astounding air time and an equally painful ‘thunk” of a landing on the canvas. Flopping to her back Rue covers her gurls, crushed under her own bodyweight and pounds a fist into the mat, “Respect the boobs, Maple Back! They’re worth more than your hide!”
“Action Surge!”
“What?-HeyyY-”
For the third time in less than a minute, Rue Ann is flipped monkey style head over heels into an improvised mammogram. This time Mackenna stays down, cheek to the floor and ass in the air. McMurray speedily crawls over and shoves caucasian rump aside to settle into a snug crossbody pin, holding Rue’s right arm at the wrist and elbow and the left trapped under her boots.
ONE!
TWO!
Mackenna plants her feet and bridges up hard!
With a flexing of her farm strong body, Rue Ann tosses the Canadian off her chest and turns onto her right side. Not wasting an opportunity, Hazeema slips behind the prone heel and briefly applies a full nelson to get Rue’s arms up before abandoning it and sneaking an arm behind the heel’s head and neck. Grabbing Rue’s pinned right shoulder, she forces the Kentucky scrapper’s chin to chest. With her free hand, Hazeema reaches under the redhead’s top leg to grab the left stem by the calf and pulls it back as she shuffles near head to head with her tangled victim, applying ungodly pressure to Mackenna head and neck.
THE SUGAR HOLD
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Worthington drops to the mat. “Ms. MacKenna, do you yield?”
Rue grunts under the strain but still manages to give him a bemused look. “I say… ol’ bean,” she grunts, “I… dare not.”
Rue Ann hates to admit it but the hold is tight and her neck, while strong, is unbearable. Her shoulder isn’t faring much better. She’s managed to come this far in FAWN without submitting to anyone, though, and she’ll be damned if she submits to a floppy-titted nerd who--
Rue’s eyes grow wide at a realization. Hazeema is leaning over her, the Canadian’s own chest bounty rubbing against Rue’s and, more importantly, right in her face. Normally this would be a good time but now it was just a good start to a plan. Rue cries out in anguish, “HAIR, REF! HAIR!” She flails and bucks, managing to almost dislodge her attacker.
Worthington, being a dutiful official, moves to the rear of the women to check to see if Hazeema is yanking ginger locks. The second he’s distracted, the Hillbilly From Hell sinks her teeth deep into Hazeema’s left tit, ripping her head side to side like a wolf shaking a rabbit. The Dungeon Mistress shrieks in agony, instantly breaking the sugar hold. Rue Ann, in turn, unlatches and rushes to the ropes, rubbing her neck.
Rue Ann has barely pulled herself to her feet before Hazeema is already back on her. The Rule Lawyer For Good momentarily forgets the “when they’re on the ropes leave ‘em alone” rule and hooks an arm under Rue Ann’s jaw from behind, ripping her from the cables. “You… bit… my natural twenties!” Hazeema hisses in Rue’s ear.
“Those… are… barely adjusted tens,” Rue grunts back. “They… wouldn’t pass… a basic save against--” Hazeema isn’t interested in the rest of what MacKenna has to say. Instead she rolls back to the mat, keeping the arm under Rue’s jaw for her inverted half headlock combo known as Exsanguinate.
EXSANGUINATE (at 6:24):
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Rue grunts as her neck is crushed again and her right leg bent back. Hazeema rolls from side to side, trying to make it harder for Rue to struggle against the lock. Worthington drops to check for a submission. Rue struggles to shake her head no.
“Give up!” Hazeema bellows. “You’re as over as Second Edition and Thac0, you--” Hazeema pauses, suddenly confused. “Wait, did you make a D&D reference? Do you--?” The thought vanishes as Rue takes advantage of the Canadian’s loosened grip and slams her head backwards into Hazeema’s nose.
Rue Ann rolls off of Hazeema, giving the attacker a fast open-palmed slap across the face as she does. Getting up to a crouch, she growls, “By the way, D&D is a training wheels game. Get a real system!”
Hazeema rubs her nose as she rises. “You’re not going to get a rise out of me that easily. I’m not so obsessed on gaming that--”
“RIFTS is ten times the gaming system D&D could ever be,” the redhead adds.
“You shut your whore mouth!” Hazeema shrieks, launching at the tiny brute. “Mega-damage is the stupidest concept ever!” She takes a wild swing at Rue, which MacKenna ducks before slamming an open-palm into Hazeema’s gut. But McMurray takes the blow and repays it with an elbow straight into the back of Rue’s skull. MacKenna stumbles forward, turning just in time to take a standing dropkick right into her ample boobs. She falls back to the canvas with a wet thud.
Rue pushes herself up slightly and sees Hazeema bounding off ropes and running towards her. The Canadian leaps and sticks out a stem to lay a legdrop across the ginger menace, but Rue has her own plans… and raises a foot aimed right for the sweet spot between Hazeema’s thighs.
“AAIee! Titfucker!” Mackenna’s foot strikes true and Hazeema’s center is brutalized, halting the Canadian’s assault abruptly and decisively. Hazzema curls up into a fetal position on the mat, a stream of high pitch colloquial swears dribbling from her mouth.
“I mean I guess, but I can’t imagine it’ll be too pleasant for you after this,” Rue stomps at McMurray’s body till she’s good and straight before sidestepping to Hazeema’s head. Placing a foot on each brown pigtail, Rue bends over to pinch a nipple in each hand and yanks ‘em high!
“AAH! AHH! AAAHHHH!!!” Each time Rue Ann bends back she threatens to take McMurray’s tits with her. Add in the fact that each pull raises the Coalitionite's head which is anchored by her pigtails, Hazeema’s scalp was in almost as much pain as her nips. After giving the customary FAWN silent count for lewdness, Ref. Regginald intervenes, “I’m going to need you to stay off her hair, miss.”
“You got it, sugar stripes.”
Rue Ann pulls her knees into the air and kicks them out straight as she falls to a seat just beyond Hazeema’s head, her muscular gams keeping the Canuck’s arms uselessly pinned against the mat. Hell’s Hillbilly makes use of her farming skills and starts treating McMurray like she was a prize dairy holstein,” Lets see if we can get some Natrel out of these babies.”
Rue Ann wastes no time in slipping her hands into the pinned woman’s deep neckline, churning and pulling Hazeema’s breasts like she’s doing the morning milking. Hazeema shrieks out in a mix of agony and humiliation. Even the FAWNatics who are normally on her side cry in excitement at this development.
“Now see here,” the referee begins but Rue shoots him a sweet smile.
“Tell me in the rules where doing this is a no-no,” Rue chirps in her twangy voice. The Brit raises a finger but his mind draws a blank. He grows quiet as Rue gets back to work.
Rue looks down at her squirming target and frowns. “This would be easier if--” The ginger grabs the ring between Hazeema’s breasts and rips it free to let them spill free. “That’s better!”
“No, it’s not!” Hazeema shrieks.
“Ssssh,” Rue adds with a smile. “Cows don’t scream.” She takes hold of the nipples and begins churning them again. “Moo for mama.”
“I will fucking end you with a vorpal kick to your neck!” the Canadian shrieks, but her face is growing redder and redder from humiliation and rage. “This is not wrestling, this it you trying to get to second base!”
“Oooooh, you want wrasslin’?” Rue cackles. She raises a hand and slams a heart punch into Hazeema’s chest. If she weren’t overtaken by how hard that hurt Hazeema might wonder at how strong this tiny woman actually is. Instead she gags and coughs as Rue Ann pulls her to her feet by her throat.
The diminutive villain slings Hazeema to the cables, her breast bouncing free of her one-piece. The manager-turned mauler bounds back and is caught by Rue Ann, who lifts her in a gorilla press, holds her momentarily, and then drops her in an over-the-knee backbreaker. The sound of air rushing from Hazeema’s lungs comes out in a gurgle. But Rue Ann is hardly done.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes.” The ginger grabs the material just above Hazeema’s navel on her one-piece and rip it down to near her crotch. Fans go wild by the Canuck seems too dazed to respond. Then, Rue’s right hand cups Hazeema’s right breast, pushing her down. Rue’s other hand dips into the bottom of Hazeema’s one-piece, her hungery fingers seeking out hidden treasure.
A sudden bulge in Hazeema’s eyes and slight gasp tells everyone Rue Ann found the “X” on Hazeema’s treasure map. While Rue Ann continues to push the backbreaker down, her hands seem on a different mission, eash massaging and teasing their captives with pleasure.
“Okay, that’s a low blow!” Worthington snaps. “Release her or--”
Rue Ann doesn’t even look up, she just continues to pleasure her captive as she speaks. “The FAWN Referee’s Guidebook states plainly in the chapter on ‘Disallowed Tactics’ that a low blow, including crotch claws, is anything that attacks the genitals between a fighter’s legs to inflict pain, externally or internally.” Rue Ann’s fingers, hidden under black fabric, dip slowly inside Hazeema who offers a soft, surprised moan. “Does that sound like she’s in pain?” Rue Ann asks with a smirk.
Again, the referee is dumbstruck and flustered. She is technically correct and while he could throw caution to the wind and DQ her, there’s no doubt it would play hell on his employment.
For her part, Hazeema is torn between the pain of her back being stretched out on a hard knee and the tingling of her nipple and warm pleasure radiating from her womanhood. Still, between moans her shaky lips let out, “I hate you.”
Rue clucks her tongue. “Sweetie, I’m trying to show you the fun we can have later, but if you’d rather me be less friendly.” Hazeema feels more fingers invade her, curling and digging nails into her secret flesh. Hazeema’s body was previously undulating and pumping against her will now descended into harsh shuddering, soft moans turn into fearful shrieks. Rue cups her behind the head and stands. “You’re about to see how good you had it,” MacKenna says as she raises her knee and lets Hazeema begin to slip towards another knee-based backbreaker.
