Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:25:24 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from Saint Petersburg, Russia… She stands five feet five inches tall, and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-two pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, she is the Iron Maiden… KIIIRRRAAA KOOOSSSLLLOOOVVAA!”
THE SKY OF SLAVS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsbT5N_V97c
KIRA KOSLOVA:
The growling strains of Alisa’s ‘The Sky of Slavs’ immediately spawned a round of jeers from the audience, even if 99.463% of them do not even approach fluency in Russian or comprehend their meaning. The jeers only grew louder when Kira Koslova emerged onto the ramp rather overdressed for combat in a FAWN ring, especially in very early September. The Perfect Athlete sported a full length grey fur coat, which only left visible her hands and a tiny sliver of shin above her gold wrestling boots. Meanwhile, a white wool hat rested atop crimson locks. At first, the Russian remained stationed at the top of the stage, arms folded across her chest, a withering glare directed to all corners of the sold out arena.
Once her scorn was perfectly clear did Kira start toward the squared circle, neither acknowledging the rabble nor reacting to the insults and invective directed her way. After she reached the ring did she let her eyes flit across those assembled. This was a choice she immediately regretted, Koslova clearly disgusted with the ignorant decadence of those who would dare jeer her arrival. Steeling her nerves against their disgusting intrusion, Kira posted up at center ring and finally allowed her coat to fall from her shoulders, the fur puddling at her feet to reveal the Russian beauty in a utilitarian red one-piece. Though it did an excellent job of flattering the redhead’s form, there’s really only one unusual aspect of the suit—namely, a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s bronzed, toned abdomen, the cutout (perhaps unsurprisingly) in the form of the hammer and sickle.
Treating (or possibly threatening) the FAWNatics with a double bicep flex they certainly didn’t deserve, Koslova held the pose for several seconds before she snapped an invisible belt around her waist and stomped to the far corner where she waited for the fraudulent champion while enduring Craig Long’s pre-fight inspection of her pads and boots.
The zebra had just finished with the Queen of the Kremlin when the Announcer called out, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The mood in the arena improved at once, as those that didn’t cheer the champ’s arrival busied themselves bellowing out the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up in a seeming challenge to the miserable Central Florida humidity. Jamming out to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster headed down the ramp toward her confrontation with the Iron Maiden
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the whole arena, Kira included, got a chance to admire the view. Winking when she stopped to face down the sinewy redhead, Renquist didn’t so much as twitch until Long strode over to take the LW strap off her hands. Then she kissed her fingertips and blew the smooch in Koslova’s direction only to ‘swat’ it out of the air before it could very too far. Macy smiled, the crowd cheered and Koslova sneered, a reaction that made the blonde’s smile get a little wider before she headed to the opposite corner.
The bell sounded and Koslova exited her corner like she was headed out on exercises, the Iron Maiden marching to the center of the ring with a grim, martial efficiency. Such humorlessness usually prompted a bit of ego-tweaking from the Slappin’ Sensation but tonight she strolled out to meet her adversary without so much as a word. Kira posted up to wait for the champion’s arrival, but when Renquist stopped a few steps short, the svelte redhead closed the distance in a single stride.
The blatant chest-bump rocked Macy back on her heels, then she caught her balance and returned the favor, blonde and redhead going nose to nose amidst the ‘oooooohhs’ of the Slaybor Day crowd. “Got something to say, princess?” Renquist asked the challenger. “I’d speak you mind now before I slap your lips numb.”
“This foolishness ends tonight, you pathetic wisp of a woman.” Koslova murmured. “Your over-hyped hands will have all the effect of snowballs thrown at a tank and I will run you down just as efficiently. Our ‘battle’ ends with a new Lightweight Champion grinding the treads of her boot against your pathetic che--”
Macy treated Kira to a two-handed shove to create a little distance so she had the proper wind-up and follow through for the CRAAACKING Slap she inflicted upon the Hammer & Sickle cutout of her foe’s one-piece! The surprise that flickered across the redhead’s face suggested Renquist’s percussive palms hit with more sting than she’d expected, but Koslova answered in kind by Bytch Slapping the Floridian flush in the mouth! Renquist soaked up the shot with little more than a wince, then returned it to Kira who in turn handed it right back! The Beach Blaster pinked Koslova’s left cheek with her third Slap and snorted in disappointment when the taller wrestler stumbled away with a hand pressed to her jaw.
“What, that’s all you got babe?” Macy chirped. “Where’d all that tank talk go? If three slaps is enough to make you retreat maybe I should’ve challenged Polly inst--”
Koslova roared in with a Toe Kick that got stopped half an inch from its destination due to Renquist’s eerily quick hands. But Kira’s feet were proving a match for Macy’s mitts, as demonstrated when she sprang off her plant foot and THWHACKED it across the side of Renquist’s skull in an effortless Enzugiri!
Macy grunted and wheeled around in a half circle, the blonde doing her best to walk off the Russian’s quick counterattack. Koslova wasn’t about to make it easy for her though, she stomped after the champ, crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaked Renquist’s six from shoulder to buttock! Macy hissed, went up on tiptoe and staggered that much closer to the ropes, only to fall short when Koslova grabbed a handful of her bra strap and reeled her into a Full Nelson.
Hands laced against the curve of her foe’s skull, Kira jammed Renquist’s chin into her sternum and swung her back and forth over and over again, thus forcing the blonde to focus on nothing save maintaining her balance. “Do not mistake this for one of your frilly little sand tussles.” the St. Petersburg native hissed in Macy’s ear during a break in the ferocious thrashing. “This is an athletic contest in which the strong prosper and the weak are swept into the dustbin of historYRGH!”
Macy hopped up and brought both heels down on the redhead’s toes! Koslova didn’t release the Full Nelson, however it loosened to such an extent that Macy simply raised her arms and dropped clear, the Lightweight Champ landing on her butt in front of the surprised Russian. Leaning back and kicking her legs up in the same movement, Renquist cinched her arms around Koslova’s calves and her stems around the challenger’s hips all so she could roll forward and pull the squirming battler down onto her shoulders in a low-flying Victory Roll good for…
ONE…
TWNO!
Kira powered free and immediately rolled to one knee, the icy Perfect Athlete watching the Beach Blaster with narrow, furious eyes.
As for Macy, she wore a tighter version of her usual competitive smile though it was clear she was running just as hot as her Russian rival. Dropping into a deep squat so she could go eye to eye with the kneeling challenger, Macy reached out with one hand and swept a line between them, her intention unmistakable. “You couldn’t hang for ten minutes on the sand, Princess Comrade.” she told Kira. “You won’t last ten minutes on canvas either, but we can still wrestle just as rough as you wa--”
Koslova swatted Renquist’s hand away, rose to her full height and made a great show of stepping clear over the blonde’s imposed demarcation. “I will break your back.” the Iron Maiden promised. “Trample your spirit. Make you humbleRGH!”
Renquist snatched Kira’s left wrist, slipped around behind her back and folded the limb up between her shoulders in a painfully snug Hammerlock. Bending the redhead’s fingers to add an extra layer of hurt to the simple hold, Macy gouged her chin into the hollow of Koslova’s left shoulder and chided, “We’ll see who’s humble when the bell rings next. Hope you can hear it over the patter of your tears hitting the canv--“NGH!”
Kira smacked a short elbow into the blonde’s mouth, then swung around behind the champ and tugged both arms behind her back. Looping her own arms around Renquist’s biceps, Koslova locked her hands and hoisted the champion high into the air with an elevated Double Chickenwing she called the Bear Clamp!
BEAR CLAMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyc2H44qJ9I
Groaning in pain as the hold put a great deal of strain on her shoulders, Macy drew her legs up and braced her shins against the redhead’s thighs to alleviate the worst of the pressure. Didn’t do anything to get her out of the Clamp, especially when Kira began to jounce in place. “Ask her!” Koslova demanded of Craig Long. “This weakling loves to beg, I know it!”
