Post by EmmaWoods007 on Feb 14, 2021 10:14:01 GMT
KAYCEE CASSIDY
IRMA IRONS
…Despite her putting in the most valiant of efforts, as the fans of The Angel had come to expect in recent years, it seemed obvious to everyone by now that Kaycee Cassidy was proving to be no match for Irma Iron’s on this particular evening. The regular attendees of FAWN’s extensive House Show circuit rarely appreciated it when one of the favoured staples were chosen to be fed to one of the ‘PPV’ stars just before a Title Shot but, sometimes, the script would be flipped and there wasn’t a damn thing that the brass in their ivory tower could do about it.
Kaycee had done her best to full fill that particular dream, but her very best efforts were for nought as, knocked onto her back foot, she was claimed at centre ring by the Personification of Pissed Off and tugged stiffly forwards.
With The Angel reeling, Iron’s wrapped both of her arms about her waist and delivered a firm squeeze, pulling the brunette in close and wrenching the small of her back with a fierce Bearhug. Cassidy gasped in reply, her body pressed up tight against Irma’s, grimacing for a moment before reluctantly slackening by inches in her opponents embrace, feeling her strength ebbing with each passing second.
She struggled, of course, Kaycee not about to just surrender on what many considered to be her home turf, but as the Apex Enforcer continued to apply ruthless amounts of pressure, her remaining reserves were being leached from her athletic frame with concerning speed. To further compound her predicament, Iron’s proceeded to adjust her grip, flexing her steel corded biceps to not only tighten the noose about her body, but to also jostle Cassidy up and down, growling into the slightly smaller young woman’s ear as though she possessed her.
Unfortunately, Kaycee’s only rebuttal to that implied claim was to deliver a steady stream of increasingly deflated groans in time with each steady lift and drop, moaning a little louder the more her firm body was compressed. Her head bobbed back on her shoulders and her arms soon fell slack, fingers swaying idly by her thighs as her eyelids began to flutter, lips parting slightly as she sighed quietly.
Sensing her impending capitulation, Irma squeeeeeeeeeeezed with one last sudden, savage constriction. It was one that forced a loud ‘GRUNT’ to surge up out of Cassidy’s wilting body that could be heard by everyone in the front rows, and her eyes snapping back open in time with the flash of pain shooting up and down her punished spine.
Irma released, letting go of her foe and adjusting her grip to grab Kaycee by her firm buttocks, muscling the other girls’ feet up off the deck and wrapping her competitors’ legs about her waist. Instinctively, Cassidy did likewise with her arms about Iron’s shoulders, the dazed brunette in little condition to do much else than what she was prompted as she inhaled a deep, greedy and much needed breath. Carried in her adversary’s arms like a lover, she had time to blink a few times before the Manchester Malcontent surged forwards with a shout, stampeding across the ring before she SLAMMED!! Kaycee’s already punished back right into the waiting turnbuckles!!
Cassidy bucked with a shout of her own, albeit hers were filled with misery, Kaycee grimacing as her boots dropped heavily back down to the canvas, her arms flopping over the top ropes as her booty sat on the middle buckle. She gasped, quickly and heavily, her whole body quivering as she willed her limbs to comply, but they remained leaden as Iron’s snorted, grabbed her by the back of her neck and reclaimed one of her thighs, powering the near dead weight of The Angel to lay up and across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Kaycee slumped on her grasp as she was carried to centre ring and, spot picked out by Irma, the Apex Enforcer set about ending the contest. Bracing herself, Iron’s prepared to dump Cassidy back down onto the deck on the wrong end of…
…nothing at all! With one last surge of effort, Kaycee tapping into hidden reserves possessed by Babyfaces the world over, the brunette dropped down out the back door just as Irma was about to end her night for good. Landing on Iron’s blindside, the FAWNatics erupted with fresh hopes as Cassidy spun the flat footed, Manchester Malcontent about to face her, and NAILED!! the slightly bigger brunette beneath the chin with a blistering uppercut!!