Hazeema takes another knee to the spine but bears the pain and pushes off the canvas with her feet, rolling off the joint and landing one knee with a surprised Rue’s wrists in her possession. With breasts and teeth bared Hazeema takes the redhead’s right arm and twists it while stepping over to Rue’s left, trapping the limb behind her. Now facing the same side as Mackenna The DM&M hooks her right leg back and around the hillbilly’s left knee and falls to the side to roll herself onto her back and Mackenna onto her right arm. The jolt of her elbow being caught between the mat and her back makes Rue grimace and sit up instinctively, making it easy for McMurray to wrap her head between a tan calf and thigh and pull back Rue’s free hand by the wrist. Putting some serious torque on the ginger’s shoulder, elbows, and really working that neck.
MIXED BAG OF HOLDING
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“RRRRGF! Whatthefuck!!”
Mackenna’s eyes darted back and forth trying to make sense of the human pretzel she found herself in. Hazzema jostled and pulled at odd intervals making her bungled bully grumble and groan loudly. Feeling the cool recycled air on her nipples Hazeema felt another flush of anger and gave Rue’s neck some hurtful yanks.
“I’m going to teach you some professional courtesy!”
Not liking the twitching in Mackenna’s toes Worthington offers her an out, “do you want to call it, miss? No sense in getting injured on your first night back.”
Rue growls,” shut your sexy mouth!” and slowly inches her way to the ropes. The journey is excruciating but short; either by inexperience or a mistake done in anger Hazeema applied the hold a bit too close to a set of ropes, the Canadian pours on the pressure in the last moments making Rue Ann stifle a scream, but she manages to press the market going and home staying piggies on the bottom rope. Ref. Worthington claps his hands and says “break!”
Hazeema grits her teeth as she looks back at Worthington, then back to Rue Ann, then back to Worthington. The zebra sighs and holds up fingers. “One… two--”
Angrily, Hazeema releases the hold and somersaults back before hopping to her feet, but her desire to adhere to ring etiquette is tenuous at best. When it looks like Rue Ann might even hint at releasing the ropes, Hazeema closes the gap between them, reaching for Rue Ann’s arm.
MacKenna has other plans and slaps hard across her exposed breasts. It hurts, sure, but worse yet it elicits lecherous hoots from the fans and reminds her that the little Mountain Monster exposed her in her first FAWN match. Hazeema cradles her precious orbs and opens her mouth to protest. Apparently, that was what Rue Ann was hoping for.
A hand dives into Hazeema’s mouth, locking in a mandible claw. The Dungeon Mistress feels fingers dig hard into the meat under her tongue and it’s instantly eye-watering. Rue Ann takes a step to the side and pivots her hips, discus throwing Hazeema to the perpendicular set of ropes.
The Nerd Girl Favorite slams, shoulders first, into the middle rope and rubs her jaw. She sees MacKenna charge immediately but this tactic hardly knocked the sense from McMurray. A boot meets Rue’s jaw as she charges, forcing her to stumble back.
MacKenna’s head turns just in time to receive another kick across her jaw. Spit flies from her mouth as Rue Ann falters and cedes more ground to her fiery attacker. This seems to fuel Hazeema.
“Finally, something out of your mouth besides the usual bullshit!” McMurray says. She notices Rue Ann seems momentarily stunned. Then her eyes trail down to Rue Ann’s large milky breasts. How they stay in the barely-there modified wrestling singlet is anyone’s guess but, looking down at her own goods, Hazeema just feels angrier. It’s time to even this.
Hazeena grabs the straps of Rue’s singlet and flings them aside, letting them fall down the redhead’s shoulders and spill forth her large rack. It… it is a nice rack, Hazeema finds a voice in her head admitting. In fact, they’d probably be fun--
The defiant DM shakes that thought from her head. No, Rue’s going to pay. First, the slap. A deep red handprint lingers on the side of Rue Ann’s left tit after Hazeema brings her open palm down against it with a thunderous crack. Rue moans in pain, and the next slap against the right gets a yelp.
Hands dart out and claw into the firm flesh of Rue’s breasts, cranking and twisting. Rue looks fit to cry, her face growing red. “How do you like it? Turnabout’s fair play,” Hazeema laughs. Rue’s hands grab at hers but Hazeema digs her nails in, causing her captive’s mitts to fall helplessly at her side. “I guess you did give me a LITTLE bit of pleasure,” Hazeema begrudgingly admits as her thumbs begin to caress Rue Ann’s pert, pink nipples, but she never releases the claw hold.
“I… Iiiiiii….” Rue Ann whimpers, looking ready to sob.
Hazeema yanks her closer by her pleasurable handles. “Oh, big tough Rue Ann! Is the challenge rating of this encounter too high? Can’t take it?”
But Rue Ann’s face immediately screws. There’s still pain there. Agony even. But also a devilish grin. Before Hazeema can react, Rue Ann’s arms wrap around her tightly in a bearhug and pulls her closer, breasts to breasts.
“Oh, Hazeema,” Rue purrs. “There’s a lot I plan on taking tonight.” Hazeema digs her nails in harder and starts to protest but Rue Ann slams her mouth against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Hazeema feels her ears burning with confusion, embarrassment, and perhaps a little bit of the pleasure that comes with a first kiss. Her brain races to explain this away. No, that’s not it. Still, Rue Ann’s soft skin does feel very, very nice against hers. And she smells surprisingly sweet. It’s all dizzying.
Then she feels a knee against her crotch. Not grinding painfully, just gently rubbing. Hazeema, unsure how to react, fights against impulse to pull away but finds herself failing. At least, until she feels Rue Ann lift her up and drop her body, crotch first, into her knee. Agony shoots up from the tender meat but Rue Ann holds one with arms and lips, lifting her toy again and attempting a belly-to-belly suplex. Hazeema tries to free herself, or at least her tongue from Rue’s but the redhead’s arms are strong and her tongue too wily. Popping her hips with force of a cannon Mackenna launches the High Caster overhead, their mouths separating with and audible “pop!” McMurray soars wide eyed and crashes on the mat back first, the impact of her landing sending ripples through her still naked teats.
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With an angry howl Hazeema sits up with a hand at the small of her back and tries to scurry to her feet before-BAM! A brawny clothesline connects with the back of her head, Hazeema’s nose hits the mat with a thud and Hazerema is half-conscious as she limply feels for a break. Slipping her foot under the rookie’s belly Rue flips Hazeema onto her back before going into a kneeling straddle above her navel, Rue threads her fingers between the Maple Back’s and stretches her arms straight ahead as she leans forward to envelope Hazeema’s face in alabaster juggs. Recognizing a pin the official slaps the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
Hazeema raises an fist in the air along with her shoulder, hands still intertwined with MacKenna’s, The High Caster still has a faceful of boob but she has a little breathing room. Mackenna grins and shimmys her shoulders, battering the Canuck’s face with her gurls,” Get back down there.” Rue gets the crowd on her side by forcing Hazeema back to the canvas with a barrage of titty slaps, pressing them hard and deep into Hazeema’s features once she’s spine to pine. Worthington counts once again.
ONE!
TWO!!
Hazeema raises her other fist! Still connected to an increasingly irritated Mackenna, Hazeema can do more than muffle out a “n-noo!” when Rue gives her another boob buffeting. This time when Hazeema’s flat she rolls her shoulders to get her baps REALLY settled around the nerd’s face, “Stay. Down.”
ONE- Hazeema raises both fists!!!
She has both shoulders clear and is slowly sitting up, pushing the yankee farm girl back. Still blinded by boob but mouth clear McMurray huffs,” you don’t have the goods to smother me out, junior Mac!”
A dark expression takes over Rue’s face and she slams McMurray’s hands against the canvas with seemingly no effort. Crawling up her curvy form Rue Ann presses her pelvis against Hazeema’s features in an innovative smother and swishes her hips in taut figure eights to rile up the crowd and embarrass this northern pole jockey.
“You think I don’t got the goods?” Rue Ann’s Kentucky accent grows thicker in her anger, not caring whether or not the squirming girl could hear her. She punctuated each word of her sentence with a hard thrust, pingponging with Hazeema’s head between her mound and the mat.
“YOU! WILL! RESPECT MY! GURLS!”
Rue gives one more grinding swirl to McMurray’s face before crawling off the ragdolled Canadian.
Rue Ann’s face is as red as her hair as she peers down at the splayed out rookie. A small voice in her mind tells her this might be the best time to end the match. That’s also the same voice that encourages fair play and sympathy and, as usual, Rue chooses to ignore it. She stomps Hazeema in the stomach, causing the Canadian to jolt up from the mat. As Hazeema’s head rockets up, Rue Ann cocks back a fist and cracks her across the jaw. McMurray slams back to the mat, dazed and in agony.
The ref, feeling a sudden shift in Rue’s personality, forces himself to speak up. “No closed fists, McKenna.”
If Rue Ann hears him she shows no sign. She is seething with hate as she bends down and pulls Hazeema up to her feet. “I’ve been really nice to you so far,” Rue Ann hisses. “I’ve been making allotments for how new you are in the ring. But you wanna talk tough? You wanna play with big girls?” She picks Hazeema up in a belly-to-belly bearhug that crushes Hazeema’s ribs, forcing out a cry. “Then welcome to your first professional loss, little girl!”
In a single motion Rue pushes Hazeema up on her shoulder in a carry. The Kentucky girl breaks into a sprint across the ring, finally lobbing Hazeema over the top rope. FAWNatics gasp in horror as they watch the good girl clumsily tossed, landing with her back eating the guardrail holding the front row back into safety. It’s a pain Hazeema hadn’t expected, a pain you don’t know until you feel it the first time.
Hazeema leans on that same guardrail for some form of support, her own legs feeling rubbery and weak. She hears the fans cry out. Sure enough, a voice of a woman in the audience directly behind her shrieks, “MOVE, HAZEEMA!” Instead, Hazeema’s head lolls up in time to see Rue Ann’s body flying over the top rope, coming down at her.
It isn’t until the impact that Hazeema realizes what’s going on. The barricade pushes back a few feet as Rue’s soaring body crushes her further into it. McMurray’s back screams in pain, sending jolts throughout her body. Rue seemingly lands on her feet, so to speak, and merely pushes away. When Hazeema slumps forward as her legs refuse to hold her up, her gut is met with a punch fueled by pure rage. The dark haired Canadian’s eyes bulge and she sinks to her knees. Outwardly, Hazeema betrays no emotion beyond the pain she feels. Inwardly, though, there’s panic. Rue seems stronger now and definitely more brutal. She hadn’t trained for this. She hadn’t even considered being on the outside of the ring in her first match.
