Post by EmmaWoods007 on May 20, 2020 7:02:44 GMT
While it was still early in the evening, the FAWNatics were already in high spirits, the small locale known to be rowdy and delivering an atmosphere that would fill venues twice its size will envy. As such, when the sound system kicked into life with…
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…there was no hesitation from them to begin jeering the Dastardly Damsel, Daisy LeMay!
DAISY LEMAY
The Cherry Cheeked Demon, as was customary, seemed not to notice the crowds heckling as the spritely footed and petitely packaged, bountiful blonde skipped her way into view. Sporting enough pink lace and the sweetest of smiles to fool the unwary, she darted down the aisle, pivoting left and right as she held up her palms to deliver peppy high fives that were not invited, and saluted cheers that were never issued.
Standing in at five foot four and one hundred and twelve pounds, the Cherry Cheeked Demon was seemingly in a world of her own, engaging with the audience as though she were a fan favourite, and behaving as though she were about headline FAWNMANIA.
With scarcely a few feet remaining between herself and the squared circle, Daisy suddenly launched into a dash, diving swiftly beneath the bottom rope and rolling her way back up to vertical with a bounce. Turning about on the spot with a jaunty salute, she was about to begin her tour of the four corners before she caught herself flat footed.
For just a few moments, Daisy’s carefully crafted fantasy world crumbled, indecision marring her features as she searched for, and failed to locate one person in particular. The internet would discuss the matter after the fact, noting that LeMay’s partner in crime, Alejandra Fernandez had failed to materialise at her back, conspicuous by her absence just as Daisy herself had been at ‘March to War’.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, the Cherry Cheeked Demon forced a fresh smile to flash across her features as she hopped into a more familiar parade of the ring, acting as though the display of uncertainty had never occurred. Finally, Daisy picked one of the corners for herself, and surrendered to a pat down, although no-one was entirely convinced that she still didn’t have some manner of instrument of ill intent tucked away somewhere.
A few moments later…
LOVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDUqfVX1UPs
…emerged from the sound system and, for the first time, Annabelle Dark strode out into a FAWN arena.
ANNABELLE DARK
Five foot four and one hundred fifteen pounds, the perfectly petite Brit sauntered out onto the stage clad in midnight black and her favourite jacket, a memento of her family legacy that had become hers to full fill. Patiently she waited, peering past her long fringe with a coy smile as she surveyed the crowd for the evening, setting one hand on her hip in expectation as she gauged their collective reaction.
Given her somewhat erratic history bouncing back and forth between her better and worse natures, the length and breadth of the highly competitive, Brit circuit, the Lightning Reaper was treated with the most polarising of receptions, half the crowd serenading her with cheers, whilst the other showered her with jeers. Hated as much as she was loved, the Midnight Maiden sowed division where she trod, caring little for others feelings as she answered the mixed and confused acclaim of the FAWNatics with a shrug of mild amusement.
Light of footing, the Daughter of New Storms set a course down the ramp with a self-assured swagger, well aware that her slight frame and pert booty were the focus of almost everyone’s attention, lips quirking into the slightest of small smirks as she remained forever just out of reach of even their most innocent of desires. Unattainable, unpredictable, she was the Lightning Reaper, gliding up onto the apron with a fluid leap.
Turning about to face the crowd sat behind the hard camera, Annabelle shrugged her jacket down off one bare, ivory smooth shoulder, before following up with the second, leaning forwards before whipping the whole thing off and flinging it to a hypnotised stage hand. Ducking between the top and middle ropes, Dark glided into the ring she had every intention of dominating for the foreseeable future.
“Alright, Jeeves,” Annabelle invited, leaning back into one corner and surrendering to a pat down. “Have a fondle.”
“It’s Tim,” the man in black and white for the contest corrected with a shallow sigh, wishing he was more accustomed to this kind of talk by now. “And it’s not a fondling.”
“Sure, sure,” Dark waved off his protest, pushing out from her corner as soon as he was done. “Whatever helps you to jerk off at night.” Before he could protest further, Annabelle cut him off as though she hadn’t said anything to begin with, “Let’s get started, shall we? I’ve got a date with a hot blonde, right after I drop this one on her head.”
Tim resisted the urge to issue a second sigh as he backed off, having performed his due diligence and making his way to centre, waving his hand and calling for the bell. “Keep it clean,” he requested, Daisy nodding enthusiastically as though she were as innocent as a new born babe, whilst Annabelle merely shrugged non-committedly. Neither came across as overly convincing, but the Official let it slide, knowing there was little he could do about it for the time being.
