Post by hawkeye on Jan 10, 2022 2:00:16 GMT
Next up, The FAWNatics get ready to see the Fightin’ Fox in tag team action, the Curvaceous Canadian teaming with fellow Canadian Kerri Paige. The guitar riff that roared through the speakers was pure Black Sabbath, but the lyrics belonged to none other than Elvis Presley. Such was the strange sound of the Metal King.
BURNING LOVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gwql53z5ZuA
Inside the ring, the Announcer begins his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is The Fightin’ Fox, ERIN PRICE!”
ERIN PRICE:
The brunette in question didn’t so much push through the curtain as she dances through it, her long dark hair whipping in time to the eclectic mash-up. There were cheers all around as Erin urged them to make more noise by throwing up her arms and shouting. Hips going a mile a minute, the Canadian danced down to ringside, where she started slapping any hand held out for her. The fun-loving woman is lip-syncing along with her entrance music, occasionally stopping for a head whip, arm windmill, or hip shake. She made a circuit around the ring, careful not to miss a fan despite her energetic routine.
Price is wearing a midnight-blue leather bustier and matching bottoms trimmed in gleaming silver. Gray knee and elbow pads, midnight blue boots finished her ring gear. Instead of wearing the traditional robe or wrestling jacket, she sported a battered leather bomber jacket over her gear. The brunette climbed the ring steps, still mouthing the lyrics, twisting her hips and waving her arms. Erin put two fingers to her lips, kissing them and pointing at the official FAWN photographer before slipping into the squared circle.
Moving to the center of her canvas battleground, Price repeats the finger kiss and points to the fans in attendance. Erin appears ready for the challenge of a tag team match, but who’s her partner?
The speakers seem to have an issue as some static is heard, and then….
RISE AGAINST: ANY WAY YOU WANT IT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CBHZTagLtE
The update to the eighties classic gets everyone on their feet as a tall, slender blonde breaks through the curtain. Kerri Paige, the Halifax Hottie, is dressed in the purple and white plaid two-piece, the blonde who became famous after her long feud with Adelaide Brewster. Finishing off the outfit were purple pads and tape around her wrists and a pair of short black and purple boots. Tonight Paige has added a purple and white plaid scarf around her neck that she plays with on her way to the ring before giving it over as a gift to a youngster in attendance.
The Ring Announcer makes the introduction to the FAWNnation, “Her tag team partner, hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, standing at five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. The Halifax Hottie! Kerri Paige!”
KERRI PAIGE:
The blonde bounded down to the ring, slapping hands and smiling. Scanning the crowd, Kerri smiles, seeing the first sign in the audience with her name on it. Running over, the blonde grabs the sign showing it to the camera; it reads, “KERRI MAKES THE GREAT WHITE NORTH HOT!”
The Halifax Hottie hands the poster board back to the owner; she then curls her finger in a come here motion. Kerri leans in, giving the guy a quick peck on the cheek. The lucky FAWNatic nearly collapses back into his chair, heart fluttering.
Paige grabs the offered Sharpe and signs her name before heading to the stairs; Kerri climbs the nearest corner and jumps into the ring. Waving to the fans, Paige allows the referee to check her gear before heading to her corner, kind of greeting Erin, but the pair are not giving off a team vibe.
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down, leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone-heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one-woman powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black, the pale shadows switching to a different slam variation to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Striding out of the curtains is the trio of newer hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; one of them being a tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes, she takes the measure of the ring and the veteran stars occupying it. The Canadian Destroyer’s ring togs conservative by FAWN standards and represents her straightforward mindset and rural background.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down creates a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand, and a third is clutched in her left.
OLUNIKE WAITE
On Olunike’s left was the coalition’s manager, sister wrestler, and dungeon master for their roleplaying games, Hazeema McMurray. The DM&M happily throws Northern Coalition shirts and hats into the raving crowd, always trying to drum up fan support even when just before a match. Hazeema’s doing her duty as manager tonight, playing to be in her soul sisters’ corner for moral support, helpful advice, and to keep a watchful eye for shenanigans from their opponents, as unlikely as that is from Kerri and Erin. Hazeema stands dressed for business and pleasure in a red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down lets her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A brown silk skirt hugs her shelf of an ass and ends just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye travels to her fashionable, strappy sandals, Hazeema’s rib-length dark hair parts into pigtails with short braids that swing in the air as she skips back to her team. They finish handing out free swag, the only object remaining a bottle of Gus n’ Brew whiskey and the glasses.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Hyping up fans on the right side of the stage stood Olunike’s other best friend, stablemate and partner for the night, La Sombra. The Mexi-Canadian Luchadora pumps her fists in the air in tune to the beat of Waite’s theme song. Normally she’d come dancing out, showing off her professionally trained moves, but Erin Price strut her stuff earlier, and Sombra never redos the opening act. Unlike the powerhouse of the team Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type, while Hazeema was short and curvaceous. La Sombra has the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wears tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs. The mesh connects to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts is a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop those holy hills, but under the cups is a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel cap her look off.
LA SOMBRA
Hazeema takes each of her clients by the hand, “Finally making our PPV debut as a tag team, and we’re facing fellow Canucks! Granted, it’s not the bare-knuckle boxing in an ice rink match we wanted, but it’s still gonna go great. We got this!” La Sombra gives her busty bestie a side hug, bouncing in place in excitement, “Yew! Let’s show them how the new Canadians in town wrestle!” Olunike nods, her expression almost imperceptibly happier than a moment ago, “10-4 good buddy, let’s go.” The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema and La Sombraeagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO, CANADA! STANDING AT 171cm AND 157cm RESPECTIVELY AND WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED 115kgs! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY, OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
Before the tall drinks of Esker enter the ring, Waite places the three shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each woman taking a shot in hand, they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike and Sombra hand their glasses to McMurray, who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up The Northern Coalition’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike and La Sombra slide into the squared circle and exchange friendly but professional handshakes with the makeshift team of Price and Page.
Erin and Kerri are pleasant with their fellow countrywomen, but as they move back to their corner, they seem to be arguing over who will stay in the ring to start the match. The referee walks over, saying, “One in, One out, Ladies.”
Price turns, snapping, “We Know!”
Kerri looks upset, snapping at Erin, “Why are you yelling at him? He’s just doing his job.”
The Fightin’ Fox turns back on her partner, “Fine, you start!”
The Halifax Hottie shrugs, “Fine!”
Across the ring, La Sombra stands waiting as Waite leans over the ropes talking strategy with her openly from outside the ring. Erin slips through the ropes and makes a show of holding up the tag team cord attached to the top turnbuckle and making a face at the referee to show her displeasure.
Now through the ref turns and calls for the bell, getting the All Canadian match underway.
DING...DING...DING!
Kerri bounces on the balls of her feet and starts down along the ropes, as La Sombra does the same until they circle into each other in a collar and elbow lock up. Kerri is nearly six inches taller and has to duck down, giving La Sombra an advantage, which becomes apparent when the Mexican/Canadian Armdrags the Halifax Hottie over. Kerri hits the mat on her hip but slides and comes up to her feet, ready to counter a charge.
La Sombra makes no charge, though, instead, she mirrors Kerri’s stance and visualizes her next move. The blonde nods to her, giving her props for scoring the first move. As the two close in again, this time Paige strikes first, grabbing the brunette’s wrist and twisting around into a hammerlock on the busty red-clad Luchadora, the Lucha veteran tries to turn and twist out of the hold. Still, Paige proves to be quick and keeps the brunette held tight and moving towards Erin in the corner.
Price reaches out and slaps her partner’s shoulder, sliding between the ropes and grabbing La Sombra’s free arm. They back the shorter woman against the ropes and send her across the ring with a double Irish Whip. Lucia has trouble keeping her feet, but manages and turns, rebounding off the far ropes as Price and Paige close in; as the collision nears, Erin turns to hit La Sombra with a back elbow, but Kerri leaps and nails her with a dropkick. As the brunette tumbles to the canvas and Paige pops to her feet, Erin questions, “I thought we agreed to Back Elbow first?”
Kerri huffs, “No, Dropkick first.”
The referee reminds Kerri she needs to exit the ring as Erin moves towards La Sombra and gives Lucia a short toe kick to the stomach before she’s ready for the attack. Erin moves around behind the bent-over brunette and slips her arms under Lucia’s. The Fightin’ Fox laces her fingers behind the shorter woman’s neck, trapping her in a Full Nelson. Across the ring, Olunike and Hazeema shout encouragement to Reina.
Lucia tries to power out of the hold, but Price has it tight on her. Kerri holds out her hand, as the two seem to have a strategy for quick tags. Erin starts to grind against La Sombra’s ass; Paige shouts, “What are you doing! Get over here and tag!”
Lucia feels the pressure of Erin’s swabbing her front against Reina’s backside and does not look pleased. Erin is nearly humping La Sombra when she answers Paige, “OK, but her ass is at just the right height.”
Kerri blushes a bit; La Sombra’s getting really mad and stomps down on the top of Erin’s boot, breaking free from the Full Nelson and crossing the ring to tag Waite in. Erin’s hopping on one foot chasing after the face-painted beauty with the bodacious behind, she’s surprisingly agile minus a wheel, but La Sombra’s big strides keep her a step ahead, letting her tag Olunike’s outstretched hand. Price backs away a few steps as The NC’s powerhouse almost lazily vaults over the top rope and lands in the ring with a “Thump.” Hooking her thumbs into her belt loops Olunike looks at Price with her permanently stoic expression and raises her chin at the renowned Apartment fighter, “I’d advise against grabby with me, big shoots. That’ll get ya powerbombed through the ring.”
Erin gives the dusky beauty a slow pan with her eyes, “I have no idea if you’re working me with that eccentric farmer girl act, but I’m gonna love making you squeal.”
Olunikes squints and breathes through her nose, displeased. She gives her head a quick tilt, “Pitter-patter,” and moves forward in a loose grappler’s stance. At the far corner on the apron, Kerri rolls her eyes, regretting being partnered with the Fightin’ Fox. Erin and Olunike meet palms to palms in a test of strength, both sets of arms shredding wonderfully to definition as they push against each other. A stalemate endures for a long beat when Waite’s arms start to inch further and further into Erin’s territory slowly, The Fighting Fox starts to look a little worried at the power in the fetching farmer’s arms and decides to cut her losses. Erin swings her left boot up and breaks the grasp on that side; still connected on her right, Erin twists under the arm, pinching Olunike’s face with an arm wringer. Erin hops up and yanks the captured wing down, getting a grunt out of the Coalitionite. Using the tether, she doubles Olunike over and straddles her left leg, then Erin bends Olunike’s right arm under her left armpit cinching in an Abdominal Stretch.
