Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:12:01 GMT
The crowd is eager for the next fight to begin when the FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
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Meglovania from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty witch heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray along with her teammate and corner girl for the night, La Sombra.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN’s most neighbourly and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her third PPV match for the top promotion. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each breast to the back where it’s made of a breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
-RING GEAR-
Mirroring Hazeema’s pre-match ritual in an alternate path is La Sombra (Lucia Reina to her friends). Throwing fist after fist in the air, begging the crowd to sing McMurray’s praises. Not scheduled for a match and not wanting to steal her friend’s thunder, Sombra forgoes her usual Dia de Los Muertos makeup and lets her stunning face shine naturally, and switches out her ring togs for some painted-on black jeans with a pink camisole.
LA SOMBRA
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M and the daughter of shadows zig-zag across the ramp slapping the hands of eager (and drooling) fans. Stephanie Sullivan and the Canadians have avoided each other’s path since Sullivan defeated Sombra and humiliated them both in the faction’s earliest days at Thrills, Chills, and Spills 2020. Now over a year later they finally have a chance to even the score. Hazeema hugs her friend and speaks confidently, “It’s about time we had that rematch, it’s gonna go different this time, I promise!”
La Sombra kisses her on the cheek and smiles, she has total faith in N.C.’s manager, “You got this. I’ll be here in case she tries anything, go get her!” Hazeema nods emphatically and breaks the hug to slide into the ring. She raises one more fist to the camera before going to the corner for the official’s check over.
Stephanie Sullivan
It isn’t long before jeers start filling the arena as the loud sounds of Scandalous by Misteeq begin to blast across the speakers. As soon as it does, we are treated to Stephanie Sullivan emerging from the backstage curtain. She smiles clad in a pair of white and black tights, matching black and white boots, and a white top that is barely being held by a simple knot. The busty brunette makes her way down the ring, a dalmatian patterned robe flowing with each step as the crowd continues to boo her on, however, some give her catcalls. She finally makes it to the ring and she stops short as she slowly walks up the steps and keeps her eyes lock on La Sombra who is standing outside of the ring by McMurray’s corner post.
“Miss me?! I know I enjoyed knocking you out…” She blows a wicked kiss to La Sombra before she slowly enters the ring. “However, I think I am going to have my way with you tonight… Little miss DnD…”
Stephanie stands at the apron as she takes her robe off. She thrusts her chest outwards before she finally enters the ring. The crowd is just booing as the voluptuous beauty takes her stand in the middle of the ring. She glances over at Hazeema smirking.
“You ready to get smothered out tonight?! I figure you probably will have drool running down my breasts by the time I am done and afterwards, I’ll have two fingers for you, and I know where I plan to put them…”
Hazeema gets a little red-faced and squeaks back, pointing an accusing finger, “You keep your hands to yourself! I’m going to teach you some manners!” Stephanie laughs off the ‘threat’ from the Canadian and lets herself be guided to a corner for the prematch check. Both women speedily jog out their corners and stalk the perimeter of the ring before rushing forward into an Elbow and Colla- “Ooof!”
Hazeema’s face meets the ring floor painfully and suddenly. Stephanie dropped and toppled the manager with a Toehold before their arms could brush against each other in the lock-up. Hazeema starts to push off the mat and Sullivan forces her back down with a Hip Drop, Now straddling the curvy Canuck she starts bombing forearms to the back of Hazeema’s head, neck and shoulders. The esteemed penthouse fighter taunts McMurray as she piles on hits, “When do the lessons start, huh!?” Hazeema turtles as best she can, weathering the storm and trying to squirm out of this predicament. Sick of the referee’s toothless threats Stephanie stops her barrage and forces Hazeema to stand with a double-handed yank of a pigtail. Dropping to knee Steph sends the DM&M sprinting across the ring with an Irish Whip, Hazeema turns in time but her back jars the buckles with a “Thauwmp!” shaking the ring ropes and her skeleton. The wrasslin role-player wobbles forward cringing with a hand at her back.
Stephanie follows up sprinting towards Hazeema and sends the Canuck over the top rope and to the outside of the ring with a hellacious clothesline. Hazeema lands on the outside of the ring with a splat and a groan, Stephanie doesn’t waste this opportunity to run towards the turnbuckles. She bounces off of them and when she runs back, she dives through the ropes landing right on top of Hazeema who is struggling to get back up.
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Stephanie smirks as she stands on a vertical base. She yanks Hazeema back up by the pigtails and throws her under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Stephanie taunts a fuming Sombra before sliding into the ring.
Stephanie smirks as Hazeema struggles to get to her feet. She slaps her hard in the face before yanking her back up. She tucks the canuck underneath an arm and tries to lift her for a Suplex but Hazeema manages to land on the opposite side of Stephanie. She doesn’t waste any time wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s waist and slings her backwards with a German Suplex. Stephanie lands right on her noggin as she reaches for her head in pain, McMurray dusts herself off and slowly makes it to her feet.
McMurray self admonishes as she collects herself, “Head in the game girl, that first period sucked…” and lunges at a rising Stephanie, knocking her flat with a clothesline then leaping up for jumping senton across the brunette’s belly. Steph’s vision is still a little spotty from the Suplex but gets real clear when she feels Hazeema’s compacted weight lands like a boulder onto her midsection. Leaning back against the deflated catfighter Hazeema works her right arm around Sullivan’s corresponding leg and hooks it deep for a quick pinfall.
One… TwoKickout!!
Sullivan shoves the Canadian off of her into a seat then massages her recently concave abs, moaning, “54Kg my ass, you weigh a tonne!”
Hazeema straightens at this slight, and feels shame for feeling slighted at such a juvenile insult “S-shut up!” The Dungeon Master corrals Stephanie in a front facelock and gets them to their feet, grabbing a fistful of black and white tights Haze points Sullivan’s boots to high noon, Stephanie feels the disorientation that comes with all your blood rushing to your head as Hazeema keeps her in the air like a caught fish. The FAWNatics are quick to catch on and count the seconds. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven Eight! Nine! Ten!
Through seconds eight and nine Hazeema steps closer to the ropes, at ten she lets Stephanie down but not the way expected. Keeping the holds intact Hazeema bends forward till Sullivan’s ankles catch the top cable, with the rebound as a boost the cripplin’ Canuck splatters Stephanie against the mat with a rope-assisted snap Suplex, emphasis on the snap!
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX
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La Sombra applauds her friend from the outside as Hazeema covers Stephanie, “The Strength training with Olunike is paying off!”
Strength alone won’t put Stephanie down given she kicks out again at two, piefacing McMurray as she does. McMurray moves the hand out of her face and she rises to her feet. She can’t believe that Stephanie has so much fight within her. Haz helps Stephanie up to her feet with a grip of an arm but Sullivan quickly throws a punch into nerdgirl gut. Hazeema doubles over in pain and Stephanie tucks Hazeema underneath an arm before planting her right into the mat with a Snap DDT. Stephanie grins, bending down and lifting Hazeema’s head by the chin. “Guess what… I think I am going to start working on your breasts now… I will use a dice roll to see what type of effect it will have…”
The crowd boos as Stephanie turns the Canuck over and mounts herself on top of her. She moves Hazeema’s top aside as she locks her fingers tightly around both nubs. “Oh, would you look at that… NAT20!!!!”
Stephanie has an evil grin as she twists as hard as she can. Hazeema lets out a howling scream that can be heard all across the arena. Stephanie doesn’t let up for anything as she continues to pull away as she looks over at the stripped-clad rule zebra.
“Hey she’s screaming loud over here, you might want to ask her if she quits!”
The referee does as he is told as he quickly rushes over to ask her but McMurray quickly shakes her head grimacing in pain.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. I DON’T QUIT!!!!!!!”
The crowd offers a mixed reaction as some want to see more of the woman’s body while others want to see her make a comeback. Stephanie, however, stops twisting and forms some fists, she begins to punch Hazeema as hard as she can right against the sides of her breasts over and over again fully ignoring the official’s pleas to stop using closed fists.
“I can do this all day, nerd!”
Hazeema bites her lip and whistles like a steaming tea kettle instead of screaming. Hearing the steady ‘Bump-Bump-Bump’ of Lucia ‘La Sombra’ Reina slamming her hands against the ring apron in support, Hazeema pushes the pain to the back of her mind and bucks hard enough to get a hand free. Fighting rudeness with rudeness, Hazeema takes Stephanie’s left ear in a steel grip and twists it like she means to tear it off! The catfighter shrieks like a banshee “Ref! Ref! Ref!!” The official warns them both to disengage or risk a double disqualification “One! Two! Three! Four!” The brown-skinned beauties release their holds and hurriedly back away from each other, massaging their various hurts.
