Post by hawkeye on Apr 11, 2022 2:28:56 GMT
Fallout Sunrise and Hazeema McMurray vs The Welsh Dragons
The crowd is eager for the next fight to begin when 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!!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDgQdr8ZkTw&t=26s
Meglovania from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty witch heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN’s most neighbourly and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her third PPV match for the top promotion. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each breast to the back where it’s made of a breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M zig-zags across the ramp slap the hands of eager (and drooling) fans, reaching the ring Hazeema takes the bottom rope in two hands, leans back, and slingshots between the cables into the Squared Circle. Landing in a squat handstand, Hazeema flips onto her feet with her hands in the air. The FAWNatics applaud the newbie’s show of athleticism and the subsequent jiggling that comes after. She basks in the respectful applause for a few moments before heading to her corner for her pre-match inspection for foreign objects and waits for her partner for the night.
An unseen battery of cannons fire booming shots, startling most people in the building, the FAWNtron becomes a swirling tunnel of blue energy. The tunnel opens and expands to a black screen, soon disrupted by a brilliant shaft of white light. It dissipates and in its wake, the words FALLOUT SUNRISE shines in gold Spectral font—a nostalgic and adrenaline-pumping instrumental cut of the Thundercats theme blasts through the speakers!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mWN8aELvZU
Exploding from the curtains is a veritable comet of glaring colours. Racing from one end of the stage to the other while pumping her fists is a powerfully built woman of a light mocha complexion; Her long, dark, wavy hair had random streaks of colour that caught the light as it trailed after her. A stark white handprint gripped the woman’s beautiful features with the thumb going above her right eye and past the brow, her Electric Cyan lipstick glaring among the paleness of the palm. A light, neon pink sports bra covered her ample bosom with neon carrot laces crisscrossing the front, her cleavage puffing past the restricting fabric. Giving no mind to fashion or style, Fallout Sunrise wears fluorescent green bottoms and electric red boots. The announcer reads her information to the audience with a hint of incredulity.
FALLOUT SUNRISE
“Standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 143 pounds, here by way of a temporal vortex... a Cosmic Warrior from the end of time! The nurturer of hope and light and a bane to grey despair... Fallout Sunrise!!”
With a manic look of absolute intensity Fallout launches into a dead sprint down the ramp, tassels every colour of the rainbow dangles from her shoulders to pink elbows pads and trails in the wind as she runs. Forgoing every offered hand, the ‘Cosmic Warrior’ runs a full lap around the ring before sliding in. Springing to her feet she takes the nearest top rope in her electric yellow, fingerless gloved hands and starts shaking it, shaking it, shaking it! Fallout’s gritting her teeth with all the energy she’s putting into that cable. It’s about to fly off its hinges. She halts her strange ritual to climb onto the second buckle of the nearest corner and beat her chest while ROARING into the abyss. The crowd is as always equal parts confused and delighted by this hyperbolic woman.
“RRaaaagh!!!”
KER-ASSH!!
Fallout Sunrise vaults herself over the top rope onto the apron and dashes across the narrow ledge, she throws herself onto the Thai commentator’s table with a giant leap, shattering it to pieces! The crowd screams, “OOHHHH!!” Momentarily still, Fallout surges up as if she didn’t just self-propel through furniture and audio equipment, and throws her arms back to roar at the FAWNatics in attendance, which roar back twice as loud in delight!
Hazeema stares at the brilliant behemoth in bewilderment, whispering to herself, “What Tom Fuckery is this?” Fallout shakes off the detritus of the broken table and slides in to ring, Casting her wild gaze all around the arena Fallout walks over and with both takes one of McMurray’s and shakes it. “Greetings blessed Hecate. Tonight, we shall feast on the nubile flesh of victory!”
Hazeema squints in appraisal as Fallout speaks, then smiles and returns the overly long handshake "Sure, 10-4 good buddy." Hazeema is a near lifelong D&D player, she respects people who commit to the aesthetic.
Behind the entrance curtain, Madeleine and Helena Jones, otherwise known as ‘Welsh Dragons’ stand ready at the top of the ramp, ready for their FAWN debut. They're wearing their favourite trademark sexy black lingerie outfits as the announcer calls, “Please welcome to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales, the sexy pair who are the Welsh Dragons!”
MADELEINE JONES
HELENA JONES
The girls run down the ramp, and bounce into the ring, preening themselves sexily for their American debut. The Welsh dragons allow the official to pat them down as they glance at the hodgepodge team across the ring, accessing the threat. The sisters quietly discuss stratagem; Fallout will be a problem in terms of power but doesn't seem too bright. The curvy Hazeema has the equipment to be a smother threat upstairs or downstairs but looks like a bit of a creampuff, she's walking around with fuck-me handles for goodness sake. Madeleine and Helena got this!
The sisters from across the pond clear the referee's check, so he motions bell and gets things underway.
DING! DING!
Fallout graciously lets Hazeema start things off, the biggest woman in the ring stepping out onto the apron and starting a rhythmic clap that the FAWNatics pick up quickly. Hazeema bouncing foot to as she circles her side ring (large chest bouncing with her), "Alright, who am I dancin' with?"
Looking a little concerned, Madeleine steps back outside the ropes, and smiles at her blonde sister, "Go get her, honey!" Helena is confident, and enters the fray with a head of steam, locking up with the Canadian in an Elbow and Collar. She sneers at Hazeema, "Try me, bitch!"
Hazeema frowns. "No need for that kind of language, " and sends Helena to the mat with a Hip Toss. Helena bounces onto her back but gets up quickly. She steadies herself and wraps her arms around Hazeema's waist, trying to lift her off her feet. The DM&M compensates but can't shake off the debuting Daughter of the United Kingdom. The two dual with violent, competing bearhugs, Helena's stronger than she looks, but Hazeema's beautiful bazooms are battering Helena's petite and perky's something fierce. She decides to attack from the rear; keeping a cheek pressed against McMurray's subtly perfumed body, Jones drops to a knee and circles behind the Canuck and rises with a tight Waistlock applied.