Irma was rocked back onto her heels, perhaps not even knowing what had just hit her and, as she shook her head, The Angel was sure to seize her momentum, snagging Iron’s by the back her head with both hands and folding the other young woman forwards rapidly. Forcibly penitent, the Brit was meant by a rapidly uprising knee that CRACKED her square on the forehead, the dull THUNK of bone meeting bone echoing surprisingly far across the watching masses.
Iron’s recoiled, sputtering and cursing as, for just a moment, she shot back up to standing and clutched at her features, promising violent murder as she dropped down to one knee.
Kaycee was there, tugging her opponent forwards into a firm Front Headlock and, with excitement surging through her body, the House Show Circuit favourite threw herself backwards and NAILED the crown of her foes head into the canvas!!
KNEELING DDT: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=79aIBniGqqg
With a sharp shockwave running throughout her powerful body, Irma forcibly jolted away from the harsh landing, dropping down onto the mat across her back and stunned.
Cassidy was taking no chances, sensing glory and the crowd were in full voice, riding the same wave that she was as the young woman threw herself atop Iron’s and grabbed on her legs, securing a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
Iron’s shoved up a shoulder and rolled over onto her side, muttering darkly to herself with a shaking of her disoriented head.
The FAWNatics were disappointed, but they were not deflated, just like The Angel of their affections who had gotten back up onto her feet and, with heart pumping, she brought her hands up about her lips, leaned back and shouted…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK!?!”
…and an enrapt crowd immediately cried back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!!”
…and Kaycee nodded in agreement, drawing strength from their support. It was the small, intimate, intensely loyal crowds like these that had kept her in the business whilst those in power continued to ignore her, and Cassidy would always give her all to reward their unwavering faith.
Pivoting back to Irma who was busy scraping herself off the canvas, still muttering inventive obscenities just barely under her breath, Kaycee proceeded to start jostling her back up to her feet before she was ready to, preparing to…
…release a startled cry, the crowd panicking right along with her as Iron’s, surging the last few inches back to boot leather, powered a surprised Cassidy right up off her feet and firmly jostled her into position across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. With neither ceremony nor hesitation, Iron’s LAUNCHED her up and over before dropping down to her side, BURYING The Angel down onto the canvas across her head and shoulders!!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDD_NJ1Bnjc
Kaycee’s lights went out the moment Irma connected with her Iron Valley Driver, the Personification of Pissed Off shutting the house show circuit favourite off just as she had so many others before now. A severe jolt ran the length of the hopeful’s athletic body before she flopped out across the canvas in a limp limbed starfish, staring blankly at the rafters as Iron’s, eyes still twitching in vexation, collected both of the girl’s legs and stacked her up into a tight ball on her shoulders.
The Official dropped down to the canvas and counted…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The FAWNatics expressed their disappointment as Irma tossed aside her opponent’s oft desired gams, pushing her way back up to her feet and exhaling sharply. She marched about the ring with a rolling of her shoulders as…
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…returned to the loud speakers and cemented her victory.
She seemed to be possessed of endless reserves of energy that could not be burned off, her sense of agitation only increasing the further she paced about, muttering with heavy breathing. Suddenly, she came to an abrupt stop and, before anyone could even think about voicing a protest, she shook her head several times before marching back on over to the unconscious Cassidy.
Concern amongst the spectators grew rapidly as she grabbed Kaycee by her wrist peeled the already beaten girl back off the deck before roughly muscling the slightly smaller brunettes flaccid frame to once again lay across her shoulders. Fireman’s Carry locked back into position, The Angel slumped in her grasp and limbs swaying idly, Irma found the hard camera and glared down it’s lens, struggling to compose herself long enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Flynn, London, Lethbridge, I don’t care whose f*cking corpse I have to rip it off, at Heartbroken, I’m TAKING the EurAsia Title!”
Declaration made, the Apex Enforcer braced her sturdy frame and then, with a cry of denial from the watching FAWNatics, she BURIED Cassidy for a second time in one night with an additional Iron Valley Driver!!
