Post by hawkeye on Jun 7, 2022 1:37:34 GMT
As the power pop of Tones and I’s Dance Monkey launches from FAWN Arena’s sound system, the people launch to their feet, having taken the adorable Yellow Rose under their collective wing.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0hyYWKXF0Q )
From stage right, the flaxen-haired fighter who’s made recent waves, particularly with a statement-making win over future Hall of Famer Cynthia Mitchell, cheerily moves to center stage. What she lacks in experience, the fresh-faced grappler has with the energy of youth and a sweet disposition to which members of the audience are drawn.
HEATHER CROFTON
Heather’s excitement over a shot at two Pay-Per-Views consecutively is palpable, the moniker of breakthrough being tossed in her direction providing her extra vivacity. The babyface blonde struts in time with the catchy ditty.
She spins through a pirouette and vogues for the delighted devotees, a vision in yellow.
The two-piece gear includes spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of criss-crossed strips. The outfit is completed with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The rookie offers a brawny double-bicep pose but with a smirking hint of understanding her guns are small caliber. She prances down the aisle, bouncing from side to side, slapping hands, joyous with a further opportunity to show the fans what she can do.
In the last several strides, the Texan takes off in a sprint, sliding in under the bottom rope on her palms and chest. She pushes to her feet and waggles through several exuberant, hip-swiveling spins as her music slowly fades.
The Lone Star Girl backpedals to her corner as the ring announcer takes the opportunity to provide her introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Fighting out of Grapevine, Texas. Standing 5’4” and weighing in at 122 pounds…Miss Mustang…Heather Crofton!”
The bubbly blonde leaps into the air, dropping into a set of splits. She pumps her first at the crowd, drawing an ovation that grows when she shifts to a tiny ball, kips to her feet, and climbs to the middle ropes of her corner, shouting “Whaddya say, y’all?!”
The throng responds with a feisty endorsement until all eyes turn to the stage above, expectations high to see Miss Mustang’s foe.
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers and the crowd gets on its feet! It’s time for LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards to make her appearance.
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Stepping through the curtains is the last kind of person you’d think to associate with this kind of music, with a toothy grin on her face is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her presence. Poking the tip of her tongue out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spreads her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend at the club, “Here’s where the show REALLY starts! I haven’t been in the business much longer than this Texan, but I know more than enough to make her my chew toy!”
Danica saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass. Along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, and the line of silver buttons on the white shirt is visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful eyes of the audience.
Danica flips off one of her few hecklers in the stands and focuses on the fight at hand; she climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner. Danica warms up by hopping from foot to foot, sending her much salivated-over breasts into distracting jiggles, she calls across the ring to Crofton, who has a bit of trouble maintaining eye contact. Her tone is friendly, but her words are threatening, “No need to sneak peeks. You’re going to get a much closer look soon, honey!”
Heather shakily laughs off the threat, confused by the LAW wrestler’s contrasting traits and slightly embarrassed by being caught staring at the Packsaddles the sister blonde is carrying around.
“Haha, yeah…. We’ll see about that!”
The lightweights clear the official’s inspection and the bell is rung! Danica and Heather dash out of their corners and inch toward each other as they circle the ring in contracting spirals. As soon as they’re near enough, Danica halts and offers a handshake to The Lone Star Girl, “Let’s have some fun.”
Heather stops and glances at the hand with suspicion while the crowd explodes with warnings and cheers. FAWNatics remember with clarity Danica’s showstopper eggnog match where she offered Camile Cosworth a series of handshakes just to betray her each time and in Heather’s last match, she accepted a hand from Cynthia Mitchell only to get her eyes poked and beaten into the buckles. Sportsmanship comes at a real risk in Orlando… but it’s a risk she’s willing to take. Heather takes Danica’s hand and gives it two strong pumps to a small pop from the audience, “For dang sure, we’ll-woop!”
Danica pulls Heather into a one-armed hug and her Polish puppies flatten the Texan’s taataas with such ease Heather flashes back to her awkward high school years. Danica jaws into Crofton’s ear she grinds in her boobular dominance, “Let me give you some unsolicited advice; you’re never caught off guard if you know you can handle anything and everything.”
Dadal releases a slightly flustered Crofton and the Texan readjusts her top. She must be one of those physically affectionate types, Crofton thinks, and that advice is pretty solid.