While the ref didn’t agree with this assertion it didn’t stop him from checking on the champion. “What do you say, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Macy shook her head to make sure there was no mistake. “No, that title’s not going anyWRRRGGH!”
Kira went up on tiptoe and slung the Slappin’ Sensation forward and down to hit the canvas with a heavy THWHUMP! Renquist hit flat and bounced up at once, the blonde propped on one elbow so she could check her mouth and nose for blood. She found none, at least then. Unfortunately another check would be necessary after Koslova loped in from the left and sprang into the air to bring the back of her right leg smashing down across the back of the champion’s head! Macy’s forehead bounced again and she flopped onto her back meaning that Kira didn’t have to shoot a Half Nelson before she slid across the blonde’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked out in time with ‘TWO’, earning the zebra a hard stare from Koslova. Shifting her attention when the Floridian fought to a seat, Kira snuggled in behind and forced Macy’s left arm up overhead with a Half Nelson. In the same motion she reached across with her right hand, grabbed hold of Renquist’s left wrist and pulled it tight against her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. Rising to one knee as the blonde began to struggle, Koslova pulled Renquist’s torso against her knee and wrenched the Clutch a little tighter.
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGHm2VVGCl0
“Don’t waste your breath on defiance.” the redhead explained. “I’m deaf to anything save your total submission.”
Macy waggled an index finger for the ref, then raised a middle finger for Koslova and turned into the challenger, which gave her a bit more leverage but also increased the strain on her neck.
Kira moved with her, the redhead rising to her haunches and leaning in to keep her weight pressed against the other wrestler’s head and shoulders. “Plead for me!” Koslova demanded as Renquist continued to suffer in her grasp. “As loudly as you can, you soft little nothERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation wasn’t much for pleadin’ but she liked plowin’ just fine, namely her right elbow into the trim washboard of the challenger’s belly. These shots forced Kira to back off without relinquishing the Cobra Clutch. This in turn allowed Macy to fire off even more counter-elbows, the bony dagger just gouging into the redhead’s midriff with a flat little pwak-pwak-pwak!
But credit the tenacity of the challenger, Koslova continued to wrench her grasp back and forth even as Renquist regained her footing at about half-speed. Giving up on the elbows to cup the back of her opponent’s noggin, Macy drew Kira close and went up on her tiptoes only to STAMP down on Koslova’s left foot! The Perfect Athlete cursed in her native tongue, swept her foot aside to avoid a follow-up stomp, then made Renquist pay for the error by driving a Kneelift into the Floridian’s tailbone. “UUGHH!” Macy stumbled forward, her awkward looking lurch actually drawing the blonde to within an arm’s length of the ropes before Kira transitioned from her Clutch to an equally brawny Full Nelson.
“Nyet.” Koslova admonished her struggling prey. “Freedom is not so easily earned, brat. In fact I believe it’s time you were properly punished for your insolence.”
“Keep running your trap, baby.” Macy growled through clenched teeth to suppress the groan threatening to escape the back of her throat. “Because I am going to LOVE slapping that trashy Ice Queen accent the hell outta your mouWHOAH NNNGGHHH!”
Renquist’s legs swung up to hip level when Koslova muscled her into the air, meaning the blonde was powerless to defend herself against the butt-busting THWHUMP of Kira’s Full Nelson Bomb! To make matters worse, the Russian threaded her legs around the other wrestler’s waist and gave up the Full Nelson so she could roll onto her stomach. Doing so stacked Macy up on her shoulders in a pin that went from domineering to downright embarrassing once Kira hooked her shins into the pits of the blonde’s knees and prized her stems apart in a sort of Matchbook meets Wishbone. Leaving the whistles to the most salacious amongst the FAWNatics, Craig Long dove in beside his charges and tolled…
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RA0kZo4HFuo
ONE…
TWO…
Macy slipped a leg free of the awkward predicament and drove that heel between the challenger’s shoulders to break the count with a full second to spare.
More angered than hurt by Renquist’s kick, Kira scrambled to her feet, then earned an ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ from the crowd when she tagged Macy’s cheek with a quick, nasty Bytch Slap! “What’s the matter, this is your preferred game, is it not?” Koslova barked at the Floridian as Renquist put a hand to her stinging face. “Return fire if you can, toy champion! Perhaps if you are lucky your fingers won’t shatter on my iron--”
CRAAACK!
Macy tagged her aggressive challenger flush in the mouth with a knuckles-heavy backhand that sent Koslova stumbling with one hand cupped over the lower half of her face. Teasing the redhead with a coy smile and some brazen eye contact, Renquist raised a thumb and carefully swabbed it across her bottom lip.
“You bleeding, cutie?”
Kira snorted, straightened up and spat on the canvas. “As if you could inflict such an indignity upon a superior athlete.”
Macy raised a hand and twitched her fingers like an old west gunfighter. “Give me many more free shots and you’ll be spitting blood AND teeth, ba--”
The Iron Maiden stormed into the breach and lashed out with a Toe Kick aimed at the summer-tanned expanse of Renquist’s bellNO! Macy slipped to the side to avoid the kick, caught Koslova’s calf in her right hand and immediately buggy-whipped beneath the exposed limb to spin Kira to the deck with a quick Dragon Screw! Renquist followed her rival to the deck, in fact she took a seat between Kira’s parted stems and snugged them around her hips like she was inviting the Russian to pour on the pressure with a Bodyscissors.
Kira might’ve done just that if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her tweaked left knee. As it was, she didn’t do anything other than protest when the Slappin’ Sensation rolled onto her butt and tumbled the challenger onto her belly in the process. Now seated on the back of Koslova’s upturned thighs (with the redhead’s shins belted tight across her tummy) Renquist hooked her feet under Kira’s biceps and boosted her arms off the canvas so she could catch hold of the Perfect Athlete’s wrists when she sat up immediately thereafter.
DRAGON SCREW TO GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqTLNq5U7Uo
“AAAARRRGGGHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!” Koslova went from stoic to shrieking the instant Renquist cranked back on her spine-wrenching Surfboard.
“QUIT!” Macy jounced her opponent’s wrists up and down to put some agonizing strain on her shoulders as well as her back. “TAP, NAP OR SLAP, HONEY!”
“What do you say, Kira?” Craig knelt beside the action, though he took care to remain outside flailin’ or grabbin’ distance. “Need to call it for the night?”
“NYET! NYET!” Koslova shook her head ‘no’ since she assumed the idiot wasn’t bilingual. “I will never surrender to this petulant chilDRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Frowning, Macy reefed backward to such a degree that she was practically flat on her back and Kira was almost on her knees. Neither stayed there long, though Renquist quickly settled into a sadistic Rocking Horse sort of motion that had the FAWNatics demanding that she ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
But Koslova held her tongue (bit it, actually) and managed to inch her way across the canvas, the challenger gaining a little more ground every time Macy let her settle out flat. Almost thirty torturous seconds later, Kira wrested her right arm free of the champ’s grip and clamped down on the bottom rope in a death-grip. “BREAK!” she snarled at Macy. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF OOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Macy sat up, tossed away her remaining handhold and hooked a double fistful of Kira’s red one-piece just to make it vanish with a truly beachy wedgie! Sawing the crimson lycra from side to side earned another high-pitched wail from the challenger but Koslova wouldn’t relinquish her grip on the strands, so Renquist switched over to a patently illegal hair-hold and craaaaaaaaaanked Kira’s neck until Long reached ’FOUR!’ on his count.
Somersaulting away from the grumbling redhead to regain her feet near the center of the ring, Macy ran the ropes and THWHUMPED the point of her right elbow into the hollow of the Russian’s aching back!