Olunike bites down any yelps of pain as Price reefs on the hold, the Letterkenny native’s sculpted abs nearly visible through her one-piece as she’s arched painfully around the veteran catfighter. The ref bends down by Olunike’s face and asks if she wants to end it. She shakes her head, “No sir-ssSS!” Price drags her elbow up and down Waite’s ribs, turning her answer into a hiss, feeling the contorted wrestler in her clutches tense up for an escape attempt. Erin digs in a probing claw over Olunike’s liver, making her shudder and lose some feeling in her limbs. Liking the feeling of Waite’s flesh quiver in her hands, Erin ceases her clawing, slides her hand up the farmer’s midsection, and gives the brawler’s boob a few squeezing jostles. Olunike’s mouth becomes a thin line, and she raises an eyebrow while Hazeema makes a ruckus at ringside about “that tart playing grabass!”
Erin chuckles, “Not yet,” and rears her groping hand back to give Waite’s firm glutes a loud spank! She yells over to partner Kerri in their corner, ”This team of hicks has some beautifully made back porches!” Erin pinches Waite’s right glute and jiggles it as she flirts with the frustrated farmgirl, “how about you tag in that manager of yours? I wanna know how well she spanks-whoaaa!”
Having enough of this Tomfuckery, Olunike powers out of the stretch and throws Erin onto her ass with a Hiptoss. After her butt hits canvas Erin side rolls and surges to her feet, she lunges at Olunike but gets chin checked with an uppercut that has her stepping on fence posts. While Price is seeing double, Olunike corrals her into a snug headscissors and flips the Fox onto her shoulders in the span of a second. Erin has just enough time to flash the crowd a worried look before Olunike grips her by the hips and slams her against the plywood with a Snap Powerbomb that makes Kerri and the rest of the audience cringe.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
Erin lies on the canvas wide-eyed and breathless while her legs are held in the air by Waite in a V. The Powerbomb specialist pushes Erin’s ankles forward till they’re past her ears, stacking the Fox on her shoulders in the tightest matchbook possible. Waite throws herself on top of Erin, her hands slapping against the ring floor by Erin’s ankles and her pelvis smacking against the Fox’s upturned glutes for the match’s first and possibly last pin.
With Olunike pretty much humping her, Erin groans as her toes touch the canvas above her head.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Fightin’ Fox kicks out, sending Waite off to one side. Kerri’s in her corner, pounding her palm on the top turnbuckle, yelling, “Tag ME, Erin!”
The busty brunette’s still foggy as she looks around, seeing Olunike had rolled towards La Sombra, Price rubs the back of her head before crawling towards the Halifax Hottie. Hazeema urges her team on and excitedly shouts as Olunike slaps the busty Luchadora’s hand. Lucia races across the ring and stomps down on Erin’s back as she leaps and nails Kerri off the ring apron with a flying forearm. Paige lands on her feet on the arena floor, rubbing her jaw. Price looks up, seeing her partner gone, but worse is the back kick from La Sombra that nails the Fightin’ Fox in the chest.
Erin‘s blasted backwards, rolling until she’s facing the lights with her knees bent under her as she tries to refill her lungs. Lucia sees Kerri still on the floor, quickly climbs to the top of Paige and Price’s corner, and leaps back corkscrewing in the air. Kerri yells a warning to Erin, as the Halifax Hottie climbs back up on the ring apron. Erin’s still groggy from the powerbomb, and the kick to the chest doesn’t move.
CORKSCREW STENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J79fled-KbE
La Sombra’s back slams down across Price’s stomach! Erin’s head and legs jackknife up off the canvas before flopping back down. Lucia flips over and lowers her wait onto the Penthouse fighter, going for another pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Kerri slips through the ropes and sends a boot at Renia’s chest.
La Sombra sees it coming and quickly rolls away, letting Kerri stomp her own partner in the stomach. The crowd is amused, but Paige and Erin are not. The Halifax Hottie looks a little flustered as a grimacing Erin folds her arms over her tummy.
The referee orders Paige out of the ring as she tries to apologize to Erin, but the brunette clearly doesn’t want to hear it. The Northern Coalition seems to be amused as well at the lack of teamwork between the other Canadians. La Sombra pulls Erin back up to her feet, and holding the back of the taller woman’s head, she slices up with her right arm, clocking Price with a European Uppercut that spins the Fightin’ Fox around, sending her sprawling into the ropes.
Price leans against the ropes, clearly not having a good day right now. La Sombra turns, heading to the opposite ropes and racing across the ring at the weakened Fox. The Luchadora leaps, but at the same time, the Fox shows she can play possum as well. Erin leans out from the ropes and dips her shoulder, gutting and flipping the high flier over the top rope.
La Sombra clips the ring apron as she falls, then lands hard on the arena floor. The crowd gasps at the high spot, but Erin drops to her knees, breathing heavily as both brunettes seem wounded. The crowd began to cheer for both to recover and make it to their respective corners for a tag. Erin crosses the hot desert of the canvas on her knees while La Sombra has a more comfortable journey with her curvy bestie Hazeema lending a shoulder to lean on. The N.C manager shepherds Lucia around a set of steel steps and helps roll her into the ring near their corner. Lucia rises to a knee, tagging Waite’s offered hand and rolls back out to sit on the apron. At this moment, The Northern Coalition’s friendship turns from an advantage to a weakness; Waite and Hazeema took their eyes off The Fox’s trek to check that La Sombra isn’t injured, meaning they missed Erin tag in the fresh and fired up Kerri Paige!
The Halifax Hottie bursts into enemy territory with a Yakuza Kick that thwacks off Olunike’s cheek, the powerhouse’s head rolls on her shoulders, and her limbs briefly noodle, still she hangs on to the top rope for dear life. La Sombra isn’t so lucky. An indirect side effect of the Yakuza Kick is the knee of Kerri’s standing leg ramming into the back of the painted lady’s shoulder, knocking her from the canvas into a painful tumble on the floor. McMurray goes into manager mode, pulling a bottle of cold spray from the DEEP crevice of her cleavage; McMurray sits a wincing La Sombra down and starts misting the pain away, saying, “Come on bud. This truck can still turn over.”
Back in the ring, Kerri pulls Waite from safety with a fist full of dark hair and takes the blindsided beauty in a headlock. Taking a grip of her one-piece where flannel meets denim, Kerri shows off her strength by slowly raising the heavier woman off the apron and over the ropes with a picture-perfect Suplex followed up by a float over into a cover. The referee drops for the count, only getting to “One!” before Olunike shoves Kerri off her and straight into the air. The lifelong Face lands on hands and knees a foot away, blinking at how fast her opponent broke the pinfall. Deciding a flood of offence is the best way to go, Kerri gets up and quickly backs into the ropes to sprint forward to Olunike, who’s risen to a knee. Kerri steps a black and purple boot on the posted joint and swings her other leg hitting Olunike on the cheek she struck earlier.
SHINING WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTc8RSCFm3E
The echoing slap of Paige’s strike gets a groan of sympathy from the FAWNatics, Waite is knocked flat, but only momentarily, Letterkenny’s toughest lady shakes her head and slowly turns over and starts to rise in stages. Kerri takes on an expression described as a shrewd ‘WTF?’ bewildered by her opponent’s ability to withstand headshots. Before the strange hick can collect herself, Kerri takes Olunike by the arm and throws her into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip and squashes her against the turnpads with a Running Clothesline. All the air in Olunike’s body is harshly expelled in a single huff when the veteran’s chiselled arm SMACKs against her sternum.
“BOAHH!"
A microsecond after impact, Kerri turns to get shoulder to shoulder with the farm girl and takes her by the back of the head. With three big strides, Kerri faceplants Olunike with a One-armed Bulldog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBnN7dvP9tA
La Sombra and Hazeema cringe at the sight and sound of their dear friend’s face leaving a dent in the covered plywood. It looks like all those blows to the brain are finally showing some results; Olunike Waite starts to push up from the canvas but falters onto an elbow. She gets an unfriendly assist from Page, who raises the stone-headed sower with a Hammerlock and marches her to the veteran’s corner. Kerri tags in Erin with her free hand, reminding her partner, “Quick tags.”
Erin looks annoyed at her partner's reminder but enters the ring and with Olunike trapped in the hammerlock Price easily pulls her into a side headlock. Paige nods as the Fightin’ Fox takes over and the blonde heads out of the ring. The crowd giggles as Erin makes a face at Kerri’s back as she exits the ring, but at the same time, Olunike gets her hand on Erin’s lower back and shoves her off.
“TWHACK!”
Price slams right into Paige, knocking her through the ropes and tumbling to the floor below. Not expecting the blow, Kerri did little to protect herself as she fell hard on the arena floor. Erin looks over the ropes at her partner now piled on the floor, which means she doesn’t see the Letterkenny woman coming with the double axehandle ready to slam the Fightin’ Fox between the shoulder blades.
“TWHACK!”
Waite blasts Price from behind, knocking her chest first into the turnbuckles right in front of her. Stunned, Erin blinks out at the crowd as her arms hang over the top rope. Olunike grabs the back of Erin’s head and introduces her to the top pad several times before yanking the Fightin’ Fox out of the corner, tossing her onto the canvas.
Erin shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs and pushing up to all fours. She looks confused by not seeing her opponent, but then a flash comes in from her left side as Olunike brings an Axe Kick down across the Fightin’ Fox’s back, sending her face-first into the canvas again. The crowd cheers loudly, “N-C!”
Olunike has been in the ring for a while now, so she heads over to Lucia, breathing heavily. Hazeema yells at Waite, “Way to go, BABE! You turned that shit around!”
Waite smiles and checks with La Sombra, “You good?”
Lucia holds her hand out, “I got this.”
The Luchadora grabs the top rope and leaps, swinging her legs over the top rope and seems to start running at Erin before her feet touch the canvas. Price staggers to her feet just as Lucia leaps again and throws her legs around the veteran’s head before flipping back and taking Erin over with a Huricanrana.
The exciting move doesn’t just flip over Price, but La Sombra goes with her and lands in a front face sit on the Fightin’ Fox. The Luchadora catches Erin’s legs and holds them down as Lucia leans forward to press her tits into the handsy vet’s face, aiming for a pinfall and a smother at the same time.
ONE…
TWO…
REVERSED!
