Post by samiamnot on May 4, 2020 4:41:02 GMT
Content Warning: this match gets bloodier than most FAWN matches do.
TANVI SAXENA:
Tanvi Saxena stands at the lip of FAWN’s entrance ramp, fighting down waves of giddy excitement and butterflies. She’s been wrestling for years - a star in the Asian circuits - but this is her first U.S. match. She’d watched FAWN since she was honestly too young to be doing so and being here was a surreal dream. Still, it was also a little scary and lonely.
As if willed into existence by the universe, a familiar friendly German voice speaks behind her. “I’d heard you were sullying my new country so I had to come see for myself.
Tanvi’s face beams with a wide, white smile as she turns as sees her old friend, Aloisia Berge.
ALOISIA BERGE:
“Well, look what the tit-fairy dragged in,” Tanvi laughs, cupped Aloisia’s generous rack. “Are these bigger?”
Aloisia blushes and pulls away. “Yes,” she grumbles. “Not that you’re hurting in that department.”
“Are you embarrassed?” Tanvi asks. “You wrestle in FAWN. It’s like an orgy that happened to turn into a wrestling show.”
The Polynesian woman smirks. “Is that why you joined? Run out of laps to ride in Japan?”
“Har har,” Tanvi mocks. “I’ve missed you, y’know. It’s been years. In fact, right before you joined here.”
Berge looks down, ashamed. “I know. I got here and became busy. I’m awful at staying in touch.”
“Well, I’m here now,” the Hindi fighter sings. “And seeing you right before my first match is a wonderful sign of luck, I think.” She gives Aloisia a long hug. “I really have missed you. You were the best tag partner I ever had.”
“We had maybe ten tag matches,” Aloisia replies.
“Doesn’t mean you weren’t my best partner,” Tanvi retorts. She pulls back. “We need to catch up. I want to hear all about your adventures.”
Aloisia forces a smile, then says, “Tanvi, I do want to warn you. FAWN is a bit of a wild place. I know you’re used to extreme violence, but here--”
“I’ve been in gropey sex wrestling shows before,” the Amazon laughs. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure it will be,” the Islander continues, “but this place has a way of getting to you.”
Tanvi’s expression becomes concerned. “Are you okay? Is there some--”
A PA walks up. “You’re on in 30 seconds,” he says.
Tanvi’s eyes flash. “RIGHT!” She looks back to Aloisia. “We’ll continue this tonight over drinks?”
Aloisia nods and hugs her friend. “Break a leg.”
Tanvi nods. “Only if my opponent forces me to,” she says with a wink.
The FAWNatics setting into their seats as the FAWN ring crew do a between-match check on the squared circle, cleaning the canvas and tightening the turnbuckles. When the last ring attendant scurries into the wings, the announcer speaks up.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest introduces two more new faces to the FAWN roster!” The promise of new talent always inspires cheers, and the announcer continues. “First, hailing from London, England… standing at five feet, eleven inches and one hundred fifty-three pounds… TAVNI SAXENA!”
“LOVE ME OR HATE ME” BY LADY SOVEREIGN
The curtains, part and a tall, dark-skinned woman with long silky black hairs appears into view. Her long, curvy figure is hugged by a black pin-striped one piece with a white dress shirt collar and a diamond-shaped peekaboo hole over her cleavage. Her well-polished black boots glint in the arena lighting, and her eyes and smile shine even brighter.
Hardcore wrestling fans know who she is on sight. Tavni Saxena has been making a name for herself in the various Asian wrestling markets for the last seven years, from Tokyo to India. Known for her positive outlook and willingness to meet anyone, anywhere, in any kind of match, videos of Tavni in Hell in the Cell matches to elevated rings wrapped in barbwire to others of a more adult and sensual nature have slowly but surely leaked their way to foreign markets through file sharing and online media.
She saunters down the aisle like a runway model, offering a dignified wave and smile to the cheering fans who call out to her. Tavni even slaps hands and hugs a few elated attendees. A pan of the crowd shows a mixture of faces of people confused about who this woman is and others who are stunned to see her finally in the U.S. market.
Tavni steps onto the skirt of the ring and bounds over the top rope. She raises her arms and blows a kiss to all in attendance before going to a corner and letting the referee pat her down.
After a few moments, the speaker crackles back to life. “And her opponent! … from Baltimore, Maryland… standing foot-seven inches tall and weighing one-hundred and forty-eight pounds…” There is a notable pause as if the announcer is taken aback a moment, but it’s only for a moment before he gamely continues. “THE PRISONER, JESSICA WALKER!”
JESSICA WALKER:
“PIGGY” BY NINE INCH NAILS
The curtains don’t so much as part as a figure simply walks through them without a care to move them. The woman standing there is a sturdy, curvy woman with lightly tanned skin and intense dark eyes. Though starkly beautiful, with long, slightly wavy black hair, her attire is strange and only raises questions.
What had once clearly been an orange prison jumpsuit has been cut apart and tailored into a two-piece affair, the top a tied-off crop-top that shows off both generous cleavage and a taut stomach and the bottoms a loose pair of shorts. Both the sleeves and legs have been rolled up to show off smooth, sturdy arms and thick legs, as well as the hint of a lacy black bra and panties. Shiny black wrestling boots that reach right past her ankles round out her gear, as well as the taped wrists and fingers.