With light steps, both women competing tonight approached one another, Dark preparing to crouch low before the Cherry Cheeked Demon thrust out her arm in welcome. For a moment, Annabelle perked her brow as she looked to the proffered hand offered in friendship and, after thinking the matter over, and against the advice of the FAWNatics, the Midnight Maiden reached out reciprocate the gesture…
…or not so much, Annabelle pulling a fast one long before LeMay could even think about springing her own trap, the dark-haired Brit stepping forwards swiftly and, with a wicked, up swinging kick, WHACKED her boot clean up between Daisy’s thighs!! Even the FAWNatics winced in sympathy as LeMay’s eyes opened WIDE in both shock and horror, the pint-sized blonde almost punted right up off her feet as she gasped with a quivering exhale. Her thighs shivered as she re-secured boot leather, the entirety of her hips numb as she struggled to process what had just happened.
“What?” Annabelle pre-empted the protest of the Official with a half-hearted shrug, turning to the crowd to make her case, albeit with a less than apologetic look on her face. “Come on, we all know she was thinking the same thing.”
“That’s not the point, Annabelle,” Tim admonished.
“So, you do agree that she had it coming?” Dark deftly countered his rebuke, turning his words upon him. “Look, I apologise,” she held up her palms to express sincerity, “see, I’m going to help her out.”
With the dumbfounded LeMay still teetering on the spot, Annabelle made her way over, patting her conciliatorily on the back. Unsurprisingly, her act of contrition didn’t last long, not when she suddenly snuggled in closed, grasped the Bountiful Blonde by her also bountiful buttocks, and popped her quickly up into the air. Daisy did not have to spend much time airborne, not as the Daughter of New Storms dropped to one leg and, bringing her opponent with her, Dark spiked her foes already abused sex down SHARPLY on her posted knee!!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5oplX4bUbI
With her womanhood so ruthlessly abused, Daisy YELPED as she popped right back up to standing, her feet almost leaving the canvas from the recoil as she wedged her hands deep between her throbbing thighs. She toppled over almost immediately after, hitting the deck in a foetal position and gasping as though she were a landed fish.
Half the FAWNatics let Annabelle know that they didn’t appreciate such underhanded tactics. Meanwhile, the other half, given the victim, launched into an ironic cheer of…
“YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!! YOU DESERVE IT!! YOU DESERVE IT!!”
“Annabelle…” Tim attempted.
“Oh relax, stripes,” Dark huffed in mild exasperation, “keep this up, and you’ll have a hernia before this is over. I’ll be gentle from now on, pinkie promise.”
Honesty was, evidently, not Annabelle’s best policy as, with Daisy still squirming on the canvas, Dark collected both of her opponent’s ankles and rolled the other girl onto her back. With stems so secured, the Lightning Reaper spread those gams open wide and looked between the V she had created at the distinctly pale looking LeMay below.
Daisy looked right back up at her, shaking her head and waving her hands about in denial. “Don’t!” she begged at first, not at all liking where this was going, but when pleading for mercy didn’t work as quickly as she wanted, LeMay swiftly changed tact to threats of violence. “You wouldn’t dare!!”
“I wouldn’t?” Dark questioned with a perked brow. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
As if to prove her point, Annabelle hopped herself up into the air, throwing her own legs out wide in front of her so that she could sail back down to earth on her pert booty. As a consequence, with Daisy’s wickets still spread open, those same athletic stems were suddenly, forcibly WHIPPED apart to their furthest extensions, the Dastardly Damsel practically wailing as she sat up in recoil, her palms once again pressed down hard in-between her own, throbbing thighs.
“Well, look at that,” Annabelle remarked, her manner deadpan as the duo now sat opposite one another, her legs slid atop LeMay’s. “I guess I do dare.” Using only her index finger, she pushed against Daisy’s forehead, shoving her backwards to the canvas without expending a great deal of effort.
Daisy LeMay was much happier now that they were outside the ring. An unscheduled, and far from graceful collision had sent both women tumbling through the ropes to the exterior of the squared circle, and it was there that the Cherry Cheeked Demon had turned the tables.
Never one to believe that you could have too much of a good thing, the blonde displayed zero desire to get back inside the ropes, instead guiding a dazed Annabelle alongside the apron with a fierce grip about the nape of her neck. Dark, shellshocked as she was, almost tumbled and tripped, but Daisy “helpfully” kept her upright, at least until they reached the steel steps.