Sullivan massages her ear and screams at her uncultured opponent, “Were you raised in a barn, you damned animal!?” She marches toward Hazeema who sets off to meet her, not backing down from the career heel, “Look who’s talking, you’re the one going under my top!”
“And by the end of the match I will take that outfit and it will be mine, so you can’t claim ownership of it!”
Hazeema did not think it was possible she could dislike this person any more than after the debacle of a match at TCS 2020 but the penthouse fighter proved her wrong, “What the hell are you?-” The High Caster cuts herself off seeing Sullivan rear back for another bytch slap, Haze grabs Sullivan’s wrist before contact and spins under it for an arm wringer. Steph grimaces and slaps at her shoulder to negate the pain, she’s about to adjust her footing for an escape when McMurray kicks the back of her knees forcing the vixen to the canvas. Quickly moving to Stephanie’s six, McMurray laces her fingers under the heel’s chin while pressing her knees to Stephanie’s back.
Hazeema pulls Stephanie’s chin back at a hurtful angle so they can be eye to eye when she growls, “Here’s where the lessons start.” And falls back to the canvas to stretch Sullivan over her knees.
CAVERNARIA
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Lucia Reina is ecstatic and clapping down at ringside, that move is a signature of the La Sombra family and she knows that was a shout out to her, “You got this! Make her tap!” Hazeema leeeaanns back till her head touches the canvas, bending that moaning and spasming Stephanie harder over her joints, she shouts back “Working on it!” The FAWNatics at ringside love seeing The Northern Coalition manager turn the tide in the match, but mostly they like the way the submission pushes Stephanie’s fluttering, full chest for all to see. In the throes of pain, the vixen flails her arms wildly trying to get her claws into Hazeema’s face but the fugly farmgirl’s out of reach. Common sense told her it was impossible but the agony she was feeling told Stephanie if she didn’t escape soon, McMurray’s knees would tear through her back and out her belly like a xenomorph (yes, she saw those movies. She’s a full person).
The fear of being perforated brings inspiration. Sullivan brings her beautifully manicured nails to Hazeema’s laced-together hands around her chin and rakes them like she’s tilling soil. The Canadian grits her teeth through the first few scratches but when Steph starts breaking skin so Hazeema undoes the hold, letting Stephanie flop forward onto her front with tears brimming in her eyes and massaging her back. McMurray shakes her hands out wincing, she knee walks over to her corner where Lucia tends to Hazeema’s hands, applying some liquid bandage to the cuts. The living legacy grumbles as she does her corner girl duty, “Look at what she did. She’s lucky we’re neighbourly.” Hazeema hisses as her friend applies the solution and jokes “Will I ever play the piano again?” Sombra chuckles, but picking up on the sudden cries of the crowd warns “Look out behind yo-”
“Aaiee!”
Stephanie sneaks up behind the recuperating DM&M nearly yanks Hazeema’s pigtails out of her scalp, Pulling the Pakistani-Canadian onto her plush ass. Stephanie gets her right arm under Haze’s chin to secure a Dragon Sleeper and raises the back bowed girl in the uncomfortable position. Sullivan raises her left arm and crooks it into a V, “You’re lucky this isn’t the penthouse. I’d have you tied up in bedsheets and begging before the bell finished ringing.”
Sullivan clubs her forearm over and over and over on Hazeema’s chest, creating several gifs of the Dungeon Master’s juggs wobbling like they’re in a very focused earthquake. The Vixen works in a few kneelifts to McMurray's butt and small of her back, “You like that!? Huh!?” she pounds the Canuck’s chest with thudding blows, alternating between each breast. “Aren’t you happy you stepped up to me? Are youuaAHH!!”
Hazeema manages to bend back the fingers of the arm around her neck and wriggle out of the Dragon Sleeper. Stunning the catfighter with a back elbow to the cheek, Hazeema takes Sullivan to ground with a leg sweep and grabs her wrist. Lying on Stephanie’s back to keep her in place, Hazeema asks, “Do you know what my favourite kind of tea is?” before lassoing Stephanie’s head with her arm and rearing back, turning Steph’s face red with anger and lack of oxygen.
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Stephanie is being suffocated by her arm. She tries everything she possibly can to try to break free but Hazeema just clamps the hold on tighter than before. In a last-minute desperate struggle, she’s able to move her body across the coarse mat like she’s crossing the Sahara, and manages to get her foot on the ropes. The zebra quickly comes in between them and calls for a rope break. Hazeema gives the clean break and retreats a few feet to catch her breath while Stephanie coughs for a bit. The penthouse pugilist reaches for her neck trying her best to soothe all of the pain. Stephanie slowly uses the ropes to pull herself back up and that’s when Hazeema goes for the assault.
She wraps her arms around Stephanie sizing up for another German Suplex but ends up throwing herself on the floor as Stephanie holds onto the ropes tightly. The wind knocked out of her, Hazeema slowly tries to rise to her feet and Stephanie runs in delivering a big boot to the face sending her right back down to the ground.
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Stephanie smiles as she flicks her hair, taking in all of the jeers from the crowd. She grabs a pigtail of Hazeema and yanks her back up to her feet.
“You really thought you were going to submit me bytch?!”
With that Stephanie slaps the Canadian hard, the sheer bitchiness of that slap forcing her to back up towards the corner. But Stephanie’s not finished, grabbing her by the same pigtail she pulls her back towards the center of the ring.
“You know… You are actually a cute one… I am going to enjoy having my way with you after the bell rings…”
She pulls Hazeema in close and presses her lips against hers. The two are in what’s known in wrestling circles as a ‘liplock’ Stephanie makes sure to get her lipstick on Hazeema’s lips. She breaks the hold and the Canadian seems to be confused by the amorous urges she feeling out of nowhere. It’s not long before Stephanie kicks her as hard as she possibly can in the gut before dropping her to the mat with a DDT. Stephanie smirks making an unorthodox cover as she drops down placing her boobs in Hazeema’s face for a pin.
One…
Two…
Hazeema is able to get a shoulder up in time.
Growling sexily (as she does everything) Stephanie takes the Canadian by the base of each pigtail, the hairdo becoming a very pleasing way to bully the new meat, dragging Hazeema back to her feet and bows her over with a broadside kneelift. Sullivan yanks Hazeema’s head forward into a standing headscissors, putting the crush on the DM’s head while she sets up her next move. Stephanie raises her hands high and smacks them hard on McMurray’s butt cheeks. Digging her fingers in painfully, Steph rhetorically and threateningly asks “you want some more huh?” Ripping her tines away from Hazeema’s butt she loops them at the waist and pulls her prey into the stall position for a powerbomb. Hazeema comes alive and peppers one, two, three punches to the top of Sullivan’s head. The Apartment fighter’s knees start to wobble and she’s wandering backwards-
OOOHHHH!!
The crowd moans seeing Sullivan drop backwards nearly beheading the Canadian cutie with the top cable. Her eyes bug out and she grasps her throat, gurgling. Rolling on the mat, her wits are gone as she deals with her crushed throat. La Sombra jumps onto the apron and has one foot in the ring before the ref races to intercept, forgetting her position as second in her worry for her teammates' condition. Stephanie speedily walks over and drops a knee to the side of Hazeema’s face, pinning her to the mat painfully with all her weight behind the joint. Grinding it in she disdainfully says, “Give up and I won’t make you and your friend scream my name before I let you leave.”
Haz shoves the knee off her face with both hands and rolls onto all fours yelling,” Not on your life, city skank!” She fires a punch from this huddled position but Stephanie blocks it easily and gives her another harsh slap across the face in return. Rising Stephanie throws a leg over McMurray’s back and drops her hips to flatten the farmgirl for a Camel Clutch. Hazeema “Ooffs!” feeling Sullivan’s weight on her back but stays turtled, Stephanie rises again and kicks her legs out for another butt bomb- ‘Wahhh!” Timing for Sullivan’s jump The DM&M backrolls between the catfigther’s legs letting Stephanie’s tailbone thud against the covered plywood. Stephanie scrunches up her face and balls her fists in pain, then lurches forward when Hazeema pastes her in the back of the head with a forearm shiver. Hazeema quickly arranges the American straight on her front before hopping into a straddle at the base of Stephanie’s spine. Haz takes each arm of the vixen and traps it over a shapely thigh before pulling her up painfully by the chin with laced hands. “You’re getting a wrestling lesson tonight, rude girl!”
Sullivan kicks and squirms but can’t get the Dungeon Master to shake loose “Get off of me you stupidgrrrr!”
Stephanie yells back as she grimaces in pain. For all of her yelling Hazeema just cranks the chin of Stephanie harder, the Detroit native offers a howling scream in return.
“I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF OF ME!!!!!!!!!”
