Post by hawkeye on May 3, 2021 23:15:42 GMT
The FAWNatics mill about in the stands, getting comfortable as they wait for tonight’s fisticuffs to begin. The next contenders are a mystery; the match is a “Special addition.” Everyone has settled in with their beer and popcorn when the house speakers blare to life and blast Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere! and the ticket holders become unglued! The Bootyshocker appearance at Thrills and Chills won’t be a one-time thing. She’s building to something.
Ms. New Booty
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LAKEISHA BATES
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains! And The cacophony of jeers and cheers increases as she spreads her surprisingly defined arms and legs in outstretched 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she views the crowd with a knowing smirk on her face, 'The Man's Army’ claims to hate her, but whenever she comes back to Florida, Bates is greeted like a beloved heroine till the peons remember their orders.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a wide black belt, for lack of a better term, that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel and defined abs in the center of the polygon. A pair of heavy black rings connect the top, belt, and bottoms, and a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is complete with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion on both sides of the southern border eventually walks to the ring, taking her time and soaking in the crowd’s excitement. Returned from her most recent sabbatical from FAWN, Bates has clearly stepped up her training, possibly for her upcoming challenge for the BMD title. From lats to traps, everything on LaKeisha is newly defined and in its prime, particularly that era-defining ass of hers. FAWNatics and Ass Addicts all agree it looks the roundest and firmest it’s ever been, at least fans assume. No one would dare try to cop a feel or risk getting Rumpshaked through the pavement.
The Woman with Dangerous Curves reaches ringside and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee hold open the ropes for her, which he does, albeit with some reluctance. LaKeisha steps through the ropes, pausing ever so briefly to clench her rear as a tease to the camera before fully entering the ring.
Bates waves for a microphone, and one promptly finds its way into her hands. She raises it to her lips but lowers it, listening with a bemused expression the changeover of the crowd’s ecstatic cheers to hateful boos. Sheep be sheepin’.
With a hand on a shapely hip, Lakeisha brings the microphone back up and jaws with the audience, “In my first match since Mexico, I issued an open challenge and some undead, vampire chick named Elizabeth Thorn stepped up… and we had a hell of a fight?“ The crowd gives a mild roar in approval of Bates’ praises of the vampire, Bates’ face screws up, and her voice rises in pitch near the end of her statement. Lakeisha is surprised by her admission; the Texan is not the type to tout the values of others not working for/with her, but Elizabeth Thorn made for a return match that was the envy of many a retired grappler. Lakeisha’s stock rose that night, and credit where credit is due.
The Nubian Queen waves off confusing affirmative feelings and the fan’s good tidings; she had business to do. “But tonight is a new night! I’m to Rumpshake bytches and put sellouts on notice! So I’m issuing another open challenge, any in catering want a taste of this sweet ass?” Bates swirls her hand over her left glute before giving it a harsh SLAP that ripples her cheeks, “Then come on up and get broken by the booty!”
LaKeisha throws the microphone away where it’s an overly dedicated ring attendant dives for the equipment like it’s a dropped baby. LaKeisha gets into a wide crouch with her hands on her knees, thrusting out those buns of steel wrapped in gold to lucky fans in the front row. There’s a beat of silence backed by the murmur of thousands in attendance, and then the lights go out. A drumroll kicks up as spotlights illuminate and swirl across the arena. FAWNatics hoot and holler in excitement as the rays pass over them. LaKeisha tenses up. All this production means someone leaked the Texan’s appearance. Who’s going to come out? Another veteran from FAWN’s past or some highly sought-after talent looking to make a name for herself in Orlando?
All the spotlights gather nine-tenths up the ramp, the drums keeping the tempo steady as a hunched figure in the dark shuffles through the curtains. The challenger’s too far away from the light, moving slowly and awkwardly. A long cane bears much of the challenger’s weight. She must be ancient. Was this a wrestler from the Gold Dust Trio era?
The figure neared the spotlight on shaky legs. The butt of the cane hitting the cold, metal ramp with Tok! at each interval, at the step before she crosses the threshold, the club slips on some unseen thing, and the old(?) woman scarily lurches forward- into an agile as hell somersault before leaping into the shaft of light in the gymnastic’s ready position! Feet together, legs straight, arms out in a ‘Y’ and a bright smile on her face. A modern band’s cover of a classic rock anthem fills the air, and the FAWNatics take her in with applause and cheers for the old school showmanship and for the fact she was hawt, blonde and ready to rock.
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Pour Some Sugar On Me
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“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugarrrmaaan!!!”
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) recognized the young rookie as Debra Sugerman. The ingenue accumulated a good, short run in the beaches, and Debra’s training in LAW’s development school was recorded in episodic videos online. Now Little Debbie is fresh out of wrestling school and ready to test her skills on less grainy shores. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear was a swirling rainbow of sequin that glittered under the harsh lights of FAWN. And if you look close enough, each bead was shaped to resemble a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushed through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirled her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turned the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a peach-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the dumbfounded LaKeisha in the ring, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Get ready for the sweet taste of defeat!”
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip swivelling march around the ring; the candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step. Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing cane to guide fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to a cast of thousands.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
Before the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tense like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The light shower of sweetener endears the new face to masses quickly, free stuff and a great song? Sold! Debra turns to a now fuming Bates and gives her a saucy wink as the music fades away, spinning the lollipop in her mouth between thumb and forefinger. LaKeisha bites the inside of her cheek from going off on a rant. Some nobody with unscuffed boots gets this kind of production while a former WORLD CHAMPION has to issue open challenges to get on the PPV? This is some bullshit! And no way that accent is natural. Debra finally hands off her cane to a ring attendant and allows the official to pat her down, throwing her hands over the top rope to lounge against the buckles. She’s entirely at ease. No gimmicks detected. The zebra waves for the bell to get the show started.
DING! DING!
Her face stern with disapproval, LaKeisha cracks her neck and stalks forward, gesturing for the newbie to come out of the corner with both hands. “Come on, sweetmeat! Let’s see if you’re worth the dollars for that entrance!” Debra makes a big show of stepping out of the corner, her first step a big Rockette style kick as she whips her hands down to slap the middle cable. Debra mirrors LaKeisha’s movements, circuiting the ring but with the added taunt of hitting her shoulders and biceps. The mascot turned matwoman seems to be baiting the larger, visibly stronger woman to a test of strength.
Bates derisively puffs air from closed lips. “Pffhh!” and changes her path to a beeline for the nervy newbie, arms raised and ready to take Debra in for an Elbow and Collar. They’re on course to collide off-center of the ring; when there’s about a foot of space between them, both women rear up on their toes to lunge into a grapple. Debra and Keish dart forward at the same time-Whiff! Lakeisha hugs air and nearly pratfalls when the Southern(?) belle snaps away and back peddles to the ropes. The chuckling of Da peons burns in Bates’ ears. The irate Bootyshock General points to a spot of canvas in front of her and stomps.
“What the fuck, bitch! This the big leagues, I don’t have time for this shit!!”
