Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 0:49:29 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit!” The Announcer bellowed over the loudspeaker. The buzz of excitement from the fans turned into boisterous jeers as Jennifer Lopez’s ‘Booty’ blasted through the arena.
KENDRA LARUE:
Out through the curtains strutted Kendra LaRue to a shower of boos from the FAWN Faithful. One half of the Legendary tag team Booty Shock and a former multi-timr champion in Mexico, The Siren didn’t so much arrive as she did let her presence be known far and wide. Observing the mass of Orlando filth with obvious disdain, the challenger knotted immaculately manicured hands into a fist on top of her long dark hair and gave her voluptuous frame a few body rolls to show off her Mexican flag themed two-piece bikini, quickly turning show off her favored and God given weapon that was her backside. Having endured some memorable posterior punishment in her recent altercations with Beckett and Onika, LaRue continued to shun that heart-attack inducing g-string for smallish (albeit much sturdier) bottoms that still managed to induce palpitations in a great number of those assembled. Finishing her dance with an derisive smirk, the Callipygian Killer turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
“Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California… THE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a multi-time Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!”
The Siren’s pernicious promenade eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the steel steps with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her attention to the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers snapping pic after pic of her most notorious feature. “Don’t get used to this view, idiots.” I’m gonna add ten pounds of leather and gold before you know it.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated the weapon which would not only finish, but utterly destroy Becky Clayton’s championship reign.
Kendra dropped any hint of teasing or seduction from her movements and backed into a corner putting her hands on the middle ropes, eye trained on the curtains for the perpetual seat-cushion that’d somehow failed her way into FAWN’s top prize. The unfairness of it all would’ve made her sick if she wasn’t about to bring the whole thing to a screeching half. After tonight she’d be the World Champion and after that it was only a matter of time before LK claimed the BMD strap and put that poseur Onika out of her misery once and for all.
“And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the creaky doors to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted it overhead. “Hope you all enjoyed her first routine.” Clayton said with a knowing smile. “Next one’s gonna be a helluva lot more awkward, what with my boot stuck all up in there!”
More than happy to ruin Kendra‘s dancing for the foreseeable future, Clayton draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s battle with one of FAWN’s most devastating derriere’s, the BFG wore a fall appropriate brown, orange and yellow camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. “Just hand it over now.” Kendra scoffed when the blonde turned in her direction. “Seriously Clayton, kiss the title goodbye, then give it to me. It’s the only way you’ll leave this ring without-” Becky raised the belt only to toss it to Nick Castle. Once that was done she kissed her fingertips and ‘smacked’ ‘em against her own impressive backside as she made her way to the opposite corner.
No waiting from Kendra when the bell sounded, she made straight for the center of the ring like she was drawn by a magnet. “Get your skinny little ass out here, Clayton!” she demanded loud enough for several rows of FAWNatics to hear. “It’s time you succumbed to the Siren’s Song!”
Becky arched an eyebrow at the challenger’s choice of adjectives, but she glanced out at the ringside fans rather than leave the corner. “Is it just me or is she looking at the wrong ass?” she cocked a hip ever so slightly to emphasize LaRue’s error.
‘She just needs a better angle!’ some wit shouted over the din. ‘Better give it to her, champ!’
Clayton snorted. “As if she’s earned--”
The impatient snapping of fingers interrupted Bex’s rejoinder and turned her attention to the curvaceous brunette. “What did I tell you, skank?” Kendra sneered. “If I have to repeat myself there’s going to be--’
‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the Cold November revelers when Clayton strode across the canvas to go nose to nose with her audacious opposition. Head tilted ever so slightly down, Becky remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, “What’s there gonna be, Kendra? Trouble? You’ve already got trouble, honeybun--”
Kendra interrupted with a hard shove and followed up with a gaudy chest on chest body check to rock Clayton back on her heels. “There’s gonna be an ass whoopin’, that’s what!” the Angeleno snapped. “Call it a brand new holiday tradition, where you’re grateful to worship my ass and I’m thankful to take that golNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky clocked the Callipygian Killer with a Haymaker that turned her in a half circle, butt the real reaction didn’t come until after she’d wound up and CLAPPED a ’git yer ass outta here!’ slap against those vaunted glutes! “Doesn’t have to be a special occasion to whoop your ass, Kendra.” Clayton chided. “I’ll do that every day and twice on Sun--”
Kendra whipped around and pounced on the big blonde to sweep her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Challenger and champion strained against one another, neither giving up even half a step as they sought to impose will on the other. Angered by her inability to push the Peacekeeper around, LaRue moved her hand from Clayton’s shoulder to her chin and scrubbed the heel of that palm across her mouth no less than half a dozen times! “Did you bring Chap Stick, dog-face? Better have, I won’t tolerate these nasty ragged lips scuffing my NNNGGGHHH!”
Not about to take a backseat in the roughhousing department, Becky cupped one hand over the brunette’s face like she was going for an Iron Claw, but rather than squeeze her foe’s noggin she simply pressed the heel of her palm into LaRue’s nose! This mutual show of aggressive abrasion went on for perhaps ten seconds before Becky and Kendra broke the clench in shove that only served to infuriate both wrestlers.
“Watch where you’re putting those hands, honeybunch.” Clayton muttered once she’d confirmed her lip wasn’t bleeding. “Unless you want me to break ‘em--” CRAAACK!
LaRue slapped the BFG’s face sideways, then tacked on another for good measure. “Don’t even think about threatening me, asshole! Just because you’re boot camp beat-off material doesn’t mean you scare me! And it sure as hell doesn’t make you worthy of that World Ti--” THWHACK!
Becky planted on her left foot and smashed the right into LaRue’s mouth with a Big Boot that knocked the challenger flat! Clayton didn’t try for a cover because Kendra sat up almost at once, but the One Woman Army didn’t give much ground either. Indeed, she dropped into a deep crouch so she could look the startled challenger dead in the eye. “You slap my face again and I’ll stomp on yours. Understand, Siren?”
Upper lip curled in a hateful snarl, LaRue scrambled to her feet and chested in on Clayton when the champ did the same. “F*ck your threats, beeyotch. I’ll scuff that fugly face all I want, but don’t worry,” she reached back with both hands and smacked her considerable haunches, “I’ll buff it all out before you get to leave the ring.”
Bex snorted in soft derision. “Think you can, baby? Lemme see you try.”
Without waiting for answer, the Camouflage Crusher stepped back and lifted her right hand to the rafters.
Kendra’s gaze flicked upward before returning to the blonde hardbody. “You want to see me try? Well I want to see you beg. Seems like a fair trade.” LaRue ‘smecked’ her left hand against Becky’s waiting palm and laced their fingers a bit harder than necessary. Countering with a squeeze of her own to make sure Kendra knew she couldn’t get away with that crap, Clayton reached up to complete the Test and-- “OOOFFFHHH!”
The challenger pivoted into her opponent and thrust her hips back to THUMP the medicine ball curve of her derriere into the pit of Becky’s stomach! Bex cleared off, at least as much as the Knuckle-Lock allowed. She’d just reached the end of her tether when LaRue grabbed the other wrist and yanked her rival into a second breath-stealing Butt Bash. Smirking as she felt Clayton’s breath in a hot puff on her back, Kendra waggled her glutes against the Peacekeeper’s tummy, then switched over to a Wristlock. This flowed into a seamless Arm Ringer, actually two seamless Arm Ringers followed by a snug Irish Whip that sent Becky into the far corner with an audible ‘bwung’.
Clayton legs shivered without deserting her, so LaRue decided to test them further by rushing into the buckles with a huge Clothesline that THWHAPPED against the champ’s clavicle. Twisting ‘round on one heel in the wake of the Clothesline, Kendra reached over one shoulder to catch the champ in a Three Quarters Facelock and stepped forward so she could flip Clayton onto her tush with a rough Snapmare. “Hear that?” the Siren snapped at the crowd as she strutted around in front of the seated blonde. “Sounds like dropping a sack of trash into a dumpster!”
The Howling Commandos took offense to this slight and let the challenger know at the top of their lungs only to get even louder when the arrogant Angeleno reared back and THWHACKED a low Thrust Kick into Becky’s unsuspecting mug! Clayton went down in a heap and Kendra dropped to her knees to go for a cover, only to bury her hands in the blonde’s hair when Becky draped a foot over the bottom rope.
LOW THRUST KICK @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8_CioNmYo4
“Oh, you don’t want to be pinned so fast?” LaRue scoffed. “That’s fine, I’m not even close to finished spanking that flat ass!”
Dragging Clayton away from the strands over the protests of Nick Castle, the brunette hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather so she could unleash a few quick Forearm Smashes to the Destroyer’s chest. From there she grabbed Bex’s left wrist in her right hand for another Knuckle-Lock, but instead of seeking a Test of Strength she jerked down on Clayton’s wrist and pivoted into the champ to pump a quick Kneelift up between her eyes! Becky swayed in place without actually stumbling one way or the other, so Kendra snugged in from the left and threaded her right leg around Clayton’s stem. Passing the Wristlock from one hand to the other, the Siren wrapped her right arm around the back of Becky’s neck, then doubled forward and snapped back to THWHUMP the woozy wrestler onto the deck with a snappy Russian Leg Sweep.
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP @ 1:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8_CioNmYo4
LaRue floated over into a Crossbody but got to her feet without even attempting a cover. Smacking her cheeks to let the idiots know what was coming, Kendra ran the ropes at her back to build up an appropriate head of steam for the two megaton Butt Bomb she smashed down on Clayton’s chest!
BUTT BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4h--RdM5U
“Oh yeah, I can feel those titties already giving out!” Kendra bounced in place a couple times before returning to verticality. “Let’s see if I can’t crush them flat!” Positioned to the champ’s left, LaRue kicked a leg over Becky’s chest just to THWUMP another Butt Bomb onto those aching assets. Smirking as Clayton groaned beneath her, Kendra made as if to rise only to sit down for a bit of short, albeit aggressive gluteal grinding.
“Count this punk out!” LaRue demanded to Nick Castle. “She’s not getting out of here!” The Senior Official wasn’t nearly so certain, though he was wise enough to keep that observation to himself as he swooped in beside the action to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky set her feet and bridged off that mat to throw the challenger clear simultaneous with ‘TWO!’
