Post by hawkeye on Feb 6, 2022 21:51:08 GMT
An exciting buzz hangs in the air. The challenger, Debra Sugerman’s been playing the FAWNatics like a fiddle for the past month. At least one video a week on every social media platform, asking the fans to vote for how the popular Jungle Dweller will pin the champion WHEN she wins. The bait is the straight-laced champ will get a taste of some T or A before her night is over. Several hours before the show, Debra revealed over a press release that FAWN would sell limited-edition candy championship belts on the condition that Debra wins, available in chocolate-green tea, cherry-peppermint, and salted caramel! The blonde has come out with a microphone on the live show, whether she’s on the card or not and whips the crowd up with energizing, hilarious promos on how she’ll topple the Towering Teuton. Sugerman hasn’t fared too well on the main stage, but every fan in the building and everyone watching at home has a vested interest in the outcome of her match. God help us if Debra Sugerman ever runs for Office.
A catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights blare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp.
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The charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company, Debra Sugerman, playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling one side of the building to the other, each one of the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugarrrmaaan!!!”
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) know the young rookie will put on a show the moment she's in the public eye. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequin glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushed through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a pomegranate-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the camera zooming in, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Hope y'all got your votes in, cause it's time to see democracy in action!"
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; as she passes a camera, Debra shimmies her shoulders to shake her chest to catcalls and whistles. A win via Front Sleeper was one of the options on the poll and had strong backing from the audience. Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’S voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is!
Spotting a short king in a Cassava Onika/FAWN Finds t-shirt, the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her just recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth, a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
Debra flirts with her chosen treat for the night and every man within eyesight, “Keep an eye out for the big finish, gumdrops,” She reaches into a hidden back pocket and pulls out a purple envelope with a wax seal. “I’ve written down the results of the poll right here, so everything’s on the up and up! Thanks to everyone for participating. Now let’s get on with the show!”
As Sugerman saunters back to the ring, her hips roll in a way that has every pair of eyes on her backside. Is this a hint to what Victoria will be seeing AND tasting when the Duchess of dulce de leche gets her gold? Sugerman hands the envelope to the referee with instructions to hand it back to her as she finishes off the socially awkward Knight. As Debra is undergoing a pat-down for foreign objects, the lights go out again. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet and screaming moments before a series of spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel, the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; most to all of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down, the big entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a torrent of boos! Victoria gazes over the sea of loyal gumdrops with a carefully neutral expression; Even the Knight's small contingent of loyal fans seem to be absent tonight.
She sighs and mutters to herself, “As expected, I've had to deal with a lot more trolls than usual.” All month showing The Knight has been bombarded with photoshopped images and artists renderings of her being smothered, covered and sometimes buttered under Little Debbie’s goods. Victoria had gotten used to the slings and arrows of the more toxic FAWNatics, but Sugerman’s campaigning has really turned up the heat and inspired a level of cruelty. Some sick-minded fan even went to the trouble of sending Victoria professionally-made erotic cakes made to resemble Debra’s Ts and A, she would have thrown them out in disgust, but she hated to waste food. After being tested for poison and other surprises, Victoria placed the cakes in catering for the crew to enjoy, and they did!
The referee performs his prematch check on Hackenschmidt, and of course, finding nothing, he motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
The two combatants walk out their corners on a straight path to the centre of the ring; Victoria is as serious as ever, inching her way forward in a grappler’s stance while Debra strolls out like she’s on a Sunday constitutional. The masses serenade the smaller blonde.
SU-GER TUSH!!
GOOD-AND-PLENTY’S!!
SU-GER TUSH!!
GOOD-AND-PLENTY’S!!
Sugerman grins and dances the rest of the way to Victoria, swinging her hips into sexy pivots and moving her upper body in a way that drew the eye to her chest. Victoria stands with hands on hips and head tilted to the side, not content to wait but willing in case this is all just a ruse to catch her unawares. No one is THIS confident, right? Sugerman finally gyrates within conversing distance, pirouetting to face the champ. She offers a handshake.
“Hey sweetie, no hard feelings about this voting business, huh? Gotta stir up interest for match and sell some tickets.”
Victoria stares down at Debra’s waggling fingers and, after a beat, completes the handshake, “despite the incredibly disrespectful nature of this whole affair… I understand the strategic nature of it. No hard feelings.”
Debra’s grin grows when Hackenschmidt grasps her hand, but it becomes strained when she feels the bones in her hand creak as the German tightens her grip. Victoria maintains eye contact and speaks firmly, “But make no mistake, I will crush you in a manner in equal measure to that disrespect, I must set an example as champion.”
Debra shakes the aches out her hand and scrunches up her face in mock confusion, “You know, I don’t think I got your vote. Want to tell me what you prefer for crepes and giggles?”
The Countess rubs her hands across the top and sides of her bosom, dragging them underneath her rack to cup her breasts and give them a slight raise like she’s offering them to Hackenschmidt, who blushes and sputters in indignation.
“I know these aren’t the giant whoppers you’re used to sucking on like with Danica, but I guarantee they taste better.”
Debra turns around and leans over to stick her perfect patootie at a red-faced and red seeing Hackenschmidt, treating her to a cheeky bump and grind, “Or maybe you want to follow your former fans and get in line to kiss my ass? You seem like a horse girl at heart, I’d bet you’d love me to ride you hard and put you away wet.”