That is all strange enough, but then there are the long chain handcuffs and ankle manacles.
Many FAWNatics can only gape, but a few among the crowd, older fans, let out a round of gasps and confused muttering. They know the name ‘Jessica Walker’ and they know her accomplishments in the ring in what seems like a lifetime ago. Most of all, though, they know of the Incident when the woman standing before them killed a wrestler right in the middle of the squared circle.
If the talking, the stares, the gasps affect Jessica, she gives no indication. Instead, her piercing gaze is locked on Tavni as she waits in her corner. The chains jingle as Walker starts forward down the aisle, and the few fans brave enough to reach out to the former fan favorite to try to reconnect are blatantly ignored. By the time Walker hits ringside, the mutterings turn into misgivings, for it’s clear that the Jessica Walker anyone remembered from the ring isn’t the woman before them.
Walker jangles up the corner stairs with a spry step before slipping through the ring ropes. When the referee approaches with a wary look, Jessica silently holds out a key, and when he takes it gingerly, she only raises her cuffs. She clearly isn’t looking at the ref at all save out of the corner of her eyes. Even when he stands right in front of her, Walker’s eyes stare through him, never deviating from the tall London native across the ring from her.
The ref visibly gulps before undoing the cuffs and leg manacles, then he hands the mass of chains off to a ring attendant. Finally, he makes a quick show of checking for foreign objects, but it’s clear he wants to be done and away as fast as he can.
Tavni stares, surprised. She hadn’t been told who she’d face in her debut match but she certainly knows Jessica Walker. Doing her best to divorce what the woman did in the ring, she’d been an amazing star. As a young kid watching wrestling, Tavni had known her work. There is a creeping concern about being in the ring with a woman who, intentionally or not, ended another woman’s life and brazenly didn’t care. But, Tavni reminds herself, if she’s here it means she’s paid her debt. It means FAWN vetted her. And surely FAWN wouldn’t let any random psycho in the ring.
Then Tavni remembers the FAWN Jumbotron incident from almost fifteen years before.
Still, Saxena is not and has never been one to shrink from fight or fighter, nor not give someone their due. To the horror of the fans, the tall woman strides across the ring and offers her hand. “Ms. Walker, it is an honor to face you,” Tavni says. “I hope we both have an amazing contest and leave the fans floored.”
Walker stares at Tavni, with no readable emotion on her face. Fans beg Tavni to return to her corner, expecting the worst. Finally, Jessica speaks.
“You don't get respect in the yard by shaking hands, Ms. Saxena. You get it by showing your dominance.”
Tavni withdraws her hand. “Right,” she replies. “Well, still, it’s an honor.” She returns to her corner and awaits the bell.
The referee looks back and forth at both women, obviously not excited about this contest. Finally, he gestures to the timekeeper’s table and the bell is rung.
Both women march from their rings, staring intently, but it’s obvious to Tavni that Walker is studying her every move. The line about velociraptors testing a fence for weakness in Jurassic Park pops into Tavni’s mind for some reason. She holds up a hand for a test of strength because, frankly, she needs to test Jessica, too.
Walker’s brow furrows just a hair at the raised hand, the first real show of any emotion from the Prisoner, and she smiles just a hair as she takes Tavni’s hand. The apparent show of confidence seems a bit misplaced, as Tavni is both taller and heavier with a deep knowledge of technical wrestling, but Jessica seems fearless as, her stance wide, the two women slowly clasp their other hands together. Just as they begin the test proper, Walker’s eyes narrow.
“Show me everything, Ms. Saxena,” she half-whispers, voice dripping with intensity. “Don’t disappoint me.”
If the strange statement phases the Hindi woman, she doesn’t let it show as the struggle begins. It’s just one more challenge that Tavni has walked into head-on. Unlike any normal test of strength, it is clear to everyone watching that this is as much a match of positioning and technique as raw power. It’s a truly back-and-forth affair. While Walker is clearly as proficient as she was in the prime of her career a decade before, if not more so, that edge in skill is small over Saxena’s own technical prowess, and once Tavni’s superior leverage and strength come into play, it’s clear that neither woman is going to win through either skill or might.
It comes to a head finally as both women lean in for a final play at control, palms flat, arms straining against one another, chests shoved together. It looks as if Tavni is about to finally get the upper hand as she starts to lean Jessica back, but suddenly, in a crisp technical move, Walker falls back, keeping their hands locked as she kicks up with a boot. The sacrifice throw sends Saxena crashing against the mat, and Walker immediately rolls through to straddle the Hindi woman’s chest…
But that position of dominance lasts a split-second as Tavni kicks off the mat with her strong right leg, and the pair wind up rolling to where now Tavni is on top. A smile graces her face at coming out on top, but it’s gone a moment later when Walker abruptly bridges up, bucking with the strength of her whole body. Saxena is forced off, and the two expert grapplers break away then, each rolling a safe space from the other before coming up in near-identical open-handed stances.
The faint smile on Walker’s face only seems to grow a hair.
