Post by hawkeye on Nov 7, 2021 23:43:39 GMT
Ariane waited in the back, a bit nervous about her ‘official’ FAWN debut. After her Ironwoman match against Kanako Akiyama on the road a few months prior, who had since become her new best friend, she’d been approached by the owner of FAWN about a contract signing. With Kanako’s support and belief in her, the redheaded cowgirl signed and now...here she was.
In a Halloween costume battle royale, dressed as a hot bunny police officer.
“Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d of been doing this…” she said with a smile as she peeked behind a side door to look at the assembled crowd before ducking back inside.
“I’m telling you, they’ll love you, Ariane.”
Ariane turned at the voice, smiling as she saw her new friend approaching. “Are you sure this wasn’t just for your own purposes, Kanako?” Ariane said with a laugh as she hugged her friend. Kanako looked the country cowgirl up and down with a sly smile.
“Maybe a little.”
The two friends laughed and talked as several more wrestlers joined them in one of the preparation rooms for matches. “So, should I be aware of anyone in this match more than others? I’ll make you brownies for each hint?”
The Modern Day Ronin put a finger to her chin as well as letting out a brief giggle. “Sounds good. Hmm…Even though she’s one of my best friends, I’d have to say watch out for Cassandra,” Kanako started. “She’s experienced and deadly in the ring. Also, just because they are...things I shouldn’t say around you...the Usagi Twins. Don’t let them fool you. And hopefully they don’t...try anything, this match.”
A FAWN intern approached the pair of women. “Uh, Ariane, they need you for the introductions.”
Ariane jolted. “Oh, gotta go! Thank you Kanako!” Ariane gave her friend a tight hug, before rushing off after the intern towards the arena.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the ring, the announcer addresses the screaming throngs of FAWNatics. “This next match is a Halloween Battle Royale! Eliminations occur when a participant is thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the floor! The last woman remaining wins! Our first contestant…!”
Pour Some Sugar On Me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lubaolhjzig
DEBRA SUGARMAN[
“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’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
The fans are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover of the classic rock song within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed ingenue struts out with a swish in her step, beckoning bigger cheers without stretched arms and fanning fingers. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) are eager to see the confectionary heiress back in a FAWN ring. For tonight’s dust up Debra Sugerman wears an adult, risqué version of a Strawberry Shortcake costume. She keeps her candy-apple red sneakers, but instead of pants she wears white and green striped kneesocks that leave several inches of creamy thighs before a flouncy red mini-skirt. Attached to the skirt is a red, short-sleeved corset with white and green piping. Debra wears the pink and white cake hat but forgoes the red wig, explaining to the camera in her Southern accent, “I got two shampoo commercials on deck.”
Debra quickly climbs up the steel steps, onto the apron. She smirks to the camera and gives her hips a playful side to side sway before stepping into the ring and setting up shop in a corner, “Let’s get the rest of these sweeties out, these people paid for a show!”
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1P76BZfgn8
Ariane Jones
The referee took to the microphone yet again. “Our next wrestler is a new debut to FAWN. Weighing in at 150 pounds, standing 5ft 7inches tall. She comes from Rapid City, South Dakota. Please welcome the debuting, Ariane “The Country Cowgirl” Jones!!!”
The arena is filled with the sounds of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” as Ariane Jones jogs out from behind the curtain. She gets some mild applause from the audience, mainly from those who had seen her cross-promotional ironwoman match with FAWN favorite Kanako Akiyama a few months earlier.
Her attire wasn’t much different than from that match; a darker pair of denim short shorts, and the same type of tied off top exposing quite a bit of her bust and some underboob, though instead of her regular flannel, a smoother, ocean blue fabric and a shiny faux sheriff’s badge. And to top it all off, a cute, fluffy grey bunny tail and matching ears to finish the hot, bunny cop look.
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Ariane nods her head to the beat, her faux rabbit ears bobbing along before letting out a massive ‘Yeeeehaw’, then running down the ramp towards the ring, her ample bosom barely contained within the sexy cop top she’d chosen for the night. Leaping over the ropes, she rolled into the ring, smiling wide as she bounded between ropes. Standing on the lowest rung she waved to the fans before settling down in one corner, awaiting the next wrestler to appear.
The Suffering Game
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A trendy, synthwave jam fills the arenas and multicolored spotlights dance over the crowd. When the beat drops the light line up along the ramp to form a rainbow bridge, out from the curtain steps Mune Mune with a model's strut, One half of the internationally known tag team, the Usagi Twins!
The high flying striker from Tokyo, forgoes her dark, bdsm style gear for something lighter in tone but just as sexy. Mune Mune comes dressed as a character that awakened millions of people to new and strange feelings, Lola bunny from Space Jam! The biracial beauty wears a form fitting version of the Looney Toons basketball uniform. White booty shorts with a blue at the legs and waist, a crop top Toon Squad jersey, blue wrist sweatbands, and white, knee high sports socks and beige Nikes. A big, spherical tuff of cotton just above her perfect cheeks serves as Mune’s rabbit’s tail, and she traded in her usual black rabbit mask for a beige version.
With an impish smile, Mune Mune gestures to someone off camera, “Give it!” A pink and grey basketball is chest passed to Mune and the rabbit shows some strong dribbling skills as she. weaves and ducks down the ramp, getting some impressed cheers from the crowd. At the apron Mune Mune forcibly hurls the basketball against the floor causing it to bounce very high in the air, she quickly rolls under the bottom rope, kips up, reaches out and catches the ball before it falls to the floor. Mune grins at the other occupants in the ring while spinning the ball on one finger, “How about you all just lie down now and save yourselves some pain?”
Just then, the bouncy, jangling guitars of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” comes on over the PA system
STILL COUNTING: youtu.be/aXhjp85UNJI
Counting all the assholes in the room
Well, I’m not alone, I’m not alone
You’re a liar, you’re a cheater, you’re a fool
Well, that’s just like me, yoohoo, and I know you too
“From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in at one hundred thirty-four pounds...She is “The Queen Bitch”, this is CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Right on cue, Cassandra Beckett strides out onto the stage, looking as confident as ever, dressed up as Renee Montoya from the Batman animated series.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
The Nebraskan Terror looks out at those already assembled in the ring, and spots Ariane. She looks aside at the cameraman just behind her to the right and smirks, saying, “Looks like I ain’t the only law dog in this fight! I better make sure the newbie knows who’s the sheriff around these parts, and who’s the deputy!” She then winks to the camera and struts her way down to the ring, her form-fitting suit hugging her curves very well. After she gets in the ring, she disrobes, carefully folding each article of clothing before handing them off to the ring attendant, finally revealing a simple black one-piece with black boots underneath. “It ain’t what I’m used to wrestlin’ in,” she says to herself, “but hey, that getup was damn fun, so it’s worth it!”
Just then, the lights go out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation, as the last time one of these costume battle royals took place, a certain Ronin was a surprise entrant.
...A shudder before the beautiful
Alas, history would not repeat itself, as the voice of Richard Dawkins became the unlikely start to “Shudder Before the Beautiful” by Nightwish, heralding the arrival of FAWN’s next hopeful star!
SHUDDER BEFORE THE BEAUTIFUL: youtu.be/7oQ8sNSYXmQ
Red and green laser lights pierce through the darkness in time with the song’s driving beat as a powerful yet feminine figure strides out onto the stage, holding up a set of scales in one hand, and a sword in the other.
“From Baltimore, Maryland, making her FAWN debut! She stands five feet, eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred forty pounds...She is the bright, shining light in all of your drab little lives...This is “The Exquisite” SHANNON MARKO!!”
As the lights come up, and we see the debutante is dressed as the Roman goddess Justitia, better known by most as Lady Justice, whose statue stands in most courthouses, Shannon is met with a chorus of boos at her insulting introduction. She looks out at the unwashed filth from underneath her loose blindfold, and she smirks at their impotent hatred as she makes her way to the ring.
SHANNON MARKO:
Once Marko arrives at ringside, she sets the sword and scales down by the ring steps and ascends into the ring. Once there, she takes off her toga, revealing a green bustier with gold trim, matching booty shorts, and white thigh high boots. She smirked smugly as she looked around at her “competition” as she leaned back on the ropes.
Darkness overtakes the stage once again as the rumble of a revving engine breaks the momentary silence. Flashes of gold medals and athletic tracks fill the screen of the FAWN’tron, a single clouded figure on a 1st place podium coming into focus on the tron as a matching cloaked figure walks out to the beat of the bass, a spotlight hitting her as she pauses in the center of the ramp, head down when the lyrics take off.
POWER: youtu.be/KJKHY6oFuZc?t=16
‘Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
I ain't the chick to walk behind you around town
“Hailing all the way from Cambridge, England... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Please welcome, EVERLY KNIGHT!!”
EVERLY KNIGHT
As the announcer calls her name, Everly throws back her hood, bounding forward a few steps with excitement before pausing to take in the roar of the crowd. The lights came back up as Everly started making her way down the ramp, reaching out to slap every hand she could spot on her short trip to the ring.
Reaching the stairs, Everly stopped to remove her custom made black track jacket, her eyes searching when she finally found who she was looking for. With a smile she hopped over to the barricade, quickly pulling off her jacket and handing it to a female fan at ringside. Her Halloween costume was finally revealed, a tight thigh-length dress adorned with the British flag, each arm covered in blue and red armbands and a pair of white wrestling kicks styled like platform boots. All in tribute to her favorite childhood singer.
Slapping each step, she bounded up the stairs and flew through the ropes, doing a little spin as she gave each of her opponents a nod and a smile. A mixed reaction is what she got, leaving Everly sweating as she began scouting her opponents up and down while taking a spot against the ropes, trying to stretch herself out as she looked over two sexily-clad cops, a basketball playing rabbit, the goddess of justice and a confectionary staple.
The excitement of the All Hallow’s Evil crowd continued as the next music brings back many of the fans a few years, and have many of the fans asking, is she back?
A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
<i>‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’ </i>
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and there’s nothing there. The crowd is understandably confused, and some even boo thinking they are being messed with.
The light drops and the music stops. .
The lights crack back on and the music starts again, this time in a candy covered dress and in a purple wig is Gretchen Vaughn, No longer with the VanBurens.
GRETCHEN VAUGHN:
The former Trophy Wife is holding a sign, “TRICK OR TREAT...OR ME!”
The ring announcer says, “And introducing, From Candyland, she stands 5’8” and weighs in at one hundred and forty-one pounds, she is…GRETCHEN VAUGHN!”
Gretchen waves to the crowd and from inside her outfit starts pulling different candies, tossing to them the fans as she heads to the ring. Gretchen happily skips down to the ring and throws more candy out to those in the arena. Gretchen then climbs the ring steps and wipes the purple boots soles on the ring apron before entering the ring.
The All Hallow’s Evil crowd, already in a frenzy after the night so far, turn it up a notch as the ring fills with battle royal participants. The FAWNatics are confused as The Imperial March from Star Wars begins play. Not even the encyclopedias of wrestling in the crowd have heard this music in FAWN before.
THE IMPERIAL MARCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsMWVW4xtwI
Ingrid Halstrom pushes through the curtain, in a black one piece with a long flowing cape behind her, and red Lightsaber in her right hand and a Darth Vader mask in the other. Then fans notice the one piece actually looks like Vader’s suit.
INGRID HALSTROM:
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she stands 5’3” and weighs in at 118 pounds of pure Sith Sex appeal…From the Dark Side in a Galaxy Far Far Away… The Sith Lord Darth Ingrid!”
Darth Ingrid isn’t the normally smiling Swedish Bikini Teamer, her face grim and she glares at the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. At ring side she twirls the lightsaber showing the blonde does have some skill with it. One of the fans reaches out and tugs on the black cape flowing behind the blonde, causing Ingrid to spin and switching the helmet to her other hand she extends her open hand. The young man’s eyes quickly bulge and his hands go to his throat as Darth Ingrid chokes him.