The sound of a stadium chortling and laughing at Victoria and hooting lustfully at Sugerman burns in The Knight’s ears, the furious IC champion launches herself at teasing tart with abandon “You insolent tart!”
Crack!
On a dime, Debra’s right leg flashes up and strikes Victoria’s chin with a sniper’s accuracy, the audience erupts as the Destroyer class wrestler is knocked onto her side within the opening minute of the match by a lightweight. Debra pounces on top of a stunned Vic, pulling her flat to the canvas and hooking her leg with frantic urgency.
SUGAR KICK!
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ONE!!
TWO!!
Victoria heaves the impertinent candy heiress off her like a bag of leaves. Like all women who experience The Valiant One’s strength for the first time, Debra is alarmed at how easily she broke out of the pin and is going to give her all in ending this match before it starts. Victoria’s getting to her feet fast, but that kick to the chin makes her a mite slower than her challenger; The Knight rises to her full height, regaining coherence just as Debra’s sneaker clickity clacks her teeth with another Sugar Kick! The near six-footer drops again; instead of canaries tweeting around her head, Victoria’s seeing a bunch of Little Debbies teasing her with a good time. Sugerman throws herself atop the felled giant, this time wrangling both of Vic’s legs by the knees, the camera’s pov giving the fans a great look at the German’s creamy thighs firm behind.
ONE!
TWO!!
At two and a half Victoria hurls Debra off her person, sending the lightweight tumbling some feet away. Mumbling untranslatable German curse words, Hackenschmidt wills herself to rise faster this time, pushing away pain and vertigo to focus on the diabetes peddling showgirl trying to take her title. Champion and challenger stand simultaneously, Debra a bit shocked at Hackenschmidt’s perseverance, and it makes her a little slow on the draw, well that and the scarily angry face the bigger blonde is making. Victoria charges at Debra who nimbly cartwheels out of harm’s way, Victoria throws up a boot against the top buckle to stop herself and whips back to Sugerman, she’s two steps into a run when she realizes Sugerman is mid-air and flying toward her!. The usual strategy for a smaller wrestler to use against a larger one is to use hit and run tactics, which is why everyone is surprised to see the comparably petite Debra taking the initiative leaping at the giant and wrapping her arms around The Knight’s head like a Facehugger.
Debra pulls a yelling Victoria’s face into her cleavage and drags her visage against every inch of bosom several times over. The Stone Mountain sweetie keeps Victoria’s nose flat against her sternum when it’s not travelling the slopes and peaks of her Good and Plenty’s.
GOOD AND PLENTY’S
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Sugerman’s height disadvantage switches to a major advantage with this sexy move; Victoria’s doubled over and constantly stumbling with Sugerman backtracking a circuit of the ring, dragging the reserved(some would say sexually repressed) young veteran, now blinded by boob and losing oxygen. The Valiant One tries to beat and push her free of the cleavage cage, but ever since her battles with Danica there’s a temporary waning of strength when Victoria’s locked in a Jugg Smother. The muscles in Little Debbie’s arms flex wonderfully as she ups the pressure to keep the sputtering, floundering champion suckling sweet teat. Victoria’s muffled protests and warnings are drowned out to all but Debra while half the building cheer ecstatically, thinking their candidate for the finishing move revealed as the winning option.
The Countess of Candyland nibbles her lower lip in concentration, enjoying the vibration of Victoria’s screams and the feel of resisting lips against her skin. “I told ya you’d love the taste didn’ I?”
Debra rolls her shoulders, bating her baps against Hack n Slash’s cheeks, giggling at the squeal Victoria gives when her eye’s poked by a turgid nipple. “No offence to Danica or other Polish gals, but us Southerners know how-”
“MMHPRrrrragh!”
Debbie didn’t do her homework. She should have known not to make The Knight angry. Lately, that’s been a significant reversal of fortune for would-be IC contenders, and that proves true once again. Victoria gives Sugerman a big shove that takes the more diminutive blonde off her feet, Debra thumps! onto the canvas but recovers with a backroll onto her feet. Victoria stretches her arm to take off Debra’s head with a Clothesline, but the slippery sweetie evades with a Matrix dodge. Caught in her momentum, Victoria nearly falls through the ropes when she plows into them. Her long legs kick in the air briefly before gravity brings her boots back to the mat.
Victoria turns with a snarl to see Debra had the gall to have her back to the champion, albeit while looking over her shoulder. Debra gives her frustrated opponent a wink and a swivel of the hips that would be a trending gif later. Victoria isn’t in the state of mind to enjoy the sight; taking the tiny twerk as an insult, she bolts toward the former mascot, a month of harassment and sadness converting into a mindless rage.
Debra takes off playing Road Runner to Vic's Wild E. Coyote. Calling up every scrape of Track and Field training from school, Debra stays two steps ahead of the giant till she gets to a corner. Grabbing the top ropes, Little Debbie hops up and kicks her feet back, the debutante's ankles crossing behind Victoria's head. The Knight has the awareness to yelp a quick and indignant "Noo!" Before Sugerman tucks in her knees, force-feeding Victoria a heaping helping of Cake!
SUGAR TUSH
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Half the arena jumps out of their seats; the badonkadonk party must have won the vote. They must have! Sugerman will never be confused for a member of Bootyshock, but she can shake her stuff with the best of them! Keeping a cringing, whining, hollering against her hindquarters, Debra force-feeds Hackenschmidt what she considers her second-best feature, the first being her warm and considerate personality.