Stephanie uses all of the strength in her body to try to twist and turn in hopes of moving Hazeema off of her. In a last-ditch effort, Stephanie offers a burst of movement and it is enough to throw a surprised Hazeema off of her. Stephanie breathes heavily trying her best to catch her breath. The Canuck is on the prowl though, quickly somersaulting backward onto hands and feet, she quickly tries her best to jump back on. A windmilling open hand chop to Stephanie’s back makes the catfighter seize up on her knees and cry out. Years of horseback riding give Hazeema the skills to get back in the saddle on a bucking Sullivan. A little pettiness comes out of the Canuck with a big slap to the top of Sullivan’s cleavage “Aiee!” Steph crosses her arms in front of her bounty for protection making them easy picking for Hazeema to retake. She throws Stephanie’s right wing over a thigh and chides her opponent as she reaches for the left “A little respect and courtesy go a long way StephaAA!”
The fear of further spine punishment gives the Detroiter the energy and inspiration to slip back through Hazeema’s legs and show off her underrated technical skills. Yanking on an ankle to crack Hazeema’s chin on the plywood. Keeping the battle of the clutches going, Sullivan swings into a seat on her new pony’s back, facing the Canadian’s ankle boots. Lifting a foot Steph traps it under her armpit and vines her arm under a calf. Stephanie threatens the High Caster who claws at the mat while the American tries to pull her leg out of its socket. “The only respect I’ll give you is letting Coalition bytches take your clothes with you after I’m done rocking your worlds!”
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Not only does Stephanie try to do everything in her power to pull the leg from its socket but she goes back even further. The FAWNatics sound off with a loud moan watching their fellow American forcing the back of Hazeema’s heel to touch the back of her head. The Canuck screams out loudly as Stephanie chuckles in return.
“Where is your dice roll now?! You think a dice could save you now?! Sorry but those saving rolls are officially denied!”
Stephanie decides to turn around and converts the hold into an STF. She yanks further on that same leg with her own and begins to cup her arms underneath Hazeema’s chin. She cups it as far back as she possibly can.
“Do you give up yet?! How’s it feel to be dominated by a superior technician?!”
Hazeema is frustrated as the zebra drops down to check her over.
“Do you want to submit Hazeema?!”
Through a lot of grimacing pain, the Canuck shakes her head refusing to give in.
“No… I will never give into you!”
Stephanie offers a chuckle as she breaks one hand away while lowering the other to continue cupping Hazeema’s neck. She reaches back and slides it down the Canuck’s wrestling attire. She grabs a hold of her sex and begins to claw it while working the STF. Hazeema screams louder than before.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!”
Stephanie chuckles as she continues clawing, she does everything in her power to inflict as much pain as possible. Stephanie lets go of the chin and moves her hand to Hazeema’s breast and begins to claw. She transitions into fingering with her other hand. Showing the Canuck pain and pleasure. ”GAAAHHHH!!HAAAA!” Hazeema breathes in deep throughout her screaming trying to control her levels of contrasting sensations. The official’s on one knee asking if The DM&M had enough and is completely ignored. Not that Hazeema’s trying to be impolite, she doesn’t trust herself not to give in. Sullivan gets a squeal out of her curvy foe with a swirl of her pinky and ring finger. She whispers to Hazeema, “Give up,” her breath hot on the Canuck’s ear, “You don’t want me to dial it up to eleven, you’re at three right now.”
McMurray bites her lip so hard she nearly breaks the skin, “Y-you’re bluffaAH!-AH!-AH!!” The farmgirl’s defiant response is twisted into shocked moans when Steph plays her like a concert pianist. Trembling now, Hazeema places her palms on the canvas and pushes off with a lunge, getting just enough distance to grab the bottom rope with two fingers, she shrieks “BREAK!”
Frustrated, Stephanie’s fingers are blur trying to torture a submission from the DnD player in the five seconds allotted. Hazeema bucks like an electrified horse but grips the cable like a lifeline. Sullivan lets go of Hazeema’s sex and gives her a sharp spank on the ass, “You’re about to have you’re first old school moment.”
Hazeema’s body is jerking from denied pleasure even as her head turns to rebut, “W-we’ll see about that you-” A pair of strong arms pull Hazeema under the bottom rope safely onto the floor. La Sombra had travelled to the other side of the ring unnoticed during the frenzied foreplay, Sombra hugs Hazeema close as he carries her closer to the guardrail, explaining to her surprised friend, “Corner woman decision. You need some time to cool down.” Hazeema agreed with that call but found that difficult to achieve with her friend’s firm breasts pressing against her own. “G-good call, budd-”
KLANG!
“OOOHHH!!”
“AAAAHHHH!!!”
La Sombra spied Sullivan racing across the ring for another Suicide dive, waiting till the last moment she grips McMurray closer and spun out of the way letting the catfighter crash like a comet into the guardrail! Fans erupt! A few people are knocked out of their seats when the metal divider skids into them but they don’t seem to mind one bit. Sullivan lands hard, holding her neck and shoulder screaming into the void. FAWNatics are on their feet yelling “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Stephanie is grimacing in pain on the mat as the zebra starts up his count.
One…
Two…
Hazeema grabs a hold of Stephanie and rolls her into the ring. Stephanie struggles as she tries to make it to her feet. Hazeema slides into the ring and burpee’s up just behind a stooped Stephanie, the Pakistani-Canadian quickly back peddles into the coils to shoot ahead and palm the back of Sullivan’s head and leaps with legs out. Still rubbing her aching shoulder Steph’s face drops in surprise when she feels her body jerking forward. Thunk! The Apartment wrestler’s visage connects with the ring floor in a cringe-inducing Running Bulldog. Hazeema lands semi comfortably on her artfully padded behind, while Sullivan nearly flips onto her back before gravity pulls the American’s legs back down so she splats onto her front. Hazeema spins on a hip and scampers over to her prone competition, she shoves Stephanie faceup to pin the dazed catfighter with a backpress. The zebra slaps “One! Two! Thre-!”
“Aieh!!”
McMurray squeaks in pain, feeling a ponytail nearly yanked out of her scalp, Sullivan using the pain and change in leverage to wriggle free of the pin. Sullivan rolls a few revolutions away and starts to clamber up. One benefit from a header to the ring floor is the pain her shoulder is momentarily numbed while Sullivan’s brain resets. McMurray hisses in discomfort massaging the base of her hairdo and powers from her knees to stand. Both ladies are on their feet now, covered in a thin sheen of precipitation that glistens under the hot house lights. The DM&M goes for a headlock takedown and- Pow! gets socked in the kisser with a big left hook from Sullivan. The Canadian whirls away seeing stars and stepping on fence posts while the referee admonishes Sullivan for the closed fist. The Deitroiter completely ignores the official and sets her plant foot plant for a match-ending Superkick. Stephanie growls as her boot fires forward, “Get ready for a hockey smile!”
CRACK![/!]
OOOHHH!
OOOOOHHH!!!
The FAWNatics groan when Boot leather bangs into chin, but it’s Sullivan seeing stars! McMurray ducks under the kick escaping to Stephanie’s six. The American twists to face her and Hazeema flashes a Superkick of her own that strikes true! Credit to Stephanie Sullivan, she stands tall on shaky legs refusing to drop. Perhaps on autopilot, Stephanie reaches with both hands to grab her foe but Hazeema doubles her over with a front kick to the gut. The furious farmgirl ferociously roars, running to the ropes at her back and recoils forward to take Stephanie in a headscissors. With the elasticity of steel cables giving her momentum, Hazeema slaps her belly on Stephanie’s back, secures a tight waistlock and launches them into a tandem flip that electrifies the crowd then has them screaming when Stephanie’s planted in the ring with a sick Piledriver!
CANADIAN DESTROYER
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When cranium meets canvas Sullivan shudders like an electric shock passed through her spine, she pops out from between Hazeema’s splayed legs into a seat on her haunches. Arms limp, eyes glazed and mouth slightly open. Hazeema swiftly goes into a kneel and reaches for the back of Stephanie’s head. The Canadian could have pinned her by this point but Stephanie made the mistake of getting Hazeema’s dander up! The High Caster whispers trying to sound threatening but comes off flirtatious, “Remember what I said about teaching you courtesy and respect?” Stephanie lets out a piteous moan as she’s pulled into the endless warm cavern of Canadian cleavage, “Guess what those are nicknames for?”
Kneeling Front Sleeper, Hazeema McMurray to Stephanie Sullivan.
Animal instinct and a veteran’s experience gave Sullivan one last shot of adrenaline to free herself from the sweaty, smothering, pine-scented hell she finds herself in. She peppers slaps, punches and scratches along the sides of Hazeema’s body, but the last series of heavy blows to the head have drained the strength from Sullivan’s limbs. A futile flailing before the end unless Sullivan can pull a Hail Mary. Knowing the catfighter’s skills first hand Hazeema thinks better safe than sorry and pushes Stephanie’s face deeper into her bosom till Hazeema feels the Yank’s nose flatten against her sternum.