The women circle each other, never breaking eye contact. For once, the arena is deathly quiet as no one seems to know how to handle this match. Both women raise their arms for a lock-up, but Tanvi bolts in. Jessica prepares to meet the younger woman shoulder to shoulder but instead Tanvi ducks down to the ex-con’s right. Jutting her own left leg out, Tanvi thrusts her left elbow square between Walker’s shoulder blades and uses all the force she can muster to spill the woman forward. Jessica slams face-first into the mat.
But Saxena wastes no time. She lands onto Jessica’s back, grabbing and wrenching the downed woman’s left wrist behind her back. Tanvi’s other hand scoops under Jessica’s lower right leg, yanking it up and back as far as she can. The Hindi fighter drives the point home by placing a knee in Jessica’s back, grinding all her weight down onto it.
Jessica stares forward. Her face won’t betray it, but she is surprised at the younger fighter’s tactic. She didn’t go for the obvious attempt to meet her head-on in a “fair” contest. She tricked her and is trying to put her away.
Good, Jessica thinks to herself. Very good.
Saxena redoubles the pressure, which only elicits a pained hiss between Walker’s lips. But unlike many less experienced wrestlers, the former wrestling prodigy feels no panic. It’s all a game of leverage and picking the moment to pull. After riding out another pull, Jessica waits for Tavni to relax before another wrench, and that’s when she pulls forward. Though not as strong as the Hindi fighter, Walker is no slouch and she manages to lurch the two of them forward just enough to catch the bottom rope with her fingers.
Tavni, ever respectful of the rules, lets the hold go with a clean break, but she realizes just how skillfully timed that escape was, and just how much of a resistance to pain her opponent must have. Unlike many, she stays close, just far enough for the ref’s benefit as Jessica quickly pulls herself to a vertical base. In an effort to keep up the pressure, Saxena swoops in the moment the ref steps aside, looping a strong arm around Walker’s head to cinch in a side headlock.
You control the head, you control the body. Wrestling 101.
But the moment Tavni leads Jessica away from the ropes to set up for a takedown, the Prisoner immediately drives an elbow into the Hindi girl’s solid gut. Tanvi grits her teeth as she takes the shot, surprised at just how hard the blow was, and before she can re-cinch the hold, Jessica slips back just enough to be able to drive a fist right into Saxena’s kidney.
That broke the hold neatly as Tavni shudders from the shot, but she shows how tough she is by not letting out a shout of pain. Instead, favoring that side, she breaks off, something that Walker is surprisingly quick to allow. Both women collecting a few new bruises and aches, they begin another round of wary circling.
“You’re impressing me, Ms. Saxena,” Jessica offers in that same hard, clipped voice. “You’re unpredictable, technically sound.” She opens her arms as if to offer a clean collar-and-elbow tie-up. “I want to see more.”
Usually, women like Tanvi like to talk and gab. There is no reply, just a steely stare. It almost gives Jessica hope.
Tanvi lunges, grabbing at Jessica but the Prisoner catches her arm and twists it behind her back.
Jessica clucks her tongue. “I expec--” The critique is cut short by a hard boot heel slamming into Jessica’s knee. This is followed by Tavni’s head rocketing backward into Jessica’s nose. The hardened vet is caught off guard as the dark beauty spins around and manages to twist Jessica’s arm behind her back. Saxena allows no time for banter, instead stepping to the side and driving a knee into Jessica’s cut. It’s strong and fierce, and Walker doubles over. Jessica has barely folded down before Tavni grabs her by the bottoms, takes a few fast steps, and slings her into the corner like a bouncer ousting a drunk.
Jessica’s shoulder eats the ring post, but her smile is almost full. Maybe good girls in wrestling weren’t what they were once. Maybe I’ve found where I belong. Still, it’s time to take control. And no matter how strong Tanvi is, there are some places everyone is soft.
Tanvi charges the vet for a shoulder block, but Jessica whirls around and throws her hand at Tanvi’s eyes. The Asian favorite has no time to stop before slamming into the eye rake/gouge combo that is met immediately with a closed fist to the side of her temple. The official doesn’t even have time to scold Jessica for the multiple rules she’s broken in a single second before Walker sneaks behind Saxena and hugs around her waist. She lifts the larger woman a good foot off the mat before spilling her forward into the corner. The top turnbuckle hits Tanvi in the lower throat but that wasn’t the target. The real pain comes from her Tanvi’s open mouth, specifically her upper teeth, gums, and nose slams hard into the top of the ring post.
Tanvi pulls away, shoving Jessica to the side and trying to regain her vision. To her credit, she’s not clutching her face or eyes, keeping her arms open to intercept an attack. Too bad she can’t fully see what’s coming.
As Tanvi guards high, the Prisoner goes low, deftly ducking to secure the London native’s right leg. As Walker hooks the knee, Tanvi struggles to correct, but she is still blind, hurting, disoriented, and so Walker manages to get her foe off-balance. What would normally have been a simple takedown, however, is precisely spaced by the ex-con to drop the back of the big woman’s already aching head on the top of the turnbuckle.
