Post by hawkeye on Aug 9, 2021 0:19:33 GMT
The announcer rechecks his info cards on last time before lifting his microphone to his lips, “ The next match is scheduled for one fall!”
The Fawnatics boom an echo a half step behind, “One Fall!!!”
The announcer smiles and waits for their voices to die down before he continues, “ and a twenty-minute time limit. The winner is decided by pinfall, knockout, or submission. Introducing first… from Los Angeles, California weighing in at 115 lbs CRYSTAL HILTON!!!”
All of a sudden “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco starts playing all over the PA system. Two spotlights are pointed at the entranceway. A silhouette of a woman is standing behind the curtains. From there emerges a woman wearing a white sleeveless Reflection of Perfection hooded sweatshirt and a white wrestling skirt. That woman is none other than Crystal Hilton and the fans emerge into some loud boos.
CRYSTAL HILTON
Despite the boos Crystal arrogantly struts her way to the ring in her pink boots with a huge gathering of paparazzi taking photo after photo of her. Crystal grins as she stops in the middle of the entranceway. She takes out the two white roses pinned to her hair and throws them into the crowd. Finally, she walks to the ring and stretches each leg out onto the apron. She does a split to enter the ring, giving the camera an excellent view up her skirt to broadcast her round ass in a pink thong across the FAWNtron screen, and all the male fans in the audience go nuts as they cheer excitedly. She giggles as she kips up to his feet. Crystal takes her hoody off, revealing a white sports bra decorated with pink roses and does a backflip in the center of the ring. She grins as she walks towards the apron and poses for cameras waiting in anticipation for her opponent to come out.
OUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face, steps out confidently is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her second entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom.
She wore her now standard white, shiny pants that looked painted on for tonight's contest. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass; along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey-blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiles coyly at the reaction she’s receiving and saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans.
Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, a line of silver buttons on the white shirt are visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step of her white boots, reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. Near the external circuit of the ring, she spies a noisy couple of ginger-haired postgraduate women, the short one wearing a Cassava Onika: BMD t-shirt, the tall one wearing a vintage Haily Kenndy JMD tank top. They’re two posterboard signs that combined lettered, YOU BETRAYED VICTORIA AND NOW SHE’S BROKEN! Danica frowns at the sign. The young women lay into her with descriptive insults, seeing their chance to make LAW’s poster girl reflect on her controversial actions. In a flash of movement, Danica hooks her fingers in the back of the short one’s hair and drives her shocked face into her cleavage! The jugging victim’s girlfriend stares in shock as a furious Dadal gives her woman a thorough scrubbing to a loudly approving crowd! Seeing security beginning to trickle in, Danica shoves the gasping and dishevelled fan back into her seat and struts onward to the ring with a mocking swivel in her step, and she yells angrily out over her shoulder, “Vic’s still kicking ass! She’s just been quiet lately. Mind your business!”
Danica’s once wholesome friendship with her spiritual big sister/teacher may have true one-sidedly cruel. Still, no one else is allowed to doubt the character of Victoria Hackensmidt or else get a faceful of Polish sweater fillers. Danica turns back to face the ring-
OOOHHH!!!
Danica Dadal is blasted off her feet into a painful tumble across the metal ramp by a missile-like Crystal Hilton. Insulted by the LAW immigrant thinking she has the stamina to spare for fighting fans. The actress turned wrestler charged across the ring and flew headfirst between the ropes to use Danica as a shapely crashpad. Hilton lands almost painless on her hands and knees while Danica bangs her shoulder on the edge of the ramp. “
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Argh!” The ponytailed blonde grips her hurting joint and tenses up in pain. A vertical Crystal yanks Dadal to her feet by the ponytail, deliberately ignoring the pleas from the referee to “Take it inside the ropes!”
“I will do whatever the hell I wanna do!” She pumps a knee into Dadal’s gut doubling the LAW wrestler over. Taking a probing grip of Dadal’s buttcheek and the scruff of her neck Hilton gives her opponent the bum’s rush outside of the ring and throws her into the guardrail. Danica turns in time to save her shoulder, but the harsh meeting of metal to back does her no favours either. Danica shudders and cries out, “Aaaah!” arching her back and thrusting out those infamous JMDs(Juggs of MMass Destruction, for the uninformed). Too tempting target to pass up, Crystal takes three quick steps back and puts boots to breasts with a powerful dropkick flipping Danica over the guardrail into a heap on the floor, at the shoes of screaming fans.
Crystalraises her hands points down at herself as she heads over to collect the Indie trash management set her up against, jawing to the crowd, “I’m too good to be facing no-name bikini fillers! I should be in the main event!” If the FAWNatics had tomatoes, they’d be throwing them at Crystal for that delusional statement, and they drown the arena in boos as Hilton reaches over the guardrail and works her tines into the base of Danica’s ponytail. The LAW blonde hisses in pain; she feels her scalp lead the rest of her body up. As soon as she can, Danica throws an arm over the guardrail to steady herself and punches Crystal in the solar plexus with her free fist. The Jungle vet lets out a hoarse “Ough!” and doubles over but keeps her scratchy grip on Danica’s hair. Still hanging on to the partition, Danica drives her first into the same spot one, two, three times more, each blow harder than the last. Hilton looks a little green and nearly falls to a knee but has two hands in Dadal’s honey locks now, albeit with a loose hold.