Heather nods to her opponent, “That’s pretty smart, thanks for the tip.”
Danica nods back, ”No problem.” And Headbutts Heather out of nowhere!
“AaAH!”
Miss Mustang staggers to a knee and clumsily stands back up, seeing stars and church bells echoing in her skull. Danica grabs Heather by the golden locks and pulls her into a Standing Headscissors. She shrugs at the large portion of the audience booing her actions, “What? I broke cleanly, it’s all on the up and up.” With a strength betraying her diminutive size, Dadal hoists her bell rung rival onto her shoulders, then throws herself onto her knees, slamming Heather onto the mat so hard the cheap seats hear the echo.
youtu.be/5AioiAoB-nM?t=88
Heather feels her spirit and her breath leave her body when she hits the canvas, she wheezes like air leaving a cushion when Danica folds her body up so The Polish Pitbull can sit on Heather’s thighs while stacking her on her shoulders. Danica winks to that camera as the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
Heather bucks like a wild horse to break the pin, she ends up lying on her side while Danica stumbles a few feet away. Danica looks at the ref who assures her it’s only a two count. She breathes through her nose and tilts her head in a ‘Well, what’re you gonna do?’ manner and accepts the situation. Danica walks over to Heather who’s just starting to get to all fours.
“Hope you don’t think this personal,” Danica grunts as she stomps heavily on Heather’s back, making the young lioness kiss the mat. Danica starts making Texas wine; she’s really getting those knees high as she stomps a mudhole in Heather’s body.
”I’m on a bit of a winning streak, and if I get one more W I get a shot at my bestie Victoria’s IC title.”
If Heather has an opinion on what Dadal’s saying she doesn’t get the time to answer. She’s flipped onto her back with a boot and left to stare at the bright house lights, Heather starts to slowly rise to a seat when Danica comes running, flips forward in the air and squashes Heather with a Somersault Senton.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aVtxY6l0gs
Danica rolls off Crofton onto her perky buns letting the bug-eyed Texan jerk up, holding her middle in a silent scream, Danica grabs onto a shoulder and pulls her flat once again before climbing on top of her with a Back Press cover.
ONE!
TW-!
Heather gets a shoulder up! Danica doesn’t waste time arguing with the ref and gets to work, muscling the beleaguered blonde onto her feet and sending her into a corner with an Irish Whip.
Crofton involuntarily races across the canvas, spinning into a collision with the buckles, her body rocked from the impact. Wincing as she melts into the buckles, the Yellow Rose is instantly re-introduced to Danica’s top-heavy weaponry, Dadal’s rack SMACKING into the wide-eyed, fresh-faced Texan courtesy a corner splash.
The Polish Pitbull bounces off the crumpled Heather. Grabbing her foe by the scruff, dadal surges toward the center and tosses a reeling Miss Mustang halfway across the ring with a Biel Toss that has a flipping Heather touching the upper atmosphere.
Biel Toss ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxBeGz_pJ6E )
Crofton lands hard on her spine, the momentum of the heave sending her rolling up to her feet as she then staggers in a backpedal to the corner opposite from where she started, arms wrapped around her throbbing braincase.
The Beautiful Berserker keeps the pressure squarely on the tottering Texan, again charging, leaping into the Orlando night, and AGAIN CRUSHING Heather under a second corner splash in a matter of seconds. This time the domineering blonde remains tight to her sagging foe after force-feeding her gurls into the features of the Lone Star Girl.
Danica takes a step back, pivots and raises her right leg, stuffing the sole of her boot under Heather’s chin. Using the top rope to one side for leverage, she closes the windpipe of the bug-eyed Crofton, Heather desperately pushing at an ankle as the referee calls Danica on the choke. Dadal lowers her leg at ‘FOUR’, holding her hands high in mock innocence.
“I’m doing her a favor, ref,” the Pitbull insists. “This girl has to get toughened up or she’ll never last.”
As if to prove it, and before Heather can escape the corner, Dadal lays into her fellow blonde with a series of forearm smashes, the Berserker administering a half-dozen before another count backs her off for a second at most.
Quickly the curvy LAW star is back in Heather’s business, shoving her out of the tight confines, Crofton stumbling toward the center, regaining her balance and turning to find Dadal. The Polish Pitbull’s made her way to the middle ropes, waiting for her prey to set herself on a platter and when the Yellow Rose heads in her direction, she launches with a meteora in mind.