Her cocksure expression unchanged since she entered the spotlight, Sugerman waves her off with a finger (the index, she’s not THAT rude), silently telling her unamused foe to wait. With the same hand, Sugerman puts a thumb and index finger to her lips and slowly pulls out the peach lollipop from earlier, now wet and shiny with saliva. It looks like the official was a bit frazzled from the LAW graduate’s entrance and didn’t question the candy’s disappearance. Throwing her arms behind her, Debra backrolls off the top rope onto the apron and hops down to the floor while Bates reads the riot act to the zebra, “Of course you let the White girl sneak a gimmick in, you lazy, biased…!”
Holding the confection aloft, Debra walks along the guardrail scanning the first few rows with a discerning eye, her other hand moving side to side in the air like she was mentally scrolling through Tinder. Immediately catching on to what the immediate fan favourite was laying down, FAWNatics spring out of their seats waving and hollering to be the lucky chosen one. Debra stops and grins wide, spying a tall, broad-shouldered Asian man in a tight Chloe Fields t-shirt, “We have a winner!”
The flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her just recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the subtly raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the moment, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth. FAWNatics are quickly taking a liking to this sweetie from Stone Mountain, though a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap given the nature of FAWN; you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
Debra places a hand on a cocked hip and eyes up the hardbody Harold, pointing with her other hand with a bent arm, twirling the index in a circle around the fan’s presence. “If you’re likin’ the taste of that sucker wait till done work and I’ll show-”
“Will you get in the damn ring!”
Debra turns her head to see the Booty Queen gripping the top rope tightly, shaking it with her tremors of anger. “Your skank ass can push for Johns after I Rumpshake you through the pavement!” Sugerman nods with her palms up in a condescending manner and turns back to the fan enjoying a fine Sugerman product and winks, “Back in a sec, sweetie.” The former beachfighter skips around a set of steel steps, smartly heading to the farthest corner away from Lakeisha and sliding under the bottom rope. Getting to her feet with an unnecessary Kip Up, Debra shakes her arms out and makes a show of cracking her neck, “Alright. Your stay of execution’s over Honeybuns. You’re about to taste the painbow.”
Bates has a look of mild shock and shakes her head slightly, rendered silent by how much she instantly dislikes this bimbo. The Rumpshaker hasn’t hated anyone this much since that walking ass implants commercial Cassava Onika. She mutters under her breath as they inch toward each other, “Blondie wants her career ended today. S’okay, I can do that...”
Physical contact in this contact sport is finally achieved, the women staring against each other in an Elbow and Collar. Debra holds the Booty Battler at bay for a brief moment before she buckles under LaKeisha’s vast power advantage. LK’s not rushing the rookie, but she isn’t taking her time either, walking Sugerman back with long, smooth strides. Debra’s red sneakers skid against the canvas as she leans in hard, trying to push Bates back, but the veteran is unstoppable. Only the immovable ring post halts the retreat,
LK shoves Debra hard against the buckles with a vibrating thump! Pressing in close to let Little Debbie feel her curves and the weight behind them, Bates moves her hand to give the blonde a disrespectful pieface. Debra muffles heated protests and whips her head wildly to get away from the palm mashing her nose flat and playing with her features like clay.
“Rbff! Imin de ropesshisss!”
LaKeisha stops force-feeding Sugerman metaphorical pie and pushes up on blondie’s chin till her neck stretches uncomfortably against the top buckle. Sugerman flapped and thrashed her arms to bully her way out of the corner, but they just ineffectually bounce off LaKeisha’s brawny arms. Debra stamps her feet to deal with the discomfort and speed up the official’s count. It didn’t, but he didn’t give Bates any slack either. The official discards the perfunctory warning and goes straight to the count. Lakeisha pours all her strength into popping the sugar cracker’s head off in the five seconds allotted before breaking away. Like a skydancer on a windy day, Debra falls forward into an ugly landing on the canvas. Luckily she got her elbows up in time to save her, in her reinforced opinion, classically beautiful face. Bates sneers at Sugerman as she collects herself, “That all the fight you got Sugar crisp? Go back to hawking junk food. You ain’t fit for the ring.”
Rubbing her neck, Debra pulls herself up with the ropes and leans back into the corner. One eye closed in a grimace, Debra answers back with a sardonic expression and tone, “Seeing how half of your ass keeps bursting out of your shorts when you move, you’re not fit for the ring.”
LaKeisha’s face twists in rage, she shoots forward with a kneelift “You bytchass- Gahh!” Instead of soft, southern underbelly LaKeisha’s joint jars painfully against the padded steel of the buckle. Sugerman slides away just in time to avoid a gutting, with a bonus of watching Bates hobble backwards on one leg cursing a blue streak. After a quick lean back into the coils, Debra races forward and thwaps a clothesline to Bates’ sternum, taking the legend off her feet and asprawl. The Nubian Queen lets a pained huff of air when she hits the deck but rolls to her side and is back to boot leather in less than a second. Just as LK raises her head, she is brought low by another running clothesline; Sugerman keeps her pace to hit the ropes as the veteran grunts in pain and frustration and scrambles to stand. Sugerman races back to meet a rising LaKeisha and gets the hat trick! Blasting LaKeisha to the canvas and momentarily into an involuntary matchbook, pointing those big, beautiful buns to the lights while Debra throws a fist in the air to ecstatic cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Sugerman’s honeyed voice echoes over the din of the spectators as she saunters over to Bates, who’s trying to rise to a knee. “Y’all ready to see my new finisher!” The FAWNatics give their resounding approval, eager to learn more about the new face in the promotion, and Sugerman turns her head and smiles back sweetly in return. Little Debbie’s been working crowds since she was a toddler; she was the longtime mascot of her family’s confectionery company, her face on every wrapper. Years back, some high-minded ‘family values’ women’s group advocated that Debra was “Inspiring aphrodisia” in their children during the blonde’s early teens, so her family had Debra replaced with a cartoon character. Meddling prudes.
LaKeisha stares a hole in the canvas and mumbles an admonishment to herself as she gets her bearings, “Goddamn it, get it together. This bikini SPAM bytch is making a fool of you.” Mentally reset, Lakeisha pushes to her feet, getting three-quarters of the way up when the point of Debra’s elbow jams into her trapezius, dropping Bates back to proposal position. Debra jackhammers six more elbow drops to the same spot to keep Bates good and compliant. Taking her by the scruff of the neck, Little Debbie drags LaKeisha to her feet and grabs her by the left wrist and twists it like a Twizzler with an Arm Wringer. Drawing the arm across herself, Debra gets shoulder to shoulder with Bates while placing her right foot between the veteran’s boots. The blazing beachfighter retakes LaKeisha by the back of the neck and forces her to bend over. Debra’s tone is artificially sweet and purposely mocking as she speaks to Bates, “Thanks for the easy debut, ma'am."
The sheer, white-hot rage LaKeisha feels at being Ma’amed makes the Rumpshaker go still and nearly chokes off LaKeisha’s heated response, “ Y-you bitcCHHH!”
Sugerman wrenches LaKeisha up till she was beyond standing straight into a painful arch, and like a rubber band, snaps forward, taking them both off their feet with LaKeisha’s face and chest taking the brunt of the landing. Texan’s brain rattling in her skull by being driven into the covered plywood with a Forward Russian Legsweep.
