Post by samiamnot on Sept 16, 2020 10:27:30 GMT
TRIXIE DECKER:
Normally, Trixie wouldn’t try to interact with another wrestler before she was supposed to face them in the ring, but tonight is different. Tonight she faces someone very, very special to her.
And Trixie is, to say the least, nervous.
Bounding to the ring entrance, Trixie catches the familiar form of one of her favorite people - an angelic beauty whose looks are almost as unreal as how just sweet she really is. Trixie hurries past production assistants and crew, knowing she has precious little time before the match starts.
Stopping just short of colliding with the blonde, Trixie huffs, “Kim! Hey, sweetie! You ready and excited?”
KIM HART:
“Nervous is more like,” replied Kim. "I've heard... stories about this place. Roxxi was particularly graphic. Promise me we're just going to have a nice, clean match?"
"Cross my heart, hope to die!" Trixie made a show of literally crossing her heart with her finger. "Just ask Sammie, no one here does ANYTHING they're not comfortable with. Just, y'know, don't make any match stipulations you can't follow through on if you lose." She paused, then took a mock-stern tone. "Don't think that means I'm gonna take it easy on you, Hart!"
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Decker. I want you at your best out there!" In the distance, Trixie's music began playing over the arena PA.
"That's your cue!" said Kim excitedly. "See you in the ring, Trixie!" She gave her opponent a playful slap on the rear like a high school football coach. It was all Trixie could do to keep from blushing.
The announcer begins to speak over the intercom. “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, our next match is a standard contest bringing in a new, fresh face to FAWN! But first, her opponent… standing at five feet, three inches and one hundred nineteen pounds… from Flint, Michigan… TRIXIE ‘JINX’ DECKER!”
"GET JINXED" BY AGENTE KJøLSRUD
Trixie bursts into the entrance as her music picks up speed. Most of the FAWN audience loves her although some are desperately hoping tonight will be the night she snaps her neck. She knows this for sure because one fan is holding up a sign saying, “Trixie I Hope You Snap Your Neck!”
Trixie gives that angry fan finger guns. “Even dead, I’d probably get more pussy than you!” She blows him a kiss as she prances down the aisle to the ring. In truth, though, she was worried. Kim is so sweet and lovely and… well, FAWN is not the friendliest place. She doesn’t think Kim is doomed here. In fact, Trixie thinks Kim is a better fighter than the statuesque blonde gives herself credit for. But… there’s a protectiveness she feels for her friend.
And lust. But mostly protectiveness.
Trixie pulls herself up into the ring by the ropes, flipping over the top cable. She climbs the nearest corner and raises her arms to the mixed reactions of the crowd, drinking it in. She hops down and lets the referee pat her down, waiting to see the fans shower Kim with love.
The announcer continues over the PA "And her opponent, making her FAWN debut, standing five feet, six inches, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds... from Lucerne California, please welcome 'BABYFACE' KIM HAAAAART!"
"HEART ATTACK" BY OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN
Kim parts the curtain and makes her way to the entrance ramp. The crowd is a mix of cheers and catcalls. Kim is, unfortunately, rather used to the latter, and doesn't let it bother her. She waves to the fans and makes her way down to ring. Kim looks up to see Trixie beaming, filling her with confidence. She hops up onto the apron and slides through the ropes, eliciting more catcalls from some of the rowdier members of the crowd.
Despite what people thought about her, Kim wasn't stupid. She knew she had a so-called "killer bod." People weren't buying those pinup calendars for their helpful day-planning uses. She also knew that Trixie had something a crush on her, but there were LAYERS of incompatibility there. Trixie was a good friend, and a better wrestler. If she said she would protect Kim from FAWN's seedier elements, then Kim trusted her with her life.
The referee approaches Kim and pats her down, looking for any foreign objects (as if Kim would CHEAT!). She calls the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and goes over the final instructions.
"Ok you two, we went over the rules in the back. Obey my commands at all times, protect yourself at all times. Let's keep this clean, and rated PG. That means you, Decker. Shake hands if you wish, go back to your corners, and come out fighting at the sound of the bell."
Kim and Trixie shake hands in a show of sportsmanship.
"May the best woman win!" said Kim.
"Oh she will," winked Trixie. The two friends step back to their respective corners and prepare for battle.
DING DING DING!
Normally, Trixie might try to make her opponent look stupid or irritate them into a mistake. But, again, this is Kim. Wrestling against your closest friend is harder than fighting your worst enemy. You need to win but you also want them to look good. So Trixie meets the taller fighter in the middle of the ring and the two women begin to circle.
Studying the smaller woman, Kim puts up a hand for a test of strength. Trixie looks up at it and her eyes narrow. It takes a minute for Kim to remember she has a few inches on Trixie and there’s no way the goth can lock hands with her if Kim keeps her arm stretched perfectly up. The FAWNatics, realizing Trixie’s unable to meet the test of strength, begin laughing. Kim, offering a light blush, lowers her hand slowly so Trixie can grab it. This tickles the audience even more, who burst out cackling at the move.