Having arrived at their destination, Daisy yanked Annabelle’s head into reverse before shoving it back forwards, the FAWNatics grimacing as she SLAMMED the forehead of the Midnight Maiden into the metal furniture. With the CLANG still echoing around the arena, Dark shot back up to standing, looking distinctly unsteady on her feet and was close to swooning.
LeMay had other plans, the Bountiful Blonde roughly spinning the Daughter of New Storms to face back the way that they had come and, folding her forwards, locked her in a side headlock. With her foe’s noggin secured and her resistance flown the coop, Daisy performed a jaunty wave at her adoring public (that didn’t exist), before setting off at a sprint!
Dragged along in her opponents wake, Annabelle followed suit, albeit at a stumble, before LeMay leapt into the air, throwing her legs out in front of her as she began her controlled descent back to earth. Dark’s own appointment with the ground was significantly less graceful, forehead once again leading the way as the Running Bulldog SPIKED her cranium into the barely padded concrete!!
In recoil, Annabelle’s back spasmed sharply before her petite frame slumped into a steaming heap, firm thighs twitching as synapses began misfiring.
Unwilling to let her stay there, Daisy popped herself back up to boot leather and snagged Dark by the rear strap of her top, pulling on it with enough force to peel the Little Brit off the padded concrete and slowly bully her back up onto her feet. With Annabelle still swooning, LeMay turned her about so that the blonde could snuggle up close against her rear, her pelvis pressed up against Dark’s taunt booty, and veterans’ lips teasing the small of the much younger girl’s neck.
Slipping her left arm beneath Annabelle’s bare shoulder, she reached her searching paw around to cup one of the Lightning Reapers pert breasts, the firm mound large enough to palm and providing plenty for her to play with. After delivering an experimental squeeze of the captured boob, she waited for a response, but with Dark swaying and expression woozy, she made no signs that she wanted to stop her, arms still hanging at her sides as Daisy opted to push her luck.
Slipping her right hand around by way of Annabelle’s cool thigh, LeMay continued to inch her fingers over until, whilst exploring the whisper thin fabric of her opponents shorts, she glided her palm down to cup her opponent’s crotch. Dark did issue a response then, Daisy tentatively massaging her fingers back and forth, a low moan flowing from the Brits lips as the Midnight Maiden rolled her head back, a shiver running down her whole posture as she willingly exposed the curve of her smooth deck.
With her heart now beating franticly, a suddenly elated Daisy grinned with delight, enjoying this turn of events immensely as she worked the ‘cocky little cow’ over with impunity. “I think she likes it!!” she squeaked at the hard camera, increasing the rhythm of her massaging as Annabelle began softly panting, her thighs parting slowly as her buttocks stiffened.
“Too bad!” Daisy taunted, turning on a dime and, instead of driving her foe towards her climax, she switched her palming a VICIOUS crotch claw!!
Dark released a loud and involuntary YELP!! as she suddenly, and quite starkly, snapped back to full clarity, the searing pain between her thighs waking her up and then some!! Her pale peepers sprung open wide as she shot up onto her tip toes, every inch of her sleek physique now paralysed and rigid as LeMay dug her claws in DEEP to her most private regions, gauging as though she intended to tear something lose.
Annabelle was about to release a second HOWL before she clamped down hard on that impulse and grit her teeth, teetering on her tip toes as her limbs refused to receive any helpful signals from her braincase. Instead, she bit down on her pouty, bottom lip to find focus, and began using the only weapon she had left.
“H…how… “ she gasped, her breathing shuddering, “… how d… did you k…know I li…I like it… r… ROUGH…!?!”
“Shut up!!” Daisy scolded, WRENCHING her claw in deeper, her mood souring with Dark trying to change the narrative. “You hate this! YOU HATE THIS!!”
Through supreme force of will, Dark curled her head back until she was looking up at the rafters, parted her lips just slightly and, from the depths of her torso, she released a long, low, deeply sensual groooooooan of satisfaction.
“Shut Up!!” LeMay snapped, suddenly shoving Annabelle forwards and stamping her foot sulkily. “You ruined it!!” she insisted as Dark slumped heavily against the apron, her abbreviated stems giving out the moment blessed relief began to flood her petite body. “Now I’ll ruin you!!” the Dastardly Damsel insisted, marching forwards and grabbing Annabelle by the scruff of her neck and the seat of her shorts, forcibly shoving her up onto the apron and rolling her back into the ring.
A moment later, Daisy followed, climbing back up onto the ring edge and quickly ducking between the top and middle ropes…
…Dark flung herself back into action, throbbing crotch be damned, scraping herself off the canvas and sprung herself up into the air. In a flash of movement, she CRACKED her elbow against Daisy’s jaw and, cold cocked, the pink laced attired bytch slopped over onto her side, momentarily blank eyed as she wondered what exactly had just happened.