The ring itself shook and Kaycee’s demolished, steaming physique quivering in the aftermath, a warning to all those watching that, at the next PPV, the Personification of Pissed Off would be out for blood…
IRMA IRONS
…Despite her putting in the most valiant of efforts, as the fans of The Angel had come to expect in recent years, it seemed obvious to everyone by now that Kaycee Cassidy was proving to be no match for Irma Iron’s on this particular evening. The regular attendees of FAWN’s extensive House Show circuit rarely appreciated it when one of the favoured staples were chosen to be fed to one of the ‘PPV’ stars just before a Title Shot but, sometimes, the script would be flipped and there wasn’t a damn thing that the brass in their ivory tower could do about it.
Kaycee had done her best to full fill that particular dream, but her very best efforts were for nought as, knocked onto her back foot, she was claimed at centre ring by the Personification of Pissed Off and tugged stiffly forwards.
With The Angel reeling, Iron’s wrapped both of her arms about her waist and delivered a firm squeeze, pulling the brunette in close and wrenching the small of her back with a fierce Bearhug. Cassidy gasped in reply, her body pressed up tight against Irma’s, grimacing for a moment before reluctantly slackening by inches in her opponents embrace, feeling her strength ebbing with each passing second.
She struggled, of course, Kaycee not about to just surrender on what many considered to be her home turf, but as the Apex Enforcer continued to apply ruthless amounts of pressure, her remaining reserves were being leached from her athletic frame with concerning speed. To further compound her predicament, Iron’s proceeded to adjust her grip, flexing her steel corded biceps to not only tighten the noose about her body, but to also jostle Cassidy up and down, growling into the slightly smaller young woman’s ear as though she possessed her.
Unfortunately, Kaycee’s only rebuttal to that implied claim was to deliver a steady stream of increasingly deflated groans in time with each steady lift and drop, moaning a little louder the more her firm body was compressed. Her head bobbed back on her shoulders and her arms soon fell slack, fingers swaying idly by her thighs as her eyelids began to flutter, lips parting slightly as she sighed quietly.
Sensing her impending capitulation, Irma squeeeeeeeeeeezed with one last sudden, savage constriction. It was one that forced a loud ‘GRUNT’ to surge up out of Cassidy’s wilting body that could be heard by everyone in the front rows, and her eyes snapping back open in time with the flash of pain shooting up and down her punished spine.
Irma released, letting go of her foe and adjusting her grip to grab Kaycee by her firm buttocks, muscling the other girls’ feet up off the deck and wrapping her competitors’ legs about her waist. Instinctively, Cassidy did likewise with her arms about Iron’s shoulders, the dazed brunette in little condition to do much else than what she was prompted as she inhaled a deep, greedy and much needed breath. Carried in her adversary’s arms like a lover, she had time to blink a few times before the Manchester Malcontent surged forwards with a shout, stampeding across the ring before she SLAMMED!! Kaycee’s already punished back right into the waiting turnbuckles!!
Cassidy bucked with a shout of her own, albeit hers were filled with misery, Kaycee grimacing as her boots dropped heavily back down to the canvas, her arms flopping over the top ropes as her booty sat on the middle buckle. She gasped, quickly and heavily, her whole body quivering as she willed her limbs to comply, but they remained leaden as Iron’s snorted, grabbed her by the back of her neck and reclaimed one of her thighs, powering the near dead weight of The Angel to lay up and across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry.
Kaycee slumped on her grasp as she was carried to centre ring and, spot picked out by Irma, the Apex Enforcer set about ending the contest. Bracing herself, Iron’s prepared to dump Cassidy back down onto the deck on the wrong end of…
…nothing at all! With one last surge of effort, Kaycee tapping into hidden reserves possessed by Babyfaces the world over, the brunette dropped down out the back door just as Irma was about to end her night for good. Landing on Iron’s blindside, the FAWNatics erupted with fresh hopes as Cassidy spun the flat footed, Manchester Malcontent about to face her, and NAILED!! the slightly bigger brunette beneath the chin with a blistering uppercut!!