Hands going to guard and soothe her ringing skull as she starts to slump into the corner, Tanvi just tries to cover up as best she can as her vision starts to clear, but she can’t guard everything at once. When she guards her head, Jessica slams a boot into her gut, driving deep into her breadbasket, and when Tanvi tries to push her away, she collects a hard, open-handed slap across the cheek for her troubles.
And that’s when the ref decides to finally brave the storm. “Walker, you’ve got a five-count to break!” Unfortunately for the well-meaning official, his intervention is just another distraction for the ruthless vet to use. As he steps between the two grapplers, Tanvi lowers her guard for just a moment, convinced that there will be an actual break, but Jessica doesn’t seem to care. She gently pushes the ref down with one hand while fiercely lashing out to lock a blatant choke around Saxena’s throat.
“Don’t lecture me about the rules,” Walker shoots off as she drags Tavni past the ref and around the corner. “I know them better than you.” The Hindi woman gasps from the vice-like claw around her trachea, but she has been in worse situations, so she keeps as cool a head as she can and immediately drives an elbow into Walker’s arm.
Jessica grunts from the hit and lets go, but transitions neatly into an Irish whip, sending Tavni into the strands across the ring, looking set up to snatch the big woman on the return for a swinging neckbreaker.
Somewhere between release and hitting the ropes Tanvi’s eyes clear enough. She’s still in pain but the fury is making up for it. She bounds off the ropes and returns to her attacker. Furrowing her brow, Tanvi thinks, Oh, darling, we can both go low. Tanvi hurls herself to the mat in a roll and, when she’s almost to Jessica, slams both feet up into the Prisoner’s gut. Jessica doubles over, exhaling in pain. Tanvi greets the woman with a tooth ratting punch straight into the mouth. The force sends Jessica wobbling backward into the ropes.
Tanvi stands and the ref starts to chide but she raises a finger. “This is happening. DQ us both or wait for the last one standing.”
Jessica is dazed but smiles when she hears this. The zebra sighs. Unofficially, he accepts this is likely a no DQ match unless one of them just goes too damn far.
Jessica takes a wild swing at Tavni, but being dazed, it’s a bit too wild, and she ducks. Deciding to prove she can be as unpleasant as her opponent, Tavni shoves two fingers up Jessica’s nose. Her nails are trimmed but not so much that when the Hindi Hottie curls her fingers they don’t scratch and bite in deep. She yanks Jessica forward for a solid headbutt before shoving her back by the face.
Tavni looks at Jessica and decides to give her a present. “I bet you hate cages. This ring must feel like one.” She slams a claw onto Jessica’s throat, squeezing. Another dives between the Prisoner’s thighs. With a hearty heave, Tavni hoists her foe in a gorilla press. “Well, then let me free you, little bird. Fly!”
Jessica Walker had taken her fair share of flights across rings, out of rings, up against prison cell bars, and this moment is no different. As Tavni gets a good two steps of steam, she hurls Walker clear out of the ring, and as one would expect from a seasoned veteran, she does what she can to twist and break her fall on the hard mats outside the ring. Still, it is clearly a painful drop as the wind is knocked out of her lungs.
But, as the big Hindi grappler quickly moves to capitalize, slipping through the ropes to make her way ringside, Walker lets out a wheezing snarl. Tavni’s words were flippant, disrespectful. She doesn’t understand. She’s not the one.
With that echoing in her mind, Jessica rolls over and shows off just how resilient her hard life in and out of prison has made her because she is already pushing to her hands and knees despite the punishment she’s absorbed. Still, Tavni is there to meet her, grabbing Jessica by her black tresses and her right arm.
“Good,” the Hindi Hottie growls. “You’re not done, and I’m not finished with you.” Muscling the Prisoner around, Tavni first sends the ex-con ribs first into the ringside barricade, eliciting a hissing grunt from the woman. Before Walker even has a chance to recover, the Hindi Hottie looks to keep the pressure up as she pulls Jessica off the barricade by the same arm. With a cry, Tavni pulls and pivots, looking to send her orange-clad foe plowing into the corner ring post.
And that’s when Walker seems to snap back to life, swinging through the whip to reverse it. Instead of plowing chest first into the hard steel, she slings Tavni into the unyielding metal.
The ring post slams right between Tanvi’s breasts. She grits her teeth with the pain and starts to push away but Jessica cups the back of her head and starts slamming it into the metal. One, two, three, four, five… six times. With the last hit, Walker releases Tanvi’s head and lets her stumble a bit before lifting the Londoner in a side bearhug.
Tanvi barely has time to appreciate the pressure of the hug before Jessica dumps her over the barricade. The guardrail bites into her left side, bruising her ribs. To add insult to injury, Jessica lifts Tanvi’s top leg and punches her right in the crotch. Tanvi howls as her attacker grabs her by the ankles and rips her to the floor. The dark-skinned fighter barely lands before a boot slams into the side of her head, driving her head further into the barricade.
Desperate to even things out, Saxena pushes up and backs away. A right cross slams into her cheek. Tanvi repays with a punch to Jessica’s nose. It’s a solid hit, but the former inmate has been in enough yard fights that it hardly stuns her. Walker buries a fist into Tanvi’s abs and the Amazon curls over. It’s a perfect time for her to throw another punch that sends the Hindi woman stumbling backward, stopping only when she hits the timekeeper’s table. Tanvi grunts as the wood slams into her back and she hears the bell offer a soft “ding.”