“I’d be annoyed if I didn’t know you,” Trixie says. “Also, if I didn’t know I was going to do this.” Trixie jumps up and snags the arm and bends it behind Kim’s back. She flings the blonde to the ropes, attempting to catch her on the rebound in a spinning kick but Hart ducks it, racing to the opposite ropes. Whipping herself, Kim attempts to clothesline Trixie but the petite fighter flips backwards, avoiding decapitation. Kim stops and smiles at Trixie, and Trixie returns the smile before both women lunge and lock up at the shoulders.
Kim grabs Trixie's head and pulls it in for a classic headlock. Wrenching with all her might, Kim squeezes Trixie's face between her arm and her rather ample chest. Had this been a very DIFFERENT situation, this would be right where Trixie WANTED to be. But alas, this was a wrestling match. Trixie could feel the pressure on her head mounting; it was a basic hold but an effective one. She had to escape soon or risk passing out in the opening SECONDS. She cups the small of Kim's back and shoves the blonde away. Kim is forced to release the hold as she finds herself rebounding off the ropes. With the added momentum, Kim swings wildly with a forearm in Trixie's general direction. Trixie ducks the attack and slips behind the still-running Kim, slapping on a sleeper hold, halting Kim’s momentum in the middle of the ring. Two could play at this chain-wrestling game.
A boot to the back of Kim's leg brings the taller blonde to her knees. Trixie maintains the sleeper and follows her down, wrenching down on her best friend's head. Pro wrestling was a funny business.
The referee drops to a knee, keeping close watch on Kim and making sure Trixie isn’t choking her. “What do you say, Kim? You give?”
The blonde tries to shake her head in the negative, instead just waving the ref on. Kim pushes herself up to her legs, Trixie hanging on behind. A few large gallant stomps and Kim gets to the ropes, grabbing on for dear life. The referee doesn’t even get the first sound of “break” out before Trixie releases the hold, dropping off Kim’s back and stepping away to let Hart catch her breath.
The fans begin cheering Kim, chanting her name and calling for her to put the little goth in her place. Kim gives them a wide grin, feeling invigorated by their adoration, She pushes off the ropes and meets Trixie. Decker snaps Kim’s outstretched arm and twists it behind her back. Kim immediately reverses the twist, trading places with the Jinx. Trixie goes to reverse the hold, but Kim thrusts her leg between Trixie’s calves for a trip.
Kim immediately drops down to secure top position and again applies a now-grounded headlock. Trixie squirms and contorts, ultimately getting her legs around Kim's head and forcing her to the mat into a sitting headscissors. Kim attempts to kip up out of the hold a few times but to no avail. She twists her body up and around until she is facedown on the mat, her head still between Trixie's deceptively-powerful legs. Kim kicks up into a handstand, which forces Trixie's legs far enough apart that Kim is able to slip out and escape the hold. She gracefully rights herself back onto her feet and gives Trixie a wink before landing a dropkick to the sitting brunette. Trixie slams backwards onto the mat with a THUD! The crowd is loving this technical showcase and roars in appreciation.
Kim presses the attack. She rebounds off the ropes for momentum, then leaps into the air with a diving splash onto Trixie's exposed midsection. Letting out an "OOF," the wind seems knocked out of Trixie as Kim makes the first cover of the match. The ref drops to the match and makes the count.
ONE!
Trixie kicks out at one with a fair amount of authority. Kim rolls with the force of the kickout and pops back up to her feet in the opposite corner as Trixie returns to a vertical base. The two lock eyes and smile at each other as the crowd feeds off the energy.
"Didn't think it would be THAT easy, did you sweetie?" quips Trixie.
Kim grins. "Never know unless you try!"
The two begin to circle again before locking up a second time.
The FAWNatics begin to chant Kim’s name again, obviously excited by the perfect beauty giving Trixie a hard time. Kim lunges for Trixie, who again grabs the outstretched limb but, this time, arm drags Kim to the mat. Kim rolls over and starts to rise, only to be met with a boot to the side of her face. Kim topples to her side on the mat.
Trixie, in a rare display of acrobatics, flips forward in a handstand before falling forward. Her tiny butt slams into Kim’s midsection. Still, almost one hundred twenty pounds slamming into someone isn’t a fun experience and Hart looks momentarily winded.
Trixie slides off her BFF and places a boot in Kim’s right armpit and another against the same shoulder. “Hey, Kimmy-Cakes,” Trixie sings. “Please remember that I love you dearly.” Trixie grabs the wrist of Kim’s trapped arm and starts to yank for all she’s worth.