The FAWNatics’s mood goes up considerably seeing the lascivious LAW wrestler get some offence in. Danica snarls in anger, somehow making that look attractive, and grabs the back of Crystal’s head, dragging her nails across her scalp in payback. Danica’s about to smash Crystal’s head into the guardrail when the red carpet wrassler comes to life, pulling Danica into a kneelift to the forehead, then taking her into a squeezing front facelock. Grabbing a handful of Dadal’s waistband, Crystal hoists the Polish Pitbull to high-noon in a Suplex hold, giving her opponent a not insignificant wedgie in the process. Hilton shows off some rarely scene strength holding Danica up for four Mississippis before lowering the bustier blonde the way she came, gutting Danica on the guardrail. Danica lets out a deep, bellowing groan as she folds like laundry on a clothesline, eyes bugged out and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Crystal taunts angrily to her face, “I got a Golden Globe for a reason, Bitch!” Crystal punctuates that brag with a slap across Danica’s cheek, whipping her head to the left, then reaching over to give The Squire’s lower cheeks the same treatment before tipping her back onto the padded pavement.
Danica struggles a bit as Crystal yanks her up by the hair and throws her inside the ring. Crystal quickly follows suit and rolls into the ring as well. She waits in anticipation for Danica to rise to her feet. The blonde slowly staggers to her feet as the actress quickly sprints towards her. Hilton runs at full speed, but Danica moves out of the way at the last second causing Crystal to run right into the corner turnbuckle. The movie star is in a daze as she turns around, favoring her head, and Daddy Dadal quickly kicks her in the gut before tucking Hilton’s head under an arm before she takes her down to the mat with a very powerful DDT.
Hilton seems out of it as Danica quickly begins to ascend to the top rope. She is screaming for the actress to rise to her feet. Hilton can make it to her feet, which is when Danica thinks of going for a Meteora. The only problem is the Latina is quick to lunge at the ropes forcing the blonde to land split-legged against the corner turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Hilton slowly ascends to the top strands facing Danica. She offers a hard slap to her face before jumping up, wrapping her legs around her neck and taking her down to the mat with a hurricanrana. The crowd all began to chant “HOLY SHIT!!” as both women are laid out in the center of the ring. Crystal is the first to stir as she crawls and places an arm over Danica.
The referee is quick on the scene slapping his palm against the canvas One! Two! Thre- Danica throws a fist up so hard she rolls onto her front. Crystal angrily cusses out the zebra, “That was three, you moron!” Crystal shoves him away, stomps over to a prone Danica, and hooks an arm around her neck, lifting the LAW wrestler with a choke. Crystal growls into Danica’s ear as she sets up a Suplex, “Time to continue the ride.” The Rose of The Jungle hups Dadal into the air, but the Polish Pitbull bicycles her legs and sets herself back down. Choking her grip, Danica throws herself back, dropping Hilton cranium first against the covered plywood!
BLOOPER REEL
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Crystal does a light bounce before settling with her cheek against the mat and ass up. After a few seconds, the actress slowly rolls a few revolutions away, cradling her head and kicking her feet, mewling from the second DDT in a short time. Danica pushes off a hand to a seat and swipes some hair out of her face. “Sneak attacks how you gals do it in FAWN now? I’m kicking your flat ass back to the Jungle bytch.”
Danica walks behind an all-fours Crystal and snatches her ankles, pulling the legs taut. Crystal yelps finding herself in an assisted push-up. With no taunt as an appetizer, Danica punts Crystal between the legs getting a groan from the audience and a shrill wail from the agonized blonde. Danica takes Hilton by the ankles and spreads them wide, pressing her pelvis to the Jungle Dweller’s backside; the LAW wrestler loops her hands around Hilton’s belly, “That’s for the rope shit. This is for fun!” Dadal throws herself back, splattering Crystal with a Wheelbarrow Suplex.
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The suplex causes the Rose to land right on her head. She reaches for her head in pain as Danica is the one who is in control now. The LAW wrestler doesn’t waste any time lifting Crystal high into the air. She positions her across her shoulders and doesn’t hesitate before dropping her down with a Burning Hammer. Crystal is spiked against the canvas. She pops back up before falling back down unconscious. Danica seems almost disappointed. “Really? Is that all you got?!”
Crystal, however, doesn’t offer a response, and out of anger, the LAW wrestler begins to deliver a vicious mudhole stomping into Crystal. She stomps away, hoping to get some type of reaction and what she gets is groans and grunts as the Latina curls into a ball. Danica viciously undoes the ball and sits on Hilton’s lower back. She grabs at a leg pulling it back as far she can, placing her into a half crap. The actress screams loudly in return. “OH, DIOS MIOS!!!!”
Danica pulls the Shapley stolen stem farther and farther back, bending Hilton into a spine creaking C. Crystal screeching and clawing at the mat. Still, she’s not giving up, Danica bounces her firm butt against the small of the actress’s back and starts to really leeean into the hold when a cheer erupts from the crowd. Danica drops her legs and raises her fists with a bright smile. She got the W! Danica’s about to start a tour of the corner posts when the zebra places the hand on her shoulder waving emphatically,” No, no! She didn’t tap!”
Confused, Danica darts her eyes down to the writhing Crytal. Curreently curled into a fetal ball and massaging her tortured hamstring. Danica spies another ell built ( not as much Danica, obviously) strolling down the ramp with a confident sway in her step.
JULIET MORGAN
The blonde smirked as she walked down to get a closer look. She shook her head in disgust as she glanced at the other blonde standing in the ring. Danica was confused as she placed her hands on her hips to share some words with the rocker. Juliet smiles as she tells Danica to look behind her, and as soon as she does, she walks right into a superkick. Danica begins to wobble, and Crystal doesn’t waste any time as she leaps up onto Danica’s shoulders and takes her down hard with a Mysteriorana.
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She forms a pinfall attempt, and the zebra quickly drops down, making a count.
One!
Two!