Backstage with her feet propped up on her gym bag and drinking bottled water, Rue Ann Mackenna stares at a monitor open-mouthed in shock and mild anger. "What the hell? she never used that on me!" Despite the intense physicality of her two matches with the rookie from the Northern Coalition, the two maintained a surprising friendship, with an obvious undercurrent of lust from Rue Ann’s side (and a little from McMurray). Mackenna’s been hesitant to risk their relationship with a third match, but the thought of Hazeema’s large breasts moulding around her face…
Rue bites her lip unable to stop a groan of anticipation, “Nnnf... Never too late."
Back inside the ring, Hazeema steps up her smother by grabbing her elbows to really put the squueeeze on Stephanie’s head. The trapped Minx’s moan reverberates pleasingly throughout McMurray’s bosom and her hands fall to the mat curled and twitching. The Canuck lets out a breath through her nose satisfied, and rolls her shoulders to give Stephanie’s face a little scrub-a-dub. “Better check her ref, she’s out like a drunk on Canada Day.”
The referee had been monitoring dutifully and took Sullivan’s wrist as soon as he saw her go still. He raises Sullivan’s wrist and lets it drop, the thousands-strong crowd counting each smack of the wrist on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The ref makes a motion for the bell.
DING! DING!
The announcer describes into his microphone what’s apparent to the cheering crowd and two ecstatic happy Canadians, “Your winner of this match by knockout, Hazeema McMurray!!”
Hazeema shoves Stephanie free from her pillowy bosom as soon as the announcer makes it official. The catfighter lies on her back legs folded under her with arms listless and twitching at her sides, Stephanie’s face is red and gasping from lack of oxygen, her face greasy and shiny from Hazeema’s tit sweat being rubbed with enthusiasm into her skin. Stephanie Sullivan is defeated. The Victress of the match gets her hand raised in the middle of the ring by the official, a photo taken for Gladiatrix captures the moment, Hazeema’s bright smile steals the gaze of every subscriber when the issue is released. Sombra nearly knocks her over when she takes the faction’s manager in a big hug from behind, her client and friend squealing, “You did it! You did it!” Wrapped in a hug the two bounce in happiness like they did on so many playdates as children, this is Hazeema’s first win on a Pay Per View!
Sadly, the celebration is cut short.
A rapid punch to the back of La Sombra’s head smacks her noggin into Hazeema’s! The Canucks see stars and collapse awkwardly to the canvas. Hazeema is squished between the canvas and the firm curves of the luscious luchadora and their coconuts thunk together a second time. Sombra rolls off her friend onto her tummy and holds her head groaning, Hazeema mirrors her actions on her back rocking side to side. Standing hunched over their writhing bodies with a hand on her knee to steady herself is the enraged Stephanie Sullivan. Suffering from post-jugg-shock she sways a bit as she spits down at the ‘winner’ of the match, “You thought you’d get away with sticking those misshapen silicone sacks in my face! And you!”
Stephanie drops her knee on La Sombra’s calf getting a hard shudder from the corner girl and grinds the joint in keeping the Mexi-Canadian pinned, raising a bent arm high Stephanie hammers forearm after forearm to the small of La Sombra’s back yelling like a madwoman, “You interred in my match! You cheated!” Stephanie gives Sombra a harsh double palm smack to the ass before taking her jeans by the waistband. Pulling as she gets back on her feet Sullivan violently yanks on the luchadora’s pants, the luchadora entered the arena without her face paint and now she’s going to leave it without clothes. Sullivan rips at the jeans like she’s stealing copper wire but they cling to Sombra’s legs like a second skin. Sombra claws and kicks wildly to get free but she has no leverage facing away from her attacker on all fours, Lucia’s toned stomach smacks against the coarse canvas with each wrench on her jeans.
Stephanie’s growing more and more frustrated trying to free this nosey bytch of her off-brand Wranglers, but she’s encouraged by the sight of Lucia’s half-bared tanned buns beginning to peek over the waistband. The relentless assault on her tight jeans also dragged down Lucia’s purple lace boyshort underwear. Stephanie laughs, pecking little kicks into La Sombra’s side while she tries for the full moon.
“HAHA! You cheap tramp were you planning to work the corner afterUrkk!”
McMurray rams into Stephanie like an angry bull! Jamming an elbow strike to the side of the Minx’s neck as she bodies her to the mat. Hazeema’s a pretty amiable woman, but if you mess with her girls you better watch out! With a rare expression of fury, Hazeema bullies Steph onto her side and pumps one, two, three digging knees into her navel. Hazeema switches from pulverizing paunch to ripping Stephanie's black and white pants off her body, the Canadian yelling “I’ve had enough of your Tomfuckery!” A few jerking heaves unveil Sullivan’s white Victoria's Secret bottoms and her long tan legs before the material catches on her boots. McMurray buries a foot in U.S belly as an anchor and with several harsh movements she rrriippps the bottoms of her conquered foe. At this moment, Sullivan‘s nursing a bruising throat, the woman who defeated her moments earlier is pressing an ankle boot with all Hazeema’s weight behind it into her abused and softening midsection, a constant stream of camera flashes from the crowd to immortalize the catfighter’s slightly askew panties… Stephanie begins to regret attacking them after the bell.
Throwing the purloined and now damaged ring gear aimlessly to the side, Hazeema forces a red-faced and half-naked Sullivan up into a standing headscissors. Inadvertently pointing the American’s firm tush to the hard cam broadcasting across the FAWNtron screen, Stephanie’s underwear had dug itself in deep during their thrashings and her right butt cheek was free and clear of the white lace. McMurray secures a Double Underhook and barks, “This stops when you apologize!” The furious farmgirl drops to her back, rolling Stephanie forward buns to skylights in a matchbook, now positioned on top of her attacker but no better for it, Stephanie’s long brown hair waterfalls down from Hazeema’s pelvis to the mat. The Northern Coalition’s Manager presses her boots to the inside of Sullivan’s calves and spreads the agonized American’s legs to a near tendon tearing diameter.
FOR SHAME!
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“AIIIIEEE!! AHHH! AIIESTOPSTOPSTOP!!!” Stephanie Sullivan shrieks and screams to the high heavens but that’s not enough to satisfy The DM&M from her hamstring harassment. The curvaceous combatant Hazeema repeats her demand through gritted teeth, drawing Stephanie’s legs in only to spread them wider on each beat, “Say! You’re! Sorry!”
The Minx turned pussycat squeals at a higher and higher pitch with each flex. Even with eyes watering Stephanie remains obstinate in defeat. “NoooYouhickbitch! Never!”
Haz huffs a breath through her nose frustrated, beads of sweat fly off her proboscis and land in her cleavage. Stephanie can’t see it, but this move takes a lot out of the user and Hazeema wrestled a full match already, she can’t keep it up much longer.
As if answering her dark prayers, an unseen La Sombra coldly says, “Let me help…”
Adjusting her rumpled clothes and smoothing out her hair, La Sombra strides with hands on hips over to look down at Stephanie in the fearful eyes. Meeting the upside-down catfighter with a stone expression, Sombra’s right arm flashes out like a snake biting its prey and digs in a crotch claw!
Sullivan’s howl of shock is drowned out by the FAWNatics’ appreciation for this innovative and devastating combo. Sombra works that claw like she’s digging for oil, churning and pumping for all she worth. The Canadian luchadora uses her free hand to clap! Thwack! And smack! at Sullivan’s quivering and pinking backside and thighs.
Stephanie lets out a howling scream as she begins to beg at this point. “ PLEASE STOP…. MAKE IT STOP… I AM SO SORRY!!!!!” The voluptuous brunette howls as the digging gets to her. She doesn’t like this predicament and realizes she can’t do anything about it. La Sombra slows her dancing digits to a steady but effective pace as she makes eye contact with McMurray, who nods in affirmative and winks. Enough’s enough, but leave her with a reminder.
Lucia winks back and speaks nonchalantly,” Okay. You’re forgiven.” And slowly pulls her fingers out of the now moist tunnel, but in the process, Stephanie lets out a piercing howl that can be heard throughout the arena. Perhaps it was a little late.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Hazeema feels Stephanie shudder against her and for the first time that night she doesn’t feel animosity, in a different setting this would be quite pleasant. Hazeema unhooks her legs from the ragdoll-like woman and lets Stephanie tumble down into a heap by her legs. Taking an offered hand from Sombra, now the twice victorious Canuck does a quick check for any ‘drippings’ and asks her friend, “Think I should do the whole ‘Pose on top of the loser’ bit?” La Sombra turns to look at the heaving, glassy-eyed catighter, still shuddering from post-orgasm, “I think we’ve done enough, head to the back for a Puppers?”
Hazeema grins, “10-4 good buddy.”