Erin pulls her legs down and flips Lucia over, now the Figthin’ Fox has her legs across La Sombra’s arms and her rolled up, and worse, Price digs her chin into Lucia’s thinly covered crotch.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Lucia’s thighs snap shut on Erin’s head, allowing the Luchadora to roll free. Both wrestlers move away from their opponent, Price heading to her corner where Kerri is just now crawling back up onto the ring apron. Paige has a small cut on the corner of her brow, and she presses her hand to the wound to slow the blood. Erin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as she slaps Kerri’s other hand, adding, “Quick tags.”
Not trusting herself to unload her anger on her temporary partner, Kerri grunts in the affirmative while ducking under the top rope. La Sombra opted to stay in the ring to let Olunike recover a bit more and rushes at the Halifax Hottie, hoping to give her the business before Kerri can find her footing, but the blonde sees her coming and sets her straight with a shoulder tackle that puts the luchadora on her back. Kerri attempts a Legdrop, but La Sombra slides out of the way, so Kerri meets the mat heel and tailbone first, sending an unpleasant shiver up her spine. La Sombra somersaults to her feet and heads back to the cables for an extra speed boost while the veteran gets up. Kerri Page feels vibrations in the canvas from Lucia’s steps before she sees her and sidesteps the charging legacy star, lifting her with one hand on her hip for a makeshift sidewalk slam. Years of training in dance and wrestling gave La Sombra a borderline supernatural sense of balance at times. The Laughing Skull’s grace is shown in Orlando when she flips and spins on the axis of Page’s arm, hooking her legs on the blonde’s head and shoulders in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it headscissors and send Kerri tumbling onto her face with a Hurricanrana.
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Kerri makes a pained noise when her features bounce off the ring’s floor, a splotch of red marking the canvas from the cut on her eyebrow. The Halifax Hottie quickly scrambles to the assumed safety of the corner on her team’s side of the ring, but not her team’s corner. Price hops on the apron clutching the tag rope, yelling, “tag me! Tag me!” Meanwhile, La Sombra runs to the farthest turnbuckles, pointing at Olunike as a signal to be ready for the upcoming tag. Pushing off the buckles, La Sombra hightails it across the ring and leaps for an Avalanche Splash.
BWUNG!
Kerri plays matador and dodges to the side, letting La Sombra play Hindenburg! The face-painted fury lands hard on the buckles, her full and pneumatic chest crushed between the padded steel and her body weight. La Sombra rears her head back, letting out a silent howl and crosses her arms over her abused bounty. Kerri grabs her by the shoulder and turns Sombra to her back against the buckles. After lifting the MexiCanadian’s arms and trapping them behind the ropes, a stern Kerri works her fingers into the nearly invisible seam on La Sombra’s crop top and wrenches it open, exposing the upper slopes of La Sombra’s large breasts.
Kerri points her right shoulder to the cornered Coalitionite and explains the catty tactics as she raises her arm, “I’m not one for messing with someone’s gear, but unless it’s on bare skin, this feels half-assed.”
Paige lets loose an endless storm of Kobashi chops that land with the speed and intensity of a machine gun, CRACKCRACKRACKCRACKCRACK!! The audience shrinks at the sound of Paige’s blistering blows, and the ear-splitting shrieks a wriggling and teary-eyed Sombra emits. The flesh of the luchadora’s jiggling juggs ripples with every strike, and if her breasts stayed still for a moment, the camera would pick up red splotches on La Sombra’s skin in the vague shape of handprints.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GS6pV503ZY
CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!!
Lucia Reina’s legs had turned to rubber by the third hit, but the rubber-coated steel cables under her armpits keep the luchadora elevated and an easy target for Kerri’s punishing palm. Her Día de Los Muertos make-up starts to run with tears, she's gnashing her teeth and whipping her head back and forth.
La Sombra can. Not. Stand. Kerri’s brutal chops.
Across the ring, Olunike makes eye contact with her partner several times during La Sombra’s thrashings, and the naked pain in her friend’s eyes spurs the farmer into action! After a glance at Hazeema(who’s screaming at the ref to take Sombra out of the corner), Olunike frantically enters the ring and runs full speed at the blond putting the lash to her N.C. teammate, aiming to squash her with a Running Splash.
Erin’s really enjoying the waves of motion Kerri’s chopping created in La Sombra’s breasts, but not so much she forgot that a match was taking place. Keeping the enemy corner in her peripheral vision the whole time, Erin warns Paige of the tall drink of Eska speeding towards her, “Behind you!” Taking the Fox at her word, Kerri halts her endless barrage and dashes to the right, letting a charging Olunike speed past to crush her partner! The N.C. members’ heads clunk together in the impact eliciting a groan from the crowd. La Sombra looks out of it, her head lolling on her shoulders with eyes unfocused while Olunike backpedals holding her cranium with her face scrunched up in pain. Turning the farm girl around, Kerri shoves her against La Sombra and traps her arms behind the top ropes like the luchadora.
Kerri turns to the crowd and holds a single finger to her lips, requesting silence. Before either of the Northern Coalition can recover Paige unleashes the Kobashi chops onto Waite’s cleavage. The CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!! of flesh rings out again, but this time it’s Olunike suffering and frozen in pain as she whimpers under the assault. Outside the ring, manager Hazeema loses her cool and jumps on the ring apron demanding the referee restore order, shrieking that Waite is not the legal member of The N.C. and her teammate is still trapped in the corner.
Instead of starting a count on the Halifax Hottie, the referee moves over to order Hazeema down from the apron. Taking advantage of the distracted zebra, Price enters the ring to help her tag partner. The crowd’s roaring now as chaos ensues in the ring, and Kerri’s still machine gun chopping Olunike’s aching bosom.
Trapped behind her tag partner, whose back keeps crushing her sore chest, Lucia recovers enough from the splash by her own partner and lifts her legs. Getting her boots on Waite’s curvy derriere, the Luchadora shoves her powerful stems forward. The resulting collisions are like dominos falling. Waite crashes face to face with Paige; in turn, the back of Paige’s head hits Price in the face, and all three women drop to the canvas.
Olunike and Erin roll to the sides holding their faces, Kerri who took the double shot is starfished on the canvas. Lucia sways stepping out of the corner and inadvertently falls face-first into Kerri’s womanhood, sending the blonde into spasms as she grips her sex and rolls back and forth in pain.
Finally, the referee does succeed in getting Hazeema to return to the floor and turns to find all of the wrestlers laid out somewhere in the ring. Falling back to his last memory of the action, he orders Erin and Olunike out of the ring and even helps to start rolling both to the apron. With only two women in the ring now he begins to count both La Sombra and the Halifax Hottie out.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
La Sombra rolls towards the sound of a screaming Hazeema’s voice.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Olunike and Erin make it to their corners, each extending a hand and yelling for their partner.
EIGHT!
Kerri rolls over and begins to crawl towards the Fightin’ Fox.
NINE!
Both La Sombra and Paige leap and tag in their partner. Waite and Price burst into the ring eyes and fists ablaze; each filled with a competitive spirit neither gal is happy with their performance in the match this far and each one wants to be the one to secure the win. The farmer and the Fox go toe to toe in a straight-up brawl! Bam bam bam! Waite and Price trade whip-fast right and lefts while making no attempt to block or dodge. The referee impotently yells "No closed fists!" But he's drowned out by the sea of cheers from the audience as they watch this furious exchange.
The two beauties battle at a stalemate for far longer than anyone anticipates, each woman absorbing punishment that would have concussed a lesser wrestler. The scales begin to tip in one side's favour; Erin takes a right to the chin that puts a wobble in her legs and leaves her open to a left jab to the cheek. Erin fires back with a Heartpunch, but her balance is off, and Olunike takes a painful, but not debilitating hook to the breast that creates a visually pleasing jiggle throughout her bosom. Olunike shrugs it off and pops Erin in the nose, watering the Fox's eyes so she can’t see the uppercut that digs into her solar plexus.
Erin bleats hoarsely and doubles over, Olunike drops to her back and shoots her fist up, clacking Erin's jaw and knocking her into a heap on the canvas.
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Olunike kips up to a minor pop from the FAWNatics. She goes into a deep crouch and shoots into the air and stretches out at the apex; Erin gives a forced “Whoosh!” Of a breath when Olunike’s rockhard abs compact her belly, the Fightin’ Fox’s limbs jerk up before dropping back to the mat lifeless. The Lady of Letterkenny rotates on Erin’s belly to grapevine her legs and grab her wrists, covering the technical wrestler with a full-body pin. Olunike’s pert breasts press against Erin’s with each breath as the official slides in for the count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOWOOO!!!
Erin bucks as hard as she possibly can, flipping the two of them over like a pancake. The official raises a flattened hand to start a new count when he notices why the crowd immediately switched to lecherous hooting during the pin break; Erin isn’t pressing against an unruly Olunike to keep her flat, she’s writhing against the fair farmer like they’re horn’t up teenagers under the bleachers. The Fox grinds and drags her legs, pelvis, belly and breasts against a vitriolic Waite, “Get the hell off me!”
In the Northern Coalition corner, Sombra grips the tag rope so her knuckles turn white “Separate them!” Hazeema down at ringside repeatedly slaps the apron in anger, echoing her clients’ sentiments “Get that perv off our friend!” Erin purrs a chuckle as she gives a cursing and squirming Waite little kisses along her neck and gets lower to enjoy a motorboat ride. In the makeshift team’s corner, Kerri runs a hand through her hair and blows some air through the corner of her mouth. Shaking her head, she mutters, “Well it looks like she’s getting a second wind at least.”
Erin comes up for air to peck the powerhouse on the cheek, Olunike angles her head away whips it back to land a truncated side headbutt. Erin’s briefly knocked loopy and her grip loses its strength making it for Olunike to shove the handsy vet off and to the side, the Coalitionite pushes to her feet angrily wiping off the scent and sweat of the Fox, she turns to Erin who’s up to her knees and looking content, smoothing back her hair and straightening her bustier and bottoms to properly cover up the goods.
Waite is doing the same, though she’s far more displeased about it. Her bra’s clasp is in the back, how did Erin undo it? Waite barks down at Erin “Is your grabbin’ ass a mind trick or are you just a dejen? What’s the story?”
Erin smirks and chuckles like they’re sharing an inside joke. Olunike’s incensed, “You think that’s funny!?” the brawler stomps forward reaching for Erin’s locks but the veteran darts forward on her knees and slips an arm between her fellow Canuck’s legs, the Torontonian surges from the canvas with Olunike lying across her shoulders and just as quickly throws herself into a Samoan Drop, faceplanting Letterkenny’s toughest woman with authority.