SUGER SLAM
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The Rumpshaker’s beautiful features flatten against the canvas with a THUNK! A wave of motion travels throughout her body, kicking her legs up before she slumps flat on the ring floor, big backside twitching. Debra rolls the stunned beauty onto her back before reclining into a lacklustre backpress pin. Debbie hooks the near leg more for show than proper technique, disrespectfully crossing her legs at the knee like she’s lounging on a couch instead of a former world champion. With a content expression on her face, Debra wags her free hand, shooting out a finger in time with the ref’s count.
One!
Two!!
Th- LaKeisha shoves free! The first generation FAWN star avoids a humiliating blowout, at least for the moment. At 2.5, LaKeisha shoves the sauce tart off of her chest and rolls onto her elbows. Debra was a bit startled from the kick-out, but it doesn’t seem to break her permanently saccharine mindset. Little Debbie kips up to her feet with a showwoman’s flourish while LK slowly pushes off the canvas to stooped feet, still clearing the spots in her vision from the header to the canvas. Debra has her back to LaKeisha’s shoulder when a mischievous thought enters her mind. Debra swings back her right leg back to bury her heel into Bates’ toned, chocolate midsection “Guhh!” doubling the now gasping veteran over, Bates’ long, luxurious hair waving inches from the canvas.
Still smiling sweetly(some would say smugly), Sugerman balls her fists and tucks her arms in as she bends forward, still facing away from LaKeisha. The on-a-roll rookie chirps, “Boop!” as she hops backwards, ‘booping’ the left side of The Bootyshocker’s face lightly with her pert, rainbow bottom. There wasn’t enough force to knock LaKeisha down, but she did stumble, the dangerously curvy competitor planting her away leg in time to land in a sloppy three-point stance. The FAWNatics “OOOHHHH!!” loudly at the audacity of a rookie to hip strike the LaKeisha Bates. Little Debbie straightens a bit but still keeps her patootie cocked and pointed at the currently blank-faced veteran. Impishly looking over her shoulder, Debra rubs a hand over her cheeks and gives her left glue a tiny pinch. “These buns are fresh out the oven and sugary sweet! Those lardballs you’re carrying around are stale as all hell, WAY past the expiration date.”
LaKeisha leaves these stingings taunts unheeded. She remains entirely still in a hunched position staring out into a sea of wrestling fans with wide eyes and a closed mouth. Spectators are a little unsettled, is she frozen in shock? Sugerman pays it no mind as she strolls over to the cationic star. Sugerman twirls her tines in LaKeisha’s hair and starts pulling up the old gal by the roots. “What’s the matter, grandma? I knock somethingGOOAHH!!”
LaKeisha explodes from the ground with the force of a space shuttle, driving her fist in, and possibly through Debra’s stomach. The blonde’s taken off her feet and has to throw up her hands to keep from faceplanting. Guts churning and limbs noodling. Debra wretches audibly and shakily try to stand before she’s fully vertical LaKeisha snatches the rookie by the follicles with both hands, dragging her nails painfully along Sugerman’s scalp as she pulls her into a sick kneelift to the Georgian’s heaving stomach.
“Hurragh!”
Debra’s healthy complexion looks to be turning green; the former mascot bumps her chin on the canvas when she falls to her haunches and drops like a sack of dirt. Debra tightly wraps her arms around her middle in a pitiful attempt to stop the big mean lady from disembowelling her. Bates savagely rips Sugerman’s upper body off the mat and bends down to read her the riot act. Cranking Debra’s head back, her breathless and nauseous face meets LaKeisha’s snarling visage, “You just stepped on a big landmine BITCH!” LaKeisha straightens and swings her hips forward to blast Little Debbie in the face with a side of rump roast. The blonde becomes a bobblehead, brains and eyeballs rattling in her skull when that broad backside thumps against her features. Debra’s body lurches back, only kept somewhat vertical by the hurtful grip on her tresses. LK swings dat booty back and flings it forward like a battering ram, her glutes pasting the rookie over and over like jabs from a heavyweight. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! The sixth shot has some extra pepper and knocks Debra free from Bates’ clutches and into a sprawl on the canvas, wisps of golden hair ripped from her head can be seen in the Texan’s clenched fist.
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That last encounter with Bates’ assets looks to have hit the reset Sugerman’s brain, the gumdrop grappler turning over onto hands and knees, crawling gawkily to the ropes for safety and a general sense of positioning. Her fluttering hand finds the bottom strand and grips it like a lifeline, croaking over a shoulder to the referee, “I’m in the ropes! Keep her back!” Following the rubber-coated steel to a corner, Debra takes a seat against the bottom turnbuckle and heaving in deep breaths.
The zebra has no issue keeping the broiling booty warrior back; LK began backpedalling to the far corner as soon as Sugerman started crawling. Debra licks her lips, checking if it’s possible to be busted open by a hip check because it sure felt like it did! A few passes of the tongue, and no blood is detected, but there’ll Be some swelling in the morning. Her vision and mind begin to refocus as a thumpthumpthump echoes in tune with vibration waves Debra feels growing in the canvas. Still disoriented by butt punches she blinks, and recognizes the concept of a charging LaKeisha, a full second before her mind registers it as a threat. The terrible Texan’s long legs cut across the ring in a blink, LaKeisha’s very underrated jugs sloshing in her gold bandeau top distracting the referee and to a lesser extent, Debra. Bates effortlessly steps into an arcing front flip, flying the last short distance to her scatterbrained crashpad. Finally recognizing the danger she’s in, Debra hasn’t the strength or time to dodge and stares at LaKeisha’s awesome ass descending upon her; in the heiress’s horror, Bates’ buns moved in slow motion like a waking nightmare. Cringing, Debra looks Away and puts her hands up pleadingly the moment before impact-
Backin' it up
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BWWUNNGGG!!
Debra Sugerman flattens under LaKeisha’s Rolling Senton like a Raiders of The Lost Arc outtake. Her head painfully sandwiched between the newly steel hard booty and the leather padded steel of the turnbuckle. LaKeisha rolls back to a knee between the splattered Sugerman’s splayed legs and CRACKS a hateful Bytch slap across the rookie’s face. Debra’s head whips to the side and returns with bearing a bright red handprint on her cheek. Her punchdrunk expression gives no indication she felt it. Lakeisha sees Debra’s slack jaw and unfocused eyes and feels even madder, this fake Southern Comfort has the gall to embarrass her, and she’s gonna pull a Sad Sanders before LaKeisha can even the score? Bullshit! LK lifts Debra by the cleavage cutout into a proper seat against the bottom buckle, the former beachfighter’s head lolling on her shoulders, awake but senseless. Lakeisha gets up and streaks back to the far corner, altering her path slightly to hit the coils on the right side of the pads and heads back in a full sprint. Little demolished Debbie starts to edge back to consciousness, blinking and sputtering out a groan of “W-wait…” before she’s creamed by Bates’ patented Running Butt Smash.
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An increasingly uneasy crowd bellows in unison a sympathetic groan watching Debra’s head whiplash under the middle buckle. Debra screens to the side and catches on the bottom rope, her right arm dangling over the apron. Without looking back, LaKeisha stalks to the middle of the ring and turns her back to the Hard camera, making sure the millions of viewers got a good, long look at the Buns of Mass Destruction that dominated the wrestling world for nearly twenty years now. LaKeisha looks over her shoulder with a furious expression and takes a digging grip of her right butt cheek. She shouts a message to Debra, every wrestler in the back, Every FAWNatic and perhaps herself as well.