“PULING WRETCH!” Koslova shrieked as she pressed both hands to her vulnerable vertebrae. “You’ll pay the Iron Price for this affroWEERRRGGGHH!”
Macy rolled to one knee, grabbed the redhead by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her away from the ropes quick enough to induce a warm case of mat-burn, lycra be damned. The sudden sting got Kira to all fours in record time, though her progress slowed considerably when Renquist caught her arms and tugged them behind her back in a tight Double Chickenwing. “These are for you, bubble-butt.” Macy stuffed a half dozen left-right-left Kneelifts into Koslova’s glutes, the Perfect Athlete groaning and squirming with each impact. Cranking up on the arm-control after she’d finished tenderizing Kira’s glutes, Renquist dropped her hips and peeled off a beautiful bridge to THWHUMP the Russian redhead down on the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-shivering Tiger Suplex. The Beach Blaster went up on tiptoe to maintain her bridge and end Koslova’s golden aspirations with a count of…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY1JtKteKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kira pulled loose and flopped onto her right side to keep herself in the match for a little while longer. Just how long was up for debate as the blonde pushed to one knee and pressed in against Koslova’s back to snake her left arm around the challenger’s throat. “Gotcha now, honey.” Renquist was all sparking eyes and flashing teeth as she dragged the struggling challenger into her lap. Fists knotted tight behind Kira’s head, Macy stretched out on her back and neatly hooked both legs around her opponent’s waist in a Figure-Four Bodyscissors.
“You have nothing!” Koslova’s icy tone betrayed far more cracks than usual because she had to claw and gouge at the Floridian’s encroaching forearm to gain the tiniest bit of separation. “You will not submit me, you pathetic piece of eye candy. It is YOU who will beg for MERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Macy bore down on the Bodyscissors and wrenched the Sleeper back ‘n forth for several seconds before adding to Koslova’s misery by grinding her chin into the crown of the Russian’s skull. “Guess that makes you nothing, Comrade Princess.” the blonde huffed to her fading opposition. “Because I’ve got your frigid ass locked up tight!”
SCISSORED SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CvvzN3kccs
Koslova offered no response, so Craig Long took the opportunity to check on his struggling charge. “What do you say, Kira? Had enough? Tell me something or I’ll have to call it.”
“Nyet!” Kira waggled a finger at the zebra. “I am still moving! And if I am still moving, I am still fightMMMPPPHHHH!”
Macy halved the Sleeper so she could cup her right hand over the redhead’s face, cutting off her airways with a classic HOM Smother! “Not gonna be moving for long.” the Lightweight champ predicted. “But we can pick this up again after the medics have slapped you awake. Want round two in the parking lot? Maybe in the penthouse? Or do you have the guts to bring your ass out to the beach?”
“MRRRGHHH!” Kira’s legs kicked a frantic tattoo against the canvas, though her reserves must’ve been dwindling because the pace slowed considerably within less than five seconds.
Noting the ugly pink flush growing in the Iron Maiden’s pale features, Craig hunched over the action so he could take the challenger’s right wrist in one hand. Once secured he raised it high and “AAAAARRRRHHHHH BYTCH!” Macy’s startled shriek caused the referee to lose his grip but Koslova only tightened hers, the tenacious redhead spidering her left hand behind her own back to clamp down on the fork of her opponent’s crotch!
Damned if the Beach Blaster didn’t muster another constriction, as evidenced by the nauseated moan Koslova burbled against her palm. Alas, it wasn’t enough to break Kira’s clamp and her perch grew all the more tenuous when Koslova slipped free of the HOM and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between thumb and forefinger! Macy wailed and finally abandoned the Sleeper, though she made Kira pay for the privilege by driving a trio of blunt Forearm Smashes into the base of her neck. Then she unhooked the Scissors and sent Koslova rolling awaNOOOO!
The Perfect Athlete tumbled to all fours without breaking her underhanded talon, in fact it got that much stronger when Kira gripped her left wrist for extra leverage. Scrambling to position herself between the blonde’s flailing stems, Koslova got her right knee atop Renquist’s left thigh and hooked her left shin over the champ’s right shin to remove them from the equation while she made Macy writhe in her She-Bear Trap!
“YOU’RE FINISHED!” Kira bellowed into her prey’s pain-wracked features. “THE ONLY THING TO DO IS SCREAM THE NAME OF YOUR CONQUEROR!”
Reactions slowed to a crawl by the waves of pain radiating out from her center, Macy buried both hands in her hair and shook her head ’no’ because she couldn’t steady a hand long enough to waggle a finger for the official. Infuriated by the denial, Koslova inched up a little bit higher and pressed down, the muscles in her shoulders and biceps standing out in stark relief as she worked to dig the quit from her blonde rival. “Don’t think unconsciousness will save you.” Kira threatened. “Stillness may award me the Lightweight Title, but it will not earn your freedom. You will remain a sobbing shell of a woman until your raise your voice and submit to--”
Macy pushed up on her right elbow and CRA-CRAAACKED two stinging Forehand Slaps across the still pink features of the St. Petersburg native! “Suuuuhhhhh…save your breath, bytch.” Renquist panted, her dark eyes shiny with pain but otherwise steady as she stared down furious challenger. “You’re gonna have to choke me out because I’ll never beg you for UUNNNGGGGH GAAAAAAAAHD!”
Kira ended the Claw and shoved Macy to the deck, then hoisted a Double Axehandle to the rafters and THWHUMPED it down against those defenseless white togs! The full body jolt that followed actually shifted Renquist out from under the challenger, not that it allowed her any respite because the Iron Maiden buried a hand in her hair and hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Leading Macy out to the center of the squared circle, Koslova switched over from hair-hold to Wristlock and immediately spun that hapless limb (the blonde’s right) through not one, not two, but three quick Arm Wringers! Upon completing her set the Russian planted her right hand between the Floridian’s shoulders and deftly spun her ‘round into a combination Front Facelock and Hammerlock. No hesitation with the trap set, Koslova laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Macy’s skull into the canvas courtesy a brutal Hammerlock DDT! The Slappin’ Sensation tumbled through to a seat only to collapse to the canvas whereupon Kira splashed across her midsection and cradled the far leg for…
HAMMERLOCK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2ZH-wBbEEE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy popped her hips and flopped to her stomach, saving her reign with barely a whisper to spare. Koslova skewered Craig with a steely glare, but the brunt of her ire returned to Renquist when the blonde dared struggle to all fours. “You are clearly powerless against the whims of the Perfect Athlete, yet you continue to refuse me what is mine?” Kira palmed Macy’s head in both hands and pulled her to her knees so that she was pointed at the hard camera with the vicious redhead at her back. “The time for denials is long past, toy champion. Now is the time for tears, suffering and shame!”
With that she snaked her right arm around Renquist’s neck and wrenched her head backward in a kneeling Dragon Sleeper that differed from the Pits of Starfire in that Koslova locked her hands behind her own back rather than against Macy’s battle-damp six. Feet set wide, Kira sank into a deep crouch and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward to put an incredible strain on the blonde’s neck and shoulders.
KNEELING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wVlWxV0q00
“Yes, that’s it! Paw and scrabble!” Koslova taunted the struggling Sensation. “Exhaust all possibilities before you sweeten the air with your sobs!”
The torque was nothing short of hellish, and yet Macy regained a touch of her previous composure simply because the redhead was no longer ripping and tearing at her undercarriage. “Yuuuuhhhh… you think this is how you’re going to beat me, beeyotch?” she rasped. “Poaching the finisher of the chick I took the title from? I don’t think OOOOOOWWWWW!”