Olunike shouts when her face meets plywood and grunts when she meets it again on the recoil. Her Sanders-Esque constitution again shows itself to a supportive crowd; Olunike rolls to her back and moves to a seat trying to get back into the fight as she blinks away stars, but she’s playing into Erin’s hungry hands. Erin pounces on the young lioness; she straddles Olunike’s left shoulder, stepping between her stems close to the brawler’s left thigh. The celebrated penthouse fighter leans down, pushing Waite’s right hand under her knee and taking it by the wrist to close the loop. Forcing weight onto the farmer to compact Olunike into a tight ball, Erin rolls themselves so she’s on the bottom as she crosses her ankles over the farmer’s left knee and pulls down on Olunike’s legs for all she’s worth, attempting to tear the Destroyer up the middle with a hellacious Banna Split!
WISHBONED
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The FAWNatics are caught between cheering for the cleverness of the hold and catcalling the rare sight of a wailing Waite’s raised, twitching buns and widespread legs. The ref tears his eyes away from the farmer’s bootylicious haunches and gets near Olunike’s eye line. As he asks if she wants to give it up, Erin punctuates each word with a hard tug that scorches Olunike’s hamstrings.
“What’d you say, Ollie? Want to call it?” Olunike grits her teeth and shakes her head in the negative, desperately trying not to give how much pain she’s in, but the quiver in her kissable lips and the tears running down the farm girl’s head into her hair tells a different story. Not hearing the magic words that would give the match to Erin and Kerri, Erin switches it up.
Erin releases the stretched-out Olunike without warning, letting the powerhouse fall forward onto her shins and face. The ref scurries back to avoid the wrestler collapsing on top of him; his nose grazes the inside curve of a glute he so barely makes it in time. Price labours to her feet and pulls a jellied and repentant Waite into a squeezing headscissors. Pulling Waite’s into dual Underhooks, Erin swivels her hips and wiggles her ass to titillate the fans and tease the irate Coalition who watch their corner. Finished with her embarrassment of the rookies, Erin almost spikes her quarry into the mat when she lurches into a seat, raising her legs and crossing them at the ankles around the brawler’s stems; Price REALLY pours on the pressure now with this inventive Full-Nelson/Headscissors combo!
FOXTRAP
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With the suffocating crush of her legs and Erin’s enveloping her skull, Olunike can feel herself slipping to the salvation of unconsciousness in this hot, sweaty hell. The Fightin’ Fox hears a muffled moan emit from the knot of their gams and takes it as encouragement. She dials up the pressure on the Headscissors, her legs flex into a beautiful definition as they try to pop Olunike’s noggin like a watermelon. The ravishing rancher’s whine gets higher in pitch and her boots kick pitifully in response. Erin has her eyes glued to Olunike’s twitching, outthrust backside when Kerri calls out from their corner, “Hey! Watch her!” She points at La Sombra, who’s climbed onto the second and third cables, about to launch into a hold-breaking high-flying move.
Erin quickly untangles herself from the comely Canadian while the ref issues a warning to the Luchadora, La Sombra reluctantly steps back down on the apron while Erin gets vertical. She huffs, "Come 'ere, sexy." She runs her fingers through Olunike's luxurious locks and forces them into a rough ponytail to pull the Coalitionite to her feet. Erin pulls Olunike by the hair leash, so she's bent at the waist as they walk to the veteran side of the ring. Forming her free hand into a paddle, a grinning Erin gives each of Waiter's perky glutes a CRACKing spank that makes Hazeema wince and Sombra glower. Erin presents Kerri with a raised palm, slightly moist with their opponent's ass sweat, to bring the Hottie in; Kerri completes the tag, a bit suspicious her partner did that on purpose.
Erin keeps a resisting Waite bent as Kerri pumps a couple of knees into her stomach. The Hottie snags a thrashing arm by the wrist and forearm and tilts her head at her temporary tag partner, telling her to do the same, “Back Elbows.” Erin pumps a knee into a cringing Waite’s side and copies Kerri, taking the Olive Branch for what it is, “Back Elbows.”
Paige and Price bully Olunike to center ring and sling the rookie back like a game of Red Rover, each drop a hip to yank the rookie forward- Olunike jerks backward even farther and wrenches them toward her at the same time! Paige and Price have a meeting of the minds, their foreheads thud against each other, and they break away, stepping on fence posts. Waite sprints away through the space between them to hit the ropes. Kerri and Erin clear the bright spots of pain from their eyes and wander back together, just in time to be blindsided by Olunike’s dropkick! The Toughest Lady in Letterkenny leaves a bootprint on each veterans’ stomach and sends them reeling into the ropes like tumbleweeds in a windstorm.
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Erin takes an awkward tumble through the gap between the bottom and middle ropes but avoids a bad fall to the outside by hooking her ankles around the bottom strand. Kerri’s arguably luckier; the Hottie hits the cables with one shoulder and recoils into a hard fall on the ring floor with the other. With a head full of steam, Olunike grabs Kerri by the back of her top and drags her into a shuffling walk on her hands and feet. Olunike calls out to LA Sombra as they make their way to The N.C. corner, "Let's do the thing!"
La Sombra swiftly hops onto the top buckle, whipping her head back and forth between the oncoming Waite and McMurray down at ringside, "We're doing the thing?" The DM&M digs her fingers into the apron and bounces in excitement, making some delighted viewers in the front row cross-eyed watching her jiggle. "We're doing the thing!"
Olunike hammers three forearms to the base of Kerri's neck to soften her up and tags in her rhythmically talented stablemate. Olunike forces the blonde to stand and pivots behind Kerri; Olunike lowers, threads her head between her legs, and stands up with the Hottie in the Electric Chair position. The FAWNatics are on the edges of their seats; they’re excited and trying to guess what's about to happen. La Sombra leaps from the top buckle and soars over the human totem pole of the women in the ring; as Sombra falls behind the blonde, her legs snap around Kerri's head and her arms around Kerri's waist. The Laughing Skull flips forward, taking the Hottie off Olunike's shoulders and driving the veteran’s head into the ring floor like a railroad spike with an elevated Canadian Destroyer!!
AIR CANADA
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OOOOHHHHH!!!!
The building cries an echoing howl that’s sympathy for the likely concussed Kerri but mostly an ovation for the younger team of Canucks. The reverberation of the canvas ejects Kerri from betwixt Sombra’s thighs; the blonde’s body unfurls like a slinky onto her haunches, arms dead at her sides and eyes rolled back in her head. Kerri sways a little, most likely from the air conditioning than any awareness of her surroundings, then collapses back on her folded legs; the only movement from Kerri is the subtle flutter of her chest.
La Sombra somersaults forward into a swift crawl, traversing the topography of Kerri Paige till the point of the Hottie’s slack chin nestles at the fork of her crotch. Sombra leans over, placing her palms on the mat and presses her thighs tight against Kerri’s cheek, giving her a slight Fish-face. Sombra stares down at Kerri looking for any signs of life, so She doesn’t see the charging Erin desperate to save the match- Olunike intercepts with a flying headbutt! The farmer runs full speed at Erin like a human missile, bizarrely using the top of her skull to paste the Fox right in the face and send her sprawling into the ropes once again.
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The ref nimble bounds over the human detritus of Waite and Price and dives for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“YOUR WINNERS VIA PINFALL… OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
The Coalition’s theme blares through the speakers as an ecstatic La Sombra raises her fist victoriously to the sky and lets out a joyous laugh ”Hahahaha!” Still seated on Paige, La Sombra celebrates with a saucy hip shimmy that puts a grind on the blonde’s breasts. Pinpricks of pain stir Kerri awake with a whimper, before she opens her eyes, tackling Sombra from behind and off Kerri is their delighted manager, Hazeema. The jubilant DM&M squeals “We won!” The lightweight portion of the rookie team gets up from the mat, still hugging each other, when Olunike joins them with a rare smile on her face. She wraps her arms around her stablemates to make it a group embrace “tougher than hell, those two. But we did it.”
Covered in sweat and hair a mess Kerri rolls towards the ropes, the blonde worn and frustrated with the loss. Erin rolls out of the ring ahead of Paige and helps catch the blonde standing her against the ring apron. The pair hug, having put up a good fight but coming up short.
The crowd cheers the Northern Coalition as Hazeema raises La Sombra and Olunike’s arms, turning them around to each side of the ring. The Battlin’ Fox gives Kerri’s belly a pat, and the two give a short round of applause to the winners before heading to the back.
“Hey, where you going?”
Erin and Kerri look back, confused to see the trio of Fellow Canucks holding shot glasses filled with whiskey, the manager holding an extra two cups in her left hand and a bottle of Gus n’ Brew sticking out of her cleavage. Hazeema hands the vets each a glass of their own and fills it with the small town liquor, Erin’s eyes are locked on McMurray’s chest as she pours. Kerri’s too, but she’s a lot more polite about it.
“We had a great scrap, now we share a great drink,” Hazeema sticks her cup in the space between the two teams, Olunike and Sombra clinking theirs against it “Let’s show Florida some Canadian sportsmanship.”
Kerri and Erin each share a glance and shrug, they’re not going to turn down free booze. They complete the toast and all down the deliciously burning concoction in go to raucous cheers, it’s the first drink of many they’ll share tonight.
BURNING LOVE:
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Inside the ring, the Announcer begins his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is The Fightin’ Fox, ERIN PRICE!”
ERIN PRICE:
The brunette in question didn’t so much push through the curtain as she dances through it, her long dark hair whipping in time to the eclectic mash-up. There were cheers all around as Erin urged them to make more noise by throwing up her arms and shouting. Hips going a mile a minute, the Canadian danced down to ringside, where she started slapping any hand held out for her. The fun-loving woman is lip-syncing along with her entrance music, occasionally stopping for a head whip, arm windmill, or hip shake. She made a circuit around the ring, careful not to miss a fan despite her energetic routine.
Price is wearing a midnight-blue leather bustier and matching bottoms trimmed in gleaming silver. Gray knee and elbow pads, midnight blue boots finished her ring gear. Instead of wearing the traditional robe or wrestling jacket, she sported a battered leather bomber jacket over her gear. The brunette climbed the ring steps, still mouthing the lyrics, twisting her hips and waving her arms. Erin put two fingers to her lips, kissing them and pointing at the official FAWN photographer before slipping into the squared circle.
Moving to the center of her canvas battleground, Price repeats the finger kiss and points to the fans in attendance. Erin appears ready for the challenge of a tag team match, but who’s her partner?
The speakers seem to have an issue as some static is heard, and then….