Sugerman pumps her legs to bop an angrily moaning Hackenschmidt against her tight ass. She chats with entertained fans in the front row, "I asked Cassava Onika to teach me a few moves!"
The standing-by official finally starts a count, Debra times a heavy, deep sweep with each number. One! Two! Three! Four! Debra kicks the suffering Victoria away, the towering blonde staggers away, coughing and wiping away the taste of Sugerman from her mouth. Shame and frustration. Huddling in the farthest corner, Victoria rubs her forearm against her face and wills herself to go deaf to the fan's jeering and her heart to grow cold. No more playing their game.
As Hackenschmidt quietly rallies, Debra addresses the cheering FAWNatics with a deep curtsey and a joking expression of flattered embarrassment. "Thank you, thank you. Now that the final speeches are done, let's reveal the winner!"
Hackenschmidt pushes off a knee and speeds over to the dominant challenger, she's going to turn things around NOW. Debra presses into the ropes and springs into a Running Knee aimed toward an oncoming Knight's head. This match has gone perfectly, and Sugerman's about to take the IC title in historic fashion!
Champion and challenger are about to collide like runaway trains; Little Debbie's supremely confident as she leaps at Victoria, ready to knock this big blonde butch back to Germany. So confident, Debra doesn't realize she's missed her mark till Victoria's shoulder blasts into her tummy like a cannonball.
ROLLING SPEAR
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The Countess of Candy Land sounds like a rat getting stepped on and for sure feels like one too! Sugerman is tits, then ass up, falling hard and forced into a matchbook through the wake of Victoria’s sheer power. Debra tilts onto her side and curls up, cradling her middle like her insides are about to spill out. Victoria rolls with her tackle, landing her rock-hard glutes and gets back on her feet before Debra stops skidding. The Valiant One wraps her tines in Debra's silky hair and drags the cringing lollipop peddler from her fetal position to standing on quaking legs. Victoria shoves her into a standing headscissors, crosses her ankles and squeezes Debra’s skull with ungodly pressure.
Victoria loudly slaps her palms against Sugerman’s flanks, rippling the flesh, and digs her tines into the whimpering challenger’s kidneys. Debra’s lightly tanned skin moulds around her fingers as Victoria applies dual Nerve Claws with pressure only Bridget Stroud can achieve. Caught between The Knight’s crushing, velvety thighs, Little Debbie feels like a flattened Debbie! Sweat and tears drip off the challenger’s flushed face and pitter-patters against the canvas; a deep pitiful moan pours out of the challenger with the tiniest flex of Hackenschmidt’s thighs and a high-pitched shriek when the German twitches her digits. A small part of Debra’s soul felt she lost the moment Victoria near cut her in half with that Spear, and her despair grows with every tick of the clock, but no way in heck is she giving up! Debra Sugerman doesn’t write a cheque she can’t cash, and she’s been writing a big one with this campaign.
Concerned with the lightweight’s wellbeing, the referee kneels by head and checks if Sugarman wants to pack it in, his gaze flitting from the mop of Debra’s long hair to Victoria’s ass.
Debra wails her rejection as she beats her fists against Victoria’s steel gams, "Nnnooooo!!! Nono!!" The desperate Debra attempts to lift Victoria with a Back Body Drop but can't budge the German more than a centimetre off the mat.
Victoria ceases her Nerve Claws and loops her arms under Sugerman's stomach, "That's the first respectable thing you've done all match. Try to forge that steel… instead of harassing your opponent all day and night!"
Victoria pulls Debra out of the crushing Headscissors and heaves the gasping challenger over her shoulders into a Gory special. Debra's so grateful to be free from her sweltering prison and breathing open air, the Southerner doesn't grasp she's stretched against Victoria like an unwilling backpack. The Towering Teuton curls in, giving Sugerman the sensation of being drawn and quartered.
"Hhrauugghh!!"
Debra’s scream warbles as Hackenschmidt manipulates her arms over one shoulder so The Knight can reach up to take her in an inverted headlock. Victoria pulls the contorted Countess closer so she can taunt in her ear, "Want a vote on how I pin you?"
Debra has time to sputters "I-" When Victoria whips backward, driving Debra's face into the canvas like pickaxe!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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A boneless Sugerman flops into a starfish, her glazed eyes staring unthinkingly at the ceiling till her head tilts listlessly to the sides, cheek to the mat. Victoria almost casually stands up, adjusts her shorts, rearranges her top back to its default position, pulls her right glove back into its proper fit, and smoothes her hair. For 20 seconds, Victoria pointedly will not look at the wreck of a woman lying at her feet, letting her go unpinned. The FAWNatics heavily boo this show of uncharacteristic arrogance, except for a surprisingly supportive few who love seeing The Valiant One getting a little cocky!
Finally tending to her unconscious foe, Victoria leans down to take Debra by the ankles; Victoria kneels on one stem to use press the other across the pits of Debra’s knees, the showy pin raising the beaten challenger’s bum off the mat by several inches.
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ONE!
Victoria stares down at Sugerman’s slack face with restrained anger, remembering night after night of constant humiliation.
TWO!!
She glances over at the raving crowd, the FAWNatics urging Sugerman to get up and reveal what won the poll
THREE!!!
“Your winner…. and still Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!!”