The official stops hand two inches from the mat. Crystal’s about to insult the man’s intelligence and sexual prowess when he points to the edge of the ring where Danica has her ring, and index fingers wrapped tightly around the bottom rope. Crystal growls in frustration and moves up Danica’s struggling form till the LAW invader’s mouth, and nose are covered by Hilton’s crotch, separated by a thin layer of lycra. Riding out Danica’s loud but muffled protests with sweeping grinds, Hilton berates the ref with searing eye contact, unknowingly awakening a cuckold fetish in the zebra that he’ll explore in private later, “You count too slow! I would’ve won if you had at least a first-grade education.”
Her engine beginning to warm up, Crystal gives Dadal’s nose a final bounce before dismounting, snatching a wrist as she gets up from a knee to raise her redfaced and gasping victim to verticality. Crystal pulls on the back of Dadal’s hair to lift her chin- Crack! Danica whips Hilton’s head to the side with what could be a Palm thrust, but the lack of air and twisting headscissors made it more of a Bytch Slap. Either way, the actress’s cheek is branded and burning. Crystal whips back to face Danica with a hand reaching back to strike, but she’s too slow on the trigger and gets pulled into a barrage of forearms to face from a furious Daddy Dadal. Hilton backs up three-quarters of the ring with rapid blows, Danica finally halts her storm, and the Rose of The Jungle is stunned on feet and swaying. Danica twists Crystal’s left wing in an Arm Wringer wrenching on it a cou[le times before sending Crystal the last stretch of the canvas with an Irish Whip. Hilton may have been playing possum judging by how her gait steadies her second step and goes into a full sprint. Crystal uses the taut cables as a ladder. Balancing on the top rope for half-second for an excellent camera shot, Crystal launches off the cable toward Danica with a Springboard Crossbody. There’s a Thwap! The sound of a sweaty body on sweaty body. Danica stumbles back on her heels but remains standing with the squirming actress in her arms. With a grunt of exertion, Danica crouches the human bundle explodes up to throw Crystal back with a Fallaway Slam- Crystal slides out of the LAW wrestler’s grip at the apex and drops onto her feet behind Dadal. Crystal bends her foe back with an inverted headlock and falls onto her front, simultaneously slamming Danica on the back of her head and shoulders.
INVERTED DDT
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Crystal doesn’t waste any time as she drops down on top of her for a pinfall attempt. One… two…. Danica is able to get up at the last possible second. Crystal begins to complain to the referee about it not being a three-count as she dusts herself off before she looks over at the top of the ropes. She grins, looking down at Danica. “It’s time to make sure you wither.”
Without hesitation, she leaps off going for a 630, Crystal’s never going to be a fan favourite, but they’ll always pop big for a display of The Rose’s athletism. The aggressive actress tucks her knees in at the apex of her jump and spins forward, flashing through one and a half revolutions before she nearly perforates herself on Danica’s raised knees.
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Hilton bounces of Dadal’s weaponized joints with a pained wail and lands in a three-point stance, but she’s far from looking like a superhero with one hand massaging her spine. Juliet rolls her eyes and shakes her head at this display, dismissively commenting, “Of course.” Hilton crawls away from her crash landing till she’s in the safety of a corner and rests her forehead against a buckle; throwing an arm over the middle rope, the actress dry heaves in pain. Though she came out the better of two in that last exchange, it was not painless for Dadal. Gritting her teeth, she hugs her hurting knees close and bites down a yell. The excellent training from her former tag partner Victoria tells Danica to roll to the outside and stretch her legs out, then approach her opponent’s blind spot. So that's precisely what the LAW wrestler does. Swinging her legs off the apron, Danica hisses when landing both boots on the outside. She totters in a circuit around the ring with one hand skirting along the edge of the ring. The official throws up both his hands and starts to count Danica out, “One!... Two!...”
Both wrestlers ignore the zebra. Danica’s focusing on getting her legs back in order while inching closer to the Jungle denizen from the outside. Crystal falsely and pridefully believes the balloon-breasted indie darling is still lying on the mat recovering from Crystal’s wave of offence. The worst of the fire in her spine dying down, Crystal pulls herself up using the turnbuckles and shoves off the post to stomp back toward her prey, who was not where she left her!
Crystal whirls around wide-eyed “Where is she?” not seeing LAW’s top dog in the Orlando arena. The crowd cheers and jeers at the heel’s befuddlement, not giving away that Dadal is crouching behind the ring steps at Hilton’s back, ducking down when the actress turned her direction. Bidding her time till Crystal turned to accuse the ref of taking sides and hiding “LAW’s bottom bitch” LAW’s top dawg slides into the ring and kicks off the canvas into a run. Crystal’s full attention is on castigating the official, stepping close so that any spittle from her yelling would land on his person. Ambushing the actress from behind, Danica pops her head under Crystal’s shoulder and with her hand between the actress’s legs, she lifts the heel across her shoulders.
“You drooling moron! You’re on the take, aren’t you? You’re not robbing me of my spotlight, you pervy-whoaaa!!” Hilton finds herself hoisted and dropped on her head and shoulders with an Olympic Slam, emphasis on the slam.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 1
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The ring reverberates with the first half of Danica’s finisher while Crystal bounces a half-foot in the air and skids across the canvas on her face. Looking at the going’s on at the foot of the ramp, Juliet’s eyes narrow, seeing the deceptive power in the LAW wrestler’s frame. The White Rose of the Jungle is significantly rocked, but she pushes off the mat on unsteady legs to get back in the fight. Before the woozy FAWN star can turn around, Dadal works her left around Hilton’s throat and bending her backward with a Dragon Sleeper. Danica takes Hilton’s flailing right arm by the wrist and stretches it out straight, growling, “Regret taking me lightly, bitch?” She leans starboard to build power, then rips hard the opposite way denting in the covered plywood of the ring with Crystal’s head via Rolling Cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 2
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Crystal Hilton lays flat on the mat, eyes rolling and arms splayed above her head. Danica could have gone for the pin and won then and there, but Hilton earned sumthin extra. Strrrippp! Danica rips off her tight, white vest, revealing a far too small white bikini top, the cups being two small triangles of fabric keeping the Polish woman’s wondrous whoppers from flashing the audience. Danica kneels behind Crystal’s head and knots her hands under her back. Trapping Crystal’s arms and raising her shoulders, so the heel’s suffering won’t end with a three-count.