RISE AGAINST: ANY WAY YOU WANT IT
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The update to the eighties classic gets everyone on their feet as a tall, slender blonde breaks through the curtain. Kerri Paige, the Halifax Hottie, is dressed in the purple and white plaid two-piece, the blonde who became famous after her long feud with Adelaide Brewster. Finishing off the outfit were purple pads and tape around her wrists and a pair of short black and purple boots. Tonight Paige has added a purple and white plaid scarf around her neck that she plays with on her way to the ring before giving it over as a gift to a youngster in attendance.
The Ring Announcer makes the introduction to the FAWNnation, “Her tag team partner, hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, standing at five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds. The Halifax Hottie! Kerri Paige!”
KERRI PAIGE:
The blonde bounded down to the ring, slapping hands and smiling. Scanning the crowd, Kerri smiles, seeing the first sign in the audience with her name on it. Running over, the blonde grabs the sign showing it to the camera; it reads, “KERRI MAKES THE GREAT WHITE NORTH HOT!”
The Halifax Hottie hands the poster board back to the owner; she then curls her finger in a come here motion. Kerri leans in, giving the guy a quick peck on the cheek. The lucky FAWNatic nearly collapses back into his chair, heart fluttering.
Paige grabs the offered Sharpe and signs her name before heading to the stairs; Kerri climbs the nearest corner and jumps into the ring. Waving to the fans, Paige allows the referee to check her gear before heading to her corner, kind of greeting Erin, but the pair are not giving off a team vibe.
The FAWNtron screen goes stark white, a rubber stamp slams down, leaving an imprint of the Canadian flag in red ink. A baritone-heavy, men’s choir sings “OOOHHHHH, CAAAAANNNAADAAAA!!”
The screen goes black as the speakers pump out the classic rock anthem ‘Black Betty” by Ram Jam, white silhouettes of one-woman powerbombing another fly back and forth across the screen. When the bombee hit the ground, the world became a fever dream of interweaving colours before resetting to black, the pale shadows switching to a different slam variation to summon the melting kaleidoscope.
Striding out of the curtains is the trio of newer hires from the Great White North with very contrasting styles and dispositions; one of them being a tall, strong, young Black woman with long dark hair in delightful curls named Olunike Waite stood with hands on hips and wearing a stern, inscrutable expression. With slightly squinting eyes, she takes the measure of the ring and the veteran stars occupying it. The Canadian Destroyer’s ring togs conservative by FAWN standards and represents her straightforward mindset and rural background.
A one-piece with a two-button collar simulating a stereotypical farmer’s outfit; an unbuttoned V-neck that stopped just before the cleavage of her perfectly proportioned 34Bs, the top half of her gear coloured red, brown and white in a flannel pattern. A texture and colour change from the waist down creates a faux denim daisy dukes substitute, complete with belt loops her thumbs hooking into the ones sewn at her sides. Two shot glasses are pressed tightly between her ring and forefinger in her right hand, and a third is clutched in her left.
OLUNIKE WAITE
On Olunike’s left was the coalition’s manager, sister wrestler, and dungeon master for their roleplaying games, Hazeema McMurray. The DM&M happily throws Northern Coalition shirts and hats into the raving crowd, always trying to drum up fan support even when just before a match. Hazeema’s doing her duty as manager tonight, playing to be in her soul sisters’ corner for moral support, helpful advice, and to keep a watchful eye for shenanigans from their opponents, as unlikely as that is from Kerri and Erin. Hazeema stands dressed for business and pleasure in a red silk blouse unbuttoned halfway down lets her mountainous cleavage breathe, showing a hint of her entirely unnecessary push-up bra. A brown silk skirt hugs her shelf of an ass and ends just past mid-thigh, leaving her tan legs uncovered as the eye travels to her fashionable, strappy sandals, Hazeema’s rib-length dark hair parts into pigtails with short braids that swing in the air as she skips back to her team. They finish handing out free swag, the only object remaining a bottle of Gus n’ Brew whiskey and the glasses.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Hyping up fans on the right side of the stage stood Olunike’s other best friend, stablemate and partner for the night, La Sombra. The Mexi-Canadian Luchadora pumps her fists in the air in tune to the beat of Waite’s theme song. Normally she’d come dancing out, showing off her professionally trained moves, but Erin Price strut her stuff earlier, and Sombra never redos the opening act. Unlike the powerhouse of the team Olunike Waite, La Sombra looked at the untamed territory of FAWN with an alluring yet mischievous smile, eyes full of mirth... and a face painted like a Día de Los Muertos sugar skull.
The newest generation of La Familia de Sombras struck the perfect medium between her partners in physicality. Olunike was a tall, slender, hardbody type, while Hazeema was short and curvaceous. La Sombra has the body and subtle muscle movements of a gymnast while blessed with a bounty of bosom and buns. Taut and firm, rippling with power, yet a distinctly feminine figure.
The Canadian luchadora wears tight red pants whose legs consisted of a very sheer, imperial red mesh that showed off her chiselled legs. The mesh connects to barn red leather bikini bottoms decorated with black metal buttons around the waist and leg holes. Covering her ample breasts is a bikini top in the same style as her bottoms, the top half of her breast puffing over the edge of the fabric. Overtop those holy hills, but under the cups is a sleeved crop top, made of the same material as the pant legs. Red boots with a white maple leaf on each heel cap her look off.
LA SOMBRA
Hazeema takes each of her clients by the hand, “Finally making our PPV debut as a tag team, and we’re facing fellow Canucks! Granted, it’s not the bare-knuckle boxing in an ice rink match we wanted, but it’s still gonna go great. We got this!” La Sombra gives her busty bestie a side hug, bouncing in place in excitement, “Yew! Let’s show them how the new Canadians in town wrestle!” Olunike nods, her expression almost imperceptibly happier than a moment ago, “10-4 good buddy, let’s go.” The multicultural team makes their way down the ramp, Hazeema and La Sombraeagerly greeting fans along the way while Olunike slaps a hand now and then out of politeness.
“FROM LETTERKENNY, ONTARIO, CANADA! STANDING AT 171cm AND 157cm RESPECTIVELY AND WEIGHING IN AT A COMBINED 115kgs! ACCOMPANIED BY HAZEEMA MCMURRAY, OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
Before the tall drinks of Esker enter the ring, Waite places the three shot glasses she’s been carrying on the apron’s edge while McMurray opens up the whiskey to pour themselves a drink. Each woman taking a shot in hand, they tap the bottom of the glasses against the ring twice before knocking ‘em back to rowdy cheers! Olunike and Sombra hand their glasses to McMurray, who heads over to the commentator’s table to talk up The Northern Coalition’s wrestling acumen to the viewers (much to Buck’s delight). Olunike and La Sombra slide into the squared circle and exchange friendly but professional handshakes with the makeshift team of Price and Page.
Erin and Kerri are pleasant with their fellow countrywomen, but as they move back to their corner, they seem to be arguing over who will stay in the ring to start the match. The referee walks over, saying, “One in, One out, Ladies.”
Price turns, snapping, “We Know!”
Kerri looks upset, snapping at Erin, “Why are you yelling at him? He’s just doing his job.”
The Fightin’ Fox turns back on her partner, “Fine, you start!”
The Halifax Hottie shrugs, “Fine!”
Across the ring, La Sombra stands waiting as Waite leans over the ropes talking strategy with her openly from outside the ring. Erin slips through the ropes and makes a show of holding up the tag team cord attached to the top turnbuckle and making a face at the referee to show her displeasure.
Now through the ref turns and calls for the bell, getting the All Canadian match underway.
DING...DING...DING!
Kerri bounces on the balls of her feet and starts down along the ropes, as La Sombra does the same until they circle into each other in a collar and elbow lock up. Kerri is nearly six inches taller and has to duck down, giving La Sombra an advantage, which becomes apparent when the Mexican/Canadian Armdrags the Halifax Hottie over. Kerri hits the mat on her hip but slides and comes up to her feet, ready to counter a charge.
La Sombra makes no charge, though, instead, she mirrors Kerri’s stance and visualizes her next move. The blonde nods to her, giving her props for scoring the first move. As the two close in again, this time Paige strikes first, grabbing the brunette’s wrist and twisting around into a hammerlock on the busty red-clad Luchadora, the Lucha veteran tries to turn and twist out of the hold. Still, Paige proves to be quick and keeps the brunette held tight and moving towards Erin in the corner.
Price reaches out and slaps her partner’s shoulder, sliding between the ropes and grabbing La Sombra’s free arm. They back the shorter woman against the ropes and send her across the ring with a double Irish Whip. Lucia has trouble keeping her feet, but manages and turns, rebounding off the far ropes as Price and Paige close in; as the collision nears, Erin turns to hit La Sombra with a back elbow, but Kerri leaps and nails her with a dropkick. As the brunette tumbles to the canvas and Paige pops to her feet, Erin questions, “I thought we agreed to Back Elbow first?”
Kerri huffs, “No, Dropkick first.”
The referee reminds Kerri she needs to exit the ring as Erin moves towards La Sombra and gives Lucia a short toe kick to the stomach before she’s ready for the attack. Erin moves around behind the bent-over brunette and slips her arms under Lucia’s. The Fightin’ Fox laces her fingers behind the shorter woman’s neck, trapping her in a Full Nelson. Across the ring, Olunike and Hazeema shout encouragement to Reina.
Lucia tries to power out of the hold, but Price has it tight on her. Kerri holds out her hand, as the two seem to have a strategy for quick tags. Erin starts to grind against La Sombra’s ass; Paige shouts, “What are you doing! Get over here and tag!”
Lucia feels the pressure of Erin’s swabbing her front against Reina’s backside and does not look pleased. Erin is nearly humping La Sombra when she answers Paige, “OK, but her ass is at just the right height.”
Kerri blushes a bit; La Sombra’s getting really mad and stomps down on the top of Erin’s boot, breaking free from the Full Nelson and crossing the ring to tag Waite in. Erin’s hopping on one foot chasing after the face-painted beauty with the bodacious behind, she’s surprisingly agile minus a wheel, but La Sombra’s big strides keep her a step ahead, letting her tag Olunike’s outstretched hand. Price backs away a few steps as The NC’s powerhouse almost lazily vaults over the top rope and lands in the ring with a “Thump.” Hooking her thumbs into her belt loops Olunike looks at Price with her permanently stoic expression and raises her chin at the renowned Apartment fighter, “I’d advise against grabby with me, big shoots. That’ll get ya powerbombed through the ring.”
