Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:13:27 GMT
March to War was ready roll and, with the year already providing surprises a plenty, the FAWNatics expected more to come as the lights began to dim and the camera crews moved in. The last of the Dark Matches had wrapped up and the anticipation of the now suitably warmed up crowd was palpable.
Hushed whispers passed between FAWNatics until…
GOLDEN TOUCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGx645XXJmI
…hit the loud speakers, the crowd responding to the upbeat track with high spirits, their voices rising several decibels as a spotlight hit the stage and lit up the sculptured physique of one ivory clad, Kaycee ‘The Angel’ Cassidy. Five foot four and one hundred twenty-three pounds, the Game Changer was looking vibrant and ready to flip the script on the powers that be, the House Show Sweetheart enjoying a career resurgence that had led her all the way back from Backyard Wrestling to the bright lights of the Orlando Arena.
KAYCEE CASSIDY
With hands behind her head and a smirk upon her lips, she thrust her hips sharply out to the right before doing likewise to the left, capturing attention and swaying her detractors in short order. Thrusting her arms out wide to then salute the appreciative, gathered FAWNatics, Kaycee brought her palms together to form a circle and an impromptu megaphone, leaning backwards before she belted out the words…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK?”
…and, to her near visible relief, a sizable chunk of the crowd shouted back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!”
…and her expression lit up with a grin, emboldened by the support of the masses as she began to swiftly stride down the ramp on her route towards the squared circle. Her call to arms was always a hit on the House Show circuit, but you could never be certain just how well that sentiment would translate to the far larger PPV crowds, and Cassidy was largely just grateful that she hadn’t been received by confused silence.
Someone in marketing had been working on her behalf after all, probably begrudgingly the Underdog Personified mused in secret.
It was exhilarating, to be competing in front of so many people after a good half decade out of the spotlight, and she wasn’t about to waste a second of it as Cassidy picked up the pace, reaching out to slap a few palms before she reached the apron. She dived deftly beneath the bottom rope and popped up to vertical, marching to centre ring and thrusting out her arms once again, as robust as a Lightweight could be and looking like she could take on the whole world.
The FAWNatics liked what they saw, and they let everyone know it, raising their voices to be heard by those in the Directors Box high above.
As Kaycee moved over to claim one of the corners, her music began to die off before it was replaced by…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…over the loud speakers, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the next competitor had stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed to take much longer than it should for that to occur.
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to arrive, every single inch of the five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds of the dark-haired destroyers sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette, and none could deny the mountains of accolades that the veteran had amassed across her career behind her. She was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, but it was a mistake to believe that she was somehow less dangerous.
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit of violence on anyone she deemed deserving of it.
CARLA CRASH
As she finally reached the steel steps, Dark stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé kept to the outside, Carla tucking in close to the apron as she made her way over to what was to be the Storm Reapers corner.
Amanda didn’t wait on ceremony, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she was delegated, turning herself about to slump down on the middle one. She made no effort to take any further action other than to lean over and share an exchange with Crash that only the two of them could hear. After a few seconds of conversing, Carla nodded in understanding, and absolutely no-one liked what it could mean.
Given that it only been a month since Heartbroken, memories were still fresh from the events that had transpired, Dark leaving the arena with a fresh L on her record, but also a fresh scalp in her possession. Winning and losing didn’t seem too much matter to the veteran these days, only who was able to walk back out of the arena under their own power, and who wasn’t…
“Amanda,” the Official made his way over to the Mother of Midnight, still sat back on the turnbuckles and vision obscured by her shades. By all accounts, the man in black and white mused, Dark could very well be asleep. “It’s time to get started.”
The Storm Reaper exhaled a deep sigh in reply, leaning her head back before shaking her head as if this entire endeavour was more than she should have to endure.
“Amanda,” the Official tried prompting a second time and Kaycee, waiting impatiently in one corner, wasn’t prepared to have her moment torpedoed by a glutton. She’d worked too hard to find her way back here, and the chance wasn’t slipping away now…
Stepping out from her corner, she brought her palms back up to her lips, leant her head back and shouted…
“MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS!”
…and the crowd were not only quick, but also eager to pick up on her proposed chant, joining The Angel in delivering a verbal jab or two to Amanda’s pride, their collective voices soon filling the packed arena with noise.
“MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS!”
Dark scowled, forehead scrunching up in a visible wince, the audio assault on her senses playing havoc with her ever-present hangover.
“Alright,” she growled, grasping the ropes to either side of her and pushing herself up, first removing her jacket and then her shades before handing them to Crash for safe keeping. “Let’s make this quick.”
The Official didn’t miss his opportunity, calling for the bell to start the match and beginning the PPV in earnest.
Unfortunately for Amanda, he wasn’t the only one who was eager to hit a swift tempo, Cassidy sprinting across the canvas even as Dark was still slowly rotating the stiffness from her neck. Kaycee’s rapid pace was accompanied by a rising a cheer from the watching crowd, and the masses WHOOPED as she leapt into the air and NAILED her lethargic opponent with a Dropkick square against her chest!!
Amanda grunted, stumbling backwards the only step forwards she had taken thus far, winded by the boot leather being slammed against her torso and shoving her against the turnbuckles. She hissed as the pads jolted against the small of her back and, with a tensing of her posture, the recoil set her pacing forwards back the way she had come.
Kaycee, back on her feet in no time, darted on past the taller brunette whilst she was spitting some manner of half-hearted insult, and claimed her opponents’ corner for her own. Without missing a beat, knowing that speed was her only advantage, she popped her way up to standing on the second set of ring ropes and gauged the distance between herself and Dark. The moment The ONLY Real Deal turned about to face her, Cassidy took to the air again, achieving even greater height and, this time, her high flying Dropkick rocked her Amazonian adversary clean off her feet, sending her tumbling backwards to the deck in a heap of tangled limbs!
The Game Changer was considerably more graceful in her own descent, landing with a small bump across her back and shoulders, perfectly positioned to roll herself up into a ball and launch her way back up to vertical with a sweet little kip up, the FAWNatics greeting the little warriors’ momentum with enthusiasm.
She wasn’t done, not with Amanda peeling herself off the canvas with a few choice complaints and shaking of her head, Kaycee turning on the spot and dashing for the ring ropes behind her. She rebounded off the rubber coated steel in time for Dark to find her feet, the smaller brunette picking up speed as she narrowed the distance between them and, as Amanda ducked low to greet her, Cassidy neatly leap frogged clean over the top of her to avoid danger.
Amanda was still slow in responding, seemingly stuck in neutral, Kaycee already rebounding off the opposite set of ring ropes and hurtling towards her by the time the bigger woman had spun on the spot. Cassidy completed a trifecta, riding her momentum as she leapt into the air, angled her attack and SLAMMED the soles of her boots against Dark’s increasingly punished chest with her most thunderous Dropkick yet!!
LEAPFROG/DROPKICK: @2:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qWk1go4TY4
The FAWNatics were eating it up now, willing a swift victory as Amanda hit the deck hard, GRUNTING as the air was knocked clean out of her body and she toppled into an ungainly heap. She was, however, as stubborn as any athlete on the FAWN Roster and, even with her lungs emptied of much needed air, she rolled over onto one side and doggedly rose her way up to one knee.
Kaycee, however, was giving her no room to breadth, right back on her in a flash and, with Dark in penitent position, locked her in tight in a firm Front Headlock and, with a great deal of flair, the Underdog Personified threw herself backwards, dragged Amanda forwards and SPIKED the crown of the bigger brunette’s skull DEEP into the canvas with a jaw dropping, Kneeling DDT!!
THE GAME CHANGER: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=79aIBniGqqg
The FAWNatics POPPED the moment noggin met plywood and a sharp spasm ran the length of Dark’s incredible physique, the recoil of the impact jolting her back up to kneeling before, with her eyes showing white, she puddled over onto her side.
With Amanda shellshocked, Kaycee dove atop her, collecting one of the veterans long legs and pulling it in tight as she went for a pinfall.
The Official obliged, dropping down to the mat…
ONE!
TWO!!
Dark kicked out, displaying a resurgence of life, complaining under her breath as she rolled over onto her front and drooled slightly on the canvas.