The Valiant One’s operatic music blares amid an extremely unruly, divided roar from the audience. Many of them pissed that all of Sugerman’s prophesying and advertisements whipping up the fan’s emotions for weeks were all sound and fury signifying nothing. Surprisingly, Victoria has won back a few fans in the building, a small but growing chant of “VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA!….” undercuts the wave of irritation. Still astride the gently stirring Sugerman, Victoria raises an eyebrow and shakes her head in disbelief, “Why do you like me at my worst? Well, then you’ll probably like this….”
Hackenschmidt slips her fingers under the hem of Debra’s tight rainbow sequin pants and works them past those sweet cheeks till Debra’s bare butt, scantly covered by a cotton pink thong, moons the crowd. The crowd's mood brightens considerably when Hackenchmidt raises a flattened hand and Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Lays three meaty spanks on Sugerman that send shudders through the Georgian's form.
Victoria pulls Debra's pants back and stands up, letting her unfurl with a soft moan. Victoria takes her place behind Debra for the official to raise her arm, staging a great photo for Gladiatrix, the soft-spoken Knight towering above the humbled Countess.
Victoria spies the purple envelope with the results of Sugerman's poll sticking out of the Zebra's pocket. As she's handed her IC title, Victoria smoothly picks his pocket.
"Pardon me," the referee's a step behind, "Huh?" Shifting his eyes from his pocket to the pilfered results in her hand. Slinging the shiny gold belt over a shoulder, Victoria pops the wax seal to a small cheer with her thumb.
She reads over the notes inside with a slightly bemused air "Not quite a landslide, but given FAWN's roster not unexpected."
Seeing Debra starting to come around, Victoria balls up the notes and tosses it over her shoulder. Laying down the title with much more care, Vic strides over and kneels in front of Debra as she rolls onto her front and props up on her elbows.
Victoria tries not enjoy this too much, speaking softly with a small smile to the oblivious Sugerman, "We must not set a bad example, yes? We need to keep our promises."
Little defeated Debbie raises her head, her brains still too scrambled to comprehend the imminent threat she blinks in confusion, a hint of drool on her lips, "Whaaa?"
Hackenschmidt's hands lash out, gripping Debra by the back of the head and forcing Sugerman's face into her rack! The building comes alive! Fans jump out of their seats! The winning option is Sugerman's Good and Plenty's, or rather, Hackenschmidt's Petite and Perfect's!
Another cause for this epic ovation is Victoria's first Front Sleeper in recorded and private history! Believing herself to lack the necessary endowment for such a move, Victoria’s never attempted the salacious submission before. There's a lot of scrubbing and shuffling as the German woman searches for the correct technique; a slight flush comes over Victoria as Debra screams, pleas and thrashes against her modest but sensitive hills. Eventually, Hackenschmidt nestles Sugerman’s nose between her breasts and grips her elbows for maximum squeeze! A desperate Debra batters her fists against the champion’s sides and stomach, but there’s no stopping democracy.
The little blonde’s fists get slower and slower, till they fall limp against the canvas. The official taps his fingers against Victoria’s shoulder telling her she has to let go now or he’ll reverse the decision; Victoria snaps out of a stupor, a rookie to this move, she got a little lost in the sensations. The Knight shoves Debra away where she lies on her side, face wet and glistening from chest sweat and her slobber. Hackenschmidt reaches over to collect her title belt and rises on unsteady legs, heart beating a little fast and breathing a bit uneven.
“I can see the appeal of this move, now.”
Victoria Hackenschmidt stands tall while Debra must slink back to the locker room with a waist bare of gold. Will the Knight’s next opponent be the one to strip away her title? Who will be the next to answer the Open Challenge?
A catchy guitar riff blasts through the speakers, and someone cuts the power to the lights. The crowd comes alive as spotlights blare and target the entrance at the top of the ramp.
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The charismatic wrestler and former mascot of her family’s company, Debra Sugerman, playfully marches out of the curtain, twirling her literal candy cane. The lightweight masterfully leads the masses in a wave of cheers travelling one side of the building to the other, each one of the thousands-strong crowd following the arc of her baton like a symphony obeying its maestro.
DEBRA SUGERMAN
Weighing in at 121lbs, standing 5 feet and 5 inches, and hails from Valdosta, Georgia, by way of Stone Mountain. The face of Sugerman Confectionary, and it’s the Sweetest you’ll ever see! Debra ‘Little Debbieee’ Suugarrrmaaan!!!”
Step inside, walk this way
You and me, babe
Hey, hey
The people are singing along to Ninja Sex Party’s cover within the first beats of the song, bobbing and swaying while they take in the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed newcomer. Fans of beach fighting and FAWN’s newest Indie partner LAW (Ladies of Adventurous Wrestling) know the young rookie will put on a show the moment she's in the public eye. From head to ankle, Debra’s gear is a swirling rainbow of sequin glittering under the harsh lights of FAWN, and if you look close enough, each bead resembles a wrapped hard candy. The radiant sweets travelled up each arm from the wrist into the turtle neck of a VERY cropped top, the hemline serving as the bottom of the cups for her pert chest, with a wide triangle panel cut out to show off the sweets. After miles of bare, lightly toned belly is a pair of tight pants that clung to her legs like a candy coating, patches of material are cut out from the side of each leg, so Debra’s pale skin pushed through the opening. Hence, SUGERMAN blazed no matter what angle you saw the Countess of Candyland.