Hazeema's fingers can't separate Jones's grip, she widens her stance and thrusts back her BMD-worthy glutes, but the blonde moves her pelvis in tune with Hazeema and gives the Canuck a chastising Heimlich. She can't break Helena's hold, so Hazeema gets creative; grabbing the back of Helena's head she drops to her knees and flips Helena ahead and onto her ass with a Snapmare.
"If you didn't learn manners I hope you learned to wrestle" McMurray takes her by the scalp and chin locks in an uncomfortable neck crank. Having been tossed for the second time in a few seconds, Helena now finds her head being twisted sideways, she starts flailing her legs and stomping her feet, digging her thumbs into McMurray's wrists trying to find a pressure point. In the Welsh Dragon's corner Madeleine's squealing, "C'mon Helena! Let me at her!"
Hazeema drops to a knee switches to a less painful but more mobile Cravate, "come on now," and forces Helena up and into an awkward walk to Fallout. The multicoloured monster's shaking the top rope like a madwoman, screaming "The time has come!"
Fallout slaps Hazeema's shoulder and climbs to the high ground, leaping off to jar Helena's shoulder with an axehandle off the top rope. Her fists crash into the joint, and the blonde goes down squealing on her knees in her opposition's corner. She feels Fallout's fingers entwining in her hair.
"Pain is the sacrament of the worthy!" Fallout Sunrise drags her up and knocks her down with a standing clothesline that connects with the echoing sound of flesh on flesh.
THE MIGHTY SCYTHE
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FS pulls her up and sends Helena to the farthest corner, coincidentally it’s the Dragon’s corner, with a strong Irish Whip. With a proud cry of"Justice!" Fallout runs full speed and leaps into the air for an Avalanche Splash. Helena's taken that clothesline hard, breathing hoarsely as she speeds across the ring. However, when Fallout launches herself, Helena has the good sense to slide down to a seat and tag in her older sister Madeleine while the surging Sunrise is at the apex of her jump. Helena rolls under the bottom rope as Sunrise hits buckles with sternum bruising force, the Destroyer emits a breathless croak and drops to her knees in enemy territory, gingerly rubbering her chest with a cheek pressed against the middle buckle. Madeleine rains across the apron to the parallel corner and slips inside the ring, the elder Jone’s sister speeds back to her corner with long-legged strides and dropkicks Sunrise in her shoulder. She's nearly knocked out of the ring by Madeleine’s low-flying move, the wild woman’s hanging halfway over the bottom rope, the tassels on her arms nearly touching the padded floor. The cocky Dragon bends over to point her toned ass at the curvy Canadian across the ring and gives herself a cheeky smack! Hazeeema narrows her eyes, she’s beginning to dislike these rookies. Sharing a quick grin with her sister, Madeleine drags Sunrise by the ankles back into the ring, her opponent yelling, "Unhand me!"
Madeleine has ahold of both Fallout's strong legs as she drags her to the centre of the ring, where she spreads them, slides down between them and kneels on her inner thighs, grabbing the American babe's head as she leans forwards shouting, "Can you spout gibberish with your hamstrings pulled?!" She gets a pained snarl in response, so Madeleine strikes FS in the face with a forearm. Fallout slashes at Madeleine, but the brunette leans out of the way and jostles her knees against the bigger girl's thighs, making Fallout grimace and hiss. Madeleine raises the Yank’s legs and hops forward, hooking her feet around Fallout’s and morphing them into a matchbook pin.
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Madeleine presses down on FS's strong legs and folded over body, and the ref counts.
One!
Two!
Fallout kicks Madeleine off strongly, sending the brunette skittering backwards. The Destroyer pounces forward and grabs her hair before Madeleine can recover and pulls the rookie close by the follicles as they rise; after a pacifying headbutt Fallout lifts Jones high above her in a Gorilla Press; to the cheers of impressed fans, she walks closer to her home corner with the fearful Brit kicking in the air. The Brillant Behemoth splatters Jones with a Reverse Fallaway Slam, then hooks a leg for a pin.
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One!
Two-kickout!
Fallout crawls off Madeleine and speedily tags in Hazeema. Madeleine's hurt, dizzy and uncertain, she tries to crawl back to her corner and tag her sister, but she doesn't make it, missing by a scant few inches. The elder Jones sister feels herself being dragged back by her ankles away from salvation by Hazeema, who tells her, "My turn to slap your ass, now, bitch!" as she does just that, and loudly spanks Madeleine's buttcheeks. The girls from across the pond are getting a proper FAWN introduction and learning to show respect at the same time.
"Ow Ow! Stop that!" Madeleine frantically reaches back to stop her paddling but Hazeema grabs her wrist out of the air. Having subtlety hooked her legs around the Welsh woman’s during the spanking, Hazeema just lurches back to suspend the screaming newbie in the air with a Romero Special!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8keGLfM5pBw
The DM&M is a submission specialist and shows it with an expert application of this rarely seen move. Madeleine is pretty much done for and can't last much longer in Hazeema's clutches, but Helena isn't ready to accept defeat! She bursts into the ring and kicks Hazeema in the back of the head to get her off her older sister, the Canadian’s hold on Madeleine loosens and she drops her, inadvertently making the Dragon squash Hazeema with a Senton. Hazeena groans in pain and frustration and shoves the jelly-limbed Madeleine off and shambles to stand and face the intruding Helena. The junior Jones sees angered the girl and starts to panic, especially when Fallout Sunrise vaulting over the top rope to join her partner, with Madeleine probably out of action for at least the next few minutes she’s a chicken in the wolf den.