Heather’s baby blues go wide once more as she tries to catch Danica instead of diving out of the way, a rookie mistake. There’s no stopping Danica’s momentum with Crofton’s size and Dadal rides the Lone Star Girl to the deck, THUMPING the back of Crofton’s head into the canvas.
Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0KjKS8AROI )
Reaching her arms back to snatch Miss Mustang’s legs behind the knees, the curvy blonde has a ready-made, jackknife cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
Heather heaves her foe off over the top, sending Danica sprawling but unhurt. Dadal scrambles to her feet far quicker than her foe, the Polish Pitbull’s early onslaught leaving it difficult for Crofton to push past hands and knees. There she huffs in deep breaths as Danica approaches then punts Crofton’s right set of ribs, sending the babyfaced blonde barrel-rolling under the ropes, perhaps presenting Heather with a chance to reset, even as she splatters with a meaty THWACK to the thinly-padded cement below.
“The kid’s running,” shouts Danica as she moves to the ropes nearest her adversary, hovering over the overwhelmed Heather. “Best idea she’s had all night.”
As the Lone Star Girl slowly pushes to her feet, Danica spins and takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds at full speed, her curvy frame a-jiggle and threatening to be sent between the top and middle cables in a Suicide Dive.
Crofton, catching a glimpse late, cowers from the charging Dadal before Danica pulls up short and instead spreads middle and upper rope wide, inviting a sheepish Heather back in.
An embarrassed Crofton draws a forearm across her nose, her baby blues squinting in frustration at having made to look a chump.
The ref moves Danica back, Dadal allowing her plaything room enough to rejoin her to continue the assault. Crofton slips back in under the bottom rope, hopping to her feet, arms raised in front of her, ready to start anew.
The Beautiful Berserker raises her guns likewise, reaching them toward Crofton, playing like she’s ready for a collar-and-elbow tie-up when Danica pivots and drives a knee DEEP into Heather’s navel, doubling the Texan over, Heather gurgling, the crowd groaning in exasperation at Crofton’s inability to get anything going for which the FAWNatics can cheer.
Danica bullies Heather deep into the ropes and heaves her across with another Irish Whip, Dadal travelling behind and setting up center stage for the returning Crofton. She readies a shoulderblock for the approaching Miss Mustang but Heather baseball slides between Danica’s legs.
Dadal quickly spins to keep Crofton in her sights, but as she does, Heather cleverly twists her legs with Danica’s and trips the Polish Pitbull to the canvas with a modified drop toe hold, Dadal’s chin THUMPING against the canvas.
A grimacing Danica rolls her tongue over her chiclets for a speedy teeth-check then pushes to all fours, steaming from giving Heather her first advantage. As Dadal’s reaches her haunches, her head’s on a swivel trying to find the Yellow Rose. Find her she does as Heather’s rebounded out of the ropes and leaps into a knee lift between the eyes of the former Squire, laying out the pneumatic blonde in a dazed starfish.
Dadal gazes vacantly into the rafters as the crowd finally gets to cheer their girl on, Crofton standing at Danica’s side in a flash, her back to the floored Dadal. The Texan waves cheerily to the enthralled crowd then shows off her athleticism, leaping through a standing moonsault, ending in a CRUSHING crossbody landing of Danica’s tanned tummy.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s-2FiiVYXM )
Heather hooks a raised leg of a jackknifing Pitbull and holds on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
The Beautiful Berserker throws off the Lone Star Girl, Heather heaved to a kneeling position, Crofton showing a hint of worry from the strength remaining in the Pitbull.
Still, it isn’t enough to slow the racing mind of the youngster nor her lithe body. Heather hops to her feet, grabs Danica’s noggin in a two-handed grip and pulls the bountiful blonde to a standing but stooped position, thrusting Danica’s braincase between her ivory thighs and clamping down with a standing head scissors.
Heather hooks her ankles and brings as much vice-like power she can manage out of her relatively abbreviated stems. It’s enough to turn Danica’s face rosy from the pressure. But the Pitbull wraps her arms around the lower limbs of the Yellow Rose and lifts, crunching her abs from bent at the waist to fully vertical, Heather HIGH over the canvas before the Berserker shifts the raised Lone Star Girl’s legs in front of her head and swings Heather forward, POWERBOMBING her foe hard enough to make a Crofton-shaped divot in the deck.