One of the ring attendants runs over and points the Sith Lord towards the ring, with a snap of her arm the man drops to the floor gasping for air. Darth Ingrid then turns and makes her way to the ring, showing off her Sith Powers Ingrid jumps from the floor to the ring apron and wipes the soles of the nearly knee high black wrestling boots before entering the ring.
The women settled into their positions, each wrestler scoping out the competition as the referee got into the middle of the ring.
“And now, time for the FAWN Halloween Battle Royale! An elimination happens when a wrestler goes over the top ropes and has both feet hit the floor. The last woman in the ring will be crowned the Queen of Halloween!”
The crowd cheered loudly at the exclamation as the referee looked at each competitor, raised her hand...then dropped it to loud cheers.
DING DING DING!!!
The ring instantly erupted into chaos as all eight women lunged into action. The two candy coated sweeties instantly went after each other, while Shannon and Ingrid locked up in the center of the ring, the roman goddess and Darth Halstrom yelling at each other. Cassandra and Everly began exchanging punches while Mune Mune made a quick dash under the ropes and out of the ring to the confusion of Ariane. The cowgirl turned lapin of the law slid under the ropes to give chase, better to find out what Mune Mune’s is doing now than be ambushed by it later.
Mune hears Ariane landing on the outside behind her and breaks into a run, leading the newcomer on a chase around the ring. Speed has always been a friend to the Usagi’s, but Ariane’s long legs were quickly eating up her head start.
“Ooof!”
Ariane tripped and fell onto the thin padding covering the concrete floor, Ariane pushed to her knees with a grimace and a red face, embarrassed at such a blunder in the opening of her premier match in FAWN. The Country Cowgirl looked around to see what caused her fall but saw nothing but the floor and the apron skirt, the latter swaying slightly. While the South Dakotan was distracted Mune ran back around, hopped high into the air like her bunny costume would advertise she could, and stomped on the back of Ariane's head, slamming her face into the floor.
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The FAWNatics collectively let out a sympathetic "OOOHH!!" At the sight of Jones being curbstomped. The bunny cop kicks and squirms languidly, her mind fuzzy with pain. Mune Mune kept her sneaker pressed on the back of Ariane's head, grinding in the heel; putting her wrists on her hips Mune Mune strikes a haughty pose using the bigger girl as a footstool, "Your watership's about to sink to the bottom of the roster, bean pole."
Mune bends down to collect the stunned Ariane, getting whistles from the crowd as she expertly shakes her tail puff to an unheard hot beat. Throwing Ariane's arm over her shoulder, Mune muscles her flat onto the apron and rolls her into the ring, "Jeezus, you Americans really have a weight problem."
Mune Mune slides into the ring herself, taking care not to hit the ears of her rabbit mask against the bottom coil as she does. The beautiful bunny looks up at the top rope, then loudly and theatrically groans..
“I have to drag this fat cow-girl over the ropes now? Geez…”
Kicking the redhead bunny cop several times to get out any remaining fight from the woman, Mune Mune yanks her up by her hair and into the corner, performing several more stomps to the officer’s chest, gaining a painful groan.
“Well, up and over we go! Get your big bunny butt over that top rope, fatty!”
Mune Mune managed to lift Ariane up slightly, groaning as she managed to slowly get her into a sitting position on the top rope. Climbing up in front of her, Mune Mune taunted the booing crowd. Thankfully for her, nobody in the ring spotted the two women precariously perched on the top rope.
Though unluckily for her, mid taunt...Ariane awoke.
Mune Mune’s taunt turned into a groan of pain as the Black Hills Beauty slammed a knee into her stomach, before being shoved backwards.
“Woaaahh!”
The baller bunny’s fall was halted as Ariane grabbed her ankles, the faux bunny’s head and shoulders knocking painfully against the mat. The redhead gritted her teeth as she yanked up hard, pulling the Lola themed Mune Mune into a powerbomb position while standing on the middle rope.
“Y’all wanted to go up, well y’all are about to fall down!”
Mune Mune let out a terrified scream as Ariane powerbombed the bunny from the second rope, then let out a groan as Ariane leapt from the ropes for an elbow drop, completing her “Barn Burner” move to the cheer of the crowd.
Not finished yet, a revitalized Ariane hefted Mune Mune like a hay bale, back up by her legs and grinned. “If y’all were any heavier, you wouldn’t be my prop right now! Let’s see how well y’all can fly!” With a warcry, the redhead began swinging the bunny baller in circles. Several other wrestlers leapt out of the way, while others like Gretchen got caught, getting knocked off their feet by a dizzy bunny. Ariane stumbled after seven spins, letting go and flinging the screaming heel towards the ropes. Thankfully for the blonde bunny, she missed flying out, instead rolling towards the apron.
As Mune Mune rolled ungracefully towards the ring apron, a pair of ears poked themselves above the mat. Quick as a flash, two arms grabbed the beleaguered bunny, dragging her out of the ring as Ariane turned to face where Mune Mune had landed.
“What in tarnation?”
Heading towards the side of the ring, Ariane poked her head between the middle and top ropes, searching for her opponent who had magically disappeared faster than a beer at a basketball game.
“Don’t turn your back on me!”
Ariane had enough time to recognize the shout was directed at her before a dropkick nailed her exactly on her bunny tail, launching her screaming out between the ropes.
Gretchen smiled as she watched the screaming redhead fly through the ropes. It wasn’t an elimination, but after getting caught by that big swing, she was happy for getting a little payback. She barely had time to savor her small victory, before two hands wrapped around her from behind lifting her into the air.
“Surprise, Sweetie!”
Debra powerslams Gretchen into the mat face first in a Glam Slam, before hooking her into an anaconda vice, wrenching on the other sweetie’s neck. “Aww, looks like somebody is gonna become a sucker here soon.” Gretchen grimaced at the pain, though managed to throw several fists into Debra’s flawless face, quickly getting released from the painful clutch. Scrambling to her knees, Vaughn popped an elbow into Debra’s face, stunning her for a brief second. The Trophy Wife snatches Sugarman by the scruff of the neck and runs the former beach fighter down the side of the ring. As they reach the corner Gretchen jumps safely into a seat on the second rope, her legs dangling over apron while Little Debbie’s driven face first into the top turnbuckle. Debra’s legs waver and she slumps in the corner, her cheek against the padded steel while she checks her nose isn’t broken, she may become the public face of her family’s company again, Debra can’t have an Owen Wilson nose! Thoroughly satisfied everything is in its place, Debra turns away from the corner to get back in the action- Thwap! While Sugarman tendered to her aching nose, Gretchen sped back to the opposite corner; she blew the fans a kiss, and sprinted back to the former mascot and leaps into another seat on the second rope, this time squashing Debra’s cupcakes with a Lariat!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypsc7ddS_y0
Still settled comfortably on the second coil, Vaughn gives the breathless and stunned Sugarmen a mocking kiss on the cheek, “I run Candyland, sweetie, Not you.” The busty bride smoothly leans back into the ring and sweeps the blonde’s from under her, and Strawberry Shortcake lands hard on her cutie patootie. Little Debbie leans back against the bottom buckle while Gretchen makes a third trip to the opposite corner(if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it) and winks at a tall hunk in the second row, and mouths ‘Face Wash,’ giving him a preview of Debra’s face kicked into the stands. Gretchen bounds over to the the beach fighter, her big chest jostling with each step, she sticks out her-
Fwoosh!
“Aaahh!”
As Vaughn barreled near Sugarman, the confectionary heiress pulled a packet of something from a secret pouch and burst it toward the veteran, blinding Gretchen with a cloud of powdered sugar! Gretchen stumbles back, trying to rub the delicious dust from her eyes, leaving her vulnerable to a risen Debra who digs a Toe kick into her middle; Little Debbie runs back into the ropes while the bridezilla retches, with an angry grin Debra yells “Boop!” and rebounds into a high powered Hip Attack that knocks Gretchen off her feet. A misting of powdered sugar wafts when Debra’s skirted bottom connects with Gretchen's frosted face, then in a show of strength and determination Gretchen backrolls almost seamlessly to her feet and dashes half blind at the cheating tramp. Debra goes low, shooting an arm between her legs and popping up to scoop the candy coated rival across her shoulders. Sugarman jumps up and spins on a perfect axis, planting Vaughn onto the ring floor with a Cartwheel Samoan Drop.
SUCKER SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsZKh9HrU-k
Debra pops to her feet like she’s spring loaded and and points down at the splayed Gretchen with a flourish, “Candy land is built on Sugarman lands, you geriatric!” Debra spreads her arms and drinks in the applause from the crowd when she spies Everly Knight gearing up for tackle from behind in the FAWNtron. With a startled, “Eep!” Sugarman cartwheels out of the way, letting Knight fly past and crush Gretchen’s tummy with an unplanned Splash. The crushed candywoman lets out a squawk that becomes muffled, “Ghoammph!” When Everly rolls up her body, briefly smothering her with those Track and Field abs.
The face of Sugarman Confectionary keeps the wheel spinning, every standing contestant in the ring tries to knock down the whirling rookie as she cartwheels past. Shannon Marko runs at her like a charging bull, misses by a hair and crashes into a corner. Cassandra Beckett looks to take her head off with a big boot but Debra handsprings away and the detective gets her knee caught on the top strand. Ingrid dives for a Chop Block but the force is not with her, Debra tumbles away and Ingrid’s chest skids against the coarse canvas. Ariane looks at the sptecale taking place in the ring from the outside perplexed, “What the hell is-” Bwang! A shockingly fresh faced Mune Mune sneaks behind the bunny cop and slams her face into the steel steps, Ariane crumples to the floor holding her face while Mune pointedly kicks her basketball closer to the apron skirt, then kicks Jones in the hip, “Zootopia sucked!”. Back in the ring, The warwheel of a wrestler Debra Sugarman alters her path to handspring to bounce against a set of ropes to circle back to Gretchen and spring into another Splash!
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Debra pushes to her feet to stand above the flattened and groaning Gretchen and bows to the audience, who cheers loudly at the unorthodox maneuvers for a Battle Royale. Debra waves her fingers at the FAWNatics trying to coax more noise, “Come on, you can get louder than that!.” They do, but only out of concern when a basketball beams her in the cheek! Sugarman drops to her side like the loser in a boxing match and groans in pain and confusion, the magic bullet of sports equipment rolls away and falls out of the ring. Debra rolls onto her back to sit up when Vaughn’s shapely legs snap around her head like the jaws of a crocodile. Gretchen crosses her ankles and pours all her being into cracking Sugarman’s skull like a walnut, and smiles at the pitbull whine she gets from the blonde rookie in response, “If I squeeze hard enough, will bonbons fall out?”
Ingrid yanked hard on Shannon’s legs, the woman now getting pulled in two directions as her air was cut off by Debra’s legs around her neck, and Ingrid pulling her the opposite direction. Something had to give, and after a few moments, Debra let go in the middle of a pull by Ingrid, tossing the blonde onto her back as a gasping Shannon could finally breathe again. Her respite was but only a moment as the Swedish Bikini Teamer turned Sith Lord yanked Shannon to her feet, tossing her to the ropes where lady Justice balanced over the middle rope. Ingrid grinned as she walked up behind her opponent, grabbing her arms and pulling backwards while placing a knee into the other woman’s spine.
“The force isn’t strong with this one!” Ingrid taunted, pulling harshly on Shannon’s arms, earning cries of pain from the beleaguered Roman goddess. After several forceful yanks, Ingrid released her victim, Shannon rolling towards the corner with a groan as Ingrid raised her hands to the cheering crowd.
The dark lord of FAWN stormed her way towards the corner, ready to finish off her foe when a swish of silver sliced through the air. The crowd gasped, one even yelling out a theatrical, “Noooooooooo”, as the sword of justice cut the air towards Ingird, who looked on in panic…
...until she got hit by the plastic sword in the side.