The makeshift team shows chemistry In a fit of impromptu teamwork; Fallout dashes forward and slaps on a rib-cracking bearhug on Helena, quick glance into Hazeema’s eyes gives all the instruction needed. Hazeema runs to the ropes behind the squeezing Sunrise and the mewling Helena and recoils off them as the Destroyer breaks the Bearhug and lifts the Welsh woman higher in their embrace. McMurray takes a big running leap and near decapitates Helena with a clothesline!
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The towheaded Jones has a split second to rethink her life choices before McMurray’s bicep connects with her face filling her vision with stinging stars. The referee ushers FS out of the ring while Hazeema gives Helena the bum's rush to the outside and follows her out after. Meanwhile, Madeleine struggles to all fours and has crawled halfway to her corner. Helena looks out of it now, standing on quivering legs with arms at her sides as Hazeema finishes her off with a headbutt, knocking the younger Jones to the floor. Now she can turn her attention to Madeleine, who believes she’s crawling towards her poor blonde sister. Hazeema steps through the ropes by the Welsh Dragon’s corner and bullies Madeleine into an inverted headlock, "Time for the cows to head back to the barn. Not that I'm calling you a cow, now." She falls back to the Canvas rocking Jones with an inverted DDT, then slaps her breasts over Maddy's face for a North/South breast smother, making sure to keep the brunette’s shoulders elevated for a knockout or tap out.
As Madeleine seems to be gasping her last breath, she manages an almighty heave, and kicks out, sending Hazeema off her, Helena climbs the ring apron and buckles like a Rockwall, wanting to be in a position to support her tag partner. Madeleine scrambles to her corner, and tags in her eager sister Helena, who looks a little groggy, but in better shape than Maddy. Helena slips through the ropes and fronts up to Hazeema, ready to take her on.
She’s still on the sour side of the fence with these welsh rookies but if they behave, The DM&M will wrestle accordingly, "Got a better attitude now?" Hazeema asks. She goes to pick the leg and Helena traps her in front facelock, then skillfully shifts behind her and drops to her knees, rocking Haz with an Atomic Neckbreaker!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPc9QBzBV1k&t=21s
Helena watches Hazeema fall away onto her back, and immediately goes to cover her, hooking her leg and inviting a count from the referee.
One!
Two! Hazeema kicks out!
Helena slaps the canvas in frustration, then grabs Helena takes her in another front facelock on the ground and pounds two knee lifts on the top of her head. "It's our turn now!" Now it's Hazeema looking groggy, as Helena decides to finish her off, turns her over onto her front, and grabs her legs, trying to cinch in a Boston Crab.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_ZRCxrVjJI&list=PL64A14F8010959483
"Eerrgh!" Mcmurray grits her teeth and tries to block the pain out with her mind. Digging her hands into the canvas The NC manager tries to crawl to the nearest set of ropes with Helena's weight on top of her, Jones rears back trying to snap the Canadian in two, at times dropping her firm butt on the small of Hazeema's back to discourage her foe’s movement. Helena's enjoying herself, at last, bouncing her ass on Hazeema's back, but the more experienced wrestler is inching towards safety despite the blonde's best efforts. Hazeema's partner Fallout Sunrise is almost within reach and the primary coloured pulverizer is hopping in place and reaching as far into the Squared Circle as possible.
Helena dismounts Hazeema's back but keeps hold of an ankle to drag the Pakistani-Canadian farther away from her corner, rubbing Hazeema's big chest against the coarse material of the canvas. Pressing down on Hazeema’s ankle with her foot, Helena falls to her side while stretching out in a straight line, torturing the Canadian with a vicious leg spread.
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“AAAAAARH!!” Helena drags Hazeema backwards and tags her sister quickly, Madeleine joining her younger sister in the ring, sliding between Hazeema's legs, still being held open, she headbutts her smack in the crotch, Helena laughing as she drops Hazeema's ankles leaving Madeleine to enjoy herself Madeleine hits a trio of leg drops to soften McMurray up before pulling the Canuck to her feet by the pigtails and hoisting her onto a shoulder in the body slam position. Maddy runs to a near corner squashing Haz against the buckles before running to the center of the ring slamming McMurray down with ring-shaking force.
WALES STAMPEDE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k82bOPqqE98
The Coalitionite's eyes roll back in her head, her brain experiencing a temporary shutdown from the back of her head banging against the thinly covered plywood of the ring floor. The reverberations of Maddy’s surprisingly powerful move vibrate throughout the canvas causing a gifable jiggle the Down goes Hazeema, and over goes Madeleine, Grabbing Hazeema's ankles and pushing them up and over the stricken girl's head in a matchbook pin, as the Brit calls, "Count her, ref!"
One!
Two- Kickout!
Madeleine growls and pulls Hazeema up with a headlock that puts a serious creak in her neck. She runs full speed to her corner- dropping to slide under the bottom rope while Hazeema gets brained on the bottom buckle. The Canuck goes limp with arms at her sides and just leans against the pad sitting on her haunches. Maddy slides back in and tags Helena back into the action.
In bounces Helena, she grabs hold of Hazeema's hair, lifts her up, then bangs her face into the top of the turnbuckle, and turns her around. Maddy holds Hazeema's arms steady, while Helena karate chops her across her chest.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Helena puts some serious ripples in Hazeema's jugs with a series of backhand chops. After a back elbow to the face for insurance, Helena works her in a tight headlock and sprints across the ring for a running bulldog. Jones leaps in the air but Haz puts her hands on Helena's firm ass and shoves her away, letting Jones Junior crash tailbone first on the canvas.