Cassidy, now on her knees, placed her fists on her hips and shook her head slightly, forcibly pushing down any sense of disappointment before it could undermine her morale. She rolled with the punches, just as she had done for most of her career and, after a brief look at the canvas, she pushed her way back up to boot leather.
She started to bring her palms together in a strong, steady rhythm, and the crowd wasted no time in picking up her tempo, bolstering The Angel’s confidence as she went back to work, retrieving Amanda whilst she was only up to one knee and still reeling. Kaycee less than gently prodded the taller athlete back up to standing and, with Dark still looking unsteady, sent her running across the ring towards the closest corner via an Irish Whip.
The Mother of Midnight had managed to gather enough of her senses to turn herself about, hitting the turnbuckles across her shoulders and hissing, her spine jolted anew and sending a shiver through her toned body.
Cassidy was on her immediately after, her own, rapid pace significantly more assured as she darted across the ring and, with Amanda lodged in place, the little brunette took the fight right back to her bigger counterpart. Kaycee leapt her way up to standing on the middle ropes, her boots braced apart to either side of her opponent’s hips and, holding her steady with her left hand, the ivory clad warrior began raining down a series of swift punches to her foe’s forehead.
Arena’s all over the world knew exactly how to respond, and they began to enthusiastically count her strikes, fully expecting to keep going all the way up to the customary ten…
…only three was as far as they would get, an increasingly irate Dark growling and, after raising her hands up to palm the smaller woman’s hips, she SHOVED her off her perch and sent her sailing backwards through the air, creating some distance with an irritated shout.
As surprised as she was, Cassidy was still able to land on her feet, albeit with a short stumble. Her balance, however, was something she quickly found and, undaunted, she prepared to charge right back in…
…only for Amanda to catch not only her, but also all those watching flat footed as she suddenly stormed out of her corner, raised her right leg and BOOTED!! the smaller young woman clean across the side of her head!!
The meaty THUNK!! of the collision echoed out across all four corners of the packed building, and more than a few FAWNatics winced upon witnessing boot leather colliding with an exposed temple, Kaycee damn near beheaded and sent tumbling to the deck. She landed hard, back first and briefly rolling up onto her shoulders, athletic legs kicking skywards before she flopped over onto her side and lay in a leaden heap.
She groaned, Cassidy blinking several times as she lay shellshocked, mumbling something or other as she made a few failed, instinctual attempts to get back up.
Almost dismissively, Dark paced on past the roadkill that she had just so ruthlessly created, shaking her head before bowing low, pinching the bridge of her nose between finger and thumb. Closing her eyes and exhaling deeply, the Storm Reaper muttered and complained before she stood back up straight, leaving Kaycee on the deck behind her as she marched on over to her corner.
“Crash,” she demanded her proteges attention outside the ring, leaning down against the top ropes, rubbing her right temple with her thumb. Carla was prompt in answering her benefactors’ summons, albeit standing with her her arms folded. “Get me a drink,” Amanda commanded, squinting as she looked out across the front row of the crowd before her and pointing out one unfortunate gentlemen in particular. “Get me that drink!” she demanded and, with a nod, Crash set of to do as she prompted, securing a fresh beverage for the Only Real Deal.
Somewhat reluctantly, Dark didn’t wait for her to top come back, instead shoving herself away from the corner and, with at a noticeable lethargic pace, returned to the stunned Cassidy.
Given a moment to recover her bearings, Kaycee had managed to push her way up onto her hands and knees, blinking a few times as she cleared the cobwebs. Given a few more seconds of inattention from Amanda, the Game Changer likely would have been in a position to make her rue the lack of respect, but Dark hadn’t built a Hall of Fame worthy career on the back of underestimating anyone.
Without a great deal of enthusiasm, Amanda seized Kaycee by her hair and yanked her head backwards, rewarded with a yelp from the smaller brunette and lining the younger woman up. With Cassidy kneeling penitently before her, Dark CRACKED her across the jaw with a STIFF right hook, the meaty WHACK of knuckles meeting cheek being picked up by the hard camera.
As the FAWNatics booed, Kaycee was knocked right back into a daze, slumping backwards onto her haunches as her right hand pawed aimlessly at Amanda’s hip.
“Watch the hair,” the Official admonished Dark even as the Mother of Midnight was releasing her grip.
“Oh really?” Amanda didn’t even try to hide the condescension in her toe. “That’s an illegal hold?” she continued to scoff as she turned her back on both him and Cassidy, pacing back towards her corner. “In nearly two decades of wrestling, I never realised I wasn’t allowed to do that. Thank God you’re here to set me straight.”
She returned to paying exactly no-one else any mind as she leaned back over the top rope, Crash on hand to deliver her the desired beverage. Dark snatched the cup off her with nary a thankyou and downed the alcoholic concoction in shockingly short order, making a face after doing so and tossing the container away.
“Shit,” she shook her head, exhaling deeply as her body went to work on absorbing the sudden intake. “That was actually pretty strong, f*ck.*
Again, she both inhaled and exhaled deeply before rolling her shoulders slowly, creaking the neck and getting back to business.
“As for you,” Amanda lamented through the self-inflicted thumping of her skull, finding a stubborn Cassidy pushing up onto one knee. Once again, she snatched her opponent by her hair and moved to yank her head back but, even before the Official could admonish her, Kaycee took matters into her own hand and DRILLED her right fist into Dark’s exposed gut!
The FAWNatics released a renewed cheer as Amanda back peddled a step and released a short, annoyed gasp, releasing her hold of Cassidy who looked up at her with a defiant, determined stare.
“Don’t you dare ignore me,” Kaycee exhaled, refusing to be dismissed, preparing to unload a second hit. She threw her arm forwards…
…and Dark caught her by the wrist, tugging the shorter woman right up to standing and, after yanking her unbalanced, proceeded to wrap the other brunette’s own arm about her throat. Just as she it looked like she was about to throttle her with it, she instead stepped forwards and DROPPED down to the canvas.
Dragged by her own limb, Cassidy was forced to come with her, hitting the canvas hard across her back and rattling the plywood.
ARM CHOKE SLAM: @3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJLJ44TMW5c
“Fret not, little girl,” Amanda observed whilst sitting back up. “You have earned the entirety of my focus. Not a great place for you to be.”
As Amanda was getting up, Kaycee was rolling over onto her side, massaging her neck as she refused to stay down. Before Dark was even up to one knee, the FAWNatics had returned to clapping, bringing their palms together in a loud, steady tempo in support of the ailing Indy Show Favourite, attempting to feed her strength.
“I hate it when they do that,” Dark growled, irritated beyond belief as she cupped the back of Cassidy’s head and roughly tugged her up towards standing. “Does it even work?”
Cassidy certainly seemed to think so, suddenly surging back to life, springing up the last few inches towards vertical and catching Amanda flat footed. Cupping the back of the bigger woman’s skull, the Underdog Personified leapt up off her feet, tucking the crown of her noggin in tight to the underside of Dark’s jaw and gravity demanded it’s due, dragging her back down to earth. The moment Kaycee’s firm buttocks met the canvas, all downwards momentum slammed to a sudden halt, and Amanda was left ROCKED by the sudden jaw breaker that left her seeing stars!!
Dark jolted away from the collision with a wicked recoil and, briefly swaying in the wind with a pained hiss upon the hips, she dropped back down onto her knees.
Wasting no time, Cassidy was on her feet, turning about on the spot and, with an appreciate shout for the FAWNatics, she set off at a sprint. She quickly rebounded off the ropes, the collision with rubber coated steel only adding to her momentum, and Kaycee returned to starting position with a great deal of speed, leaping at the last moment and NAILING Amanda with yet another Dropkick!!
The meaty WHACK!! of boot leather meeting torso seemed to confirm that this was the most significant one yet and, with a heady grunt emerging from Dark’s chest, the veteran toppled backwards with enough force to bounce her head off the canvas.
“I’d say so,” Cassidy took the time to answer Amanda’s question as she dived atop the bigger woman for a fresh pin. “Yes.”
The Official was on hand to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
…only for Dark to kick out, thrusting up her right shoulder with a great deal of conviction.
Still, Kaycee refused to allow herself to become disheartened, finding her feet and clapping, reciprocating the love of the masses with some of her own. Heart pumping and adrenaline flowing, she brought her palms up to her lips and shouted…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK?”