Danica slowly lowers her bounty over Crystal’s face, feeling a slow avalanche of silky smooth flesh enveloping her face; the White Rose stirs to partial consciousness, making the situation worse. Now having the sense of panic and fear that comes with getting Jugg smothered but lacking any ability to stop it, Crystal fretfully shakes her head to stave off the inevitable, only motorboating the encroaching bosom. Hilton opens her mouth to yell a submission or swear at Dadal, but finds herself suckling Polish breast meat. Any roars of defiance reduced to pitiful “Mmmphs” that make vibrations throughout Dadal’s chest that stokes the LAW wrestler’s passions.
LAW’s Daddy closes her eyes and hums in pleasure, “Mmmm, You sneak attack me, pull out all those fancy moves in your arsenal, and you get knocked out by my knockers. Just like EVERBODY else.”
Crystal kicks her legs and paws at Danica’s shoulders, but those last two collisions with the canvas sapped the strength out of her limbs, her movements slow and sickly. Danica’s pouty lips pull up in a smirk, and she nestles the Jungle wrestler deeper into her cleavage; she lifts her feet and crosses her ankles to make the North-South Smother look effortless. Rolling her shoulders to rub in her dominance and God-given gifts into Hilton harder, Danica looks toward the referee as the actress’s movements die down, “Well?”
The zebra kneels and lifts Crystal’s listless arm by the wrist. It drops and slaps against the mat once, twice, three times.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner via knockout, Danica Dadal!”
Danica unfurls her hands from Crystal’s back and places them flat on the mat by her shoulders, the heel’s nose still compressed flay by the Squire’s sternum. The now victorious Dadal does a push-up, lifting the majority of her breasts lifting off Crystal’s face allowing her to take a deep and much-needed breath. However, the prodigious pair is still lightly pressed against the upper half of the FAWN wrestler’s head. Danica does a quick set of five push-ups, plopping her sweaty chest onto Crystal obscuring her features briefly over and over. Finally done showing she had energy to spare, Danica got on her knees and rubbed her hands all her breast. Collecting every drop of sweat she could before whisking her hands towards Hilton sending sprinkling her with a spray of Jugg sweat, then getting up and walking away with a parting call of “Bitch.”
Juliet Morgan stood outside of the ring. She shook her head in disgust before she slid herself into the ring. She looked over at Crystal before slowly moving her eyes over to Double D. The Scot couldn’t help but crack an evil smirk before speaking.
“So you really think that beating up a woman who hasn’t managed to do anything in this company is impressive?! I haven’t been in a wrestling match in a long time, but I bet we could make some wonderful music together. As a matter of fact, I bet I could definitely beat you. Hell, I would beat this loser quicker than you did.”
Juliet smiles as she keeps her eyes locked on Danica. “I’d love to come out of my quasi-retirement by showing some upstart bikini meat her place in the big leagues.” Juliet chests into Danica, getting a subtle “Ooooh” from the crowd for throwing the gauntlet down and a few catcalls for the visual. The freshly victorious Daddy Dadal wasn’t keen on starting another fight at that moment, but she’s not about to back down from this nosey biddy. “You should go back to catering where it’s safe, honey. Feels like your girls don’t have much life in ‘em.”
Danica presses her mountains into Morgan’s lovely but smaller pair and threatens to push them flat with the subtlest movement. She speaks flatly but threateningly, “Don’t try to leech off my spotlight. You won’t like what happens.”
“First of all, it doesn’t matter if my breasts aren’t as big as yours. I am proud of how I was born. Not everybody needs to be an easy payday for some stupid doctor. What really matters is what will happen when I step through the ropes and what I think is I will find a way to choke you out and call it a day. Perhaps I might take an arm, but in any case, I will outwrestle you and showcase why I am the premier lightweight on this roster. I am the future, and I want to start by beating you!”
Insinuations on how ‘natural’ Danica’s body really get the Polish woman’s blood up. Danica presses her forehead into Morgan’s so fast it’s almost a headbutt. The FAWN star doesn’t give an inch, and the two grind against each other like duelling rams. Danica’s voice nearly a whisper in rage, “You’ll be the payday of many doctors by the time of done with you. Any time, any place, any match, beach trash!”
Juliet nods her head with a grin as she backs away.
“Right… Whatever you say. You just name the place, and I am there, sweetheart… Just don’t expect the same result that you had with this loser. That is something that won’t happen… I will be seeing you very soon.”
With that, Juliet backs away with a wicked grin on her lips as she walks away. Danica raises an eyebrow, tilts her head and pshaws. She darts forward and places a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, who spins back with a fist raised and ready. Danica lifts a palm to halt her, “Hold on, I won the match. I get the dramatic exit. Whatever you do afterwards, I don’t care.”
Juliet rolls her eyes, steps aside and dramatically waves her through like a game show’s assistant. Danica gives her an exaggerated and falsely grateful “THANK you,” and rrriippssher pants off with one big flourish. Throwing the remains of her togs into a sea of greedy hands, Danica sashays up the ramp, her picture-perfect ass waving side to side in thong both as a goodbye to Juliet and a possible glimpse into her future.
The Fawnatics boom an echo a half step behind, “One Fall!!!”