“Oh, you think you’re a tuff girl now? Get up!” Kendra buried her hands in Clayton’s hair and gave it a few sharp tugs en route to hauling her to boot-leather. Didn’t stay there for long, as the Siren used that dubious grip to Snapmare Bex back to her booty after a single quick Hip Check to the gut. Relinquishing her hold to avoid more of Castle’s bytching, LaRue occupied her hands by snatching hold of Becky’s wrists and wrenching her arms behind her back in an awkward ‘V’. “Wanna give, quitter?” she chirped at the World Champion. “What do you say, huh? Ready to sob for the SireHEY! You’re not going anywhere!”
Clayton twisted to the right in an attempt to get off her butt that was quickly thwarted when the Booty Shock co-founder planted a foot between her shoulders and cranked back on an improvised Surfboard. “Hanging in there, Becky?” Nick queried after a stretch of pained silence from the blonde. “Need me to call it?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Clayton grunted. “I’d check with Kendra though, it sounds like she’s getting a little whinNNGHH!”
LaRue pulled her foot away and dropped to one knee to put an end to that sass, however she didn’t work the Surfboard for more than five seconds before she was back on her feet. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble, beeyotch.” Kendra growled as she stretched the Peacekeeper’s arms out at her sides. “First I was just gonna sit on your face, but now I think I’ll break your jaw first.”
Becky remained obnoxiously silent so the brunette stepped over the seated woman’s right shoulder, then repeated the process on the left to bear down on Clayton’s noggin with a rarely seen variation of the Standing Headscissors. “Did I say I was gonna break your jaw?” Kendra dropped the blonde’s wrists so she could her head at chin and crown. “I think I’ll break your neck instead!” To that end she bore down and puuuuuuuuuulled Becky’s chin to the left to put a great deal of strain on her foe’s neck.
“Rrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!” Bex groaned, then slapped at the challenger’s thighs when she couldn’t secure a decent grip on her wrists.
“Just give up already!” LaRue barked. “You’re no match for me and everyone knows--”
“Kiss my ass, honeybunch.” Clayton growled. “You and that second rate ass are never going to take the World Title off meOOOOWWWWW EYES, FAAAAAAHHHK!”
Bracing Becky’s noggin against one thigh so she could give up the Chinlock without losing too much torque, the Siren curled that hand into a talon and went to work on her opponent’s eyes! “You think you’re better than me, slut?” Kendra barked. “Well you aren’t shyt! And you sure as f*ck aren’t a World Champion! You’re nothing but a pillow for my ass!” Ending the Eye Rake before Castle could order her to break the hold entirely, LaRue leaned down and helped herself to the blonde’s right leg, which she promptly folded over her left thigh. With that out of the way she laced her fingers under the BFG’s left calf and wrenched the whole leg up at a painfully sharp angle!
“Lemme hear it, flat-ass! Lemme hear you scream!” Kendra cranked back on the Stump Puller while grinding her hips against the back of her rival’s skull. “Scream for the Siren, Clayton! You know you f*cking want to!”
“Shut your mouth, Kendra.” Becky huffed. “You know you f*cking want WHOOOAAAAHHH!”
FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER & PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU
Kendra dropped to her butt, which in turn pulled Clayton down onto her shoulders, then stretched out almost full length (she wisely kept her own shoulders clear of the canvas) to point the champion’s camo-sheathed cheeks at the rafters for a domineering…
ONE…
TWO…
The One Woman Army powered loose with a full second to spare, a show of resilience that impressed everyone save Kendra LaRue. “F*cking loser.” Kendra spat once she’d hauled Clayton back to verticality. “I’m gonna crush your goddamned face a dozen times over before I bother to try for another cover.”
Seizing Becky’s left wrist in both hands, the Callipygian Killer shouldered her prey into the strands, then backed off and dropped a shoulder to send Clayton to the other side via an Irish--scratch that. Bex dug in her heels, caught Kendra’s wrist and sent her off in her place. The reversal didn’t bother LaRue much beyond an irritated sneer that’d vanished by the time she set off on the return trip. Picking up speed with every step, Kendra took to the skies and twisted sideways in mid-air for a surprisingly nimble Flying Crossbody aimed at the BFG’s che--SMECK! Becky cinched both arms around the Angeleno’s upper thighs, then pushed onto tiptoes and simply tossed LaRue to the deck with a sort of Catch & Release Belly to Belly Suplex!
CATCH & RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMRM-pWTOHA
Kendra landed flat, arched up like the canvas was electrified and squealed an indignant protest to Nick Castle when Clayton hauled her upright with a double handful of hair. “HAIR!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “GET THE CHEATING BYTCH OUTTA MY HANNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky clouted the challenger’s tits with a huge Forearm Smash just to get a little peace and quiet, she laid claim to LaRue’s wrist to shoot her into the ropes with the second Irish Whip in well under a minute. LaRue’s return wasn’t nearly as smooth this time around, indeed the Siren looked rather out of it until Clayton lunged in low and pressed her right hand against opposing rack. In the same instant she braced her left hand against the Angeleno’s rump and damned near shot her into the sky, Bex getting Choke Slam levels of elevation for the Spinebuster that THA-WHAMMED Kendra onto the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ELEVATED THRUSTING SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqTd_RNVuJk
The hellacious slam left LaRue shivering from top to bottom, yet Clayton chose to run the ropes instead of going for a pin. Which wasn’t to say the Booty Shock Trooper got anything like a respite as it was only a span of heartbeats before Becky returned and went airborne with a gorgeous vertical leap of her own. Stretching out full length after an impressive flying toe-touch, Clayton came down with every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds THWHUMPING Kendra’s gulping midsection.
RUNNING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gr4TgUr9To
“Crush THAT, honeybunch!” Becky taunted in the midst of hooking the far leg in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
LaRue kicked out just after ‘TWO’, but hadn’t even managed to sit up when Clayton reefed her into a Front Facelock. Tossing the challenger’s left arm across her shoulders, the Peacekeeper grabbed a handful of tri-color briefs above LaRue’s left hip and used those paired grips to get both ladies back on their feet. Once they were there Clayton dipped her knees and muscled Kendra all the way to high noon only to lay out and THWHAM the curvy brunette against the unforgiving deck!
VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPrEdsbLyVw
LaRue bounced on impact, managed to roll onto her belly to defend against a pin from the cham--“Rrrrggghhhh… GET YOUR BONY ASS OFFA MEEEEAARRGGH!”
Clayton planted a foot on either side of the challenger’s hips, bent down to claim her shins and tucked them neatly beneath her arms to ensure the maximum torque on Kendra’s spine when she sat down on those upturned glutes. “GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” LaRue reached for the ropes with one hand while the other scrabbled and pulled at the mat.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjGLZgvXSwQ
“C’mon Kendra, what’cha got?” Bex chided as she continued to pour it on with the Boston Crab.
LaRue didn’t answer with words, instead she pressed splayed hands to the mat and puuuuuuuuushed up until her tummy was a few inches off the mat. Give the Siren credit, she immediately started dragging their combined bulk toward the ropes The trip went quicker than expected, though far slower than the challenger dared dream. Seeing the strands within her grasp, Kendra gathered her reserves and lunged for--“NOOOOOOO!” Becky straightened up and stomped back to the center of the squared circle whereupon she sat down deep, the sculpted curve of her glutes settling perfectly into the hollow of Kendra’s lower back.
“Need me to call it, Kendra?” Castle asked when the brunette buried both hands in her hair to spread out the pain. “What do you say, Kendra? Tell me something!”
“Suck shyt, idiot!” LaRue wailed. “I’m not tapping for this bytchHHRRGGHH!”
Clayton leaned back on the Crab to put that much more strain on the hellish ‘C’ curve of her challenger’s spine. “You don’t have to tap, Kendra.” the Camouflage Crusher noted. “You can cry like a brat if you want. Or you can pass out if you can hold on that lo--”
“FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” LaRue muscled herself off the mat for the second time in about as many minutes, but instead of making another trek to the strands, she coaxed a few more inches out of that agonizing lift, then tucked her chin against her chest and set the crown of her skull against the canvas. This put some ungodly strain on her neck, but it also gave the Angeleno enough leverage to roll through Clayton’s legs which put an immediate end to the murderous strain of the Boston Crab.
“F*CK YOU, DOGFACE!” LaRue couldn’t reach Becky’s face with any of her swiping slaps so she balled her hands into fists and treated the blonde to double middle fingers. “That the best you can do?” Kendra went on. “Just wait ‘til I’m outta here, I’m gonna grind the nose right offa your faHEY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUWHOOOAAAAAAAHHH!”
Bex muscled the Siren up onto her shoulders like she might’ve been getting set for a Catapult, however rather than fall back she muscled LaRue off the mat and began to spin. Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each rotation until the centrifugal force had Kendra elevated a good eighteen inches above the mat! Delighted to witness LaRue squealing and flailing after her earlier arrogance, the FAWNatics counted the first few times ‘round internally, then lent their voices to a giddy Greek Chorus. ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY!’
GIANT SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qej8W8u9jCU
Clayton released on ‘TWENTY!’ to send Kendra crashing to the canvas deep in the shadow of the nearest corner. Eyes closed in the wake of the Giant Swing, Becky pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger until the worst of the nausea had dispersed. Honing in on LaRue the moment her eyes opened, Clayton made a beeline toward the brunette’s boots only to cut left so she could get through the ropes to the apron. From there it was a quick trip to the high rent district, the BFG earning a raucous roar from those assembled when she treated them to a brawny double bicep flex. Seeing it all from the top of that cacophonous wave, Becky leapt out into the lights just to SPLASH down full force on Kendra’s fluttering chest! LaRue’s legs popped up so Clayton bundled ‘em tight, the champ taking obvious pleasure in pointing her opponent’s fearsome glutes toward the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kendra shot an arm out and gripped the bottom rope to break the pin with half a second to spare!
“Still want to see what I can bring, Kendra?” Bex pinched the Siren’s nose, gave it a teasing little jostle. “Still think you’re gonna grind the nose off my face?”