Irma was rocked back onto her heels, perhaps not even knowing what had just hit her and, as she shook her head, The Angel was sure to seize her momentum, snagging Iron’s by the back her head with both hands and folding the other young woman forwards rapidly. Forcibly penitent, the Brit was meant by a rapidly uprising knee that CRACKED her square on the forehead, the dull THUNK of bone meeting bone echoing surprisingly far across the watching masses.
Iron’s recoiled, sputtering and cursing as, for just a moment, she shot back up to standing and clutched at her features, promising violent murder as she dropped down to one knee.
Kaycee was there, tugging her opponent forwards into a firm Front Headlock and, with excitement surging through her body, the House Show Circuit favourite threw herself backwards and NAILED the crown of her foes head into the canvas!!
KNEELING DDT: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=79aIBniGqqg
With a sharp shockwave running throughout her powerful body, Irma forcibly jolted away from the harsh landing, dropping down onto the mat across her back and stunned.
Cassidy was taking no chances, sensing glory and the crowd were in full voice, riding the same wave that she was as the young woman threw herself atop Iron’s and grabbed on her legs, securing a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!!
Iron’s shoved up a shoulder and rolled over onto her side, muttering darkly to herself with a shaking of her disoriented head.
The FAWNatics were disappointed, but they were not deflated, just like The Angel of their affections who had gotten back up onto her feet and, with heart pumping, she brought her hands up about her lips, leaned back and shouted…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK!?!”
…and an enrapt crowd immediately cried back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!!”
…and Kaycee nodded in agreement, drawing strength from their support. It was the small, intimate, intensely loyal crowds like these that had kept her in the business whilst those in power continued to ignore her, and Cassidy would always give her all to reward their unwavering faith.
Pivoting back to Irma who was busy scraping herself off the canvas, still muttering inventive obscenities just barely under her breath, Kaycee proceeded to start jostling her back up to her feet before she was ready to, preparing to…
…release a startled cry, the crowd panicking right along with her as Iron’s, surging the last few inches back to boot leather, powered a surprised Cassidy right up off her feet and firmly jostled her into position across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. With neither ceremony nor hesitation, Iron’s LAUNCHED her up and over before dropping down to her side, BURYING The Angel down onto the canvas across her head and shoulders!!
IRON VALLEY DRIVER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDD_NJ1Bnjc
Kaycee’s lights went out the moment Irma connected with her Iron Valley Driver, the Personification of Pissed Off shutting the house show circuit favourite off just as she had so many others before now. A severe jolt ran the length of the hopeful’s athletic body before she flopped out across the canvas in a limp limbed starfish, staring blankly at the rafters as Iron’s, eyes still twitching in vexation, collected both of the girl’s legs and stacked her up into a tight ball on her shoulders.
The Official dropped down to the canvas and counted…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The FAWNatics expressed their disappointment as Irma tossed aside her opponent’s oft desired gams, pushing her way back up to her feet and exhaling sharply. She marched about the ring with a rolling of her shoulders as…
BURY YOU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLliftUOkmg
…returned to the loud speakers and cemented her victory.
She seemed to be possessed of endless reserves of energy that could not be burned off, her sense of agitation only increasing the further she paced about, muttering with heavy breathing. Suddenly, she came to an abrupt stop and, before anyone could even think about voicing a protest, she shook her head several times before marching back on over to the unconscious Cassidy.
Concern amongst the spectators grew rapidly as she grabbed Kaycee by her wrist peeled the already beaten girl back off the deck before roughly muscling the slightly smaller brunettes flaccid frame to once again lay across her shoulders. Fireman’s Carry locked back into position, The Angel slumped in her grasp and limbs swaying idly, Irma found the hard camera and glared down it’s lens, struggling to compose herself long enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Flynn, London, Lethbridge, I don’t care whose f*cking corpse I have to rip it off, at Heartbroken, I’m TAKING the EurAsia Title!”
Declaration made, the Apex Enforcer braced her sturdy frame and then, with a cry of denial from the watching FAWNatics, she BURIED Cassidy for a second time in one night with an additional Iron Valley Driver!!
The ring itself shook and Kaycee’s demolished, steaming physique quivering in the aftermath, a warning to all those watching that, at the next PPV, the Personification of Pissed Off would be out for blood…