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Meglovania from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty witch heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray along with her teammate and corner girl for the night, La Sombra.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN’s most neighbourly and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her third PPV match for the top promotion. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each breast to the back where it’s made of a breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
-RING GEAR-
Mirroring Hazeema’s pre-match ritual in an alternate path is La Sombra (Lucia Reina to her friends). Throwing fist after fist in the air, begging the crowd to sing McMurray’s praises. Not scheduled for a match and not wanting to steal her friend’s thunder, Sombra forgoes her usual Dia de Los Muertos makeup and lets her stunning face shine naturally, and switches out her ring togs for some painted-on black jeans with a pink camisole.
LA SOMBRA
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M and the daughter of shadows zig-zag across the ramp slapping the hands of eager (and drooling) fans. Stephanie Sullivan and the Canadians have avoided each other’s path since Sullivan defeated Sombra and humiliated them both in the faction’s earliest days at Thrills, Chills, and Spills 2020. Now over a year later they finally have a chance to even the score. Hazeema hugs her friend and speaks confidently, “It’s about time we had that rematch, it’s gonna go different this time, I promise!”
La Sombra kisses her on the cheek and smiles, she has total faith in N.C.’s manager, “You got this. I’ll be here in case she tries anything, go get her!” Hazeema nods emphatically and breaks the hug to slide into the ring. She raises one more fist to the camera before going to the corner for the official’s check over.
Stephanie Sullivan
It isn’t long before jeers start filling the arena as the loud sounds of Scandalous by Misteeq begin to blast across the speakers. As soon as it does, we are treated to Stephanie Sullivan emerging from the backstage curtain. She smiles clad in a pair of white and black tights, matching black and white boots, and a white top that is barely being held by a simple knot. The busty brunette makes her way down the ring, a dalmatian patterned robe flowing with each step as the crowd continues to boo her on, however, some give her catcalls. She finally makes it to the ring and she stops short as she slowly walks up the steps and keeps her eyes lock on La Sombra who is standing outside of the ring by McMurray’s corner post.
“Miss me?! I know I enjoyed knocking you out…” She blows a wicked kiss to La Sombra before she slowly enters the ring. “However, I think I am going to have my way with you tonight… Little miss DnD…”
Stephanie stands at the apron as she takes her robe off. She thrusts her chest outwards before she finally enters the ring. The crowd is just booing as the voluptuous beauty takes her stand in the middle of the ring. She glances over at Hazeema smirking.
“You ready to get smothered out tonight?! I figure you probably will have drool running down my breasts by the time I am done and afterwards, I’ll have two fingers for you, and I know where I plan to put them…”
Hazeema gets a little red-faced and squeaks back, pointing an accusing finger, “You keep your hands to yourself! I’m going to teach you some manners!” Stephanie laughs off the ‘threat’ from the Canadian and lets herself be guided to a corner for the prematch check. Both women speedily jog out their corners and stalk the perimeter of the ring before rushing forward into an Elbow and Colla- “Ooof!”
Hazeema’s face meets the ring floor painfully and suddenly. Stephanie dropped and toppled the manager with a Toehold before their arms could brush against each other in the lock-up. Hazeema starts to push off the mat and Sullivan forces her back down with a Hip Drop, Now straddling the curvy Canuck she starts bombing forearms to the back of Hazeema’s head, neck and shoulders. The esteemed penthouse fighter taunts McMurray as she piles on hits, “When do the lessons start, huh!?” Hazeema turtles as best she can, weathering the storm and trying to squirm out of this predicament. Sick of the referee’s toothless threats Stephanie stops her barrage and forces Hazeema to stand with a double-handed yank of a pigtail. Dropping to knee Steph sends the DM&M sprinting across the ring with an Irish Whip, Hazeema turns in time but her back jars the buckles with a “Thauwmp!” shaking the ring ropes and her skeleton. The wrasslin role-player wobbles forward cringing with a hand at her back.
Stephanie follows up sprinting towards Hazeema and sends the Canuck over the top rope and to the outside of the ring with a hellacious clothesline. Hazeema lands on the outside of the ring with a splat and a groan, Stephanie doesn’t waste this opportunity to run towards the turnbuckles. She bounces off of them and when she runs back, she dives through the ropes landing right on top of Hazeema who is struggling to get back up.
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Stephanie smirks as she stands on a vertical base. She yanks Hazeema back up by the pigtails and throws her under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Stephanie taunts a fuming Sombra before sliding into the ring.
Stephanie smirks as Hazeema struggles to get to her feet. She slaps her hard in the face before yanking her back up. She tucks the canuck underneath an arm and tries to lift her for a Suplex but Hazeema manages to land on the opposite side of Stephanie. She doesn’t waste any time wrapping her arms around Stephanie’s waist and slings her backwards with a German Suplex. Stephanie lands right on her noggin as she reaches for her head in pain, McMurray dusts herself off and slowly makes it to her feet.
McMurray self admonishes as she collects herself, “Head in the game girl, that first period sucked…” and lunges at a rising Stephanie, knocking her flat with a clothesline then leaping up for jumping senton across the brunette’s belly. Steph’s vision is still a little spotty from the Suplex but gets real clear when she feels Hazeema’s compacted weight lands like a boulder onto her midsection. Leaning back against the deflated catfighter Hazeema works her right arm around Sullivan’s corresponding leg and hooks it deep for a quick pinfall.
One… TwoKickout!!
Sullivan shoves the Canadian off of her into a seat then massages her recently concave abs, moaning, “54Kg my ass, you weigh a tonne!”
Hazeema straightens at this slight, and feels shame for feeling slighted at such a juvenile insult “S-shut up!” The Dungeon Master corrals Stephanie in a front facelock and gets them to their feet, grabbing a fistful of black and white tights Haze points Sullivan’s boots to high noon, Stephanie feels the disorientation that comes with all your blood rushing to your head as Hazeema keeps her in the air like a caught fish. The FAWNatics are quick to catch on and count the seconds. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven Eight! Nine! Ten!
Through seconds eight and nine Hazeema steps closer to the ropes, at ten she lets Stephanie down but not the way expected. Keeping the holds intact Hazeema bends forward till Sullivan’s ankles catch the top cable, with the rebound as a boost the cripplin’ Canuck splatters Stephanie against the mat with a rope-assisted snap Suplex, emphasis on the snap!
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX
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La Sombra applauds her friend from the outside as Hazeema covers Stephanie, “The Strength training with Olunike is paying off!”
Strength alone won’t put Stephanie down given she kicks out again at two, piefacing McMurray as she does. McMurray moves the hand out of her face and she rises to her feet. She can’t believe that Stephanie has so much fight within her. Haz helps Stephanie up to her feet with a grip of an arm but Sullivan quickly throws a punch into nerdgirl gut. Hazeema doubles over in pain and Stephanie tucks Hazeema underneath an arm before planting her right into the mat with a Snap DDT. Stephanie grins, bending down and lifting Hazeema’s head by the chin. “Guess what… I think I am going to start working on your breasts now… I will use a dice roll to see what type of effect it will have…”
The crowd boos as Stephanie turns the Canuck over and mounts herself on top of her. She moves Hazeema’s top aside as she locks her fingers tightly around both nubs. “Oh, would you look at that… NAT20!!!!”
Stephanie has an evil grin as she twists as hard as she can. Hazeema lets out a howling scream that can be heard all across the arena. Stephanie doesn’t let up for anything as she continues to pull away as she looks over at the stripped-clad rule zebra.
“Hey she’s screaming loud over here, you might want to ask her if she quits!”
The referee does as he is told as he quickly rushes over to ask her but McMurray quickly shakes her head grimacing in pain.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. I DON’T QUIT!!!!!!!”
The crowd offers a mixed reaction as some want to see more of the woman’s body while others want to see her make a comeback. Stephanie, however, stops twisting and forms some fists, she begins to punch Hazeema as hard as she can right against the sides of her breasts over and over again fully ignoring the official’s pleas to stop using closed fists.
“I can do this all day, nerd!”
Hazeema bites her lip and whistles like a steaming tea kettle instead of screaming. Hearing the steady ‘Bump-Bump-Bump’ of Lucia ‘La Sombra’ Reina slamming her hands against the ring apron in support, Hazeema pushes the pain to the back of her mind and bucks hard enough to get a hand free. Fighting rudeness with rudeness, Hazeema takes Stephanie’s left ear in a steel grip and twists it like she means to tear it off! The catfighter shrieks like a banshee “Ref! Ref! Ref!!” The official warns them both to disengage or risk a double disqualification “One! Two! Three! Four!” The brown-skinned beauties release their holds and hurriedly back away from each other, massaging their various hurts.
Sullivan massages her ear and screams at her uncultured opponent, “Were you raised in a barn, you damned animal!?” She marches toward Hazeema who sets off to meet her, not backing down from the career heel, “Look who’s talking, you’re the one going under my top!”