Erin gives the dusky beauty a slow pan with her eyes, “I have no idea if you’re working me with that eccentric farmer girl act, but I’m gonna love making you squeal.”
Olunikes squints and breathes through her nose, displeased. She gives her head a quick tilt, “Pitter-patter,” and moves forward in a loose grappler’s stance. At the far corner on the apron, Kerri rolls her eyes, regretting being partnered with the Fightin’ Fox. Erin and Olunike meet palms to palms in a test of strength, both sets of arms shredding wonderfully to definition as they push against each other. A stalemate endures for a long beat when Waite’s arms start to inch further and further into Erin’s territory slowly, The Fighting Fox starts to look a little worried at the power in the fetching farmer’s arms and decides to cut her losses. Erin swings her left boot up and breaks the grasp on that side; still connected on her right, Erin twists under the arm, pinching Olunike’s face with an arm wringer. Erin hops up and yanks the captured wing down, getting a grunt out of the Coalitionite. Using the tether, she doubles Olunike over and straddles her left leg, then Erin bends Olunike’s right arm under her left armpit cinching in an Abdominal Stretch.
Olunike bites down any yelps of pain as Price reefs on the hold, the Letterkenny native’s sculpted abs nearly visible through her one-piece as she’s arched painfully around the veteran catfighter. The ref bends down by Olunike’s face and asks if she wants to end it. She shakes her head, “No sir-ssSS!” Price drags her elbow up and down Waite’s ribs, turning her answer into a hiss, feeling the contorted wrestler in her clutches tense up for an escape attempt. Erin digs in a probing claw over Olunike’s liver, making her shudder and lose some feeling in her limbs. Liking the feeling of Waite’s flesh quiver in her hands, Erin ceases her clawing, slides her hand up the farmer’s midsection, and gives the brawler’s boob a few squeezing jostles. Olunike’s mouth becomes a thin line, and she raises an eyebrow while Hazeema makes a ruckus at ringside about “that tart playing grabass!”
Erin chuckles, “Not yet,” and rears her groping hand back to give Waite’s firm glutes a loud spank! She yells over to partner Kerri in their corner, ”This team of hicks has some beautifully made back porches!” Erin pinches Waite’s right glute and jiggles it as she flirts with the frustrated farmgirl, “how about you tag in that manager of yours? I wanna know how well she spanks-whoaaa!”
Having enough of this Tomfuckery, Olunike powers out of the stretch and throws Erin onto her ass with a Hiptoss. After her butt hits canvas Erin side rolls and surges to her feet, she lunges at Olunike but gets chin checked with an uppercut that has her stepping on fence posts. While Price is seeing double, Olunike corrals her into a snug headscissors and flips the Fox onto her shoulders in the span of a second. Erin has just enough time to flash the crowd a worried look before Olunike grips her by the hips and slams her against the plywood with a Snap Powerbomb that makes Kerri and the rest of the audience cringe.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
Erin lies on the canvas wide-eyed and breathless while her legs are held in the air by Waite in a V. The Powerbomb specialist pushes Erin’s ankles forward till they’re past her ears, stacking the Fox on her shoulders in the tightest matchbook possible. Waite throws herself on top of Erin, her hands slapping against the ring floor by Erin’s ankles and her pelvis smacking against the Fox’s upturned glutes for the match’s first and possibly last pin.
With Olunike pretty much humping her, Erin groans as her toes touch the canvas above her head.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The Fightin’ Fox kicks out, sending Waite off to one side. Kerri’s in her corner, pounding her palm on the top turnbuckle, yelling, “Tag ME, Erin!”
The busty brunette’s still foggy as she looks around, seeing Olunike had rolled towards La Sombra, Price rubs the back of her head before crawling towards the Halifax Hottie. Hazeema urges her team on and excitedly shouts as Olunike slaps the busty Luchadora’s hand. Lucia races across the ring and stomps down on Erin’s back as she leaps and nails Kerri off the ring apron with a flying forearm. Paige lands on her feet on the arena floor, rubbing her jaw. Price looks up, seeing her partner gone, but worse is the back kick from La Sombra that nails the Fightin’ Fox in the chest.
Erin‘s blasted backwards, rolling until she’s facing the lights with her knees bent under her as she tries to refill her lungs. Lucia sees Kerri still on the floor, quickly climbs to the top of Paige and Price’s corner, and leaps back corkscrewing in the air. Kerri yells a warning to Erin, as the Halifax Hottie climbs back up on the ring apron. Erin’s still groggy from the powerbomb, and the kick to the chest doesn’t move.
CORKSCREW STENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J79fled-KbE
La Sombra’s back slams down across Price’s stomach! Erin’s head and legs jackknife up off the canvas before flopping back down. Lucia flips over and lowers her wait onto the Penthouse fighter, going for another pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Kerri slips through the ropes and sends a boot at Renia’s chest.
La Sombra sees it coming and quickly rolls away, letting Kerri stomp her own partner in the stomach. The crowd is amused, but Paige and Erin are not. The Halifax Hottie looks a little flustered as a grimacing Erin folds her arms over her tummy.
The referee orders Paige out of the ring as she tries to apologize to Erin, but the brunette clearly doesn’t want to hear it. The Northern Coalition seems to be amused as well at the lack of teamwork between the other Canadians. La Sombra pulls Erin back up to her feet, and holding the back of the taller woman’s head, she slices up with her right arm, clocking Price with a European Uppercut that spins the Fightin’ Fox around, sending her sprawling into the ropes.
Price leans against the ropes, clearly not having a good day right now. La Sombra turns, heading to the opposite ropes and racing across the ring at the weakened Fox. The Luchadora leaps, but at the same time, the Fox shows she can play possum as well. Erin leans out from the ropes and dips her shoulder, gutting and flipping the high flier over the top rope.
La Sombra clips the ring apron as she falls, then lands hard on the arena floor. The crowd gasps at the high spot, but Erin drops to her knees, breathing heavily as both brunettes seem wounded. The crowd began to cheer for both to recover and make it to their respective corners for a tag. Erin crosses the hot desert of the canvas on her knees while La Sombra has a more comfortable journey with her curvy bestie Hazeema lending a shoulder to lean on. The N.C manager shepherds Lucia around a set of steel steps and helps roll her into the ring near their corner. Lucia rises to a knee, tagging Waite’s offered hand and rolls back out to sit on the apron. At this moment, The Northern Coalition’s friendship turns from an advantage to a weakness; Waite and Hazeema took their eyes off The Fox’s trek to check that La Sombra isn’t injured, meaning they missed Erin tag in the fresh and fired up Kerri Paige!
The Halifax Hottie bursts into enemy territory with a Yakuza Kick that thwacks off Olunike’s cheek, the powerhouse’s head rolls on her shoulders, and her limbs briefly noodle, still she hangs on to the top rope for dear life. La Sombra isn’t so lucky. An indirect side effect of the Yakuza Kick is the knee of Kerri’s standing leg ramming into the back of the painted lady’s shoulder, knocking her from the canvas into a painful tumble on the floor. McMurray goes into manager mode, pulling a bottle of cold spray from the DEEP crevice of her cleavage; McMurray sits a wincing La Sombra down and starts misting the pain away, saying, “Come on bud. This truck can still turn over.”
Back in the ring, Kerri pulls Waite from safety with a fist full of dark hair and takes the blindsided beauty in a headlock. Taking a grip of her one-piece where flannel meets denim, Kerri shows off her strength by slowly raising the heavier woman off the apron and over the ropes with a picture-perfect Suplex followed up by a float over into a cover. The referee drops for the count, only getting to “One!” before Olunike shoves Kerri off her and straight into the air. The lifelong Face lands on hands and knees a foot away, blinking at how fast her opponent broke the pinfall. Deciding a flood of offence is the best way to go, Kerri gets up and quickly backs into the ropes to sprint forward to Olunike, who’s risen to a knee. Kerri steps a black and purple boot on the posted joint and swings her other leg hitting Olunike on the cheek she struck earlier.
SHINING WIZARD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTc8RSCFm3E
The echoing slap of Paige’s strike gets a groan of sympathy from the FAWNatics, Waite is knocked flat, but only momentarily, Letterkenny’s toughest lady shakes her head and slowly turns over and starts to rise in stages. Kerri takes on an expression described as a shrewd ‘WTF?’ bewildered by her opponent’s ability to withstand headshots. Before the strange hick can collect herself, Kerri takes Olunike by the arm and throws her into a neutral corner with an Irish Whip and squashes her against the turnpads with a Running Clothesline. All the air in Olunike’s body is harshly expelled in a single huff when the veteran’s chiselled arm SMACKs against her sternum.
“BOAHH!"
A microsecond after impact, Kerri turns to get shoulder to shoulder with the farm girl and takes her by the back of the head. With three big strides, Kerri faceplants Olunike with a One-armed Bulldog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBnN7dvP9tA
La Sombra and Hazeema cringe at the sight and sound of their dear friend’s face leaving a dent in the covered plywood. It looks like all those blows to the brain are finally showing some results; Olunike Waite starts to push up from the canvas but falters onto an elbow. She gets an unfriendly assist from Page, who raises the stone-headed sower with a Hammerlock and marches her to the veteran’s corner. Kerri tags in Erin with her free hand, reminding her partner, “Quick tags.”
Erin looks annoyed at her partner's reminder but enters the ring and with Olunike trapped in the hammerlock Price easily pulls her into a side headlock. Paige nods as the Fightin’ Fox takes over and the blonde heads out of the ring. The crowd giggles as Erin makes a face at Kerri’s back as she exits the ring, but at the same time, Olunike gets her hand on Erin’s lower back and shoves her off.
“TWHACK!”
Price slams right into Paige, knocking her through the ropes and tumbling to the floor below. Not expecting the blow, Kerri did little to protect herself as she fell hard on the arena floor. Erin looks over the ropes at her partner now piled on the floor, which means she doesn’t see the Letterkenny woman coming with the double axehandle ready to slam the Fightin’ Fox between the shoulder blades.
“TWHACK!”
Waite blasts Price from behind, knocking her chest first into the turnbuckles right in front of her. Stunned, Erin blinks out at the crowd as her arms hang over the top rope. Olunike grabs the back of Erin’s head and introduces her to the top pad several times before yanking the Fightin’ Fox out of the corner, tossing her onto the canvas.
Erin shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs and pushing up to all fours. She looks confused by not seeing her opponent, but then a flash comes in from her left side as Olunike brings an Axe Kick down across the Fightin’ Fox’s back, sending her face-first into the canvas again. The crowd cheers loudly, “N-C!”