“AHHHH!” Kim screams out as pain shoots through her arm and shoulder. She twists quickly, stacking Trixie into a matchbook pin. The ref drops to make the count, but Trixie pushes with her legs and drops Kim back to the mat, resetting the hold before the ref can even get to one.
Kim’s arm felt like it was about to be yanked out of its socket. She reaches out with her long legs and manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. Thank heavens for her tall stature.
Trixie releases the hold and gets back to her feet. Kim rises as well, albeit slowly and massaging her shoulder. Slapping some life back into her arm, Kim tells herself to focus and keep her head in the game. The two friends lock up, and Kim shoots behind for a rear waistlock.
Trixie attempts to pry Kim’s hands off but the tall blonde is too quick, sending the petite fighter ass over tea kettle with a German suplex. Trixie instantly bucks and falls to the side before any hope of pin can happen.
And the fans are eating it up.
Trixie tries to scramble up but Kim is up first, scooping Trixie up and sending her back to the mat in a scoop powerslam.
SCOOP POWERSLAM:
Kim throws herself on top of Trixie, lacing in a grapevine pin.
The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Trixie breaks the pin, arching her back and violently rocking to her side to get a shoulder up. Admittedly, Kim’s body pressed on top of her felt so nice she almost didn’t snap out of the chesty-blonde-euphoria in time.
Kim looks down and asks, “Trixie, why are you smiling?”
Suddenly self aware, Trixie begins to blush. “Just proud of ya,” she says slipping her wrists from Kim’s hands and shoving the blonde off. Trixie rolls to the side and hops to all fours. Kim, still a little confused, follows suit. The women circle each other. As Kim steps forward to grapple, Trixie rolls forward between her legs, attempting to mule kick Hart in her perfect butt.
The kick connects and Kim is left a little embarrassed by the display. Rubbing her hindquarters, she shoots Trixie a look to which the brunette responds with the sheepish of grins. Kim swings a kick of her own, but Trixie catches it and trips Kim's other leg, sending her foe to the mat. Gripping both ankles, Trixie flips over and goes for a jackknife pin.
JACKKNIFE PIN:
The referee makes the count.
ONE...
TWO...
Kim kicks out at two-and-a-half, sitting upright but giving up her back to Trixie, who seizes the opportunity to clamp on another sleeper, this time digging in the hooks with her feet. Kim struggles and falls forward onto her stomach as Trixie leans in.
"You know what they say, crumb cake. 'Everyone's the same height when you're lying down.'"
Kim struggles to get to all fours, lifting Trixie off the ground slightly.
"Then... let's... CHANGE... that!" grits Kim through her teeth. She gets one foot under her, then the other, and rises to her full height of 5'6". The relatively diminutive Trixie is like a backpack on the statuesque blonde. Kim gathers her remaining strength and charges backwards into the corner, ramming Trixie into the turnbuckle with an OOF and crumpling her to the mat.
"And stop calling me pastries!"
Trixie instinctively rolls away from the corner towards the center of the ring, flat on her back and groggily looking up at the lights. Kim climbs the turnbuckle and perches on the top rope. The crowd is absolutely ECSTATIC, and the roar is deafening.
Kim looks down on the prone Trixie, who is now at least stirring a bit. With a huge leap, Kim dives off the top with a splash!
Trixie jolts to life, jutting her legs up to greet Kim. Hart can only slam into the waiting boots, feeling them meet her gut at full speed, before toppling over. The fans boo accordingly, screaming for Trixie’s blood. The goth, for her part, gets to her feet and shakes off cobwebs.
Kim isn’t down for long, pushing her way up. Trixie halts the rise of Kim, though, leaping and catching her in the back of the head with a shining wizard!
SHINING WIZARD:
Kim’s head rocks to the side as she collapses to the mat. Trixie pounce, rolling Kim onto her belly and pulling her to the center of the ring. Trixie picks up Kim’s legs and tucks them under her arms, squatting and leaning back for a Boston Crab.
The pain in Kim's back is almost unbearable. Clawing at the mat, she tries to crawl her way to ropes, inch by inch. Her finger brushes the bottom rope. So close, yet so far.
"Oh no you don't!" yells Trixie, who reasserts herself and drags Kim back to the center of the ring, leaning back even further. This was a delicate balance for Trixie. She wanted the win, obviously, but she also didn't want to cause any permanent damage to her best friend.
Kim struggles to think through the pain. Gritting her teeth, she pushes up onto her hands. The pain is excruciating, but it's the only way. Kim drops her head and tucks through Trixie's legs, ending up lying on her back in front of Decker, who is still holding Kim's ankles. Kim pulls her feet in, yanking Trixie off-balance, then shoots a massive double-upkick straight to the brunette's chest, sending Trixie flying across the ring. The crowd can't believe it; they thought that was it for sure.
Kim struggles to her feet as Trixie does the same. Both women are nearly spent, running on pure willpower.