“Scrawny beeyotch.” Kendra turned her face to the side, hissed when Clayton patted her cheek. “You’ll be lucky to have a face left when this match is oveOOFFHH!”
Becky wasn’t in the mood for that sort of sass, so she knotted her hands into a single fist, hoisted it overhead and thumped it deep into the Callipygian Killer’s midsection! LaRue sat up with a breathy grunt, meaning the blonde didn’t have far to reach when she plunged her hands into the other wrestler’s hair. Bex made no effort to disguise the illegal tugging that helped return Kendra to verticality, though she had the good grace not to argue when Nick asked for a break. Segueing to a perfectly legal Wristlock, Clayton stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung LaRue at the strands with an Irish Wh--correction, the World Champion reeled Kendra back the way she’d came and welcomed her in with open arms, the kind that smecked around the brunette’s waist in a tight Bear Hug!
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM
“AAAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!” LaRue shrieked in breathless agony, the answering Scissors she secured around Clayton’s waist not nearly enough to counteract her opponent’s gut-churning constrictions. Hoisted so high that she was almost folded over Becky’s right shoulder, the Angeleno curled her fingers into claws and dragged them up her attacker’s back only to suffer another nauseating round of bouncing and jouncing for her efforts. “GAAAAHHH MY F*CKING RIBS!” she wailed to the delight of those assembled. “LEGGO OF ME YOU FLAT-ASSED BYTWHOOAAAARRRRRHHH!”
The One Woman Army ‘hupped’ her burden a little higher, planted both feet flat and then leeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaned down until she was bent double and the straining Siren was curved backward in a painful arch that saw her shoulders barely two inches above the mat.
“What do you say, Kendra?” Castle questioned his suffering charge. “You still hanging in there? Do I need to call for the--”
“SHUT THE F*CK UP!” LaRue slashed at the zebra since she couldn’t get at Becky. “I’M NEVER GONNA TAP OUT SO STOP WASTING MY WHOOOAAAAARRRGGGHH!”
Clayton muscled the Booty Shock co-founder back to her original position and bounced even harder, the miniature ‘thumps!’ of her boots hitting canvas earning echoing stomps from the assembled FAWNatics. The additional pressure slowed LaRue’s scrabbling a great deal, so much in fact that the Siren was practically draped down the Peacekeeper’s back. “Check her.” Becky huffed to the ref after several more seconds of sluggish squirming from the brunette. “Feels like she’s about to go out.”
Castle wasn’t as certain, though he’d freely admit that the curvaceous challenger wasn’t showing any of the Booty Shock braggadocio she seemed to exert so effortlessly. Positioning himself in such a way to avoid any sudden thrashing, Nick took hold of LaRue’s left wrist and lifted it overhead. He let it go and it fell to her side without so much as a twitch. “ONE!” Bex bared her teeth and squeezed a little harder, the Destroyer class blonde clearly enjoying the soft, pained sounds escaping the Siren. Nick paid these no mind as none sounded like a surrender. Rather her took hold of LaRue’s wrist a second time and drew it toward the lig--
Kendra brought her right hand up, wrested the left free of Castle’ grip and brought both hands CRAAAAAACKING down on the Clayton’s cheeks in a Renquist-worthy Double Slap! Of course even that sort of rifle-shot sway wasn’t enough to break a Becky Clayton Bear Hug which was probably why Kendra followed it with a nail-heavy wedgie that made most of the BFG’s bottoms vanish in ways that camouflage could never manage!
Bex’s squeal of surprised shock got a lot breathier when LaRue pounded a Kneelift into her belly and then a lot softer after the challenger collected her head under her left arm. Threading her hands beneath Clayton’s biceps to complete the Double Underhook, Kendra yoked up on the grip and bellowed, “EAT THIS, BEEYOTCH!” The last word was still on her tongue when the Siren snapped over and laid out flat to twist Becky off her feet and THWHUNK her down on the back of her head and shoulders with a nasty version of the Swinging Neckbreaker!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbeO5iFBcGE
Clayton hit hard, but bounced to a seat with both arms wrapped tight across the back of her skull. This prevented a pin, alas it did nothing to prevent LaRue from laying claim to the champion’s hands and crisscrossing them over her own throat in a snug Straightjacket. Always eager to make things that much worse for her opposition, Kendra posted her right knee between LaRue’s shoulders and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the suffocating hold.
STRAIGHTJACKET CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYZhmomowCQ
“Give up!” Kendra punctuated the demand by jostling her grip up ‘n down, then left ‘n right. “I mean it you dog-faced piece of trash, I’ve wasted enough time on your bony ass tonight, so stop f*cking around and GIVE--”
‘Up’ devolved into a feline snarl when the One Woman Army twisted clear of LaRue’s knee and made it to hers. Kendra moved with her, the brunette ensuring the straightjacket remained as tight and uncomfortable as ever, though it wasn’t enough to stop Bex from powering to verticality within a matter of momen--“AAARRRHHH!”
LaRue released her grip, palmed her foe’s head in both hands and gouged a pair of two-fingered hooks into Clayton’s eyes!
“Keep away from her--”
“Shut up!” the Callipygian Killer barked at Castle in the midst of switching over to a perfectly legal Wristlock. A quick sawed-off Shoulderblock to the tits kept Clayton’s legs nice and rubbery so LaRue could shoot her into the far corner with a heavy Irish Whip. Becky spun into the buckles with an audible ‘bwung’ and while her legs gave a noticeable shimmy she draped both arms over the top rope to keep herself uprig--“HOOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Kendra made the big blonde pay with a vicious Hip Check that put every bit of her hundred and thirty-eight pounds behind that glutes that looked to have displaced most, if not all of the internal organs in her prey’s midsection! Hooks be damned, not even Becky Clayton could endure that sort of shelling and remain upright, as evidenced by the way she ‘plopped’ to her backside in the worst possible position for a battle against the Siren. Under more controlled (read: domineering) circumstances, Kendra would’ve put on a little show before unleashing the gluteal grind. Tonight however she simply swung around and thrust / sat on the Destroyer’s sweat shiny mug, LaRue’s devastating derriere set to ’paint shaker’ the instant she made contact with Becky’s vulnerable mug!
LARUE THE DAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bEHPoSlLsE
“Get in there, loser!” Now it was Kendra gripping the top rope, the challenger latched on tight to better deliver more of those nose-eroding weight to her squalling cushion. “Yeah, get in there! Nice and deep so I can snap your nose right the f*ck off!”
Beneath her, the squalling champion pushed and smashed at Kendra’s butt to no discernable effect. The same was true for her bridge, which, while impressive, provided no strategic advantage save for allowing the Booty Shock co-founder a few easy shots on her arched tummy.
After what seemed like an eternity for Clayton and a heartbeat for LaRue, Nick Castle strode over to the smothering skirmish and said, “All right Kendra, let’s have a clean break.”
Damned if Kendra didn’t comply at once, though Becky quickly learned that this didn’t mean much to her current state of affairs. Snatching hold of the blonde’s boots in either hand, LaRue dragged her a short distance from the buckles, no more than two or three feet. Still moving with the aggressive sense of urgency she’d shown since breaking the Bear Hug, Kendra stomped into the corner and grabbed hold of the top rope so she could climb onto the second strand. The FAWNatics knew what was coming and though they feared for Clayton’s golden reign, it didn’t stop them from roaring ‘OoooooooohhhhhhOOOOOOHHHHHH!’ when Kendra hopped out of the corner and THWHUMPED those wrecking ball buns onto Becky’s chest with a sternum-shattering Banzai Drop! Becky’s right leg shot into the air but Kendra ignored it in favor of pressing one cupped palm to the blonde’s face while Castle and a chorus of thousands tolled off…
BANZAI DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwFPBIdTInQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky put both hands to that terrifying tush and heaved LaRue offa her camouflaged perch with barely a half second to spare. “That was your last gasp, beeyotch.” the brunette promised even as she stomped a quick mud hole in Clayton’s midsection. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
Kendra didn’t actually give a shyt if Bex liked it one way or the other which was why she didn’t wait for an answer before pulling the Peacekeeper to boot-leather. Honing in on Clayton’s huffing and puffing as soon as the sound reached her ear, the Siren lowered her right shoulder and stuffed it into the pit of Becky’s stomach while simultaneously muscling her foe up across that intruding joint like a freshly killed trophy.
“You idiots really think this bony travesty is worthy of World Title gold?” LaRue swatted the blonde’s glutes with obvious derision as she took a swaggering stroll around the squared circle. “Well it’s not!” she shouted in response to a roar from Clayton’s aggrieved Commandos. “In fact, this crap right here is nothing but cannon fodder for any half decent wedgie war!”
Kendra grabbed hold of those already distended bottoms and treated them to another savage yank to emphasize the point. This show of cheeky dominance earned the usual round of whistles in jeers, it also earned the challenger several sharp punches jammed in above her right hip as Clayton began to regain her bearings. “Too goddamned late, slut.” LaRue slapped blonde backside one more time for good measure, then cinched a tight loop around Becky’s upper thighs. In the next instant she spun ‘round on the ball of one foot and raced toward the far corner with Clayton jostling and jouncing atop her shoulder like nothing more than an oversized bag of laundry. But laundry isn’t known to groan when treated poorly and Bex most certainly did, the distressed Destroyer letting out a pained ‘OOOOFFFFHHH!’ when Kendra slammed her into the turnbuckles via a high speed Spear / Shoulderblock combination!
The gut-churning impact left Clayton’s rump wedged atop the middle buckle and it probably would’ve stayed there if LaRue had chosen to disengage. Alas she did not and Becky was dragged back out into deep water when then challenger returned to the center of the squared circle. Still in firm control of the blonde’s stems, LaRue grabbed one and shrugged it over her head to the other shoulder so those lightly tanned thighs framed her head. Under less controlled circumstances this might’ve been a most dangerous decision, unfortunately for Clayton the peril was hers and hers alone as the world found out when Kendra kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the champ down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a canvas-shivering Beach Break!