Debra twirls her 4-foot cane in front of her through two arcs before pointing it straight to the sky. The apparent signal turns the house lights back on. The walking instrument resembled a candy cane with a green gumdrop bottom that consisted of rubber with a glitter dusting. Instead of a hook or knob, the baton exploded at its top with a bouquet of round lollipops. Shaking her hips to the beat and singing of the crowd, Debra plucks a pomegranate-flavoured sucker out of the arrangement and gives it a quick tongue lashing. Pointing the now glistening candy at the camera zooming in, Sugerman chirps in a southern accent, “Hope y'all got your votes in, cause it's time to see democracy in action!"
She places the confection back between her smiling lips before setting off on a hip swivelling march around the ring. The candy heiress’s wavy blonde hair tickles the nape of her neck with each timed step; as she passes a camera, Debra shimmies her shoulders to shake her chest to catcalls and whistles. A win via Front Sleeper was one of the options on the poll and had strong backing from the audience. Debra encourages the masses to continue their serenade by swinging and pointing the cane to guide the fans’S voices, playing choirmaster to the largest choir in the world.
Take a bottle!
Shake it up!
Break the bubble!
Break it up!
As the crowd is about to launch into the chorus, Debra sprints up the ring steps, her candy-apple red running shoes reflecting the light. Debra spins against the ropes along the apron, not stopping till she’s dead center in the Hard cam’s sight; Debra tucks in her arms, holding the cane horizontally and crouches low into a tight ball. Tensing like a coiled spring, Sugerman hears the chorus start and bursts into the air! Spreading her limbs out and straight, she lands on the apron in a wide stance like a jubilant star. Packets of sugar drop from the ceiling and scatter onto the audience as the FAWNatics loudly sing.
Pour some sugar on me!!
The music dies down, but Little Debbie doesn't enter the ring. She turns the sucker in her mouth between thumb and forefinger as she eyes the front row, searching for the biggest hunk in- There he is!
Spotting a short king in a Cassava Onika/FAWN Finds t-shirt, the flaxen-haired rookie with flair saunters over, swaying her just recently used lollipop high in the air, making the hawt ticket buyer wobble his head in synchronicity. His jaws are wide open to accept the plane coming in for a landing, but you can still tell he’s smiling from his bright eyes and the raised corners of his mouth, the crowd playing up the scene, echoing in unison, “ooooooooOOOHHHH…” as the candy draws near, then “YARRHHHH!!” Erupting in cheers when he gleefully takes the lollipop in his teeth, a few fans are a little disgusted with the indirect spit swap, but given the nature of FAWN, you’d think they’d be okay with FAR worse, don’t you think?
Debra flirts with her chosen treat for the night and every man within eyesight, “Keep an eye out for the big finish, gumdrops,” She reaches into a hidden back pocket and pulls out a purple envelope with a wax seal. “I’ve written down the results of the poll right here, so everything’s on the up and up! Thanks to everyone for participating. Now let’s get on with the show!”
As Sugerman saunters back to the ring, her hips roll in a way that has every pair of eyes on her backside. Is this a hint to what Victoria will be seeing AND tasting when the Duchess of dulce de leche gets her gold? Sugerman hands the envelope to the referee with instructions to hand it back to her as she finishes off the socially awkward Knight. As Debra is undergoing a pat-down for foreign objects, the lights go out again. The speakers blare a symphony that has half the crowd on their feet and screaming moments before a series of spotlights turn on.
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel, the Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; most to all of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and imposing in gleaming silver armour that reflects the bright lights shining down. Her head is covered in a Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her head but leaves her high-boned cheeks free, a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. A fitted plackart covers Vic’s modest chest and firm belly connected to a pair of pauldrons covering her shoulders, and an armoured skirt of brown leather with steel plating extends past her knees. All detailed in similar etchings to her helmet, giving the young veteran an aura of royalty. But the most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shone the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from the Destroyer’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her gauntleted hands clutch the handle of a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of an old family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. With a mighty roar, she flexes her powerful arms and hefts the blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion. She hands the belt to an attendant who takes the prize to the commentator's table and takes off her armour, placing it neatly on the step to be collected later, along with the belt, after she wins. The Knight’s no longer armed and fortified but somehow looks more dangerous in her usual ring attire. White halter top with matching boy-cut shorts, white boots and knee pads, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm. All her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she just discarded.
Taking up residence in the corner, Victoria grabs the top ropes and goes into a deep crouch for some last-minute stretching. As her music dies down, the big entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a torrent of boos! Victoria gazes over the sea of loyal gumdrops with a carefully neutral expression; Even the Knight's small contingent of loyal fans seem to be absent tonight.
She sighs and mutters to herself, “As expected, I've had to deal with a lot more trolls than usual.” All month showing The Knight has been bombarded with photoshopped images and artists renderings of her being smothered, covered and sometimes buttered under Little Debbie’s goods. Victoria had gotten used to the slings and arrows of the more toxic FAWNatics, but Sugerman’s campaigning has really turned up the heat and inspired a level of cruelty. Some sick-minded fan even went to the trouble of sending Victoria professionally-made erotic cakes made to resemble Debra’s Ts and A, she would have thrown them out in disgust, but she hated to waste food. After being tested for poison and other surprises, Victoria placed the cakes in catering for the crew to enjoy, and they did!
The referee performs his prematch check on Hackenschmidt, and of course, finding nothing, he motions for the bell.
DING! DING!
The two combatants walk out their corners on a straight path to the centre of the ring; Victoria is as serious as ever, inching her way forward in a grappler’s stance while Debra strolls out like she’s on a Sunday constitutional. The masses serenade the smaller blonde.
SU-GER TUSH!!