The Midnight Maiden had grown flaccid in her grasp, and Daisy could not have been more delighted.
Deeply satisfied and beaming, she kept her Standing Dragon Sleeper locked in, LeMay having applied the hold whilst they were both vertical and forcing Dark to remain so. In the middle of the ring, where they had first met, the Daughter of New Storms was now hopelessly outclassed, ensnared with the Cherry Cheeked Demon’s right arm wrapped tightly around her throat, the young woman bent back into a sleek, backwards curl that stretched her trim, taunt tummy to its limit. She shivered as her slim neck continued to be constricted, Daisy rhythmically pulsing her bicep to rob the petite Brit of much by way of fresh oxygen to her lungs, and blood to her cranium, the lights from up above gleaming off her glistening, submissive, ivory complexion.
The Lightning Reaper had ceased all resistance a good full minute earlier, LeMay noting that Annabelle had surrendered to her fate long before she had begun to pass out, her arms swaying idly towards the canvas even when she’d still possessed the strength to lift them. Curious, and with her heart beating with elation, Daisy peeked backwards over her own shoulder to check of Dark’s fading expression. Her pale peepers were still half open, some manner of awareness still lingering, and yet she made no effort to defend herself as Daisy steadily wrung out of her what little fight she had left.
Daisy could scarcely contain her excitement, the kinky bytch was handing her the victory, all she had to do was seize it. Suddenly, with an almost imperceptible shudder, the Midnight Maiden’s pale peepers slid slowly shut and her pouty bottom lip parted just slightly from her top, signalling to the world that she had surrendered the contest.
LeMay felt it and the Official saw it, the man in black and white moving in to check that Annabelle was still conscious.
“No!” Daisy protested, jerking the limp frame of Dark away from his inquest. “I’m not done!”
“Ms. LeMay,” Timothy objected. “Let me call it.”
“No!” Daisy continued to protest, the Veteran rarely so close to victory in these past years, she had a right to indulge. “My way! Let me do it my way!”
“Daisy…”
“Watch!” LeMay released the Standing Dragon Sleeper, Dark’s petite body responding in reflex by inhaling a deep breath as the Bountiful Blonde lifted her up to stand vertical. She remained upright only because Daisy bullied her into doing so, almost working the petite Brit like she was a puppet. LeMay would have to let go soon, as she spun about on the spot, and Annabelle would surely topple over, but the Dastardly Damsel only needed the Daughter of New Storms to stay on her feet for less than a second longer…
…her heart skipping a beat, LeMay leapt into the air, ensnared her foes noggin and caught her in a dreaded Daisy Cutter…
DAISY CUTTER: @0:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi9jstvvtSY
…which would have gone off a treat, had the Lightning Reaper not been playing possum!! The FAWNatics reacted in shock as, with the blonde in mid-flight, the Brit revealed that she had not been as far gone in the Dragon Sleeper as she had let on. Surging back to life the moment Daisy had secured her noggin, she palmed the blondes back and SHOVING out with enough force to not only pop herself free, but to also send her shocked opponent flailing through the air out of control!
Daisy YELPED as she landed hard, her heart beating wildly in panic as she could feel victory slipping through her fingers. She scrambled back up to vertical, regardless of the pain to her tailbone, and she raced back too…
…eat the entirety of an Anna (?) Cutter out of no-where!!
ANNA (?) CUTTER: @0:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi9jstvvtSY
Hitting LeMay with a pitch perfect replica of her own Finisher, Dark returned the canvas with a bump to her own, pert little booty whilst SPIKING the blondes features across her slim shoulder!! Daisy recoiled away as if she had just headbutted a landmine, splaying out on her canvas across her back and no fit condition to drag herself back up.
“Oh, that’s embarrassing,” Annabelle observed in deadpan fashion, before throwing herself atop her prone opponent, hooking one of her legs for a pinfall. “Was that your Finisher?” she questioned as if she didn’t know any better, the Official also dropping down to the canvas to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“How rude of me,” Dark ‘apologised’ as she pulled herself back up to sitting, slapping Daisy’s exposed, lean tummy by way of parting. “Great wrack by the way, bit big for my liking, but at least you’ve got that going for you.”
With one last stretch, the Midnight Maiden wearily pulled herself back to boot leather, coy smile on her lips as she received the forever mixed accolades of the divided masses. She was loved, she was hated, but she was never ignored, the Daughter of New Storms claiming her first FAWN victory.