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9dSt0geulc ) @ :00
The ring floor spits back Heather a foot in the air before her body splats back on the rough canvas covering the plywood in a sweaty heap, her comparably modest hills heaving with each breath. Danica stands above the young baby, more glowing than sweating, and wipes some perspiration from her forward with the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath that pushes past the limits of her overstressed and undersized top and a silver button pops off Danica’s top near the uppermost swell of her breast and lands like an Olympic diver in Heather’s navel. A diamond of pillowy cleavage pushes through the gap in her shirt as Danica ungently places a boot on the fork of the Texan’s legs and applies a bit of her weight making Heather jerk to life with a small squeal.
“Holy cow, I’m killing it with the power game tonight. I know that’s not enough to put you down so stay there a sec while I go into my next gear.”
Danica slips her fingers into the near tear in her top and rips it off with practised ease, revealing a white bikini that’s made of sterner stuff than the button-up and shows a lot more skin. LAW’s top dog throughs the tattered fabric in the hootin’ and hollering crowd causing a brawl in the first row. Danica lowers to crouch, putting more weight through her foot onto Crofton’s kitty, making the near-forgotten blonde squirm and squeal like a fox caught in a trap.
“WAaugh!!”
“With you in a sec, honey,” Danica says warmly with a wink, further confusing Crofton. She grabs her waistband and the briefest flick tears her pants off and soaring into the air like it was shot out of a cannon, it lands in the fourth row and becomes the rope in a tug of war between a housewife and a male bodybuilder. Danica now wears a matching white bikini bottom that’s not quite a thong, but more thong than not.
“Alright, now that I’m in something more comfortable,” Danica shimmies her shoulders to set her rack a-wobble and the FAWNatics whistling, “We can continue.”
She takes her foot off the gas pedal letting Heather breathe a sigh of relief, that turns into a wail when Danica pulls The Yellow Rose up by her flaxen roots. Danica drags Heather along a side of the ring with two fistfuls of her long locks and whips her head back and forth a little when they get in the shadow of the buckles- Heather swings themselves around and bodies Dadal into the corner. Crofton shoots her arms up between The Pitbull’s and wrenches them down to their sides, sacrificing some strands of hair for freedom.
Heather rears back and gives Danica a receipt Headbutt, it’s not as effective as the one she received and it’s none too pleasant for Heather, but’s enough to stun torturous tease so the Texan can trap her arms behind the top rope.
Heather growls in a way that’s cuter than the threatening manner she wanted, like a puppy playing with a new toy, “You’re going to regret ‘getting comfortable’ when you’re facing me!”
She raises her palms high to the sky and whips them down, CRRRACKing Danica’s ginormous juggs with a Double Overhand Chop!
LOVE TAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAY_pZ--E4
A shudder runs through Danica’s body and she falls to her knees, cradling her abused bounty and emitting a scream only dogs can hear, if she opened up her arms, Danica would see a pair of welts on her tits in the shape of perfect handprints. Heather bends over and circles her arms around Dadal’s middle in a Gutwrench and carries her sister blonde into the deep end, Danica’s newly bared apple-shaped ass being shown off to the ticket buyers is a sure sign the match is turning in Miss Mustang’s favour.
“Yeeeaahh!!”
Heather screams out to her fans as she whips herself back, turning Danica inside out and planting her into the mat with a Suplex. The LAW import bounces onto her side with teeth gritted in pain while Heather Kips up with a yell and throws high them Hook ‘em Horns. Danica labours to hands and knees, her chest still stinging from before and groans, “Well I’m glad to see you’re ready to wrestle. Where’s this girl been? HuhAGH!”
Heather raises a leg over the penitent Pitbull and drops her hips on the middle of Danica’s spine, and flattens the dog like roadkill. Heather reaches down and collects Danica’s eyes securing them under each armpit, “I’ve been here the whole time, rude girl. Time to say hello.” She rises to a crouch and leans back, slowly bending the impossibly endowed sprite into a C shape.
Boston crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay-WZ2FHO5M
“RRrrrrrGHHH!!”