Perhaps it’s the need to prove herself that’s pushing her harder, but Kim is the first to attack. No grabbing this time. Trixie rises and is met with an elbow to the jaw. The petite brawler stumbles back only for Kim to cup her behind the head. Hart rains forearms into Trixie’s face. She hates doing it to her friend, but she knows Trixie would be insulted if she didn’t treat her like any other opponent. She would be, too.
After a fourth forearm smash to Trixie’s face, Kim raises a boot and stomps Trixie’s left knee. Jinx drops to that knee, wincing, only to catch Kim’s patella in the bridge of the nose.
“Please stay down,” Kim whispers mostly to herself as she brings an elbow down straight towards Trixie’s crown.
Showing her veteran ring awareness, Trixie rolls out of the way as Kim crashes to the mat elbow-first. Hart immediately clutches her arm and winces in pain. Trixie grabs the back of Kim's head and hauls her to her feet. Leaning in so only the two of them can hear, she whispers quietly into her friend’s ear.
"I'm sorry about this, Kim."
Trixie pulls Kim's head down and grabs her arm. She hoists herself up and wraps her legs around Kim's head before reaching down and hooking Kim's ankle with her own. It's a picture-perfect Black Widow.
GET JINXED (BLACK WIDOW):
A fresh wave of pain shoots through Kim's spine and already-injured left arm. She tries to stumble towards the ropes, but fatigue and 117 pounds of Trixie Decker on her back conspire to bring Kim to her knees. Trixie winces at her own effectiveness, but nonetheless twists just that little bit harder to force the finish. Left in the center of the ring, with nowhere to go, and no way to escape, Kim Hart is left with but one choice.
She taps.
Trixie doesn’t have to be told to release the hold - the second Kim’s hand hits canvas, Trixie opts to wait for neither bell nor referee. She releases the hold and gets off of Kim. Immediately she checks Hart. “You okay, sweetie?”
Kim nods, rubbing her joints. “So that’s what that move feels like. I think I’d enjoy it more on the other side.”
“I’m proud of you!” Trixie hugs her friend. “You were amazing. Damn, that was a hell of a fight.”
Kim sheepishly smiles. Trixie can see Kim’s disappointment. “You should be proud of yourself, too. You left your comfort zone. You got this whole arena,” Trixie gestures, “chanting your name.”
Kim brightens a bit. “Yeah, I did.” Seeing the referee approach, Kim pats her friend’s cheek. “Take your victory lap.”
The referee holds up Trixie’s hand and the announcer comes over the sound system. “Laaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission: TRIXIE DECKER!”
The boos are deafening.
Obviously this was not what the FAWNatics wanted. They immediately return to chanting Kim’s name. Trixie smiles, all too happy to cede the spotlight, and pulls Kim over to raise her arm. The blonde blushes as the fans lose their collective mind.
Trixie gets on her tip-toes and pecks Kim’s cheek. “Drink it up. You deserve it.”
Kim stands, a bit flabbergasted at the love. She’d lost, but they didn’t seem to care. Sure, she knew part of it was because she’s a knockout. Kim was ace and sweet, maybe a little naive, but not oblivious. But she felt like a lot of it was the show she put on. She waves to the crowd, even running up the turnbuckles to pose.
She watches Trixie march up the aisle to return backstage. She sees a different scene, though. Debris is checked at Trixie, although she seems to ignore it. Finally, a male fan leans over the barricade and hurls what Kim assumes, or hopes, is beer. Trixie’s splattered and looks at him emotionlessly. She then gives a shit-eating grin to the guy followed by fingers guns, and disappears up the ramp.
Kim still isn't sure if FAWN is for her, but this match went a long way in convincing her to stay. She hops out of the ring and makes her way up the ramp, stopping to chat with a VERY inebriated fan.
"Yew did great, Kimmy!" slurs the man. "Kin I get uh selfie?"
"Only if you give me that drink after," chirps Kim, batting her eyelashes.
"Shure thing, hunny!" The man produces a cell phone and drunkenly takes a blurry selfie with Kim. Obligingly, he hands her his plastic cup of overpriced beer.
Kim takes the cup further upstage, turns to the crowd, and hurls the drink directly in the face of the fan who doused Trixie. The man is more stunned than anything else, as the crowd roars with laughter. Kim smiles sweetly and disappears behind the curtain.
Trixie is waiting for her in gorilla. She immediately glomps her best friend.
"That was amazing Kim! They LOVED you! *I* love you!" Kim winces in pain a bit at how hard Trixie is hugging her.
"Oh shit," cries Trixie as she lets go, "Sorry sorry sorry! How are you feeling?"
"Better," replies Kim, before sniffing the air a bit. "Woof, you smell TERRIBLE. Let's hit the showers and get you cleaned up."
"YES LET'S DO THAT," shouts Trixie. "Lead the way!"