“Yeeowch!!!”
Ingrid backed away, wincing and rubbing her side at the sword blow and Shannon got to her feet with a wicked grin. Ingrid let out a petrified yelp as Shannon chased her across the ring, the Swedish Sith doing her best to avoid the hits raining down on her.
...until she spied something in the corner.
Lunging forward, Ingrid grabbed the object and twisted, blocking the incoming sword blow with her lightsaber.
Ingrid grinned.
“This will be a day long remembered…” Ingrid stated while rising to her feet. With a quick flick of her wrist, she launched the sword out of Shannon’s hand, snapping her lightsaber against Shannon’s hand. The blonde yelped in pain, clutching her wrist before stumbling back to re-grab her sword with her left hand.
Ingrid grinned. “...now I am the master!”
With twin war cries, the two plunged at each other, a duel of the fates beginning in the center of the ring.
Meanwhile, across the ring and in a corner not so far away, the back and forth flurry of punches between the blonde spitfire Everly and brunette brawler Cassandra finally reached its apex as Everly threw all her weight behind a powerful right forearm. The shot flew just overhead as Beckett bobbed down, springing back up with a forearm of her own that left the young blonde careening back in a half-circle, cradling her cheek. Like a flash Cassandra was back at the Brit, snaking both arms tightly around Knight's waist and pressing her body against her back like a tight hug. With a grunt of exertion the Nebraskan tried to lift the lithe blonde for a German suplex, only getting Knights feet inches off the ground before the track star put all her body weight forward, sending the two stumbling into the ropes before stumbling back, still tied together.
Everly slowly lifting Beckett's arms up from around her waist, locking the two in a battle of strength before spinning out and around, locking the police officer in the very same position! With a heave, Knight tried to lift Cassandra up only to catch a sharp elbow to the gut, the Nebraskan Terror quickly showing her expertise as she quickly grabbed one of the Brits unlatched arms, pulling the blonde across her body with a crisp Arm Drag! The blonde quickly rushed back to her feet, ducking below the brunette's incoming clothesline and rebounding briskly off the ropes, returning with a stiff bicycle kick that just flies over the vets head. The brunette and blonde each take off running, neither catching the other’s eye as they throw themselves against the ropes, each rebounding with breakneck speed as they careen towards each other with sickening speed. Dual clotheslines! THWACK!! Blonde and brunette hair float briefly in unison before both heads crash against the mat.
Brushing her hand across her face, Knight tries to free her vision of stray strands of her blonde hair as she gets to one knee, watching in a slight daze as she spies Marko and Halstrom trading blows across the ring, their fake sword and lightsaber making loud thwacks as they connected with each other or flesh.
Noticing her opponent staring in bemusement at the scene, Everly lunged forward, grabbing hold of her brunette opponent and hefting her to her feet, her head hooked under her arm. With a shout, Everly delivered a stunning running bulldog onto the detective. The British themed woman didn’t waste any time, wearily hauling a groggy Cassandra to her feet, running across the ring, rebounding off the ropes and sending a bicycle kick straight into Cassandra’s chin. The veteran moaned before falling sideways to the mat, shaking her head, feeling as if she’d been hit by a mack truck.
Cassandra was seeing stars as she was again dragged to her feet, and sent stumbling over to the ropes. Her mind flipped into gear, sensing the danger she was in as she saw Everly running the ropes, rebounding back towards her with her arm extended for a clothesline. Cassandra waited for the right moment, before dropping low, dragging the top rope down with her. The newbie to FAWN let out a cry of terror as she flew over the ropes, barely able to hold onto the top rope with one hand.
“A word of advice,” Cassandra said as she stood on the inside of the ropes while Everly tried desperately to find purchase with her feet on the ring apron. “Never clothesline in a battle royale.”
Everly had managed to grab onto the top rope with her other hand, but even gripping with all her strength couldn’t prevent her from getting launched onto the floor mats by the drop kick Cassandra sent into her stomach.
“EVERLY KNIGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!” The announcer declared, to the roar of the crowd at the first elimination of the match.
The English flag clad gal groaned and clutched her back, staring up at the woman who had eliminated her. Cassandra looked around, and noticing that the other four women in the ring were quite occupied with their own fights, beckoned the newbie towards her. Everly cautiously approached, getting within arms reach when Cassandra spoke quickly to her.
“You did well for your first FAWN battle royale. Keep up the good work, and maybe I can help you train in the future?”
Cassandra smiled at her now eliminated opponent before refocusing on her opponents, watching as the British bombshell walked towards the ramp. Gretchen...Debra...Shannon...Ingrid… where’s Mune Mune and the new gal?
She finally found the missing pair battling outside the ring. The two women were on the opposite side near the announcer’s table, sending elbows into each others’ faces, when a basketball came out of nowhere and clocked the red headed ‘cop’ in the back of the head, knocking her face into a sent elbow, knocking her to the ground. Cassandra managed to catch a glimpse of two rabbit ears disappearing behind the ring apron in the direction the rouge ball had appeared.
Guess its rabbit season.. .she thought with a grin as she slid under the bottom rope and started making her way around the ring.
As Cassandra slid outside to find some rabbits, the dueling swordswomen had abandoned their now broken weapons, with Darth Ingrid sending several chops to the Roman Goddess’ chest, the blonde reeling back into the corner post with a wail after each hit. After several more chops, leaving Shannon gasping in the corner, the Swedish bikini team member took a step back and smiled. “You have failed me for the last time,” she taunted, before grabbing Shannon by the throat lifting her up in an impressive chokehold.
The audience roared and cheered its approval as the image of Justice’s legs kicked and writhed, with Ingrid grabbing a hold of Shannon’s middle to lift her above her head. Chants of “eliminate her” echoed around the arena, Ingrid soaking up the applause as she headed towards the ropes. Shannon gasped, noticing her potential doom approaching and writhed in the Sith Lady’s grasp. A lucky knee caught Ingrid in the side of the head. The Swede groaned and dropped her prey, Shannon dropping to the floor and holding her throat while gasping for air.
A bit woozy herself, Ingrid grabbed a hold of Shannon, setting her up to perform her finishing move, the Valkyrie. The ring shuddered from the impact, with the Swedish Sith grinning, feeling an elimination coming soon. Yanking Shannon up by her hair, she pulled her over to the ropes and placed her against them. As the blonde went to pull her opponents legs up and over the ropes, a brutal elbow connected with her noggin, sending her to one knee.
“Looks like I have the high ground now, Dark Lord of the Sissy’s!” Shannon spat, sending another elbow into her opponent’s head. Stunned, Ingrid could do nothing but see stars as Justitia lifted her up high enough to grab a hold of her head, then drop to her back, slamming her knees into the Bikini teamer’s chest.
The audience winced, watching and listening to the pain filled wail coming from the blonde as she was unceremoniously hauled to her feet once more and placed against the ropes. Lining up, Shannon sent a massive superkick directly into Ingrid’s chin, knocking the blonde up, and over, and down onto the mat below.
“Darth Ingrid has been eliminated!” the announcer boomed.
Shannon swallowed up the boos, raising her arms as she beckoned for more while walking towards the ring ropes. “Looks like I got to ‘force’ you to leave huh you?”
Ingrid got up, holding her back and sending a glare at the woman standing on the high ground above her, before heading towards the back, briefly pausing before taking the long way around the ring as she nearly walked into a screaming Mune Mune who was sent flying into the barricade in front of her, an irate Ariane following closely behind.
Cassandra grinned as the flailing sports bunny went crashing into the barricade, nearly bending over it to the enjoyment of the crowd in the front row. A steamed as hell Ariane marches over with fists clenched, ready to pound her rival rabbit into a hearty stew. Ariane furiously shouts down at Mune Mune, who’s puddles onto her knees, “I’m sick of dealing with you and your sister, or lover or whatever the hell she is...OWDANGIT!” The cowgirl turned bunny cop is pegged in the back of the head by the omnipresent basketball that’s been plaguing the match all night. Ariane hunches over cradling her head as a figure bursts out from under the ring skirt…
It’s Ketsu Ketsu!
The other half of the Usagi Twins and Mune’s girlfriend! And she’s dressed in the same Lola Bunny costume as her partner. Ketsu runs up behind the stooped over Ariane and leaps on the taller girl’s back with Sleeperhold and a bodyscissors. As Ariane’s face starts to pink, the gears turning her and the fans’ head; it was Ketsu throwing that basketball all night, and the reason why Mune Mune kept bouncing back like she was a fresh faced Kylie Sanders was because Ketsu and Mune were switching out with no one the wiser. Ariane pulls at the arm at her throat and chokes out. “Cheat-ing… cowpieGAH!” Ketsu tightens the noose and smugly growls in her ear, “It’s trick OR treat. And we don’t carry chocolate bars in our pockets like that freak, Sugarman.”
Ariane starts to waver, a leg buckles and she’s on a knee looking woozy. Mune Mune’s on all fours and starting to recover. If the Judy Hopps look alike doesn’t get moving she’s leaving this match on a stretcher. Ketsu’s screaming at her partner to get up, potentially deafening Jones in one ear. “Get up! Get up and get a chair! Let's take this fatass ouWAAH!” At this point, Cassandra Beckett gets the lay of the land, and sneaks behind the strangling rabbit and gives her a big, windmilling slap between the legs. Ketsu shudders like she’s been electrocuted and let’s loose a squeaking shout. The Looney Toon‘s legs pop open like a sprung lock and her grip loosens around Ariane’s neck so she's hanging off the redhead’s back like a cape. Ariane takes in a BIG gulp of air and reaches back to pull Ketsu’s head forward so they’re cheek to cheek, the FAWN rookie stands to her full height, jumps up and lands on her toned ass to chin-check Ketsu with a big Stunner.
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Ketsu flops away onto her back like discarded laundry and lies there with eye rolled back, Ariane rubs at her sore throat and looks over her shoulder at Beckett who puts her hand up placatingly. “Hey, now. I’m good to just cull some of the fluff, if you get my meaning?”
Ariane nods, eager to officially rid the match of the pseudo twins. The country gals each pick up a rabbit by the jersey and booty shorts; Ariane has Mune and Cassandra has Ketsu. Each pumps a kneelift into the gut of an Usagi Twin and throws them back into the ring under the bottom rope.Ariane darts in after her prey while Cassandra climbs atop the apron and waits for Ketsu to stand. The Lola-clone stands adjacent to Beckett and so rattled by the Stunner she seems unaware of the comic book heroine’s presence. When Ketsu gets sense enough to get to her feet, Beckett pulls on the top rope to Slingshot back in the ring to splat Ketsu with a variation of her finisher, the Ace Crusher.
BITCH BREAKER
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Ketsu Ketsu greets the ring floor with her face so hard there’s a lipstick print left on the canvas. The Usagi bounces onto her back, dead to the world, Beckett quickly collects her by the ring togs again and yanks Ketsu to waist height, giving the cheating rabbit a substantial wedgie in the process. Cassandra takes three steps back, “See you later, you creepy bitch,” and tosses Ketsu Ketsu over the top rope to ungainly, SMACKing landing on the padded concrete.
As that happened, Ariane picked up Mune Mune, placing her head under her arm and dragging her to her wobbly feet. Growling, the hotheaded redhead pulled the other bunny babe up, tossing her feet up and over the ropes and slamming her stomach on top of it. Mune Mune moaned, hanging half in and half out of the ring. “Y’all been a stubborn one,” Ariane whispered while patting Mune Mune’s cheek. “So how about a little ole mule kick to match, eh?” Ariane turned about, let out a mighty “Yeeeeeehaw” while releasing a Sweet Chin Music right into Mune Mune’s chin. The heelish baller babe’s face shot up like she’d been tossed for a free throw, before she went crashing over the apron and onto the ground below, bouncing like a dribbled basketball.