…and, this time, a significantly larger proportion of the crowd cried back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!!”
“Hell yeah,” Cassidy exhaled, flashing a fresh smile as she began to pace back to Amanda. That was when she spotted Carla standing on the apron, the Boulevard Bytch having left her spot outside the ring.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned the bigger brawler, Kaycee feeling emboldened by the heady experience of competing in such a large arena after so many years away, allowing herself the display of bravado. “Unless you want some of the same?”
Crash didn’t answer but, for just a moment, it looked like she very well might have stepped in…
The Official, having noticed Carla’s position now that Cassidy had drawn his attention to it, paced on over to the ropes to remind her of her limits.
“She’s right,” the man in black and white informed. “I’ll tolerate you being out here for support, but you can’t be up here on the apron.” He pointed to the concrete, demanding that she step down.
Kaycee couldn’t help herself, bringing her palms back up to her lips and chanting…
“SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN!”
…and the FAWNatics joyfully picked it up…
“SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN!”
Cassidy was having fun now, nodding along with the crowd and smirking at the silently fuming Carla, turning her back on the Hardcore Hellcat to…
…meet a sudden uppercut RAMMED up and between her legs!
Kaycee gasped, her eyes going wide after finding Amanda’s forearm wedged firmly between her thighs. She teetered on the spot, athletic stems feeling numb, her lips opening and closing but unable to find words, the FAWNatics instead protesting the low blow on her behalf. Her mournful expression met Dark’s and she found nothing resembling mercy there, only profound irritation and a great deal of malice.
Amanda wouldn’t let Cassidy fall over, instead propping The Angel up as she found her own feet and, grasping the smaller brunette by her thighs, instead popped Kaycee up into the air. The flight didn’t last long, Dark bringing her cargo straight back down and, dropping to one knee, she earned a second, mournful yelp from her opponent by spiking her most private of regions for a second time in less than a minute!
Cassidy’s mouth hung open wide as the Inverted Atomic Drop drove Amanda’s solid joint deep between her legs, punishing her sex and setting her to quivering.
Still, she was not allowed to fall over, Dark shoving her backwards before she could topple and, after Kaycee’s shoulders collided with the ring ropes, she rebounded off the coils straight back to sender. Amanda collected her, this time encircling her hips and grabbing a hold of one firm, coveted buttock, powering the compact fighter clean off the deck and spinning on the spot in a sharp one eighty spiral. Picking her spot at centre ring, she flung her cargo forwards and SLAMMED her down against the deck with a ruthless and spectacular Spinebuster!!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP/SPINEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsloY_mAgYc
Cassidy GROANED, heady and loud, momentarily unable to gather herself as she planted with authority, the small of her back arching after she had bounced a good inch off the deck. She slumped a second later, puddling into a heap with one leg bent up at the knee, blinking towards the rafters as she struggled to inhale a fresh breath.
Dark rolled atop her, claiming both of her legs before curling her up into a tight ball.
Alerted by the sounds of the collision, the Official spotted the unexpected pinfall scarcely half a second later, diving to the deck to begin his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kaycee kicked out, much to the relief of the FAWNatics, less so Amanda.
Dark rolled her neck slowly as she sat back up, looking backwards over her shoulder as a moaning Cassidy rolled over onto her side before slumping across her front.
“Don’t delude yourself,” Amanda scowled as she got slowly up.
Kaycee was attempting to do likewise, finding her way to her hands and knees, looking incredibly vulnerable before Dark. The Mother of Midnight clasped her hands together before raising them above her head, looking for all the world as though she was wielding a sledgehammer.
“No-one’s got your back,” she stated flatly before dropping down, scything her arms forwards to WHACK clenched fists across the base of Cassidy’s exposed neck!
Kaycee was left flattened across the canvas, a pained ‘erk’ rising from her throat as, stunned, she recoiled from the savage impact to her spine as though she had been struck by an axe. She blinked a few times, synapses misfiring and, with a soft sputtering she again, defiantly, tried to get back up.
Amanda robbed her of doing so under her own power, leaning forwards to wrap an arm about Kaycee’s noggin, she bullied her towards vertical in a stiff Front Headlock. With Cassidy swaying in her grasp, Dark slung one of the girls arms up and over her shoulders and, grasping the belt of the smaller brunettes’ white shorts, the Storm Reaper braced, flexed and then WHIPPED the Game Changers delicious frame up and over in a pitch perfect, Snap Suplex, SLAMMING her pliant frame back first against the canvas.
Plywood flexed as Kaycee guffed out a great gasp of pained air, wincing as her whole body trembled and, however briefly, her stamina threatened to give out. She lay in a puddle, moaning with short breaths, wincing as she, somehow, managed to sit up then slump forwards onto her palms. She began crawling away from Amanda, instinctively creating distance, searching for any port in the storm while the muscles in her back twitched.
“If they did,” Dark continued to dictate, rolling her wrists and getting back up, rubbing her eyes as she was apparently in no great hurry. From her position of superiority, she eyed Cassidy fighting to do the same, dragging herself over to one corner and, using the ring ropes, defiantly pulled herself up onto her knees. “You wouldn’t be out here with me.”
With a deep sigh, Kaycee found her feet, following up that exhale as she turned about on the spot, leaning back heavily on the turnbuckles before, with a shake of her head, she…
…ATE the entirety of a Big Boot!!
The FAWNatics unleashed a torrent of displeasure in Amanda’s direction after she charged across the ring, showing the most life she had done all evening, and SLAMMED the sole of her heavy-duty boot into the side of Cassidy’s all too yielding cheek! With her eyes rolling back and her body losing its fibre, Kaycee’s head snapped to the right and, had her arms not been slumped up and over the top ropes, she would have flopped to the canvas like a puppet with her strings cut.
Instead, she dangled in the corner just long enough for regain some minor semblance of her senses back and Dark to look her up and down. Cassidy had almost even found her feet when Amanda palmed the back of her neck and, with a dismissive shove, pushed her away from the turnbuckles and sent her stumbling out towards centre ring.
Slowly, the little warrior began turning around, her vision blurry and arms dangling down by her side, not quite able to make sense of the world around her as the FAWNatics tried desperately to cry out a warning. As such, their collective shouts fell on deaf ears, the Underdog Personified a sitting duck as Dark charged across the ring, extended her right arm, and damn near beheaded the smaller brunette with a Clothesline from Hell!!
With a WHACK that seemed to echo off the walls, the already reeling Kaycee was ripped off her feet and sent spinning through the air, tumbling head over heels before dropping to the deck. She slumped in a quivering heap, taunt buttocks involuntarily bucking upwards towards the rafters as a sharp spasm ran down the length of her spine.
Delivering a stiff kick to the splayed-out young women’s side, Amanda convinced Cassidy to roll over onto her back, Dark dropping down to straddle the girl’s hips and press her shoulders down to the mat.
The Official quickly joined her, counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
TH….
Kaycee thrust up one shoulder with a cry, rolling over onto on side whilst inhaling deep, greedy breaths.
“Do you know what I think?” Amanda questioned as she pressed her knuckles down on the deck, shaking her head as she released a deep sigh of barely repressed frustration. “I think that all of this is because you upset someone backstage and, because of that, you have been inflicted upon me to put you back in your place,” Dark lectured whilst palming the back of the slowly recovering Cassidy’s head.
“The next time someone in a suit tells you be a good girl and bend over,” Amanda continued, bodily hauling Kaycee up to her feet before she was ready, the brunette practically swooning in front of her. “Save me the future hassle, and just let them f*ck you!”
“Sc…Screw…”, Cassidy managed to find her voice, forcibly folded forwards and aimlessly pawing at Dark’s right hip. “Screw you!” she was able to mutter in defiance before delivering a quick jab to Dark’s gut only, this time, the taller brunette barely seemed to feel it, a great deal of strength lacking in comparison to her earlier punch.
“You’re not my type,” Amanda countered and delivered a stiff, sharp knee up into Kaycee’s unprotected chest, knocking a grunt out of her body and momentarily punting her up off the soles of her boots. The moment her feet came back down to earth, her knees shaky, Dark firmly collected with a Double Underhook, ensnaring the girl’s arms and trussing her up so tightly, she had no-where to go.