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…there was no hesitation from them to begin jeering the Dastardly Damsel, Daisy LeMay!
DAISY LEMAY
The Cherry Cheeked Demon, as was customary, seemed not to notice the crowds heckling as the spritely footed and petitely packaged, bountiful blonde skipped her way into view. Sporting enough pink lace and the sweetest of smiles to fool the unwary, she darted down the aisle, pivoting left and right as she held up her palms to deliver peppy high fives that were not invited, and saluted cheers that were never issued.
Standing in at five foot four and one hundred and twelve pounds, the Cherry Cheeked Demon was seemingly in a world of her own, engaging with the audience as though she were a fan favourite, and behaving as though she were about headline FAWNMANIA.
With scarcely a few feet remaining between herself and the squared circle, Daisy suddenly launched into a dash, diving swiftly beneath the bottom rope and rolling her way back up to vertical with a bounce. Turning about on the spot with a jaunty salute, she was about to begin her tour of the four corners before she caught herself flat footed.
For just a few moments, Daisy’s carefully crafted fantasy world crumbled, indecision marring her features as she searched for, and failed to locate one person in particular. The internet would discuss the matter after the fact, noting that LeMay’s partner in crime, Alejandra Fernandez had failed to materialise at her back, conspicuous by her absence just as Daisy herself had been at ‘March to War’.
Shaking herself out of her stupor, the Cherry Cheeked Demon forced a fresh smile to flash across her features as she hopped into a more familiar parade of the ring, acting as though the display of uncertainty had never occurred. Finally, Daisy picked one of the corners for herself, and surrendered to a pat down, although no-one was entirely convinced that she still didn’t have some manner of instrument of ill intent tucked away somewhere.
A few moments later…
LOVE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDUqfVX1UPs
…emerged from the sound system and, for the first time, Annabelle Dark strode out into a FAWN arena.
ANNABELLE DARK
Five foot four and one hundred fifteen pounds, the perfectly petite Brit sauntered out onto the stage clad in midnight black and her favourite jacket, a memento of her family legacy that had become hers to full fill. Patiently she waited, peering past her long fringe with a coy smile as she surveyed the crowd for the evening, setting one hand on her hip in expectation as she gauged their collective reaction.
Given her somewhat erratic history bouncing back and forth between her better and worse natures, the length and breadth of the highly competitive, Brit circuit, the Lightning Reaper was treated with the most polarising of receptions, half the crowd serenading her with cheers, whilst the other showered her with jeers. Hated as much as she was loved, the Midnight Maiden sowed division where she trod, caring little for others feelings as she answered the mixed and confused acclaim of the FAWNatics with a shrug of mild amusement.
Light of footing, the Daughter of New Storms set a course down the ramp with a self-assured swagger, well aware that her slight frame and pert booty were the focus of almost everyone’s attention, lips quirking into the slightest of small smirks as she remained forever just out of reach of even their most innocent of desires. Unattainable, unpredictable, she was the Lightning Reaper, gliding up onto the apron with a fluid leap.
Turning about to face the crowd sat behind the hard camera, Annabelle shrugged her jacket down off one bare, ivory smooth shoulder, before following up with the second, leaning forwards before whipping the whole thing off and flinging it to a hypnotised stage hand. Ducking between the top and middle ropes, Dark glided into the ring she had every intention of dominating for the foreseeable future.
“Alright, Jeeves,” Annabelle invited, leaning back into one corner and surrendering to a pat down. “Have a fondle.”
“It’s Tim,” the man in black and white for the contest corrected with a shallow sigh, wishing he was more accustomed to this kind of talk by now. “And it’s not a fondling.”
“Sure, sure,” Dark waved off his protest, pushing out from her corner as soon as he was done. “Whatever helps you to jerk off at night.” Before he could protest further, Annabelle cut him off as though she hadn’t said anything to begin with, “Let’s get started, shall we? I’ve got a date with a hot blonde, right after I drop this one on her head.”
Tim resisted the urge to issue a second sigh as he backed off, having performed his due diligence and making his way to centre, waving his hand and calling for the bell. “Keep it clean,” he requested, Daisy nodding enthusiastically as though she were as innocent as a new born babe, whilst Annabelle merely shrugged non-committedly. Neither came across as overly convincing, but the Official let it slide, knowing there was little he could do about it for the time being.