“And by the end of the match I will take that outfit and it will be mine, so you can’t claim ownership of it!”
Hazeema did not think it was possible she could dislike this person any more than after the debacle of a match at TCS 2020 but the penthouse fighter proved her wrong, “What the hell are you?-” The High Caster cuts herself off seeing Sullivan rear back for another bytch slap, Haze grabs Sullivan’s wrist before contact and spins under it for an arm wringer. Steph grimaces and slaps at her shoulder to negate the pain, she’s about to adjust her footing for an escape when McMurray kicks the back of her knees forcing the vixen to the canvas. Quickly moving to Stephanie’s six, McMurray laces her fingers under the heel’s chin while pressing her knees to Stephanie’s back.
Hazeema pulls Stephanie’s chin back at a hurtful angle so they can be eye to eye when she growls, “Here’s where the lessons start.” And falls back to the canvas to stretch Sullivan over her knees.
CAVERNARIA
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Lucia Reina is ecstatic and clapping down at ringside, that move is a signature of the La Sombra family and she knows that was a shout out to her, “You got this! Make her tap!” Hazeema leeeaanns back till her head touches the canvas, bending that moaning and spasming Stephanie harder over her joints, she shouts back “Working on it!” The FAWNatics at ringside love seeing The Northern Coalition manager turn the tide in the match, but mostly they like the way the submission pushes Stephanie’s fluttering, full chest for all to see. In the throes of pain, the vixen flails her arms wildly trying to get her claws into Hazeema’s face but the fugly farmgirl’s out of reach. Common sense told her it was impossible but the agony she was feeling told Stephanie if she didn’t escape soon, McMurray’s knees would tear through her back and out her belly like a xenomorph (yes, she saw those movies. She’s a full person).
The fear of being perforated brings inspiration. Sullivan brings her beautifully manicured nails to Hazeema’s laced-together hands around her chin and rakes them like she’s tilling soil. The Canadian grits her teeth through the first few scratches but when Steph starts breaking skin so Hazeema undoes the hold, letting Stephanie flop forward onto her front with tears brimming in her eyes and massaging her back. McMurray shakes her hands out wincing, she knee walks over to her corner where Lucia tends to Hazeema’s hands, applying some liquid bandage to the cuts. The living legacy grumbles as she does her corner girl duty, “Look at what she did. She’s lucky we’re neighbourly.” Hazeema hisses as her friend applies the solution and jokes “Will I ever play the piano again?” Sombra chuckles, but picking up on the sudden cries of the crowd warns “Look out behind yo-”
“Aaiee!”
Stephanie sneaks up behind the recuperating DM&M nearly yanks Hazeema’s pigtails out of her scalp, Pulling the Pakistani-Canadian onto her plush ass. Stephanie gets her right arm under Haze’s chin to secure a Dragon Sleeper and raises the back bowed girl in the uncomfortable position. Sullivan raises her left arm and crooks it into a V, “You’re lucky this isn’t the penthouse. I’d have you tied up in bedsheets and begging before the bell finished ringing.”
Sullivan clubs her forearm over and over and over on Hazeema’s chest, creating several gifs of the Dungeon Master’s juggs wobbling like they’re in a very focused earthquake. The Vixen works in a few kneelifts to McMurray's butt and small of her back, “You like that!? Huh!?” she pounds the Canuck’s chest with thudding blows, alternating between each breast. “Aren’t you happy you stepped up to me? Are youuaAHH!!”
Hazeema manages to bend back the fingers of the arm around her neck and wriggle out of the Dragon Sleeper. Stunning the catfighter with a back elbow to the cheek, Hazeema takes Sullivan to ground with a leg sweep and grabs her wrist. Lying on Stephanie’s back to keep her in place, Hazeema asks, “Do you know what my favourite kind of tea is?” before lassoing Stephanie’s head with her arm and rearing back, turning Steph’s face red with anger and lack of oxygen.
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Stephanie is being suffocated by her arm. She tries everything she possibly can to try to break free but Hazeema just clamps the hold on tighter than before. In a last-minute desperate struggle, she’s able to move her body across the coarse mat like she’s crossing the Sahara, and manages to get her foot on the ropes. The zebra quickly comes in between them and calls for a rope break. Hazeema gives the clean break and retreats a few feet to catch her breath while Stephanie coughs for a bit. The penthouse pugilist reaches for her neck trying her best to soothe all of the pain. Stephanie slowly uses the ropes to pull herself back up and that’s when Hazeema goes for the assault.
She wraps her arms around Stephanie sizing up for another German Suplex but ends up throwing herself on the floor as Stephanie holds onto the ropes tightly. The wind knocked out of her, Hazeema slowly tries to rise to her feet and Stephanie runs in delivering a big boot to the face sending her right back down to the ground.
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Stephanie smiles as she flicks her hair, taking in all of the jeers from the crowd. She grabs a pigtail of Hazeema and yanks her back up to her feet.
“You really thought you were going to submit me bytch?!”
With that Stephanie slaps the Canadian hard, the sheer bitchiness of that slap forcing her to back up towards the corner. But Stephanie’s not finished, grabbing her by the same pigtail she pulls her back towards the center of the ring.
“You know… You are actually a cute one… I am going to enjoy having my way with you after the bell rings…”
She pulls Hazeema in close and presses her lips against hers. The two are in what’s known in wrestling circles as a ‘liplock’ Stephanie makes sure to get her lipstick on Hazeema’s lips. She breaks the hold and the Canadian seems to be confused by the amorous urges she feeling out of nowhere. It’s not long before Stephanie kicks her as hard as she possibly can in the gut before dropping her to the mat with a DDT. Stephanie smirks making an unorthodox cover as she drops down placing her boobs in Hazeema’s face for a pin.
One…
Two…
Hazeema is able to get a shoulder up in time.
Growling sexily (as she does everything) Stephanie takes the Canadian by the base of each pigtail, the hairdo becoming a very pleasing way to bully the new meat, dragging Hazeema back to her feet and bows her over with a broadside kneelift. Sullivan yanks Hazeema’s head forward into a standing headscissors, putting the crush on the DM’s head while she sets up her next move. Stephanie raises her hands high and smacks them hard on McMurray’s butt cheeks. Digging her fingers in painfully, Steph rhetorically and threateningly asks “you want some more huh?” Ripping her tines away from Hazeema’s butt she loops them at the waist and pulls her prey into the stall position for a powerbomb. Hazeema comes alive and peppers one, two, three punches to the top of Sullivan’s head. The Apartment fighter’s knees start to wobble and she’s wandering backwards-
OOOHHHH!!
The crowd moans seeing Sullivan drop backwards nearly beheading the Canadian cutie with the top cable. Her eyes bug out and she grasps her throat, gurgling. Rolling on the mat, her wits are gone as she deals with her crushed throat. La Sombra jumps onto the apron and has one foot in the ring before the ref races to intercept, forgetting her position as second in her worry for her teammates' condition. Stephanie speedily walks over and drops a knee to the side of Hazeema’s face, pinning her to the mat painfully with all her weight behind the joint. Grinding it in she disdainfully says, “Give up and I won’t make you and your friend scream my name before I let you leave.”
Haz shoves the knee off her face with both hands and rolls onto all fours yelling,” Not on your life, city skank!” She fires a punch from this huddled position but Stephanie blocks it easily and gives her another harsh slap across the face in return. Rising Stephanie throws a leg over McMurray’s back and drops her hips to flatten the farmgirl for a Camel Clutch. Hazeema “Ooffs!” feeling Sullivan’s weight on her back but stays turtled, Stephanie rises again and kicks her legs out for another butt bomb- ‘Wahhh!” Timing for Sullivan’s jump The DM&M backrolls between the catfigther’s legs letting Stephanie’s tailbone thud against the covered plywood. Stephanie scrunches up her face and balls her fists in pain, then lurches forward when Hazeema pastes her in the back of the head with a forearm shiver. Hazeema quickly arranges the American straight on her front before hopping into a straddle at the base of Stephanie’s spine. Haz takes each arm of the vixen and traps it over a shapely thigh before pulling her up painfully by the chin with laced hands. “You’re getting a wrestling lesson tonight, rude girl!”
Sullivan kicks and squirms but can’t get the Dungeon Master to shake loose “Get off of me you stupidgrrrr!”
Stephanie yells back as she grimaces in pain. For all of her yelling Hazeema just cranks the chin of Stephanie harder, the Detroit native offers a howling scream in return.
“I TOLD YOU TO GET OFF OF ME!!!!!!!!!”