Helena screams - partly in pain, and partly in frustration, as she lands hard on her backside, bouncing off the mat once and landing on her side. Helena pushes to a seat when Hazeema kicks her in the side of the head for good measure before she can get up again. Hazeema's not too proud to put strategy before revenge; she quickly limps over to Fallout Sunrise and tags her into the match "To battle!" Fallout bursts into the ring and hits a Standing Splash on the Blonde Jones.
Helena is flattened by that splash, but powers through the pain and gets up quickly- and immediately regrets it when Fallout easily picks her up. One arm up between her legs and the other around her shoulder, The beautiful Destroyer drops Helena over her knee with a backbreaker. Helena rolls away wide-eyed and gasping in pain, she feels Fallout's hands grabbing her again, the giant's keen to avenge the punishment the blonde gave her partner.
"Don't run! The wheel of fate shall crush you in your cowardice. Face the inevitable head-on!"
Fallout Biel Tosses Helena all the across the ring where she bounces heavy and rolls to the corner. To her credit, Helena gets up quickly, but just in time to be flattened with an Avalanche Splash that has the Cosmic Warrior’s juggs briefly scrubbing against Helena's face. Once again, the blonde finds herself bouncing around the ring, then splashed in the centre, Fallout’s generous tits brushing her face.
FS breaks away to sprint back to the far corner, Helena still standing against the corner but looks to be in a daze. Making her a prime target for the Running Hip attack Sunrise pounds into her tummy. Helena's abs prove no defence against the Warrior's perfectly round ass. Madeleine sees her sister in trouble and prepares to slip into the ring and bring the calvary.
Helena's in big trouble once more, and older sister Maddy decides to help out. She jumps into the ring, falters a bit on the landing and has to catch her balance, she looks back up and finds herself in Hazeema's clutches. the Canadian immediately lifting the Welsh Dragon off her feet and rearranging Maddy’s tailbone with an Atomic Drop
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FS takes Helena by the hair and makes her walk to center ring to their partners; sharing a look and a nod with Hazeema, Fallout Sunrise and Hazeema McMurray bend the Jones sisters over and flip them up into PileDriver positions. They keep them upside down for a few seconds to build the tension before dropping to their knees, driving the newbies' skulls into the ring floor.
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Helena and Madeleine are driven hard into the canvas, and that's finished the pair of them off. Hazeema and Fallout drag the sisters to the centre of the ring, and grin as they quickly discuss how to pin them they won't do too much, they're babyfaces at heart. They decide to pin the Jones sisters at the same time, each hooking the right leg with secure and heavy facesits.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The announcer broadcasts over the noise of the cheering FAWNatics, "Your winners! Fallout Sunrise and Hazeema McMcmurray!"
Maddy and Helena find their faces covered by their opponents’ toned asses as they lie motionless, pinned and beaten in their first FAWN outing. Sad, but not unexpected, depending on how they recover from this will show if they have what takes for this industry. The winners dismount and respectfully help their conquered foes up. Northern Coalition’s manager and the Cosmic Warrior give the Jones sisters a little space as the losers work through a post-loss funk. Maddy weeping, "They were too good for us, Hel!" with the younger Jones sister responding, "Piss off! I took more fucking punishment than you!"
Hazeema reaches over and slaps Helena's belly, "Hey, now be nice to your sister! Family is family."
The blonde responds a scathing, "Mind your own business, bitch!" whilst Maddy wipes her face, "It's fine - Hel's a better fighter than me."
Hazeema shakes her head, "Nope" and shoves the shame displacing sister hard! Helena sprawls onto her back with a cute yelp as FS, showing an absurd level of tag team chemistry, instinctively and lightly (by her standards, which is extreme by the norm) bearhugs Madeleine from behind while Hazeema teaches the blonde Jones some familial empathy.
McMurray of Letterkenny takes Helena by the dainty feet and lifts them into V; bending the left leg around the right, McMurray steps over the knot to brace her stem against it and keep the knot in place, then takes Helena’s left arm and bends it under her chin to touch her right shoulder and reaches around Helena’s head to grab her wrist. McMurray slips a hand through the V of Helena’s bent arm to grab her own forearm and uses the Mobius contortion of limbs to lift the Welshwoman up in a strangling embrace, chocking the Jones sister with her own bodyweight! The curvy, cross Canadian has locked Helena in a submission so complicated the Welsh Dragon couldn’t begin to describe it! Move nerds(they prefer to be called technique enthusiasts) will later describe it as a Hanging Deathlock Cobra Clutch!
NAGA LOCK
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Amid her victims gurgling screams of pain, Hazeema orders the elder Jones sister to make amends with the younger sister, "Apologize!"
Helena gasps, "I'm sorry! Jeez! I'm sorry!" Hazeema rasps, "Who's the bitch?" to which Helena pants, "Me! I'm the bitch! Please stop!" Madeleine is having the wind crushed out of her as she squeals, "Please don't - you're better than us, and you won well!"
Fallout lets go of Madeleine, the brunette dropping breathlessly onto her knees, "Well said!' and slaps her too hard on the back, "You fought well! Join us in the Hall of Warriors for alcoholic drinks!"
Hazeema, lets go of Helena and points a finger in her red and gasping face, "Courtesy and sportsmanship are not to be undervalued!" then helps the frazzled blonde up. The victorious duo shares an awkward handshake with the losing team and escorts them to the back, making sure the Welsh Dragons leave the arena with some happy memories, even if it's just a cold drink.
The crowd is eager for the next fight to begin when 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!!”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDgQdr8ZkTw&t=26s
Meglovania from the hit video game Undertale fills the air with adrenaline-pumping electronica. The screen swirls with colours as it transitions to a 16-bit sword and sorcery video game featuring a chesty witch heroine, casting spells and fighting monsters.
Bouncing with giddiness through the curtain is the Northern Coalition’s Manager and Dungeon Master, Hazeema McMurray.