Normally, Trixie wouldn’t try to interact with another wrestler before she was supposed to face them in the ring, but tonight is different. Tonight she faces someone very, very special to her.
And Trixie is, to say the least, nervous.
Bounding to the ring entrance, Trixie catches the familiar form of one of her favorite people - an angelic beauty whose looks are almost as unreal as how just sweet she really is. Trixie hurries past production assistants and crew, knowing she has precious little time before the match starts.
Stopping just short of colliding with the blonde, Trixie huffs, “Kim! Hey, sweetie! You ready and excited?”
KIM HART:
“Nervous is more like,” replied Kim. "I've heard... stories about this place. Roxxi was particularly graphic. Promise me we're just going to have a nice, clean match?"
"Cross my heart, hope to die!" Trixie made a show of literally crossing her heart with her finger. "Just ask Sammie, no one here does ANYTHING they're not comfortable with. Just, y'know, don't make any match stipulations you can't follow through on if you lose." She paused, then took a mock-stern tone. "Don't think that means I'm gonna take it easy on you, Hart!"
"Wouldn't have it any other way, Decker. I want you at your best out there!" In the distance, Trixie's music began playing over the arena PA.
"That's your cue!" said Kim excitedly. "See you in the ring, Trixie!" She gave her opponent a playful slap on the rear like a high school football coach. It was all Trixie could do to keep from blushing.
The announcer begins to speak over the intercom. “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, our next match is a standard contest bringing in a new, fresh face to FAWN! But first, her opponent… standing at five feet, three inches and one hundred nineteen pounds… from Flint, Michigan… TRIXIE ‘JINX’ DECKER!”
"GET JINXED" BY AGENTE KJøLSRUD
Trixie bursts into the entrance as her music picks up speed. Most of the FAWN audience loves her although some are desperately hoping tonight will be the night she snaps her neck. She knows this for sure because one fan is holding up a sign saying, “Trixie I Hope You Snap Your Neck!”
Trixie gives that angry fan finger guns. “Even dead, I’d probably get more pussy than you!” She blows him a kiss as she prances down the aisle to the ring. In truth, though, she was worried. Kim is so sweet and lovely and… well, FAWN is not the friendliest place. She doesn’t think Kim is doomed here. In fact, Trixie thinks Kim is a better fighter than the statuesque blonde gives herself credit for. But… there’s a protectiveness she feels for her friend.
And lust. But mostly protectiveness.
Trixie pulls herself up into the ring by the ropes, flipping over the top cable. She climbs the nearest corner and raises her arms to the mixed reactions of the crowd, drinking it in. She hops down and lets the referee pat her down, waiting to see the fans shower Kim with love.
The announcer continues over the PA "And her opponent, making her FAWN debut, standing five feet, six inches, weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds... from Lucerne California, please welcome 'BABYFACE' KIM HAAAAART!"
"HEART ATTACK" BY OLIVIA NEWTON-JOHN
Kim parts the curtain and makes her way to the entrance ramp. The crowd is a mix of cheers and catcalls. Kim is, unfortunately, rather used to the latter, and doesn't let it bother her. She waves to the fans and makes her way down to ring. Kim looks up to see Trixie beaming, filling her with confidence. She hops up onto the apron and slides through the ropes, eliciting more catcalls from some of the rowdier members of the crowd.
Despite what people thought about her, Kim wasn't stupid. She knew she had a so-called "killer bod." People weren't buying those pinup calendars for their helpful day-planning uses. She also knew that Trixie had something a crush on her, but there were LAYERS of incompatibility there. Trixie was a good friend, and a better wrestler. If she said she would protect Kim from FAWN's seedier elements, then Kim trusted her with her life.
The referee approaches Kim and pats her down, looking for any foreign objects (as if Kim would CHEAT!). She calls the two wrestlers to the center of the ring and goes over the final instructions.
"Ok you two, we went over the rules in the back. Obey my commands at all times, protect yourself at all times. Let's keep this clean, and rated PG. That means you, Decker. Shake hands if you wish, go back to your corners, and come out fighting at the sound of the bell."
Kim and Trixie shake hands in a show of sportsmanship.
"May the best woman win!" said Kim.
"Oh she will," winked Trixie. The two friends step back to their respective corners and prepare for battle.
DING DING DING!
Normally, Trixie might try to make her opponent look stupid or irritate them into a mistake. But, again, this is Kim. Wrestling against your closest friend is harder than fighting your worst enemy. You need to win but you also want them to look good. So Trixie meets the taller fighter in the middle of the ring and the two women begin to circle.
Studying the smaller woman, Kim puts up a hand for a test of strength. Trixie looks up at it and her eyes narrow. It takes a minute for Kim to remember she has a few inches on Trixie and there’s no way the goth can lock hands with her if Kim keeps her arm stretched perfectly up. The FAWNatics, realizing Trixie’s unable to meet the test of strength, begin laughing. Kim, offering a light blush, lowers her hand slowly so Trixie can grab it. This tickles the audience even more, who burst out cackling at the move.