Danica bares her teeth like an enraged animal and keeps her jaws shut, doesn’t want to give this Sanders knock-off the satisfaction of screaming so she ends up sounding like a midrange lawnmower. Heather enjoys the carefree facade finally breaking but it’s not a submission; she drops her patootie on Danica’s lower back one, two, three times before leaning back so fair her hair trails into Danica’s making them a misshapen O.
“Come on! Tap already, I hear The Northern Coalition’s in back giving out cold beers called Pupper’s, sound like your kind of thing.”
Dadal breathes heavily through her nose and forces a push-up, “I’m actually more a fruity drink kind of gal, a nickname isn’t a gimmick, you- hey!”
Feeling a rope break on the way, Heather shifts tactics and de-straddles Danica but keeps her short but shapely stems locked in as she stands and turns Danica onto her shoulders. Heather falls back hurling Daddy Dadal up and over with a Catapault and giving her a messy faceplant-No! Danica shows some Lightweight athleticism and rolls with the landing. Danica speeds toward the ropes while Crofton gets up and ready, planting her feet in a wide stance with a Belly to Belly in mind for Danica’s return trip.
The dame with the Triple Ds comes bouncing back as planned, but when Crofton goes to intercept Danica shows more of that Lightweight magic and trips The Yellow Rose up with a flying Bodyscissors! Heather’s thrown for a loop and into a matchbook; Danica slips the pit of her right knee behind Heather’s head whiles stealing and twisting the Texan’s right hand with an Armbar. The surprisingly technical berserker rolls to the side putting Heather on a knee with her body lurching down to the canvas, painfully contorted around a perky Polish Pitbull.
BEARTRAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ2wqBTKHtw
“AAiee!!”
“Who’s your Daddy now?!”
Heather shrieks in agony as the Trap sprung by Danica tortures her in multiple dimensions and directions. The silenced crowd watches as it seems only a matter of time before Crofton surrenders to the ingenious submission.
The official drops to a knee in front of the yelping Texan, asking Heather if she wants to give, but howls are the only reply.
“Tell him,” Dadal insists. “Tell him or tap and this can all go away.”
Instead, the Lone Star Girl manages to lean into her trapped side, pushing Danica’s shoulders to the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Pitbull releases her grip in order to escape the pinfall.
Arm loose and head free, an aching Heather rolls to relative safety a few steps away, working at her neck, face pinched in pain. She reaches one knee as the former squire reaches her feet.
Danica walks to her foe, reaching for Heather’s noggin, when Crofton explodes upward into a forearm smash to Dadal’s chin, staggering the curvy blonde. Danica fires back but the Yellow Rose blocks and sends another crashing into Danica’s jaw, this one dropping the Polish Pitbull to a knee.
Now it’s Crofton reaching for Danica’s head when Dadal offers a very different response, swinging an uppercut forearm between Heather’s legs, NAILING Miss Mustang with a low blow.
Heather rises to tiptoes, her face clenching in anguish from the crotch shot. As Danica removes the offending arm, a smile on her face, Crofton’s hands shift between her thighs. Eyes rolling white, Heather collapses to her side and turtles into a fetal ball.
Danica snatches Heather’s ankles and drags her to the nearest corner, leaning the head of the otherwise frozen Crofton against the bottom buckle. The Pitbull lands a knee to Heather’s left temple to make certain she’s not going anywhere anytime soon then spreads the abbreviated stems of the Yellow Rose.
The crowd boos lustily as a pleased Pitbull sashays to the corner down the length of the ring and ascends, turning to face Heather so far away. If the FAWNatics hadn’t seen Dadal manage it before, they might not have believed it possible, but indeed Danica springs off the top, flying coast to coast dropping a leg between Heather’s, BLASTING Crofton’s kitty with incredible force.
Coast to Coast ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pHUOthClDQ )
The crowd groans with sympathy on impact of Danica’s ‘I’m Your Daddy’ signature, some reflexively protecting their own nether region as they watch a sobbing Heather flop like a fish out of water, hands again buried between her thighs. Whether through luck or savvy, Crofton spasms her way under the ropes and flops to the floor, preventing an immediate pinfall attempt from Dadal.
Still, Danica’s clearly feeling pleased with herself, routing Crofton from the ring and showing she’s willing to do whatever it takes to win.
After a half-dozen seconds of little to no movement from her whimpering adversary and a slow count from the official, the man apparently showing Heather sympathy from the way she’d been sent outside, Danica decides it’s time bring the Texan back in to finish the job.