HAZEEMA MCMURRAY
Practically skipping from one side of the stage to the other, the leader of FAWN’s most neighbourly and quirkiest stable is ready and raring to show her skills in her third PPV match for the top promotion. The Pakistani-Canadian has her bombshell body covered in a black bodysuit with a deep V-neckline and wide shoulder straps. A diamond of material is cut away to show off her belly button, two sets of black bands reach from her center and mound to where her shelf of an ass starts and ends. The ensemble has a swath of material from her neck that travels between her awe-inspiring breasts that connects to a gold ring, where two other strips travel under each breast to the back where it’s made of a breathable mesh. Black ankle boots covered her feet and as always, her dark brown hair swung near her ribs tied in two pigtails with short braids.
“From Letterkenny Ontario, Canada! Representing The Northern Coalition! Standing at 160cm and weighing in at 54kg! The High Caster of The City in the Sky!” The announcer looks confused by that last statement, “Hazeema McMurrayyyy!!”
The DM&M zig-zags across the ramp slap the hands of eager (and drooling) fans, reaching the ring Hazeema takes the bottom rope in two hands, leans back, and slingshots between the cables into the Squared Circle. Landing in a squat handstand, Hazeema flips onto her feet with her hands in the air. The FAWNatics applaud the newbie’s show of athleticism and the subsequent jiggling that comes after. She basks in the respectful applause for a few moments before heading to her corner for her pre-match inspection for foreign objects and waits for her partner for the night.
An unseen battery of cannons fire booming shots, startling most people in the building, the FAWNtron becomes a swirling tunnel of blue energy. The tunnel opens and expands to a black screen, soon disrupted by a brilliant shaft of white light. It dissipates and in its wake, the words FALLOUT SUNRISE shines in gold Spectral font—a nostalgic and adrenaline-pumping instrumental cut of the Thundercats theme blasts through the speakers!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mWN8aELvZU
Exploding from the curtains is a veritable comet of glaring colours. Racing from one end of the stage to the other while pumping her fists is a powerfully built woman of a light mocha complexion; Her long, dark, wavy hair had random streaks of colour that caught the light as it trailed after her. A stark white handprint gripped the woman’s beautiful features with the thumb going above her right eye and past the brow, her Electric Cyan lipstick glaring among the paleness of the palm. A light, neon pink sports bra covered her ample bosom with neon carrot laces crisscrossing the front, her cleavage puffing past the restricting fabric. Giving no mind to fashion or style, Fallout Sunrise wears fluorescent green bottoms and electric red boots. The announcer reads her information to the audience with a hint of incredulity.
FALLOUT SUNRISE
“Standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 143 pounds, here by way of a temporal vortex... a Cosmic Warrior from the end of time! The nurturer of hope and light and a bane to grey despair... Fallout Sunrise!!”
With a manic look of absolute intensity Fallout launches into a dead sprint down the ramp, tassels every colour of the rainbow dangles from her shoulders to pink elbows pads and trails in the wind as she runs. Forgoing every offered hand, the ‘Cosmic Warrior’ runs a full lap around the ring before sliding in. Springing to her feet she takes the nearest top rope in her electric yellow, fingerless gloved hands and starts shaking it, shaking it, shaking it! Fallout’s gritting her teeth with all the energy she’s putting into that cable. It’s about to fly off its hinges. She halts her strange ritual to climb onto the second buckle of the nearest corner and beat her chest while ROARING into the abyss. The crowd is as always equal parts confused and delighted by this hyperbolic woman.
“RRaaaagh!!!”
KER-ASSH!!
Fallout Sunrise vaults herself over the top rope onto the apron and dashes across the narrow ledge, she throws herself onto the Thai commentator’s table with a giant leap, shattering it to pieces! The crowd screams, “OOHHHH!!” Momentarily still, Fallout surges up as if she didn’t just self-propel through furniture and audio equipment, and throws her arms back to roar at the FAWNatics in attendance, which roar back twice as loud in delight!
Hazeema stares at the brilliant behemoth in bewilderment, whispering to herself, “What Tom Fuckery is this?” Fallout shakes off the detritus of the broken table and slides in to ring, Casting her wild gaze all around the arena Fallout walks over and with both takes one of McMurray’s and shakes it. “Greetings blessed Hecate. Tonight, we shall feast on the nubile flesh of victory!”
Hazeema squints in appraisal as Fallout speaks, then smiles and returns the overly long handshake "Sure, 10-4 good buddy." Hazeema is a near lifelong D&D player, she respects people who commit to the aesthetic.
Behind the entrance curtain, Madeleine and Helena Jones, otherwise known as ‘Welsh Dragons’ stand ready at the top of the ramp, ready for their FAWN debut. They're wearing their favourite trademark sexy black lingerie outfits as the announcer calls, “Please welcome to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales, the sexy pair who are the Welsh Dragons!”
MADELEINE JONES
HELENA JONES
The girls run down the ramp, and bounce into the ring, preening themselves sexily for their American debut. The Welsh dragons allow the official to pat them down as they glance at the hodgepodge team across the ring, accessing the threat. The sisters quietly discuss stratagem; Fallout will be a problem in terms of power but doesn't seem too bright. The curvy Hazeema has the equipment to be a smother threat upstairs or downstairs but looks like a bit of a creampuff, she's walking around with fuck-me handles for goodness sake. Madeleine and Helena got this!
The sisters from across the pond clear the referee's check, so he motions bell and gets things underway.
DING! DING!
Fallout graciously lets Hazeema start things off, the biggest woman in the ring stepping out onto the apron and starting a rhythmic clap that the FAWNatics pick up quickly. Hazeema bouncing foot to as she circles her side ring (large chest bouncing with her), "Alright, who am I dancin' with?"