“I’d be annoyed if I didn’t know you,” Trixie says. “Also, if I didn’t know I was going to do this.” Trixie jumps up and snags the arm and bends it behind Kim’s back. She flings the blonde to the ropes, attempting to catch her on the rebound in a spinning kick but Hart ducks it, racing to the opposite ropes. Whipping herself, Kim attempts to clothesline Trixie but the petite fighter flips backwards, avoiding decapitation. Kim stops and smiles at Trixie, and Trixie returns the smile before both women lunge and lock up at the shoulders.
Kim grabs Trixie's head and pulls it in for a classic headlock. Wrenching with all her might, Kim squeezes Trixie's face between her arm and her rather ample chest. Had this been a very DIFFERENT situation, this would be right where Trixie WANTED to be. But alas, this was a wrestling match. Trixie could feel the pressure on her head mounting; it was a basic hold but an effective one. She had to escape soon or risk passing out in the opening SECONDS. She cups the small of Kim's back and shoves the blonde away. Kim is forced to release the hold as she finds herself rebounding off the ropes. With the added momentum, Kim swings wildly with a forearm in Trixie's general direction. Trixie ducks the attack and slips behind the still-running Kim, slapping on a sleeper hold, halting Kim’s momentum in the middle of the ring. Two could play at this chain-wrestling game.
A boot to the back of Kim's leg brings the taller blonde to her knees. Trixie maintains the sleeper and follows her down, wrenching down on her best friend's head. Pro wrestling was a funny business.
The referee drops to a knee, keeping close watch on Kim and making sure Trixie isn’t choking her. “What do you say, Kim? You give?”
The blonde tries to shake her head in the negative, instead just waving the ref on. Kim pushes herself up to her legs, Trixie hanging on behind. A few large gallant stomps and Kim gets to the ropes, grabbing on for dear life. The referee doesn’t even get the first sound of “break” out before Trixie releases the hold, dropping off Kim’s back and stepping away to let Hart catch her breath.
The fans begin cheering Kim, chanting her name and calling for her to put the little goth in her place. Kim gives them a wide grin, feeling invigorated by their adoration, She pushes off the ropes and meets Trixie. Decker snaps Kim’s outstretched arm and twists it behind her back. Kim immediately reverses the twist, trading places with the Jinx. Trixie goes to reverse the hold, but Kim thrusts her leg between Trixie’s calves for a trip.
Kim immediately drops down to secure top position and again applies a now-grounded headlock. Trixie squirms and contorts, ultimately getting her legs around Kim's head and forcing her to the mat into a sitting headscissors. Kim attempts to kip up out of the hold a few times but to no avail. She twists her body up and around until she is facedown on the mat, her head still between Trixie's deceptively-powerful legs. Kim kicks up into a handstand, which forces Trixie's legs far enough apart that Kim is able to slip out and escape the hold. She gracefully rights herself back onto her feet and gives Trixie a wink before landing a dropkick to the sitting brunette. Trixie slams backwards onto the mat with a THUD! The crowd is loving this technical showcase and roars in appreciation.
Kim presses the attack. She rebounds off the ropes for momentum, then leaps into the air with a diving splash onto Trixie's exposed midsection. Letting out an "OOF," the wind seems knocked out of Trixie as Kim makes the first cover of the match. The ref drops to the match and makes the count.
ONE!
Trixie kicks out at one with a fair amount of authority. Kim rolls with the force of the kickout and pops back up to her feet in the opposite corner as Trixie returns to a vertical base. The two lock eyes and smile at each other as the crowd feeds off the energy.
"Didn't think it would be THAT easy, did you sweetie?" quips Trixie.
Kim grins. "Never know unless you try!"
The two begin to circle again before locking up a second time.
The FAWNatics begin to chant Kim’s name again, obviously excited by the perfect beauty giving Trixie a hard time. Kim lunges for Trixie, who again grabs the outstretched limb but, this time, arm drags Kim to the mat. Kim rolls over and starts to rise, only to be met with a boot to the side of her face. Kim topples to her side on the mat.
Trixie, in a rare display of acrobatics, flips forward in a handstand before falling forward. Her tiny butt slams into Kim’s midsection. Still, almost one hundred twenty pounds slamming into someone isn’t a fun experience and Hart looks momentarily winded.
Trixie slides off her BFF and places a boot in Kim’s right armpit and another against the same shoulder. “Hey, Kimmy-Cakes,” Trixie sings. “Please remember that I love you dearly.” Trixie grabs the wrist of Kim’s trapped arm and starts to yank for all she’s worth.