“Mune Mune has been eliminated! Ketsu Ketsu has also been eliminated!”
The two crime fighters grinned, the redhead breathing hard while Cassandra dusted her hands of the beastly bunny twins. “You good there bun bun?”
Ariane chuckled at the nickname, before standing up as straight as she could, popping her neck twice before getting into a grappling stance. “I was born ready, bring it on!”
The two allies turned towards each other, locking up in the center of the ring across from another pair of sugary delights fighting one another.
The repeated blows of the candy cane kendo stick across her back brought cries of pain from Gretchen, while bringing grins to Debra’s face.
Gretchen wincing in pain as the candy can Kendo stick cracks down across her exposed back, Sugarman’s wicked grin showing she enjoys the toy she’s found as she moves behind Vaughn and slides the kendo stick between the Candyland dress woman’s legs. It’s not a full blow, but when Debra snaps the weapon up Gretchen howls in pain as her womanhood is assaulted.
Gretchen drops to her knees, hands wedged between thighs, tending to her own candybox as Sugarman struts around a bit before lining up the next shot.
Raising the Kendo Kandy Kane above her head ready to bring her weapon down on Gretchen’s purple wigged skull. Vaughn rolls towards the ropes, and Debra steps forward to bring the Kendo stick down, but it catches the top rope and snaps back into Debra’s face.
Sugarman drops the candy cane, hands covering her face as Gretchen uses the ropes to climb back to her feet. With the action going on around her Gretchen goes straight for Debra and bearhugs the blonde and with a quick lift Vaughn drops back down to one knee. Sugarman’s Strawberry Shortcake Panties give her little protection as she sits on Gretchen’s posted leg after the Inverted Atomic drop.
The purple haired candyland dressed woman stands back up, bringing Sugarman up with her. Gretchen grabs Debra by the back of the neck and runs her at an empty corner, then slams her already throbbing head into the top turnbuckle. Debra’s eyes roll as fans can see the red mark on her forehead from the kendo stick. Gretchen angrily pulls Sugarman out of the corner and shoves her head down and between the Former Trophy Wife’s thighs.
Gretchen wraps her arms around Debra’s waist and flips her up into Powerbomb position. The crowd roaring while Gretchen takes the few steps towards the ropes and throws Sugarman to the floor below.
Before the Eliminated Strawberry Shortcake hits the floor the second time, Gretchen off balance leans on the top rope, and out of nowhere Shannon Marko gives just the littlest shove to send Vaughn over as well. Gretchen tries to catch the ropes, but misses and hits the ring apron and then the floor, eliminated as well.
“Debra Sugarman and Gretchen Vaughn have been eliminated!”
Shannon sent a smirk towards the two candy coated sweeties. “Oops...guess I slipped there.”
Unable to do anything else, Gretchen glowered up at the blonde who had cost her a victory, following begrudgingly after Debra up the ramp. Shannon turned, happy with her two eliminations so far, smiling broadly at the fight ramping up across the ring from her. “I think I’ll wait to shine…” she whispered, before sliding out under the bottom rope, watching the two police themed women duking it out in the ring.
Cassandra and Ariane circled each other tentatively. They had been working well as a unit up until this point, watching each other’s backs whenever possible ever since they ejected the Usagis. But at the end of the day, only one woman could stand tall as the winner in the end, and with that in mind, mutual respect has gone out the window in favor of competition.
“You’ve got a lot of promise, rookie,” Cassandra said as they locked up again, their previous lockups being split between them. “I like your style. Where’d you say you were from?”
“Nnngh!” Ariane grunted as she pushed back against the Queen Bitch, “S-South Dakota!”
“Nice…” Cassandra answered as she found herself losing ground against the redhaired powerhouse, “Nebraska here, though I can’t say I’m too fond of it!” At that point, Cassandra drove a knee into Ariane’s exposed midriff to cut off her progress.
“OOOF!!” Ariane gasped as she felt the air rush from her lungs and doubled over. Cassandra then switched up her grip and hiptossed the cowgirl across the ring to create some separation.
“The raw talent is there, Ariane!” Cassandra praised her foe, “Kanako’s been talking you up plenty, and now I can see why! But you’re still green as grass in FAWN; Maybe one day, you’ll be a champion. But today ain’t that day, baby!”
“HEADS UP, QUEENIE!!!”
“What the hell?” Cassandra blurted out as she turned towards the intruding voice just in time to have her head taken off by a cheapshot lariat by the owner of that voice - Kendra Larue!
KENDRA LARUE:
The Bootyshock Lieutenant, dressed in street clothes of a white tank top and jeans that seemed to strain against her ridiculous curves, stood over the downed brunette menacingly. She crouched down, straddling Cassandra, with malice in her eyes as she layed in vicious punches to the already battle-weary Nebraskan’s face.
“You didn’t really think it was over between us, did you, hick?” Kendra growled as she dismounted her and hauled her up to standing by the hair, “After the way you and your pet loser slut humiliated me, did you really think that was the end of it?!” Kendra’s diatribe is cut short as Ariane tries valiantly to jump in and aid her comrade. Unfortunately for her, her own war cry alerted Kendra of her impending arrival and instead, she sidestepped the redhead’s attempt at a double axe handle and simply delivered a bone-rattling belly-to belly suplex to the cowgirl. “Hush.” Larue admonished, “The grownups are talking!”
With Ariane layed out groaning on the mat clutching her back, Kendra picked Beckett up once more, and stuffed her in between her thighs, “Trust me, Beckett, when I say that the worst is yet to come!” Kendra then flipped Cassandra up on her shoulders, took two big strides towards the ropes, and with a warning shout of, “INCOMING!!!” she released the Queen Bitch, hurling her over the top rope and crashing down through the announce table. Even though Larue was not a participant in the match, the match was fought under no disqualification rules, and Beckett did in fact go over the top rope and down to the floor. And so…
“CASSANDRA BECKETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”
The crowd booed heartily, to which Kendra simply handwaved the jeers away. For her part, Shannon had just climbed up onto the ring apron, wide-eyed with shock at what had just transpired. Kendra gave the rookie an up-and-down glance and, game recognizing game, gave the blonde powerhouse an approving wink.
“Not bad, blondie,” she purred, “I think you can take it from here. See you ‘round...if you’re lucky!” With that, the Jungle Queen climbed through the ropes and made her exit, leaving only Ariane Jones and Shannon Marko as the last women standing, the former stumbling to her feet, while the latter smirked at the tired opponent. Ariane and Shannon circled each other, warily eyeing each other for weaknesses. While Ariane’s steps were slower, Shannon seemed to strut around the ring.
“Got the real wrestlers out of the way,” Shannon remarked with a laugh. “Now all that’s left is to take out the refuse and let the true power shine.”
Ariane gritted her teeth, falling for the taunt and rushing in at her opponent, going for a quick elbow jab which was easily dodged. Shannon moved around behind Ariane, grabbing her behind and yanking her arms up. The green garbed wrestler pulled her up off the mat by her arms and with a scream, slammed her back down in a full nelson bomb.
The crowd booed, Shannon soaking up their hate as Ariane slumped forward over herself on the mat. Marko grabbed Ariane by the hair, yanking up to the redhead’s screams before tossing the cosplaying cop across the mat by her hair. A screech filled the arena as Ariane cupped the back of her head, kicking the mat as pain filled her mind.
“Pathetic…” Shannon remarked as she stalked towards the pain riddled woman, again pulling her up by her long, flowing locks. Hearing the boos even louder than before, the blonde kissed her right fist, raised it up, before plowing it into Ariane’s face.
The poor girl dropped like the hay bales she tossed back on her ranch, bouncing off the mat with a moan, while Shannon raised both her hands and did a twirl in the middle of the ring.
Ariane was left dazed on the mat, struggling to pick herself up. Crawling towards the corner, she managed to pull herself up, breathing heavily as she sat winded against the ropes, watching Shannon approach her. The redhead watched as the blonde grabbed her face and pulled her up to look her in the eyes.
“Time to end this, Ms Heifer.”
Ariane was dragged up to her feet, and with a strong hammer throw, Shannon tossed her towards the opposite ropes. The redhead ran towards the ropes, her body flying straight over and out of the ring…
...and managed to barely save herself with one hand, dangling over the edge of the ring. With a herculean effort, she powered up, grasping the top rope with both hands to the shock of Shannon who was about to celebrate her victory.
“You just won’t quit when you should!”
The blonde avatar of justice bounced off her side of the ropes, racing towards Ariane for a clothesline. The cowgirl turned cop felt a surge of anger growing within her and launched a foot out towards her opponent, catching Shannon right in the gut.
‘Justicia’s’ case closed, her body folded in half with a gasp around the cowgirl’s boot, her momentum halted in its tracks while Ariane slid back over the middle rope, wanting to build on her fourth wind. She cupped her hands around her mouth, letting out a massive and loud “Yeeeehaw!”, of which a few in the audience returned the shout, as she started sending alternating elbows into Shannon’s flawless face.
Each elbow stunned the blonde, the emblem of justice taking a stumble backwards as Ariane picked up the pace with her elbows until she got Shannon into a corner. The redhead felt energized by the crowd, letting out another ‘Yeehaw’ before attempting to knock her opponent down…
...only to receive a headbutt in return, a crack echoing throughout the arena as the blonde’s forehead met the redhead’s nose.
The costumed bunny cop stumbled back, a crimson stream beginning to flow from her nose matching the color of her hair. Shannon moved her hair from her face as she started throwing punches back at her opponent, snapping Ariane’s face back and forth, beating her back across the ring towards the other corner.
The audience was in an absolute frenzy, the boos and cheers getting louder and louder as a particularly hard punch sent Ariane stumbling far back, her face an absolute mess, though somehow she was able to reply with a re-energized Cowgirl Kick to her opponent’s chin. Shannon spun from the blow, stumbling toward the ropes and landing draped over the top rope.
Ariane breathed heavily as she stumbled towards her opponent. Marko heard her coming, launching a surprise elbow behind her, one that Ariane barely managed to dodge. Grabbing Shannon from behind, she took a daring move and moved herself with her back facing the ropes. With a massive scream of both anger and pain, Ariane hefted the avatar of justice up and over her in a massive german suplex.
Shannon screamed as the taller, larger redhead flung her over her head and above the top rope. She tried to grasp at the ropes, barely managing with one hand, but the momentum was too great. The blonde’s other hand tried to grasp the ropes, yanking off Ariane’s bunny ears but missing everything else as she lost her grip on the rope. The woman dressed as Justicia landed harshly onto the padded floor, rolling into the barricade before coming to a stop.
“Shannon Marko has been eliminated!”
DING DING DING!!!
Ariane heard the bell ringing, announcing the end of the match, while resting against the middle rope, half in and half out of the ring. The riotous cheers of the crowd gave her energy, as she shakily rose to her feet, resting an elbow across the top rope as she looked around the arena.
A smile finally appeared on her face.
“Ariane Jones is the winner of this year’s FAWN Halloween Rumble!” the announcer states to a massive cheer.
Moving to a corner, Ariane shakily climbed the ropes until she rested one foot on the middle rope, the other on the top turnbuckle. Soaking in the cheers, she let out a massive “Yeeeehaw!”, one that was reciprocated by the crowd.
Exhaustion finally overcoming her, Ariane fell backwards from the top turnbuckle, the crowd’s excited cheers turning to cries of shock as she fell…
“You shouldn’t be that tired…”
...and landed in the arms of her friend Kanako. The Modern Day Ronin caught the falling redhead, letting her land softly on her feet while supporting her.
Ariane couldn’t help but blush, leaning on her friend’s shoulder. “Sorry…” the redhead wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, looking down at the crimson stain against her hand. “It’s been a match…”
Absorbing the cheers of the crowd, Ariane raised her hand in victory one more time, waving to the crowd, before Kanako helped the new Queen of Halloween out of the ring.