No-where, that is, except for exactly where Amanda wanted to take her, bracing her posture just long enough to power the smaller young woman up into the air and spin her about. Upon reaching the apex of the lift, Cassidy released a long and mournful groooooooan as she was slung up and over her more powerful adversaries’ shoulder in a ruthless Canadian Backbreaker!
Her misery became profound as her spine was curled the wrong way, jostled slowly up and down with a short gasps and deep moans punctuating her pain, both gravity and her own body weight conspiring to create ever growing torque along her vertebra. She shook her head, breathing shallow as she quivered, displayed high above the mat as her pert bosom hiked. Kaycee tried to grit her teeth, but fresh gasps prevented her from doing so and, just as she thought her back could not curl any further…
…Dark DROPPED down to her knees, the sudden stop as met the canvas sending a brutal shockwave running right up to the small of Cassidy’s spine and, with a wicked snap motion, The Angel’s eyes opened wide as her whole body was brutally JOLTED from head to toe, blinding her senses with pain.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP: @4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
The Mother of Midnight released her, and Kaycee could not have dropped down to the canvas any harder, flopping out into a steaming heap as her right leg kicked out with random twitches.
Amanda rolled Cassidy over onto her back and lay atop her, pressing one palm down on the ivory clad warriors’ cheek whilst she pressed down on the girls sculptured tummy.
The Official was there to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Again, Kaycee threw up her shoulder, kicking out with new signs of life and just barely hanging on.
“I…I sa… I said…” Cassidy stammered through pained breaths. “I said screw you.”
Dark made a face, sitting up and rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger, feeling her temples thump with a persistent, dull insistency. Her hangover refused to be ignored, and Kaycee was only making it worse.
Without a word, she pushed up onto her feet and, grabbing a firm hold of Cassidy, she hauled the Game Changer up to kneeling as well, preparing to bully her near flaccid physique up to standing…
…and received a blindly quick, karmically justified uppercut clean up between her thighs, Kaycee driving her forearm up against Amanda’s sex with a surprisingly meaty WHACK!!
Dark teetered on the spot, her mouth hanging open as the FAWNatics gasped in surprise for her, the taller brunette’s entire body turning rigid as she gagged on her words of fury, momentarily too paralysed to push them out. Unsurprisingly, the crowd had little sympathy for the Storm Reaper, and they soon began cheering as she started to back pedal in reverse.
“Watch the low blows,” the Official cautioned Cassidy, Kaycee looking back at him with an arched brow and faint disbelief.
“Really?” she questioned, sighing deeply and grimacing as her spine (not to mention her own privates) continued to protest the abuse they had suffered. “Where were you five minutes ago?”
The man in black and white blinked, not quite understanding.
“Forget it,” Cassidy waved aside his ignorance, forcing her diminutive stature up to standing. “Nothing but clean from now on,” she promised, reaching out to palm the back of Amanda’s head and, keeping her folded forwards, she reared back her right arm before CLOCKING!! Dark right beneath her chin with a blistering, European Uppercut!!
That was a WHACK that shot the Only Real Deal back up to standing straight, her eyes briefly losing focus as she started to take a step backwards. Kassidy prevented the involuntary retreat by grasping the other woman’s wrist and, after bracing herself, Cassidy yanked back on that limb and prepared to pivot on the spot to launch the bigger woman into an Irish Whip…
…only for Dark to slam on the brakes!
Amanda didn’t even more, deflating Kaycee’s would be come back and, snapping back to awareness, instead YANKED an unprepared Babyface forwards, pulling a wide-eyed Cassidy in before CRACKING her across the temple with a blistering right elbow!!
The Lights almost went out for The Angel, the little warrior spinning on the spot and looking visibly unsteady, but she didn’t get far as Dark retained a firm grip on her suddenly limp wrist. Amanda yanked her back in again, NAILING her with a second elbow, this one delivered with even more force than the first, Dark warming to her subject matter.
It was obvious to everyone that the shellshocked Kaycee was damn near out on her feet, but the Mother of Midnight would not let her tumble, instead reeling Cassidy back in for a third time and, when the Game Changer was involuntarily snuggled in close to Amanda, the stronger brunette snapped shut a shockingly tight Sleeper!
From head to toe, every inch of Kaycee’s captured frame stiffened, the young woman’s cheeks flushing as, with the smallest of movements, she shivered and shook. However, even as her chest hiked, it quickly became clear that she was no longer in a position to defend herself, hands swaying idly by her thighs as the submission was locked in, one arm wrapped tightly about her throat as the other held her head still.
Cassidy bucked, her peeper’s half lidded, her young body slowly robbed of its last vestiges of stamina and, with a forceful twist of her hold from a vindictive Amanda, Kaycee’s lips parted slightly as she moaned in defeat. There was no-where to go, and she lacked the remaining strength to get there and, all too gradually, her posture slackened as she was ruthlessly drained of her will to resist, Cassidy succumbing to a throttle that had toppled World Champions.
With one final shudder, and a particularly mean pulse from the Storm Reaper, Kaycee’s whole body quivered before her peepers fluttered shut, all life fleeing from her frame as, with a slump, her whole body turned flaccid. She was soon swaying in Amanda still tightening grasp, a ragdoll in her possession and only upright because Dark allowed it.
Increasingly concerned, the Official moved in to check her, lifting her limp right arm up to let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…and the bell rang, confirming Amanda Dark’s victory.
The FAWNatics voiced their disappointment, especially when the Only Real Deal refused to let go of her prize until…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…returned to the loud speakers.
Even then, she did not immediately let go, instead popping the ensnared Cassidy up onto her tip toes and, somehow, tightening the Sleeper even further. Kaycee offered no resistance, no longer even conscious, and only when her features began to turn crimson did Dark let her go, the Underdog Personified dropping boneless to the deck and displaying zero signs of getting back up again.
“Let’s not have this talk again,” Amanda grimaced, creaking her neck and making her way over to her corner, the FAWNatics booing her every step of the way. Leaning over the top rope, she received both her jacket and her shades from Carla and, after putting them on, she sat back down on the very same, second turnbuckle she started the match on.
Almost absently, after a long yawn, she tilted her head to one side, addressing Crash as calmly as though she were ordering a fresh drink.
“Get a chair,” she commanded, and those in the crowd close enough to hear (not to mention the hard camera), immediately began to voice their collective concern. The rest of the arena soon picked up on the mounting panic, especially when Carla set about doing exactly that, securing the steel furniture from behind a commentary table and tossing it inside the ring.
“Now hold on,” the Official attempted to slow things down. “You’ve won Amanda, you do anything else, I’m flipping the decision against you.”
Shoulders slumped and posture languid, Dark released a loud belch before trying to make herself more comfortable.
“Me?” Amanda questioned, projecting an air of disinterest. “You’ve got it all wrong buckaroo. I’m not going to do anything; I’ve got all the heat I need for tonight.”
It took the man in black and white a moment longer to realise where he had errored, the shouts of the crowd increasing several decibels before he turned around and found Crash already in the ring.
The Hardcore Hellcat was scraping the remains the barely responsive Cassidy off the canvas, powering the unconscious young woman high off the mat and up to sitting on Carla’s shoulders. The Official didn’t even have time to voice his protest before Crash turned about, momentarily popped Kaycee even higher into the air, before FLINGING The Angel back down to earth and THROUGH a steel chair with a Hellacious Powerbomb!!
The plywood itself almost buckled beneath the brutal slam, and Cassidy was barely moving, crumpled in a heap as her right leg twitched.
Amanda exhaled in, for the first time tonight, something like an approximation of satisfaction.
“Good girl.”
Hushed whispers passed between FAWNatics until…
GOLDEN TOUCH
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGx645XXJmI
…hit the loud speakers, the crowd responding to the upbeat track with high spirits, their voices rising several decibels as a spotlight hit the stage and lit up the sculptured physique of one ivory clad, Kaycee ‘The Angel’ Cassidy. Five foot four and one hundred twenty-three pounds, the Game Changer was looking vibrant and ready to flip the script on the powers that be, the House Show Sweetheart enjoying a career resurgence that had led her all the way back from Backyard Wrestling to the bright lights of the Orlando Arena.