With light steps, both women competing tonight approached one another, Dark preparing to crouch low before the Cherry Cheeked Demon thrust out her arm in welcome. For a moment, Annabelle perked her brow as she looked to the proffered hand offered in friendship and, after thinking the matter over, and against the advice of the FAWNatics, the Midnight Maiden reached out reciprocate the gesture…
…or not so much, Annabelle pulling a fast one long before LeMay could even think about springing her own trap, the dark-haired Brit stepping forwards swiftly and, with a wicked, up swinging kick, WHACKED her boot clean up between Daisy’s thighs!! Even the FAWNatics winced in sympathy as LeMay’s eyes opened WIDE in both shock and horror, the pint-sized blonde almost punted right up off her feet as she gasped with a quivering exhale. Her thighs shivered as she re-secured boot leather, the entirety of her hips numb as she struggled to process what had just happened.
“What?” Annabelle pre-empted the protest of the Official with a half-hearted shrug, turning to the crowd to make her case, albeit with a less than apologetic look on her face. “Come on, we all know she was thinking the same thing.”
“That’s not the point, Annabelle,” Tim admonished.
“So, you do agree that she had it coming?” Dark deftly countered his rebuke, turning his words upon him. “Look, I apologise,” she held up her palms to express sincerity, “see, I’m going to help her out.”
With the dumbfounded LeMay still teetering on the spot, Annabelle made her way over, patting her conciliatorily on the back. Unsurprisingly, her act of contrition didn’t last long, not when she suddenly snuggled in closed, grasped the Bountiful Blonde by her also bountiful buttocks, and popped her quickly up into the air. Daisy did not have to spend much time airborne, not as the Daughter of New Storms dropped to one leg and, bringing her opponent with her, Dark spiked her foes already abused sex down SHARPLY on her posted knee!!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5oplX4bUbI
With her womanhood so ruthlessly abused, Daisy YELPED as she popped right back up to standing, her feet almost leaving the canvas from the recoil as she wedged her hands deep between her throbbing thighs. She toppled over almost immediately after, hitting the deck in a foetal position and gasping as though she were a landed fish.
Half the FAWNatics let Annabelle know that they didn’t appreciate such underhanded tactics. Meanwhile, the other half, given the victim, launched into an ironic cheer of…
“YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!! YOU DESERVE IT!! YOU DESERVE IT!!”
“Annabelle…” Tim attempted.
“Oh relax, stripes,” Dark huffed in mild exasperation, “keep this up, and you’ll have a hernia before this is over. I’ll be gentle from now on, pinkie promise.”
Honesty was, evidently, not Annabelle’s best policy as, with Daisy still squirming on the canvas, Dark collected both of her opponent’s ankles and rolled the other girl onto her back. With stems so secured, the Lightning Reaper spread those gams open wide and looked between the V she had created at the distinctly pale looking LeMay below.
Daisy looked right back up at her, shaking her head and waving her hands about in denial. “Don’t!” she begged at first, not at all liking where this was going, but when pleading for mercy didn’t work as quickly as she wanted, LeMay swiftly changed tact to threats of violence. “You wouldn’t dare!!”
“I wouldn’t?” Dark questioned with a perked brow. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
As if to prove her point, Annabelle hopped herself up into the air, throwing her own legs out wide in front of her so that she could sail back down to earth on her pert booty. As a consequence, with Daisy’s wickets still spread open, those same athletic stems were suddenly, forcibly WHIPPED apart to their furthest extensions, the Dastardly Damsel practically wailing as she sat up in recoil, her palms once again pressed down hard in-between her own, throbbing thighs.
“Well, look at that,” Annabelle remarked, her manner deadpan as the duo now sat opposite one another, her legs slid atop LeMay’s. “I guess I do dare.” Using only her index finger, she pushed against Daisy’s forehead, shoving her backwards to the canvas without expending a great deal of effort.
[[INTERMISSION]]
Daisy LeMay was much happier now that they were outside the ring. An unscheduled, and far from graceful collision had sent both women tumbling through the ropes to the exterior of the squared circle, and it was there that the Cherry Cheeked Demon had turned the tables.
Never one to believe that you could have too much of a good thing, the blonde displayed zero desire to get back inside the ropes, instead guiding a dazed Annabelle alongside the apron with a fierce grip about the nape of her neck. Dark, shellshocked as she was, almost tumbled and tripped, but Daisy “helpfully” kept her upright, at least until they reached the steel steps.
Having arrived at their destination, Daisy yanked Annabelle’s head into reverse before shoving it back forwards, the FAWNatics grimacing as she SLAMMED the forehead of the Midnight Maiden into the metal furniture. With the CLANG still echoing around the arena, Dark shot back up to standing, looking distinctly unsteady on her feet and was close to swooning.