In a Halloween costume battle royale, dressed as a hot bunny police officer.
“Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d of been doing this…” she said with a smile as she peeked behind a side door to look at the assembled crowd before ducking back inside.
“I’m telling you, they’ll love you, Ariane.”
Ariane turned at the voice, smiling as she saw her new friend approaching. “Are you sure this wasn’t just for your own purposes, Kanako?” Ariane said with a laugh as she hugged her friend. Kanako looked the country cowgirl up and down with a sly smile.
“Maybe a little.”
The two friends laughed and talked as several more wrestlers joined them in one of the preparation rooms for matches. “So, should I be aware of anyone in this match more than others? I’ll make you brownies for each hint?”
The Modern Day Ronin put a finger to her chin as well as letting out a brief giggle. “Sounds good. Hmm…Even though she’s one of my best friends, I’d have to say watch out for Cassandra,” Kanako started. “She’s experienced and deadly in the ring. Also, just because they are...things I shouldn’t say around you...the Usagi Twins. Don’t let them fool you. And hopefully they don’t...try anything, this match.”
A FAWN intern approached the pair of women. “Uh, Ariane, they need you for the introductions.”
Ariane jolted. “Oh, gotta go! Thank you Kanako!” Ariane gave her friend a tight hug, before rushing off after the intern towards the arena.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the ring, the announcer addresses the screaming throngs of FAWNatics. “This next match is a Halloween Battle Royale! Eliminations occur when a participant is thrown over the top rope and both feet touch the floor! The last woman remaining wins! Our first contestant…!”
Pour Some Sugar On Me
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DEBRA SUGARMAN[
“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’ Suugerrrmaaan!!!”
The fans are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover of the classic rock song within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed ingenue struts out with a swish in her step, beckoning bigger cheers without stretched arms and fanning fingers. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) are eager to see the confectionary heiress back in a FAWN ring. For tonight’s dust up Debra Sugerman wears an adult, risqué version of a Strawberry Shortcake costume. She keeps her candy-apple red sneakers, but instead of pants she wears white and green striped kneesocks that leave several inches of creamy thighs before a flouncy red mini-skirt. Attached to the skirt is a red, short-sleeved corset with white and green piping. Debra wears the pink and white cake hat but forgoes the red wig, explaining to the camera in her Southern accent, “I got two shampoo commercials on deck.”
Debra quickly climbs up the steel steps, onto the apron. She smirks to the camera and gives her hips a playful side to side sway before stepping into the ring and setting up shop in a corner, “Let’s get the rest of these sweeties out, these people paid for a show!”
“Thank God I’m a Country Girl”
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Ariane Jones
The referee took to the microphone yet again. “Our next wrestler is a new debut to FAWN. Weighing in at 150 pounds, standing 5ft 7inches tall. She comes from Rapid City, South Dakota. Please welcome the debuting, Ariane “The Country Cowgirl” Jones!!!”
The arena is filled with the sounds of “Thank God I’m a Country Girl” as Ariane Jones jogs out from behind the curtain. She gets some mild applause from the audience, mainly from those who had seen her cross-promotional ironwoman match with FAWN favorite Kanako Akiyama a few months earlier.
Her attire wasn’t much different than from that match; a darker pair of denim short shorts, and the same type of tied off top exposing quite a bit of her bust and some underboob, though instead of her regular flannel, a smoother, ocean blue fabric and a shiny faux sheriff’s badge. And to top it all off, a cute, fluffy grey bunny tail and matching ears to finish the hot, bunny cop look.
Ariane nods her head to the beat, her faux rabbit ears bobbing along before letting out a massive ‘Yeeeehaw’, then running down the ramp towards the ring, her ample bosom barely contained within the sexy cop top she’d chosen for the night. Leaping over the ropes, she rolled into the ring, smiling wide as she bounded between ropes. Standing on the lowest rung she waved to the fans before settling down in one corner, awaiting the next wrestler to appear.
The Suffering Game
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A trendy, synthwave jam fills the arenas and multicolored spotlights dance over the crowd. When the beat drops the light line up along the ramp to form a rainbow bridge, out from the curtain steps Mune Mune with a model's strut, One half of the internationally known tag team, the Usagi Twins!
The high flying striker from Tokyo, forgoes her dark, bdsm style gear for something lighter in tone but just as sexy. Mune Mune comes dressed as a character that awakened millions of people to new and strange feelings, Lola bunny from Space Jam! The biracial beauty wears a form fitting version of the Looney Toons basketball uniform. White booty shorts with a blue at the legs and waist, a crop top Toon Squad jersey, blue wrist sweatbands, and white, knee high sports socks and beige Nikes. A big, spherical tuff of cotton just above her perfect cheeks serves as Mune’s rabbit’s tail, and she traded in her usual black rabbit mask for a beige version.
With an impish smile, Mune Mune gestures to someone off camera, “Give it!” A pink and grey basketball is chest passed to Mune and the rabbit shows some strong dribbling skills as she. weaves and ducks down the ramp, getting some impressed cheers from the crowd. At the apron Mune Mune forcibly hurls the basketball against the floor causing it to bounce very high in the air, she quickly rolls under the bottom rope, kips up, reaches out and catches the ball before it falls to the floor. Mune grins at the other occupants in the ring while spinning the ball on one finger, “How about you all just lie down now and save yourselves some pain?”
Just then, the bouncy, jangling guitars of Volbeat’s “Still Counting” comes on over the PA system
STILL COUNTING: youtu.be/aXhjp85UNJI
Counting all the assholes in the room
Well, I’m not alone, I’m not alone
You’re a liar, you’re a cheater, you’re a fool
Well, that’s just like me, yoohoo, and I know you too
“From Red Cloud, Nebraska...She stands five feet, six inches tall, and weighs in at one hundred thirty-four pounds...She is “The Queen Bitch”, this is CASSANDRA BECKETT!!”
Right on cue, Cassandra Beckett strides out onto the stage, looking as confident as ever, dressed up as Renee Montoya from the Batman animated series.
CASSANDRA BECKETT:
The Nebraskan Terror looks out at those already assembled in the ring, and spots Ariane. She looks aside at the cameraman just behind her to the right and smirks, saying, “Looks like I ain’t the only law dog in this fight! I better make sure the newbie knows who’s the sheriff around these parts, and who’s the deputy!” She then winks to the camera and struts her way down to the ring, her form-fitting suit hugging her curves very well. After she gets in the ring, she disrobes, carefully folding each article of clothing before handing them off to the ring attendant, finally revealing a simple black one-piece with black boots underneath. “It ain’t what I’m used to wrestlin’ in,” she says to herself, “but hey, that getup was damn fun, so it’s worth it!”
Just then, the lights go out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation, as the last time one of these costume battle royals took place, a certain Ronin was a surprise entrant.
...A shudder before the beautiful
Alas, history would not repeat itself, as the voice of Richard Dawkins became the unlikely start to “Shudder Before the Beautiful” by Nightwish, heralding the arrival of FAWN’s next hopeful star!
SHUDDER BEFORE THE BEAUTIFUL: youtu.be/7oQ8sNSYXmQ
Red and green laser lights pierce through the darkness in time with the song’s driving beat as a powerful yet feminine figure strides out onto the stage, holding up a set of scales in one hand, and a sword in the other.
“From Baltimore, Maryland, making her FAWN debut! She stands five feet, eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred forty pounds...She is the bright, shining light in all of your drab little lives...This is “The Exquisite” SHANNON MARKO!!”
As the lights come up, and we see the debutante is dressed as the Roman goddess Justitia, better known by most as Lady Justice, whose statue stands in most courthouses, Shannon is met with a chorus of boos at her insulting introduction. She looks out at the unwashed filth from underneath her loose blindfold, and she smirks at their impotent hatred as she makes her way to the ring.
SHANNON MARKO:
Once Marko arrives at ringside, she sets the sword and scales down by the ring steps and ascends into the ring. Once there, she takes off her toga, revealing a green bustier with gold trim, matching booty shorts, and white thigh high boots. She smirked smugly as she looked around at her “competition” as she leaned back on the ropes.
Darkness overtakes the stage once again as the rumble of a revving engine breaks the momentary silence. Flashes of gold medals and athletic tracks fill the screen of the FAWN’tron, a single clouded figure on a 1st place podium coming into focus on the tron as a matching cloaked figure walks out to the beat of the bass, a spotlight hitting her as she pauses in the center of the ramp, head down when the lyrics take off.
POWER: youtu.be/KJKHY6oFuZc?t=16
‘Hold up, no you didn't bow, bow
I ain't the chick to walk behind you around town
“Hailing all the way from Cambridge, England... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds. Please welcome, EVERLY KNIGHT!!”
EVERLY KNIGHT
As the announcer calls her name, Everly throws back her hood, bounding forward a few steps with excitement before pausing to take in the roar of the crowd. The lights came back up as Everly started making her way down the ramp, reaching out to slap every hand she could spot on her short trip to the ring.
Reaching the stairs, Everly stopped to remove her custom made black track jacket, her eyes searching when she finally found who she was looking for. With a smile she hopped over to the barricade, quickly pulling off her jacket and handing it to a female fan at ringside. Her Halloween costume was finally revealed, a tight thigh-length dress adorned with the British flag, each arm covered in blue and red armbands and a pair of white wrestling kicks styled like platform boots. All in tribute to her favorite childhood singer.
Slapping each step, she bounded up the stairs and flew through the ropes, doing a little spin as she gave each of her opponents a nod and a smile. A mixed reaction is what she got, leaving Everly sweating as she began scouting her opponents up and down while taking a spot against the ropes, trying to stretch herself out as she looked over two sexily-clad cops, a basketball playing rabbit, the goddess of justice and a confectionary staple.
The excitement of the All Hallow’s Evil crowd continued as the next music brings back many of the fans a few years, and have many of the fans asking, is she back?
A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’:
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<i>‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’ </i>
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and there’s nothing there. The crowd is understandably confused, and some even boo thinking they are being messed with.
The light drops and the music stops. .
The lights crack back on and the music starts again, this time in a candy covered dress and in a purple wig is Gretchen Vaughn, No longer with the VanBurens.
GRETCHEN VAUGHN:
The former Trophy Wife is holding a sign, “TRICK OR TREAT...OR ME!”
The ring announcer says, “And introducing, From Candyland, she stands 5’8” and weighs in at one hundred and forty-one pounds, she is…GRETCHEN VAUGHN!”
Gretchen waves to the crowd and from inside her outfit starts pulling different candies, tossing to them the fans as she heads to the ring. Gretchen happily skips down to the ring and throws more candy out to those in the arena. Gretchen then climbs the ring steps and wipes the purple boots soles on the ring apron before entering the ring.
The All Hallow’s Evil crowd, already in a frenzy after the night so far, turn it up a notch as the ring fills with battle royal participants. The FAWNatics are confused as The Imperial March from Star Wars begins play. Not even the encyclopedias of wrestling in the crowd have heard this music in FAWN before.
THE IMPERIAL MARCH:
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Ingrid Halstrom pushes through the curtain, in a black one piece with a long flowing cape behind her, and red Lightsaber in her right hand and a Darth Vader mask in the other. Then fans notice the one piece actually looks like Vader’s suit.
INGRID HALSTROM:
The ring announcer makes the intro for the blondes, “Introducing first… she stands 5’3” and weighs in at 118 pounds of pure Sith Sex appeal…From the Dark Side in a Galaxy Far Far Away… The Sith Lord Darth Ingrid!”
Darth Ingrid isn’t the normally smiling Swedish Bikini Teamer, her face grim and she glares at the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. At ring side she twirls the lightsaber showing the blonde does have some skill with it. One of the fans reaches out and tugs on the black cape flowing behind the blonde, causing Ingrid to spin and switching the helmet to her other hand she extends her open hand. The young man’s eyes quickly bulge and his hands go to his throat as Darth Ingrid chokes him.