KAYCEE CASSIDY
With hands behind her head and a smirk upon her lips, she thrust her hips sharply out to the right before doing likewise to the left, capturing attention and swaying her detractors in short order. Thrusting her arms out wide to then salute the appreciative, gathered FAWNatics, Kaycee brought her palms together to form a circle and an impromptu megaphone, leaning backwards before she belted out the words…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK?”
…and, to her near visible relief, a sizable chunk of the crowd shouted back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!”
…and her expression lit up with a grin, emboldened by the support of the masses as she began to swiftly stride down the ramp on her route towards the squared circle. Her call to arms was always a hit on the House Show circuit, but you could never be certain just how well that sentiment would translate to the far larger PPV crowds, and Cassidy was largely just grateful that she hadn’t been received by confused silence.
Someone in marketing had been working on her behalf after all, probably begrudgingly the Underdog Personified mused in secret.
It was exhilarating, to be competing in front of so many people after a good half decade out of the spotlight, and she wasn’t about to waste a second of it as Cassidy picked up the pace, reaching out to slap a few palms before she reached the apron. She dived deftly beneath the bottom rope and popped up to vertical, marching to centre ring and thrusting out her arms once again, as robust as a Lightweight could be and looking like she could take on the whole world.
The FAWNatics liked what they saw, and they let everyone know it, raising their voices to be heard by those in the Directors Box high above.
As Kaycee moved over to claim one of the corners, her music began to die off before it was replaced by…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…over the loud speakers, the collective masses that filled the Orlando Arena showering the entrance with boos even before the next competitor had stepped out. Upon reflection, that wasn’t much surprising, being as it seemed to take much longer than it should for that to occur.
After an unhealthy delay, Amanda Dark finally saw fit to arrive, every single inch of the five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds of the dark-haired destroyers sculptured physique surly to her core. Sporting a leather jacket that had seen better days and the darkest set of shades to have ever been worn indoors, the Mother of Midnight scowled as she took her sweet time down the ramp and towards the squared circle, temples still thumping from a hangover that, these days, was as perpetual as her drinking.
AMANDA DARK
As lethargic as she seemed, Dark still cut an imposing silhouette, and none could deny the mountains of accolades that the veteran had amassed across her career behind her. She was perhaps a far different beast to the one she had once been, but it was a mistake to believe that she was somehow less dangerous.
Close at her heels emerged Carla Crash, which only proved to rile the FAWNatics up even further, the Boulevard Bytch making few friends inside the industry other than with those as bitter as herself. She at least boasted considerably more vigour in her step as she trailed a few paces behind her sponsor, keeping herself limber and head on a swivel, but there was no mistaking the air of malice that followed in her wake, Carla always prepared to inflict a quick bit of violence on anyone she deemed deserving of it.
CARLA CRASH
As she finally reached the steel steps, Dark stretched out her back before she started ascending the furniture, ducking into the ring whilst her protégé kept to the outside, Carla tucking in close to the apron as she made her way over to what was to be the Storm Reapers corner.
Amanda didn’t wait on ceremony, the self-proclaimed Only Real Deal massaging her wrists as she made her steady way over to the turnbuckles that she was delegated, turning herself about to slump down on the middle one. She made no effort to take any further action other than to lean over and share an exchange with Crash that only the two of them could hear. After a few seconds of conversing, Carla nodded in understanding, and absolutely no-one liked what it could mean.
Given that it only been a month since Heartbroken, memories were still fresh from the events that had transpired, Dark leaving the arena with a fresh L on her record, but also a fresh scalp in her possession. Winning and losing didn’t seem too much matter to the veteran these days, only who was able to walk back out of the arena under their own power, and who wasn’t…
“Amanda,” the Official made his way over to the Mother of Midnight, still sat back on the turnbuckles and vision obscured by her shades. By all accounts, the man in black and white mused, Dark could very well be asleep. “It’s time to get started.”
The Storm Reaper exhaled a deep sigh in reply, leaning her head back before shaking her head as if this entire endeavour was more than she should have to endure.
“Amanda,” the Official tried prompting a second time and Kaycee, waiting impatiently in one corner, wasn’t prepared to have her moment torpedoed by a glutton. She’d worked too hard to find her way back here, and the chance wasn’t slipping away now…
Stepping out from her corner, she brought her palms back up to her lips, leant her head back and shouted…
“MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS!”
…and the crowd were not only quick, but also eager to pick up on her proposed chant, joining The Angel in delivering a verbal jab or two to Amanda’s pride, their collective voices soon filling the packed arena with noise.
“MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS! MOVE! YOUR! ASS!”
Dark scowled, forehead scrunching up in a visible wince, the audio assault on her senses playing havoc with her ever-present hangover.
“Alright,” she growled, grasping the ropes to either side of her and pushing herself up, first removing her jacket and then her shades before handing them to Crash for safe keeping. “Let’s make this quick.”
The Official didn’t miss his opportunity, calling for the bell to start the match and beginning the PPV in earnest.
Unfortunately for Amanda, he wasn’t the only one who was eager to hit a swift tempo, Cassidy sprinting across the canvas even as Dark was still slowly rotating the stiffness from her neck. Kaycee’s rapid pace was accompanied by a rising a cheer from the watching crowd, and the masses WHOOPED as she leapt into the air and NAILED her lethargic opponent with a Dropkick square against her chest!!
Amanda grunted, stumbling backwards the only step forwards she had taken thus far, winded by the boot leather being slammed against her torso and shoving her against the turnbuckles. She hissed as the pads jolted against the small of her back and, with a tensing of her posture, the recoil set her pacing forwards back the way she had come.
Kaycee, back on her feet in no time, darted on past the taller brunette whilst she was spitting some manner of half-hearted insult, and claimed her opponents’ corner for her own. Without missing a beat, knowing that speed was her only advantage, she popped her way up to standing on the second set of ring ropes and gauged the distance between herself and Dark. The moment The ONLY Real Deal turned about to face her, Cassidy took to the air again, achieving even greater height and, this time, her high flying Dropkick rocked her Amazonian adversary clean off her feet, sending her tumbling backwards to the deck in a heap of tangled limbs!
The Game Changer was considerably more graceful in her own descent, landing with a small bump across her back and shoulders, perfectly positioned to roll herself up into a ball and launch her way back up to vertical with a sweet little kip up, the FAWNatics greeting the little warriors’ momentum with enthusiasm.
She wasn’t done, not with Amanda peeling herself off the canvas with a few choice complaints and shaking of her head, Kaycee turning on the spot and dashing for the ring ropes behind her. She rebounded off the rubber coated steel in time for Dark to find her feet, the smaller brunette picking up speed as she narrowed the distance between them and, as Amanda ducked low to greet her, Cassidy neatly leap frogged clean over the top of her to avoid danger.
Amanda was still slow in responding, seemingly stuck in neutral, Kaycee already rebounding off the opposite set of ring ropes and hurtling towards her by the time the bigger woman had spun on the spot. Cassidy completed a trifecta, riding her momentum as she leapt into the air, angled her attack and SLAMMED the soles of her boots against Dark’s increasingly punished chest with her most thunderous Dropkick yet!!
LEAPFROG/DROPKICK: @2:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qWk1go4TY4
The FAWNatics were eating it up now, willing a swift victory as Amanda hit the deck hard, GRUNTING as the air was knocked clean out of her body and she toppled into an ungainly heap. She was, however, as stubborn as any athlete on the FAWN Roster and, even with her lungs emptied of much needed air, she rolled over onto one side and doggedly rose her way up to one knee.
Kaycee, however, was giving her no room to breadth, right back on her in a flash and, with Dark in penitent position, locked her in tight in a firm Front Headlock and, with a great deal of flair, the Underdog Personified threw herself backwards, dragged Amanda forwards and SPIKED the crown of the bigger brunette’s skull DEEP into the canvas with a jaw dropping, Kneeling DDT!!
THE GAME CHANGER: @0:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=79aIBniGqqg
The FAWNatics POPPED the moment noggin met plywood and a sharp spasm ran the length of Dark’s incredible physique, the recoil of the impact jolting her back up to kneeling before, with her eyes showing white, she puddled over onto her side.
With Amanda shellshocked, Kaycee dove atop her, collecting one of the veterans long legs and pulling it in tight as she went for a pinfall.