Tanvi eyes the bell then looks up at the ex-convict charging at her.
“Think fast!” Tanvi yells as she hurls the bell at Jessica’s face. Walker barely catches it and is momentarily confused. She doesn’t even notice Tanvi running at her, bringing the mallet down at the bell and Jessica’s head.
There is a much louder clang this time as the Hindi Hottie’s strike lands dead on target, first hitting the bell before crashing right into Walker’s forehead. The Prisoner lets out a grunt of pain as she staggers back and drops the bell with another clang to the arena floor. But there’s more than just pain, Jessica feels something hot and wet rolling down her forehead.
She isn’t sure if she should be proud or enraged as Tanvi draws first blood. Not that she has the moment to think it through or clear her head from the ringing, because Saxena doesn’t stop coming. She barrels right into Walker’s midsection, lifting her up as she keeps charging. A split-second later, her charge takes Walker into the corner of the ring apron back first with a sickening crash.
“Nothing much to say now, eh?” Tanvi gets out between deep breaths. She steps back from the seemingly limp ex-con, preparing to shift her grip so that she can roll her for into the ring when there’s a sudden, piercing pain in her own forehead.
Somewhere, in the midst of the flurry of motion, Walker had produced a tape-wrapped fork from a fold in her rolled-up sleeve, a fork she is currently grinding tines first into Tanvi’s forehead. The big woman lets out a howl of pain as the fork tears open her flesh, and now both grapplers have blooming masks of crimson. In her sudden shock, Tanvi takes a step back as she pushes Jessica away, letting the ex-con go in the process. Not that Walker is in a much better position as she slumps to one knee, grimly holding on to the bloodied fork while using the apron for support.
“Let us both stop playing, Ms. Saxena,” the Prisoner growls out, low and guttural, “and really fight.”
Walker lunges upwards at Tanvi, one hand sinking the fork into the Indian beauty’s leg while another clamps down on her throat. Tanvi might have called out in pain but Jessica’s grip is iron tight, crushing the Amazon’s throat and spilling her back onto the mat. The ex-con leaves the fork in its meaty hostler as she opts to instead push herself onto Tanvi’s chest. That’s when the rain of punches begins.
It’s a flurry of blows across Tanvi’s mouth and nose. Tanvi may have gotten first blood but Jessica has more than caught up and passed her as the dark beauty’s lips and nose release crimson. But Tanvi does manage to slide her hands under Walker’s ass and hoist her overhead, spilling the attacker face-first into the canvas. Tanvi rips the fork from her leg as she stands, swearing at the sharp pain.
Jessica rises and turns just in time to catch the fork’s tines across the face, leaving a gash from her left cheek across the bridge of her nose. Jessica looks up at Tanvi and offers a smile before sending a superkick into Saxena’s already busted nose. Though tough as nails and boot leather, the Hindi Hottie lets out a howl of pain as she falls back, staggering back two steps before she hits the barricade back first.
The Prisoner’s expression is a twisted mix of joy and utter calm as she sucks in a deep breath, seemingly content to let Tanvi push painfully off the steel. Instead of attacking, she beckons for the bigger woman to come to her and tie up.
Saxena is clearly incensed at the sudden offer for an actual wrestling match now, and instead of giving Walker what she seems to want, she lets out a roar and charges. Tanvi has the power advantage and mass advantage, after all, and she means to use it. She clears the space between her and her opponent in rapid strides, but just before she makes contact, Jessica sidesteps neatly out of the way and shoves Tanvi into the edge of the apron.
The Amazon lets out a terrible wheeze as her ribcage is compressed on the hard corner, knocking the wind out of her sails, and then strong hands grab hold of the waist and back of her gear. Jessica lets out a grunt as she shoves the bleeding Hindi woman back into the ring, then follows after her.
No matter how fun it was to walk outside the prison yard, Jessica wants to end this in the middle of the yard for all the other prisoners to see.
Tanvi pushes up to all fours just in time to get a deep kick in the ribs. She rolls onto her back, coughing and clutching her side. A boot stomps on her throat and Tanvi stares up into the lights, their shine blurring the form of Jessica. Still, she can see the faint grin on Walker’s face as the woman leans all of her weight onto Tanvi’s neck in a malicious choke.
Tanvi grabs at the boot crushing her larynx and struggles, desperately trying to dislodge it. She feels the referee fall to the mat, knowing he’s looking for her shoulders to be flat for any sort of pin. Regaining her wits, Tanvi grunts and she slams a fist into the back of the knee directly above her. Jessica’s leg bends but doesn’t dismount, so the Amazon opts for an alternate attack - a punch straight up between the thighs.
Walker’s face screws up with pain as hard knuckles drive into her crotch but she doesn’t give Tanvi, or the fans, the pleasure of hearing her yell out. She attempts to maintain her stomp but Saxena’s hit was powerful and makes Walker lose her balance. The woman beneath her clutches her calf and shoves her off to the side.
Tanvi stumbles up to her feet, rubbing her throat, before slamming her own stomp onto the side of Jessica’s knee. The ex-con grimaces but takes the hit, which is not nearly the reaction Tanvi hoped for. Tanvi steps back a few paces before running up and kicking full force at Jessica’s face like a football.