Hazeema feebly stands up and sends a few punches at Rue. One connects to Rue’s cheek but she doesn’t react, only glares angrily. The redhead bear-swats her across the head, knocking Hazeema off her own footing and topping to the side. But Rue Ann doesn’t let her hit the floor. Instead, she catches her and slings her over her shoulders in a torture rack. It’s a dizzying whirlwind, the pain and the movement, and Hazeema barely has time to take it in. But when she does gather herself, she sees the ring post directly in front of her.
SLAM!
Rue Ann pivots her hips, driving Hazeema’s forehead into the ring post. She pivots again, cleaning Hazeema’s clock once more. And then a third time for a full system reboot. The dark beauty’s head sags down. She’s not out, but part of her desperately wants to be.
She’s trying to kill me! screams a voice inside Hazeema. Again, no emotion is betrayed, although that’s partly because she’s too dazed at this point.
For Rue, the anger is only rising. She does manage to look up at the British official, who has five fingers up. That’s a generous slow count, Rue Ann tells herself. Still, she’s not done and she’s not letting this end on a count out. She glances to the side and ses the steel steps.
Rue Ann offers the first smile she’s had in a little while. The fans who see it feel their blood run cold.
The Hillbilly strides over the steps and grunts to Hazeema. “You look tired. Let me put you down for a fast nap.” Hazeema’s brain meats are too scrambled to fully get what’s being threatened - a fact Rue Ann doesn’t help as she drops Hazeema down on the top step, skull-cap first, in a sloppy burning hammer.
BURNING HAMMER:
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Anyone with common sense, or even a sense of decency, knows Rue Ann would have a very good chance of ending the match here. She could simply roll Hazeema into the ring and go for the pin. Hazeema might pop up, true, but common ring decency would say to at least try.
Rue Ann isn’t known for decency. She pulls the spaced out fighter up by her black tresses and strips Hazeema’s torn ring gear down - not completely off, just leaving it at her knees. She uses it to drag the downed fighter a few feet away, then reaches over and pulls the steps from the ring. Hell’s favorite Hillbilly flips the steps around so the ascending steps face the ring. She then places Hazeema down on her knees where she immediately slides down a little. Rue Ann drapes Hazeema’s gorgeous sweater meat over the top of the steps and pushes her head to the side.
“Don’t want that noggin in the way,” Rue Ann assures the crushed fighter.
By the time Rue Ann finally gets back into the ring, the official is at eight.
“Okay, Rue Ann,” Worthington says, trying to sound commanding. “Give her room to get back into the ring.”
Rue Ann looks at the official and laughs a deep, cruel cackle that doesn’t match her usual soprano voice. The ginger scales the turnbuckles, climbs to the top of the ring post, and launches herself…
Coming down on Hazeema’s tits in a double foot-stomp against the top of the steel steps. It’s like a jump start and Hazeema shrieks. Rue’s bare feet crush the large mounds like dough before she hops down from the steps. Hazeema slides off the metal, hugging her wounded boobs close to her. Her body shudders involuntarily and tears are welling in her eyes. It’s just so much pain all over. She can’t concentrate on anything but the pain, even though she knows she desperately needs to escape Rue Ann.
The Kentucky brawler cups Hazeema’s chin and lifts her face so their eyes can meet. “You are never going to forget this night,” Rue Ann promises. “You are going to have nightmares about me and what I can do to your body if I want to. You should have just kept me happy. Now I have to teach you to be respectful.” The tone of Rue’s words isn’t rage, although she’s obviously still seething. It’s a serial killer calm that reinforces Hazeema’s sinking feeling of being in complete danger and, worse yet, a new feeling she’s never really experienced.
Being completely under someone else’s control.
Rue pulls Hazeema up from behind in a tight bearhug. It hurts but the Canadian just can’t even vocalize anymore. Her body flops like a Raggedy Ann doll being mauled by a wild dog. And when Rue Ann drops her, stomach first, over the guard rail, she barely reacts. It hurts but Hazeema is just so exhausted and, try as she might, her limbs won’t respond.
She feels hands cupping her breasts. She tenses for whatever cruelty Rue Ann is about to do to her prides and joy. But instead, she hears Rue Ann’s voice bellow behind her, “What the FUCK do you think you are doing?!”
Hazeema’s head pushes up. She sees a man sitting in front of her, nervously pulling his hands away. The people on either side of him give him rage-filled glares. Slowly the gears turn in Hazeema’s head and she realizes just who was touching her.
Again, Rue’s voice booms behind her. “What the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” The man stammers, looking at the fuming ginger. Rue Ann pulls Hazeema to her feet and gently sits her down on the concrete outside the ring before looking back at the stammering fan. Rue Ann doesn’t let him offer his poor excuses as she leans over the guard rail. “You don’t touch the wrestlers, fuck-face! You don’t touch me!” She points to Hazeema. “You don’t touch her! You don’t touch anyone! This isn’t a strip club in the backwoods where anything goes! This is a wrestling event! No matter what we do, you don’t EVER fucking touch us!”
Hazeema tilts her head. Rue… Rue’s protecting her dignity?
The man whimpers, “But they were right there!”
Rue’s eyes go wild as she slams a punch right between the man’s thighs. He screams like a 12 year old girl caught in a wheat thresher.
“They were right there,” she mocks. Again, Rue Ann points to Hazeema. “Apologize to her. Apologize to Hazeema. You owe her at least that much.”
The man, tears welling up, looks down at Hazeema and croaks an apology. Rue Ann looks down at her opponent. “Can you get in the ring or do you need help?” Rue’s voice is suddenly soft and concerned, although McMurray understandably has trouble trusting it.
“I’ll… I’ll get in the ring,” Hazeema replies.
Rue looks back at the man, noticing security finally rushing down to grab him. She smiles sweetly. “Now stick out your hand so I can give it a slap,” she says almost flirtatiously. The man suddenly relaxes and holds up his hand. Hazeema sees Rue snatch the man’s hand by the wrist. For reasons Hazeema will never know, she instinctively looks away when she sees Rue Ann lace the hand between the bars of the guard rail. McMurray is slowly crawling, barely oozing, into the ring when she hears a sickening snap and fans gasp behind her.
Hazeema doesn’t look back.
She slumps to the mat, breathing heavily, aching all over. Outside the ring Hazeema hears a commotion. She pushes her head up to see Rue Ann having pulled the male fan over the barricade, cradling an obviously broken wrist, and shoving him to security. She hears Rue yelling at them, “Why weren’t you here? You should have been here before she hit a barricade in case one of these animals tried to touch her!” Rue Ann gestures to Hazeema in the ring. “She shouldn’t have been touched by a fan, you idiots!”
The security team fumble with explanations as they heave the sobbing fan to his feet. Rue holds up her hands. “No, fuckers. Don’t apologize to me. You apologize to her.” She shakes her head, turning and putting the steps back against the ring. “Fucking idiots.” The High Caster clutches the cables and pulls herself up, trying to be ready for Rue Ann before she can get into the ring.
The suddenly protective Mackenna pushes up the top rope with one hand and steps through the gap. Walking up to the wilting Canuck with hands on hips and a much cooler expression than earlier, “you good?”
Shaking off the mental whiplash from the rapid series of painful and embarrassing events to the redhead defending her honor , and answers in the affirmative. Pulling up her torn ring gear to cover some measure of modesty McMurray pushes herself off the ropes on unsteady feet., “I’m pert, Elisha Cuthbert. Back to chorin’” Hazeema puts up two trembling fists that couldn’t threaten a hemophiliac.
Rue Ann raises an eyebrow, “if you wanna lie on the mat I’ll just pin ya, no point in me putting your career in the dirt before the night’s over.”
The DM&M gets some fire back in her and takes a firm step forward, “I’m not laying down for anybody, especially not in my first match, buddy! Sorry for getting terse, and thanks for your help with that degen…”
Rue cracks a lopsided, incredulous smile at being confronted, apologized to, and thanked in one sentence. “No problem… Dwayne Jonhson, fans get handsy they lose fingers. But if you don’t take the out I’m givin’ you, you’re getting a meat shower.”
“Good thing I brought some salt and pepper!” Hazeema throws a limp arm across her abused chest and slings a chop against Mackenna’s proud bosom, much of her strength sapped at this point the blow barely causes a ripple in the hillbilly’s alabaster skin. The second has even less pep than first, not even getting the pavlovian “Wooo!” from the disheartened audience. If the Kentucky filly was capable of pity inside in the ring she is certain she would be feeling it now, the battered rookie’s blows just glance off an unresisting American chassis. An errant blow knocks the lip of her one-piece slightly askew and Rue fires back a mid strength chop in response, her palm audibly slapping against Hazeema’s sweater fillers. The pigtailed brunette throws her head back with a cry and falls to one knee cradling her breasts, Reggie starts to step in but Mackenna stops him with a raised hand, “I’ll end it now, let her lose like a wrestler.”
Taking a pigtail in hand, Rue makes Hazeema walk on her knees closer to a ring corner, pulls back a fist and punches down, clouting Hazeema on a cheek bone knocking the Dungeon Master on her face with nary a protest.
Rue Ann climbs the turnbuckles to the top of the ring post then looks down at the splayed out fighter. “You tried,” Rue says almost sympathetically. “You just aren’t ready for me yet. But be proud of how far ya came.” With that, Rue Ann launches from the top of the ring post and lands, ass first, into Hazeema’s belly. The Canadian folds up, yelling in pain. Rue Ann wraps an arm around Hazeema’s face and forces her face into her milky cleavage, completing Rue’s Kentucky Meat Shower finisher. But, there’s a slight change. Her free left hand dives between Hazeema’s legs, slipping into her holiest of holies. If she weren’t muffled, Hazeema might gasp in pleasure or shock. Rue smiles down at her.