Looking a little concerned, Madeleine steps back outside the ropes, and smiles at her blonde sister, "Go get her, honey!" Helena is confident, and enters the fray with a head of steam, locking up with the Canadian in an Elbow and Collar. She sneers at Hazeema, "Try me, bitch!"
Hazeema frowns. "No need for that kind of language, " and sends Helena to the mat with a Hip Toss. Helena bounces onto her back but gets up quickly. She steadies herself and wraps her arms around Hazeema's waist, trying to lift her off her feet. The DM&M compensates but can't shake off the debuting Daughter of the United Kingdom. The two dual with violent, competing bearhugs, Helena's stronger than she looks, but Hazeema's beautiful bazooms are battering Helena's petite and perky's something fierce. She decides to attack from the rear; keeping a cheek pressed against McMurray's subtly perfumed body, Jones drops to a knee and circles behind the Canuck and rises with a tight Waistlock applied.
Hazeema's fingers can't separate Jones's grip, she widens her stance and thrusts back her BMD-worthy glutes, but the blonde moves her pelvis in tune with Hazeema and gives the Canuck a chastising Heimlich. She can't break Helena's hold, so Hazeema gets creative; grabbing the back of Helena's head she drops to her knees and flips Helena ahead and onto her ass with a Snapmare.
"If you didn't learn manners I hope you learned to wrestle" McMurray takes her by the scalp and chin locks in an uncomfortable neck crank. Having been tossed for the second time in a few seconds, Helena now finds her head being twisted sideways, she starts flailing her legs and stomping her feet, digging her thumbs into McMurray's wrists trying to find a pressure point. In the Welsh Dragon's corner Madeleine's squealing, "C'mon Helena! Let me at her!"
Hazeema drops to a knee switches to a less painful but more mobile Cravate, "come on now," and forces Helena up and into an awkward walk to Fallout. The multicoloured monster's shaking the top rope like a madwoman, screaming "The time has come!"
Fallout slaps Hazeema's shoulder and climbs to the high ground, leaping off to jar Helena's shoulder with an axehandle off the top rope. Her fists crash into the joint, and the blonde goes down squealing on her knees in her opposition's corner. She feels Fallout's fingers entwining in her hair.
"Pain is the sacrament of the worthy!" Fallout Sunrise drags her up and knocks her down with a standing clothesline that connects with the echoing sound of flesh on flesh.
THE MIGHTY SCYTHE
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FS pulls her up and sends Helena to the farthest corner, coincidentally it’s the Dragon’s corner, with a strong Irish Whip. With a proud cry of"Justice!" Fallout runs full speed and leaps into the air for an Avalanche Splash. Helena's taken that clothesline hard, breathing hoarsely as she speeds across the ring. However, when Fallout launches herself, Helena has the good sense to slide down to a seat and tag in her older sister Madeleine while the surging Sunrise is at the apex of her jump. Helena rolls under the bottom rope as Sunrise hits buckles with sternum bruising force, the Destroyer emits a breathless croak and drops to her knees in enemy territory, gingerly rubbering her chest with a cheek pressed against the middle buckle. Madeleine rains across the apron to the parallel corner and slips inside the ring, the elder Jone’s sister speeds back to her corner with long-legged strides and dropkicks Sunrise in her shoulder. She's nearly knocked out of the ring by Madeleine’s low-flying move, the wild woman’s hanging halfway over the bottom rope, the tassels on her arms nearly touching the padded floor. The cocky Dragon bends over to point her toned ass at the curvy Canadian across the ring and gives herself a cheeky smack! Hazeeema narrows her eyes, she’s beginning to dislike these rookies. Sharing a quick grin with her sister, Madeleine drags Sunrise by the ankles back into the ring, her opponent yelling, "Unhand me!"
Madeleine has ahold of both Fallout's strong legs as she drags her to the centre of the ring, where she spreads them, slides down between them and kneels on her inner thighs, grabbing the American babe's head as she leans forwards shouting, "Can you spout gibberish with your hamstrings pulled?!" She gets a pained snarl in response, so Madeleine strikes FS in the face with a forearm. Fallout slashes at Madeleine, but the brunette leans out of the way and jostles her knees against the bigger girl's thighs, making Fallout grimace and hiss. Madeleine raises the Yank’s legs and hops forward, hooking her feet around Fallout’s and morphing them into a matchbook pin.
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Madeleine presses down on FS's strong legs and folded over body, and the ref counts.
One!
Two!
Fallout kicks Madeleine off strongly, sending the brunette skittering backwards. The Destroyer pounces forward and grabs her hair before Madeleine can recover and pulls the rookie close by the follicles as they rise; after a pacifying headbutt Fallout lifts Jones high above her in a Gorilla Press; to the cheers of impressed fans, she walks closer to her home corner with the fearful Brit kicking in the air. The Brillant Behemoth splatters Jones with a Reverse Fallaway Slam, then hooks a leg for a pin.
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One!
Two-kickout!
Fallout crawls off Madeleine and speedily tags in Hazeema. Madeleine's hurt, dizzy and uncertain, she tries to crawl back to her corner and tag her sister, but she doesn't make it, missing by a scant few inches. The elder Jones sister feels herself being dragged back by her ankles away from salvation by Hazeema, who tells her, "My turn to slap your ass, now, bitch!" as she does just that, and loudly spanks Madeleine's buttcheeks. The girls from across the pond are getting a proper FAWN introduction and learning to show respect at the same time.
"Ow Ow! Stop that!" Madeleine frantically reaches back to stop her paddling but Hazeema grabs her wrist out of the air. Having subtlety hooked her legs around the Welsh woman’s during the spanking, Hazeema just lurches back to suspend the screaming newbie in the air with a Romero Special!