“AHHHH!” Kim screams out as pain shoots through her arm and shoulder. She twists quickly, stacking Trixie into a matchbook pin. The ref drops to make the count, but Trixie pushes with her legs and drops Kim back to the mat, resetting the hold before the ref can even get to one.
Kim’s arm felt like it was about to be yanked out of its socket. She reaches out with her long legs and manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. Thank heavens for her tall stature.
Trixie releases the hold and gets back to her feet. Kim rises as well, albeit slowly and massaging her shoulder. Slapping some life back into her arm, Kim tells herself to focus and keep her head in the game. The two friends lock up, and Kim shoots behind for a rear waistlock.
Trixie attempts to pry Kim’s hands off but the tall blonde is too quick, sending the petite fighter ass over tea kettle with a German suplex. Trixie instantly bucks and falls to the side before any hope of pin can happen.
And the fans are eating it up.
Trixie tries to scramble up but Kim is up first, scooping Trixie up and sending her back to the mat in a scoop powerslam.
SCOOP POWERSLAM:
Kim throws herself on top of Trixie, lacing in a grapevine pin.
The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Trixie breaks the pin, arching her back and violently rocking to her side to get a shoulder up. Admittedly, Kim’s body pressed on top of her felt so nice she almost didn’t snap out of the chesty-blonde-euphoria in time.
Kim looks down and asks, “Trixie, why are you smiling?”
Suddenly self aware, Trixie begins to blush. “Just proud of ya,” she says slipping her wrists from Kim’s hands and shoving the blonde off. Trixie rolls to the side and hops to all fours. Kim, still a little confused, follows suit. The women circle each other. As Kim steps forward to grapple, Trixie rolls forward between her legs, attempting to mule kick Hart in her perfect butt.
The kick connects and Kim is left a little embarrassed by the display. Rubbing her hindquarters, she shoots Trixie a look to which the brunette responds with the sheepish of grins. Kim swings a kick of her own, but Trixie catches it and trips Kim's other leg, sending her foe to the mat. Gripping both ankles, Trixie flips over and goes for a jackknife pin.
JACKKNIFE PIN:
The referee makes the count.
ONE...
TWO...
Kim kicks out at two-and-a-half, sitting upright but giving up her back to Trixie, who seizes the opportunity to clamp on another sleeper, this time digging in the hooks with her feet. Kim struggles and falls forward onto her stomach as Trixie leans in.
"You know what they say, crumb cake. 'Everyone's the same height when you're lying down.'"
Kim struggles to get to all fours, lifting Trixie off the ground slightly.
"Then... let's... CHANGE... that!" grits Kim through her teeth. She gets one foot under her, then the other, and rises to her full height of 5'6". The relatively diminutive Trixie is like a backpack on the statuesque blonde. Kim gathers her remaining strength and charges backwards into the corner, ramming Trixie into the turnbuckle with an OOF and crumpling her to the mat.
"And stop calling me pastries!"
Trixie instinctively rolls away from the corner towards the center of the ring, flat on her back and groggily looking up at the lights. Kim climbs the turnbuckle and perches on the top rope. The crowd is absolutely ECSTATIC, and the roar is deafening.
Kim looks down on the prone Trixie, who is now at least stirring a bit. With a huge leap, Kim dives off the top with a splash!
Trixie jolts to life, jutting her legs up to greet Kim. Hart can only slam into the waiting boots, feeling them meet her gut at full speed, before toppling over. The fans boo accordingly, screaming for Trixie’s blood. The goth, for her part, gets to her feet and shakes off cobwebs.
Kim isn’t down for long, pushing her way up. Trixie halts the rise of Kim, though, leaping and catching her in the back of the head with a shining wizard!
SHINING WIZARD:
Kim’s head rocks to the side as she collapses to the mat. Trixie pounce, rolling Kim onto her belly and pulling her to the center of the ring. Trixie picks up Kim’s legs and tucks them under her arms, squatting and leaning back for a Boston Crab.
The pain in Kim's back is almost unbearable. Clawing at the mat, she tries to crawl her way to ropes, inch by inch. Her finger brushes the bottom rope. So close, yet so far.
"Oh no you don't!" yells Trixie, who reasserts herself and drags Kim back to the center of the ring, leaning back even further. This was a delicate balance for Trixie. She wanted the win, obviously, but she also didn't want to cause any permanent damage to her best friend.
Kim struggles to think through the pain. Gritting her teeth, she pushes up onto her hands. The pain is excruciating, but it's the only way. Kim drops her head and tucks through Trixie's legs, ending up lying on her back in front of Decker, who is still holding Kim's ankles. Kim pulls her feet in, yanking Trixie off-balance, then shoots a massive double-upkick straight to the brunette's chest, sending Trixie flying across the ring. The crowd can't believe it; they thought that was it for sure.
Kim struggles to her feet as Trixie does the same. Both women are nearly spent, running on pure willpower.