LeMay had other plans, the Bountiful Blonde roughly spinning the Daughter of New Storms to face back the way that they had come and, folding her forwards, locked her in a side headlock. With her foe’s noggin secured and her resistance flown the coop, Daisy performed a jaunty wave at her adoring public (that didn’t exist), before setting off at a sprint!
Dragged along in her opponents wake, Annabelle followed suit, albeit at a stumble, before LeMay leapt into the air, throwing her legs out in front of her as she began her controlled descent back to earth. Dark’s own appointment with the ground was significantly less graceful, forehead once again leading the way as the Running Bulldog SPIKED her cranium into the barely padded concrete!!
In recoil, Annabelle’s back spasmed sharply before her petite frame slumped into a steaming heap, firm thighs twitching as synapses began misfiring.
Unwilling to let her stay there, Daisy popped herself back up to boot leather and snagged Dark by the rear strap of her top, pulling on it with enough force to peel the Little Brit off the padded concrete and slowly bully her back up onto her feet. With Annabelle still swooning, LeMay turned her about so that the blonde could snuggle up close against her rear, her pelvis pressed up against Dark’s taunt booty, and veterans’ lips teasing the small of the much younger girl’s neck.
Slipping her left arm beneath Annabelle’s bare shoulder, she reached her searching paw around to cup one of the Lightning Reapers pert breasts, the firm mound large enough to palm and providing plenty for her to play with. After delivering an experimental squeeze of the captured boob, she waited for a response, but with Dark swaying and expression woozy, she made no signs that she wanted to stop her, arms still hanging at her sides as Daisy opted to push her luck.
Slipping her right hand around by way of Annabelle’s cool thigh, LeMay continued to inch her fingers over until, whilst exploring the whisper thin fabric of her opponents shorts, she glided her palm down to cup her opponent’s crotch. Dark did issue a response then, Daisy tentatively massaging her fingers back and forth, a low moan flowing from the Brits lips as the Midnight Maiden rolled her head back, a shiver running down her whole posture as she willingly exposed the curve of her smooth deck.
With her heart now beating franticly, a suddenly elated Daisy grinned with delight, enjoying this turn of events immensely as she worked the ‘cocky little cow’ over with impunity. “I think she likes it!!” she squeaked at the hard camera, increasing the rhythm of her massaging as Annabelle began softly panting, her thighs parting slowly as her buttocks stiffened.
“Too bad!” Daisy taunted, turning on a dime and, instead of driving her foe towards her climax, she switched her palming a VICIOUS crotch claw!!
Dark released a loud and involuntary YELP!! as she suddenly, and quite starkly, snapped back to full clarity, the searing pain between her thighs waking her up and then some!! Her pale peepers sprung open wide as she shot up onto her tip toes, every inch of her sleek physique now paralysed and rigid as LeMay dug her claws in DEEP to her most private regions, gauging as though she intended to tear something lose.
Annabelle was about to release a second HOWL before she clamped down hard on that impulse and grit her teeth, teetering on her tip toes as her limbs refused to receive any helpful signals from her braincase. Instead, she bit down on her pouty, bottom lip to find focus, and began using the only weapon she had left.
“H…how… “ she gasped, her breathing shuddering, “… how d… did you k…know I li…I like it… r… ROUGH…!?!”
“Shut up!!” Daisy scolded, WRENCHING her claw in deeper, her mood souring with Dark trying to change the narrative. “You hate this! YOU HATE THIS!!”
Through supreme force of will, Dark curled her head back until she was looking up at the rafters, parted her lips just slightly and, from the depths of her torso, she released a long, low, deeply sensual groooooooan of satisfaction.
“Shut Up!!” LeMay snapped, suddenly shoving Annabelle forwards and stamping her foot sulkily. “You ruined it!!” she insisted as Dark slumped heavily against the apron, her abbreviated stems giving out the moment blessed relief began to flood her petite body. “Now I’ll ruin you!!” the Dastardly Damsel insisted, marching forwards and grabbing Annabelle by the scruff of her neck and the seat of her shorts, forcibly shoving her up onto the apron and rolling her back into the ring.
A moment later, Daisy followed, climbing back up onto the ring edge and quickly ducking between the top and middle ropes…
…Dark flung herself back into action, throbbing crotch be damned, scraping herself off the canvas and sprung herself up into the air. In a flash of movement, she CRACKED her elbow against Daisy’s jaw and, cold cocked, the pink laced attired bytch slopped over onto her side, momentarily blank eyed as she wondered what exactly had just happened.