One of the ring attendants runs over and points the Sith Lord towards the ring, with a snap of her arm the man drops to the floor gasping for air. Darth Ingrid then turns and makes her way to the ring, showing off her Sith Powers Ingrid jumps from the floor to the ring apron and wipes the soles of the nearly knee high black wrestling boots before entering the ring.
The women settled into their positions, each wrestler scoping out the competition as the referee got into the middle of the ring.
“And now, time for the FAWN Halloween Battle Royale! An elimination happens when a wrestler goes over the top ropes and has both feet hit the floor. The last woman in the ring will be crowned the Queen of Halloween!”
The crowd cheered loudly at the exclamation as the referee looked at each competitor, raised her hand...then dropped it to loud cheers.
DING DING DING!!!
The ring instantly erupted into chaos as all eight women lunged into action. The two candy coated sweeties instantly went after each other, while Shannon and Ingrid locked up in the center of the ring, the roman goddess and Darth Halstrom yelling at each other. Cassandra and Everly began exchanging punches while Mune Mune made a quick dash under the ropes and out of the ring to the confusion of Ariane. The cowgirl turned lapin of the law slid under the ropes to give chase, better to find out what Mune Mune’s is doing now than be ambushed by it later.
Mune hears Ariane landing on the outside behind her and breaks into a run, leading the newcomer on a chase around the ring. Speed has always been a friend to the Usagi’s, but Ariane’s long legs were quickly eating up her head start.
“Ooof!”
Ariane tripped and fell onto the thin padding covering the concrete floor, Ariane pushed to her knees with a grimace and a red face, embarrassed at such a blunder in the opening of her premier match in FAWN. The Country Cowgirl looked around to see what caused her fall but saw nothing but the floor and the apron skirt, the latter swaying slightly. While the South Dakotan was distracted Mune ran back around, hopped high into the air like her bunny costume would advertise she could, and stomped on the back of Ariane's head, slamming her face into the floor.
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The FAWNatics collectively let out a sympathetic "OOOHH!!" At the sight of Jones being curbstomped. The bunny cop kicks and squirms languidly, her mind fuzzy with pain. Mune Mune kept her sneaker pressed on the back of Ariane's head, grinding in the heel; putting her wrists on her hips Mune Mune strikes a haughty pose using the bigger girl as a footstool, "Your watership's about to sink to the bottom of the roster, bean pole."
Mune bends down to collect the stunned Ariane, getting whistles from the crowd as she expertly shakes her tail puff to an unheard hot beat. Throwing Ariane's arm over her shoulder, Mune muscles her flat onto the apron and rolls her into the ring, "Jeezus, you Americans really have a weight problem."
Mune Mune slides into the ring herself, taking care not to hit the ears of her rabbit mask against the bottom coil as she does. The beautiful bunny looks up at the top rope, then loudly and theatrically groans..
“I have to drag this fat cow-girl over the ropes now? Geez…”
Kicking the redhead bunny cop several times to get out any remaining fight from the woman, Mune Mune yanks her up by her hair and into the corner, performing several more stomps to the officer’s chest, gaining a painful groan.
“Well, up and over we go! Get your big bunny butt over that top rope, fatty!”
Mune Mune managed to lift Ariane up slightly, groaning as she managed to slowly get her into a sitting position on the top rope. Climbing up in front of her, Mune Mune taunted the booing crowd. Thankfully for her, nobody in the ring spotted the two women precariously perched on the top rope.
Though unluckily for her, mid taunt...Ariane awoke.
Mune Mune’s taunt turned into a groan of pain as the Black Hills Beauty slammed a knee into her stomach, before being shoved backwards.
“Woaaahh!”
The baller bunny’s fall was halted as Ariane grabbed her ankles, the faux bunny’s head and shoulders knocking painfully against the mat. The redhead gritted her teeth as she yanked up hard, pulling the Lola themed Mune Mune into a powerbomb position while standing on the middle rope.
“Y’all wanted to go up, well y’all are about to fall down!”
Mune Mune let out a terrified scream as Ariane powerbombed the bunny from the second rope, then let out a groan as Ariane leapt from the ropes for an elbow drop, completing her “Barn Burner” move to the cheer of the crowd.
Not finished yet, a revitalized Ariane hefted Mune Mune like a hay bale, back up by her legs and grinned. “If y’all were any heavier, you wouldn’t be my prop right now! Let’s see how well y’all can fly!” With a warcry, the redhead began swinging the bunny baller in circles. Several other wrestlers leapt out of the way, while others like Gretchen got caught, getting knocked off their feet by a dizzy bunny. Ariane stumbled after seven spins, letting go and flinging the screaming heel towards the ropes. Thankfully for the blonde bunny, she missed flying out, instead rolling towards the apron.
As Mune Mune rolled ungracefully towards the ring apron, a pair of ears poked themselves above the mat. Quick as a flash, two arms grabbed the beleaguered bunny, dragging her out of the ring as Ariane turned to face where Mune Mune had landed.
“What in tarnation?”
Heading towards the side of the ring, Ariane poked her head between the middle and top ropes, searching for her opponent who had magically disappeared faster than a beer at a basketball game.
“Don’t turn your back on me!”
Ariane had enough time to recognize the shout was directed at her before a dropkick nailed her exactly on her bunny tail, launching her screaming out between the ropes.
Gretchen smiled as she watched the screaming redhead fly through the ropes. It wasn’t an elimination, but after getting caught by that big swing, she was happy for getting a little payback. She barely had time to savor her small victory, before two hands wrapped around her from behind lifting her into the air.
“Surprise, Sweetie!”
Debra powerslams Gretchen into the mat face first in a Glam Slam, before hooking her into an anaconda vice, wrenching on the other sweetie’s neck. “Aww, looks like somebody is gonna become a sucker here soon.” Gretchen grimaced at the pain, though managed to throw several fists into Debra’s flawless face, quickly getting released from the painful clutch. Scrambling to her knees, Vaughn popped an elbow into Debra’s face, stunning her for a brief second. The Trophy Wife snatches Sugarman by the scruff of the neck and runs the former beach fighter down the side of the ring. As they reach the corner Gretchen jumps safely into a seat on the second rope, her legs dangling over apron while Little Debbie’s driven face first into the top turnbuckle. Debra’s legs waver and she slumps in the corner, her cheek against the padded steel while she checks her nose isn’t broken, she may become the public face of her family’s company again, Debra can’t have an Owen Wilson nose! Thoroughly satisfied everything is in its place, Debra turns away from the corner to get back in the action- Thwap! While Sugarman tendered to her aching nose, Gretchen sped back to the opposite corner; she blew the fans a kiss, and sprinted back to the former mascot and leaps into another seat on the second rope, this time squashing Debra’s cupcakes with a Lariat!
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Still settled comfortably on the second coil, Vaughn gives the breathless and stunned Sugarmen a mocking kiss on the cheek, “I run Candyland, sweetie, Not you.” The busty bride smoothly leans back into the ring and sweeps the blonde’s from under her, and Strawberry Shortcake lands hard on her cutie patootie. Little Debbie leans back against the bottom buckle while Gretchen makes a third trip to the opposite corner(if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it) and winks at a tall hunk in the second row, and mouths ‘Face Wash,’ giving him a preview of Debra’s face kicked into the stands. Gretchen bounds over to the the beach fighter, her big chest jostling with each step, she sticks out her-
Fwoosh!
“Aaahh!”
As Vaughn barreled near Sugarman, the confectionary heiress pulled a packet of something from a secret pouch and burst it toward the veteran, blinding Gretchen with a cloud of powdered sugar! Gretchen stumbles back, trying to rub the delicious dust from her eyes, leaving her vulnerable to a risen Debra who digs a Toe kick into her middle; Little Debbie runs back into the ropes while the bridezilla retches, with an angry grin Debra yells “Boop!” and rebounds into a high powered Hip Attack that knocks Gretchen off her feet. A misting of powdered sugar wafts when Debra’s skirted bottom connects with Gretchen's frosted face, then in a show of strength and determination Gretchen backrolls almost seamlessly to her feet and dashes half blind at the cheating tramp. Debra goes low, shooting an arm between her legs and popping up to scoop the candy coated rival across her shoulders. Sugarman jumps up and spins on a perfect axis, planting Vaughn onto the ring floor with a Cartwheel Samoan Drop.
SUCKER SLAM
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Debra pops to her feet like she’s spring loaded and and points down at the splayed Gretchen with a flourish, “Candy land is built on Sugarman lands, you geriatric!” Debra spreads her arms and drinks in the applause from the crowd when she spies Everly Knight gearing up for tackle from behind in the FAWNtron. With a startled, “Eep!” Sugarman cartwheels out of the way, letting Knight fly past and crush Gretchen’s tummy with an unplanned Splash. The crushed candywoman lets out a squawk that becomes muffled, “Ghoammph!” When Everly rolls up her body, briefly smothering her with those Track and Field abs.
The face of Sugarman Confectionary keeps the wheel spinning, every standing contestant in the ring tries to knock down the whirling rookie as she cartwheels past. Shannon Marko runs at her like a charging bull, misses by a hair and crashes into a corner. Cassandra Beckett looks to take her head off with a big boot but Debra handsprings away and the detective gets her knee caught on the top strand. Ingrid dives for a Chop Block but the force is not with her, Debra tumbles away and Ingrid’s chest skids against the coarse canvas. Ariane looks at the sptecale taking place in the ring from the outside perplexed, “What the hell is-” Bwang! A shockingly fresh faced Mune Mune sneaks behind the bunny cop and slams her face into the steel steps, Ariane crumples to the floor holding her face while Mune pointedly kicks her basketball closer to the apron skirt, then kicks Jones in the hip, “Zootopia sucked!”. Back in the ring, The warwheel of a wrestler Debra Sugarman alters her path to handspring to bounce against a set of ropes to circle back to Gretchen and spring into another Splash!
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Debra pushes to her feet to stand above the flattened and groaning Gretchen and bows to the audience, who cheers loudly at the unorthodox maneuvers for a Battle Royale. Debra waves her fingers at the FAWNatics trying to coax more noise, “Come on, you can get louder than that!.” They do, but only out of concern when a basketball beams her in the cheek! Sugarman drops to her side like the loser in a boxing match and groans in pain and confusion, the magic bullet of sports equipment rolls away and falls out of the ring. Debra rolls onto her back to sit up when Vaughn’s shapely legs snap around her head like the jaws of a crocodile. Gretchen crosses her ankles and pours all her being into cracking Sugarman’s skull like a walnut, and smiles at the pitbull whine she gets from the blonde rookie in response, “If I squeeze hard enough, will bonbons fall out?”
Ingrid yanked hard on Shannon’s legs, the woman now getting pulled in two directions as her air was cut off by Debra’s legs around her neck, and Ingrid pulling her the opposite direction. Something had to give, and after a few moments, Debra let go in the middle of a pull by Ingrid, tossing the blonde onto her back as a gasping Shannon could finally breathe again. Her respite was but only a moment as the Swedish Bikini Teamer turned Sith Lord yanked Shannon to her feet, tossing her to the ropes where lady Justice balanced over the middle rope. Ingrid grinned as she walked up behind her opponent, grabbing her arms and pulling backwards while placing a knee into the other woman’s spine.
“The force isn’t strong with this one!” Ingrid taunted, pulling harshly on Shannon’s arms, earning cries of pain from the beleaguered Roman goddess. After several forceful yanks, Ingrid released her victim, Shannon rolling towards the corner with a groan as Ingrid raised her hands to the cheering crowd.
The dark lord of FAWN stormed her way towards the corner, ready to finish off her foe when a swish of silver sliced through the air. The crowd gasped, one even yelling out a theatrical, “Noooooooooo”, as the sword of justice cut the air towards Ingird, who looked on in panic…
...until she got hit by the plastic sword in the side.