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The DM&M is a submission specialist and shows it with an expert application of this rarely seen move. Madeleine is pretty much done for and can't last much longer in Hazeema's clutches, but Helena isn't ready to accept defeat! She bursts into the ring and kicks Hazeema in the back of the head to get her off her older sister, the Canadian’s hold on Madeleine loosens and she drops her, inadvertently making the Dragon squash Hazeema with a Senton. Hazeena groans in pain and frustration and shoves the jelly-limbed Madeleine off and shambles to stand and face the intruding Helena. The junior Jones sees angered the girl and starts to panic, especially when Fallout Sunrise vaulting over the top rope to join her partner, with Madeleine probably out of action for at least the next few minutes she’s a chicken in the wolf den.
The makeshift team shows chemistry In a fit of impromptu teamwork; Fallout dashes forward and slaps on a rib-cracking bearhug on Helena, quick glance into Hazeema’s eyes gives all the instruction needed. Hazeema runs to the ropes behind the squeezing Sunrise and the mewling Helena and recoils off them as the Destroyer breaks the Bearhug and lifts the Welsh woman higher in their embrace. McMurray takes a big running leap and near decapitates Helena with a clothesline!
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The towheaded Jones has a split second to rethink her life choices before McMurray’s bicep connects with her face filling her vision with stinging stars. The referee ushers FS out of the ring while Hazeema gives Helena the bum's rush to the outside and follows her out after. Meanwhile, Madeleine struggles to all fours and has crawled halfway to her corner. Helena looks out of it now, standing on quivering legs with arms at her sides as Hazeema finishes her off with a headbutt, knocking the younger Jones to the floor. Now she can turn her attention to Madeleine, who believes she’s crawling towards her poor blonde sister. Hazeema steps through the ropes by the Welsh Dragon’s corner and bullies Madeleine into an inverted headlock, "Time for the cows to head back to the barn. Not that I'm calling you a cow, now." She falls back to the Canvas rocking Jones with an inverted DDT, then slaps her breasts over Maddy's face for a North/South breast smother, making sure to keep the brunette’s shoulders elevated for a knockout or tap out.
As Madeleine seems to be gasping her last breath, she manages an almighty heave, and kicks out, sending Hazeema off her, Helena climbs the ring apron and buckles like a Rockwall, wanting to be in a position to support her tag partner. Madeleine scrambles to her corner, and tags in her eager sister Helena, who looks a little groggy, but in better shape than Maddy. Helena slips through the ropes and fronts up to Hazeema, ready to take her on.
She’s still on the sour side of the fence with these welsh rookies but if they behave, The DM&M will wrestle accordingly, "Got a better attitude now?" Hazeema asks. She goes to pick the leg and Helena traps her in front facelock, then skillfully shifts behind her and drops to her knees, rocking Haz with an Atomic Neckbreaker!
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Helena watches Hazeema fall away onto her back, and immediately goes to cover her, hooking her leg and inviting a count from the referee.
One!
Two! Hazeema kicks out!
Helena slaps the canvas in frustration, then grabs Helena takes her in another front facelock on the ground and pounds two knee lifts on the top of her head. "It's our turn now!" Now it's Hazeema looking groggy, as Helena decides to finish her off, turns her over onto her front, and grabs her legs, trying to cinch in a Boston Crab.
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"Eerrgh!" Mcmurray grits her teeth and tries to block the pain out with her mind. Digging her hands into the canvas The NC manager tries to crawl to the nearest set of ropes with Helena's weight on top of her, Jones rears back trying to snap the Canadian in two, at times dropping her firm butt on the small of Hazeema's back to discourage her foe’s movement. Helena's enjoying herself, at last, bouncing her ass on Hazeema's back, but the more experienced wrestler is inching towards safety despite the blonde's best efforts. Hazeema's partner Fallout Sunrise is almost within reach and the primary coloured pulverizer is hopping in place and reaching as far into the Squared Circle as possible.
Helena dismounts Hazeema's back but keeps hold of an ankle to drag the Pakistani-Canadian farther away from her corner, rubbing Hazeema's big chest against the coarse material of the canvas. Pressing down on Hazeema’s ankle with her foot, Helena falls to her side while stretching out in a straight line, torturing the Canadian with a vicious leg spread.
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“AAAAAARH!!” Helena drags Hazeema backwards and tags her sister quickly, Madeleine joining her younger sister in the ring, sliding between Hazeema's legs, still being held open, she headbutts her smack in the crotch, Helena laughing as she drops Hazeema's ankles leaving Madeleine to enjoy herself Madeleine hits a trio of leg drops to soften McMurray up before pulling the Canuck to her feet by the pigtails and hoisting her onto a shoulder in the body slam position. Maddy runs to a near corner squashing Haz against the buckles before running to the center of the ring slamming McMurray down with ring-shaking force.
WALES STAMPEDE
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The Coalitionite's eyes roll back in her head, her brain experiencing a temporary shutdown from the back of her head banging against the thinly covered plywood of the ring floor. The reverberations of Maddy’s surprisingly powerful move vibrate throughout the canvas causing a gifable jiggle the Down goes Hazeema, and over goes Madeleine, Grabbing Hazeema's ankles and pushing them up and over the stricken girl's head in a matchbook pin, as the Brit calls, "Count her, ref!"
One!
Two- Kickout!
Madeleine growls and pulls Hazeema up with a headlock that puts a serious creak in her neck. She runs full speed to her corner- dropping to slide under the bottom rope while Hazeema gets brained on the bottom buckle. The Canuck goes limp with arms at her sides and just leans against the pad sitting on her haunches. Maddy slides back in and tags Helena back into the action.