[[INTERMISSION]]
The Midnight Maiden had grown flaccid in her grasp, and Daisy could not have been more delighted.
Deeply satisfied and beaming, she kept her Standing Dragon Sleeper locked in, LeMay having applied the hold whilst they were both vertical and forcing Dark to remain so. In the middle of the ring, where they had first met, the Daughter of New Storms was now hopelessly outclassed, ensnared with the Cherry Cheeked Demon’s right arm wrapped tightly around her throat, the young woman bent back into a sleek, backwards curl that stretched her trim, taunt tummy to its limit. She shivered as her slim neck continued to be constricted, Daisy rhythmically pulsing her bicep to rob the petite Brit of much by way of fresh oxygen to her lungs, and blood to her cranium, the lights from up above gleaming off her glistening, submissive, ivory complexion.
The Lightning Reaper had ceased all resistance a good full minute earlier, LeMay noting that Annabelle had surrendered to her fate long before she had begun to pass out, her arms swaying idly towards the canvas even when she’d still possessed the strength to lift them. Curious, and with her heart beating with elation, Daisy peeked backwards over her own shoulder to check of Dark’s fading expression. Her pale peepers were still half open, some manner of awareness still lingering, and yet she made no effort to defend herself as Daisy steadily wrung out of her what little fight she had left.
Daisy could scarcely contain her excitement, the kinky bytch was handing her the victory, all she had to do was seize it. Suddenly, with an almost imperceptible shudder, the Midnight Maiden’s pale peepers slid slowly shut and her pouty bottom lip parted just slightly from her top, signalling to the world that she had surrendered the contest.
LeMay felt it and the Official saw it, the man in black and white moving in to check that Annabelle was still conscious.
“No!” Daisy protested, jerking the limp frame of Dark away from his inquest. “I’m not done!”
“Ms. LeMay,” Timothy objected. “Let me call it.”
“No!” Daisy continued to protest, the Veteran rarely so close to victory in these past years, she had a right to indulge. “My way! Let me do it my way!”
“Daisy…”
“Watch!” LeMay released the Standing Dragon Sleeper, Dark’s petite body responding in reflex by inhaling a deep breath as the Bountiful Blonde lifted her up to stand vertical. She remained upright only because Daisy bullied her into doing so, almost working the petite Brit like she was a puppet. LeMay would have to let go soon, as she spun about on the spot, and Annabelle would surely topple over, but the Dastardly Damsel only needed the Daughter of New Storms to stay on her feet for less than a second longer…
…her heart skipping a beat, LeMay leapt into the air, ensnared her foes noggin and caught her in a dreaded Daisy Cutter…
DAISY CUTTER: @0:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi9jstvvtSY
…which would have gone off a treat, had the Lightning Reaper not been playing possum!! The FAWNatics reacted in shock as, with the blonde in mid-flight, the Brit revealed that she had not been as far gone in the Dragon Sleeper as she had let on. Surging back to life the moment Daisy had secured her noggin, she palmed the blondes back and SHOVING out with enough force to not only pop herself free, but to also send her shocked opponent flailing through the air out of control!
Daisy YELPED as she landed hard, her heart beating wildly in panic as she could feel victory slipping through her fingers. She scrambled back up to vertical, regardless of the pain to her tailbone, and she raced back too…
…eat the entirety of an Anna (?) Cutter out of no-where!!
ANNA (?) CUTTER: @0:11
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yi9jstvvtSY
Hitting LeMay with a pitch perfect replica of her own Finisher, Dark returned the canvas with a bump to her own, pert little booty whilst SPIKING the blondes features across her slim shoulder!! Daisy recoiled away as if she had just headbutted a landmine, splaying out on her canvas across her back and no fit condition to drag herself back up.
“Oh, that’s embarrassing,” Annabelle observed in deadpan fashion, before throwing herself atop her prone opponent, hooking one of her legs for a pinfall. “Was that your Finisher?” she questioned as if she didn’t know any better, the Official also dropping down to the canvas to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“How rude of me,” Dark ‘apologised’ as she pulled herself back up to sitting, slapping Daisy’s exposed, lean tummy by way of parting. “Great wrack by the way, bit big for my liking, but at least you’ve got that going for you.”
With one last stretch, the Midnight Maiden wearily pulled herself back to boot leather, coy smile on her lips as she received the forever mixed accolades of the divided masses. She was loved, she was hated, but she was never ignored, the Daughter of New Storms claiming her first FAWN victory.