That seems to have at least some effect, Walker’s head snapping back from the punt as she rolls across the canvas. Blood from both women soaks into the mat as Tanvi tries to catch her breath, wiping blood away from her eyes as she limps over Jessica’s prone form. That fork went far deeper than she wants to admit, but the Hindi Hottie digs down deep, determined to end this bloody affair before it goes too much further.
The Prisoner still seems stunned as Tanvi bends down, dragging what seems like a deadweight ex-con up to unsteady feet. Then, keeping Walker’s head stooped down with one hand, the Amazon turns her back to her, hooking one arm and then the other while stuffing Jessica’s head between her thighs, clearly setting up for a potentially match-ending Kudome Valentine.
And that is when, like a horror movie slasher, Jessica’s eyes snap open, a terrible grin curling across her bloodstained lips. Before Tanvi can begin to lift, Walker suddenly springs into action. A scream of effort rips out of her lips as she reverses the move, slamming Tanvi back on her head and neck. The ring shudders from the awkward, painful impact, and as Jessica unwinds her arms from the Hindi woman’s, Tanvi flops over onto the mat on her stomach like a mostly dead fish.
“First rule of surviving the yard, Ms. Saxena,” Walker growls as she pulls herself painfully to her feet, “never trust what you see.” A twisted grin crosses her lips. “You never know when someone is lying… or playing dead.” Blood is dripping from her nose, the cut across the bridge of her nose, and a fresh laceration in her forehead from Tanvi’s punt kick, but Walker seems to almost feed on the pain.
Tanvi is starting to slowly stir, kicking a leg languidly as her hands move instinctively to prod her aching neck, but a fresh shudder of pain hits when the Prisoner roughly grabs each of her foe’s wrists, then abruptly crosses them over each other so that Tanvi’s elbows cross over the throat.
“If you were the woman I was searching for, I’d simply choke you out now,” Jessica muses as she suddenly yanks back on the straightjacket choke she has set up, hard enough to cut off the blood flow to Tanvi’s brain, but strangely, she doesn’t plant a knee or a foot to really crank on the pressure. “But you need the lesson of pain, and I need to make an example.”
Saxena simply gasps in reply as Walker uses the choke to drag the bloody and bedraggled Amazon upward, and once she’s on her feet, Jessica abruptly twists her grip, spinning as she snaps Tanvi’s neck hard over her own shoulder with a straightjacket neckbreaker!
STRAIGHTJACKET NECKBREAKER:
The sickening crash of the brown-skinned beauty’s neck and skull onto the canvas brings a moment of silence to the screaming and booing FAWNatics. Tanvi lays sprawled out spread-eagle on the canvas, the only sign of life being her heaving chest, while Jessica simply sits up with a mild smile, looking almost normal if not for the crimson mask across her face. As she turns over onto her hands and knees, the ex-con hovers her face over her languishing prey, her black tresses forming a curtain of sorts.
“Still with me, Ms. Saxena?” Tanvi’s eyebrows flutter in reply as she tries to rouse herself, and Jessica licks her lips in anticipation. “Excellent.”
With that, she roughly snatches Tanvi’s own dark locks, jostling her head and neck purposefully as she drags the Hindi Hottie to her feet, slowly standing with her. It’s the sharp pain of these rough motions that seems to rouse Tanvi, and she makes one last attempt to free herself, showing a ton of intestinal fortitude as she throws a right hand into Jessica’s ribs.
Walker lets out a grunt and a pained hiss, but before Saxena can throw another hard punch, she quells resistance by first driving her knee into the Hindi girl’s firm stomach to soften her up, then cruelling dragging her nails across the wound her fork had cut open in Tanvi’s forehead. Unable to help herself, Saxena lets out a torturous cry from the pain, but Jessica muffles that cry as she abruptly stuffs the bigger woman’s head under her right arm. Throwing Tanvi’s own arm over her shoulder, Jessica shows off a spark of that expert wrestling knowledge from before her imprisonment, grunting with effort as she hauls the big girl up into vertical suplex position… then drops her head-first into the canvas with a brainbuster. It’s like snuffing out a candle, and even before the ring stops shuddering, Tanvi collapses in a sprawl on the mat, glassy eyes staring up at the ring lights.
Walker sucks in a deep breath as she slowly, methodically turns over and pushes up to her hands and knees. She glances over to where the referee has been watching this entire display of blood and destruction across the ring in trepidation. “Come over here, zebra. I know the rules of the yard, so I want this to be official.”
By the time the Prisoner can coax the ref to actually be a part of the match again, Tanvi moans and somehow finds the strength to fight through the pain enough to roll onto her stomach. Surprisingly, Jessica doesn’t stop her, only watching with a curious tilt of her head as Saxena shakily pushes up on her elbows, then even shakier onto her hands and knees. A smile twists on Jessica’s full lips as she watches, waits, only slowly rising to her feet in time. She even lets Tanvi grab the waist of her modified orange prison shorts, even grabs that arm to help support the staggering Hindi girl…
And the moment they are both standing, the Prisoner pounces mercilessly. Roughly pulling Tanvi’s head underneath her right arm, Jessica swiftly loops her left arm through Tanvi’s, locking in a Guillotine Choke even as she uses that grip to leverage her legs up and around the Amazon’s powerful midsection. Her ankles lock in perfect technique, her thick legs scissoring with crushing force even as she wrenches the choke back.