“These cakes ain’t nowhere NEAR an expiration date! I got a lot left in the tank! Any doubters are free to come up and get a taste of the best seat in the world!”
Bates gives herself a hard, cracking SPANK that makes her flesh jiggle and masochists shiver as an exclamation point. LaKeisha turns her attention back to the adequately humbled, overhyped bikini meat that was Debra Sugerman. The Stone Mountain Sweetie shows some fortitude by getting to all fours and dragging herself deeper into the ring. Debra may be on autopilot because anyone with common sense would run out of the ring as fast as possible. Releasing a pained breath, a sweaty, bedraggled Debra struggles to get her feet under her and slowly pushes off the canvas. She gets as far as a bent-over crouch when Debra hits a warm and supple ceiling; LaKeisha Bates has swept her heavy hindquarters onto Sugerman’s head as she scooped the arms of the maltreated former mascot in dual underhooks. LK is unusually silent; with no hurtful barbs or boasts, she lets the tension spike in the brief moment before the descent. Sugerman realizes what’s about to happen and squeaks a fearful “No!”
The blonde’s plea acts as a starter’s pistol for LaKeisha; The Girl from the Ghetto rises to her tiptoes then plummets onto her haunches, crushing Debra’s skull under her prodigious rump. The sugar-peddling rookie’s legs kick up and fall bonelessly to the mat as the ring floor ripples under the might of Bates’ Reverse Pedigree. LaKeisha places her hands on her hips and lightly bounces her not-so-light ass against the back of Debra’s head, bouncing and mashing the moaning girl’s features against the rough canvas.
LaKeisha cranes her neck down so the living seat cushion could her better, “I get the feeling you’re too much of a lazy rich girl to watch tape. So in case you didn’t know, that move is called Kiss the Canvas, Bitch!”
LaKeisha gets her feet under her and stalks the perimeter of the ring, clapping and jaw jacking with the FAWNatics.
“Where’re all the cheers? Where’s all the singing? This girl passes out some treats to the class, and you made her the next Great White Hope! Give her some love!”
The Orlando crowd lambasts the OG FAWN star with echoing boos in response, their hate for the career heel is as full and seething as it ever was.
During Lakeisha’s riling of the fans, the official kneels and checks on Debra Sugerman’s condition, a referee stoppage won’t put him in the boss’s good books, but the competitor’s health comes first. The battered LAW graduate is twitching put responds to the zebra’s queries with unfocused and undecipherable groans. “Mmmmph...oohhh.”
Debra lazily rolls onto her back and tries to someone whatever energy she has left for a comeback; she stares up at the hot houselights glaring down at her. The stars she was was seeing from the last header to the canvas mixes in with the ceiling fixtures, creating an aurora borealis only Debra could see. Sugerman sighs and croaks, “Not how I thought my FAWN debut would go, but this is nice…” Bates places her feet on either side of Debra’s head, and a shadow falls across the former mascot’s face, the charming illusion now eclipsed by Bates’ perfectly round moon. The Rumpshaker gives her cheeks a clench, and Debra shivers in fear like she can feel pressure on her whole body. LaKeisha’s cold voice washing over her doesn’t help, “Better than nice, you flat assed bitch. Time to send you back to the indies and the beaches.”
Any absurd thought of stealing victory from a quagmire of defeat disappears from Sugerman’s mind, and she thinks only of self-preservation. She tries to squirm away, but Bates takes Sugerman’s wrists so tightly she can feel the bones grinding and sharply pulls up the rookie into an inversed headscissors. Debra yells a submission, “IGIVEMMMPH!” but is cut off by LK’s undercarriage pressing tightly against her mouth. LaKeisha’s thick thighs shred into a marvellous definition for a long, sustained beat giving Debra a disturbingly accurate simulation of having her head stuck in a trash compactor. The LAW school graduate now locked in a backbend, Sugerman’s boots beat against the mat in pain, her sobbing screams muffled by Bates’ crotch. The officials begging The Nubian Queen to let an arm so he can check for a forfeit, but Bates pays him no heed. LaKeisha savours the good vibrations Debra’s mewling sends through her womanhood and cracks a smirk, “betcha you regret disrespesctin’ me now, huh?”
If Debra didn’t before, she certainly did in the next moment; Lakeisha Bates hops into the air and THUNKs Debra Sugerman’s head into the ring floor, crushing it between the plywood and dat ass with the aptly named finisher, the Rumpshaker. A violent shudder passes through the rookie’s body, and then she goes still. The only motions from Little Debbie being gulping, pale belly and fluttering chest. LaKeisha puts her hands on her hips and goes into a deep, widespread crouch on Debra’s face, making sure all of her 135lbs was concentrated on her cushy rear and keeping Debra’s nose deep in crack throughout the…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING!DING!
“Your winner by pinfall! LaKeisha Bates!”
LaKeisha teases, giving Little Debbie an old school glazing with some rapid, sweeping grinds but dismounts after one last deep, slllloow drag off Debra’s sleeping face. Pushing the noodled rookie into a seat, LaKeisha roughly strips Sugerman of her crop top, exposing her perky chest to thousands of catcalling fans and numerous camera flashes. Bates quickly twists the tope into a tight strand and uses it to bind Sugerman’s arms behind her back. The victorious Rumpshaker growls against the unresponsive Georgian’s ear, “Normally, you’d wake up with my cum on your face for the shit you said, but you don’t deserve the honour.”
Bates shoves Debra onto her side, throws a leg over to straddle her hip and starts untying Debra’s expensive new red sneakers. Pulling them free, Bates throws each one deep into the crowd where hungry hands fight over them. LaKeisha gets Sugerman free of her tight, tight, multicoloured pants with jerking tugs leaving only a purple thong to cover her modesty. LaKeisha gives her a swat on the bum calling the blondie “Tramp,” and throws the stolen gear into the front row to a Hawaiian FAWNatic wearing an old Dangerous Curves t-shirt, remarking, “The first smart fan I’ve met.”
LK easily slips Debbie’s thong off her body and stretches it taut; she places it in the blondes drooling mouth and ties it tight. LaKeisha digs the fingers of her left hand into Sugerman’s cheeks, giving her a ”fish face: made more pronounced by the makeshift harness. LaKeisha speaks low and slowly so her words could penetrate Sugerman’s unconscious and reach into her dreams, “Don’t ever let me catch you in my sight again, skank. Ptchoo!” LK spits into Debra’s face. The defeated beachfighter remains insensate, not moving or speaking beyond wheezing through her gag, the saliva dripping across her closed eye and dripping down her cheek.
LaKeisha drops Debra like discarded trash and stands up. She throws a fist in the air and places a boot on Sugerman’s belly to a chorus of boos. LaKeisha Bates looks into the hard cam for a final message before the promo for the next match begins.
“If you doubt the Rump, get ready to be Shaken!”