“Ya ain’t gonna be awake long enough to really ‘get there,’” she says as her fingers work. A pleasant feeling spreads up Hazeema’s body as she feels darkness creeping from the smother. “But I figured you deserved something nice when all’s said and done.” Rue Ann tightens the arm behind Hazeema’s head, crushing the Canuck’s nose into her breasts. “If ya wanna beer after this - or an unofficial rematch or your boo-boos deeply kissed - I usually hang out on the roof after shows.” She winks. “Hopefully you’ll wake up sometime tonight and not tomorrow.”
With that, Rue throws her head back and enjoys the hot breath on her breasts and the feeling of writhing beneath her. McMurray squirms like a worm on hook but to no avail, her entire world is the expanse of Rue Ann warm, silky tits and the feeling of the hillbilly’s fingers playing her like a Fazioli Aria. A twitch of Rue’s digits makes Hazeema squeal into breast meat, making the redhead giggle and roll her shoulders into the front sleeper,” You’re starting to like this aren’t Yuuuahh!!!”
With the blood of the(fantasy) elves pounding in her ears Hazeema digs down deep and lurches to the left! Using Rue’s precarious balance against her she flips themselves over, pressing Rue’s shoulders to the canvas and pressing down on the pits of the yankee’s knees. As Worthington dives for the count Hazeema pops her face from Rue’s cleavage and gulps in air like she just ran a marathon, the Canuck’s red, vacant face, looking in two places two places at once is directly above the American’s shocked expression.
ONE!!!
TW-! Rue flexes her farm strong legs bucking off Hazeema like a drunk girl on a mechanical bull. The Northern Coalitionite soars and skips across the mat till she flips onto her belly, instantly poping onto elbows and knees to keep her weight off her already bruising puppies. Mackenna kips up sending a jiggle through her all American rack and she’s equal parts impressed and surprised.
“Alright. Okay,” Rue nods to herself, “challenge accepted.”
Rue Ann takes the opening of her ring togs in hand and throws them aside setting her bounty free! Be they villains or heroes, Floridians and wrestling fans in general will always cheer for a pair of Baldwins. With breasts bobbling with each step Mackenna steps to a still prostrated McMurray, pulling her up straight by the Fuck-Me handles. Speaking firmly into Hazeema’s half lidded face, “you’re gonna hate this,” and easily takes her overhead in a gorilla press. Pumping her arms once, twice, she shoves Hazeema into the air, getting a shocking elevation. As the newbie descends Mackenna leaps up, taking the brunette by the back of the head while pulling in her legs. When they hit the mat Hazeema’s juggs land full force onto Rue’s kneecaps concaving them and overloading the Canadian’s brain with agony, the rookie bounces off the joints and onto her side in a sad heap.
Rue lays on the mat and turns on her side to face her opponent with a hand on her hip, elbow pointed up and speaks plainly.
"You want this dragged out, I can drag it out. Wanna rethink your choices?"
McMurray gives no indication she’s able to hear her at first, staring blankly into nothingness with her mouth hanging open. Blinking she licks her molars checking for blood and nods her head once, as much as she with one cheek against the canvas.
“Good girl. Just ride it out.”
Mackenna leisurely goes to her feet and pulls Hazeema to her knees in front her. Cupping her naked breasts, the redhead gives them an unnecessary adjustment before disappearing Hazeema’s head in a front sleeper. Gripping her own elbows for extra crushing power, Rue wrings out the last ebb of life out of the debuting manager. Only waiting the briefest amount of time allowable before checking for consciousness Referee Reginald Worthington III raises Hazeema’s wrist in the air. It falls once. Twice. Three times and that's it!
“Your winner by knockout… RUE ANN MACKENNA!!!”
The brawny yet brilliant brawler releases her prey and McMurray slowly slides down Mackenna’s form till she’s resting against her right hip. Balling up her hands Rue pops her hip to the side with a playful shimmy and lets McMurray teeter to the floor. Stepping around the Canadian puddle Rue takes center ring and gets her raised, with a peaceful smile she gives her review of the new meat as boos cascade around her.
“She’s got the bod and the moves! Once I leave enough handprints on her ass, she’ll have the grit!”
Once Worthington lets go of her wrist Rue Ann walks over and stands above the still crumpled McMurray, hand under her chin and the other under her elbow.
‘Hmmmmmdoesn’t feel right beatin’ on ya, there’s punching down and then there’s PUNCHING DOWN. I’d love to test drive those curves but that pig in the first row ruined the mood. But you gotta get a FAWN welcome somehow… I got it!”
Reaching down Rue relieves McMurray of her black ankle boots and throws them haphazardly over each shoulder, Reggie has to duck to keep from getting a heel to the mouth. Working the tattered remains of Hazeema’s custommade ring gear down her body Rue Ann tuggs them free off the Canuck’s legs and tucks them into the left opening of her one-piece by the under boob. Not satisfied Mackenna manipulates Hazeema’s unconscious body so she’s face down, ass up to add the brunette’s Lord of The Rings themed thong to her collection, but halts to take stock of what's before her.
“Damn! I’m proud to be the new owner of these cheeks!” Mackenna gives the Alberta rump roast some big, groping squeezes before giving the glutes a clapping swat. Placing the purloined panties by her right underboob Rue Ann rolls out the ring and saunters up the ramp, exploding from the curtains and down the ramp were Hazaama’s teammates in The Northern Coalition. La Sombra is a burgundy streak as she runs into the ring to check on her friend, Olunike is at more of a jogger’s pace. Her stone hard eyes and stern expression meeting Rue’s, giving a silent warning on route to her found family.
Mackenna yells over her shoulder nonchalantly, “When she wakes up tell her I got a beer waiting for her on the roof!’ before heading into the back to celebrate her victory.
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Meglovania, from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray!
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN newest and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her first match for the top promotion, and her first match ever aside from some sparring. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her coveted center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each jugg to the back, where it is an entirely breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
RING GEAR
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing the Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M zig-zags across the ramp slap the hands of eager (and drooling) fans. Normally she’d be accompanied by one or both other members of the Northern Coalition, but before the curtain call her fellow Canadian’s were called away by a backstage agent to work out a Visa issue. Reaching the ring Hazeema takes the bottom rope in two hands, leans back, and slingshots between the cables into the squared circle and lands in a squat handstand before flipping onto her feet with her hands in the air. The FAWNatics applaud the newbie’s show of athleticism( and the subsequent jiggling that comes after).
Hazeema basks in the respectful applause for a few moments before heading to her corner for her pre-match inspection by the world’s largest and most likely handsomest referee, Reginald Worthington III.
The British zebra towers over the suddenly flushed young woman as he pats her down, “good luck on your match tonight,” he smiles and McMurray’s knees visibly knock, “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Sweet Shatner! Those eyes! And those shoulders!, she squeaks out a “thanks bud,” physically restraining herself from leaning into his firm hands.
The music shifts from Hazeema’s to silence. The lights of the arena dim as faint guitar chords begin to pluck over the sound system.
“BURY THEM DEEP” BY GHOULTOWN
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“Bury them deep
that’s what I said…”
Amid streams of smoke and flickering blacklights, a short, curvy form slowly emerges from behind the curtain. FAWNatics strain to see the challenger to no avail. The form moves down the ramp, shaking her hips in perfect rhythm to the music, as the announcer speaks.
“Her opponent this evening, hailing from Bath County, Kentucky… standing at five feet, four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… she is Hell’s Hillbilly…. RUE ANN MACKENNA!”
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
The lights raise to reveal the familiar “love to hate her” fan favorite redhead in her familiar black singlet, cut down to just above her sex. Bare feet slap along the path to the ring. The attendees are split between people excited to see the pint-size villain return and those who hoped she’d never be back. Tucked in Rue Ann’s very ample cleavage is a mic.
Rue Ann retrieves the mic from its meaty holster while holding up her other hand. On cue, her music abruptly stops, audibly uncovering the jeers and catcalls of fans. The sudden vanishing of music is jarring and causes more in attendance to suddenly quiet down. Rue Ann, her eyes dead set on her opponent, lets a cruel little smile curl across her lips as she advances towards the ring.
“It’s always so cute when a manager steps in the ring,” she says in her girlish voice, dripping with Kentucky twang. “They get all excited about having a big girl fight. Y’know they’ve been training oh-so-hard and they think they’re going to show the world they were meant to scrap, too!” A few fans applaud this, wanting to encourage Hazeema. “It’s like watching a puppy try to walk on its hind legs cuz it thinks it’s people.”
Rue carefully plods up the steel steps and into the ring. She glides through the ropes as she continues. “Well, cutie, you’ve got the adorable strappy outfit that says you’ve taken a few pole classes to work on your agility, and possibly giggled about trying an amateur night at a local strip club. You got the bounce of excitement cuz ys think this is your shot to prove to everyone you belong in this ring. But you’re not facing one of the d-listers back there. You’re facing me. And like that puppy that keeps falling on its face no matter how many times it tries to walk on two legs, you’re about to come to a painful realization,” Rue hissed gleefully as she reclined in her corner. “Like that dog, you’re about to learn you ain’t nothin’ but a dolled-up li’l bitch.”
The referee goes to take the mic but Rue Ann tosses it backwards. It lands outside the ring and breaks on the concrete floor. The sound system sends out a painful shriek causing everyone, including Hazeema, to momentarily shudder. For Rue Ann, that’s what she’s been waiting for. She bolts past the official to drive her shoulder into the Canadian’s belly.
“Goufff!”
Hazeema is breathless and abused before the bell even rings! Ref. Worthington gestures for the bell and dashes over to the brawling beauties to restore order. By the time he makes it over Rue Ann is about seven shoulderblocks deep into McMurray’s gut, The gasping Canadian draped over the Yankee’s back like an il fitting cape.
“That’s enough Ms. Mackenna! Take it out of the corner and give her some space.”
The Kentucky scrapper digs one more tackle into the rookie’s midsection before stepping away and letting Hazeema crumple to a seat, pain-faced and holding her middle. Rue turns to give the official some schoolin but raises an eyebrow once she takes his figure in.