Perhaps it’s the need to prove herself that’s pushing her harder, but Kim is the first to attack. No grabbing this time. Trixie rises and is met with an elbow to the jaw. The petite brawler stumbles back only for Kim to cup her behind the head. Hart rains forearms into Trixie’s face. She hates doing it to her friend, but she knows Trixie would be insulted if she didn’t treat her like any other opponent. She would be, too.
After a fourth forearm smash to Trixie’s face, Kim raises a boot and stomps Trixie’s left knee. Jinx drops to that knee, wincing, only to catch Kim’s patella in the bridge of the nose.
“Please stay down,” Kim whispers mostly to herself as she brings an elbow down straight towards Trixie’s crown.
Showing her veteran ring awareness, Trixie rolls out of the way as Kim crashes to the mat elbow-first. Hart immediately clutches her arm and winces in pain. Trixie grabs the back of Kim's head and hauls her to her feet. Leaning in so only the two of them can hear, she whispers quietly into her friend’s ear.
"I'm sorry about this, Kim."
Trixie pulls Kim's head down and grabs her arm. She hoists herself up and wraps her legs around Kim's head before reaching down and hooking Kim's ankle with her own. It's a picture-perfect Black Widow.
GET JINXED (BLACK WIDOW):
A fresh wave of pain shoots through Kim's spine and already-injured left arm. She tries to stumble towards the ropes, but fatigue and 117 pounds of Trixie Decker on her back conspire to bring Kim to her knees. Trixie winces at her own effectiveness, but nonetheless twists just that little bit harder to force the finish. Left in the center of the ring, with nowhere to go, and no way to escape, Kim Hart is left with but one choice.
She taps.
Trixie doesn’t have to be told to release the hold - the second Kim’s hand hits canvas, Trixie opts to wait for neither bell nor referee. She releases the hold and gets off of Kim. Immediately she checks Hart. “You okay, sweetie?”
Kim nods, rubbing her joints. “So that’s what that move feels like. I think I’d enjoy it more on the other side.”
“I’m proud of you!” Trixie hugs her friend. “You were amazing. Damn, that was a hell of a fight.”
Kim sheepishly smiles. Trixie can see Kim’s disappointment. “You should be proud of yourself, too. You left your comfort zone. You got this whole arena,” Trixie gestures, “chanting your name.”
Kim brightens a bit. “Yeah, I did.” Seeing the referee approach, Kim pats her friend’s cheek. “Take your victory lap.”
The referee holds up Trixie’s hand and the announcer comes over the sound system. “Laaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission: TRIXIE DECKER!”
The boos are deafening.
Obviously this was not what the FAWNatics wanted. They immediately return to chanting Kim’s name. Trixie smiles, all too happy to cede the spotlight, and pulls Kim over to raise her arm. The blonde blushes as the fans lose their collective mind.
Trixie gets on her tip-toes and pecks Kim’s cheek. “Drink it up. You deserve it.”
Kim stands, a bit flabbergasted at the love. She’d lost, but they didn’t seem to care. Sure, she knew part of it was because she’s a knockout. Kim was ace and sweet, maybe a little naive, but not oblivious. But she felt like a lot of it was the show she put on. She waves to the crowd, even running up the turnbuckles to pose.
She watches Trixie march up the aisle to return backstage. She sees a different scene, though. Debris is checked at Trixie, although she seems to ignore it. Finally, a male fan leans over the barricade and hurls what Kim assumes, or hopes, is beer. Trixie’s splattered and looks at him emotionlessly. She then gives a shit-eating grin to the guy followed by fingers guns, and disappears up the ramp.
Kim still isn't sure if FAWN is for her, but this match went a long way in convincing her to stay. She hops out of the ring and makes her way up the ramp, stopping to chat with a VERY inebriated fan.
"Yew did great, Kimmy!" slurs the man. "Kin I get uh selfie?"
"Only if you give me that drink after," chirps Kim, batting her eyelashes.
"Shure thing, hunny!" The man produces a cell phone and drunkenly takes a blurry selfie with Kim. Obligingly, he hands her his plastic cup of overpriced beer.
Kim takes the cup further upstage, turns to the crowd, and hurls the drink directly in the face of the fan who doused Trixie. The man is more stunned than anything else, as the crowd roars with laughter. Kim smiles sweetly and disappears behind the curtain.
Trixie is waiting for her in gorilla. She immediately glomps her best friend.
"That was amazing Kim! They LOVED you! *I* love you!" Kim winces in pain a bit at how hard Trixie is hugging her.
"Oh shit," cries Trixie as she lets go, "Sorry sorry sorry! How are you feeling?"
"Better," replies Kim, before sniffing the air a bit. "Woof, you smell TERRIBLE. Let's hit the showers and get you cleaned up."
"YES LET'S DO THAT," shouts Trixie. "Lead the way!"