Dadal slips through the ropes and drops her boot soles to the thinly-padded cement. She hovers over Heather and her tear-streaked face, showing Crofton off like a game hunter’s prize. The fans are not as amused, jeering Dadal for her heartless actions.
She shrugs them off and takes possession of Crofton by the scruff of the neck, lifting Heather and leaning the bent blonde against the apron’s edge then lighting up her foe’s chest with an echoing backhand chop that draws the requisite ‘WOOO’ from the crowd. Crofton’s leaning back from the force of the impact, her back arching over the edge of mat.
As it is, Danica hops to the apron and drops her ass atop the wide-eyed face of her foe, sitting on the mug of the squirming, flailing Lone Star Girl, the enmity of the crowd growing.
Previously lenient in his count, the official begins accumulating in earnest as Danica’s sensual smother takes its toll.
Avoiding disqualification, Danica dismounts and hops through the ropes. She snatches a flaccid, greasy-faced Heather by her golden locks and guides her back into the field of play where she tugs Crofton to her feet.
Positioning behind Miss Mustang, Danica wraps one around Heather’s neck and splits her legs from behind with the other, vaulting Crofton across her shoulders in preparation for a Burning Hammer.
Burning Hammer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppSMHsGyOTU&t=38s ) :54
But before she can send Heather flipping and plummeting to defeat, the Yellow Rose digs deep, thrusting pointed elbows into the side of Dadal’s skull, one after another, until Heather drops to her boot leather behind the staggered blonde.
Crofton’s hands squeeze into Danica’s trapezius and she lifts her knees into a tuck, the bony joints pressed to Dadal’s shoulderblades. The Texan rips Danica off her feet, rocking the former squire with a nasty backstabber.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEnGlwvF7gc ) :48
Danica ends in a wincing heap next to Heather, but Crofton is slow to capitalize on the change of fortunes, recovering from the lengthy abuse meted out by the Polish Pitbull.
As the referee starts a count on both women, it becomes a race to vertical between the curvy Danica and the sleek, athletic Heather. Most of the FAWNatics pour their support to the Yellow Rose and it seems to pay off with Crofton reaching her feet a tick before her foe.
She lunges toward the risen Dadal and SNAPS her foe’s head back with a textbook European Uppercut.
With Danica momentarily stunned, Heather pulls her foe tight to her chest, hers being immediately overwhelmed by Dadal’s. But the hug isn’t made for comparison, as Heather shows by lifting Danica off the deck and sending her flipping overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex that delivers Dadal to a spine-thumping, ring-rattling collision with the canvas.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ ) :03
Showing her toughness, the Pitbull rolls through the impact. Using the momentum to push to her feet, Danica ends leaning against the ropes, arms flung over the top cable. A reenergized Lone Star Girl races to her foe and THUMPS Danica’s abundant chest with a dropkick that sends Dadal backflipping over the strands, briefly landing on the apron before tumbling to the floor.
Inside, Heather kips to her feet and raises an arm high, twirling her imaginary lasso to the delight of her fans. She races to the ropes opposite Danica when Dadal begins to rise. Rebounding, she heads for her target at full speed, flying between the top and middle ropes and CRASHING into a crossbody splash of the curvy Pitbull, splattering Danica to the concrete to the roar of the crowd.
Heather pushes to her feet, shouting and pumping her fist at the fervent FAWNatics.
“Back in,” Crofton demands, grabbing Danica by her flaxen mane, pulling the Pitbull to her feet and stuffing her back in the squared circle before rejoining her.
Crofton sees Danica beginning to stand up with more focus than she’d like, so she leaps into the bottom rope and springs into an elevated Elbow Drop. Crofton's boney dagger strikes Dadal below under a shoulder blade to bring the demoralized Daddy back down to the canvas with a sharp cry.
Miss Mustang is running wild right now, but she knows this isn't enough to put the LAW star down. Forgoing a cover, Heather pushes off a sore Danica to her feet and glances at the top buckle of the nearest corner and gets an idea. She bends over and uncharacteristically swats Danica across the bum, "Buck up, DeeDee. You're not winning tonight, but when I get the IC title I'll give you a chance at it."
Danica glares ahead and growls like Pitbull moniker she has, "You're going to regret that, little girl." She threatens, completely ignoring that they’ve very similar sizes, aside from their busts. Danica labours to her feet and turns around with fists balled, "I'm going to send you back to Texas in an urnAAh!!"