"My, yer a big boy..." Rue leans in pressing her large warm front to his black and whites, "Care to tell me how big?"
Reggie was used to some flirtation in the workplace, but nothing this overt! Though flustered he focused on his duties as a referee. “Thank you miss, but the rules come first.” Ref. Worthington kneels down to speak to McMurray while Mackenna shows some decorum and steps away… really just to admire the way his pants fit from behind.
“Are you fit to continue Ms. McMurray?”
The thiccest Dungeon Master smoothes out her hair and pulls herself up against the turnbuckles. “All set, Morissette. Let’s get wrestling.” Worthington nods and steps out of the crossfire.
Rue Ann gives a warm, false smile and waves a little hello. Hazeema frowns angrily and pounds a fist into her palm saying loudly, “Roll initiative!” and runs with arms ready for a lock-up. The redhead snort at this nerdery and meets the newb’s pace, the bosomy brawlers are meeting at center ring for a test of wills, one that Rue opts out of; ducking Hazeema’s fingers while jostling her liver with a fist as she passes. The Coalitionite grimaces and shudders, instinctively holding her right side. Mackenna comes up on her left and shoves Hazeema shoulder first into the ropes before taking her head in a tight headlock, the top cable pressed tightly against the Canuck’s cheek.
“Excuse the pun but I’m gonna show you the ropes, puppy,” Rue gives the hold a tight constriction making sure she got a whine out of the pigtailed pomeranian before she set out on their walk. McMurray is forced on a slow trek to the corner as the coarse rubber turns the side of her face into a map of the Prairies, screaming, slapping and shoving at the bullying redhead but finding no purchase to freedom. Thankfully it’s a short trip, unfortunately, the final destination is a face first collision with the top turnbuckle; Rue Ann beats the leather with Hazeema’s nose one, two, three times, when the DM’s knees gave way she takes a pigtail in each hand gives her the same treatment with the second buckle but twice as hard. Yanking her so far backwards Hazeema’s got the lights in her eyes before she’s eating cowhide, feeling the fresh meat go limp and not wanting to end playtime too soon Rue Ann goes to the bottom buckle for a final three and rubbing her face into the pad’s covering as an exclamation point.
“If you go on the carpet I got to punish you,” Mackenna mockingly chides.
Feeling the need to intervene once again, Ref Worthington steps up behind the ladies as Mackenna tries to smooth out Hazeema’s face, “Now that’s enough of that, let’s take it out of the corner, miss.”
Rue lets Hazeema’s head drop on the canvas but doesn’t stand up; instead, she rocks back on her heels to press her round ass into a surprised Reggie’s crotch, grinding against him as she rises she reaches a hand back to pat his cheek before she steps away.
Rue turns to the zebra, licking her wicked lips. "Apparently I should have patted you down before the match cuz you've obviously got a dangerous weapon in those pants."
Despite being much larger than, well... Most people on the planet, Reginald feels like a mouse being toyed with a particularly precocious cat. “Ah...um… well… Ms. McMurray?” Rather than deal with the ongoing workplace harassment the official kneels by Hazeema, the debuting wrestler is on all fours rubbing the feeling back into her face.
“I’m all good sir, just feeling like Terry Fox on an icy sidewalk,” McMurray grumbles, patting the zebra’s large bicep as she stands.
“~It’s the return of the Maaaac~!” Rue Ann turns her back on the fumbling ingénue and serenades an irate audience with the R & B stylings of Mark Morrison. After a few bars, a sniggering Rue turns back to Hazeema, “been wanting to do that for years, you probably just got that song up north- hey! Stop!”
Mackenna faces not a humbled rookie but a pissed off and charging bull! Leaping upon a startled Rue’s upper thighs Hazeema laces her fingers behind the hillbilly’s ginger locks and throws her weight back in a swift fall to the mat, sending Rue into a wowzer of a front flip!
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The heel actually pulls a full 720 before landing face (and boobs) first on the thinly padded plywood. After her first bounce, Mackenna goes into a four-point stance and clumsily gets up rubbing her newly squashed chest. Behind her Hazeema curls in and nips up, immediately dashing towards an unsettled and unsuspecting Rue who turns into another- equally astounding monkey flip! The notorious heel gets the same astounding air time and an equally painful ‘thunk” of a landing on the canvas. Flopping to her back Rue covers her gurls, crushed under her own bodyweight and pounds a fist into the mat, “Respect the boobs, Maple Back! They’re worth more than your hide!”
“Action Surge!”
“What?-HeyyY-”
For the third time in less than a minute, Rue Ann is flipped monkey style head over heels into an improvised mammogram. This time Mackenna stays down, cheek to the floor and ass in the air. McMurray speedily crawls over and shoves caucasian rump aside to settle into a snug crossbody pin, holding Rue’s right arm at the wrist and elbow and the left trapped under her boots.
ONE!
TWO!
Mackenna plants her feet and bridges up hard!
With a flexing of her farm strong body, Rue Ann tosses the Canadian off her chest and turns onto her right side. Not wasting an opportunity, Hazeema slips behind the prone heel and briefly applies a full nelson to get Rue’s arms up before abandoning it and sneaking an arm behind the heel’s head and neck. Grabbing Rue’s pinned right shoulder, she forces the Kentucky scrapper’s chin to chest. With her free hand, Hazeema reaches under the redhead’s top leg to grab the left stem by the calf and pulls it back as she shuffles near head to head with her tangled victim, applying ungodly pressure to Mackenna head and neck.
THE SUGAR HOLD
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Worthington drops to the mat. “Ms. MacKenna, do you yield?”
Rue grunts under the strain but still manages to give him a bemused look. “I say… ol’ bean,” she grunts, “I… dare not.”
Rue Ann hates to admit it but the hold is tight and her neck, while strong, is unbearable. Her shoulder isn’t faring much better. She’s managed to come this far in FAWN without submitting to anyone, though, and she’ll be damned if she submits to a floppy-titted nerd who--
Rue’s eyes grow wide at a realization. Hazeema is leaning over her, the Canadian’s own chest bounty rubbing against Rue’s and, more importantly, right in her face. Normally this would be a good time but now it was just a good start to a plan. Rue cries out in anguish, “HAIR, REF! HAIR!” She flails and bucks, managing to almost dislodge her attacker.
Worthington, being a dutiful official, moves to the rear of the women to check to see if Hazeema is yanking ginger locks. The second he’s distracted, the Hillbilly From Hell sinks her teeth deep into Hazeema’s left tit, ripping her head side to side like a wolf shaking a rabbit. The Dungeon Mistress shrieks in agony, instantly breaking the sugar hold. Rue Ann, in turn, unlatches and rushes to the ropes, rubbing her neck.
Rue Ann has barely pulled herself to her feet before Hazeema is already back on her. The Rule Lawyer For Good momentarily forgets the “when they’re on the ropes leave ‘em alone” rule and hooks an arm under Rue Ann’s jaw from behind, ripping her from the cables. “You… bit… my natural twenties!” Hazeema hisses in Rue’s ear.
“Those… are… barely adjusted tens,” Rue grunts back. “They… wouldn’t pass… a basic save against--” Hazeema isn’t interested in the rest of what MacKenna has to say. Instead she rolls back to the mat, keeping the arm under Rue’s jaw for her inverted half headlock combo known as Exsanguinate.
EXSANGUINATE (at 6:24):
youtu.be/G4MHe00rGlE?t=384
Rue grunts as her neck is crushed again and her right leg bent back. Hazeema rolls from side to side, trying to make it harder for Rue to struggle against the lock. Worthington drops to check for a submission. Rue struggles to shake her head no.
“Give up!” Hazeema bellows. “You’re as over as Second Edition and Thac0, you--” Hazeema pauses, suddenly confused. “Wait, did you make a D&D reference? Do you--?” The thought vanishes as Rue takes advantage of the Canadian’s loosened grip and slams her head backwards into Hazeema’s nose.
Rue Ann rolls off of Hazeema, giving the attacker a fast open-palmed slap across the face as she does. Getting up to a crouch, she growls, “By the way, D&D is a training wheels game. Get a real system!”
Hazeema rubs her nose as she rises. “You’re not going to get a rise out of me that easily. I’m not so obsessed on gaming that--”
“RIFTS is ten times the gaming system D&D could ever be,” the redhead adds.
“You shut your whore mouth!” Hazeema shrieks, launching at the tiny brute. “Mega-damage is the stupidest concept ever!” She takes a wild swing at Rue, which MacKenna ducks before slamming an open-palm into Hazeema’s gut. But McMurray takes the blow and repays it with an elbow straight into the back of Rue’s skull. MacKenna stumbles forward, turning just in time to take a standing dropkick right into her ample boobs. She falls back to the canvas with a wet thud.
Rue pushes herself up slightly and sees Hazeema bounding off ropes and running towards her. The Canadian leaps and sticks out a stem to lay a legdrop across the ginger menace, but Rue has her own plans… and raises a foot aimed right for the sweet spot between Hazeema’s thighs.
“AAIee! Titfucker!” Mackenna’s foot strikes true and Hazeema’s center is brutalized, halting the Canadian’s assault abruptly and decisively. Hazzema curls up into a fetal position on the mat, a stream of high pitch colloquial swears dribbling from her mouth.
“I mean I guess, but I can’t imagine it’ll be too pleasant for you after this,” Rue stomps at McMurray’s body till she’s good and straight before sidestepping to Hazeema’s head. Placing a foot on each brown pigtail, Rue bends over to pinch a nipple in each hand and yanks ‘em high!
“AAH! AHH! AAAHHHH!!!” Each time Rue Ann bends back she threatens to take McMurray’s tits with her. Add in the fact that each pull raises the Coalitionite's head which is anchored by her pigtails, Hazeema’s scalp was in almost as much pain as her nips. After giving the customary FAWN silent count for lewdness, Ref. Regginald intervenes, “I’m going to need you to stay off her hair, miss.”
“You got it, sugar stripes.”