GUILLOTINE CHOKE:
It’s probably a mercy that it doesn’t last long after that. After all the damage Tanvi’s taken to her head and neck, the pain alone would be enough to make her consider tapping out, but between the scissors crushing the breath from her lungs and the choke cutting off the flow of blood to her brain, it only takes a few moments before the big woman collapses to her knees, then slumps forward until the only thing holding her up is Jessica’s head and neck against the canvas.
The ref makes a show of rushing through the official three-count of raising Tanvi’s arm, no doubt wanting to get the woman some help, and calls for the bell. As it rings out, he taps Jessica on the shoulder.
“It’s over, Walker!” he calls out in worry. “Let her go.”
And to the surprise of the ref and the booing crowd, the Prisoner immediately does so, letting the Hindi Hottie slump unconscious to the mat as the speakers spark to life.
“Your winner!... by knock-out!... The Prisoner… JESSICA WALKER!”
The referee attempts to raise Jessica’s hand, but she shoves him off. Instead, she walks to the ropes and gestures to a ring attendant. The young woman snaps to attention as the ring vet points to her and then the commentator’s table, where the manacles Jessica wore to the ring have long since been moved. For another fighter, the ring attendant might have hesitated, but the young woman is obviously terrified of Jessica and hurries to the restraints. The woman rushes to ringside and slips them into Jessica’s waiting hands. The fear on this young woman’s face whets Walker’s appetite. She’s hungry and it’s long past time to feed.
Walker strides to the slumped form of Saxena as the official begins chiding. “Come on, Walker. The match is over. There’s--”
“This is FAWN,” the triumphant ex-con growls, not looking away from her sleeping prey. “Even before I went in, everyone knew what happened here. To the victor,” she throws a thumb towards herself, “go the spoils.” She points at Tanvi. “She signed the same consent forms I signed, and I emphasize ‘consent.’ We all know what goes on here. We all accept it, the law of the yard.” Her gaze finally breaks to the official. “You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to watch but I guarantee the fans do. I know Warden Christian wants this to happen, and she promised me that I wouldn’t be kept from what was mine. Besides, I’ve seen her old matches.”
The referee swallows. “You know I can’t leave the ring while you’re both here, in case--”
“Then shut up,” Jessica commands. A cruel smile returns. “And enjoy the show. I intend to.” With that, she bends down and rolls Tanvi onto her belly. The manacles click in place, shackling the slumbering fighter’s arms behind her back. She then moves down and snaps on the ankle manacles and, to make sure Tanvi can’t get too far, she tightens them up to remove most of the slack before pulling the loser up to her knees.
The slap that rouses Tanvi from her slumber isn’t the first or even the second or third. The fourth, however, knocks the veil of sleep from her eyes. Dumbly, Tanvi looks up as the blurs form into the figure of Jessica Walker. At first, she’s confused and her opponent does nothing to remove that confusion and merely stares down at her. But soon it dawns on Tanvi. She knows she lost.
She knows this is FAWN. She’d been told the risks and she’d accepted.
But that was before she knew she was fighting this animal. In her brain, she knew that didn’t change what she’d agreed to but the brutality of the fight - the sheer disrespect of Jessica - boiled in Tanvi’s gut. She went to move - for what she didn’t know. Attack maybe? Roll away? That’s when she realized she was chained and restrained.
“Not done being an underhanded coward?” Tanvi snaps. “Decided you don’t want an opponent who can fight back?”
Jessica raises a finger and puts it against Tanvi’s lips to shush her. “Toys don’t talk,” Jessica says simply. She then begins to unbutton and lower her gear’s bottoms and tosses them to the side. Then the black panties come off.
Tanvi stares, wild-eyed and confused. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready to enjoy myself, Ms. Saxena,” Jessica says with almost detached coldness. “You are going to put that tongue to good use and celebrate your conqueror.”
“Fuck you,” Tanvi spits.
“That can happen, too,” Walker states. “But the way I see it, you’ve proven you’re no use to me as an opponent or equal, or you wouldn’t be on your knees like the bitch you are.” Jessica cups Tanvi’s chin and forces her head up so they can look each other in the eyes. “It’s simple, Ms. Saxena. You are either useful to me as a sex toy or a punching bag. Be honest with yourself. Do you think you can take more of a beating from me? Do you think your career here can handle even more humiliation than the simple out I’m offering?”
Tanvi’s face reddens but, in her heart, she knows she’s beat. She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. She feels Jessica move closer.
“Open your eyes, Ms. Saxena,” Walker demands in an icy tone. “I want to see those proud eyes as you eat me out like your life depends upon it. And, I warn you, it might.”
Tanvi opens her eyes and stares up at the winner. She leans forward, parting her lips and, seconds later, her tongue parts Jessica’s folds.