Olunike has been in the ring for a while now, so she heads over to Lucia, breathing heavily. Hazeema yells at Waite, “Way to go, BABE! You turned that shit around!”
Waite smiles and checks with La Sombra, “You good?”
Lucia holds her hand out, “I got this.”
The Luchadora grabs the top rope and leaps, swinging her legs over the top rope and seems to start running at Erin before her feet touch the canvas. Price staggers to her feet just as Lucia leaps again and throws her legs around the veteran’s head before flipping back and taking Erin over with a Huricanrana.
The exciting move doesn’t just flip over Price, but La Sombra goes with her and lands in a front face sit on the Fightin’ Fox. The Luchadora catches Erin’s legs and holds them down as Lucia leans forward to press her tits into the handsy vet’s face, aiming for a pinfall and a smother at the same time.
ONE…
TWO…
REVERSED!
Erin pulls her legs down and flips Lucia over, now the Figthin’ Fox has her legs across La Sombra’s arms and her rolled up, and worse, Price digs her chin into Lucia’s thinly covered crotch.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Lucia’s thighs snap shut on Erin’s head, allowing the Luchadora to roll free. Both wrestlers move away from their opponent, Price heading to her corner where Kerri is just now crawling back up onto the ring apron. Paige has a small cut on the corner of her brow, and she presses her hand to the wound to slow the blood. Erin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care as she slaps Kerri’s other hand, adding, “Quick tags.”
Not trusting herself to unload her anger on her temporary partner, Kerri grunts in the affirmative while ducking under the top rope. La Sombra opted to stay in the ring to let Olunike recover a bit more and rushes at the Halifax Hottie, hoping to give her the business before Kerri can find her footing, but the blonde sees her coming and sets her straight with a shoulder tackle that puts the luchadora on her back. Kerri attempts a Legdrop, but La Sombra slides out of the way, so Kerri meets the mat heel and tailbone first, sending an unpleasant shiver up her spine. La Sombra somersaults to her feet and heads back to the cables for an extra speed boost while the veteran gets up. Kerri Page feels vibrations in the canvas from Lucia’s steps before she sees her and sidesteps the charging legacy star, lifting her with one hand on her hip for a makeshift sidewalk slam. Years of training in dance and wrestling gave La Sombra a borderline supernatural sense of balance at times. The Laughing Skull’s grace is shown in Orlando when she flips and spins on the axis of Page’s arm, hooking her legs on the blonde’s head and shoulders in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it headscissors and send Kerri tumbling onto her face with a Hurricanrana.
youtu.be/B8og_GOY_vY?t=29
Kerri makes a pained noise when her features bounce off the ring’s floor, a splotch of red marking the canvas from the cut on her eyebrow. The Halifax Hottie quickly scrambles to the assumed safety of the corner on her team’s side of the ring, but not her team’s corner. Price hops on the apron clutching the tag rope, yelling, “tag me! Tag me!” Meanwhile, La Sombra runs to the farthest turnbuckles, pointing at Olunike as a signal to be ready for the upcoming tag. Pushing off the buckles, La Sombra hightails it across the ring and leaps for an Avalanche Splash.
BWUNG!
Kerri plays matador and dodges to the side, letting La Sombra play Hindenburg! The face-painted fury lands hard on the buckles, her full and pneumatic chest crushed between the padded steel and her body weight. La Sombra rears her head back, letting out a silent howl and crosses her arms over her abused bounty. Kerri grabs her by the shoulder and turns Sombra to her back against the buckles. After lifting the MexiCanadian’s arms and trapping them behind the ropes, a stern Kerri works her fingers into the nearly invisible seam on La Sombra’s crop top and wrenches it open, exposing the upper slopes of La Sombra’s large breasts.
Kerri points her right shoulder to the cornered Coalitionite and explains the catty tactics as she raises her arm, “I’m not one for messing with someone’s gear, but unless it’s on bare skin, this feels half-assed.”
Paige lets loose an endless storm of Kobashi chops that land with the speed and intensity of a machine gun, CRACKCRACKRACKCRACKCRACK!! The audience shrinks at the sound of Paige’s blistering blows, and the ear-splitting shrieks a wriggling and teary-eyed Sombra emits. The flesh of the luchadora’s jiggling juggs ripples with every strike, and if her breasts stayed still for a moment, the camera would pick up red splotches on La Sombra’s skin in the vague shape of handprints.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GS6pV503ZY
CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!!
Lucia Reina’s legs had turned to rubber by the third hit, but the rubber-coated steel cables under her armpits keep the luchadora elevated and an easy target for Kerri’s punishing palm. Her Día de Los Muertos make-up starts to run with tears, she's gnashing her teeth and whipping her head back and forth.
La Sombra can. Not. Stand. Kerri’s brutal chops.
Across the ring, Olunike makes eye contact with her partner several times during La Sombra’s thrashings, and the naked pain in her friend’s eyes spurs the farmer into action! After a glance at Hazeema(who’s screaming at the ref to take Sombra out of the corner), Olunike frantically enters the ring and runs full speed at the blond putting the lash to her N.C. teammate, aiming to squash her with a Running Splash.
Erin’s really enjoying the waves of motion Kerri’s chopping created in La Sombra’s breasts, but not so much she forgot that a match was taking place. Keeping the enemy corner in her peripheral vision the whole time, Erin warns Paige of the tall drink of Eska speeding towards her, “Behind you!” Taking the Fox at her word, Kerri halts her endless barrage and dashes to the right, letting a charging Olunike speed past to crush her partner! The N.C. members’ heads clunk together in the impact eliciting a groan from the crowd. La Sombra looks out of it, her head lolling on her shoulders with eyes unfocused while Olunike backpedals holding her cranium with her face scrunched up in pain. Turning the farm girl around, Kerri shoves her against La Sombra and traps her arms behind the top ropes like the luchadora.
Kerri turns to the crowd and holds a single finger to her lips, requesting silence. Before either of the Northern Coalition can recover Paige unleashes the Kobashi chops onto Waite’s cleavage. The CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK!! of flesh rings out again, but this time it’s Olunike suffering and frozen in pain as she whimpers under the assault. Outside the ring, manager Hazeema loses her cool and jumps on the ring apron demanding the referee restore order, shrieking that Waite is not the legal member of The N.C. and her teammate is still trapped in the corner.
Instead of starting a count on the Halifax Hottie, the referee moves over to order Hazeema down from the apron. Taking advantage of the distracted zebra, Price enters the ring to help her tag partner. The crowd’s roaring now as chaos ensues in the ring, and Kerri’s still machine gun chopping Olunike’s aching bosom.
Trapped behind her tag partner, whose back keeps crushing her sore chest, Lucia recovers enough from the splash by her own partner and lifts her legs. Getting her boots on Waite’s curvy derriere, the Luchadora shoves her powerful stems forward. The resulting collisions are like dominos falling. Waite crashes face to face with Paige; in turn, the back of Paige’s head hits Price in the face, and all three women drop to the canvas.
Olunike and Erin roll to the sides holding their faces, Kerri who took the double shot is starfished on the canvas. Lucia sways stepping out of the corner and inadvertently falls face-first into Kerri’s womanhood, sending the blonde into spasms as she grips her sex and rolls back and forth in pain.
Finally, the referee does succeed in getting Hazeema to return to the floor and turns to find all of the wrestlers laid out somewhere in the ring. Falling back to his last memory of the action, he orders Erin and Olunike out of the ring and even helps to start rolling both to the apron. With only two women in the ring now he begins to count both La Sombra and the Halifax Hottie out.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
La Sombra rolls towards the sound of a screaming Hazeema’s voice.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Olunike and Erin make it to their corners, each extending a hand and yelling for their partner.
EIGHT!
Kerri rolls over and begins to crawl towards the Fightin’ Fox.
NINE!
Both La Sombra and Paige leap and tag in their partner. Waite and Price burst into the ring eyes and fists ablaze; each filled with a competitive spirit neither gal is happy with their performance in the match this far and each one wants to be the one to secure the win. The farmer and the Fox go toe to toe in a straight-up brawl! Bam bam bam! Waite and Price trade whip-fast right and lefts while making no attempt to block or dodge. The referee impotently yells "No closed fists!" But he's drowned out by the sea of cheers from the audience as they watch this furious exchange.
The two beauties battle at a stalemate for far longer than anyone anticipates, each woman absorbing punishment that would have concussed a lesser wrestler. The scales begin to tip in one side's favour; Erin takes a right to the chin that puts a wobble in her legs and leaves her open to a left jab to the cheek. Erin fires back with a Heartpunch, but her balance is off, and Olunike takes a painful, but not debilitating hook to the breast that creates a visually pleasing jiggle throughout her bosom. Olunike shrugs it off and pops Erin in the nose, watering the Fox's eyes so she can’t see the uppercut that digs into her solar plexus.
Erin bleats hoarsely and doubles over, Olunike drops to her back and shoots her fist up, clacking Erin's jaw and knocking her into a heap on the canvas.
youtu.be/RLk13Mcvl74?t=109
Olunike kips up to a minor pop from the FAWNatics. She goes into a deep crouch and shoots into the air and stretches out at the apex; Erin gives a forced “Whoosh!” Of a breath when Olunike’s rockhard abs compact her belly, the Fightin’ Fox’s limbs jerk up before dropping back to the mat lifeless. The Lady of Letterkenny rotates on Erin’s belly to grapevine her legs and grab her wrists, covering the technical wrestler with a full-body pin. Olunike’s pert breasts press against Erin’s with each breath as the official slides in for the count.
ONE!
TWO!!
THRENOOWOOO!!!
Erin bucks as hard as she possibly can, flipping the two of them over like a pancake. The official raises a flattened hand to start a new count when he notices why the crowd immediately switched to lecherous hooting during the pin break; Erin isn’t pressing against an unruly Olunike to keep her flat, she’s writhing against the fair farmer like they’re horn’t up teenagers under the bleachers. The Fox grinds and drags her legs, pelvis, belly and breasts against a vitriolic Waite, “Get the hell off me!”
In the Northern Coalition corner, Sombra grips the tag rope so her knuckles turn white “Separate them!” Hazeema down at ringside repeatedly slaps the apron in anger, echoing her clients’ sentiments “Get that perv off our friend!” Erin purrs a chuckle as she gives a cursing and squirming Waite little kisses along her neck and gets lower to enjoy a motorboat ride. In the makeshift team’s corner, Kerri runs a hand through her hair and blows some air through the corner of her mouth. Shaking her head, she mutters, “Well it looks like she’s getting a second wind at least.”