GOOD-AND-PLENTY’S!!
SU-GER TUSH!!
GOOD-AND-PLENTY’S!!
Sugerman grins and dances the rest of the way to Victoria, swinging her hips into sexy pivots and moving her upper body in a way that drew the eye to her chest. Victoria stands with hands on hips and head tilted to the side, not content to wait but willing in case this is all just a ruse to catch her unawares. No one is THIS confident, right? Sugerman finally gyrates within conversing distance, pirouetting to face the champ. She offers a handshake.
“Hey sweetie, no hard feelings about this voting business, huh? Gotta stir up interest for match and sell some tickets.”
Victoria stares down at Debra’s waggling fingers and, after a beat, completes the handshake, “despite the incredibly disrespectful nature of this whole affair… I understand the strategic nature of it. No hard feelings.”
Debra’s grin grows when Hackenschmidt grasps her hand, but it becomes strained when she feels the bones in her hand creak as the German tightens her grip. Victoria maintains eye contact and speaks firmly, “But make no mistake, I will crush you in a manner in equal measure to that disrespect, I must set an example as champion.”
Debra shakes the aches out her hand and scrunches up her face in mock confusion, “You know, I don’t think I got your vote. Want to tell me what you prefer for crepes and giggles?”
The Countess rubs her hands across the top and sides of her bosom, dragging them underneath her rack to cup her breasts and give them a slight raise like she’s offering them to Hackenschmidt, who blushes and sputters in indignation.
“I know these aren’t the giant whoppers you’re used to sucking on like with Danica, but I guarantee they taste better.”
Debra turns around and leans over to stick her perfect patootie at a red-faced and red seeing Hackenschmidt, treating her to a cheeky bump and grind, “Or maybe you want to follow your former fans and get in line to kiss my ass? You seem like a horse girl at heart, I’d bet you’d love me to ride you hard and put you away wet.”
The sound of a stadium chortling and laughing at Victoria and hooting lustfully at Sugerman burns in The Knight’s ears, the furious IC champion launches herself at teasing tart with abandon “You insolent tart!”
Crack!
On a dime, Debra’s right leg flashes up and strikes Victoria’s chin with a sniper’s accuracy, the audience erupts as the Destroyer class wrestler is knocked onto her side within the opening minute of the match by a lightweight. Debra pounces on top of a stunned Vic, pulling her flat to the canvas and hooking her leg with frantic urgency.
SUGAR KICK!
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ONE!!
TWO!!
Victoria heaves the impertinent candy heiress off her like a bag of leaves. Like all women who experience The Valiant One’s strength for the first time, Debra is alarmed at how easily she broke out of the pin and is going to give her all in ending this match before it starts. Victoria’s getting to her feet fast, but that kick to the chin makes her a mite slower than her challenger; The Knight rises to her full height, regaining coherence just as Debra’s sneaker clickity clacks her teeth with another Sugar Kick! The near six-footer drops again; instead of canaries tweeting around her head, Victoria’s seeing a bunch of Little Debbies teasing her with a good time. Sugerman throws herself atop the felled giant, this time wrangling both of Vic’s legs by the knees, the camera’s pov giving the fans a great look at the German’s creamy thighs firm behind.
ONE!
TWO!!
At two and a half Victoria hurls Debra off her person, sending the lightweight tumbling some feet away. Mumbling untranslatable German curse words, Hackenschmidt wills herself to rise faster this time, pushing away pain and vertigo to focus on the diabetes peddling showgirl trying to take her title. Champion and challenger stand simultaneously, Debra a bit shocked at Hackenschmidt’s perseverance, and it makes her a little slow on the draw, well that and the scarily angry face the bigger blonde is making. Victoria charges at Debra who nimbly cartwheels out of harm’s way, Victoria throws up a boot against the top buckle to stop herself and whips back to Sugerman, she’s two steps into a run when she realizes Sugerman is mid-air and flying toward her!. The usual strategy for a smaller wrestler to use against a larger one is to use hit and run tactics, which is why everyone is surprised to see the comparably petite Debra taking the initiative leaping at the giant and wrapping her arms around The Knight’s head like a Facehugger.
Debra pulls a yelling Victoria’s face into her cleavage and drags her visage against every inch of bosom several times over. The Stone Mountain sweetie keeps Victoria’s nose flat against her sternum when it’s not travelling the slopes and peaks of her Good and Plenty’s.
GOOD AND PLENTY’S
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Sugerman’s height disadvantage switches to a major advantage with this sexy move; Victoria’s doubled over and constantly stumbling with Sugerman backtracking a circuit of the ring, dragging the reserved(some would say sexually repressed) young veteran, now blinded by boob and losing oxygen. The Valiant One tries to beat and push her free of the cleavage cage, but ever since her battles with Danica there’s a temporary waning of strength when Victoria’s locked in a Jugg Smother. The muscles in Little Debbie’s arms flex wonderfully as she ups the pressure to keep the sputtering, floundering champion suckling sweet teat. Victoria’s muffled protests and warnings are drowned out to all but Debra while half the building cheer ecstatically, thinking their candidate for the finishing move revealed as the winning option.
The Countess of Candyland nibbles her lower lip in concentration, enjoying the vibration of Victoria’s screams and the feel of resisting lips against her skin. “I told ya you’d love the taste didn’ I?”
Debra rolls her shoulders, bating her baps against Hack n Slash’s cheeks, giggling at the squeal Victoria gives when her eye’s poked by a turgid nipple. “No offence to Danica or other Polish gals, but us Southerners know how-”
“MMHPRrrrragh!”