The former LAW tag team champion finds the young FAWN star soaring toward her like a bird of prey with an arm outstretched, Heather's bicep bashes against Danica's elfin face with the force of a Destroyer!
Diving Clothesline (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guvrDluhoXI)
Heather lands on all fours while the dazed Danica is turned inside out and thumps onto the canvas with glazed-over eyes. The Yellow Rose can taste victory on her tongue as she quickly crawls over and covers Danica in a Lateral Press, making sure to pull in the far leg deep to keep her secure for the count.
ONE….
TWO….
Danica escapes!
Defying defeat, Danica gets a hand under Heather’s chin and shoves her off before a count of three, the formerly straightlaced now sexy star rolls away and tries to get vertical but Heather’s like a dog with a bone and refuses to let Danica breathe. The Texan shoots toward Dadal out of a runner’s crouch and pastes her in the cheek with a forearm, battering the more endowed blonde onto her side.
Crofton quickly stands behind her opponent and heaves Dadal to a seat, “I have to thank you for the match, we might steal the limelight this PPV.” She goes to a knee and works her arms under Dadal’s and laces her fingers behind the former Squire’s neck in a Full Nelson, “Still going to beat you though, don’t want any confusion about that!”
Danica hisses in pain and anger when her chin is forced into her cleavage; she flails her finger and kicks out her legs, that’s pretty much all Danica can do from sitting on the mat. The nearby official checks if Danica wants to call it a night, and the suffering ex-squire dismissively waves him off, “You see her arms? She doesn’t got the goods to submit me with this.”
Heather's face scrunches adorably in irritation, “Oh yeah?” she violently wrenches Danica side to side in the Full Nelson, both of their blonde manes whip back and forth and catch the light. After six hard twists, Heather stops and bears down with as much power as her moderate guns can muster. LAW’s Top Dog gives a whine but not the ‘I quit’ The Lone Star Girl was hoping for, she does get a boatload of whistles from the FAWNatics; their thrashings caused Dadal’s top to become askew now her left breast has slipped free of its cup, the nipple hardening in the cool stadium air. Heather raises a much more pliable Danica to boot leather with the hold, “Alright. Let’s try something else, then.”
Heather disengages the Full Nelson and shifts in front of Danica, reaching behind her to take the more bosomy blonde in a Three-Quarters Facelock, “Let’s see if you’re agreeable after a serving of Texas Toast.”
Texas Toast (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfF1twxdnFI)
Heather bursts forward to the nearest corner with Danica in tow, her nimble boots run up the turnbuckles and her momentum carries her into the air. Just when the Texan hits the apex of her arc Danica tenses up and holds Heather in the air like they’re doing a gymnastics routine. Heather frantically kicks her feet to restart the backflip but it’s too late; Danica pulls Crofton back to terra firma and sends a shot of lightning up her spine with an Atomic Drop.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
Crofton bounces off Dadal’s knee onto unsteady legs with a wail and watering eyes, her hands flash to her hopefully not damaged derriere and tries to tenderly massage the ache away. That leaves her head free for Danica to grab from behind with both hands and bwung! Crofton face-first into the top buckle. The Texan crumples to the canvas in a heap, Heather leans one cheek against the bottom buckle and takes shuddering breaths as she tries to think through the agony. Danica stands above her looking far more composed and very intense, her green eyes shine with competitive anger as she works a thumb under a bikini cup and finally sheath the boulder back in its holster, “No more playing nice. I’m putting you out now, be happy if I choose not to strip you after.”
Danica sprints to the farthest corner from the vulnerable Lone Star, slaps the top buckle and comes roaring back, her fearsome frontage swaying with each step. A few feet out she leaps at Crofton ready to impale the waif with her bent knees.
RUNNING METERORA
youtu.be/rG_B9muPMIY?t=147
BWUNG!
“AAAIEEE!!”
A pitiful cry fills the air, but it’s not Heather’s! Showing a sense of timing beyond her experience, Heather throws herself clear of the Polish missile letting Danica crash knees first into the padded steel. The Pitbull turns into a fish on dry land, flopping and rolling around, hugging her knees and praying something wasn’t knocked loose. Danica finally slows to a stop, forehead pressed to the mat so the camera doesn’t catch her tears. The worried referee immediately checks on her, “Do you need me to get the medical team?”