Rue Ann pulls her knees into the air and kicks them out straight as she falls to a seat just beyond Hazeema’s head, her muscular gams keeping the Canuck’s arms uselessly pinned against the mat. Hell’s Hillbilly makes use of her farming skills and starts treating McMurray like she was a prize dairy holstein,” Lets see if we can get some Natrel out of these babies.”
Rue Ann wastes no time in slipping her hands into the pinned woman’s deep neckline, churning and pulling Hazeema’s breasts like she’s doing the morning milking. Hazeema shrieks out in a mix of agony and humiliation. Even the FAWNatics who are normally on her side cry in excitement at this development.
“Now see here,” the referee begins but Rue shoots him a sweet smile.
“Tell me in the rules where doing this is a no-no,” Rue chirps in her twangy voice. The Brit raises a finger but his mind draws a blank. He grows quiet as Rue gets back to work.
Rue looks down at her squirming target and frowns. “This would be easier if--” The ginger grabs the ring between Hazeema’s breasts and rips it free to let them spill free. “That’s better!”
“No, it’s not!” Hazeema shrieks.
“Ssssh,” Rue adds with a smile. “Cows don’t scream.” She takes hold of the nipples and begins churning them again. “Moo for mama.”
“I will fucking end you with a vorpal kick to your neck!” the Canadian shrieks, but her face is growing redder and redder from humiliation and rage. “This is not wrestling, this it you trying to get to second base!”
“Oooooh, you want wrasslin’?” Rue cackles. She raises a hand and slams a heart punch into Hazeema’s chest. If she weren’t overtaken by how hard that hurt Hazeema might wonder at how strong this tiny woman actually is. Instead she gags and coughs as Rue Ann pulls her to her feet by her throat.
The diminutive villain slings Hazeema to the cables, her breast bouncing free of her one-piece. The manager-turned mauler bounds back and is caught by Rue Ann, who lifts her in a gorilla press, holds her momentarily, and then drops her in an over-the-knee backbreaker. The sound of air rushing from Hazeema’s lungs comes out in a gurgle. But Rue Ann is hardly done.
“Now, where was I? Oh yes.” The ginger grabs the material just above Hazeema’s navel on her one-piece and rip it down to near her crotch. Fans go wild by the Canuck seems too dazed to respond. Then, Rue’s right hand cups Hazeema’s right breast, pushing her down. Rue’s other hand dips into the bottom of Hazeema’s one-piece, her hungery fingers seeking out hidden treasure.
A sudden bulge in Hazeema’s eyes and slight gasp tells everyone Rue Ann found the “X” on Hazeema’s treasure map. While Rue Ann continues to push the backbreaker down, her hands seem on a different mission, eash massaging and teasing their captives with pleasure.
“Okay, that’s a low blow!” Worthington snaps. “Release her or--”
Rue Ann doesn’t even look up, she just continues to pleasure her captive as she speaks. “The FAWN Referee’s Guidebook states plainly in the chapter on ‘Disallowed Tactics’ that a low blow, including crotch claws, is anything that attacks the genitals between a fighter’s legs to inflict pain, externally or internally.” Rue Ann’s fingers, hidden under black fabric, dip slowly inside Hazeema who offers a soft, surprised moan. “Does that sound like she’s in pain?” Rue Ann asks with a smirk.
Again, the referee is dumbstruck and flustered. She is technically correct and while he could throw caution to the wind and DQ her, there’s no doubt it would play hell on his employment.
For her part, Hazeema is torn between the pain of her back being stretched out on a hard knee and the tingling of her nipple and warm pleasure radiating from her womanhood. Still, between moans her shaky lips let out, “I hate you.”
Rue clucks her tongue. “Sweetie, I’m trying to show you the fun we can have later, but if you’d rather me be less friendly.” Hazeema feels more fingers invade her, curling and digging nails into her secret flesh. Hazeema’s body was previously undulating and pumping against her will now descended into harsh shuddering, soft moans turn into fearful shrieks. Rue cups her behind the head and stands. “You’re about to see how good you had it,” MacKenna says as she raises her knee and lets Hazeema begin to slip towards another knee-based backbreaker.
Hazeema takes another knee to the spine but bears the pain and pushes off the canvas with her feet, rolling off the joint and landing one knee with a surprised Rue’s wrists in her possession. With breasts and teeth bared Hazeema takes the redhead’s right arm and twists it while stepping over to Rue’s left, trapping the limb behind her. Now facing the same side as Mackenna The DM&M hooks her right leg back and around the hillbilly’s left knee and falls to the side to roll herself onto her back and Mackenna onto her right arm. The jolt of her elbow being caught between the mat and her back makes Rue grimace and sit up instinctively, making it easy for McMurray to wrap her head between a tan calf and thigh and pull back Rue’s free hand by the wrist. Putting some serious torque on the ginger’s shoulder, elbows, and really working that neck.
MIXED BAG OF HOLDING
youtu.be/K4ySsmLI5Qg?t=59
“RRRRGF! Whatthefuck!!”
Mackenna’s eyes darted back and forth trying to make sense of the human pretzel she found herself in. Hazzema jostled and pulled at odd intervals making her bungled bully grumble and groan loudly. Feeling the cool recycled air on her nipples Hazeema felt another flush of anger and gave Rue’s neck some hurtful yanks.
“I’m going to teach you some professional courtesy!”
Not liking the twitching in Mackenna’s toes Worthington offers her an out, “do you want to call it, miss? No sense in getting injured on your first night back.”
Rue growls,” shut your sexy mouth!” and slowly inches her way to the ropes. The journey is excruciating but short; either by inexperience or a mistake done in anger Hazeema applied the hold a bit too close to a set of ropes, the Canadian pours on the pressure in the last moments making Rue Ann stifle a scream, but she manages to press the market going and home staying piggies on the bottom rope. Ref. Worthington claps his hands and says “break!”
Hazeema grits her teeth as she looks back at Worthington, then back to Rue Ann, then back to Worthington. The zebra sighs and holds up fingers. “One… two--”
Angrily, Hazeema releases the hold and somersaults back before hopping to her feet, but her desire to adhere to ring etiquette is tenuous at best. When it looks like Rue Ann might even hint at releasing the ropes, Hazeema closes the gap between them, reaching for Rue Ann’s arm.
MacKenna has other plans and slaps hard across her exposed breasts. It hurts, sure, but worse yet it elicits lecherous hoots from the fans and reminds her that the little Mountain Monster exposed her in her first FAWN match. Hazeema cradles her precious orbs and opens her mouth to protest. Apparently, that was what Rue Ann was hoping for.
A hand dives into Hazeema’s mouth, locking in a mandible claw. The Dungeon Mistress feels fingers dig hard into the meat under her tongue and it’s instantly eye-watering. Rue Ann takes a step to the side and pivots her hips, discus throwing Hazeema to the perpendicular set of ropes.
The Nerd Girl Favorite slams, shoulders first, into the middle rope and rubs her jaw. She sees MacKenna charge immediately but this tactic hardly knocked the sense from McMurray. A boot meets Rue’s jaw as she charges, forcing her to stumble back.
MacKenna’s head turns just in time to receive another kick across her jaw. Spit flies from her mouth as Rue Ann falters and cedes more ground to her fiery attacker. This seems to fuel Hazeema.
“Finally, something out of your mouth besides the usual bullshit!” McMurray says. She notices Rue Ann seems momentarily stunned. Then her eyes trail down to Rue Ann’s large milky breasts. How they stay in the barely-there modified wrestling singlet is anyone’s guess but, looking down at her own goods, Hazeema just feels angrier. It’s time to even this.
Hazeena grabs the straps of Rue’s singlet and flings them aside, letting them fall down the redhead’s shoulders and spill forth her large rack. It… it is a nice rack, Hazeema finds a voice in her head admitting. In fact, they’d probably be fun--
The defiant DM shakes that thought from her head. No, Rue’s going to pay. First, the slap. A deep red handprint lingers on the side of Rue Ann’s left tit after Hazeema brings her open palm down against it with a thunderous crack. Rue moans in pain, and the next slap against the right gets a yelp.
Hands dart out and claw into the firm flesh of Rue’s breasts, cranking and twisting. Rue looks fit to cry, her face growing red. “How do you like it? Turnabout’s fair play,” Hazeema laughs. Rue’s hands grab at hers but Hazeema digs her nails in, causing her captive’s mitts to fall helplessly at her side. “I guess you did give me a LITTLE bit of pleasure,” Hazeema begrudgingly admits as her thumbs begin to caress Rue Ann’s pert, pink nipples, but she never releases the claw hold.
“I… Iiiiiii….” Rue Ann whimpers, looking ready to sob.
Hazeema yanks her closer by her pleasurable handles. “Oh, big tough Rue Ann! Is the challenge rating of this encounter too high? Can’t take it?”
But Rue Ann’s face immediately screws. There’s still pain there. Agony even. But also a devilish grin. Before Hazeema can react, Rue Ann’s arms wrap around her tightly in a bearhug and pulls her closer, breasts to breasts.
“Oh, Hazeema,” Rue purrs. “There’s a lot I plan on taking tonight.” Hazeema digs her nails in harder and starts to protest but Rue Ann slams her mouth against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Hazeema feels her ears burning with confusion, embarrassment, and perhaps a little bit of the pleasure that comes with a first kiss. Her brain races to explain this away. No, that’s not it. Still, Rue Ann’s soft skin does feel very, very nice against hers. And she smells surprisingly sweet. It’s all dizzying.
Then she feels a knee against her crotch. Not grinding painfully, just gently rubbing. Hazeema, unsure how to react, fights against impulse to pull away but finds herself failing. At least, until she feels Rue Ann lift her up and drop her body, crotch first, into her knee. Agony shoots up from the tender meat but Rue Ann holds one with arms and lips, lifting her toy again and attempting a belly-to-belly suplex. Hazeema tries to free herself, or at least her tongue from Rue’s but the redhead’s arms are strong and her tongue too wily. Popping her hips with force of a cannon Mackenna launches the High Caster overhead, their mouths separating with and audible “pop!” McMurray soars wide eyed and crashes on the mat back first, the impact of her landing sending ripples through her still naked teats.