BEACH BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeRLSLAG_do
Becky tumbled onto her back in an insensate starfish that lasted until the Siren circled around and bulled a shoulder into the pits of her knees to fold the big blonde in a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The BFG slopped out instead of kicking out, a sure sign that Kendra LaRue was closing in on the World Title. Knowing just how she’d break whatever remained of the poseur’s fighting spirit, the Callipygian Killer got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same only to pump a Toe Kick into her gut seconds later. Clayton doubled over clutching her midsection, thus allowing LaRue to drag her into a Standing Headscissors that had the champ groaning and wriggling with each mean-spirited pulse.
“What hurts more, beeyotch?” Kendra’s voice was bright with malice as she dragged her nails up Clayton’s rump en route to another round of savage tog sawing. “Realizing that your World Title belongs to me? Or that your ASS does too?!”
Bex answered by slapping the challenger’s thighs as hard as she could, a show of defiance that only seemed to irritate the Siren. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, LaRue made a point to earn a loud squeal with a prolonged final wedgie before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Clayton’s waist. From there she muscled the blonde up onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOOOO!
Bringing her hands together even as the Angeleno hoisted her skward, Becky raised the bludgeon overhead and brought it down on the crown of her challenger’s skull! The unexpected blow popped the lock of Kendra’s hands, thus allowing the One Woman Army to slip loose of the brunette’s grasp and return to the mat without incident. Which wasn’t to say her return to verticality proved uneventful. Becky reared back the instant she touched down and PWAAAKED a huge Forearm Smash across LaRue’s chest.
The proximity was such that the blow didn’t’ land with it’s usual impact yet it was still more than enough to send Kendra stumbling backward with one arm angled across her chest. “Cheap tramp.” LaRue wheezed as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll teach you to put your grubby hands on NNNNGGGGHH!”
In no gentle mood herself, Clayton stormed after the retreating battler and THWHACKED a huge Big Boot into Kendra’s exposed chin! Becky had hoped to put the Siren down flat with the strike, but LaRue’s backpedaling meant she stumble-staggered her way into the ropes, sagged butt-first onto the second strand, then bounced back the way she’d ca--‘oooooooooohhhhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics as Clayton placed a hand to Kendra’s chest and another to an inner thigh to muscle the startled stunner into the lights with a gorgeous Military Press!
The persistent sting of that f*cking wedgie meant Clayton didn’t truly enjoy putting her obnoxious opposition on display, but it sure as hell didn’t stop her from turning to all four sides of the arena to better show her off. That doing so also ensured everyone got the same view of her be-wedgied buns must’ve also crossed the champ’s mind, certainly it was the most logical explanation for the extra ‘oomph’ that launched Kendra even higher in the heartbeats before the BFG laid out on her back and drew both knees up to chest level. It was upon these bony joints that Kendra LaRue landed full force, the bewildered Booty Shocker ‘ooooofffhhing’ in gut-shot surprise as she bounced away from the collision with both arms stretched tight across her nauseated midsection.
MILITARY PRESS DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
Clayton didn’t feel much better, though at least she wasn’t fighting for breath as she carefully, caaaaaarefully undid the miserable machinations Kendra had dealt her camouflaged briefs. Sighing with relief when the deed was done, the champ clambered to boot-leather and turned her attention to--
LaRue launched herself at the blonde with a nasty Lariat that would’ve turned Bex inside out if she hadn’t dipped low at the last second. The miss didn’t slow the Siren in the slightest, indeed she was moving that much faster when she hit the ropes and raced back at Becky for a second shot at the--
Clayton ducked again, only this time she hooked her right arm across LaRue’s midsection and muscled her off the canvas for something that started like a Sidewalk Slam but ended with the curvy brunette draped facedown over her foe’s right should--“EERRRRGGGGGGHHHH!” Becky ‘hupped’ Kendra up & off, then dropped to one knee to skewer the challenger’s abdomen with the second Gutbuster in as less than a minute!
TILT-A-WHIRL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjBuTn6QYQo
LaRue hit the canvas awkwardly and scrambled / rolled her way to a seat in the nearest corner, the Callipygian Killer fighting hard for every breath in the wake of Becky’s resurgence. No one could blame her for this mind you. After all, if you couldn’t breathe you couldn’t fight. Unfortunately this focus on her respiration meant she didn’t realize Becky was barreling toward the corner until half a heartbeat before the World Champion whipped ‘round and THWHAMMED every bit of her weight into LaRue’s mug ass-first! Clayton bounced outta the buckles and stormed to the center of the squared circle, the big blonde slappin’ her own impressive glutes much to the delight of the crowd.
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-FH74jT3-Q
“Think she can take another one?” Bex asked over the roar of those assembled.
‘WHO CARES, GIVE IT TO HER ANYWAY!’ shouted a raucous middle aged woman in the second row sporting a Howling Commandos hoodie.
Clayton snorted, offered her a quick salute, then made a second trip to Kendra’s corner to THWHUMP her camouflaged cheeks into the Siren’s increasingly slack features. Of course the application of two Hip Attacks prompted the Cold November revelers to chant ‘ONE MORE TIME!’ before breaking down into another round of riotous cheers when the World Champ squatted atop LaRue’s forehead and treated her to some high-speed scrubbing that didn’t stop until Castle strode over and asked, “Should I warn you or just count?”
Hips still rolling, Becky offered the Senior Official a wide grin. “Count please.”
Nick did, and to the champ’s credit she sauntered away from the buckles to ‘flick’ her trunks back into place. “All right, enough playing around.” Clayton murmured under her breath. “Time we finished this.”
Back in the corner, a sputtering Kendra saw Becky coming her way and wanted no part of it. “Ropes!” she huffed to Castle. “Ropes dammit, I’m in the ropeRRGGGHH!”
The BFG stomped on her adversary’s stomach once, twice, three times, then grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled LaRue upright. Backpedaling out to the center with Kendra in tow, Becky relinquished the hair-hold and leaned left to cinch both arms around the brunette’s waist. The crowd’s buzz rose to a steady roar as Clayton spun LaRue upside down into an unmistakable arrangement. “NO!” Kendra shouted against Becky’s thighs as the champ turned toward the hard camera. “PUT ME DOWN YA SCRAWNY ASS BEEYOTCH, YOU CAN’T NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” The Camouflage Crusher could and did, Clayton popping up on tiptoe just to drop to her knees to SPIKE the Siren’s noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
TOMBSTONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VznVaAYwXR8
Set on her knees above the starfished ruin of her challenger, Bex reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of LaRue’s hair and lifted her head off the mat. Sliding her left leg under the back of Kendra’s neck, Clayton hooked that shin into the pit of her right knee to craft a Figure Four Headscissors that evolved into a Reverse Face Sit when Becky dropped her glutes atop Kendra’s upturned nose!
“MMMMMRRRPPPPPGGGHHHHH!” the Siren thrashed to life, LaRue twisting this way and that in a desperate effort to escape the champ’s trap.
“How’s my ass feel now, honeybunch?” Clayton asked after she’d snatched hold of Kendra’s wrists. “Scrawny? Or smothering?”
“MMMNNNNHHHHHHH!” LaRue bridged over and over but each effort was met with a stinging overhand slap to her hapless belly. Each failure meant less and less oxygen, which meant slowed resistance and ultimately a Reverse Matchbook when Becky hooked her arms under the challenger’s thighs and tucked them under her armpits. Smiling mischievously at the sight of the ‘SIREN’ stretched across her seat’s trunks, Clayton gave LaRue’s rump a possessive, jostling squeeze and asked, “Still with us, Kendra?”
“Mmrrpphhhguuhhhhgedhoffamee!” Kendra whimpered into those bunched buttocks, the Face Sitting specialist clearly not enjoying the reversal of fortune.
The was fine, Becky enjoyed it more than enough for the both of them. Continuing to dish out hard swats to those slowly-reddening cheeks, the One Woman Army began to bounce a little more forcefully while occasionally interspersing the simple up and down and an aggressive figure eight sort of scrub.
LaRue’s whining increased along with it, though you’d be forgiven for not hearing it over the roar of the crowd and the suffocating muffler of the champion’s rump. “GHEDHOFF!” Kendra abruptly sobbed, her fingers showing white at the knuckles as managed a final desperate grip on blonde buttocks. “GHEDHOFF, AYCANDBREAVE!”
Becky stopped bouncing, instead settling down with every bit of her weight, the One Woman Army clenching her glutes lay uncontested claim to the Siren’s nose. “Say it.” Clayton demanded. “Say it or I’m not going any--”
“GHIVHUP!” LaRue let go of her failing grasp and paddled the mat with both hands like some petulant brat having a fitful temper tantrum. “GHIVHUP, JUSSGHEDOFFAMYFAAAAAAAACE!”
Becky turned to look at Castle, but the official had already turned away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Shortly thereafter the bell sounded and the Announcer cleared his throat, thus allowing Becky to break out a double bicep flex and a wide smile for the subsequent confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Kendra was still squirming, not that Clayton was in hurry to regain her feet. Indeed, she took the time to ‘flick’ her trunks back into place and accept the World Title from Nick before she rose to her full height. She would’ve put a boot on LaRue’s chest if the semiconscious brunette hadn’t rolled onto her stomach the instant she was able to breathe again.
Bex shrugged, adjusted her position and set that boot atop Kendra’s conquered buttocks. Holding the belt two-handed, Clayton raised it high while simultaneously pressing down, all the better to leave her mark on the sulking Siren. “Boots to asses, all day long!” the Peacekeeper told the cheering throng. “Think you’re immune, ladies? Step up and take your shot, you’ll end up just like Kendra here.”
A final flex / stomp combination provided all the punctuation Becky needed, not that it stopped the camera from sweeping Kendra LaRue from one end to the other before Cold November Pain faded to black for another year.
KENDRA LARUE:
Out through the curtains strutted Kendra LaRue to a shower of boos from the FAWN Faithful. One half of the Legendary tag team Booty Shock and a former multi-timr champion in Mexico, The Siren didn’t so much arrive as she did let her presence be known far and wide. Observing the mass of Orlando filth with obvious disdain, the challenger knotted immaculately manicured hands into a fist on top of her long dark hair and gave her voluptuous frame a few body rolls to show off her Mexican flag themed two-piece bikini, quickly turning show off her favored and God given weapon that was her backside. Having endured some memorable posterior punishment in her recent altercations with Beckett and Onika, LaRue continued to shun that heart-attack inducing g-string for smallish (albeit much sturdier) bottoms that still managed to induce palpitations in a great number of those assembled. Finishing her dance with an derisive smirk, the Callipygian Killer turned her attention to the squared circle and started down the aisle.
“Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California… THE Ultimate Angel from the City… She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds! She is the ONLY woman in Creation BOOTYFUL enough to partner with the Nubian Queen... She is the former Queen of the Jungle, and a multi-time Mexican champion... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Siren, KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!”
The Siren’s pernicious promenade eventually led her to ringside, Kendra ascending the steel steps with the sassiest of swishes in her hips. Sauntering to the midpoint of the apron, LaRue slipped a shapely gam through the ropes. Still straddling the cable, the brunette turned her attention to the mouth-breathers and knuckle-draggers snapping pic after pic of her most notorious feature. “Don’t get used to this view, idiots.” I’m gonna add ten pounds of leather and gold before you know it.” With that, Kendra bent deeply at the waist and ever so slooooooooooowly drew her upper body into the ring in a manner that best accentuated the weapon which would not only finish, but utterly destroy Becky Clayton’s championship reign.
Kendra dropped any hint of teasing or seduction from her movements and backed into a corner putting her hands on the middle ropes, eye trained on the curtains for the perpetual seat-cushion that’d somehow failed her way into FAWN’s top prize. The unfairness of it all would’ve made her sick if she wasn’t about to bring the whole thing to a screeching half. After tonight she’d be the World Champion and after that it was only a matter of time before LK claimed the BMD strap and put that poseur Onika out of her misery once and for all.
“And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the creaky doors to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted it overhead. “Hope you all enjoyed her first routine.” Clayton said with a knowing smile. “Next one’s gonna be a helluva lot more awkward, what with my boot stuck all up in there!”
More than happy to ruin Kendra‘s dancing for the foreseeable future, Clayton draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s battle with one of FAWN’s most devastating derriere’s, the BFG wore a fall appropriate brown, orange and yellow camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. “Just hand it over now.” Kendra scoffed when the blonde turned in her direction. “Seriously Clayton, kiss the title goodbye, then give it to me. It’s the only way you’ll leave this ring without-” Becky raised the belt only to toss it to Nick Castle. Once that was done she kissed her fingertips and ‘smacked’ ‘em against her own impressive backside as she made her way to the opposite corner.
No waiting from Kendra when the bell sounded, she made straight for the center of the ring like she was drawn by a magnet. “Get your skinny little ass out here, Clayton!” she demanded loud enough for several rows of FAWNatics to hear. “It’s time you succumbed to the Siren’s Song!”
Becky arched an eyebrow at the challenger’s choice of adjectives, but she glanced out at the ringside fans rather than leave the corner. “Is it just me or is she looking at the wrong ass?” she cocked a hip ever so slightly to emphasize LaRue’s error.
‘She just needs a better angle!’ some wit shouted over the din. ‘Better give it to her, champ!’
Clayton snorted. “As if she’s earned--”
The impatient snapping of fingers interrupted Bex’s rejoinder and turned her attention to the curvaceous brunette. “What did I tell you, skank?” Kendra sneered. “If I have to repeat myself there’s going to be--’
‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’ from the Cold November revelers when Clayton strode across the canvas to go nose to nose with her audacious opposition. Head tilted ever so slightly down, Becky remained silent for a few seconds, then asked, “What’s there gonna be, Kendra? Trouble? You’ve already got trouble, honeybun--”
Kendra interrupted with a hard shove and followed up with a gaudy chest on chest body check to rock Clayton back on her heels. “There’s gonna be an ass whoopin’, that’s what!” the Angeleno snapped. “Call it a brand new holiday tradition, where you’re grateful to worship my ass and I’m thankful to take that golNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky clocked the Callipygian Killer with a Haymaker that turned her in a half circle, butt the real reaction didn’t come until after she’d wound up and CLAPPED a ’git yer ass outta here!’ slap against those vaunted glutes! “Doesn’t have to be a special occasion to whoop your ass, Kendra.” Clayton chided. “I’ll do that every day and twice on Sun--”
Kendra whipped around and pounced on the big blonde to sweep her into a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Challenger and champion strained against one another, neither giving up even half a step as they sought to impose will on the other. Angered by her inability to push the Peacekeeper around, LaRue moved her hand from Clayton’s shoulder to her chin and scrubbed the heel of that palm across her mouth no less than half a dozen times! “Did you bring Chap Stick, dog-face? Better have, I won’t tolerate these nasty ragged lips scuffing my NNNGGGHHH!”
Not about to take a backseat in the roughhousing department, Becky cupped one hand over the brunette’s face like she was going for an Iron Claw, but rather than squeeze her foe’s noggin she simply pressed the heel of her palm into LaRue’s nose! This mutual show of aggressive abrasion went on for perhaps ten seconds before Becky and Kendra broke the clench in shove that only served to infuriate both wrestlers.
“Watch where you’re putting those hands, honeybunch.” Clayton muttered once she’d confirmed her lip wasn’t bleeding. “Unless you want me to break ‘em--” CRAAACK!
LaRue slapped the BFG’s face sideways, then tacked on another for good measure. “Don’t even think about threatening me, asshole! Just because you’re boot camp beat-off material doesn’t mean you scare me! And it sure as hell doesn’t make you worthy of that World Ti--” THWHACK!
Becky planted on her left foot and smashed the right into LaRue’s mouth with a Big Boot that knocked the challenger flat! Clayton didn’t try for a cover because Kendra sat up almost at once, but the One Woman Army didn’t give much ground either. Indeed, she dropped into a deep crouch so she could look the startled challenger dead in the eye. “You slap my face again and I’ll stomp on yours. Understand, Siren?”
Upper lip curled in a hateful snarl, LaRue scrambled to her feet and chested in on Clayton when the champ did the same. “F*ck your threats, beeyotch. I’ll scuff that fugly face all I want, but don’t worry,” she reached back with both hands and smacked her considerable haunches, “I’ll buff it all out before you get to leave the ring.”
Bex snorted in soft derision. “Think you can, baby? Lemme see you try.”
Without waiting for answer, the Camouflage Crusher stepped back and lifted her right hand to the rafters.
Kendra’s gaze flicked upward before returning to the blonde hardbody. “You want to see me try? Well I want to see you beg. Seems like a fair trade.” LaRue ‘smecked’ her left hand against Becky’s waiting palm and laced their fingers a bit harder than necessary. Countering with a squeeze of her own to make sure Kendra knew she couldn’t get away with that crap, Clayton reached up to complete the Test and-- “OOOFFFHHH!”
The challenger pivoted into her opponent and thrust her hips back to THUMP the medicine ball curve of her derriere into the pit of Becky’s stomach! Bex cleared off, at least as much as the Knuckle-Lock allowed. She’d just reached the end of her tether when LaRue grabbed the other wrist and yanked her rival into a second breath-stealing Butt Bash. Smirking as she felt Clayton’s breath in a hot puff on her back, Kendra waggled her glutes against the Peacekeeper’s tummy, then switched over to a Wristlock. This flowed into a seamless Arm Ringer, actually two seamless Arm Ringers followed by a snug Irish Whip that sent Becky into the far corner with an audible ‘bwung’.
Clayton legs shivered without deserting her, so LaRue decided to test them further by rushing into the buckles with a huge Clothesline that THWHAPPED against the champ’s clavicle. Twisting ‘round on one heel in the wake of the Clothesline, Kendra reached over one shoulder to catch the champ in a Three Quarters Facelock and stepped forward so she could flip Clayton onto her tush with a rough Snapmare. “Hear that?” the Siren snapped at the crowd as she strutted around in front of the seated blonde. “Sounds like dropping a sack of trash into a dumpster!”
The Howling Commandos took offense to this slight and let the challenger know at the top of their lungs only to get even louder when the arrogant Angeleno reared back and THWHACKED a low Thrust Kick into Becky’s unsuspecting mug! Clayton went down in a heap and Kendra dropped to her knees to go for a cover, only to bury her hands in the blonde’s hair when Becky draped a foot over the bottom rope.
LOW THRUST KICK @ 00:17
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8_CioNmYo4
“Oh, you don’t want to be pinned so fast?” LaRue scoffed. “That’s fine, I’m not even close to finished spanking that flat ass!”
Dragging Clayton away from the strands over the protests of Nick Castle, the brunette hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather so she could unleash a few quick Forearm Smashes to the Destroyer’s chest. From there she grabbed Bex’s left wrist in her right hand for another Knuckle-Lock, but instead of seeking a Test of Strength she jerked down on Clayton’s wrist and pivoted into the champ to pump a quick Kneelift up between her eyes! Becky swayed in place without actually stumbling one way or the other, so Kendra snugged in from the left and threaded her right leg around Clayton’s stem. Passing the Wristlock from one hand to the other, the Siren wrapped her right arm around the back of Becky’s neck, then doubled forward and snapped back to THWHUMP the woozy wrestler onto the deck with a snappy Russian Leg Sweep.
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP @ 1:51
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8_CioNmYo4
LaRue floated over into a Crossbody but got to her feet without even attempting a cover. Smacking her cheeks to let the idiots know what was coming, Kendra ran the ropes at her back to build up an appropriate head of steam for the two megaton Butt Bomb she smashed down on Clayton’s chest!
BUTT BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4h--RdM5U
“Oh yeah, I can feel those titties already giving out!” Kendra bounced in place a couple times before returning to verticality. “Let’s see if I can’t crush them flat!” Positioned to the champ’s left, LaRue kicked a leg over Becky’s chest just to THWUMP another Butt Bomb onto those aching assets. Smirking as Clayton groaned beneath her, Kendra made as if to rise only to sit down for a bit of short, albeit aggressive gluteal grinding.
“Count this punk out!” LaRue demanded to Nick Castle. “She’s not getting out of here!” The Senior Official wasn’t nearly so certain, though he was wise enough to keep that observation to himself as he swooped in beside the action to count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky set her feet and bridged off that mat to throw the challenger clear simultaneous with ‘TWO!’