The Official obliged, dropping down to the mat…
ONE!
TWO!!
Dark kicked out, displaying a resurgence of life, complaining under her breath as she rolled over onto her front and drooled slightly on the canvas.
Cassidy, now on her knees, placed her fists on her hips and shook her head slightly, forcibly pushing down any sense of disappointment before it could undermine her morale. She rolled with the punches, just as she had done for most of her career and, after a brief look at the canvas, she pushed her way back up to boot leather.
She started to bring her palms together in a strong, steady rhythm, and the crowd wasted no time in picking up her tempo, bolstering The Angel’s confidence as she went back to work, retrieving Amanda whilst she was only up to one knee and still reeling. Kaycee less than gently prodded the taller athlete back up to standing and, with Dark still looking unsteady, sent her running across the ring towards the closest corner via an Irish Whip.
The Mother of Midnight had managed to gather enough of her senses to turn herself about, hitting the turnbuckles across her shoulders and hissing, her spine jolted anew and sending a shiver through her toned body.
Cassidy was on her immediately after, her own, rapid pace significantly more assured as she darted across the ring and, with Amanda lodged in place, the little brunette took the fight right back to her bigger counterpart. Kaycee leapt her way up to standing on the middle ropes, her boots braced apart to either side of her opponent’s hips and, holding her steady with her left hand, the ivory clad warrior began raining down a series of swift punches to her foe’s forehead.
Arena’s all over the world knew exactly how to respond, and they began to enthusiastically count her strikes, fully expecting to keep going all the way up to the customary ten…
…only three was as far as they would get, an increasingly irate Dark growling and, after raising her hands up to palm the smaller woman’s hips, she SHOVED her off her perch and sent her sailing backwards through the air, creating some distance with an irritated shout.
As surprised as she was, Cassidy was still able to land on her feet, albeit with a short stumble. Her balance, however, was something she quickly found and, undaunted, she prepared to charge right back in…
…only for Amanda to catch not only her, but also all those watching flat footed as she suddenly stormed out of her corner, raised her right leg and BOOTED!! the smaller young woman clean across the side of her head!!
The meaty THUNK!! of the collision echoed out across all four corners of the packed building, and more than a few FAWNatics winced upon witnessing boot leather colliding with an exposed temple, Kaycee damn near beheaded and sent tumbling to the deck. She landed hard, back first and briefly rolling up onto her shoulders, athletic legs kicking skywards before she flopped over onto her side and lay in a leaden heap.
She groaned, Cassidy blinking several times as she lay shellshocked, mumbling something or other as she made a few failed, instinctual attempts to get back up.
Almost dismissively, Dark paced on past the roadkill that she had just so ruthlessly created, shaking her head before bowing low, pinching the bridge of her nose between finger and thumb. Closing her eyes and exhaling deeply, the Storm Reaper muttered and complained before she stood back up straight, leaving Kaycee on the deck behind her as she marched on over to her corner.
“Crash,” she demanded her proteges attention outside the ring, leaning down against the top ropes, rubbing her right temple with her thumb. Carla was prompt in answering her benefactors’ summons, albeit standing with her her arms folded. “Get me a drink,” Amanda commanded, squinting as she looked out across the front row of the crowd before her and pointing out one unfortunate gentlemen in particular. “Get me that drink!” she demanded and, with a nod, Crash set of to do as she prompted, securing a fresh beverage for the Only Real Deal.
Somewhat reluctantly, Dark didn’t wait for her to top come back, instead shoving herself away from the corner and, with at a noticeable lethargic pace, returned to the stunned Cassidy.
Given a moment to recover her bearings, Kaycee had managed to push her way up onto her hands and knees, blinking a few times as she cleared the cobwebs. Given a few more seconds of inattention from Amanda, the Game Changer likely would have been in a position to make her rue the lack of respect, but Dark hadn’t built a Hall of Fame worthy career on the back of underestimating anyone.
Without a great deal of enthusiasm, Amanda seized Kaycee by her hair and yanked her head backwards, rewarded with a yelp from the smaller brunette and lining the younger woman up. With Cassidy kneeling penitently before her, Dark CRACKED her across the jaw with a STIFF right hook, the meaty WHACK of knuckles meeting cheek being picked up by the hard camera.
As the FAWNatics booed, Kaycee was knocked right back into a daze, slumping backwards onto her haunches as her right hand pawed aimlessly at Amanda’s hip.
“Watch the hair,” the Official admonished Dark even as the Mother of Midnight was releasing her grip.
“Oh really?” Amanda didn’t even try to hide the condescension in her toe. “That’s an illegal hold?” she continued to scoff as she turned her back on both him and Cassidy, pacing back towards her corner. “In nearly two decades of wrestling, I never realised I wasn’t allowed to do that. Thank God you’re here to set me straight.”
She returned to paying exactly no-one else any mind as she leaned back over the top rope, Crash on hand to deliver her the desired beverage. Dark snatched the cup off her with nary a thankyou and downed the alcoholic concoction in shockingly short order, making a face after doing so and tossing the container away.
“Shit,” she shook her head, exhaling deeply as her body went to work on absorbing the sudden intake. “That was actually pretty strong, f*ck.*
Again, she both inhaled and exhaled deeply before rolling her shoulders slowly, creaking the neck and getting back to business.
“As for you,” Amanda lamented through the self-inflicted thumping of her skull, finding a stubborn Cassidy pushing up onto one knee. Once again, she snatched her opponent by her hair and moved to yank her head back but, even before the Official could admonish her, Kaycee took matters into her own hand and DRILLED her right fist into Dark’s exposed gut!
The FAWNatics released a renewed cheer as Amanda back peddled a step and released a short, annoyed gasp, releasing her hold of Cassidy who looked up at her with a defiant, determined stare.
“Don’t you dare ignore me,” Kaycee exhaled, refusing to be dismissed, preparing to unload a second hit. She threw her arm forwards…
…and Dark caught her by the wrist, tugging the shorter woman right up to standing and, after yanking her unbalanced, proceeded to wrap the other brunette’s own arm about her throat. Just as she it looked like she was about to throttle her with it, she instead stepped forwards and DROPPED down to the canvas.
Dragged by her own limb, Cassidy was forced to come with her, hitting the canvas hard across her back and rattling the plywood.
ARM CHOKE SLAM: @3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJLJ44TMW5c
“Fret not, little girl,” Amanda observed whilst sitting back up. “You have earned the entirety of my focus. Not a great place for you to be.”
As Amanda was getting up, Kaycee was rolling over onto her side, massaging her neck as she refused to stay down. Before Dark was even up to one knee, the FAWNatics had returned to clapping, bringing their palms together in a loud, steady tempo in support of the ailing Indy Show Favourite, attempting to feed her strength.
“I hate it when they do that,” Dark growled, irritated beyond belief as she cupped the back of Cassidy’s head and roughly tugged her up towards standing. “Does it even work?”
Cassidy certainly seemed to think so, suddenly surging back to life, springing up the last few inches towards vertical and catching Amanda flat footed. Cupping the back of the bigger woman’s skull, the Underdog Personified leapt up off her feet, tucking the crown of her noggin in tight to the underside of Dark’s jaw and gravity demanded it’s due, dragging her back down to earth. The moment Kaycee’s firm buttocks met the canvas, all downwards momentum slammed to a sudden halt, and Amanda was left ROCKED by the sudden jaw breaker that left her seeing stars!!
Dark jolted away from the collision with a wicked recoil and, briefly swaying in the wind with a pained hiss upon the hips, she dropped back down onto her knees.
Wasting no time, Cassidy was on her feet, turning about on the spot and, with an appreciate shout for the FAWNatics, she set off at a sprint. She quickly rebounded off the ropes, the collision with rubber coated steel only adding to her momentum, and Kaycee returned to starting position with a great deal of speed, leaping at the last moment and NAILING Amanda with yet another Dropkick!!
The meaty WHACK!! of boot leather meeting torso seemed to confirm that this was the most significant one yet and, with a heady grunt emerging from Dark’s chest, the veteran toppled backwards with enough force to bounce her head off the canvas.
“I’d say so,” Cassidy took the time to answer Amanda’s question as she dived atop the bigger woman for a fresh pin. “Yes.”