Ms. New Booty
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LAKEISHA BATES
LaKeisha Bates bursts through the curtains! And The cacophony of jeers and cheers increases as she spreads her surprisingly defined arms and legs in outstretched 'V's and slaps her hands together at her crotch. Her hands move to her hips where she views the crowd with a knowing smirk on her face, 'The Man's Army’ claims to hate her, but whenever she comes back to Florida, Bates is greeted like a beloved heroine till the peons remember their orders.
Bates stands clad in gold bikini bottoms with a thick black edging and a matching bandeau top. The letters LK are inscribed across the top in flowing, black-glitter script. Around her waist is a wide black belt, for lack of a better term, that splits into a diamond shape around the front to frame her navel and defined abs in the center of the polygon. A pair of heavy black rings connect the top, belt, and bottoms, and a third and final ring connects the top to a black choker around her throat. Inscribed across the back of her briefs is 'RUMPSHAKA' in the same flowing black script that graces her bosom. The look is complete with flat black boots and pads, the boots stencilled with LK in gold script.
The former World AND Tag Team Champion on both sides of the southern border eventually walks to the ring, taking her time and soaking in the crowd’s excitement. Returned from her most recent sabbatical from FAWN, Bates has clearly stepped up her training, possibly for her upcoming challenge for the BMD title. From lats to traps, everything on LaKeisha is newly defined and in its prime, particularly that era-defining ass of hers. FAWNatics and Ass Addicts all agree it looks the roundest and firmest it’s ever been, at least fans assume. No one would dare try to cop a feel or risk getting Rumpshaked through the pavement.
The Woman with Dangerous Curves reaches ringside and ascends the steps with all the majesty one would expect of the Nubian Queen. Bates promptly DEMANDS that the referee hold open the ropes for her, which he does, albeit with some reluctance. LaKeisha steps through the ropes, pausing ever so briefly to clench her rear as a tease to the camera before fully entering the ring.
Bates waves for a microphone, and one promptly finds its way into her hands. She raises it to her lips but lowers it, listening with a bemused expression the changeover of the crowd’s ecstatic cheers to hateful boos. Sheep be sheepin’.
With a hand on a shapely hip, Lakeisha brings the microphone back up and jaws with the audience, “In my first match since Mexico, I issued an open challenge and some undead, vampire chick named Elizabeth Thorn stepped up… and we had a hell of a fight?“ The crowd gives a mild roar in approval of Bates’ praises of the vampire, Bates’ face screws up, and her voice rises in pitch near the end of her statement. Lakeisha is surprised by her admission; the Texan is not the type to tout the values of others not working for/with her, but Elizabeth Thorn made for a return match that was the envy of many a retired grappler. Lakeisha’s stock rose that night, and credit where credit is due.
The Nubian Queen waves off confusing affirmative feelings and the fan’s good tidings; she had business to do. “But tonight is a new night! I’m to Rumpshake bytches and put sellouts on notice! So I’m issuing another open challenge, any in catering want a taste of this sweet ass?” Bates swirls her hand over her left glute before giving it a harsh SLAP that ripples her cheeks, “Then come on up and get broken by the booty!”
LaKeisha throws the microphone away where it’s an overly dedicated ring attendant dives for the equipment like it’s a dropped baby. LaKeisha gets into a wide crouch with her hands on her knees, thrusting out those buns of steel wrapped in gold to lucky fans in the front row. There’s a beat of silence backed by the murmur of thousands in attendance, and then the lights go out. A drumroll kicks up as spotlights illuminate and swirl across the arena. FAWNatics hoot and holler in excitement as the rays pass over them. LaKeisha tenses up. All this production means someone leaked the Texan’s appearance. Who’s going to come out? Another veteran from FAWN’s past or some highly sought-after talent looking to make a name for herself in Orlando?
All the spotlights gather nine-tenths up the ramp, the drums keeping the tempo steady as a hunched figure in the dark shuffles through the curtains. The challenger’s too far away from the light, moving slowly and awkwardly. A long cane bears much of the challenger’s weight. She must be ancient. Was this a wrestler from the Gold Dust Trio era?
The figure neared the spotlight on shaky legs. The butt of the cane hitting the cold, metal ramp with Tok! at each interval, at the step before she crosses the threshold, the club slips on some unseen thing, and the old(?) woman scarily lurches forward- into an agile as hell somersault before leaping into the shaft of light in the gymnastic’s ready position! Feet together, legs straight, arms out in a ‘Y’ and a bright smile on her face. A modern band’s cover of a classic rock anthem fills the air, and the FAWNatics take her in with applause and cheers for the old school showmanship and for the fact she was hawt, blonde and ready to rock.
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Pour Some Sugar On Me
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“Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugarrrmaaan!!!”
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) recognized the young rookie as Debra Sugerman. The ingenue accumulated a good, short run in the beaches, and Debra’s training in LAW’s development school was recorded in episodic videos online. Now Little Debbie is fresh out of wrestling school and ready to test her skills on less grainy shores. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear was a swirling rainbow of sequin that glittered under the harsh lights of FAWN. And if you look close enough, each bead was shaped to resemble a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushed through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirled her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turned the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a peach-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the dumbfounded LaKeisha in the ring, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Get ready for the sweet taste of defeat!”
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip swivelling march around the ring; the candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step. Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing cane to guide fans’ voices, playing choirmaster to a cast of thousands.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
Before the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tense like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The light shower of sweetener endears the new face to masses quickly, free stuff and a great song? Sold! Debra turns to a now fuming Bates and gives her a saucy wink as the music fades away, spinning the lollipop in her mouth between thumb and forefinger. LaKeisha bites the inside of her cheek from going off on a rant. Some nobody with unscuffed boots gets this kind of production while a former WORLD CHAMPION has to issue open challenges to get on the PPV? This is some bullshit! And no way that accent is natural. Debra finally hands off her cane to a ring attendant and allows the official to pat her down, throwing her hands over the top rope to lounge against the buckles. She’s entirely at ease. No gimmicks detected. The zebra waves for the bell to get the show started.
DING! DING!
Her face stern with disapproval, LaKeisha cracks her neck and stalks forward, gesturing for the newbie to come out of the corner with both hands. “Come on, sweetmeat! Let’s see if you’re worth the dollars for that entrance!” Debra makes a big show of stepping out of the corner, her first step a big Rockette style kick as she whips her hands down to slap the middle cable. Debra mirrors LaKeisha’s movements, circuiting the ring but with the added taunt of hitting her shoulders and biceps. The mascot turned matwoman seems to be baiting the larger, visibly stronger woman to a test of strength.
Bates derisively puffs air from closed lips. “Pffhh!” and changes her path to a beeline for the nervy newbie, arms raised and ready to take Debra in for an Elbow and Collar. They’re on course to collide off-center of the ring; when there’s about a foot of space between them, both women rear up on their toes to lunge into a grapple. Debra and Keish dart forward at the same time-Whiff! Lakeisha hugs air and nearly pratfalls when the Southern(?) belle snaps away and back peddles to the ropes. The chuckling of Da peons burns in Bates’ ears. The irate Bootyshock General points to a spot of canvas in front of her and stomps.
“What the fuck, bitch! This the big leagues, I don’t have time for this shit!!”