“Oh, you think you’re a tuff girl now? Get up!” Kendra buried her hands in Clayton’s hair and gave it a few sharp tugs en route to hauling her to boot-leather. Didn’t stay there for long, as the Siren used that dubious grip to Snapmare Bex back to her booty after a single quick Hip Check to the gut. Relinquishing her hold to avoid more of Castle’s bytching, LaRue occupied her hands by snatching hold of Becky’s wrists and wrenching her arms behind her back in an awkward ‘V’. “Wanna give, quitter?” she chirped at the World Champion. “What do you say, huh? Ready to sob for the SireHEY! You’re not going anywhere!”
Clayton twisted to the right in an attempt to get off her butt that was quickly thwarted when the Booty Shock co-founder planted a foot between her shoulders and cranked back on an improvised Surfboard. “Hanging in there, Becky?” Nick queried after a stretch of pained silence from the blonde. “Need me to call it?”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Clayton grunted. “I’d check with Kendra though, it sounds like she’s getting a little whinNNGHH!”
LaRue pulled her foot away and dropped to one knee to put an end to that sass, however she didn’t work the Surfboard for more than five seconds before she was back on her feet. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble, beeyotch.” Kendra growled as she stretched the Peacekeeper’s arms out at her sides. “First I was just gonna sit on your face, but now I think I’ll break your jaw first.”
Becky remained obnoxiously silent so the brunette stepped over the seated woman’s right shoulder, then repeated the process on the left to bear down on Clayton’s noggin with a rarely seen variation of the Standing Headscissors. “Did I say I was gonna break your jaw?” Kendra dropped the blonde’s wrists so she could her head at chin and crown. “I think I’ll break your neck instead!” To that end she bore down and puuuuuuuuuulled Becky’s chin to the left to put a great deal of strain on her foe’s neck.
“Rrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!” Bex groaned, then slapped at the challenger’s thighs when she couldn’t secure a decent grip on her wrists.
“Just give up already!” LaRue barked. “You’re no match for me and everyone knows--”
“Kiss my ass, honeybunch.” Clayton growled. “You and that second rate ass are never going to take the World Title off meOOOOWWWWW EYES, FAAAAAAHHHK!”
Bracing Becky’s noggin against one thigh so she could give up the Chinlock without losing too much torque, the Siren curled that hand into a talon and went to work on her opponent’s eyes! “You think you’re better than me, slut?” Kendra barked. “Well you aren’t shyt! And you sure as f*ck aren’t a World Champion! You’re nothing but a pillow for my ass!” Ending the Eye Rake before Castle could order her to break the hold entirely, LaRue leaned down and helped herself to the blonde’s right leg, which she promptly folded over her left thigh. With that out of the way she laced her fingers under the BFG’s left calf and wrenched the whole leg up at a painfully sharp angle!
“Lemme hear it, flat-ass! Lemme hear you scream!” Kendra cranked back on the Stump Puller while grinding her hips against the back of her rival’s skull. “Scream for the Siren, Clayton! You know you f*cking want to!”
“Shut your mouth, Kendra.” Becky huffed. “You know you f*cking want WHOOOAAAAHHH!”
FIGURE FOUR STUMP PULLER & PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHGsk3CAUtU
Kendra dropped to her butt, which in turn pulled Clayton down onto her shoulders, then stretched out almost full length (she wisely kept her own shoulders clear of the canvas) to point the champion’s camo-sheathed cheeks at the rafters for a domineering…
ONE…
TWO…
The One Woman Army powered loose with a full second to spare, a show of resilience that impressed everyone save Kendra LaRue. “F*cking loser.” Kendra spat once she’d hauled Clayton back to verticality. “I’m gonna crush your goddamned face a dozen times over before I bother to try for another cover.”
Seizing Becky’s left wrist in both hands, the Callipygian Killer shouldered her prey into the strands, then backed off and dropped a shoulder to send Clayton to the other side via an Irish--scratch that. Bex dug in her heels, caught Kendra’s wrist and sent her off in her place. The reversal didn’t bother LaRue much beyond an irritated sneer that’d vanished by the time she set off on the return trip. Picking up speed with every step, Kendra took to the skies and twisted sideways in mid-air for a surprisingly nimble Flying Crossbody aimed at the BFG’s che--SMECK! Becky cinched both arms around the Angeleno’s upper thighs, then pushed onto tiptoes and simply tossed LaRue to the deck with a sort of Catch & Release Belly to Belly Suplex!
CATCH & RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMRM-pWTOHA
Kendra landed flat, arched up like the canvas was electrified and squealed an indignant protest to Nick Castle when Clayton hauled her upright with a double handful of hair. “HAIR!” she screeched at the top of her lungs. “GET THE CHEATING BYTCH OUTTA MY HANNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky clouted the challenger’s tits with a huge Forearm Smash just to get a little peace and quiet, she laid claim to LaRue’s wrist to shoot her into the ropes with the second Irish Whip in well under a minute. LaRue’s return wasn’t nearly as smooth this time around, indeed the Siren looked rather out of it until Clayton lunged in low and pressed her right hand against opposing rack. In the same instant she braced her left hand against the Angeleno’s rump and damned near shot her into the sky, Bex getting Choke Slam levels of elevation for the Spinebuster that THA-WHAMMED Kendra onto the thinly-sheathed plywood!
ELEVATED THRUSTING SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqTd_RNVuJk
The hellacious slam left LaRue shivering from top to bottom, yet Clayton chose to run the ropes instead of going for a pin. Which wasn’t to say the Booty Shock Trooper got anything like a respite as it was only a span of heartbeats before Becky returned and went airborne with a gorgeous vertical leap of her own. Stretching out full length after an impressive flying toe-touch, Clayton came down with every bit of her near hundred and forty pounds THWHUMPING Kendra’s gulping midsection.
RUNNING SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gr4TgUr9To
“Crush THAT, honeybunch!” Becky taunted in the midst of hooking the far leg in a Crossbody good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
LaRue kicked out just after ‘TWO’, but hadn’t even managed to sit up when Clayton reefed her into a Front Facelock. Tossing the challenger’s left arm across her shoulders, the Peacekeeper grabbed a handful of tri-color briefs above LaRue’s left hip and used those paired grips to get both ladies back on their feet. Once they were there Clayton dipped her knees and muscled Kendra all the way to high noon only to lay out and THWHAM the curvy brunette against the unforgiving deck!
VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPrEdsbLyVw
LaRue bounced on impact, managed to roll onto her belly to defend against a pin from the cham--“Rrrrggghhhh… GET YOUR BONY ASS OFFA MEEEEAARRGGH!”
Clayton planted a foot on either side of the challenger’s hips, bent down to claim her shins and tucked them neatly beneath her arms to ensure the maximum torque on Kendra’s spine when she sat down on those upturned glutes. “GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” LaRue reached for the ropes with one hand while the other scrabbled and pulled at the mat.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjGLZgvXSwQ
“C’mon Kendra, what’cha got?” Bex chided as she continued to pour it on with the Boston Crab.
LaRue didn’t answer with words, instead she pressed splayed hands to the mat and puuuuuuuuushed up until her tummy was a few inches off the mat. Give the Siren credit, she immediately started dragging their combined bulk toward the ropes The trip went quicker than expected, though far slower than the challenger dared dream. Seeing the strands within her grasp, Kendra gathered her reserves and lunged for--“NOOOOOOO!” Becky straightened up and stomped back to the center of the squared circle whereupon she sat down deep, the sculpted curve of her glutes settling perfectly into the hollow of Kendra’s lower back.
“Need me to call it, Kendra?” Castle asked when the brunette buried both hands in her hair to spread out the pain. “What do you say, Kendra? Tell me something!”
“Suck shyt, idiot!” LaRue wailed. “I’m not tapping for this bytchHHRRGGHH!”
Clayton leaned back on the Crab to put that much more strain on the hellish ‘C’ curve of her challenger’s spine. “You don’t have to tap, Kendra.” the Camouflage Crusher noted. “You can cry like a brat if you want. Or you can pass out if you can hold on that lo--”
“FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!” LaRue muscled herself off the mat for the second time in about as many minutes, but instead of making another trek to the strands, she coaxed a few more inches out of that agonizing lift, then tucked her chin against her chest and set the crown of her skull against the canvas. This put some ungodly strain on her neck, but it also gave the Angeleno enough leverage to roll through Clayton’s legs which put an immediate end to the murderous strain of the Boston Crab.
“F*CK YOU, DOGFACE!” LaRue couldn’t reach Becky’s face with any of her swiping slaps so she balled her hands into fists and treated the blonde to double middle fingers. “That the best you can do?” Kendra went on. “Just wait ‘til I’m outta here, I’m gonna grind the nose right offa your faHEY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUWHOOOAAAAAAAHHH!”
Bex muscled the Siren up onto her shoulders like she might’ve been getting set for a Catapult, however rather than fall back she muscled LaRue off the mat and began to spin. Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each rotation until the centrifugal force had Kendra elevated a good eighteen inches above the mat! Delighted to witness LaRue squealing and flailing after her earlier arrogance, the FAWNatics counted the first few times ‘round internally, then lent their voices to a giddy Greek Chorus. ‘FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEN! SIXTEEN! SEVENTEEN! EIGHTEEN! NINETEEN! TWENTY!’
GIANT SWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qej8W8u9jCU
Clayton released on ‘TWENTY!’ to send Kendra crashing to the canvas deep in the shadow of the nearest corner. Eyes closed in the wake of the Giant Swing, Becky pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger until the worst of the nausea had dispersed. Honing in on LaRue the moment her eyes opened, Clayton made a beeline toward the brunette’s boots only to cut left so she could get through the ropes to the apron. From there it was a quick trip to the high rent district, the BFG earning a raucous roar from those assembled when she treated them to a brawny double bicep flex. Seeing it all from the top of that cacophonous wave, Becky leapt out into the lights just to SPLASH down full force on Kendra’s fluttering chest! LaRue’s legs popped up so Clayton bundled ‘em tight, the champ taking obvious pleasure in pointing her opponent’s fearsome glutes toward the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Kendra shot an arm out and gripped the bottom rope to break the pin with half a second to spare!