The announcer smiles and waits for their voices to die down before he continues, “ and a twenty-minute time limit. The winner is decided by pinfall, knockout, or submission. Introducing first… from Los Angeles, California weighing in at 115 lbs CRYSTAL HILTON!!!”
All of a sudden “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco starts playing all over the PA system. Two spotlights are pointed at the entranceway. A silhouette of a woman is standing behind the curtains. From there emerges a woman wearing a white sleeveless Reflection of Perfection hooded sweatshirt and a white wrestling skirt. That woman is none other than Crystal Hilton and the fans emerge into some loud boos.
CRYSTAL HILTON
Despite the boos Crystal arrogantly struts her way to the ring in her pink boots with a huge gathering of paparazzi taking photo after photo of her. Crystal grins as she stops in the middle of the entranceway. She takes out the two white roses pinned to her hair and throws them into the crowd. Finally, she walks to the ring and stretches each leg out onto the apron. She does a split to enter the ring, giving the camera an excellent view up her skirt to broadcast her round ass in a pink thong across the FAWNtron screen, and all the male fans in the audience go nuts as they cheer excitedly. She giggles as she kips up to his feet. Crystal takes her hoody off, revealing a white sports bra decorated with pink roses and does a backflip in the center of the ring. She grins as she walks towards the apron and poses for cameras waiting in anticipation for her opponent to come out.
OUR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
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“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
Through the curtains with a toothy grin on her face, steps out confidently is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her second entrance in a FAWN singles match, the tip of her tongue darting out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spread her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom.
She wore her now standard white, shiny pants that looked painted on for tonight's contest. The hemline started just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass; along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Long, honey-blond hair in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy, Danica smiles coyly at the reaction she’s receiving and saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans.
Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, a line of silver buttons on the white shirt are visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful peepers of the audience
She strolls down the ramp on bare feet, long honey blonde hair in a loose ponytail swishing with each step of her white boots, reaching out to hi-five a fan when she felt like it. Near the external circuit of the ring, she spies a noisy couple of ginger-haired postgraduate women, the short one wearing a Cassava Onika: BMD t-shirt, the tall one wearing a vintage Haily Kenndy JMD tank top. They’re two posterboard signs that combined lettered, YOU BETRAYED VICTORIA AND NOW SHE’S BROKEN! Danica frowns at the sign. The young women lay into her with descriptive insults, seeing their chance to make LAW’s poster girl reflect on her controversial actions. In a flash of movement, Danica hooks her fingers in the back of the short one’s hair and drives her shocked face into her cleavage! The jugging victim’s girlfriend stares in shock as a furious Dadal gives her woman a thorough scrubbing to a loudly approving crowd! Seeing security beginning to trickle in, Danica shoves the gasping and dishevelled fan back into her seat and struts onward to the ring with a mocking swivel in her step, and she yells angrily out over her shoulder, “Vic’s still kicking ass! She’s just been quiet lately. Mind your business!”
Danica’s once wholesome friendship with her spiritual big sister/teacher may have true one-sidedly cruel. Still, no one else is allowed to doubt the character of Victoria Hackensmidt or else get a faceful of Polish sweater fillers. Danica turns back to face the ring-
OOOHHH!!!
Danica Dadal is blasted off her feet into a painful tumble across the metal ramp by a missile-like Crystal Hilton. Insulted by the LAW immigrant thinking she has the stamina to spare for fighting fans. The actress turned wrestler charged across the ring and flew headfirst between the ropes to use Danica as a shapely crashpad. Hilton lands almost painless on her hands and knees while Danica bangs her shoulder on the edge of the ramp. “
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Argh!” The ponytailed blonde grips her hurting joint and tenses up in pain. A vertical Crystal yanks Dadal to her feet by the ponytail, deliberately ignoring the pleas from the referee to “Take it inside the ropes!”
“I will do whatever the hell I wanna do!” She pumps a knee into Dadal’s gut doubling the LAW wrestler over. Taking a probing grip of Dadal’s buttcheek and the scruff of her neck Hilton gives her opponent the bum’s rush outside of the ring and throws her into the guardrail. Danica turns in time to save her shoulder, but the harsh meeting of metal to back does her no favours either. Danica shudders and cries out, “Aaaah!” arching her back and thrusting out those infamous JMDs(Juggs of MMass Destruction, for the uninformed). Too tempting target to pass up, Crystal takes three quick steps back and puts boots to breasts with a powerful dropkick flipping Danica over the guardrail into a heap on the floor, at the shoes of screaming fans.
Crystalraises her hands points down at herself as she heads over to collect the Indie trash management set her up against, jawing to the crowd, “I’m too good to be facing no-name bikini fillers! I should be in the main event!” If the FAWNatics had tomatoes, they’d be throwing them at Crystal for that delusional statement, and they drown the arena in boos as Hilton reaches over the guardrail and works her tines into the base of Danica’s ponytail. The LAW blonde hisses in pain; she feels her scalp lead the rest of her body up. As soon as she can, Danica throws an arm over the guardrail to steady herself and punches Crystal in the solar plexus with her free fist. The Jungle vet lets out a hoarse “Ough!” and doubles over but keeps her scratchy grip on Danica’s hair. Still hanging on to the partition, Danica drives her first into the same spot one, two, three times more, each blow harder than the last. Hilton looks a little green and nearly falls to a knee but has two hands in Dadal’s honey locks now, albeit with a loose hold.