Her cocksure expression unchanged since she entered the spotlight, Sugerman waves her off with a finger (the index, she’s not THAT rude), silently telling her unamused foe to wait. With the same hand, Sugerman puts a thumb and index finger to her lips and slowly pulls out the peach lollipop from earlier, now wet and shiny with saliva. It looks like the official was a bit frazzled from the LAW graduate’s entrance and didn’t question the candy’s disappearance. Throwing her arms behind her, Debra backrolls off the top rope onto the apron and hops down to the floor while Bates reads the riot act to the zebra, “Of course you let the White girl sneak a gimmick in, you lazy, biased…!”
Holding the confection aloft, Debra walks along the guardrail scanning the first few rows with a discerning eye, her other hand moving side to side in the air like she was mentally scrolling through Tinder. Immediately catching on to what the immediate fan favourite was laying down, FAWNatics spring out of their seats waving and hollering to be the lucky chosen one. Debra stops and grins wide, spying a tall, broad-shouldered Asian man in a tight Chloe Fields t-shirt, “We have a winner!”
The flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her just recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the subtly raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the moment, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth. FAWNatics are quickly taking a liking to this sweetie from Stone Mountain, though a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap given the nature of FAWN; you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
Debra places a hand on a cocked hip and eyes up the hardbody Harold, pointing with her other hand with a bent arm, twirling the index in a circle around the fan’s presence. “If you’re likin’ the taste of that sucker wait till done work and I’ll show-”
“Will you get in the damn ring!”
Debra turns her head to see the Booty Queen gripping the top rope tightly, shaking it with her tremors of anger. “Your skank ass can push for Johns after I Rumpshake you through the pavement!” Sugerman nods with her palms up in a condescending manner and turns back to the fan enjoying a fine Sugerman product and winks, “Back in a sec, sweetie.” The former beachfighter skips around a set of steel steps, smartly heading to the farthest corner away from Lakeisha and sliding under the bottom rope. Getting to her feet with an unnecessary Kip Up, Debra shakes her arms out and makes a show of cracking her neck, “Alright. Your stay of execution’s over Honeybuns. You’re about to taste the painbow.”
Bates has a look of mild shock and shakes her head slightly, rendered silent by how much she instantly dislikes this bimbo. The Rumpshaker hasn’t hated anyone this much since that walking ass implants commercial Cassava Onika. She mutters under her breath as they inch toward each other, “Blondie wants her career ended today. S’okay, I can do that...”
Physical contact in this contact sport is finally achieved, the women staring against each other in an Elbow and Collar. Debra holds the Booty Battler at bay for a brief moment before she buckles under LaKeisha’s vast power advantage. LK’s not rushing the rookie, but she isn’t taking her time either, walking Sugerman back with long, smooth strides. Debra’s red sneakers skid against the canvas as she leans in hard, trying to push Bates back, but the veteran is unstoppable. Only the immovable ring post halts the retreat,
LK shoves Debra hard against the buckles with a vibrating thump! Pressing in close to let Little Debbie feel her curves and the weight behind them, Bates moves her hand to give the blonde a disrespectful pieface. Debra muffles heated protests and whips her head wildly to get away from the palm mashing her nose flat and playing with her features like clay.
“Rbff! Imin de ropesshisss!”
LaKeisha stops force-feeding Sugerman metaphorical pie and pushes up on blondie’s chin till her neck stretches uncomfortably against the top buckle. Sugerman flapped and thrashed her arms to bully her way out of the corner, but they just ineffectually bounce off LaKeisha’s brawny arms. Debra stamps her feet to deal with the discomfort and speed up the official’s count. It didn’t, but he didn’t give Bates any slack either. The official discards the perfunctory warning and goes straight to the count. Lakeisha pours all her strength into popping the sugar cracker’s head off in the five seconds allotted before breaking away. Like a skydancer on a windy day, Debra falls forward into an ugly landing on the canvas. Luckily she got her elbows up in time to save her, in her reinforced opinion, classically beautiful face. Bates sneers at Sugerman as she collects herself, “That all the fight you got Sugar crisp? Go back to hawking junk food. You ain’t fit for the ring.”
Rubbing her neck, Debra pulls herself up with the ropes and leans back into the corner. One eye closed in a grimace, Debra answers back with a sardonic expression and tone, “Seeing how half of your ass keeps bursting out of your shorts when you move, you’re not fit for the ring.”
LaKeisha’s face twists in rage, she shoots forward with a kneelift “You bytchass- Gahh!” Instead of soft, southern underbelly LaKeisha’s joint jars painfully against the padded steel of the buckle. Sugerman slides away just in time to avoid a gutting, with a bonus of watching Bates hobble backwards on one leg cursing a blue streak. After a quick lean back into the coils, Debra races forward and thwaps a clothesline to Bates’ sternum, taking the legend off her feet and asprawl. The Nubian Queen lets a pained huff of air when she hits the deck but rolls to her side and is back to boot leather in less than a second. Just as LK raises her head, she is brought low by another running clothesline; Sugerman keeps her pace to hit the ropes as the veteran grunts in pain and frustration and scrambles to stand. Sugerman races back to meet a rising LaKeisha and gets the hat trick! Blasting LaKeisha to the canvas and momentarily into an involuntary matchbook, pointing those big, beautiful buns to the lights while Debra throws a fist in the air to ecstatic cheers from the surrounding crowd.
Sugerman’s honeyed voice echoes over the din of the spectators as she saunters over to Bates, who’s trying to rise to a knee. “Y’all ready to see my new finisher!” The FAWNatics give their resounding approval, eager to learn more about the new face in the promotion, and Sugerman turns her head and smiles back sweetly in return. Little Debbie’s been working crowds since she was a toddler; she was the longtime mascot of her family’s confectionery company, her face on every wrapper. Years back, some high-minded ‘family values’ women’s group advocated that Debra was “Inspiring aphrodisia” in their children during the blonde’s early teens, so her family had Debra replaced with a cartoon character. Meddling prudes.
LaKeisha stares a hole in the canvas and mumbles an admonishment to herself as she gets her bearings, “Goddamn it, get it together. This bikini SPAM bytch is making a fool of you.” Mentally reset, Lakeisha pushes to her feet, getting three-quarters of the way up when the point of Debra’s elbow jams into her trapezius, dropping Bates back to proposal position. Debra jackhammers six more elbow drops to the same spot to keep Bates good and compliant. Taking her by the scruff of the neck, Little Debbie drags LaKeisha to her feet and grabs her by the left wrist and twists it like a Twizzler with an Arm Wringer. Drawing the arm across herself, Debra gets shoulder to shoulder with Bates while placing her right foot between the veteran’s boots. The blazing beachfighter retakes LaKeisha by the back of the neck and forces her to bend over. Debra’s tone is artificially sweet and purposely mocking as she speaks to Bates, “Thanks for the easy debut, ma'am."
The sheer, white-hot rage LaKeisha feels at being Ma’amed makes the Rumpshaker go still and nearly chokes off LaKeisha’s heated response, “ Y-you bitcCHHH!”
Sugerman wrenches LaKeisha up till she was beyond standing straight into a painful arch, and like a rubber band, snaps forward, taking them both off their feet with LaKeisha’s face and chest taking the brunt of the landing. Texan’s brain rattling in her skull by being driven into the covered plywood with a Forward Russian Legsweep.