“Yeeowch!!!”
Ingrid backed away, wincing and rubbing her side at the sword blow and Shannon got to her feet with a wicked grin. Ingrid let out a petrified yelp as Shannon chased her across the ring, the Swedish Sith doing her best to avoid the hits raining down on her.
...until she spied something in the corner.
Lunging forward, Ingrid grabbed the object and twisted, blocking the incoming sword blow with her lightsaber.
Ingrid grinned.
“This will be a day long remembered…” Ingrid stated while rising to her feet. With a quick flick of her wrist, she launched the sword out of Shannon’s hand, snapping her lightsaber against Shannon’s hand. The blonde yelped in pain, clutching her wrist before stumbling back to re-grab her sword with her left hand.
Ingrid grinned. “...now I am the master!”
With twin war cries, the two plunged at each other, a duel of the fates beginning in the center of the ring.
Meanwhile, across the ring and in a corner not so far away, the back and forth flurry of punches between the blonde spitfire Everly and brunette brawler Cassandra finally reached its apex as Everly threw all her weight behind a powerful right forearm. The shot flew just overhead as Beckett bobbed down, springing back up with a forearm of her own that left the young blonde careening back in a half-circle, cradling her cheek. Like a flash Cassandra was back at the Brit, snaking both arms tightly around Knight's waist and pressing her body against her back like a tight hug. With a grunt of exertion the Nebraskan tried to lift the lithe blonde for a German suplex, only getting Knights feet inches off the ground before the track star put all her body weight forward, sending the two stumbling into the ropes before stumbling back, still tied together.
Everly slowly lifting Beckett's arms up from around her waist, locking the two in a battle of strength before spinning out and around, locking the police officer in the very same position! With a heave, Knight tried to lift Cassandra up only to catch a sharp elbow to the gut, the Nebraskan Terror quickly showing her expertise as she quickly grabbed one of the Brits unlatched arms, pulling the blonde across her body with a crisp Arm Drag! The blonde quickly rushed back to her feet, ducking below the brunette's incoming clothesline and rebounding briskly off the ropes, returning with a stiff bicycle kick that just flies over the vets head. The brunette and blonde each take off running, neither catching the other’s eye as they throw themselves against the ropes, each rebounding with breakneck speed as they careen towards each other with sickening speed. Dual clotheslines! THWACK!! Blonde and brunette hair float briefly in unison before both heads crash against the mat.
Brushing her hand across her face, Knight tries to free her vision of stray strands of her blonde hair as she gets to one knee, watching in a slight daze as she spies Marko and Halstrom trading blows across the ring, their fake sword and lightsaber making loud thwacks as they connected with each other or flesh.
Noticing her opponent staring in bemusement at the scene, Everly lunged forward, grabbing hold of her brunette opponent and hefting her to her feet, her head hooked under her arm. With a shout, Everly delivered a stunning running bulldog onto the detective. The British themed woman didn’t waste any time, wearily hauling a groggy Cassandra to her feet, running across the ring, rebounding off the ropes and sending a bicycle kick straight into Cassandra’s chin. The veteran moaned before falling sideways to the mat, shaking her head, feeling as if she’d been hit by a mack truck.
Cassandra was seeing stars as she was again dragged to her feet, and sent stumbling over to the ropes. Her mind flipped into gear, sensing the danger she was in as she saw Everly running the ropes, rebounding back towards her with her arm extended for a clothesline. Cassandra waited for the right moment, before dropping low, dragging the top rope down with her. The newbie to FAWN let out a cry of terror as she flew over the ropes, barely able to hold onto the top rope with one hand.
“A word of advice,” Cassandra said as she stood on the inside of the ropes while Everly tried desperately to find purchase with her feet on the ring apron. “Never clothesline in a battle royale.”
Everly had managed to grab onto the top rope with her other hand, but even gripping with all her strength couldn’t prevent her from getting launched onto the floor mats by the drop kick Cassandra sent into her stomach.
“EVERLY KNIGHT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!” The announcer declared, to the roar of the crowd at the first elimination of the match.
The English flag clad gal groaned and clutched her back, staring up at the woman who had eliminated her. Cassandra looked around, and noticing that the other four women in the ring were quite occupied with their own fights, beckoned the newbie towards her. Everly cautiously approached, getting within arms reach when Cassandra spoke quickly to her.
“You did well for your first FAWN battle royale. Keep up the good work, and maybe I can help you train in the future?”
Cassandra smiled at her now eliminated opponent before refocusing on her opponents, watching as the British bombshell walked towards the ramp. Gretchen...Debra...Shannon...Ingrid… where’s Mune Mune and the new gal?
She finally found the missing pair battling outside the ring. The two women were on the opposite side near the announcer’s table, sending elbows into each others’ faces, when a basketball came out of nowhere and clocked the red headed ‘cop’ in the back of the head, knocking her face into a sent elbow, knocking her to the ground. Cassandra managed to catch a glimpse of two rabbit ears disappearing behind the ring apron in the direction the rouge ball had appeared.
Guess its rabbit season.. .she thought with a grin as she slid under the bottom rope and started making her way around the ring.
As Cassandra slid outside to find some rabbits, the dueling swordswomen had abandoned their now broken weapons, with Darth Ingrid sending several chops to the Roman Goddess’ chest, the blonde reeling back into the corner post with a wail after each hit. After several more chops, leaving Shannon gasping in the corner, the Swedish bikini team member took a step back and smiled. “You have failed me for the last time,” she taunted, before grabbing Shannon by the throat lifting her up in an impressive chokehold.
The audience roared and cheered its approval as the image of Justice’s legs kicked and writhed, with Ingrid grabbing a hold of Shannon’s middle to lift her above her head. Chants of “eliminate her” echoed around the arena, Ingrid soaking up the applause as she headed towards the ropes. Shannon gasped, noticing her potential doom approaching and writhed in the Sith Lady’s grasp. A lucky knee caught Ingrid in the side of the head. The Swede groaned and dropped her prey, Shannon dropping to the floor and holding her throat while gasping for air.
A bit woozy herself, Ingrid grabbed a hold of Shannon, setting her up to perform her finishing move, the Valkyrie. The ring shuddered from the impact, with the Swedish Sith grinning, feeling an elimination coming soon. Yanking Shannon up by her hair, she pulled her over to the ropes and placed her against them. As the blonde went to pull her opponents legs up and over the ropes, a brutal elbow connected with her noggin, sending her to one knee.
“Looks like I have the high ground now, Dark Lord of the Sissy’s!” Shannon spat, sending another elbow into her opponent’s head. Stunned, Ingrid could do nothing but see stars as Justitia lifted her up high enough to grab a hold of her head, then drop to her back, slamming her knees into the Bikini teamer’s chest.
The audience winced, watching and listening to the pain filled wail coming from the blonde as she was unceremoniously hauled to her feet once more and placed against the ropes. Lining up, Shannon sent a massive superkick directly into Ingrid’s chin, knocking the blonde up, and over, and down onto the mat below.
“Darth Ingrid has been eliminated!” the announcer boomed.
Shannon swallowed up the boos, raising her arms as she beckoned for more while walking towards the ring ropes. “Looks like I got to ‘force’ you to leave huh you?”
Ingrid got up, holding her back and sending a glare at the woman standing on the high ground above her, before heading towards the back, briefly pausing before taking the long way around the ring as she nearly walked into a screaming Mune Mune who was sent flying into the barricade in front of her, an irate Ariane following closely behind.
Cassandra grinned as the flailing sports bunny went crashing into the barricade, nearly bending over it to the enjoyment of the crowd in the front row. A steamed as hell Ariane marches over with fists clenched, ready to pound her rival rabbit into a hearty stew. Ariane furiously shouts down at Mune Mune, who’s puddles onto her knees, “I’m sick of dealing with you and your sister, or lover or whatever the hell she is...OWDANGIT!” The cowgirl turned bunny cop is pegged in the back of the head by the omnipresent basketball that’s been plaguing the match all night. Ariane hunches over cradling her head as a figure bursts out from under the ring skirt…
It’s Ketsu Ketsu!
The other half of the Usagi Twins and Mune’s girlfriend! And she’s dressed in the same Lola Bunny costume as her partner. Ketsu runs up behind the stooped over Ariane and leaps on the taller girl’s back with Sleeperhold and a bodyscissors. As Ariane’s face starts to pink, the gears turning her and the fans’ head; it was Ketsu throwing that basketball all night, and the reason why Mune Mune kept bouncing back like she was a fresh faced Kylie Sanders was because Ketsu and Mune were switching out with no one the wiser. Ariane pulls at the arm at her throat and chokes out. “Cheat-ing… cowpieGAH!” Ketsu tightens the noose and smugly growls in her ear, “It’s trick OR treat. And we don’t carry chocolate bars in our pockets like that freak, Sugarman.”
Ariane starts to waver, a leg buckles and she’s on a knee looking woozy. Mune Mune’s on all fours and starting to recover. If the Judy Hopps look alike doesn’t get moving she’s leaving this match on a stretcher. Ketsu’s screaming at her partner to get up, potentially deafening Jones in one ear. “Get up! Get up and get a chair! Let's take this fatass ouWAAH!” At this point, Cassandra Beckett gets the lay of the land, and sneaks behind the strangling rabbit and gives her a big, windmilling slap between the legs. Ketsu shudders like she’s been electrocuted and let’s loose a squeaking shout. The Looney Toon‘s legs pop open like a sprung lock and her grip loosens around Ariane’s neck so she's hanging off the redhead’s back like a cape. Ariane takes in a BIG gulp of air and reaches back to pull Ketsu’s head forward so they’re cheek to cheek, the FAWN rookie stands to her full height, jumps up and lands on her toned ass to chin-check Ketsu with a big Stunner.
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Ketsu flops away onto her back like discarded laundry and lies there with eye rolled back, Ariane rubs at her sore throat and looks over her shoulder at Beckett who puts her hand up placatingly. “Hey, now. I’m good to just cull some of the fluff, if you get my meaning?”
Ariane nods, eager to officially rid the match of the pseudo twins. The country gals each pick up a rabbit by the jersey and booty shorts; Ariane has Mune and Cassandra has Ketsu. Each pumps a kneelift into the gut of an Usagi Twin and throws them back into the ring under the bottom rope.Ariane darts in after her prey while Cassandra climbs atop the apron and waits for Ketsu to stand. The Lola-clone stands adjacent to Beckett and so rattled by the Stunner she seems unaware of the comic book heroine’s presence. When Ketsu gets sense enough to get to her feet, Beckett pulls on the top rope to Slingshot back in the ring to splat Ketsu with a variation of her finisher, the Ace Crusher.
BITCH BREAKER
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Ketsu Ketsu greets the ring floor with her face so hard there’s a lipstick print left on the canvas. The Usagi bounces onto her back, dead to the world, Beckett quickly collects her by the ring togs again and yanks Ketsu to waist height, giving the cheating rabbit a substantial wedgie in the process. Cassandra takes three steps back, “See you later, you creepy bitch,” and tosses Ketsu Ketsu over the top rope to ungainly, SMACKing landing on the padded concrete.
As that happened, Ariane picked up Mune Mune, placing her head under her arm and dragging her to her wobbly feet. Growling, the hotheaded redhead pulled the other bunny babe up, tossing her feet up and over the ropes and slamming her stomach on top of it. Mune Mune moaned, hanging half in and half out of the ring. “Y’all been a stubborn one,” Ariane whispered while patting Mune Mune’s cheek. “So how about a little ole mule kick to match, eh?” Ariane turned about, let out a mighty “Yeeeeeehaw” while releasing a Sweet Chin Music right into Mune Mune’s chin. The heelish baller babe’s face shot up like she’d been tossed for a free throw, before she went crashing over the apron and onto the ground below, bouncing like a dribbled basketball.