The FAWNatics’s mood goes up considerably seeing the lascivious LAW wrestler get some offence in. Danica snarls in anger, somehow making that look attractive, and grabs the back of Crystal’s head, dragging her nails across her scalp in payback. Danica’s about to smash Crystal’s head into the guardrail when the red carpet wrassler comes to life, pulling Danica into a kneelift to the forehead, then taking her into a squeezing front facelock. Grabbing a handful of Dadal’s waistband, Crystal hoists the Polish Pitbull to high-noon in a Suplex hold, giving her opponent a not insignificant wedgie in the process. Hilton shows off some rarely scene strength holding Danica up for four Mississippis before lowering the bustier blonde the way she came, gutting Danica on the guardrail. Danica lets out a deep, bellowing groan as she folds like laundry on a clothesline, eyes bugged out and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Crystal taunts angrily to her face, “I got a Golden Globe for a reason, Bitch!” Crystal punctuates that brag with a slap across Danica’s cheek, whipping her head to the left, then reaching over to give The Squire’s lower cheeks the same treatment before tipping her back onto the padded pavement.
Danica struggles a bit as Crystal yanks her up by the hair and throws her inside the ring. Crystal quickly follows suit and rolls into the ring as well. She waits in anticipation for Danica to rise to her feet. The blonde slowly staggers to her feet as the actress quickly sprints towards her. Hilton runs at full speed, but Danica moves out of the way at the last second causing Crystal to run right into the corner turnbuckle. The movie star is in a daze as she turns around, favoring her head, and Daddy Dadal quickly kicks her in the gut before tucking Hilton’s head under an arm before she takes her down to the mat with a very powerful DDT.
Hilton seems out of it as Danica quickly begins to ascend to the top rope. She is screaming for the actress to rise to her feet. Hilton can make it to her feet, which is when Danica thinks of going for a Meteora. The only problem is the Latina is quick to lunge at the ropes forcing the blonde to land split-legged against the corner turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Hilton slowly ascends to the top strands facing Danica. She offers a hard slap to her face before jumping up, wrapping her legs around her neck and taking her down to the mat with a hurricanrana. The crowd all began to chant “HOLY SHIT!!” as both women are laid out in the center of the ring. Crystal is the first to stir as she crawls and places an arm over Danica.
The referee is quick on the scene slapping his palm against the canvas One! Two! Thre- Danica throws a fist up so hard she rolls onto her front. Crystal angrily cusses out the zebra, “That was three, you moron!” Crystal shoves him away, stomps over to a prone Danica, and hooks an arm around her neck, lifting the LAW wrestler with a choke. Crystal growls into Danica’s ear as she sets up a Suplex, “Time to continue the ride.” The Rose of The Jungle hups Dadal into the air, but the Polish Pitbull bicycles her legs and sets herself back down. Choking her grip, Danica throws herself back, dropping Hilton cranium first against the covered plywood!
BLOOPER REEL
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Crystal does a light bounce before settling with her cheek against the mat and ass up. After a few seconds, the actress slowly rolls a few revolutions away, cradling her head and kicking her feet, mewling from the second DDT in a short time. Danica pushes off a hand to a seat and swipes some hair out of her face. “Sneak attacks how you gals do it in FAWN now? I’m kicking your flat ass back to the Jungle bytch.”
Danica walks behind an all-fours Crystal and snatches her ankles, pulling the legs taut. Crystal yelps finding herself in an assisted push-up. With no taunt as an appetizer, Danica punts Crystal between the legs getting a groan from the audience and a shrill wail from the agonized blonde. Danica takes Hilton by the ankles and spreads them wide, pressing her pelvis to the Jungle Dweller’s backside; the LAW wrestler loops her hands around Hilton’s belly, “That’s for the rope shit. This is for fun!” Dadal throws herself back, splattering Crystal with a Wheelbarrow Suplex.
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The suplex causes the Rose to land right on her head. She reaches for her head in pain as Danica is the one who is in control now. The LAW wrestler doesn’t waste any time lifting Crystal high into the air. She positions her across her shoulders and doesn’t hesitate before dropping her down with a Burning Hammer. Crystal is spiked against the canvas. She pops back up before falling back down unconscious. Danica seems almost disappointed. “Really? Is that all you got?!”
Crystal, however, doesn’t offer a response, and out of anger, the LAW wrestler begins to deliver a vicious mudhole stomping into Crystal. She stomps away, hoping to get some type of reaction and what she gets is groans and grunts as the Latina curls into a ball. Danica viciously undoes the ball and sits on Hilton’s lower back. She grabs at a leg pulling it back as far she can, placing her into a half crap. The actress screams loudly in return. “OH, DIOS MIOS!!!!”
Danica pulls the Shapley stolen stem farther and farther back, bending Hilton into a spine creaking C. Crystal screeching and clawing at the mat. Still, she’s not giving up, Danica bounces her firm butt against the small of the actress’s back and starts to really leeean into the hold when a cheer erupts from the crowd. Danica drops her legs and raises her fists with a bright smile. She got the W! Danica’s about to start a tour of the corner posts when the zebra places the hand on her shoulder waving emphatically,” No, no! She didn’t tap!”
Confused, Danica darts her eyes down to the writhing Crytal. Curreently curled into a fetal ball and massaging her tortured hamstring. Danica spies another ell built ( not as much Danica, obviously) strolling down the ramp with a confident sway in her step.
JULIET MORGAN
The blonde smirked as she walked down to get a closer look. She shook her head in disgust as she glanced at the other blonde standing in the ring. Danica was confused as she placed her hands on her hips to share some words with the rocker. Juliet smiles as she tells Danica to look behind her, and as soon as she does, she walks right into a superkick. Danica begins to wobble, and Crystal doesn’t waste any time as she leaps up onto Danica’s shoulders and takes her down hard with a Mysteriorana.
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She forms a pinfall attempt, and the zebra quickly drops down, making a count.
One!
Two!