“Still want to see what I can bring, Kendra?” Bex pinched the Siren’s nose, gave it a teasing little jostle. “Still think you’re gonna grind the nose off my face?”
“Scrawny beeyotch.” Kendra turned her face to the side, hissed when Clayton patted her cheek. “You’ll be lucky to have a face left when this match is oveOOFFHH!”
Becky wasn’t in the mood for that sort of sass, so she knotted her hands into a single fist, hoisted it overhead and thumped it deep into the Callipygian Killer’s midsection! LaRue sat up with a breathy grunt, meaning the blonde didn’t have far to reach when she plunged her hands into the other wrestler’s hair. Bex made no effort to disguise the illegal tugging that helped return Kendra to verticality, though she had the good grace not to argue when Nick asked for a break. Segueing to a perfectly legal Wristlock, Clayton stepped back, dropped a shoulder and slung LaRue at the strands with an Irish Wh--correction, the World Champion reeled Kendra back the way she’d came and welcomed her in with open arms, the kind that smecked around the brunette’s waist in a tight Bear Hug!
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOMRHWANOZM
“AAAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!” LaRue shrieked in breathless agony, the answering Scissors she secured around Clayton’s waist not nearly enough to counteract her opponent’s gut-churning constrictions. Hoisted so high that she was almost folded over Becky’s right shoulder, the Angeleno curled her fingers into claws and dragged them up her attacker’s back only to suffer another nauseating round of bouncing and jouncing for her efforts. “GAAAAHHH MY F*CKING RIBS!” she wailed to the delight of those assembled. “LEGGO OF ME YOU FLAT-ASSED BYTWHOOAAAARRRRRHHH!”
The One Woman Army ‘hupped’ her burden a little higher, planted both feet flat and then leeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaned down until she was bent double and the straining Siren was curved backward in a painful arch that saw her shoulders barely two inches above the mat.
“What do you say, Kendra?” Castle questioned his suffering charge. “You still hanging in there? Do I need to call for the--”
“SHUT THE F*CK UP!” LaRue slashed at the zebra since she couldn’t get at Becky. “I’M NEVER GONNA TAP OUT SO STOP WASTING MY WHOOOAAAAARRRGGGHH!”
Clayton muscled the Booty Shock co-founder back to her original position and bounced even harder, the miniature ‘thumps!’ of her boots hitting canvas earning echoing stomps from the assembled FAWNatics. The additional pressure slowed LaRue’s scrabbling a great deal, so much in fact that the Siren was practically draped down the Peacekeeper’s back. “Check her.” Becky huffed to the ref after several more seconds of sluggish squirming from the brunette. “Feels like she’s about to go out.”
Castle wasn’t as certain, though he’d freely admit that the curvaceous challenger wasn’t showing any of the Booty Shock braggadocio she seemed to exert so effortlessly. Positioning himself in such a way to avoid any sudden thrashing, Nick took hold of LaRue’s left wrist and lifted it overhead. He let it go and it fell to her side without so much as a twitch. “ONE!” Bex bared her teeth and squeezed a little harder, the Destroyer class blonde clearly enjoying the soft, pained sounds escaping the Siren. Nick paid these no mind as none sounded like a surrender. Rather her took hold of LaRue’s wrist a second time and drew it toward the lig--
Kendra brought her right hand up, wrested the left free of Castle’ grip and brought both hands CRAAAAAACKING down on the Clayton’s cheeks in a Renquist-worthy Double Slap! Of course even that sort of rifle-shot sway wasn’t enough to break a Becky Clayton Bear Hug which was probably why Kendra followed it with a nail-heavy wedgie that made most of the BFG’s bottoms vanish in ways that camouflage could never manage!
Bex’s squeal of surprised shock got a lot breathier when LaRue pounded a Kneelift into her belly and then a lot softer after the challenger collected her head under her left arm. Threading her hands beneath Clayton’s biceps to complete the Double Underhook, Kendra yoked up on the grip and bellowed, “EAT THIS, BEEYOTCH!” The last word was still on her tongue when the Siren snapped over and laid out flat to twist Becky off her feet and THWHUNK her down on the back of her head and shoulders with a nasty version of the Swinging Neckbreaker!
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbeO5iFBcGE
Clayton hit hard, but bounced to a seat with both arms wrapped tight across the back of her skull. This prevented a pin, alas it did nothing to prevent LaRue from laying claim to the champion’s hands and crisscrossing them over her own throat in a snug Straightjacket. Always eager to make things that much worse for her opposition, Kendra posted her right knee between LaRue’s shoulders and craaaaaaaaaaanked back on the suffocating hold.
STRAIGHTJACKET CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYZhmomowCQ
“Give up!” Kendra punctuated the demand by jostling her grip up ‘n down, then left ‘n right. “I mean it you dog-faced piece of trash, I’ve wasted enough time on your bony ass tonight, so stop f*cking around and GIVE--”
‘Up’ devolved into a feline snarl when the One Woman Army twisted clear of LaRue’s knee and made it to hers. Kendra moved with her, the brunette ensuring the straightjacket remained as tight and uncomfortable as ever, though it wasn’t enough to stop Bex from powering to verticality within a matter of momen--“AAARRRHHH!”
LaRue released her grip, palmed her foe’s head in both hands and gouged a pair of two-fingered hooks into Clayton’s eyes!
“Keep away from her--”
“Shut up!” the Callipygian Killer barked at Castle in the midst of switching over to a perfectly legal Wristlock. A quick sawed-off Shoulderblock to the tits kept Clayton’s legs nice and rubbery so LaRue could shoot her into the far corner with a heavy Irish Whip. Becky spun into the buckles with an audible ‘bwung’ and while her legs gave a noticeable shimmy she draped both arms over the top rope to keep herself uprig--“HOOOOOFFFFHHH!”
Kendra made the big blonde pay with a vicious Hip Check that put every bit of her hundred and thirty-eight pounds behind that glutes that looked to have displaced most, if not all of the internal organs in her prey’s midsection! Hooks be damned, not even Becky Clayton could endure that sort of shelling and remain upright, as evidenced by the way she ‘plopped’ to her backside in the worst possible position for a battle against the Siren. Under more controlled (read: domineering) circumstances, Kendra would’ve put on a little show before unleashing the gluteal grind. Tonight however she simply swung around and thrust / sat on the Destroyer’s sweat shiny mug, LaRue’s devastating derriere set to ’paint shaker’ the instant she made contact with Becky’s vulnerable mug!
LARUE THE DAY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bEHPoSlLsE
“Get in there, loser!” Now it was Kendra gripping the top rope, the challenger latched on tight to better deliver more of those nose-eroding weight to her squalling cushion. “Yeah, get in there! Nice and deep so I can snap your nose right the f*ck off!”
Beneath her, the squalling champion pushed and smashed at Kendra’s butt to no discernable effect. The same was true for her bridge, which, while impressive, provided no strategic advantage save for allowing the Booty Shock co-founder a few easy shots on her arched tummy.
After what seemed like an eternity for Clayton and a heartbeat for LaRue, Nick Castle strode over to the smothering skirmish and said, “All right Kendra, let’s have a clean break.”
Damned if Kendra didn’t comply at once, though Becky quickly learned that this didn’t mean much to her current state of affairs. Snatching hold of the blonde’s boots in either hand, LaRue dragged her a short distance from the buckles, no more than two or three feet. Still moving with the aggressive sense of urgency she’d shown since breaking the Bear Hug, Kendra stomped into the corner and grabbed hold of the top rope so she could climb onto the second strand. The FAWNatics knew what was coming and though they feared for Clayton’s golden reign, it didn’t stop them from roaring ‘OoooooooohhhhhhOOOOOOHHHHHH!’ when Kendra hopped out of the corner and THWHUMPED those wrecking ball buns onto Becky’s chest with a sternum-shattering Banzai Drop! Becky’s right leg shot into the air but Kendra ignored it in favor of pressing one cupped palm to the blonde’s face while Castle and a chorus of thousands tolled off…
BANZAI DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwFPBIdTInQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky put both hands to that terrifying tush and heaved LaRue offa her camouflaged perch with barely a half second to spare. “That was your last gasp, beeyotch.” the brunette promised even as she stomped a quick mud hole in Clayton’s midsection. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
Kendra didn’t actually give a shyt if Bex liked it one way or the other which was why she didn’t wait for an answer before pulling the Peacekeeper to boot-leather. Honing in on Clayton’s huffing and puffing as soon as the sound reached her ear, the Siren lowered her right shoulder and stuffed it into the pit of Becky’s stomach while simultaneously muscling her foe up across that intruding joint like a freshly killed trophy.
“You idiots really think this bony travesty is worthy of World Title gold?” LaRue swatted the blonde’s glutes with obvious derision as she took a swaggering stroll around the squared circle. “Well it’s not!” she shouted in response to a roar from Clayton’s aggrieved Commandos. “In fact, this crap right here is nothing but cannon fodder for any half decent wedgie war!”
Kendra grabbed hold of those already distended bottoms and treated them to another savage yank to emphasize the point. This show of cheeky dominance earned the usual round of whistles in jeers, it also earned the challenger several sharp punches jammed in above her right hip as Clayton began to regain her bearings. “Too goddamned late, slut.” LaRue slapped blonde backside one more time for good measure, then cinched a tight loop around Becky’s upper thighs. In the next instant she spun ‘round on the ball of one foot and raced toward the far corner with Clayton jostling and jouncing atop her shoulder like nothing more than an oversized bag of laundry. But laundry isn’t known to groan when treated poorly and Bex most certainly did, the distressed Destroyer letting out a pained ‘OOOOFFFFHHH!’ when Kendra slammed her into the turnbuckles via a high speed Spear / Shoulderblock combination!
The gut-churning impact left Clayton’s rump wedged atop the middle buckle and it probably would’ve stayed there if LaRue had chosen to disengage. Alas she did not and Becky was dragged back out into deep water when then challenger returned to the center of the squared circle. Still in firm control of the blonde’s stems, LaRue grabbed one and shrugged it over her head to the other shoulder so those lightly tanned thighs framed her head. Under less controlled circumstances this might’ve been a most dangerous decision, unfortunately for Clayton the peril was hers and hers alone as the world found out when Kendra kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat to THWHUMP the champ down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a canvas-shivering Beach Break!