Debbie didn’t do her homework. She should have known not to make The Knight angry. Lately, that’s been a significant reversal of fortune for would-be IC contenders, and that proves true once again. Victoria gives Sugerman a big shove that takes the more diminutive blonde off her feet, Debra thumps! onto the canvas but recovers with a backroll onto her feet. Victoria stretches her arm to take off Debra’s head with a Clothesline, but the slippery sweetie evades with a Matrix dodge. Caught in her momentum, Victoria nearly falls through the ropes when she plows into them. Her long legs kick in the air briefly before gravity brings her boots back to the mat.
Victoria turns with a snarl to see Debra had the gall to have her back to the champion, albeit while looking over her shoulder. Debra gives her frustrated opponent a wink and a swivel of the hips that would be a trending gif later. Victoria isn’t in the state of mind to enjoy the sight; taking the tiny twerk as an insult, she bolts toward the former mascot, a month of harassment and sadness converting into a mindless rage.
Debra takes off playing Road Runner to Vic's Wild E. Coyote. Calling up every scrape of Track and Field training from school, Debra stays two steps ahead of the giant till she gets to a corner. Grabbing the top ropes, Little Debbie hops up and kicks her feet back, the debutante's ankles crossing behind Victoria's head. The Knight has the awareness to yelp a quick and indignant "Noo!" Before Sugerman tucks in her knees, force-feeding Victoria a heaping helping of Cake!
SUGAR TUSH
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Half the arena jumps out of their seats; the badonkadonk party must have won the vote. They must have! Sugerman will never be confused for a member of Bootyshock, but she can shake her stuff with the best of them! Keeping a cringing, whining, hollering against her hindquarters, Debra force-feeds Hackenschmidt what she considers her second-best feature, the first being her warm and considerate personality.
Sugerman pumps her legs to bop an angrily moaning Hackenschmidt against her tight ass. She chats with entertained fans in the front row, "I asked Cassava Onika to teach me a few moves!"
The standing-by official finally starts a count, Debra times a heavy, deep sweep with each number. One! Two! Three! Four! Debra kicks the suffering Victoria away, the towering blonde staggers away, coughing and wiping away the taste of Sugerman from her mouth. Shame and frustration. Huddling in the farthest corner, Victoria rubs her forearm against her face and wills herself to go deaf to the fan's jeering and her heart to grow cold. No more playing their game.
As Hackenschmidt quietly rallies, Debra addresses the cheering FAWNatics with a deep curtsey and a joking expression of flattered embarrassment. "Thank you, thank you. Now that the final speeches are done, let's reveal the winner!"
Hackenschmidt pushes off a knee and speeds over to the dominant challenger, she's going to turn things around NOW. Debra presses into the ropes and springs into a Running Knee aimed toward an oncoming Knight's head. This match has gone perfectly, and Sugerman's about to take the IC title in historic fashion!
Champion and challenger are about to collide like runaway trains; Little Debbie's supremely confident as she leaps at Victoria, ready to knock this big blonde butch back to Germany. So confident, Debra doesn't realize she's missed her mark till Victoria's shoulder blasts into her tummy like a cannonball.
ROLLING SPEAR
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The Countess of Candy Land sounds like a rat getting stepped on and for sure feels like one too! Sugerman is tits, then ass up, falling hard and forced into a matchbook through the wake of Victoria’s sheer power. Debra tilts onto her side and curls up, cradling her middle like her insides are about to spill out. Victoria rolls with her tackle, landing her rock-hard glutes and gets back on her feet before Debra stops skidding. The Valiant One wraps her tines in Debra's silky hair and drags the cringing lollipop peddler from her fetal position to standing on quaking legs. Victoria shoves her into a standing headscissors, crosses her ankles and squeezes Debra’s skull with ungodly pressure.
Victoria loudly slaps her palms against Sugerman’s flanks, rippling the flesh, and digs her tines into the whimpering challenger’s kidneys. Debra’s lightly tanned skin moulds around her fingers as Victoria applies dual Nerve Claws with pressure only Bridget Stroud can achieve. Caught between The Knight’s crushing, velvety thighs, Little Debbie feels like a flattened Debbie! Sweat and tears drip off the challenger’s flushed face and pitter-patters against the canvas; a deep pitiful moan pours out of the challenger with the tiniest flex of Hackenschmidt’s thighs and a high-pitched shriek when the German twitches her digits. A small part of Debra’s soul felt she lost the moment Victoria near cut her in half with that Spear, and her despair grows with every tick of the clock, but no way in heck is she giving up! Debra Sugerman doesn’t write a cheque she can’t cash, and she’s been writing a big one with this campaign.
Concerned with the lightweight’s wellbeing, the referee kneels by head and checks if Sugarman wants to pack it in, his gaze flitting from the mop of Debra’s long hair to Victoria’s ass.
Debra wails her rejection as she beats her fists against Victoria’s steel gams, "Nnnooooo!!! Nono!!" The desperate Debra attempts to lift Victoria with a Back Body Drop but can't budge the German more than a centimetre off the mat.
Victoria ceases her Nerve Claws and loops her arms under Sugerman's stomach, "That's the first respectable thing you've done all match. Try to forge that steel… instead of harassing your opponent all day and night!"