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With an angry howl Hazeema sits up with a hand at the small of her back and tries to scurry to her feet before-BAM! A brawny clothesline connects with the back of her head, Hazeema’s nose hits the mat with a thud and Hazerema is half-conscious as she limply feels for a break. Slipping her foot under the rookie’s belly Rue flips Hazeema onto her back before going into a kneeling straddle above her navel, Rue threads her fingers between the Maple Back’s and stretches her arms straight ahead as she leans forward to envelope Hazeema’s face in alabaster juggs. Recognizing a pin the official slaps the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
Hazeema raises an fist in the air along with her shoulder, hands still intertwined with MacKenna’s, The High Caster still has a faceful of boob but she has a little breathing room. Mackenna grins and shimmys her shoulders, battering the Canuck’s face with her gurls,” Get back down there.” Rue gets the crowd on her side by forcing Hazeema back to the canvas with a barrage of titty slaps, pressing them hard and deep into Hazeema’s features once she’s spine to pine. Worthington counts once again.
ONE!
TWO!!
Hazeema raises her other fist! Still connected to an increasingly irritated Mackenna, Hazeema can do more than muffle out a “n-noo!” when Rue gives her another boob buffeting. This time when Hazeema’s flat she rolls her shoulders to get her baps REALLY settled around the nerd’s face, “Stay. Down.”
ONE- Hazeema raises both fists!!!
She has both shoulders clear and is slowly sitting up, pushing the yankee farm girl back. Still blinded by boob but mouth clear McMurray huffs,” you don’t have the goods to smother me out, junior Mac!”
A dark expression takes over Rue’s face and she slams McMurray’s hands against the canvas with seemingly no effort. Crawling up her curvy form Rue Ann presses her pelvis against Hazeema’s features in an innovative smother and swishes her hips in taut figure eights to rile up the crowd and embarrass this northern pole jockey.
“You think I don’t got the goods?” Rue Ann’s Kentucky accent grows thicker in her anger, not caring whether or not the squirming girl could hear her. She punctuated each word of her sentence with a hard thrust, pingponging with Hazeema’s head between her mound and the mat.
“YOU! WILL! RESPECT MY! GURLS!”
Rue gives one more grinding swirl to McMurray’s face before crawling off the ragdolled Canadian.
Rue Ann’s face is as red as her hair as she peers down at the splayed out rookie. A small voice in her mind tells her this might be the best time to end the match. That’s also the same voice that encourages fair play and sympathy and, as usual, Rue chooses to ignore it. She stomps Hazeema in the stomach, causing the Canadian to jolt up from the mat. As Hazeema’s head rockets up, Rue Ann cocks back a fist and cracks her across the jaw. McMurray slams back to the mat, dazed and in agony.
The ref, feeling a sudden shift in Rue’s personality, forces himself to speak up. “No closed fists, McKenna.”
If Rue Ann hears him she shows no sign. She is seething with hate as she bends down and pulls Hazeema up to her feet. “I’ve been really nice to you so far,” Rue Ann hisses. “I’ve been making allotments for how new you are in the ring. But you wanna talk tough? You wanna play with big girls?” She picks Hazeema up in a belly-to-belly bearhug that crushes Hazeema’s ribs, forcing out a cry. “Then welcome to your first professional loss, little girl!”
In a single motion Rue pushes Hazeema up on her shoulder in a carry. The Kentucky girl breaks into a sprint across the ring, finally lobbing Hazeema over the top rope. FAWNatics gasp in horror as they watch the good girl clumsily tossed, landing with her back eating the guardrail holding the front row back into safety. It’s a pain Hazeema hadn’t expected, a pain you don’t know until you feel it the first time.
Hazeema leans on that same guardrail for some form of support, her own legs feeling rubbery and weak. She hears the fans cry out. Sure enough, a voice of a woman in the audience directly behind her shrieks, “MOVE, HAZEEMA!” Instead, Hazeema’s head lolls up in time to see Rue Ann’s body flying over the top rope, coming down at her.
It isn’t until the impact that Hazeema realizes what’s going on. The barricade pushes back a few feet as Rue’s soaring body crushes her further into it. McMurray’s back screams in pain, sending jolts throughout her body. Rue seemingly lands on her feet, so to speak, and merely pushes away. When Hazeema slumps forward as her legs refuse to hold her up, her gut is met with a punch fueled by pure rage. The dark haired Canadian’s eyes bulge and she sinks to her knees. Outwardly, Hazeema betrays no emotion beyond the pain she feels. Inwardly, though, there’s panic. Rue seems stronger now and definitely more brutal. She hadn’t trained for this. She hadn’t even considered being on the outside of the ring in her first match.
Hazeema feebly stands up and sends a few punches at Rue. One connects to Rue’s cheek but she doesn’t react, only glares angrily. The redhead bear-swats her across the head, knocking Hazeema off her own footing and topping to the side. But Rue Ann doesn’t let her hit the floor. Instead, she catches her and slings her over her shoulders in a torture rack. It’s a dizzying whirlwind, the pain and the movement, and Hazeema barely has time to take it in. But when she does gather herself, she sees the ring post directly in front of her.
SLAM!
Rue Ann pivots her hips, driving Hazeema’s forehead into the ring post. She pivots again, cleaning Hazeema’s clock once more. And then a third time for a full system reboot. The dark beauty’s head sags down. She’s not out, but part of her desperately wants to be.
She’s trying to kill me! screams a voice inside Hazeema. Again, no emotion is betrayed, although that’s partly because she’s too dazed at this point.
For Rue, the anger is only rising. She does manage to look up at the British official, who has five fingers up. That’s a generous slow count, Rue Ann tells herself. Still, she’s not done and she’s not letting this end on a count out. She glances to the side and ses the steel steps.
Rue Ann offers the first smile she’s had in a little while. The fans who see it feel their blood run cold.
The Hillbilly strides over the steps and grunts to Hazeema. “You look tired. Let me put you down for a fast nap.” Hazeema’s brain meats are too scrambled to fully get what’s being threatened - a fact Rue Ann doesn’t help as she drops Hazeema down on the top step, skull-cap first, in a sloppy burning hammer.
BURNING HAMMER:
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Anyone with common sense, or even a sense of decency, knows Rue Ann would have a very good chance of ending the match here. She could simply roll Hazeema into the ring and go for the pin. Hazeema might pop up, true, but common ring decency would say to at least try.
Rue Ann isn’t known for decency. She pulls the spaced out fighter up by her black tresses and strips Hazeema’s torn ring gear down - not completely off, just leaving it at her knees. She uses it to drag the downed fighter a few feet away, then reaches over and pulls the steps from the ring. Hell’s favorite Hillbilly flips the steps around so the ascending steps face the ring. She then places Hazeema down on her knees where she immediately slides down a little. Rue Ann drapes Hazeema’s gorgeous sweater meat over the top of the steps and pushes her head to the side.
“Don’t want that noggin in the way,” Rue Ann assures the crushed fighter.
By the time Rue Ann finally gets back into the ring, the official is at eight.
“Okay, Rue Ann,” Worthington says, trying to sound commanding. “Give her room to get back into the ring.”
Rue Ann looks at the official and laughs a deep, cruel cackle that doesn’t match her usual soprano voice. The ginger scales the turnbuckles, climbs to the top of the ring post, and launches herself…
Coming down on Hazeema’s tits in a double foot-stomp against the top of the steel steps. It’s like a jump start and Hazeema shrieks. Rue’s bare feet crush the large mounds like dough before she hops down from the steps. Hazeema slides off the metal, hugging her wounded boobs close to her. Her body shudders involuntarily and tears are welling in her eyes. It’s just so much pain all over. She can’t concentrate on anything but the pain, even though she knows she desperately needs to escape Rue Ann.
The Kentucky brawler cups Hazeema’s chin and lifts her face so their eyes can meet. “You are never going to forget this night,” Rue Ann promises. “You are going to have nightmares about me and what I can do to your body if I want to. You should have just kept me happy. Now I have to teach you to be respectful.” The tone of Rue’s words isn’t rage, although she’s obviously still seething. It’s a serial killer calm that reinforces Hazeema’s sinking feeling of being in complete danger and, worse yet, a new feeling she’s never really experienced.
Being completely under someone else’s control.
Rue pulls Hazeema up from behind in a tight bearhug. It hurts but the Canadian just can’t even vocalize anymore. Her body flops like a Raggedy Ann doll being mauled by a wild dog. And when Rue Ann drops her, stomach first, over the guard rail, she barely reacts. It hurts but Hazeema is just so exhausted and, try as she might, her limbs won’t respond.
She feels hands cupping her breasts. She tenses for whatever cruelty Rue Ann is about to do to her prides and joy. But instead, she hears Rue Ann’s voice bellow behind her, “What the FUCK do you think you are doing?!”
Hazeema’s head pushes up. She sees a man sitting in front of her, nervously pulling his hands away. The people on either side of him give him rage-filled glares. Slowly the gears turn in Hazeema’s head and she realizes just who was touching her.
Again, Rue’s voice booms behind her. “What the FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” The man stammers, looking at the fuming ginger. Rue Ann pulls Hazeema to her feet and gently sits her down on the concrete outside the ring before looking back at the stammering fan. Rue Ann doesn’t let him offer his poor excuses as she leans over the guard rail. “You don’t touch the wrestlers, fuck-face! You don’t touch me!” She points to Hazeema. “You don’t touch her! You don’t touch anyone! This isn’t a strip club in the backwoods where anything goes! This is a wrestling event! No matter what we do, you don’t EVER fucking touch us!”
Hazeema tilts her head. Rue… Rue’s protecting her dignity?
The man whimpers, “But they were right there!”
Rue’s eyes go wild as she slams a punch right between the man’s thighs. He screams like a 12 year old girl caught in a wheat thresher.
“They were right there,” she mocks. Again, Rue Ann points to Hazeema. “Apologize to her. Apologize to Hazeema. You owe her at least that much.”