“Just remember, Ms. Saxena,” Jessica purrs with sick satisfaction, “that toys are seen, not heard. Used, not admired.” That’s when she roughly twines her fingers in Saxena’s long locks, pulling the beaten woman in closer. “And do try harder. Your heart needs to be in it if you’re going to really satisfy me.”
The rough jostle of Tanvi’s throbbing head and neck punctuate the dangerous and delicate situation she is in, and even though she can feel a little part of herself crack, she both bites back any retort and redoubles her efforts. Not once do the Prisoner’s hands leave Tanvi’s scalp, and any moment her tongue starts to waver, Jessica twists just a little, with all the casual affectation a normal person would adjust the dial on a thermostat to turn up the air conditioning.
Walker’s body starts to tense as a sensual growl rolls through her chest and her gut starts to flutter. While Saxena isn’t the one she is searching for, nowhere near worthy enough to be her queen, she isn’t the worst toy she’s ever had… and it has been so long. Jessica digs into Tanvi’s scalp a little harder, just enough to prompt the Hindi girl to work her tongue a little faster, a little deeper. Release was so close, the orgasm building inside of her like a stick of dynamite, and then...
Jessica let out a deep, shuddering moan of pleasure as she reaches her release, coming undone both inside and over Tanvi’s face… because the ex-con does not release her toy from service so quickly. She holds the beaten woman’s face right up to her pussy until, at last, all that pent-up sexual need is released. Then, in the same way that one would discard any piece of trash, the Prisoner roughly shoves Tanvi back and away, sending the soiled and battered woman tumbling to the mat, manacles clattering.
“I was correct in my analysis, Ms. Saxena,” Jessica muses. “Your tongue is the only thing about you currently worth my attention.” As Tanvi lies in shame on the canvas, hoping this will end soon, Walker calmly regards her prey in the same manner as a broken toaster.
“Now, while I wish I could keep you, I only have so much space in my cell, and besides, I need to make an example out of you.” Her penetrating eyes flash around the ringside. “The other inmates need to know who I am and what I’m capable of.” With that, she stalks forward to the shackled fighter with clearly unhealthy intent in her eyes.
Tanvi, her mouth dripping, stares up in defiance. “Do your worst,” she hisses.
Jessica grins. “Ms. Saxena, I thought that was assumed.” But then Jessica feels it, the old familiar sensation of canvas bouncing under her feet. She turns just in time to catch a fist straight to the throat. The impact throws the ex-convict up off her feet and flat on the mat. When her vision clears, she sees a stunning, statuesque Pacific Islander above her.
Aloisia’s claws dive down for Jessica’s face, her nails scratching into the woman’s eyes as she yanks her to her feet. With a mighty thrust, Berge sends Walker into a corner. Jessica’s body has scarcely made an impact with the turnbuckles before Aloisia slams into her, driving a knee up into Jessica’s bare womanhood.
“Is this what you wanted?” Aloisia growls. “Attention down here?” Sharp nails dive between Jessica’s thighs and dig in, only to rip up. The agony shoots up Jessica’s body from her labia as she takes in the visage of the woman attacking her.
“Who--” Jessica begins but Aloisia places a finger against her lips.
“Toys don’t talk,” Aloisia replies with a scowl before slamming her elbow across Jessica’s jaw.
Perhaps if she were as fresh as this woman, Jessica could mount a better defense, but to her own surprise, all she seems able to do is take it. Or maybe… something about looking at this woman catches Walker’s trained eye. Maybe… this was someone special, a cut above the trash on the yard.
Aloisia hoists the half-naked fighter up onto the turnbuckle. “You got what you wanted. You got a win and you got off.” These words are punctuated by a fist to the gut. “But there’s a line. You want an example made?” She pulls Jessica forward, tucking the woman’s head against her own collar bone. She yanks Walker from the ring post and folds her up, pulling her knees down and putting the ex-con in a C form. Aloisia strides to the ring’s center as she growls into Jessica’s ear, “Here’s your example. Go too far, get beat down.” And with that, Aloisia drops Jessica with a muscle buster.
MUSCLE BUSTER:
The canvas shakes as Jessica lays out. Still completely fresh, Aloisia pops up and glares down. “We have too many like you,” she spits. “It’s not enough to win. It’s not enough to even get your jollies. Well, we’re nipping this in the bud here and now, aren’t we?”
Jessica stares up at this gorgeous woman, drinking in her words. Finally, she speaks. “Do… are you an Asian woman with a German accent?” she asks, befuddled by the turn of events.
Aloisia doesn’t give the twisted ex-con the benefit of an answer, only moving with purposeful strides to the beaten Tanvi. She never once takes her eyes off Walker… just in case the message wasn’t delivered.
But Walker doesn’t attack. In fact, from the strange, almost obsessive stare she gives Berge as she slides out of the ring, perhaps the wrong kind of message had been delivered. The Prisoner hops down to ringside, showing absolutely no shame or worry as to her half-naked state or the blood still dripping down her face. As Aloisia kneels down, making sure the Hindi Hottie isn’t too badly harmed in body or in mind, Jessica slowly backs away from the ring and towards the back… never once taking her gaze off the beautiful Pacific Islander.
I need to know, she thinks to herself as she returns to her ‘cell.’ I need to put this one to the test.