The official stops hand two inches from the mat. Crystal’s about to insult the man’s intelligence and sexual prowess when he points to the edge of the ring where Danica has her ring, and index fingers wrapped tightly around the bottom rope. Crystal growls in frustration and moves up Danica’s struggling form till the LAW invader’s mouth, and nose are covered by Hilton’s crotch, separated by a thin layer of lycra. Riding out Danica’s loud but muffled protests with sweeping grinds, Hilton berates the ref with searing eye contact, unknowingly awakening a cuckold fetish in the zebra that he’ll explore in private later, “You count too slow! I would’ve won if you had at least a first-grade education.”
Her engine beginning to warm up, Crystal gives Dadal’s nose a final bounce before dismounting, snatching a wrist as she gets up from a knee to raise her redfaced and gasping victim to verticality. Crystal pulls on the back of Dadal’s hair to lift her chin- Crack! Danica whips Hilton’s head to the side with what could be a Palm thrust, but the lack of air and twisting headscissors made it more of a Bytch Slap. Either way, the actress’s cheek is branded and burning. Crystal whips back to face Danica with a hand reaching back to strike, but she’s too slow on the trigger and gets pulled into a barrage of forearms to face from a furious Daddy Dadal. Hilton backs up three-quarters of the ring with rapid blows, Danica finally halts her storm, and the Rose of The Jungle is stunned on feet and swaying. Danica twists Crystal’s left wing in an Arm Wringer wrenching on it a cou[le times before sending Crystal the last stretch of the canvas with an Irish Whip. Hilton may have been playing possum judging by how her gait steadies her second step and goes into a full sprint. Crystal uses the taut cables as a ladder. Balancing on the top rope for half-second for an excellent camera shot, Crystal launches off the cable toward Danica with a Springboard Crossbody. There’s a Thwap! The sound of a sweaty body on sweaty body. Danica stumbles back on her heels but remains standing with the squirming actress in her arms. With a grunt of exertion, Danica crouches the human bundle explodes up to throw Crystal back with a Fallaway Slam- Crystal slides out of the LAW wrestler’s grip at the apex and drops onto her feet behind Dadal. Crystal bends her foe back with an inverted headlock and falls onto her front, simultaneously slamming Danica on the back of her head and shoulders.
INVERTED DDT
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Crystal doesn’t waste any time as she drops down on top of her for a pinfall attempt. One… two…. Danica is able to get up at the last possible second. Crystal begins to complain to the referee about it not being a three-count as she dusts herself off before she looks over at the top of the ropes. She grins, looking down at Danica. “It’s time to make sure you wither.”
Without hesitation, she leaps off going for a 630, Crystal’s never going to be a fan favourite, but they’ll always pop big for a display of The Rose’s athletism. The aggressive actress tucks her knees in at the apex of her jump and spins forward, flashing through one and a half revolutions before she nearly perforates herself on Danica’s raised knees.
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Hilton bounces of Dadal’s weaponized joints with a pained wail and lands in a three-point stance, but she’s far from looking like a superhero with one hand massaging her spine. Juliet rolls her eyes and shakes her head at this display, dismissively commenting, “Of course.” Hilton crawls away from her crash landing till she’s in the safety of a corner and rests her forehead against a buckle; throwing an arm over the middle rope, the actress dry heaves in pain. Though she came out the better of two in that last exchange, it was not painless for Dadal. Gritting her teeth, she hugs her hurting knees close and bites down a yell. The excellent training from her former tag partner Victoria tells Danica to roll to the outside and stretch her legs out, then approach her opponent’s blind spot. So that's precisely what the LAW wrestler does. Swinging her legs off the apron, Danica hisses when landing both boots on the outside. She totters in a circuit around the ring with one hand skirting along the edge of the ring. The official throws up both his hands and starts to count Danica out, “One!... Two!...”
Both wrestlers ignore the zebra. Danica’s focusing on getting her legs back in order while inching closer to the Jungle denizen from the outside. Crystal falsely and pridefully believes the balloon-breasted indie darling is still lying on the mat recovering from Crystal’s wave of offence. The worst of the fire in her spine dying down, Crystal pulls herself up using the turnbuckles and shoves off the post to stomp back toward her prey, who was not where she left her!
Crystal whirls around wide-eyed “Where is she?” not seeing LAW’s top dog in the Orlando arena. The crowd cheers and jeers at the heel’s befuddlement, not giving away that Dadal is crouching behind the ring steps at Hilton’s back, ducking down when the actress turned her direction. Bidding her time till Crystal turned to accuse the ref of taking sides and hiding “LAW’s bottom bitch” LAW’s top dawg slides into the ring and kicks off the canvas into a run. Crystal’s full attention is on castigating the official, stepping close so that any spittle from her yelling would land on his person. Ambushing the actress from behind, Danica pops her head under Crystal’s shoulder and with her hand between the actress’s legs, she lifts the heel across her shoulders.
“You drooling moron! You’re on the take, aren’t you? You’re not robbing me of my spotlight, you pervy-whoaaa!!” Hilton finds herself hoisted and dropped on her head and shoulders with an Olympic Slam, emphasis on the slam.
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 1
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The ring reverberates with the first half of Danica’s finisher while Crystal bounces a half-foot in the air and skids across the canvas on her face. Looking at the going’s on at the foot of the ramp, Juliet’s eyes narrow, seeing the deceptive power in the LAW wrestler’s frame. The White Rose of the Jungle is significantly rocked, but she pushes off the mat on unsteady legs to get back in the fight. Before the woozy FAWN star can turn around, Dadal works her left around Hilton’s throat and bending her backward with a Dragon Sleeper. Danica takes Hilton’s flailing right arm by the wrist and stretches it out straight, growling, “Regret taking me lightly, bitch?” She leans starboard to build power, then rips hard the opposite way denting in the covered plywood of the ring with Crystal’s head via Rolling Cutter!