The man, tears welling up, looks down at Hazeema and croaks an apology. Rue Ann looks down at her opponent. “Can you get in the ring or do you need help?” Rue’s voice is suddenly soft and concerned, although McMurray understandably has trouble trusting it.
“I’ll… I’ll get in the ring,” Hazeema replies.
Rue looks back at the man, noticing security finally rushing down to grab him. She smiles sweetly. “Now stick out your hand so I can give it a slap,” she says almost flirtatiously. The man suddenly relaxes and holds up his hand. Hazeema sees Rue snatch the man’s hand by the wrist. For reasons Hazeema will never know, she instinctively looks away when she sees Rue Ann lace the hand between the bars of the guard rail. McMurray is slowly crawling, barely oozing, into the ring when she hears a sickening snap and fans gasp behind her.
Hazeema doesn’t look back.
She slumps to the mat, breathing heavily, aching all over. Outside the ring Hazeema hears a commotion. She pushes her head up to see Rue Ann having pulled the male fan over the barricade, cradling an obviously broken wrist, and shoving him to security. She hears Rue yelling at them, “Why weren’t you here? You should have been here before she hit a barricade in case one of these animals tried to touch her!” Rue Ann gestures to Hazeema in the ring. “She shouldn’t have been touched by a fan, you idiots!”
The security team fumble with explanations as they heave the sobbing fan to his feet. Rue holds up her hands. “No, fuckers. Don’t apologize to me. You apologize to her.” She shakes her head, turning and putting the steps back against the ring. “Fucking idiots.” The High Caster clutches the cables and pulls herself up, trying to be ready for Rue Ann before she can get into the ring.
The suddenly protective Mackenna pushes up the top rope with one hand and steps through the gap. Walking up to the wilting Canuck with hands on hips and a much cooler expression than earlier, “you good?”
Shaking off the mental whiplash from the rapid series of painful and embarrassing events to the redhead defending her honor , and answers in the affirmative. Pulling up her torn ring gear to cover some measure of modesty McMurray pushes herself off the ropes on unsteady feet., “I’m pert, Elisha Cuthbert. Back to chorin’” Hazeema puts up two trembling fists that couldn’t threaten a hemophiliac.
Rue Ann raises an eyebrow, “if you wanna lie on the mat I’ll just pin ya, no point in me putting your career in the dirt before the night’s over.”
The DM&M gets some fire back in her and takes a firm step forward, “I’m not laying down for anybody, especially not in my first match, buddy! Sorry for getting terse, and thanks for your help with that degen…”
Rue cracks a lopsided, incredulous smile at being confronted, apologized to, and thanked in one sentence. “No problem… Dwayne Jonhson, fans get handsy they lose fingers. But if you don’t take the out I’m givin’ you, you’re getting a meat shower.”
“Good thing I brought some salt and pepper!” Hazeema throws a limp arm across her abused chest and slings a chop against Mackenna’s proud bosom, much of her strength sapped at this point the blow barely causes a ripple in the hillbilly’s alabaster skin. The second has even less pep than first, not even getting the pavlovian “Wooo!” from the disheartened audience. If the Kentucky filly was capable of pity inside in the ring she is certain she would be feeling it now, the battered rookie’s blows just glance off an unresisting American chassis. An errant blow knocks the lip of her one-piece slightly askew and Rue fires back a mid strength chop in response, her palm audibly slapping against Hazeema’s sweater fillers. The pigtailed brunette throws her head back with a cry and falls to one knee cradling her breasts, Reggie starts to step in but Mackenna stops him with a raised hand, “I’ll end it now, let her lose like a wrestler.”
Taking a pigtail in hand, Rue makes Hazeema walk on her knees closer to a ring corner, pulls back a fist and punches down, clouting Hazeema on a cheek bone knocking the Dungeon Master on her face with nary a protest.
Rue Ann climbs the turnbuckles to the top of the ring post then looks down at the splayed out fighter. “You tried,” Rue says almost sympathetically. “You just aren’t ready for me yet. But be proud of how far ya came.” With that, Rue Ann launches from the top of the ring post and lands, ass first, into Hazeema’s belly. The Canadian folds up, yelling in pain. Rue Ann wraps an arm around Hazeema’s face and forces her face into her milky cleavage, completing Rue’s Kentucky Meat Shower finisher. But, there’s a slight change. Her free left hand dives between Hazeema’s legs, slipping into her holiest of holies. If she weren’t muffled, Hazeema might gasp in pleasure or shock. Rue smiles down at her.
“Ya ain’t gonna be awake long enough to really ‘get there,’” she says as her fingers work. A pleasant feeling spreads up Hazeema’s body as she feels darkness creeping from the smother. “But I figured you deserved something nice when all’s said and done.” Rue Ann tightens the arm behind Hazeema’s head, crushing the Canuck’s nose into her breasts. “If ya wanna beer after this - or an unofficial rematch or your boo-boos deeply kissed - I usually hang out on the roof after shows.” She winks. “Hopefully you’ll wake up sometime tonight and not tomorrow.”
With that, Rue throws her head back and enjoys the hot breath on her breasts and the feeling of writhing beneath her. McMurray squirms like a worm on hook but to no avail, her entire world is the expanse of Rue Ann warm, silky tits and the feeling of the hillbilly’s fingers playing her like a Fazioli Aria. A twitch of Rue’s digits makes Hazeema squeal into breast meat, making the redhead giggle and roll her shoulders into the front sleeper,” You’re starting to like this aren’t Yuuuahh!!!”
With the blood of the(fantasy) elves pounding in her ears Hazeema digs down deep and lurches to the left! Using Rue’s precarious balance against her she flips themselves over, pressing Rue’s shoulders to the canvas and pressing down on the pits of the yankee’s knees. As Worthington dives for the count Hazeema pops her face from Rue’s cleavage and gulps in air like she just ran a marathon, the Canuck’s red, vacant face, looking in two places two places at once is directly above the American’s shocked expression.
ONE!!!
TW-! Rue flexes her farm strong legs bucking off Hazeema like a drunk girl on a mechanical bull. The Northern Coalitionite soars and skips across the mat till she flips onto her belly, instantly poping onto elbows and knees to keep her weight off her already bruising puppies. Mackenna kips up sending a jiggle through her all American rack and she’s equal parts impressed and surprised.
“Alright. Okay,” Rue nods to herself, “challenge accepted.”
Rue Ann takes the opening of her ring togs in hand and throws them aside setting her bounty free! Be they villains or heroes, Floridians and wrestling fans in general will always cheer for a pair of Baldwins. With breasts bobbling with each step Mackenna steps to a still prostrated McMurray, pulling her up straight by the Fuck-Me handles. Speaking firmly into Hazeema’s half lidded face, “you’re gonna hate this,” and easily takes her overhead in a gorilla press. Pumping her arms once, twice, she shoves Hazeema into the air, getting a shocking elevation. As the newbie descends Mackenna leaps up, taking the brunette by the back of the head while pulling in her legs. When they hit the mat Hazeema’s juggs land full force onto Rue’s kneecaps concaving them and overloading the Canadian’s brain with agony, the rookie bounces off the joints and onto her side in a sad heap.
Rue lays on the mat and turns on her side to face her opponent with a hand on her hip, elbow pointed up and speaks plainly.
"You want this dragged out, I can drag it out. Wanna rethink your choices?"
McMurray gives no indication she’s able to hear her at first, staring blankly into nothingness with her mouth hanging open. Blinking she licks her molars checking for blood and nods her head once, as much as she with one cheek against the canvas.
“Good girl. Just ride it out.”
Mackenna leisurely goes to her feet and pulls Hazeema to her knees in front her. Cupping her naked breasts, the redhead gives them an unnecessary adjustment before disappearing Hazeema’s head in a front sleeper. Gripping her own elbows for extra crushing power, Rue wrings out the last ebb of life out of the debuting manager. Only waiting the briefest amount of time allowable before checking for consciousness Referee Reginald Worthington III raises Hazeema’s wrist in the air. It falls once. Twice. Three times and that's it!
“Your winner by knockout… RUE ANN MACKENNA!!!”
The brawny yet brilliant brawler releases her prey and McMurray slowly slides down Mackenna’s form till she’s resting against her right hip. Balling up her hands Rue pops her hip to the side with a playful shimmy and lets McMurray teeter to the floor. Stepping around the Canadian puddle Rue takes center ring and gets her raised, with a peaceful smile she gives her review of the new meat as boos cascade around her.
“She’s got the bod and the moves! Once I leave enough handprints on her ass, she’ll have the grit!”
Once Worthington lets go of her wrist Rue Ann walks over and stands above the still crumpled McMurray, hand under her chin and the other under her elbow.
‘Hmmmmmdoesn’t feel right beatin’ on ya, there’s punching down and then there’s PUNCHING DOWN. I’d love to test drive those curves but that pig in the first row ruined the mood. But you gotta get a FAWN welcome somehow… I got it!”
Reaching down Rue relieves McMurray of her black ankle boots and throws them haphazardly over each shoulder, Reggie has to duck to keep from getting a heel to the mouth. Working the tattered remains of Hazeema’s custommade ring gear down her body Rue Ann tuggs them free off the Canuck’s legs and tucks them into the left opening of her one-piece by the under boob. Not satisfied Mackenna manipulates Hazeema’s unconscious body so she’s face down, ass up to add the brunette’s Lord of The Rings themed thong to her collection, but halts to take stock of what's before her.
“Damn! I’m proud to be the new owner of these cheeks!” Mackenna gives the Alberta rump roast some big, groping squeezes before giving the glutes a clapping swat. Placing the purloined panties by her right underboob Rue Ann rolls out the ring and saunters up the ramp, exploding from the curtains and down the ramp were Hazaama’s teammates in The Northern Coalition. La Sombra is a burgundy streak as she runs into the ring to check on her friend, Olunike is at more of a jogger’s pace. Her stone hard eyes and stern expression meeting Rue’s, giving a silent warning on route to her found family.
Mackenna yells over her shoulder nonchalantly, “When she wakes up tell her I got a beer waiting for her on the roof!’ before heading into the back to celebrate her victory.