BEACH BREAK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeRLSLAG_do
Becky tumbled onto her back in an insensate starfish that lasted until the Siren circled around and bulled a shoulder into the pits of her knees to fold the big blonde in a Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The BFG slopped out instead of kicking out, a sure sign that Kendra LaRue was closing in on the World Title. Knowing just how she’d break whatever remained of the poseur’s fighting spirit, the Callipygian Killer got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same only to pump a Toe Kick into her gut seconds later. Clayton doubled over clutching her midsection, thus allowing LaRue to drag her into a Standing Headscissors that had the champ groaning and wriggling with each mean-spirited pulse.
“What hurts more, beeyotch?” Kendra’s voice was bright with malice as she dragged her nails up Clayton’s rump en route to another round of savage tog sawing. “Realizing that your World Title belongs to me? Or that your ASS does too?!”
Bex answered by slapping the challenger’s thighs as hard as she could, a show of defiance that only seemed to irritate the Siren. Eyes narrowed to dark slots, LaRue made a point to earn a loud squeal with a prolonged final wedgie before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Clayton’s waist. From there she muscled the blonde up onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOOOO!
Bringing her hands together even as the Angeleno hoisted her skward, Becky raised the bludgeon overhead and brought it down on the crown of her challenger’s skull! The unexpected blow popped the lock of Kendra’s hands, thus allowing the One Woman Army to slip loose of the brunette’s grasp and return to the mat without incident. Which wasn’t to say her return to verticality proved uneventful. Becky reared back the instant she touched down and PWAAAKED a huge Forearm Smash across LaRue’s chest.
The proximity was such that the blow didn’t’ land with it’s usual impact yet it was still more than enough to send Kendra stumbling backward with one arm angled across her chest. “Cheap tramp.” LaRue wheezed as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll teach you to put your grubby hands on NNNNGGGGHH!”
In no gentle mood herself, Clayton stormed after the retreating battler and THWHACKED a huge Big Boot into Kendra’s exposed chin! Becky had hoped to put the Siren down flat with the strike, but LaRue’s backpedaling meant she stumble-staggered her way into the ropes, sagged butt-first onto the second strand, then bounced back the way she’d ca--‘oooooooooohhhhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics as Clayton placed a hand to Kendra’s chest and another to an inner thigh to muscle the startled stunner into the lights with a gorgeous Military Press!
The persistent sting of that f*cking wedgie meant Clayton didn’t truly enjoy putting her obnoxious opposition on display, but it sure as hell didn’t stop her from turning to all four sides of the arena to better show her off. That doing so also ensured everyone got the same view of her be-wedgied buns must’ve also crossed the champ’s mind, certainly it was the most logical explanation for the extra ‘oomph’ that launched Kendra even higher in the heartbeats before the BFG laid out on her back and drew both knees up to chest level. It was upon these bony joints that Kendra LaRue landed full force, the bewildered Booty Shocker ‘ooooofffhhing’ in gut-shot surprise as she bounced away from the collision with both arms stretched tight across her nauseated midsection.
MILITARY PRESS DOUBLE KNEE GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpDMRd2HtEk
Clayton didn’t feel much better, though at least she wasn’t fighting for breath as she carefully, caaaaaarefully undid the miserable machinations Kendra had dealt her camouflaged briefs. Sighing with relief when the deed was done, the champ clambered to boot-leather and turned her attention to--
LaRue launched herself at the blonde with a nasty Lariat that would’ve turned Bex inside out if she hadn’t dipped low at the last second. The miss didn’t slow the Siren in the slightest, indeed she was moving that much faster when she hit the ropes and raced back at Becky for a second shot at the--
Clayton ducked again, only this time she hooked her right arm across LaRue’s midsection and muscled her off the canvas for something that started like a Sidewalk Slam but ended with the curvy brunette draped facedown over her foe’s right should--“EERRRRGGGGGGHHHH!” Becky ‘hupped’ Kendra up & off, then dropped to one knee to skewer the challenger’s abdomen with the second Gutbuster in as less than a minute!
TILT-A-WHIRL GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjBuTn6QYQo
LaRue hit the canvas awkwardly and scrambled / rolled her way to a seat in the nearest corner, the Callipygian Killer fighting hard for every breath in the wake of Becky’s resurgence. No one could blame her for this mind you. After all, if you couldn’t breathe you couldn’t fight. Unfortunately this focus on her respiration meant she didn’t realize Becky was barreling toward the corner until half a heartbeat before the World Champion whipped ‘round and THWHAMMED every bit of her weight into LaRue’s mug ass-first! Clayton bounced outta the buckles and stormed to the center of the squared circle, the big blonde slappin’ her own impressive glutes much to the delight of the crowd.
HIP ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-FH74jT3-Q
“Think she can take another one?” Bex asked over the roar of those assembled.
‘WHO CARES, GIVE IT TO HER ANYWAY!’ shouted a raucous middle aged woman in the second row sporting a Howling Commandos hoodie.
Clayton snorted, offered her a quick salute, then made a second trip to Kendra’s corner to THWHUMP her camouflaged cheeks into the Siren’s increasingly slack features. Of course the application of two Hip Attacks prompted the Cold November revelers to chant ‘ONE MORE TIME!’ before breaking down into another round of riotous cheers when the World Champ squatted atop LaRue’s forehead and treated her to some high-speed scrubbing that didn’t stop until Castle strode over and asked, “Should I warn you or just count?”
Hips still rolling, Becky offered the Senior Official a wide grin. “Count please.”
Nick did, and to the champ’s credit she sauntered away from the buckles to ‘flick’ her trunks back into place. “All right, enough playing around.” Clayton murmured under her breath. “Time we finished this.”
Back in the corner, a sputtering Kendra saw Becky coming her way and wanted no part of it. “Ropes!” she huffed to Castle. “Ropes dammit, I’m in the ropeRRGGGHH!”
The BFG stomped on her adversary’s stomach once, twice, three times, then grabbed a double handful of hair and hauled LaRue upright. Backpedaling out to the center with Kendra in tow, Becky relinquished the hair-hold and leaned left to cinch both arms around the brunette’s waist. The crowd’s buzz rose to a steady roar as Clayton spun LaRue upside down into an unmistakable arrangement. “NO!” Kendra shouted against Becky’s thighs as the champ turned toward the hard camera. “PUT ME DOWN YA SCRAWNY ASS BEEYOTCH, YOU CAN’T NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” The Camouflage Crusher could and did, Clayton popping up on tiptoe just to drop to her knees to SPIKE the Siren’s noggin into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
TOMBSTONE:
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Set on her knees above the starfished ruin of her challenger, Bex reached back with her left hand, grabbed hold of LaRue’s hair and lifted her head off the mat. Sliding her left leg under the back of Kendra’s neck, Clayton hooked that shin into the pit of her right knee to craft a Figure Four Headscissors that evolved into a Reverse Face Sit when Becky dropped her glutes atop Kendra’s upturned nose!
“MMMMMRRRPPPPPGGGHHHHH!” the Siren thrashed to life, LaRue twisting this way and that in a desperate effort to escape the champ’s trap.
“How’s my ass feel now, honeybunch?” Clayton asked after she’d snatched hold of Kendra’s wrists. “Scrawny? Or smothering?”
“MMMNNNNHHHHHHH!” LaRue bridged over and over but each effort was met with a stinging overhand slap to her hapless belly. Each failure meant less and less oxygen, which meant slowed resistance and ultimately a Reverse Matchbook when Becky hooked her arms under the challenger’s thighs and tucked them under her armpits. Smiling mischievously at the sight of the ‘SIREN’ stretched across her seat’s trunks, Clayton gave LaRue’s rump a possessive, jostling squeeze and asked, “Still with us, Kendra?”
“Mmrrpphhhguuhhhhgedhoffamee!” Kendra whimpered into those bunched buttocks, the Face Sitting specialist clearly not enjoying the reversal of fortune.
The was fine, Becky enjoyed it more than enough for the both of them. Continuing to dish out hard swats to those slowly-reddening cheeks, the One Woman Army began to bounce a little more forcefully while occasionally interspersing the simple up and down and an aggressive figure eight sort of scrub.
LaRue’s whining increased along with it, though you’d be forgiven for not hearing it over the roar of the crowd and the suffocating muffler of the champion’s rump. “GHEDHOFF!” Kendra abruptly sobbed, her fingers showing white at the knuckles as managed a final desperate grip on blonde buttocks. “GHEDHOFF, AYCANDBREAVE!”
Becky stopped bouncing, instead settling down with every bit of her weight, the One Woman Army clenching her glutes lay uncontested claim to the Siren’s nose. “Say it.” Clayton demanded. “Say it or I’m not going any--”
“GHIVHUP!” LaRue let go of her failing grasp and paddled the mat with both hands like some petulant brat having a fitful temper tantrum. “GHIVHUP, JUSSGHEDOFFAMYFAAAAAAAACE!”
Becky turned to look at Castle, but the official had already turned away to throw a signal to the Timekeeper. Shortly thereafter the bell sounded and the Announcer cleared his throat, thus allowing Becky to break out a double bicep flex and a wide smile for the subsequent confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Kendra was still squirming, not that Clayton was in hurry to regain her feet. Indeed, she took the time to ‘flick’ her trunks back into place and accept the World Title from Nick before she rose to her full height. She would’ve put a boot on LaRue’s chest if the semiconscious brunette hadn’t rolled onto her stomach the instant she was able to breathe again.
Bex shrugged, adjusted her position and set that boot atop Kendra’s conquered buttocks. Holding the belt two-handed, Clayton raised it high while simultaneously pressing down, all the better to leave her mark on the sulking Siren. “Boots to asses, all day long!” the Peacekeeper told the cheering throng. “Think you’re immune, ladies? Step up and take your shot, you’ll end up just like Kendra here.”
A final flex / stomp combination provided all the punctuation Becky needed, not that it stopped the camera from sweeping Kendra LaRue from one end to the other before Cold November Pain faded to black for another year.