Stephanie uses all of the strength in her body to try to twist and turn in hopes of moving Hazeema off of her. In a last-ditch effort, Stephanie offers a burst of movement and it is enough to throw a surprised Hazeema off of her. Stephanie breathes heavily trying her best to catch her breath. The Canuck is on the prowl though, quickly somersaulting backward onto hands and feet, she quickly tries her best to jump back on. A windmilling open hand chop to Stephanie’s back makes the catfighter seize up on her knees and cry out. Years of horseback riding give Hazeema the skills to get back in the saddle on a bucking Sullivan. A little pettiness comes out of the Canuck with a big slap to the top of Sullivan’s cleavage “Aiee!” Steph crosses her arms in front of her bounty for protection making them easy picking for Hazeema to retake. She throws Stephanie’s right wing over a thigh and chides her opponent as she reaches for the left “A little respect and courtesy go a long way StephaAA!”
The fear of further spine punishment gives the Detroiter the energy and inspiration to slip back through Hazeema’s legs and show off her underrated technical skills. Yanking on an ankle to crack Hazeema’s chin on the plywood. Keeping the battle of the clutches going, Sullivan swings into a seat on her new pony’s back, facing the Canadian’s ankle boots. Lifting a foot Steph traps it under her armpit and vines her arm under a calf. Stephanie threatens the High Caster who claws at the mat while the American tries to pull her leg out of its socket. “The only respect I’ll give you is letting Coalition bytches take your clothes with you after I’m done rocking your worlds!”
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Not only does Stephanie try to do everything in her power to pull the leg from its socket but she goes back even further. The FAWNatics sound off with a loud moan watching their fellow American forcing the back of Hazeema’s heel to touch the back of her head. The Canuck screams out loudly as Stephanie chuckles in return.
“Where is your dice roll now?! You think a dice could save you now?! Sorry but those saving rolls are officially denied!”
Stephanie decides to turn around and converts the hold into an STF. She yanks further on that same leg with her own and begins to cup her arms underneath Hazeema’s chin. She cups it as far back as she possibly can.
“Do you give up yet?! How’s it feel to be dominated by a superior technician?!”
Hazeema is frustrated as the zebra drops down to check her over.
“Do you want to submit Hazeema?!”
Through a lot of grimacing pain, the Canuck shakes her head refusing to give in.
“No… I will never give into you!”
Stephanie offers a chuckle as she breaks one hand away while lowering the other to continue cupping Hazeema’s neck. She reaches back and slides it down the Canuck’s wrestling attire. She grabs a hold of her sex and begins to claw it while working the STF. Hazeema screams louder than before.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!”
Stephanie chuckles as she continues clawing, she does everything in her power to inflict as much pain as possible. Stephanie lets go of the chin and moves her hand to Hazeema’s breast and begins to claw. She transitions into fingering with her other hand. Showing the Canuck pain and pleasure. ”GAAAHHHH!!HAAAA!” Hazeema breathes in deep throughout her screaming trying to control her levels of contrasting sensations. The official’s on one knee asking if The DM&M had enough and is completely ignored. Not that Hazeema’s trying to be impolite, she doesn’t trust herself not to give in. Sullivan gets a squeal out of her curvy foe with a swirl of her pinky and ring finger. She whispers to Hazeema, “Give up,” her breath hot on the Canuck’s ear, “You don’t want me to dial it up to eleven, you’re at three right now.”
McMurray bites her lip so hard she nearly breaks the skin, “Y-you’re bluffaAH!-AH!-AH!!” The farmgirl’s defiant response is twisted into shocked moans when Steph plays her like a concert pianist. Trembling now, Hazeema places her palms on the canvas and pushes off with a lunge, getting just enough distance to grab the bottom rope with two fingers, she shrieks “BREAK!”
Frustrated, Stephanie’s fingers are blur trying to torture a submission from the DnD player in the five seconds allotted. Hazeema bucks like an electrified horse but grips the cable like a lifeline. Sullivan lets go of Hazeema’s sex and gives her a sharp spank on the ass, “You’re about to have you’re first old school moment.”
Hazeema’s body is jerking from denied pleasure even as her head turns to rebut, “W-we’ll see about that you-” A pair of strong arms pull Hazeema under the bottom rope safely onto the floor. La Sombra had travelled to the other side of the ring unnoticed during the frenzied foreplay, Sombra hugs Hazeema close as he carries her closer to the guardrail, explaining to her surprised friend, “Corner woman decision. You need some time to cool down.” Hazeema agreed with that call but found that difficult to achieve with her friend’s firm breasts pressing against her own. “G-good call, budd-”
KLANG!
“OOOHHH!!”
“AAAAHHHH!!!”
La Sombra spied Sullivan racing across the ring for another Suicide dive, waiting till the last moment she grips McMurray closer and spun out of the way letting the catfighter crash like a comet into the guardrail! Fans erupt! A few people are knocked out of their seats when the metal divider skids into them but they don’t seem to mind one bit. Sullivan lands hard, holding her neck and shoulder screaming into the void. FAWNatics are on their feet yelling “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Stephanie is grimacing in pain on the mat as the zebra starts up his count.
One…
Two…
Hazeema grabs a hold of Stephanie and rolls her into the ring. Stephanie struggles as she tries to make it to her feet. Hazeema slides into the ring and burpee’s up just behind a stooped Stephanie, the Pakistani-Canadian quickly back peddles into the coils to shoot ahead and palm the back of Sullivan’s head and leaps with legs out. Still rubbing her aching shoulder Steph’s face drops in surprise when she feels her body jerking forward. Thunk! The Apartment wrestler’s visage connects with the ring floor in a cringe-inducing Running Bulldog. Hazeema lands semi comfortably on her artfully padded behind, while Sullivan nearly flips onto her back before gravity pulls the American’s legs back down so she splats onto her front. Hazeema spins on a hip and scampers over to her prone competition, she shoves Stephanie faceup to pin the dazed catfighter with a backpress. The zebra slaps “One! Two! Thre-!”
“Aieh!!”
McMurray squeaks in pain, feeling a ponytail nearly yanked out of her scalp, Sullivan using the pain and change in leverage to wriggle free of the pin. Sullivan rolls a few revolutions away and starts to clamber up. One benefit from a header to the ring floor is the pain her shoulder is momentarily numbed while Sullivan’s brain resets. McMurray hisses in discomfort massaging the base of her hairdo and powers from her knees to stand. Both ladies are on their feet now, covered in a thin sheen of precipitation that glistens under the hot house lights. The DM&M goes for a headlock takedown and- Pow! gets socked in the kisser with a big left hook from Sullivan. The Canadian whirls away seeing stars and stepping on fence posts while the referee admonishes Sullivan for the closed fist. The Deitroiter completely ignores the official and sets her plant foot plant for a match-ending Superkick. Stephanie growls as her boot fires forward, “Get ready for a hockey smile!”
CRACK![/!]
OOOHHH!
OOOOOHHH!!!
The FAWNatics groan when Boot leather bangs into chin, but it’s Sullivan seeing stars! McMurray ducks under the kick escaping to Stephanie’s six. The American twists to face her and Hazeema flashes a Superkick of her own that strikes true! Credit to Stephanie Sullivan, she stands tall on shaky legs refusing to drop. Perhaps on autopilot, Stephanie reaches with both hands to grab her foe but Hazeema doubles her over with a front kick to the gut. The furious farmgirl ferociously roars, running to the ropes at her back and recoils forward to take Stephanie in a headscissors. With the elasticity of steel cables giving her momentum, Hazeema slaps her belly on Stephanie’s back, secures a tight waistlock and launches them into a tandem flip that electrifies the crowd then has them screaming when Stephanie’s planted in the ring with a sick Piledriver!
CANADIAN DESTROYER
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When cranium meets canvas Sullivan shudders like an electric shock passed through her spine, she pops out from between Hazeema’s splayed legs into a seat on her haunches. Arms limp, eyes glazed and mouth slightly open. Hazeema swiftly goes into a kneel and reaches for the back of Stephanie’s head. The Canadian could have pinned her by this point but Stephanie made the mistake of getting Hazeema’s dander up! The High Caster whispers trying to sound threatening but comes off flirtatious, “Remember what I said about teaching you courtesy and respect?” Stephanie lets out a piteous moan as she’s pulled into the endless warm cavern of Canadian cleavage, “Guess what those are nicknames for?”
Kneeling Front Sleeper, Hazeema McMurray to Stephanie Sullivan.
Animal instinct and a veteran’s experience gave Sullivan one last shot of adrenaline to free herself from the sweaty, smothering, pine-scented hell she finds herself in. She peppers slaps, punches and scratches along the sides of Hazeema’s body, but the last series of heavy blows to the head have drained the strength from Sullivan’s limbs. A futile flailing before the end unless Sullivan can pull a Hail Mary. Knowing the catfighter’s skills first hand Hazeema thinks better safe than sorry and pushes Stephanie’s face deeper into her bosom till Hazeema feels the Yank’s nose flatten against her sternum.