Erin comes up for air to peck the powerhouse on the cheek, Olunike angles her head away whips it back to land a truncated side headbutt. Erin’s briefly knocked loopy and her grip loses its strength making it for Olunike to shove the handsy vet off and to the side, the Coalitionite pushes to her feet angrily wiping off the scent and sweat of the Fox, she turns to Erin who’s up to her knees and looking content, smoothing back her hair and straightening her bustier and bottoms to properly cover up the goods.
Waite is doing the same, though she’s far more displeased about it. Her bra’s clasp is in the back, how did Erin undo it? Waite barks down at Erin “Is your grabbin’ ass a mind trick or are you just a dejen? What’s the story?”
Erin smirks and chuckles like they’re sharing an inside joke. Olunike’s incensed, “You think that’s funny!?” the brawler stomps forward reaching for Erin’s locks but the veteran darts forward on her knees and slips an arm between her fellow Canuck’s legs, the Torontonian surges from the canvas with Olunike lying across her shoulders and just as quickly throws herself into a Samoan Drop, faceplanting Letterkenny’s toughest woman with authority.
Olunike shouts when her face meets plywood and grunts when she meets it again on the recoil. Her Sanders-Esque constitution again shows itself to a supportive crowd; Olunike rolls to her back and moves to a seat trying to get back into the fight as she blinks away stars, but she’s playing into Erin’s hungry hands. Erin pounces on the young lioness; she straddles Olunike’s left shoulder, stepping between her stems close to the brawler’s left thigh. The celebrated penthouse fighter leans down, pushing Waite’s right hand under her knee and taking it by the wrist to close the loop. Forcing weight onto the farmer to compact Olunike into a tight ball, Erin rolls themselves so she’s on the bottom as she crosses her ankles over the farmer’s left knee and pulls down on Olunike’s legs for all she’s worth, attempting to tear the Destroyer up the middle with a hellacious Banna Split!
WISHBONED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5znAWC7MLso
The FAWNatics are caught between cheering for the cleverness of the hold and catcalling the rare sight of a wailing Waite’s raised, twitching buns and widespread legs. The ref tears his eyes away from the farmer’s bootylicious haunches and gets near Olunike’s eye line. As he asks if she wants to give it up, Erin punctuates each word with a hard tug that scorches Olunike’s hamstrings.
“What’d you say, Ollie? Want to call it?” Olunike grits her teeth and shakes her head in the negative, desperately trying not to give how much pain she’s in, but the quiver in her kissable lips and the tears running down the farm girl’s head into her hair tells a different story. Not hearing the magic words that would give the match to Erin and Kerri, Erin switches it up.
Erin releases the stretched-out Olunike without warning, letting the powerhouse fall forward onto her shins and face. The ref scurries back to avoid the wrestler collapsing on top of him; his nose grazes the inside curve of a glute he so barely makes it in time. Price labours to her feet and pulls a jellied and repentant Waite into a squeezing headscissors. Pulling Waite’s into dual Underhooks, Erin swivels her hips and wiggles her ass to titillate the fans and tease the irate Coalition who watch their corner. Finished with her embarrassment of the rookies, Erin almost spikes her quarry into the mat when she lurches into a seat, raising her legs and crossing them at the ankles around the brawler’s stems; Price REALLY pours on the pressure now with this inventive Full-Nelson/Headscissors combo!
FOXTRAP
youtu.be/2e024_swyiw?t=1310
With the suffocating crush of her legs and Erin’s enveloping her skull, Olunike can feel herself slipping to the salvation of unconsciousness in this hot, sweaty hell. The Fightin’ Fox hears a muffled moan emit from the knot of their gams and takes it as encouragement. She dials up the pressure on the Headscissors, her legs flex into a beautiful definition as they try to pop Olunike’s noggin like a watermelon. The ravishing rancher’s whine gets higher in pitch and her boots kick pitifully in response. Erin has her eyes glued to Olunike’s twitching, outthrust backside when Kerri calls out from their corner, “Hey! Watch her!” She points at La Sombra, who’s climbed onto the second and third cables, about to launch into a hold-breaking high-flying move.
Erin quickly untangles herself from the comely Canadian while the ref issues a warning to the Luchadora, La Sombra reluctantly steps back down on the apron while Erin gets vertical. She huffs, "Come 'ere, sexy." She runs her fingers through Olunike's luxurious locks and forces them into a rough ponytail to pull the Coalitionite to her feet. Erin pulls Olunike by the hair leash, so she's bent at the waist as they walk to the veteran side of the ring. Forming her free hand into a paddle, a grinning Erin gives each of Waiter's perky glutes a CRACKing spank that makes Hazeema wince and Sombra glower. Erin presents Kerri with a raised palm, slightly moist with their opponent's ass sweat, to bring the Hottie in; Kerri completes the tag, a bit suspicious her partner did that on purpose.
Erin keeps a resisting Waite bent as Kerri pumps a couple of knees into her stomach. The Hottie snags a thrashing arm by the wrist and forearm and tilts her head at her temporary tag partner, telling her to do the same, “Back Elbows.” Erin pumps a knee into a cringing Waite’s side and copies Kerri, taking the Olive Branch for what it is, “Back Elbows.”
Paige and Price bully Olunike to center ring and sling the rookie back like a game of Red Rover, each drop a hip to yank the rookie forward- Olunike jerks backward even farther and wrenches them toward her at the same time! Paige and Price have a meeting of the minds, their foreheads thud against each other, and they break away, stepping on fence posts. Waite sprints away through the space between them to hit the ropes. Kerri and Erin clear the bright spots of pain from their eyes and wander back together, just in time to be blindsided by Olunike’s dropkick! The Toughest Lady in Letterkenny leaves a bootprint on each veterans’ stomach and sends them reeling into the ropes like tumbleweeds in a windstorm.
youtu.be/mqBwuxblp0w?t=82
Erin takes an awkward tumble through the gap between the bottom and middle ropes but avoids a bad fall to the outside by hooking her ankles around the bottom strand. Kerri’s arguably luckier; the Hottie hits the cables with one shoulder and recoils into a hard fall on the ring floor with the other. With a head full of steam, Olunike grabs Kerri by the back of her top and drags her into a shuffling walk on her hands and feet. Olunike calls out to LA Sombra as they make their way to The N.C. corner, "Let's do the thing!"
La Sombra swiftly hops onto the top buckle, whipping her head back and forth between the oncoming Waite and McMurray down at ringside, "We're doing the thing?" The DM&M digs her fingers into the apron and bounces in excitement, making some delighted viewers in the front row cross-eyed watching her jiggle. "We're doing the thing!"
Olunike hammers three forearms to the base of Kerri's neck to soften her up and tags in her rhythmically talented stablemate. Olunike forces the blonde to stand and pivots behind Kerri; Olunike lowers, threads her head between her legs, and stands up with the Hottie in the Electric Chair position. The FAWNatics are on the edges of their seats; they’re excited and trying to guess what's about to happen. La Sombra leaps from the top buckle and soars over the human totem pole of the women in the ring; as Sombra falls behind the blonde, her legs snap around Kerri's head and her arms around Kerri's waist. The Laughing Skull flips forward, taking the Hottie off Olunike's shoulders and driving the veteran’s head into the ring floor like a railroad spike with an elevated Canadian Destroyer!!
AIR CANADA
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OOOOHHHHH!!!!
The building cries an echoing howl that’s sympathy for the likely concussed Kerri but mostly an ovation for the younger team of Canucks. The reverberation of the canvas ejects Kerri from betwixt Sombra’s thighs; the blonde’s body unfurls like a slinky onto her haunches, arms dead at her sides and eyes rolled back in her head. Kerri sways a little, most likely from the air conditioning than any awareness of her surroundings, then collapses back on her folded legs; the only movement from Kerri is the subtle flutter of her chest.
La Sombra somersaults forward into a swift crawl, traversing the topography of Kerri Paige till the point of the Hottie’s slack chin nestles at the fork of her crotch. Sombra leans over, placing her palms on the mat and presses her thighs tight against Kerri’s cheek, giving her a slight Fish-face. Sombra stares down at Kerri looking for any signs of life, so She doesn’t see the charging Erin desperate to save the match- Olunike intercepts with a flying headbutt! The farmer runs full speed at Erin like a human missile, bizarrely using the top of her skull to paste the Fox right in the face and send her sprawling into the ropes once again.
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The ref nimble bounds over the human detritus of Waite and Price and dives for the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
“YOUR WINNERS VIA PINFALL… OLUNIKE WAITE AND LA SOMBRA…. THE NORTHERN COALITION!!!”
The Coalition’s theme blares through the speakers as an ecstatic La Sombra raises her fist victoriously to the sky and lets out a joyous laugh ”Hahahaha!” Still seated on Paige, La Sombra celebrates with a saucy hip shimmy that puts a grind on the blonde’s breasts. Pinpricks of pain stir Kerri awake with a whimper, before she opens her eyes, tackling Sombra from behind and off Kerri is their delighted manager, Hazeema. The jubilant DM&M squeals “We won!” The lightweight portion of the rookie team gets up from the mat, still hugging each other, when Olunike joins them with a rare smile on her face. She wraps her arms around her stablemates to make it a group embrace “tougher than hell, those two. But we did it.”
Covered in sweat and hair a mess Kerri rolls towards the ropes, the blonde worn and frustrated with the loss. Erin rolls out of the ring ahead of Paige and helps catch the blonde standing her against the ring apron. The pair hug, having put up a good fight but coming up short.
The crowd cheers the Northern Coalition as Hazeema raises La Sombra and Olunike’s arms, turning them around to each side of the ring. The Battlin’ Fox gives Kerri’s belly a pat, and the two give a short round of applause to the winners before heading to the back.
“Hey, where you going?”
Erin and Kerri look back, confused to see the trio of Fellow Canucks holding shot glasses filled with whiskey, the manager holding an extra two cups in her left hand and a bottle of Gus n’ Brew sticking out of her cleavage. Hazeema hands the vets each a glass of their own and fills it with the small town liquor, Erin’s eyes are locked on McMurray’s chest as she pours. Kerri’s too, but she’s a lot more polite about it.
“We had a great scrap, now we share a great drink,” Hazeema sticks her cup in the space between the two teams, Olunike and Sombra clinking theirs against it “Let’s show Florida some Canadian sportsmanship.”
Kerri and Erin each share a glance and shrug, they’re not going to turn down free booze. They complete the toast and all down the deliciously burning concoction in go to raucous cheers, it’s the first drink of many they’ll share tonight.