“Mune Mune has been eliminated! Ketsu Ketsu has also been eliminated!”
The two crime fighters grinned, the redhead breathing hard while Cassandra dusted her hands of the beastly bunny twins. “You good there bun bun?”
Ariane chuckled at the nickname, before standing up as straight as she could, popping her neck twice before getting into a grappling stance. “I was born ready, bring it on!”
The two allies turned towards each other, locking up in the center of the ring across from another pair of sugary delights fighting one another.
The repeated blows of the candy cane kendo stick across her back brought cries of pain from Gretchen, while bringing grins to Debra’s face.
Gretchen wincing in pain as the candy can Kendo stick cracks down across her exposed back, Sugarman’s wicked grin showing she enjoys the toy she’s found as she moves behind Vaughn and slides the kendo stick between the Candyland dress woman’s legs. It’s not a full blow, but when Debra snaps the weapon up Gretchen howls in pain as her womanhood is assaulted.
Gretchen drops to her knees, hands wedged between thighs, tending to her own candybox as Sugarman struts around a bit before lining up the next shot.
Raising the Kendo Kandy Kane above her head ready to bring her weapon down on Gretchen’s purple wigged skull. Vaughn rolls towards the ropes, and Debra steps forward to bring the Kendo stick down, but it catches the top rope and snaps back into Debra’s face.
Sugarman drops the candy cane, hands covering her face as Gretchen uses the ropes to climb back to her feet. With the action going on around her Gretchen goes straight for Debra and bearhugs the blonde and with a quick lift Vaughn drops back down to one knee. Sugarman’s Strawberry Shortcake Panties give her little protection as she sits on Gretchen’s posted leg after the Inverted Atomic drop.
The purple haired candyland dressed woman stands back up, bringing Sugarman up with her. Gretchen grabs Debra by the back of the neck and runs her at an empty corner, then slams her already throbbing head into the top turnbuckle. Debra’s eyes roll as fans can see the red mark on her forehead from the kendo stick. Gretchen angrily pulls Sugarman out of the corner and shoves her head down and between the Former Trophy Wife’s thighs.
Gretchen wraps her arms around Debra’s waist and flips her up into Powerbomb position. The crowd roaring while Gretchen takes the few steps towards the ropes and throws Sugarman to the floor below.
Before the Eliminated Strawberry Shortcake hits the floor the second time, Gretchen off balance leans on the top rope, and out of nowhere Shannon Marko gives just the littlest shove to send Vaughn over as well. Gretchen tries to catch the ropes, but misses and hits the ring apron and then the floor, eliminated as well.
“Debra Sugarman and Gretchen Vaughn have been eliminated!”
Shannon sent a smirk towards the two candy coated sweeties. “Oops...guess I slipped there.”
Unable to do anything else, Gretchen glowered up at the blonde who had cost her a victory, following begrudgingly after Debra up the ramp. Shannon turned, happy with her two eliminations so far, smiling broadly at the fight ramping up across the ring from her. “I think I’ll wait to shine…” she whispered, before sliding out under the bottom rope, watching the two police themed women duking it out in the ring.
Cassandra and Ariane circled each other tentatively. They had been working well as a unit up until this point, watching each other’s backs whenever possible ever since they ejected the Usagis. But at the end of the day, only one woman could stand tall as the winner in the end, and with that in mind, mutual respect has gone out the window in favor of competition.
“You’ve got a lot of promise, rookie,” Cassandra said as they locked up again, their previous lockups being split between them. “I like your style. Where’d you say you were from?”
“Nnngh!” Ariane grunted as she pushed back against the Queen Bitch, “S-South Dakota!”
“Nice…” Cassandra answered as she found herself losing ground against the redhaired powerhouse, “Nebraska here, though I can’t say I’m too fond of it!” At that point, Cassandra drove a knee into Ariane’s exposed midriff to cut off her progress.
“OOOF!!” Ariane gasped as she felt the air rush from her lungs and doubled over. Cassandra then switched up her grip and hiptossed the cowgirl across the ring to create some separation.
“The raw talent is there, Ariane!” Cassandra praised her foe, “Kanako’s been talking you up plenty, and now I can see why! But you’re still green as grass in FAWN; Maybe one day, you’ll be a champion. But today ain’t that day, baby!”
“HEADS UP, QUEENIE!!!”
“What the hell?” Cassandra blurted out as she turned towards the intruding voice just in time to have her head taken off by a cheapshot lariat by the owner of that voice - Kendra Larue!
KENDRA LARUE:
The Bootyshock Lieutenant, dressed in street clothes of a white tank top and jeans that seemed to strain against her ridiculous curves, stood over the downed brunette menacingly. She crouched down, straddling Cassandra, with malice in her eyes as she layed in vicious punches to the already battle-weary Nebraskan’s face.
“You didn’t really think it was over between us, did you, hick?” Kendra growled as she dismounted her and hauled her up to standing by the hair, “After the way you and your pet loser slut humiliated me, did you really think that was the end of it?!” Kendra’s diatribe is cut short as Ariane tries valiantly to jump in and aid her comrade. Unfortunately for her, her own war cry alerted Kendra of her impending arrival and instead, she sidestepped the redhead’s attempt at a double axe handle and simply delivered a bone-rattling belly-to belly suplex to the cowgirl. “Hush.” Larue admonished, “The grownups are talking!”
With Ariane layed out groaning on the mat clutching her back, Kendra picked Beckett up once more, and stuffed her in between her thighs, “Trust me, Beckett, when I say that the worst is yet to come!” Kendra then flipped Cassandra up on her shoulders, took two big strides towards the ropes, and with a warning shout of, “INCOMING!!!” she released the Queen Bitch, hurling her over the top rope and crashing down through the announce table. Even though Larue was not a participant in the match, the match was fought under no disqualification rules, and Beckett did in fact go over the top rope and down to the floor. And so…
“CASSANDRA BECKETT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!”
The crowd booed heartily, to which Kendra simply handwaved the jeers away. For her part, Shannon had just climbed up onto the ring apron, wide-eyed with shock at what had just transpired. Kendra gave the rookie an up-and-down glance and, game recognizing game, gave the blonde powerhouse an approving wink.
“Not bad, blondie,” she purred, “I think you can take it from here. See you ‘round...if you’re lucky!” With that, the Jungle Queen climbed through the ropes and made her exit, leaving only Ariane Jones and Shannon Marko as the last women standing, the former stumbling to her feet, while the latter smirked at the tired opponent. Ariane and Shannon circled each other, warily eyeing each other for weaknesses. While Ariane’s steps were slower, Shannon seemed to strut around the ring.
“Got the real wrestlers out of the way,” Shannon remarked with a laugh. “Now all that’s left is to take out the refuse and let the true power shine.”
Ariane gritted her teeth, falling for the taunt and rushing in at her opponent, going for a quick elbow jab which was easily dodged. Shannon moved around behind Ariane, grabbing her behind and yanking her arms up. The green garbed wrestler pulled her up off the mat by her arms and with a scream, slammed her back down in a full nelson bomb.
The crowd booed, Shannon soaking up their hate as Ariane slumped forward over herself on the mat. Marko grabbed Ariane by the hair, yanking up to the redhead’s screams before tossing the cosplaying cop across the mat by her hair. A screech filled the arena as Ariane cupped the back of her head, kicking the mat as pain filled her mind.
“Pathetic…” Shannon remarked as she stalked towards the pain riddled woman, again pulling her up by her long, flowing locks. Hearing the boos even louder than before, the blonde kissed her right fist, raised it up, before plowing it into Ariane’s face.
The poor girl dropped like the hay bales she tossed back on her ranch, bouncing off the mat with a moan, while Shannon raised both her hands and did a twirl in the middle of the ring.
Ariane was left dazed on the mat, struggling to pick herself up. Crawling towards the corner, she managed to pull herself up, breathing heavily as she sat winded against the ropes, watching Shannon approach her. The redhead watched as the blonde grabbed her face and pulled her up to look her in the eyes.
“Time to end this, Ms Heifer.”
Ariane was dragged up to her feet, and with a strong hammer throw, Shannon tossed her towards the opposite ropes. The redhead ran towards the ropes, her body flying straight over and out of the ring…
...and managed to barely save herself with one hand, dangling over the edge of the ring. With a herculean effort, she powered up, grasping the top rope with both hands to the shock of Shannon who was about to celebrate her victory.
“You just won’t quit when you should!”
The blonde avatar of justice bounced off her side of the ropes, racing towards Ariane for a clothesline. The cowgirl turned cop felt a surge of anger growing within her and launched a foot out towards her opponent, catching Shannon right in the gut.
‘Justicia’s’ case closed, her body folded in half with a gasp around the cowgirl’s boot, her momentum halted in its tracks while Ariane slid back over the middle rope, wanting to build on her fourth wind. She cupped her hands around her mouth, letting out a massive and loud “Yeeeehaw!”, of which a few in the audience returned the shout, as she started sending alternating elbows into Shannon’s flawless face.
Each elbow stunned the blonde, the emblem of justice taking a stumble backwards as Ariane picked up the pace with her elbows until she got Shannon into a corner. The redhead felt energized by the crowd, letting out another ‘Yeehaw’ before attempting to knock her opponent down…
...only to receive a headbutt in return, a crack echoing throughout the arena as the blonde’s forehead met the redhead’s nose.
The costumed bunny cop stumbled back, a crimson stream beginning to flow from her nose matching the color of her hair. Shannon moved her hair from her face as she started throwing punches back at her opponent, snapping Ariane’s face back and forth, beating her back across the ring towards the other corner.
The audience was in an absolute frenzy, the boos and cheers getting louder and louder as a particularly hard punch sent Ariane stumbling far back, her face an absolute mess, though somehow she was able to reply with a re-energized Cowgirl Kick to her opponent’s chin. Shannon spun from the blow, stumbling toward the ropes and landing draped over the top rope.
Ariane breathed heavily as she stumbled towards her opponent. Marko heard her coming, launching a surprise elbow behind her, one that Ariane barely managed to dodge. Grabbing Shannon from behind, she took a daring move and moved herself with her back facing the ropes. With a massive scream of both anger and pain, Ariane hefted the avatar of justice up and over her in a massive german suplex.
Shannon screamed as the taller, larger redhead flung her over her head and above the top rope. She tried to grasp at the ropes, barely managing with one hand, but the momentum was too great. The blonde’s other hand tried to grasp the ropes, yanking off Ariane’s bunny ears but missing everything else as she lost her grip on the rope. The woman dressed as Justicia landed harshly onto the padded floor, rolling into the barricade before coming to a stop.
“Shannon Marko has been eliminated!”
DING DING DING!!!
Ariane heard the bell ringing, announcing the end of the match, while resting against the middle rope, half in and half out of the ring. The riotous cheers of the crowd gave her energy, as she shakily rose to her feet, resting an elbow across the top rope as she looked around the arena.
A smile finally appeared on her face.
“Ariane Jones is the winner of this year’s FAWN Halloween Rumble!” the announcer states to a massive cheer.
Moving to a corner, Ariane shakily climbed the ropes until she rested one foot on the middle rope, the other on the top turnbuckle. Soaking in the cheers, she let out a massive “Yeeeehaw!”, one that was reciprocated by the crowd.
Exhaustion finally overcoming her, Ariane fell backwards from the top turnbuckle, the crowd’s excited cheers turning to cries of shock as she fell…
“You shouldn’t be that tired…”
...and landed in the arms of her friend Kanako. The Modern Day Ronin caught the falling redhead, letting her land softly on her feet while supporting her.
Ariane couldn’t help but blush, leaning on her friend’s shoulder. “Sorry…” the redhead wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, looking down at the crimson stain against her hand. “It’s been a match…”
Absorbing the cheers of the crowd, Ariane raised her hand in victory one more time, waving to the crowd, before Kanako helped the new Queen of Halloween out of the ring.