The Official was on hand to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
…only for Dark to kick out, thrusting up her right shoulder with a great deal of conviction.
Still, Kaycee refused to allow herself to become disheartened, finding her feet and clapping, reciprocating the love of the masses with some of her own. Heart pumping and adrenaline flowing, she brought her palms up to her lips and shouted…
“WHOSE GOT MY BACK?”
…and, this time, a significantly larger proportion of the crowd cried back…
“WE GOT YOUR BACK!!”
“Hell yeah,” Cassidy exhaled, flashing a fresh smile as she began to pace back to Amanda. That was when she spotted Carla standing on the apron, the Boulevard Bytch having left her spot outside the ring.
“Don’t even think about it,” she warned the bigger brawler, Kaycee feeling emboldened by the heady experience of competing in such a large arena after so many years away, allowing herself the display of bravado. “Unless you want some of the same?”
Crash didn’t answer but, for just a moment, it looked like she very well might have stepped in…
The Official, having noticed Carla’s position now that Cassidy had drawn his attention to it, paced on over to the ropes to remind her of her limits.
“She’s right,” the man in black and white informed. “I’ll tolerate you being out here for support, but you can’t be up here on the apron.” He pointed to the concrete, demanding that she step down.
Kaycee couldn’t help herself, bringing her palms back up to her lips and chanting…
“SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN!”
…and the FAWNatics joyfully picked it up…
“SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN! SIT! YOUR! ASS! DOWN!”
Cassidy was having fun now, nodding along with the crowd and smirking at the silently fuming Carla, turning her back on the Hardcore Hellcat to…
…meet a sudden uppercut RAMMED up and between her legs!
Kaycee gasped, her eyes going wide after finding Amanda’s forearm wedged firmly between her thighs. She teetered on the spot, athletic stems feeling numb, her lips opening and closing but unable to find words, the FAWNatics instead protesting the low blow on her behalf. Her mournful expression met Dark’s and she found nothing resembling mercy there, only profound irritation and a great deal of malice.
Amanda wouldn’t let Cassidy fall over, instead propping The Angel up as she found her own feet and, grasping the smaller brunette by her thighs, instead popped Kaycee up into the air. The flight didn’t last long, Dark bringing her cargo straight back down and, dropping to one knee, she earned a second, mournful yelp from her opponent by spiking her most private of regions for a second time in less than a minute!
Cassidy’s mouth hung open wide as the Inverted Atomic Drop drove Amanda’s solid joint deep between her legs, punishing her sex and setting her to quivering.
Still, she was not allowed to fall over, Dark shoving her backwards before she could topple and, after Kaycee’s shoulders collided with the ring ropes, she rebounded off the coils straight back to sender. Amanda collected her, this time encircling her hips and grabbing a hold of one firm, coveted buttock, powering the compact fighter clean off the deck and spinning on the spot in a sharp one eighty spiral. Picking her spot at centre ring, she flung her cargo forwards and SLAMMED her down against the deck with a ruthless and spectacular Spinebuster!!
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP/SPINEBUSTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsloY_mAgYc
Cassidy GROANED, heady and loud, momentarily unable to gather herself as she planted with authority, the small of her back arching after she had bounced a good inch off the deck. She slumped a second later, puddling into a heap with one leg bent up at the knee, blinking towards the rafters as she struggled to inhale a fresh breath.
Dark rolled atop her, claiming both of her legs before curling her up into a tight ball.
Alerted by the sounds of the collision, the Official spotted the unexpected pinfall scarcely half a second later, diving to the deck to begin his count.
ONE!
TWO!!
Kaycee kicked out, much to the relief of the FAWNatics, less so Amanda.
Dark rolled her neck slowly as she sat back up, looking backwards over her shoulder as a moaning Cassidy rolled over onto her side before slumping across her front.
“Don’t delude yourself,” Amanda scowled as she got slowly up.
Kaycee was attempting to do likewise, finding her way to her hands and knees, looking incredibly vulnerable before Dark. The Mother of Midnight clasped her hands together before raising them above her head, looking for all the world as though she was wielding a sledgehammer.
“No-one’s got your back,” she stated flatly before dropping down, scything her arms forwards to WHACK clenched fists across the base of Cassidy’s exposed neck!
Kaycee was left flattened across the canvas, a pained ‘erk’ rising from her throat as, stunned, she recoiled from the savage impact to her spine as though she had been struck by an axe. She blinked a few times, synapses misfiring and, with a soft sputtering she again, defiantly, tried to get back up.
Amanda robbed her of doing so under her own power, leaning forwards to wrap an arm about Kaycee’s noggin, she bullied her towards vertical in a stiff Front Headlock. With Cassidy swaying in her grasp, Dark slung one of the girls arms up and over her shoulders and, grasping the belt of the smaller brunettes’ white shorts, the Storm Reaper braced, flexed and then WHIPPED the Game Changers delicious frame up and over in a pitch perfect, Snap Suplex, SLAMMING her pliant frame back first against the canvas.
Plywood flexed as Kaycee guffed out a great gasp of pained air, wincing as her whole body trembled and, however briefly, her stamina threatened to give out. She lay in a puddle, moaning with short breaths, wincing as she, somehow, managed to sit up then slump forwards onto her palms. She began crawling away from Amanda, instinctively creating distance, searching for any port in the storm while the muscles in her back twitched.
“If they did,” Dark continued to dictate, rolling her wrists and getting back up, rubbing her eyes as she was apparently in no great hurry. From her position of superiority, she eyed Cassidy fighting to do the same, dragging herself over to one corner and, using the ring ropes, defiantly pulled herself up onto her knees. “You wouldn’t be out here with me.”
With a deep sigh, Kaycee found her feet, following up that exhale as she turned about on the spot, leaning back heavily on the turnbuckles before, with a shake of her head, she…
…ATE the entirety of a Big Boot!!
The FAWNatics unleashed a torrent of displeasure in Amanda’s direction after she charged across the ring, showing the most life she had done all evening, and SLAMMED the sole of her heavy-duty boot into the side of Cassidy’s all too yielding cheek! With her eyes rolling back and her body losing its fibre, Kaycee’s head snapped to the right and, had her arms not been slumped up and over the top ropes, she would have flopped to the canvas like a puppet with her strings cut.
Instead, she dangled in the corner just long enough for regain some minor semblance of her senses back and Dark to look her up and down. Cassidy had almost even found her feet when Amanda palmed the back of her neck and, with a dismissive shove, pushed her away from the turnbuckles and sent her stumbling out towards centre ring.
Slowly, the little warrior began turning around, her vision blurry and arms dangling down by her side, not quite able to make sense of the world around her as the FAWNatics tried desperately to cry out a warning. As such, their collective shouts fell on deaf ears, the Underdog Personified a sitting duck as Dark charged across the ring, extended her right arm, and damn near beheaded the smaller brunette with a Clothesline from Hell!!
With a WHACK that seemed to echo off the walls, the already reeling Kaycee was ripped off her feet and sent spinning through the air, tumbling head over heels before dropping to the deck. She slumped in a quivering heap, taunt buttocks involuntarily bucking upwards towards the rafters as a sharp spasm ran down the length of her spine.
Delivering a stiff kick to the splayed-out young women’s side, Amanda convinced Cassidy to roll over onto her back, Dark dropping down to straddle the girl’s hips and press her shoulders down to the mat.
The Official quickly joined her, counting…
ONE!
TWO!!
TH….
Kaycee thrust up one shoulder with a cry, rolling over onto on side whilst inhaling deep, greedy breaths.
“Do you know what I think?” Amanda questioned as she pressed her knuckles down on the deck, shaking her head as she released a deep sigh of barely repressed frustration. “I think that all of this is because you upset someone backstage and, because of that, you have been inflicted upon me to put you back in your place,” Dark lectured whilst palming the back of the slowly recovering Cassidy’s head.
“The next time someone in a suit tells you be a good girl and bend over,” Amanda continued, bodily hauling Kaycee up to her feet before she was ready, the brunette practically swooning in front of her. “Save me the future hassle, and just let them f*ck you!”
“Sc…Screw…”, Cassidy managed to find her voice, forcibly folded forwards and aimlessly pawing at Dark’s right hip. “Screw you!” she was able to mutter in defiance before delivering a quick jab to Dark’s gut only, this time, the taller brunette barely seemed to feel it, a great deal of strength lacking in comparison to her earlier punch.