SUGER SLAM
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The Rumpshaker’s beautiful features flatten against the canvas with a THUNK! A wave of motion travels throughout her body, kicking her legs up before she slumps flat on the ring floor, big backside twitching. Debra rolls the stunned beauty onto her back before reclining into a lacklustre backpress pin. Debbie hooks the near leg more for show than proper technique, disrespectfully crossing her legs at the knee like she’s lounging on a couch instead of a former world champion. With a content expression on her face, Debra wags her free hand, shooting out a finger in time with the ref’s count.
One!
Two!!
Th- LaKeisha shoves free! The first generation FAWN star avoids a humiliating blowout, at least for the moment. At 2.5, LaKeisha shoves the sauce tart off of her chest and rolls onto her elbows. Debra was a bit startled from the kick-out, but it doesn’t seem to break her permanently saccharine mindset. Little Debbie kips up to her feet with a showwoman’s flourish while LK slowly pushes off the canvas to stooped feet, still clearing the spots in her vision from the header to the canvas. Debra has her back to LaKeisha’s shoulder when a mischievous thought enters her mind. Debra swings back her right leg back to bury her heel into Bates’ toned, chocolate midsection “Guhh!” doubling the now gasping veteran over, Bates’ long, luxurious hair waving inches from the canvas.
Still smiling sweetly(some would say smugly), Sugerman balls her fists and tucks her arms in as she bends forward, still facing away from LaKeisha. The on-a-roll rookie chirps, “Boop!” as she hops backwards, ‘booping’ the left side of The Bootyshocker’s face lightly with her pert, rainbow bottom. There wasn’t enough force to knock LaKeisha down, but she did stumble, the dangerously curvy competitor planting her away leg in time to land in a sloppy three-point stance. The FAWNatics “OOOHHHH!!” loudly at the audacity of a rookie to hip strike the LaKeisha Bates. Little Debbie straightens a bit but still keeps her patootie cocked and pointed at the currently blank-faced veteran. Impishly looking over her shoulder, Debra rubs a hand over her cheeks and gives her left glue a tiny pinch. “These buns are fresh out the oven and sugary sweet! Those lardballs you’re carrying around are stale as all hell, WAY past the expiration date.”
LaKeisha leaves these stingings taunts unheeded. She remains entirely still in a hunched position staring out into a sea of wrestling fans with wide eyes and a closed mouth. Spectators are a little unsettled, is she frozen in shock? Sugerman pays it no mind as she strolls over to the cationic star. Sugerman twirls her tines in LaKeisha’s hair and starts pulling up the old gal by the roots. “What’s the matter, grandma? I knock somethingGOOAHH!!”
LaKeisha explodes from the ground with the force of a space shuttle, driving her fist in, and possibly through Debra’s stomach. The blonde’s taken off her feet and has to throw up her hands to keep from faceplanting. Guts churning and limbs noodling. Debra wretches audibly and shakily try to stand before she’s fully vertical LaKeisha snatches the rookie by the follicles with both hands, dragging her nails painfully along Sugerman’s scalp as she pulls her into a sick kneelift to the Georgian’s heaving stomach.
“Hurragh!”
Debra’s healthy complexion looks to be turning green; the former mascot bumps her chin on the canvas when she falls to her haunches and drops like a sack of dirt. Debra tightly wraps her arms around her middle in a pitiful attempt to stop the big mean lady from disembowelling her. Bates savagely rips Sugerman’s upper body off the mat and bends down to read her the riot act. Cranking Debra’s head back, her breathless and nauseous face meets LaKeisha’s snarling visage, “You just stepped on a big landmine BITCH!” LaKeisha straightens and swings her hips forward to blast Little Debbie in the face with a side of rump roast. The blonde becomes a bobblehead, brains and eyeballs rattling in her skull when that broad backside thumps against her features. Debra’s body lurches back, only kept somewhat vertical by the hurtful grip on her tresses. LK swings dat booty back and flings it forward like a battering ram, her glutes pasting the rookie over and over like jabs from a heavyweight. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! The sixth shot has some extra pepper and knocks Debra free from Bates’ clutches and into a sprawl on the canvas, wisps of golden hair ripped from her head can be seen in the Texan’s clenched fist.
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That last encounter with Bates’ assets looks to have hit the reset Sugerman’s brain, the gumdrop grappler turning over onto hands and knees, crawling gawkily to the ropes for safety and a general sense of positioning. Her fluttering hand finds the bottom strand and grips it like a lifeline, croaking over a shoulder to the referee, “I’m in the ropes! Keep her back!” Following the rubber-coated steel to a corner, Debra takes a seat against the bottom turnbuckle and heaving in deep breaths.
The zebra has no issue keeping the broiling booty warrior back; LK began backpedalling to the far corner as soon as Sugerman started crawling. Debra licks her lips, checking if it’s possible to be busted open by a hip check because it sure felt like it did! A few passes of the tongue, and no blood is detected, but there’ll Be some swelling in the morning. Her vision and mind begin to refocus as a thumpthumpthump echoes in tune with vibration waves Debra feels growing in the canvas. Still disoriented by butt punches she blinks, and recognizes the concept of a charging LaKeisha, a full second before her mind registers it as a threat. The terrible Texan’s long legs cut across the ring in a blink, LaKeisha’s very underrated jugs sloshing in her gold bandeau top distracting the referee and to a lesser extent, Debra. Bates effortlessly steps into an arcing front flip, flying the last short distance to her scatterbrained crashpad. Finally recognizing the danger she’s in, Debra hasn’t the strength or time to dodge and stares at LaKeisha’s awesome ass descending upon her; in the heiress’s horror, Bates’ buns moved in slow motion like a waking nightmare. Cringing, Debra looks Away and puts her hands up pleadingly the moment before impact-
Backin' it up
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BWWUNNGGG!!
Debra Sugerman flattens under LaKeisha’s Rolling Senton like a Raiders of The Lost Arc outtake. Her head painfully sandwiched between the newly steel hard booty and the leather padded steel of the turnbuckle. LaKeisha rolls back to a knee between the splattered Sugerman’s splayed legs and CRACKS a hateful Bytch slap across the rookie’s face. Debra’s head whips to the side and returns with bearing a bright red handprint on her cheek. Her punchdrunk expression gives no indication she felt it. Lakeisha sees Debra’s slack jaw and unfocused eyes and feels even madder, this fake Southern Comfort has the gall to embarrass her, and she’s gonna pull a Sad Sanders before LaKeisha can even the score? Bullshit! LK lifts Debra by the cleavage cutout into a proper seat against the bottom buckle, the former beachfighter’s head lolling on her shoulders, awake but senseless. Lakeisha gets up and streaks back to the far corner, altering her path slightly to hit the coils on the right side of the pads and heads back in a full sprint. Little demolished Debbie starts to edge back to consciousness, blinking and sputtering out a groan of “W-wait…” before she’s creamed by Bates’ patented Running Butt Smash.