WOTJEK’S REVENGE- PART 2
youtu.be/HfH0YFSePDc?t=665
Crystal Hilton lays flat on the mat, eyes rolling and arms splayed above her head. Danica could have gone for the pin and won then and there, but Hilton earned sumthin extra. Strrrippp! Danica rips off her tight, white vest, revealing a far too small white bikini top, the cups being two small triangles of fabric keeping the Polish woman’s wondrous whoppers from flashing the audience. Danica kneels behind Crystal’s head and knots her hands under her back. Trapping Crystal’s arms and raising her shoulders, so the heel’s suffering won’t end with a three-count.
Danica slowly lowers her bounty over Crystal’s face, feeling a slow avalanche of silky smooth flesh enveloping her face; the White Rose stirs to partial consciousness, making the situation worse. Now having the sense of panic and fear that comes with getting Jugg smothered but lacking any ability to stop it, Crystal fretfully shakes her head to stave off the inevitable, only motorboating the encroaching bosom. Hilton opens her mouth to yell a submission or swear at Dadal, but finds herself suckling Polish breast meat. Any roars of defiance reduced to pitiful “Mmmphs” that make vibrations throughout Dadal’s chest that stokes the LAW wrestler’s passions.
LAW’s Daddy closes her eyes and hums in pleasure, “Mmmm, You sneak attack me, pull out all those fancy moves in your arsenal, and you get knocked out by my knockers. Just like EVERBODY else.”
Crystal kicks her legs and paws at Danica’s shoulders, but those last two collisions with the canvas sapped the strength out of her limbs, her movements slow and sickly. Danica’s pouty lips pull up in a smirk, and she nestles the Jungle wrestler deeper into her cleavage; she lifts her feet and crosses her ankles to make the North-South Smother look effortless. Rolling her shoulders to rub in her dominance and God-given gifts into Hilton harder, Danica looks toward the referee as the actress’s movements die down, “Well?”
The zebra kneels and lifts Crystal’s listless arm by the wrist. It drops and slaps against the mat once, twice, three times.
DING! DING! DING!
“Your winner via knockout, Danica Dadal!”
Danica unfurls her hands from Crystal’s back and places them flat on the mat by her shoulders, the heel’s nose still compressed flay by the Squire’s sternum. The now victorious Dadal does a push-up, lifting the majority of her breasts lifting off Crystal’s face allowing her to take a deep and much-needed breath. However, the prodigious pair is still lightly pressed against the upper half of the FAWN wrestler’s head. Danica does a quick set of five push-ups, plopping her sweaty chest onto Crystal obscuring her features briefly over and over. Finally done showing she had energy to spare, Danica got on her knees and rubbed her hands all her breast. Collecting every drop of sweat she could before whisking her hands towards Hilton sending sprinkling her with a spray of Jugg sweat, then getting up and walking away with a parting call of “Bitch.”
Juliet Morgan stood outside of the ring. She shook her head in disgust before she slid herself into the ring. She looked over at Crystal before slowly moving her eyes over to Double D. The Scot couldn’t help but crack an evil smirk before speaking.
“So you really think that beating up a woman who hasn’t managed to do anything in this company is impressive?! I haven’t been in a wrestling match in a long time, but I bet we could make some wonderful music together. As a matter of fact, I bet I could definitely beat you. Hell, I would beat this loser quicker than you did.”
Juliet smiles as she keeps her eyes locked on Danica. “I’d love to come out of my quasi-retirement by showing some upstart bikini meat her place in the big leagues.” Juliet chests into Danica, getting a subtle “Ooooh” from the crowd for throwing the gauntlet down and a few catcalls for the visual. The freshly victorious Daddy Dadal wasn’t keen on starting another fight at that moment, but she’s not about to back down from this nosey biddy. “You should go back to catering where it’s safe, honey. Feels like your girls don’t have much life in ‘em.”
Danica presses her mountains into Morgan’s lovely but smaller pair and threatens to push them flat with the subtlest movement. She speaks flatly but threateningly, “Don’t try to leech off my spotlight. You won’t like what happens.”
“First of all, it doesn’t matter if my breasts aren’t as big as yours. I am proud of how I was born. Not everybody needs to be an easy payday for some stupid doctor. What really matters is what will happen when I step through the ropes and what I think is I will find a way to choke you out and call it a day. Perhaps I might take an arm, but in any case, I will outwrestle you and showcase why I am the premier lightweight on this roster. I am the future, and I want to start by beating you!”
Insinuations on how ‘natural’ Danica’s body really get the Polish woman’s blood up. Danica presses her forehead into Morgan’s so fast it’s almost a headbutt. The FAWN star doesn’t give an inch, and the two grind against each other like duelling rams. Danica’s voice nearly a whisper in rage, “You’ll be the payday of many doctors by the time of done with you. Any time, any place, any match, beach trash!”
Juliet nods her head with a grin as she backs away.
“Right… Whatever you say. You just name the place, and I am there, sweetheart… Just don’t expect the same result that you had with this loser. That is something that won’t happen… I will be seeing you very soon.”
With that, Juliet backs away with a wicked grin on her lips as she walks away. Danica raises an eyebrow, tilts her head and pshaws. She darts forward and places a hand on Juliet’s shoulder, who spins back with a fist raised and ready. Danica lifts a palm to halt her, “Hold on, I won the match. I get the dramatic exit. Whatever you do afterwards, I don’t care.”
Juliet rolls her eyes, steps aside and dramatically waves her through like a game show’s assistant. Danica gives her an exaggerated and falsely grateful “THANK you,” and rrriippssher pants off with one big flourish. Throwing the remains of her togs into a sea of greedy hands, Danica sashays up the ramp, her picture-perfect ass waving side to side in thong both as a goodbye to Juliet and a possible glimpse into her future.