Victoria pulls Debra out of the crushing Headscissors and heaves the gasping challenger over her shoulders into a Gory special. Debra's so grateful to be free from her sweltering prison and breathing open air, the Southerner doesn't grasp she's stretched against Victoria like an unwilling backpack. The Towering Teuton curls in, giving Sugerman the sensation of being drawn and quartered.
"Hhrauugghh!!"
Debra’s scream warbles as Hackenschmidt manipulates her arms over one shoulder so The Knight can reach up to take her in an inverted headlock. Victoria pulls the contorted Countess closer so she can taunt in her ear, "Want a vote on how I pin you?"
Debra has time to sputters "I-" When Victoria whips backward, driving Debra's face into the canvas like pickaxe!
FAFNIR’S FANG
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A boneless Sugerman flops into a starfish, her glazed eyes staring unthinkingly at the ceiling till her head tilts listlessly to the sides, cheek to the mat. Victoria almost casually stands up, adjusts her shorts, rearranges her top back to its default position, pulls her right glove back into its proper fit, and smoothes her hair. For 20 seconds, Victoria pointedly will not look at the wreck of a woman lying at her feet, letting her go unpinned. The FAWNatics heavily boo this show of uncharacteristic arrogance, except for a surprisingly supportive few who love seeing The Valiant One getting a little cocky!
Finally tending to her unconscious foe, Victoria leans down to take Debra by the ankles; Victoria kneels on one stem to use press the other across the pits of Debra’s knees, the showy pin raising the beaten challenger’s bum off the mat by several inches.
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ONE!
Victoria stares down at Sugerman’s slack face with restrained anger, remembering night after night of constant humiliation.
TWO!!
She glances over at the raving crowd, the FAWNatics urging Sugerman to get up and reveal what won the poll
THREE!!!
“Your winner…. and still Intercontinental Champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!!”
The Valiant One’s operatic music blares amid an extremely unruly, divided roar from the audience. Many of them pissed that all of Sugerman’s prophesying and advertisements whipping up the fan’s emotions for weeks were all sound and fury signifying nothing. Surprisingly, Victoria has won back a few fans in the building, a small but growing chant of “VIC-TOR-IA! VIC-TOR-IA!….” undercuts the wave of irritation. Still astride the gently stirring Sugerman, Victoria raises an eyebrow and shakes her head in disbelief, “Why do you like me at my worst? Well, then you’ll probably like this….”
Hackenschmidt slips her fingers under the hem of Debra’s tight rainbow sequin pants and works them past those sweet cheeks till Debra’s bare butt, scantly covered by a cotton pink thong, moons the crowd. The crowd's mood brightens considerably when Hackenchmidt raises a flattened hand and Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Lays three meaty spanks on Sugerman that send shudders through the Georgian's form.
Victoria pulls Debra's pants back and stands up, letting her unfurl with a soft moan. Victoria takes her place behind Debra for the official to raise her arm, staging a great photo for Gladiatrix, the soft-spoken Knight towering above the humbled Countess.
Victoria spies the purple envelope with the results of Sugerman's poll sticking out of the Zebra's pocket. As she's handed her IC title, Victoria smoothly picks his pocket.
"Pardon me," the referee's a step behind, "Huh?" Shifting his eyes from his pocket to the pilfered results in her hand. Slinging the shiny gold belt over a shoulder, Victoria pops the wax seal to a small cheer with her thumb.
She reads over the notes inside with a slightly bemused air "Not quite a landslide, but given FAWN's roster not unexpected."
Seeing Debra starting to come around, Victoria balls up the notes and tosses it over her shoulder. Laying down the title with much more care, Vic strides over and kneels in front of Debra as she rolls onto her front and props up on her elbows.
Victoria tries not enjoy this too much, speaking softly with a small smile to the oblivious Sugerman, "We must not set a bad example, yes? We need to keep our promises."
Little defeated Debbie raises her head, her brains still too scrambled to comprehend the imminent threat she blinks in confusion, a hint of drool on her lips, "Whaaa?"
Hackenschmidt's hands lash out, gripping Debra by the back of the head and forcing Sugerman's face into her rack! The building comes alive! Fans jump out of their seats! The winning option is Sugerman's Good and Plenty's, or rather, Hackenschmidt's Petite and Perfect's!
Another cause for this epic ovation is Victoria's first Front Sleeper in recorded and private history! Believing herself to lack the necessary endowment for such a move, Victoria’s never attempted the salacious submission before. There's a lot of scrubbing and shuffling as the German woman searches for the correct technique; a slight flush comes over Victoria as Debra screams, pleas and thrashes against her modest but sensitive hills. Eventually, Hackenschmidt nestles Sugerman’s nose between her breasts and grips her elbows for maximum squeeze! A desperate Debra batters her fists against the champion’s sides and stomach, but there’s no stopping democracy.
The little blonde’s fists get slower and slower, till they fall limp against the canvas. The official taps his fingers against Victoria’s shoulder telling her she has to let go now or he’ll reverse the decision; Victoria snaps out of a stupor, a rookie to this move, she got a little lost in the sensations. The Knight shoves Debra away where she lies on her side, face wet and glistening from chest sweat and her slobber. Hackenschmidt reaches over to collect her title belt and rises on unsteady legs, heart beating a little fast and breathing a bit uneven.
“I can see the appeal of this move, now.”
Victoria Hackenschmidt stands tall while Debra must slink back to the locker room with a waist bare of gold. Will the Knight’s next opponent be the one to strip away her title? Who will be the next to answer the Open Challenge?