The Perfect Athlete reminded she had a mean streak worthy of a Siberian tigress when she halved the Dragon Sleeper and brought her left hand around to raaaaaaaaake, then maul the blonde’s breasts! “She was an embarrassment!” Kira sneered as she alternated between prolonged squeezing and white-knuckled tweaking. “While you are a weakling! The Lightweight Championship WILL be returned to glory and I will be the one to do so just as soon as you SUBMIT, BYTCH!” She crouched even lower, Renquist’s supple frame bent in a torturous arch that had the FAWNatics chanting ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
Macy didn’t tap, alas her resilience only infuriated Koslova, who paused her torture just long enough to pull the blonde’s top away from her vulnerable bounty. “RRRRRRHHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!” the Beach Blaster couldn’t contain a sob even as she jabbed her left elbow into the meat of her opponent’s left thigh. “GET YOUR NASTY HANDS OFFA MY AAAAAIIIIEEE STAAAAAHP!”
Kira honed in on the Floridian’s right nipple, the merciless challenger stretching the pliant flesh to its limit. “SAY YOU SUBMIT!” the redhead barked. “SAY YOU SUBMITTAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Macy gave the Iron Maiden a bitter draught of her own medicine by stuffing right elbow into the center of her opponent’s briefs! The perilous pincer fell away but the Dragon Sleeper remained, so Renquist delivered a second elbow, then reached up and laced both hands behind Kira’s head to--“NNNGGHHH!” Koslova released the Inverted Facelock at the same time she drove a stern Kneelift into the small of her opponent’s back. The shift in balance sent Macy tumbling to all fours, which in turn let Kira whip around in front to claim a Standing Headscissors. Looping her arms around Renquist’s waist, the Perfect Athlete upended her adversary and immediately sat down, DRIVING the crown of her skull into the mat with a Cold Snap Piledriver! Macy sprawled onto her back in a boneless starfish that was promptly bundled into a domineering Back Press, her normally domineering rump all sullen and sulky as Koslova pointed it into the rafters for the…
COLD SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ggDK9kIFds
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
The Slappin’ Sensation denied Craig’s set by a razor thin margin, her escape thrilling everyone but the now apoplectic redhead. “YOU ARE BEATEN!” she shrieked down at the battered blonde. “BROKEN AND HELPLESS! BEG FOR MERCY!”
“Nuuuuhhhh… name’s Macy, not Mercy, beeyotch.” Renquist huffed. “Get it right or pay the prieeeeggggghhhhh!”
Kira stomped her belly half a dozen times, then bent over and hauled her to verticality with a double handful of hair. Not content to simply catch a Wristlock, Koslova lowered a shoulder, stuffed it into her foe’s midsection and muscled her onto one shoulder so she could rush to the nearest corner and BWUNG her against the unforgiving turnbuckles. Another half dozen Shoulderblocks were piled on before the ref bustled over to enforce the break. Kira ignored him of course, choosing instead to use her last Shoulderblock to muscle Macy into a gut-shot seat on the third floor.
Slapping Macy’s face to make sure the coward hadn’t passed into unconsciousness, Koslova grabbed another handful of hair to steady her climb to the third rope. “Kiss the Hammer & Sickle.” Koslova ordered. “Kiss the sigil of YOUR new Lightweight Champion and I will allow you to leave the ring with dign--”
“Kiss my ass, punk.” Renquist interrupted.
With an expression that could’ve been carved from ice, Kira paintbrushed the blonde’s face with a forehand-backhand combo, then hopped up and *smecked* her legs around Macy’s noggin and snapped backward to--THWHUMP! Macy grabbed the top rope in both hands and held on tight, meaning Koslova’s would-be ‘Rana transformed into an ugly solo sprawl that dropped the startled challenger on the back of her head and shoulders!
Kira somersaulted out of the ugly landing and powered to boot-leather, however she wasn’t so much vertical as she was doubled over with the top of her head pointed at the corner. As for Macy, she set her feet on the second rope and stood up only to jump off and into a Standing Headscissors that-- Renquist caught a Waistlock and leapt over her prey for what might’ve been a Sunset Flip if she hadn’t THWHONKED Koslova skull-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8fzP4UlF9E
Viciously chomped by The Creature From the Blue Lagoon, Kira flopped backward onto her knees before pitching out in a facedown pile of ruined Russian. The Slaybor Day partygoers bellowed for Macy to cover the challenger and indeed she did shoot a Half Nelson to roll the redhead onto her back, but rather than try for a pin Renquist snatched Koslova’s wrists and pulled them up overhead. In the same instant she crossed Kira’s arms behind her head in a sort of reverse straightjacket that also meant Koslova’s shoulders weren’t flat on the canvas when Macy climbed aboard in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Face flanked on three sides by the champ’s thighs and undercarriage, Kira groaned fitfully beneath the added weight, then yelped when Renquist flattened her right hand into a paddle and SMACKED it down on those upturned features!
“Guuuuuhhh… GET OFF!” Koslova kicked her legs and wriggled from side to side, but Macy’s mount was too high and too tight.
“Want me off?” Macy made a paddle of her other hand, SMACKED it against the redhead’s flank. “Tell my friend Craig you’ve had enough!”
“F*CK YOU!” Koslova fought all the harder as Renquist began slap after slap after slap against her flanks, thighs and belly. “THIS NONSENSE CANNOT BEST MERGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! ARRRRHHH!”
Macy returned her attention to Kira’s mug, the blonde’s dangerous hands descending to the challenger’s features in a vicious barrage of whippy Overhand Bytch Slaps!
“STOP!” Koslova bawled through the palm-powered percussion. “STOP SLAPPING MY FACMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster slid forward only a few inches, though it was more than enough to give the Iron Maiden a mouthful of togs! Smiling as Kira’s eyes went wide with surprise and anger, Renquist slapped that exposed face a dozen more times before she interspersed a few more shots to belly and flanks! After that it was back to those reddening features, Koslova forced to soak up each and every one of the Floridian’s fearsome swats.
“MMRRRPPH! MMRRRPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHH!” Kira slammed a heel against the mat and glanced to Craig, so Macy covered her eyes with one hand and twisted her nose before SLAPPING out a full baker’s dozen against the fluttering insignia on her prey’s one-piece! After that it was right back to those exposed features, Macy waling away on Koslova’s cheeks and forehead for perhaps fifteen seconds before--
“Enough Macy! Enough! She’s out!”
Long called for the bell to confirm his decision, then crouched down and hooked an arm around Renquist’s waist to prize her off the slumbering redhead! Macy caught her balance and pulled away from the zebra so she could pose for the FAWNatics when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via referee’s stoppage and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“SLAPPED HER OUT!” Renquist shouted over the crowd. “SLAPPED HER RIGHT THE HELL OUT! AND NOW…”
Macy brought her hands down and gave both cheeks a swat, much to the delight of those assembled. Plucking the strap from Craig as she strutted by, Renquist snapped it around her waist, then turned it backward so the shining faceplate rested in the small of her back. “Run your mouth sweetie.” Macy demanded once she’d buried Kira in blonde buttocks. “Go on, talk that trash if you can still work your jaw!”
A soft moan against her trunks suggested Koslova could work her jaw, though the rapidity with which it faded meant she wouldn’t say much of anything for a while. Renquist on the other hand made a statement by swatting the redhead’s arms out to her sides, leaving her a slapped-out starfish while the camera zoomed in the champ blowing some invisible steam off those fight-winnin’ hands.
THE SKY OF SLAVS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsbT5N_V97c
KIRA KOSLOVA:
The growling strains of Alisa’s ‘The Sky of Slavs’ immediately spawned a round of jeers from the audience, even if 99.463% of them do not even approach fluency in Russian or comprehend their meaning. The jeers only grew louder when Kira Koslova emerged onto the ramp rather overdressed for combat in a FAWN ring, especially in very early September. The Perfect Athlete sported a full length grey fur coat, which only left visible her hands and a tiny sliver of shin above her gold wrestling boots. Meanwhile, a white wool hat rested atop crimson locks. At first, the Russian remained stationed at the top of the stage, arms folded across her chest, a withering glare directed to all corners of the sold out arena.