“You’re not my type,” Amanda countered and delivered a stiff, sharp knee up into Kaycee’s unprotected chest, knocking a grunt out of her body and momentarily punting her up off the soles of her boots. The moment her feet came back down to earth, her knees shaky, Dark firmly collected with a Double Underhook, ensnaring the girl’s arms and trussing her up so tightly, she had no-where to go.
No-where, that is, except for exactly where Amanda wanted to take her, bracing her posture just long enough to power the smaller young woman up into the air and spin her about. Upon reaching the apex of the lift, Cassidy released a long and mournful groooooooan as she was slung up and over her more powerful adversaries’ shoulder in a ruthless Canadian Backbreaker!
Her misery became profound as her spine was curled the wrong way, jostled slowly up and down with a short gasps and deep moans punctuating her pain, both gravity and her own body weight conspiring to create ever growing torque along her vertebra. She shook her head, breathing shallow as she quivered, displayed high above the mat as her pert bosom hiked. Kaycee tried to grit her teeth, but fresh gasps prevented her from doing so and, just as she thought her back could not curl any further…
…Dark DROPPED down to her knees, the sudden stop as met the canvas sending a brutal shockwave running right up to the small of Cassidy’s spine and, with a wicked snap motion, The Angel’s eyes opened wide as her whole body was brutally JOLTED from head to toe, blinding her senses with pain.
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK CANADIAN BACKBREAKER DROP: @4:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaohEU16LPg
The Mother of Midnight released her, and Kaycee could not have dropped down to the canvas any harder, flopping out into a steaming heap as her right leg kicked out with random twitches.
Amanda rolled Cassidy over onto her back and lay atop her, pressing one palm down on the ivory clad warriors’ cheek whilst she pressed down on the girls sculptured tummy.
The Official was there to begin counting…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Again, Kaycee threw up her shoulder, kicking out with new signs of life and just barely hanging on.
“I…I sa… I said…” Cassidy stammered through pained breaths. “I said screw you.”
Dark made a face, sitting up and rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger, feeling her temples thump with a persistent, dull insistency. Her hangover refused to be ignored, and Kaycee was only making it worse.
Without a word, she pushed up onto her feet and, grabbing a firm hold of Cassidy, she hauled the Game Changer up to kneeling as well, preparing to bully her near flaccid physique up to standing…
…and received a blindly quick, karmically justified uppercut clean up between her thighs, Kaycee driving her forearm up against Amanda’s sex with a surprisingly meaty WHACK!!
Dark teetered on the spot, her mouth hanging open as the FAWNatics gasped in surprise for her, the taller brunette’s entire body turning rigid as she gagged on her words of fury, momentarily too paralysed to push them out. Unsurprisingly, the crowd had little sympathy for the Storm Reaper, and they soon began cheering as she started to back pedal in reverse.
“Watch the low blows,” the Official cautioned Cassidy, Kaycee looking back at him with an arched brow and faint disbelief.
“Really?” she questioned, sighing deeply and grimacing as her spine (not to mention her own privates) continued to protest the abuse they had suffered. “Where were you five minutes ago?”
The man in black and white blinked, not quite understanding.
“Forget it,” Cassidy waved aside his ignorance, forcing her diminutive stature up to standing. “Nothing but clean from now on,” she promised, reaching out to palm the back of Amanda’s head and, keeping her folded forwards, she reared back her right arm before CLOCKING!! Dark right beneath her chin with a blistering, European Uppercut!!
That was a WHACK that shot the Only Real Deal back up to standing straight, her eyes briefly losing focus as she started to take a step backwards. Kassidy prevented the involuntary retreat by grasping the other woman’s wrist and, after bracing herself, Cassidy yanked back on that limb and prepared to pivot on the spot to launch the bigger woman into an Irish Whip…
…only for Dark to slam on the brakes!
Amanda didn’t even more, deflating Kaycee’s would be come back and, snapping back to awareness, instead YANKED an unprepared Babyface forwards, pulling a wide-eyed Cassidy in before CRACKING her across the temple with a blistering right elbow!!
The Lights almost went out for The Angel, the little warrior spinning on the spot and looking visibly unsteady, but she didn’t get far as Dark retained a firm grip on her suddenly limp wrist. Amanda yanked her back in again, NAILING her with a second elbow, this one delivered with even more force than the first, Dark warming to her subject matter.
It was obvious to everyone that the shellshocked Kaycee was damn near out on her feet, but the Mother of Midnight would not let her tumble, instead reeling Cassidy back in for a third time and, when the Game Changer was involuntarily snuggled in close to Amanda, the stronger brunette snapped shut a shockingly tight Sleeper!
From head to toe, every inch of Kaycee’s captured frame stiffened, the young woman’s cheeks flushing as, with the smallest of movements, she shivered and shook. However, even as her chest hiked, it quickly became clear that she was no longer in a position to defend herself, hands swaying idly by her thighs as the submission was locked in, one arm wrapped tightly about her throat as the other held her head still.
Cassidy bucked, her peeper’s half lidded, her young body slowly robbed of its last vestiges of stamina and, with a forceful twist of her hold from a vindictive Amanda, Kaycee’s lips parted slightly as she moaned in defeat. There was no-where to go, and she lacked the remaining strength to get there and, all too gradually, her posture slackened as she was ruthlessly drained of her will to resist, Cassidy succumbing to a throttle that had toppled World Champions.
With one final shudder, and a particularly mean pulse from the Storm Reaper, Kaycee’s whole body quivered before her peepers fluttered shut, all life fleeing from her frame as, with a slump, her whole body turned flaccid. She was soon swaying in Amanda still tightening grasp, a ragdoll in her possession and only upright because Dark allowed it.
Increasingly concerned, the Official moved in to check her, lifting her limp right arm up to let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
…and the bell rang, confirming Amanda Dark’s victory.
The FAWNatics voiced their disappointment, especially when the Only Real Deal refused to let go of her prize until…
GOTTA SEE IT TO BELIEVE IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwqcCoaqCPQ
…returned to the loud speakers.
Even then, she did not immediately let go, instead popping the ensnared Cassidy up onto her tip toes and, somehow, tightening the Sleeper even further. Kaycee offered no resistance, no longer even conscious, and only when her features began to turn crimson did Dark let her go, the Underdog Personified dropping boneless to the deck and displaying zero signs of getting back up again.
“Let’s not have this talk again,” Amanda grimaced, creaking her neck and making her way over to her corner, the FAWNatics booing her every step of the way. Leaning over the top rope, she received both her jacket and her shades from Carla and, after putting them on, she sat back down on the very same, second turnbuckle she started the match on.
Almost absently, after a long yawn, she tilted her head to one side, addressing Crash as calmly as though she were ordering a fresh drink.
“Get a chair,” she commanded, and those in the crowd close enough to hear (not to mention the hard camera), immediately began to voice their collective concern. The rest of the arena soon picked up on the mounting panic, especially when Carla set about doing exactly that, securing the steel furniture from behind a commentary table and tossing it inside the ring.
“Now hold on,” the Official attempted to slow things down. “You’ve won Amanda, you do anything else, I’m flipping the decision against you.”
Shoulders slumped and posture languid, Dark released a loud belch before trying to make herself more comfortable.
“Me?” Amanda questioned, projecting an air of disinterest. “You’ve got it all wrong buckaroo. I’m not going to do anything; I’ve got all the heat I need for tonight.”
It took the man in black and white a moment longer to realise where he had errored, the shouts of the crowd increasing several decibels before he turned around and found Crash already in the ring.
The Hardcore Hellcat was scraping the remains the barely responsive Cassidy off the canvas, powering the unconscious young woman high off the mat and up to sitting on Carla’s shoulders. The Official didn’t even have time to voice his protest before Crash turned about, momentarily popped Kaycee even higher into the air, before FLINGING The Angel back down to earth and THROUGH a steel chair with a Hellacious Powerbomb!!
The plywood itself almost buckled beneath the brutal slam, and Cassidy was barely moving, crumpled in a heap as her right leg twitched.
Amanda exhaled in, for the first time tonight, something like an approximation of satisfaction.
“Good girl.”