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An increasingly uneasy crowd bellows in unison a sympathetic groan watching Debra’s head whiplash under the middle buckle. Debra screens to the side and catches on the bottom rope, her right arm dangling over the apron. Without looking back, LaKeisha stalks to the middle of the ring and turns her back to the Hard camera, making sure the millions of viewers got a good, long look at the Buns of Mass Destruction that dominated the wrestling world for nearly twenty years now. LaKeisha looks over her shoulder with a furious expression and takes a digging grip of her right butt cheek. She shouts a message to Debra, every wrestler in the back, Every FAWNatic and perhaps herself as well.
“These cakes ain’t nowhere NEAR an expiration date! I got a lot left in the tank! Any doubters are free to come up and get a taste of the best seat in the world!”
Bates gives herself a hard, cracking SPANK that makes her flesh jiggle and masochists shiver as an exclamation point. LaKeisha turns her attention back to the adequately humbled, overhyped bikini meat that was Debra Sugerman. The Stone Mountain Sweetie shows some fortitude by getting to all fours and dragging herself deeper into the ring. Debra may be on autopilot because anyone with common sense would run out of the ring as fast as possible. Releasing a pained breath, a sweaty, bedraggled Debra struggles to get her feet under her and slowly pushes off the canvas. She gets as far as a bent-over crouch when Debra hits a warm and supple ceiling; LaKeisha Bates has swept her heavy hindquarters onto Sugerman’s head as she scooped the arms of the maltreated former mascot in dual underhooks. LK is unusually silent; with no hurtful barbs or boasts, she lets the tension spike in the brief moment before the descent. Sugerman realizes what’s about to happen and squeaks a fearful “No!”
The blonde’s plea acts as a starter’s pistol for LaKeisha; The Girl from the Ghetto rises to her tiptoes then plummets onto her haunches, crushing Debra’s skull under her prodigious rump. The sugar-peddling rookie’s legs kick up and fall bonelessly to the mat as the ring floor ripples under the might of Bates’ Reverse Pedigree. LaKeisha places her hands on her hips and lightly bounces her not-so-light ass against the back of Debra’s head, bouncing and mashing the moaning girl’s features against the rough canvas.
LaKeisha cranes her neck down so the living seat cushion could her better, “I get the feeling you’re too much of a lazy rich girl to watch tape. So in case you didn’t know, that move is called Kiss the Canvas, Bitch!”
LaKeisha gets her feet under her and stalks the perimeter of the ring, clapping and jaw jacking with the FAWNatics.
“Where’re all the cheers? Where’s all the singing? This girl passes out some treats to the class, and you made her the next Great White Hope! Give her some love!”
The Orlando crowd lambasts the OG FAWN star with echoing boos in response, their hate for the career heel is as full and seething as it ever was.
During Lakeisha’s riling of the fans, the official kneels and checks on Debra Sugerman’s condition, a referee stoppage won’t put him in the boss’s good books, but the competitor’s health comes first. The battered LAW graduate is twitching put responds to the zebra’s queries with unfocused and undecipherable groans. “Mmmmph...oohhh.”
Debra lazily rolls onto her back and tries to someone whatever energy she has left for a comeback; she stares up at the hot houselights glaring down at her. The stars she was was seeing from the last header to the canvas mixes in with the ceiling fixtures, creating an aurora borealis only Debra could see. Sugerman sighs and croaks, “Not how I thought my FAWN debut would go, but this is nice…” Bates places her feet on either side of Debra’s head, and a shadow falls across the former mascot’s face, the charming illusion now eclipsed by Bates’ perfectly round moon. The Rumpshaker gives her cheeks a clench, and Debra shivers in fear like she can feel pressure on her whole body. LaKeisha’s cold voice washing over her doesn’t help, “Better than nice, you flat assed bitch. Time to send you back to the indies and the beaches.”
Any absurd thought of stealing victory from a quagmire of defeat disappears from Sugerman’s mind, and she thinks only of self-preservation. She tries to squirm away, but Bates takes Sugerman’s wrists so tightly she can feel the bones grinding and sharply pulls up the rookie into an inversed headscissors. Debra yells a submission, “IGIVEMMMPH!” but is cut off by LK’s undercarriage pressing tightly against her mouth. LaKeisha’s thick thighs shred into a marvellous definition for a long, sustained beat giving Debra a disturbingly accurate simulation of having her head stuck in a trash compactor. The LAW school graduate now locked in a backbend, Sugerman’s boots beat against the mat in pain, her sobbing screams muffled by Bates’ crotch. The officials begging The Nubian Queen to let an arm so he can check for a forfeit, but Bates pays him no heed. LaKeisha savours the good vibrations Debra’s mewling sends through her womanhood and cracks a smirk, “betcha you regret disrespesctin’ me now, huh?”
If Debra didn’t before, she certainly did in the next moment; Lakeisha Bates hops into the air and THUNKs Debra Sugerman’s head into the ring floor, crushing it between the plywood and dat ass with the aptly named finisher, the Rumpshaker. A violent shudder passes through the rookie’s body, and then she goes still. The only motions from Little Debbie being gulping, pale belly and fluttering chest. LaKeisha puts her hands on her hips and goes into a deep, widespread crouch on Debra’s face, making sure all of her 135lbs was concentrated on her cushy rear and keeping Debra’s nose deep in crack throughout the…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING!DING!
“Your winner by pinfall! LaKeisha Bates!”
LaKeisha teases, giving Little Debbie an old school glazing with some rapid, sweeping grinds but dismounts after one last deep, slllloow drag off Debra’s sleeping face. Pushing the noodled rookie into a seat, LaKeisha roughly strips Sugerman of her crop top, exposing her perky chest to thousands of catcalling fans and numerous camera flashes. Bates quickly twists the tope into a tight strand and uses it to bind Sugerman’s arms behind her back. The victorious Rumpshaker growls against the unresponsive Georgian’s ear, “Normally, you’d wake up with my cum on your face for the shit you said, but you don’t deserve the honour.”
Bates shoves Debra onto her side, throws a leg over to straddle her hip and starts untying Debra’s expensive new red sneakers. Pulling them free, Bates throws each one deep into the crowd where hungry hands fight over them. LaKeisha gets Sugerman free of her tight, tight, multicoloured pants with jerking tugs leaving only a purple thong to cover her modesty. LaKeisha gives her a swat on the bum calling the blondie “Tramp,” and throws the stolen gear into the front row to a Hawaiian FAWNatic wearing an old Dangerous Curves t-shirt, remarking, “The first smart fan I’ve met.”
LK easily slips Debbie’s thong off her body and stretches it taut; she places it in the blondes drooling mouth and ties it tight. LaKeisha digs the fingers of her left hand into Sugerman’s cheeks, giving her a ”fish face: made more pronounced by the makeshift harness. LaKeisha speaks low and slowly so her words could penetrate Sugerman’s unconscious and reach into her dreams, “Don’t ever let me catch you in my sight again, skank. Ptchoo!” LK spits into Debra’s face. The defeated beachfighter remains insensate, not moving or speaking beyond wheezing through her gag, the saliva dripping across her closed eye and dripping down her cheek.
LaKeisha drops Debra like discarded trash and stands up. She throws a fist in the air and places a boot on Sugerman’s belly to a chorus of boos. LaKeisha Bates looks into the hard cam for a final message before the promo for the next match begins.
“If you doubt the Rump, get ready to be Shaken!”