Once her scorn was perfectly clear did Kira start toward the squared circle, neither acknowledging the rabble nor reacting to the insults and invective directed her way. After she reached the ring did she let her eyes flit across those assembled. This was a choice she immediately regretted, Koslova clearly disgusted with the ignorant decadence of those who would dare jeer her arrival. Steeling her nerves against their disgusting intrusion, Kira posted up at center ring and finally allowed her coat to fall from her shoulders, the fur puddling at her feet to reveal the Russian beauty in a utilitarian red one-piece. Though it did an excellent job of flattering the redhead’s form, there’s really only one unusual aspect of the suit—namely, a cutout pattern displaying a portion of Kira’s bronzed, toned abdomen, the cutout (perhaps unsurprisingly) in the form of the hammer and sickle.
Treating (or possibly threatening) the FAWNatics with a double bicep flex they certainly didn’t deserve, Koslova held the pose for several seconds before she snapped an invisible belt around her waist and stomped to the far corner where she waited for the fraudulent champion while enduring Craig Long’s pre-fight inspection of her pads and boots.
The zebra had just finished with the Queen of the Kremlin when the Announcer called out, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The mood in the arena improved at once, as those that didn’t cheer the champ’s arrival busied themselves bellowing out the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner brushing through the curtain with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket which was zipped all the way up in a seeming challenge to the miserable Central Florida humidity. Jamming out to the beat of whatever tune poured from her oversized red headphones, Renquist grinned out at the fans, then reached up with one hand, caught the zipper between thumb and forefinger and drew it down to reveal the shiny gold belt snugged ‘round her trim waist. Allowing herself the opportunity to buff the faceplate with her forearm, the Beach Blaster headed down the ramp toward her confrontation with the Iron Maiden
Quick to ascend the stairs once she traversed the aisle, Macy strode onto the apron and dipped through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and strengthened her fan base by doffing the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure the whole arena, Kira included, got a chance to admire the view. Winking when she stopped to face down the sinewy redhead, Renquist didn’t so much as twitch until Long strode over to take the LW strap off her hands. Then she kissed her fingertips and blew the smooch in Koslova’s direction only to ‘swat’ it out of the air before it could very too far. Macy smiled, the crowd cheered and Koslova sneered, a reaction that made the blonde’s smile get a little wider before she headed to the opposite corner.
The bell sounded and Koslova exited her corner like she was headed out on exercises, the Iron Maiden marching to the center of the ring with a grim, martial efficiency. Such humorlessness usually prompted a bit of ego-tweaking from the Slappin’ Sensation but tonight she strolled out to meet her adversary without so much as a word. Kira posted up to wait for the champion’s arrival, but when Renquist stopped a few steps short, the svelte redhead closed the distance in a single stride.
The blatant chest-bump rocked Macy back on her heels, then she caught her balance and returned the favor, blonde and redhead going nose to nose amidst the ‘oooooohhs’ of the Slaybor Day crowd. “Got something to say, princess?” Renquist asked the challenger. “I’d speak you mind now before I slap your lips numb.”
“This foolishness ends tonight, you pathetic wisp of a woman.” Koslova murmured. “Your over-hyped hands will have all the effect of snowballs thrown at a tank and I will run you down just as efficiently. Our ‘battle’ ends with a new Lightweight Champion grinding the treads of her boot against your pathetic che--”
Macy treated Kira to a two-handed shove to create a little distance so she had the proper wind-up and follow through for the CRAAACKING Slap she inflicted upon the Hammer & Sickle cutout of her foe’s one-piece! The surprise that flickered across the redhead’s face suggested Renquist’s percussive palms hit with more sting than she’d expected, but Koslova answered in kind by Bytch Slapping the Floridian flush in the mouth! Renquist soaked up the shot with little more than a wince, then returned it to Kira who in turn handed it right back! The Beach Blaster pinked Koslova’s left cheek with her third Slap and snorted in disappointment when the taller wrestler stumbled away with a hand pressed to her jaw.
“What, that’s all you got babe?” Macy chirped. “Where’d all that tank talk go? If three slaps is enough to make you retreat maybe I should’ve challenged Polly inst--”
Koslova roared in with a Toe Kick that got stopped half an inch from its destination due to Renquist’s eerily quick hands. But Kira’s feet were proving a match for Macy’s mitts, as demonstrated when she sprang off her plant foot and THWHACKED it across the side of Renquist’s skull in an effortless Enzugiri!
Macy grunted and wheeled around in a half circle, the blonde doing her best to walk off the Russian’s quick counterattack. Koslova wasn’t about to make it easy for her though, she stomped after the champ, crooked both hands into claws and raaaaaaaaked Renquist’s six from shoulder to buttock! Macy hissed, went up on tiptoe and staggered that much closer to the ropes, only to fall short when Koslova grabbed a handful of her bra strap and reeled her into a Full Nelson.
Hands laced against the curve of her foe’s skull, Kira jammed Renquist’s chin into her sternum and swung her back and forth over and over again, thus forcing the blonde to focus on nothing save maintaining her balance. “Do not mistake this for one of your frilly little sand tussles.” the St. Petersburg native hissed in Macy’s ear during a break in the ferocious thrashing. “This is an athletic contest in which the strong prosper and the weak are swept into the dustbin of historYRGH!”
Macy hopped up and brought both heels down on the redhead’s toes! Koslova didn’t release the Full Nelson, however it loosened to such an extent that Macy simply raised her arms and dropped clear, the Lightweight Champ landing on her butt in front of the surprised Russian. Leaning back and kicking her legs up in the same movement, Renquist cinched her arms around Koslova’s calves and her stems around the challenger’s hips all so she could roll forward and pull the squirming battler down onto her shoulders in a low-flying Victory Roll good for…
ONE…
TWNO!
Kira powered free and immediately rolled to one knee, the icy Perfect Athlete watching the Beach Blaster with narrow, furious eyes.
As for Macy, she wore a tighter version of her usual competitive smile though it was clear she was running just as hot as her Russian rival. Dropping into a deep squat so she could go eye to eye with the kneeling challenger, Macy reached out with one hand and swept a line between them, her intention unmistakable. “You couldn’t hang for ten minutes on the sand, Princess Comrade.” she told Kira. “You won’t last ten minutes on canvas either, but we can still wrestle just as rough as you wa--”
Koslova swatted Renquist’s hand away, rose to her full height and made a great show of stepping clear over the blonde’s imposed demarcation. “I will break your back.” the Iron Maiden promised. “Trample your spirit. Make you humbleRGH!”
Renquist snatched Kira’s left wrist, slipped around behind her back and folded the limb up between her shoulders in a painfully snug Hammerlock. Bending the redhead’s fingers to add an extra layer of hurt to the simple hold, Macy gouged her chin into the hollow of Koslova’s left shoulder and chided, “We’ll see who’s humble when the bell rings next. Hope you can hear it over the patter of your tears hitting the canv--“NGH!”
Kira smacked a short elbow into the blonde’s mouth, then swung around behind the champ and tugged both arms behind her back. Looping her own arms around Renquist’s biceps, Koslova locked her hands and hoisted the champion high into the air with an elevated Double Chickenwing she called the Bear Clamp!
BEAR CLAMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyc2H44qJ9I
Groaning in pain as the hold put a great deal of strain on her shoulders, Macy drew her legs up and braced her shins against the redhead’s thighs to alleviate the worst of the pressure. Didn’t do anything to get her out of the Clamp, especially when Kira began to jounce in place. “Ask her!” Koslova demanded of Craig Long. “This weakling loves to beg, I know it!”