In bounces Helena, she grabs hold of Hazeema's hair, lifts her up, then bangs her face into the top of the turnbuckle, and turns her around. Maddy holds Hazeema's arms steady, while Helena karate chops her across her chest.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Helena puts some serious ripples in Hazeema's jugs with a series of backhand chops. After a back elbow to the face for insurance, Helena works her in a tight headlock and sprints across the ring for a running bulldog. Jones leaps in the air but Haz puts her hands on Helena's firm ass and shoves her away, letting Jones Junior crash tailbone first on the canvas.
Helena screams - partly in pain, and partly in frustration, as she lands hard on her backside, bouncing off the mat once and landing on her side. Helena pushes to a seat when Hazeema kicks her in the side of the head for good measure before she can get up again. Hazeema's not too proud to put strategy before revenge; she quickly limps over to Fallout Sunrise and tags her into the match "To battle!" Fallout bursts into the ring and hits a Standing Splash on the Blonde Jones.
Helena is flattened by that splash, but powers through the pain and gets up quickly- and immediately regrets it when Fallout easily picks her up. One arm up between her legs and the other around her shoulder, The beautiful Destroyer drops Helena over her knee with a backbreaker. Helena rolls away wide-eyed and gasping in pain, she feels Fallout's hands grabbing her again, the giant's keen to avenge the punishment the blonde gave her partner.
"Don't run! The wheel of fate shall crush you in your cowardice. Face the inevitable head-on!"
Fallout Biel Tosses Helena all the across the ring where she bounces heavy and rolls to the corner. To her credit, Helena gets up quickly, but just in time to be flattened with an Avalanche Splash that has the Cosmic Warrior’s juggs briefly scrubbing against Helena's face. Once again, the blonde finds herself bouncing around the ring, then splashed in the centre, Fallout’s generous tits brushing her face.
FS breaks away to sprint back to the far corner, Helena still standing against the corner but looks to be in a daze. Making her a prime target for the Running Hip attack Sunrise pounds into her tummy. Helena's abs prove no defence against the Warrior's perfectly round ass. Madeleine sees her sister in trouble and prepares to slip into the ring and bring the calvary.
Helena's in big trouble once more, and older sister Maddy decides to help out. She jumps into the ring, falters a bit on the landing and has to catch her balance, she looks back up and finds herself in Hazeema's clutches. the Canadian immediately lifting the Welsh Dragon off her feet and rearranging Maddy’s tailbone with an Atomic Drop
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FS takes Helena by the hair and makes her walk to center ring to their partners; sharing a look and a nod with Hazeema, Fallout Sunrise and Hazeema McMurray bend the Jones sisters over and flip them up into PileDriver positions. They keep them upside down for a few seconds to build the tension before dropping to their knees, driving the newbies' skulls into the ring floor.
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Helena and Madeleine are driven hard into the canvas, and that's finished the pair of them off. Hazeema and Fallout drag the sisters to the centre of the ring, and grin as they quickly discuss how to pin them they won't do too much, they're babyfaces at heart. They decide to pin the Jones sisters at the same time, each hooking the right leg with secure and heavy facesits.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The announcer broadcasts over the noise of the cheering FAWNatics, "Your winners! Fallout Sunrise and Hazeema McMcmurray!"
Maddy and Helena find their faces covered by their opponents’ toned asses as they lie motionless, pinned and beaten in their first FAWN outing. Sad, but not unexpected, depending on how they recover from this will show if they have what takes for this industry. The winners dismount and respectfully help their conquered foes up. Northern Coalition’s manager and the Cosmic Warrior give the Jones sisters a little space as the losers work through a post-loss funk. Maddy weeping, "They were too good for us, Hel!" with the younger Jones sister responding, "Piss off! I took more fucking punishment than you!"
Hazeema reaches over and slaps Helena's belly, "Hey, now be nice to your sister! Family is family."
The blonde responds a scathing, "Mind your own business, bitch!" whilst Maddy wipes her face, "It's fine - Hel's a better fighter than me."
Hazeema shakes her head, "Nope" and shoves the shame displacing sister hard! Helena sprawls onto her back with a cute yelp as FS, showing an absurd level of tag team chemistry, instinctively and lightly (by her standards, which is extreme by the norm) bearhugs Madeleine from behind while Hazeema teaches the blonde Jones some familial empathy.
McMurray of Letterkenny takes Helena by the dainty feet and lifts them into V; bending the left leg around the right, McMurray steps over the knot to brace her stem against it and keep the knot in place, then takes Helena’s left arm and bends it under her chin to touch her right shoulder and reaches around Helena’s head to grab her wrist. McMurray slips a hand through the V of Helena’s bent arm to grab her own forearm and uses the Mobius contortion of limbs to lift the Welshwoman up in a strangling embrace, chocking the Jones sister with her own bodyweight! The curvy, cross Canadian has locked Helena in a submission so complicated the Welsh Dragon couldn’t begin to describe it! Move nerds(they prefer to be called technique enthusiasts) will later describe it as a Hanging Deathlock Cobra Clutch!
NAGA LOCK
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Amid her victims gurgling screams of pain, Hazeema orders the elder Jones sister to make amends with the younger sister, "Apologize!"
Helena gasps, "I'm sorry! Jeez! I'm sorry!" Hazeema rasps, "Who's the bitch?" to which Helena pants, "Me! I'm the bitch! Please stop!" Madeleine is having the wind crushed out of her as she squeals, "Please don't - you're better than us, and you won well!"
Fallout lets go of Madeleine, the brunette dropping breathlessly onto her knees, "Well said!' and slaps her too hard on the back, "You fought well! Join us in the Hall of Warriors for alcoholic drinks!"
Hazeema, lets go of Helena and points a finger in her red and gasping face, "Courtesy and sportsmanship are not to be undervalued!" then helps the frazzled blonde up. The victorious duo shares an awkward handshake with the losing team and escorts them to the back, making sure the Welsh Dragons leave the arena with some happy memories, even if it's just a cold drink.