Backstage with her feet propped up on her gym bag and drinking bottled water, Rue Ann Mackenna stares at a monitor open-mouthed in shock and mild anger. "What the hell? she never used that on me!" Despite the intense physicality of her two matches with the rookie from the Northern Coalition, the two maintained a surprising friendship, with an obvious undercurrent of lust from Rue Ann’s side (and a little from McMurray). Mackenna’s been hesitant to risk their relationship with a third match, but the thought of Hazeema’s large breasts moulding around her face…
Rue bites her lip unable to stop a groan of anticipation, “Nnnf... Never too late."
Back inside the ring, Hazeema steps up her smother by grabbing her elbows to really put the squueeeze on Stephanie’s head. The trapped Minx’s moan reverberates pleasingly throughout McMurray’s bosom and her hands fall to the mat curled and twitching. The Canuck lets out a breath through her nose satisfied, and rolls her shoulders to give Stephanie’s face a little scrub-a-dub. “Better check her ref, she’s out like a drunk on Canada Day.”
The referee had been monitoring dutifully and took Sullivan’s wrist as soon as he saw her go still. He raises Sullivan’s wrist and lets it drop, the thousands-strong crowd counting each smack of the wrist on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
The ref makes a motion for the bell.
DING! DING!
The announcer describes into his microphone what’s apparent to the cheering crowd and two ecstatic happy Canadians, “Your winner of this match by knockout, Hazeema McMurray!!”
Hazeema shoves Stephanie free from her pillowy bosom as soon as the announcer makes it official. The catfighter lies on her back legs folded under her with arms listless and twitching at her sides, Stephanie’s face is red and gasping from lack of oxygen, her face greasy and shiny from Hazeema’s tit sweat being rubbed with enthusiasm into her skin. Stephanie Sullivan is defeated. The Victress of the match gets her hand raised in the middle of the ring by the official, a photo taken for Gladiatrix captures the moment, Hazeema’s bright smile steals the gaze of every subscriber when the issue is released. Sombra nearly knocks her over when she takes the faction’s manager in a big hug from behind, her client and friend squealing, “You did it! You did it!” Wrapped in a hug the two bounce in happiness like they did on so many playdates as children, this is Hazeema’s first win on a Pay Per View!
Sadly, the celebration is cut short.
A rapid punch to the back of La Sombra’s head smacks her noggin into Hazeema’s! The Canucks see stars and collapse awkwardly to the canvas. Hazeema is squished between the canvas and the firm curves of the luscious luchadora and their coconuts thunk together a second time. Sombra rolls off her friend onto her tummy and holds her head groaning, Hazeema mirrors her actions on her back rocking side to side. Standing hunched over their writhing bodies with a hand on her knee to steady herself is the enraged Stephanie Sullivan. Suffering from post-jugg-shock she sways a bit as she spits down at the ‘winner’ of the match, “You thought you’d get away with sticking those misshapen silicone sacks in my face! And you!”
Stephanie drops her knee on La Sombra’s calf getting a hard shudder from the corner girl and grinds the joint in keeping the Mexi-Canadian pinned, raising a bent arm high Stephanie hammers forearm after forearm to the small of La Sombra’s back yelling like a madwoman, “You interred in my match! You cheated!” Stephanie gives Sombra a harsh double palm smack to the ass before taking her jeans by the waistband. Pulling as she gets back on her feet Sullivan violently yanks on the luchadora’s pants, the luchadora entered the arena without her face paint and now she’s going to leave it without clothes. Sullivan rips at the jeans like she’s stealing copper wire but they cling to Sombra’s legs like a second skin. Sombra claws and kicks wildly to get free but she has no leverage facing away from her attacker on all fours, Lucia’s toned stomach smacks against the coarse canvas with each wrench on her jeans.
Stephanie’s growing more and more frustrated trying to free this nosey bytch of her off-brand Wranglers, but she’s encouraged by the sight of Lucia’s half-bared tanned buns beginning to peek over the waistband. The relentless assault on her tight jeans also dragged down Lucia’s purple lace boyshort underwear. Stephanie laughs, pecking little kicks into La Sombra’s side while she tries for the full moon.
“HAHA! You cheap tramp were you planning to work the corner afterUrkk!”
McMurray rams into Stephanie like an angry bull! Jamming an elbow strike to the side of the Minx’s neck as she bodies her to the mat. Hazeema’s a pretty amiable woman, but if you mess with her girls you better watch out! With a rare expression of fury, Hazeema bullies Steph onto her side and pumps one, two, three digging knees into her navel. Hazeema switches from pulverizing paunch to ripping Stephanie's black and white pants off her body, the Canadian yelling “I’ve had enough of your Tomfuckery!” A few jerking heaves unveil Sullivan’s white Victoria's Secret bottoms and her long tan legs before the material catches on her boots. McMurray buries a foot in U.S belly as an anchor and with several harsh movements she rrriippps the bottoms of her conquered foe. At this moment, Sullivan‘s nursing a bruising throat, the woman who defeated her moments earlier is pressing an ankle boot with all Hazeema’s weight behind it into her abused and softening midsection, a constant stream of camera flashes from the crowd to immortalize the catfighter’s slightly askew panties… Stephanie begins to regret attacking them after the bell.
Throwing the purloined and now damaged ring gear aimlessly to the side, Hazeema forces a red-faced and half-naked Sullivan up into a standing headscissors. Inadvertently pointing the American’s firm tush to the hard cam broadcasting across the FAWNtron screen, Stephanie’s underwear had dug itself in deep during their thrashings and her right butt cheek was free and clear of the white lace. McMurray secures a Double Underhook and barks, “This stops when you apologize!” The furious farmgirl drops to her back, rolling Stephanie forward buns to skylights in a matchbook, now positioned on top of her attacker but no better for it, Stephanie’s long brown hair waterfalls down from Hazeema’s pelvis to the mat. The Northern Coalition’s Manager presses her boots to the inside of Sullivan’s calves and spreads the agonized American’s legs to a near tendon tearing diameter.
FOR SHAME!
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“AIIIIEEE!! AHHH! AIIESTOPSTOPSTOP!!!” Stephanie Sullivan shrieks and screams to the high heavens but that’s not enough to satisfy The DM&M from her hamstring harassment. The curvaceous combatant Hazeema repeats her demand through gritted teeth, drawing Stephanie’s legs in only to spread them wider on each beat, “Say! You’re! Sorry!”
The Minx turned pussycat squeals at a higher and higher pitch with each flex. Even with eyes watering Stephanie remains obstinate in defeat. “NoooYouhickbitch! Never!”
Haz huffs a breath through her nose frustrated, beads of sweat fly off her proboscis and land in her cleavage. Stephanie can’t see it, but this move takes a lot out of the user and Hazeema wrestled a full match already, she can’t keep it up much longer.
As if answering her dark prayers, an unseen La Sombra coldly says, “Let me help…”
Adjusting her rumpled clothes and smoothing out her hair, La Sombra strides with hands on hips over to look down at Stephanie in the fearful eyes. Meeting the upside-down catfighter with a stone expression, Sombra’s right arm flashes out like a snake biting its prey and digs in a crotch claw!
Sullivan’s howl of shock is drowned out by the FAWNatics’ appreciation for this innovative and devastating combo. Sombra works that claw like she’s digging for oil, churning and pumping for all she worth. The Canadian luchadora uses her free hand to clap! Thwack! And smack! at Sullivan’s quivering and pinking backside and thighs.
Stephanie lets out a howling scream as she begins to beg at this point. “ PLEASE STOP…. MAKE IT STOP… I AM SO SORRY!!!!!” The voluptuous brunette howls as the digging gets to her. She doesn’t like this predicament and realizes she can’t do anything about it. La Sombra slows her dancing digits to a steady but effective pace as she makes eye contact with McMurray, who nods in affirmative and winks. Enough’s enough, but leave her with a reminder.
Lucia winks back and speaks nonchalantly,” Okay. You’re forgiven.” And slowly pulls her fingers out of the now moist tunnel, but in the process, Stephanie lets out a piercing howl that can be heard throughout the arena. Perhaps it was a little late.
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Hazeema feels Stephanie shudder against her and for the first time that night she doesn’t feel animosity, in a different setting this would be quite pleasant. Hazeema unhooks her legs from the ragdoll-like woman and lets Stephanie tumble down into a heap by her legs. Taking an offered hand from Sombra, now the twice victorious Canuck does a quick check for any ‘drippings’ and asks her friend, “Think I should do the whole ‘Pose on top of the loser’ bit?” La Sombra turns to look at the heaving, glassy-eyed catighter, still shuddering from post-orgasm, “I think we’ve done enough, head to the back for a Puppers?”
Hazeema grins, “10-4 good buddy.”