While the ref didn’t agree with this assertion it didn’t stop him from checking on the champion. “What do you say, Macy? Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Macy shook her head to make sure there was no mistake. “No, that title’s not going anyWRRRGGH!”
Kira went up on tiptoe and slung the Slappin’ Sensation forward and down to hit the canvas with a heavy THWHUMP! Renquist hit flat and bounced up at once, the blonde propped on one elbow so she could check her mouth and nose for blood. She found none, at least then. Unfortunately another check would be necessary after Koslova loped in from the left and sprang into the air to bring the back of her right leg smashing down across the back of the champion’s head! Macy’s forehead bounced again and she flopped onto her back meaning that Kira didn’t have to shoot a Half Nelson before she slid across the blonde’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist kicked out in time with ‘TWO’, earning the zebra a hard stare from Koslova. Shifting her attention when the Floridian fought to a seat, Kira snuggled in behind and forced Macy’s left arm up overhead with a Half Nelson. In the same motion she reached across with her right hand, grabbed hold of Renquist’s left wrist and pulled it tight against her throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. Rising to one knee as the blonde began to struggle, Koslova pulled Renquist’s torso against her knee and wrenched the Clutch a little tighter.
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGHm2VVGCl0
“Don’t waste your breath on defiance.” the redhead explained. “I’m deaf to anything save your total submission.”
Macy waggled an index finger for the ref, then raised a middle finger for Koslova and turned into the challenger, which gave her a bit more leverage but also increased the strain on her neck.
Kira moved with her, the redhead rising to her haunches and leaning in to keep her weight pressed against the other wrestler’s head and shoulders. “Plead for me!” Koslova demanded as Renquist continued to suffer in her grasp. “As loudly as you can, you soft little nothERGH! ERGH! ERGH!”
The Slappin’ Sensation wasn’t much for pleadin’ but she liked plowin’ just fine, namely her right elbow into the trim washboard of the challenger’s belly. These shots forced Kira to back off without relinquishing the Cobra Clutch. This in turn allowed Macy to fire off even more counter-elbows, the bony dagger just gouging into the redhead’s midriff with a flat little pwak-pwak-pwak!
But credit the tenacity of the challenger, Koslova continued to wrench her grasp back and forth even as Renquist regained her footing at about half-speed. Giving up on the elbows to cup the back of her opponent’s noggin, Macy drew Kira close and went up on her tiptoes only to STAMP down on Koslova’s left foot! The Perfect Athlete cursed in her native tongue, swept her foot aside to avoid a follow-up stomp, then made Renquist pay for the error by driving a Kneelift into the Floridian’s tailbone. “UUGHH!” Macy stumbled forward, her awkward looking lurch actually drawing the blonde to within an arm’s length of the ropes before Kira transitioned from her Clutch to an equally brawny Full Nelson.
“Nyet.” Koslova admonished her struggling prey. “Freedom is not so easily earned, brat. In fact I believe it’s time you were properly punished for your insolence.”
“Keep running your trap, baby.” Macy growled through clenched teeth to suppress the groan threatening to escape the back of her throat. “Because I am going to LOVE slapping that trashy Ice Queen accent the hell outta your mouWHOAH NNNGGHHH!”
Renquist’s legs swung up to hip level when Koslova muscled her into the air, meaning the blonde was powerless to defend herself against the butt-busting THWHUMP of Kira’s Full Nelson Bomb! To make matters worse, the Russian threaded her legs around the other wrestler’s waist and gave up the Full Nelson so she could roll onto her stomach. Doing so stacked Macy up on her shoulders in a pin that went from domineering to downright embarrassing once Kira hooked her shins into the pits of the blonde’s knees and prized her stems apart in a sort of Matchbook meets Wishbone. Leaving the whistles to the most salacious amongst the FAWNatics, Craig Long dove in beside his charges and tolled…
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RA0kZo4HFuo
ONE…
TWO…
Macy slipped a leg free of the awkward predicament and drove that heel between the challenger’s shoulders to break the count with a full second to spare.
More angered than hurt by Renquist’s kick, Kira scrambled to her feet, then earned an ‘OOOOOHHHH!’ from the crowd when she tagged Macy’s cheek with a quick, nasty Bytch Slap! “What’s the matter, this is your preferred game, is it not?” Koslova barked at the Floridian as Renquist put a hand to her stinging face. “Return fire if you can, toy champion! Perhaps if you are lucky your fingers won’t shatter on my iron--”
CRAAACK!
Macy tagged her aggressive challenger flush in the mouth with a knuckles-heavy backhand that sent Koslova stumbling with one hand cupped over the lower half of her face. Teasing the redhead with a coy smile and some brazen eye contact, Renquist raised a thumb and carefully swabbed it across her bottom lip.
“You bleeding, cutie?”
Kira snorted, straightened up and spat on the canvas. “As if you could inflict such an indignity upon a superior athlete.”
Macy raised a hand and twitched her fingers like an old west gunfighter. “Give me many more free shots and you’ll be spitting blood AND teeth, ba--”
The Iron Maiden stormed into the breach and lashed out with a Toe Kick aimed at the summer-tanned expanse of Renquist’s bellNO! Macy slipped to the side to avoid the kick, caught Koslova’s calf in her right hand and immediately buggy-whipped beneath the exposed limb to spin Kira to the deck with a quick Dragon Screw! Renquist followed her rival to the deck, in fact she took a seat between Kira’s parted stems and snugged them around her hips like she was inviting the Russian to pour on the pressure with a Bodyscissors.
Kira might’ve done just that if she hadn’t been so preoccupied with her tweaked left knee. As it was, she didn’t do anything other than protest when the Slappin’ Sensation rolled onto her butt and tumbled the challenger onto her belly in the process. Now seated on the back of Koslova’s upturned thighs (with the redhead’s shins belted tight across her tummy) Renquist hooked her feet under Kira’s biceps and boosted her arms off the canvas so she could catch hold of the Perfect Athlete’s wrists when she sat up immediately thereafter.
DRAGON SCREW TO GROUNDED SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqTLNq5U7Uo
“AAAARRRGGGHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!” Koslova went from stoic to shrieking the instant Renquist cranked back on her spine-wrenching Surfboard.
“QUIT!” Macy jounced her opponent’s wrists up and down to put some agonizing strain on her shoulders as well as her back. “TAP, NAP OR SLAP, HONEY!”
“What do you say, Kira?” Craig knelt beside the action, though he took care to remain outside flailin’ or grabbin’ distance. “Need to call it for the night?”
“NYET! NYET!” Koslova shook her head ‘no’ since she assumed the idiot wasn’t bilingual. “I will never surrender to this petulant chilDRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Frowning, Macy reefed backward to such a degree that she was practically flat on her back and Kira was almost on her knees. Neither stayed there long, though Renquist quickly settled into a sadistic Rocking Horse sort of motion that had the FAWNatics demanding that she ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
But Koslova held her tongue (bit it, actually) and managed to inch her way across the canvas, the challenger gaining a little more ground every time Macy let her settle out flat. Almost thirty torturous seconds later, Kira wrested her right arm free of the champ’s grip and clamped down on the bottom rope in a death-grip. “BREAK!” she snarled at Macy. “GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF OOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Macy sat up, tossed away her remaining handhold and hooked a double fistful of Kira’s red one-piece just to make it vanish with a truly beachy wedgie! Sawing the crimson lycra from side to side earned another high-pitched wail from the challenger but Koslova wouldn’t relinquish her grip on the strands, so Renquist switched over to a patently illegal hair-hold and craaaaaaaaaanked Kira’s neck until Long reached ’FOUR!’ on his count.
Somersaulting away from the grumbling redhead to regain her feet near the center of the ring, Macy ran the ropes and THWHUMPED the point of her right elbow into the hollow of the Russian’s aching back!
“PULING WRETCH!” Koslova shrieked as she pressed both hands to her vulnerable vertebrae. “You’ll pay the Iron Price for this affroWEERRRGGGHH!”
Macy rolled to one knee, grabbed the redhead by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaagged her away from the ropes quick enough to induce a warm case of mat-burn, lycra be damned. The sudden sting got Kira to all fours in record time, though her progress slowed considerably when Renquist caught her arms and tugged them behind her back in a tight Double Chickenwing. “These are for you, bubble-butt.” Macy stuffed a half dozen left-right-left Kneelifts into Koslova’s glutes, the Perfect Athlete groaning and squirming with each impact. Cranking up on the arm-control after she’d finished tenderizing Kira’s glutes, Renquist dropped her hips and peeled off a beautiful bridge to THWHUMP the Russian redhead down on the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-shivering Tiger Suplex. The Beach Blaster went up on tiptoe to maintain her bridge and end Koslova’s golden aspirations with a count of…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DlY1JtKteKI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kira pulled loose and flopped onto her right side to keep herself in the match for a little while longer. Just how long was up for debate as the blonde pushed to one knee and pressed in against Koslova’s back to snake her left arm around the challenger’s throat. “Gotcha now, honey.” Renquist was all sparking eyes and flashing teeth as she dragged the struggling challenger into her lap. Fists knotted tight behind Kira’s head, Macy stretched out on her back and neatly hooked both legs around her opponent’s waist in a Figure-Four Bodyscissors.
“You have nothing!” Koslova’s icy tone betrayed far more cracks than usual because she had to claw and gouge at the Floridian’s encroaching forearm to gain the tiniest bit of separation. “You will not submit me, you pathetic piece of eye candy. It is YOU who will beg for MERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Macy bore down on the Bodyscissors and wrenched the Sleeper back ‘n forth for several seconds before adding to Koslova’s misery by grinding her chin into the crown of the Russian’s skull. “Guess that makes you nothing, Comrade Princess.” the blonde huffed to her fading opposition. “Because I’ve got your frigid ass locked up tight!”
SCISSORED SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CvvzN3kccs
Koslova offered no response, so Craig Long took the opportunity to check on his struggling charge. “What do you say, Kira? Had enough? Tell me something or I’ll have to call it.”
“Nyet!” Kira waggled a finger at the zebra. “I am still moving! And if I am still moving, I am still fightMMMPPPHHHH!”
Macy halved the Sleeper so she could cup her right hand over the redhead’s face, cutting off her airways with a classic HOM Smother! “Not gonna be moving for long.” the Lightweight champ predicted. “But we can pick this up again after the medics have slapped you awake. Want round two in the parking lot? Maybe in the penthouse? Or do you have the guts to bring your ass out to the beach?”
“MRRRGHHH!” Kira’s legs kicked a frantic tattoo against the canvas, though her reserves must’ve been dwindling because the pace slowed considerably within less than five seconds.
Noting the ugly pink flush growing in the Iron Maiden’s pale features, Craig hunched over the action so he could take the challenger’s right wrist in one hand. Once secured he raised it high and “AAAAARRRRHHHHH BYTCH!” Macy’s startled shriek caused the referee to lose his grip but Koslova only tightened hers, the tenacious redhead spidering her left hand behind her own back to clamp down on the fork of her opponent’s crotch!
Damned if the Beach Blaster didn’t muster another constriction, as evidenced by the nauseated moan Koslova burbled against her palm. Alas, it wasn’t enough to break Kira’s clamp and her perch grew all the more tenuous when Koslova slipped free of the HOM and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between thumb and forefinger! Macy wailed and finally abandoned the Sleeper, though she made Kira pay for the privilege by driving a trio of blunt Forearm Smashes into the base of her neck. Then she unhooked the Scissors and sent Koslova rolling awaNOOOO!
The Perfect Athlete tumbled to all fours without breaking her underhanded talon, in fact it got that much stronger when Kira gripped her left wrist for extra leverage. Scrambling to position herself between the blonde’s flailing stems, Koslova got her right knee atop Renquist’s left thigh and hooked her left shin over the champ’s right shin to remove them from the equation while she made Macy writhe in her She-Bear Trap!
“YOU’RE FINISHED!” Kira bellowed into her prey’s pain-wracked features. “THE ONLY THING TO DO IS SCREAM THE NAME OF YOUR CONQUEROR!”
Reactions slowed to a crawl by the waves of pain radiating out from her center, Macy buried both hands in her hair and shook her head ’no’ because she couldn’t steady a hand long enough to waggle a finger for the official. Infuriated by the denial, Koslova inched up a little bit higher and pressed down, the muscles in her shoulders and biceps standing out in stark relief as she worked to dig the quit from her blonde rival. “Don’t think unconsciousness will save you.” Kira threatened. “Stillness may award me the Lightweight Title, but it will not earn your freedom. You will remain a sobbing shell of a woman until your raise your voice and submit to--”
Macy pushed up on her right elbow and CRA-CRAAACKED two stinging Forehand Slaps across the still pink features of the St. Petersburg native! “Suuuuhhhhh…save your breath, bytch.” Renquist panted, her dark eyes shiny with pain but otherwise steady as she stared down furious challenger. “You’re gonna have to choke me out because I’ll never beg you for UUNNNGGGGH GAAAAAAAAHD!”
Kira ended the Claw and shoved Macy to the deck, then hoisted a Double Axehandle to the rafters and THWHUMPED it down against those defenseless white togs! The full body jolt that followed actually shifted Renquist out from under the challenger, not that it allowed her any respite because the Iron Maiden buried a hand in her hair and hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. Leading Macy out to the center of the squared circle, Koslova switched over from hair-hold to Wristlock and immediately spun that hapless limb (the blonde’s right) through not one, not two, but three quick Arm Wringers! Upon completing her set the Russian planted her right hand between the Floridian’s shoulders and deftly spun her ‘round into a combination Front Facelock and Hammerlock. No hesitation with the trap set, Koslova laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Macy’s skull into the canvas courtesy a brutal Hammerlock DDT! The Slappin’ Sensation tumbled through to a seat only to collapse to the canvas whereupon Kira splashed across her midsection and cradled the far leg for…
HAMMERLOCK DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2ZH-wBbEEE
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy popped her hips and flopped to her stomach, saving her reign with barely a whisper to spare. Koslova skewered Craig with a steely glare, but the brunt of her ire returned to Renquist when the blonde dared struggle to all fours. “You are clearly powerless against the whims of the Perfect Athlete, yet you continue to refuse me what is mine?” Kira palmed Macy’s head in both hands and pulled her to her knees so that she was pointed at the hard camera with the vicious redhead at her back. “The time for denials is long past, toy champion. Now is the time for tears, suffering and shame!”
With that she snaked her right arm around Renquist’s neck and wrenched her head backward in a kneeling Dragon Sleeper that differed from the Pits of Starfire in that Koslova locked her hands behind her own back rather than against Macy’s battle-damp six. Feet set wide, Kira sank into a deep crouch and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned backward to put an incredible strain on the blonde’s neck and shoulders.
KNEELING DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wVlWxV0q00
“Yes, that’s it! Paw and scrabble!” Koslova taunted the struggling Sensation. “Exhaust all possibilities before you sweeten the air with your sobs!”
The torque was nothing short of hellish, and yet Macy regained a touch of her previous composure simply because the redhead was no longer ripping and tearing at her undercarriage. “Yuuuuhhhh… you think this is how you’re going to beat me, beeyotch?” she rasped. “Poaching the finisher of the chick I took the title from? I don’t think OOOOOOWWWWW!”
The Perfect Athlete reminded she had a mean streak worthy of a Siberian tigress when she halved the Dragon Sleeper and brought her left hand around to raaaaaaaaake, then maul the blonde’s breasts! “She was an embarrassment!” Kira sneered as she alternated between prolonged squeezing and white-knuckled tweaking. “While you are a weakling! The Lightweight Championship WILL be returned to glory and I will be the one to do so just as soon as you SUBMIT, BYTCH!” She crouched even lower, Renquist’s supple frame bent in a torturous arch that had the FAWNatics chanting ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
Macy didn’t tap, alas her resilience only infuriated Koslova, who paused her torture just long enough to pull the blonde’s top away from her vulnerable bounty. “RRRRRRHHHHH F*CKING BYTCH!” the Beach Blaster couldn’t contain a sob even as she jabbed her left elbow into the meat of her opponent’s left thigh. “GET YOUR NASTY HANDS OFFA MY AAAAAIIIIEEE STAAAAAHP!”
Kira honed in on the Floridian’s right nipple, the merciless challenger stretching the pliant flesh to its limit. “SAY YOU SUBMIT!” the redhead barked. “SAY YOU SUBMITTAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Macy gave the Iron Maiden a bitter draught of her own medicine by stuffing right elbow into the center of her opponent’s briefs! The perilous pincer fell away but the Dragon Sleeper remained, so Renquist delivered a second elbow, then reached up and laced both hands behind Kira’s head to--“NNNGGHHH!” Koslova released the Inverted Facelock at the same time she drove a stern Kneelift into the small of her opponent’s back. The shift in balance sent Macy tumbling to all fours, which in turn let Kira whip around in front to claim a Standing Headscissors. Looping her arms around Renquist’s waist, the Perfect Athlete upended her adversary and immediately sat down, DRIVING the crown of her skull into the mat with a Cold Snap Piledriver! Macy sprawled onto her back in a boneless starfish that was promptly bundled into a domineering Back Press, her normally domineering rump all sullen and sulky as Koslova pointed it into the rafters for the…
COLD SNAP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ggDK9kIFds
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
The Slappin’ Sensation denied Craig’s set by a razor thin margin, her escape thrilling everyone but the now apoplectic redhead. “YOU ARE BEATEN!” she shrieked down at the battered blonde. “BROKEN AND HELPLESS! BEG FOR MERCY!”
“Nuuuuhhhh… name’s Macy, not Mercy, beeyotch.” Renquist huffed. “Get it right or pay the prieeeeggggghhhhh!”
Kira stomped her belly half a dozen times, then bent over and hauled her to verticality with a double handful of hair. Not content to simply catch a Wristlock, Koslova lowered a shoulder, stuffed it into her foe’s midsection and muscled her onto one shoulder so she could rush to the nearest corner and BWUNG her against the unforgiving turnbuckles. Another half dozen Shoulderblocks were piled on before the ref bustled over to enforce the break. Kira ignored him of course, choosing instead to use her last Shoulderblock to muscle Macy into a gut-shot seat on the third floor.
Slapping Macy’s face to make sure the coward hadn’t passed into unconsciousness, Koslova grabbed another handful of hair to steady her climb to the third rope. “Kiss the Hammer & Sickle.” Koslova ordered. “Kiss the sigil of YOUR new Lightweight Champion and I will allow you to leave the ring with dign--”
“Kiss my ass, punk.” Renquist interrupted.
With an expression that could’ve been carved from ice, Kira paintbrushed the blonde’s face with a forehand-backhand combo, then hopped up and *smecked* her legs around Macy’s noggin and snapped backward to--THWHUMP! Macy grabbed the top rope in both hands and held on tight, meaning Koslova’s would-be ‘Rana transformed into an ugly solo sprawl that dropped the startled challenger on the back of her head and shoulders!
Kira somersaulted out of the ugly landing and powered to boot-leather, however she wasn’t so much vertical as she was doubled over with the top of her head pointed at the corner. As for Macy, she set her feet on the second rope and stood up only to jump off and into a Standing Headscissors that-- Renquist caught a Waistlock and leapt over her prey for what might’ve been a Sunset Flip if she hadn’t THWHONKED Koslova skull-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
CREATURE FROM THE BLUE LAGOON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8fzP4UlF9E
Viciously chomped by The Creature From the Blue Lagoon, Kira flopped backward onto her knees before pitching out in a facedown pile of ruined Russian. The Slaybor Day partygoers bellowed for Macy to cover the challenger and indeed she did shoot a Half Nelson to roll the redhead onto her back, but rather than try for a pin Renquist snatched Koslova’s wrists and pulled them up overhead. In the same instant she crossed Kira’s arms behind her head in a sort of reverse straightjacket that also meant Koslova’s shoulders weren’t flat on the canvas when Macy climbed aboard in a snug Schoolgirl Pin. Face flanked on three sides by the champ’s thighs and undercarriage, Kira groaned fitfully beneath the added weight, then yelped when Renquist flattened her right hand into a paddle and SMACKED it down on those upturned features!
“Guuuuuhhh… GET OFF!” Koslova kicked her legs and wriggled from side to side, but Macy’s mount was too high and too tight.
“Want me off?” Macy made a paddle of her other hand, SMACKED it against the redhead’s flank. “Tell my friend Craig you’ve had enough!”
“F*CK YOU!” Koslova fought all the harder as Renquist began slap after slap after slap against her flanks, thighs and belly. “THIS NONSENSE CANNOT BEST MERGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! RGH! ARRRRHHH!”
Macy returned her attention to Kira’s mug, the blonde’s dangerous hands descending to the challenger’s features in a vicious barrage of whippy Overhand Bytch Slaps!
“STOP!” Koslova bawled through the palm-powered percussion. “STOP SLAPPING MY FACMMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
The Beach Blaster slid forward only a few inches, though it was more than enough to give the Iron Maiden a mouthful of togs! Smiling as Kira’s eyes went wide with surprise and anger, Renquist slapped that exposed face a dozen more times before she interspersed a few more shots to belly and flanks! After that it was back to those reddening features, Koslova forced to soak up each and every one of the Floridian’s fearsome swats.
“MMRRRPPH! MMRRRPPHHH! MMMMPPPPHH!” Kira slammed a heel against the mat and glanced to Craig, so Macy covered her eyes with one hand and twisted her nose before SLAPPING out a full baker’s dozen against the fluttering insignia on her prey’s one-piece! After that it was right back to those exposed features, Macy waling away on Koslova’s cheeks and forehead for perhaps fifteen seconds before--
“Enough Macy! Enough! She’s out!”
Long called for the bell to confirm his decision, then crouched down and hooked an arm around Renquist’s waist to prize her off the slumbering redhead! Macy caught her balance and pulled away from the zebra so she could pose for the FAWNatics when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via referee’s stoppage and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“SLAPPED HER OUT!” Renquist shouted over the crowd. “SLAPPED HER RIGHT THE HELL OUT! AND NOW…”
Macy brought her hands down and gave both cheeks a swat, much to the delight of those assembled. Plucking the strap from Craig as she strutted by, Renquist snapped it around her waist, then turned it backward so the shining faceplate rested in the small of her back. “Run your mouth sweetie.” Macy demanded once she’d buried Kira in blonde buttocks. “Go on, talk that trash if you can still work your jaw!”
A soft moan against her trunks suggested Koslova could work her jaw, though the rapidity with which it faded meant she wouldn’t say much of anything for a while. Renquist on the other hand made a statement by swatting the redhead’s arms out to her sides, leaving her a slapped-out starfish while the camera zoomed in the champ blowing some invisible steam off those fight-winnin’ hands.