Danica aggressively shakes her head no, “NO! No I’m good.” She gingerly stretches out her legs behind her, pumping them to show a full range of motion, “Nothing broken… I can still goAAAH!!!”
The heels of Heather’s boots stomp on the back of Danica’s thighs, making firecrackers go off under her skin ad sending the formerly confident brawler into hysterics. Danica claws at the mat, unsuccessfully trying to get away as Heather moves with a viper’s speed; Miss Mustang takes Dadal’s ankles and hooks them around her shins, then grabs Danica by the biceps. Heather hops in place torturing the LAW wrestler’s lower limbs and making Danica let out a pitiful sob.
“Let’s see if you submit to this!”
Heather throws herself into a forward roll that scraps Danica’s face, breasts and belly against the coarse canvas before she’s thrust up and held in the air with a Rolling Romero Special!
Cowboy Clutch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvKlpBc28BA)
“AAAAH! AIE!! AIEEE!!!”
Danica is shrieking like a Scream Queen in a horror film! maybe earlier in the match she could have endured or found a way out but after that harsh crash into the turnbuckles, Danica feels like her legs are about to be torn in half. Heather’s yelling for the official to ask the big question when Danica gives the answer ahead of time, “IGIVEIGIVEIGIVELETGOO!!!”
The zebra waves for the bell and it rings out, proclaiming Heather’s victory to all. The triumphant Lone Star Girl immediately kicks Danica free, letting the Polish Pitbull cry and lick her wounds by the ropes. Heather stands up to a loud, long cheer from the FAWNatics, applauding the Texan for a great match and the shocking new move in her repertoire. Heather beams a big smile as her hand is raised and lifts a Hook ‘em Horns with her paw to the audience.
“If y’all thought that was cool, wait till you see what I do next!”
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0hyYWKXF0Q )
From stage right, the flaxen-haired fighter who’s made recent waves, particularly with a statement-making win over future Hall of Famer Cynthia Mitchell, cheerily moves to center stage. What she lacks in experience, the fresh-faced grappler has with the energy of youth and a sweet disposition to which members of the audience are drawn.
HEATHER CROFTON
Heather’s excitement over a shot at two Pay-Per-Views consecutively is palpable, the moniker of breakthrough being tossed in her direction providing her extra vivacity. The babyface blonde struts in time with the catchy ditty.
She spins through a pirouette and vogues for the delighted devotees, a vision in yellow.
The two-piece gear includes spandex boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts includes a window of criss-crossed strips. The outfit is completed with white pads and boots.
( i.imgur.com/4SRiQzy.jpg ) (without the snorkel gear and in yellow)
The rookie offers a brawny double-bicep pose but with a smirking hint of understanding her guns are small caliber. She prances down the aisle, bouncing from side to side, slapping hands, joyous with a further opportunity to show the fans what she can do.
In the last several strides, the Texan takes off in a sprint, sliding in under the bottom rope on her palms and chest. She pushes to her feet and waggles through several exuberant, hip-swiveling spins as her music slowly fades.
The Lone Star Girl backpedals to her corner as the ring announcer takes the opportunity to provide her introduction.
“Tonight’s next match is one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Fighting out of Grapevine, Texas. Standing 5’4” and weighing in at 122 pounds…Miss Mustang…Heather Crofton!”
The bubbly blonde leaps into the air, dropping into a set of splits. She pumps her first at the crowd, drawing an ovation that grows when she shifts to a tiny ball, kips to her feet, and climbs to the middle ropes of her corner, shouting “Whaddya say, y’all?!”
The throng responds with a feisty endorsement until all eyes turn to the stage above, expectations high to see Miss Mustang’s foe.
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iqcv00Eb8Gc
A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers and the crowd gets on its feet! It’s time for LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards to make her appearance.
“From Phoenix, Arizona by way of Atascadero … Standing at five feet, three inches… weighing in at one hundred and twenty-three pounds… No longer a Squire, she is The Polish Pitbull, The Beautiful Berserker, DANICA DADAL!!”
DANICA DADAL
Stepping through the curtains is the last kind of person you’d think to associate with this kind of music, with a toothy grin on her face is the once sweet and supportive Squire to the virtuous Victoria Hackenschmidt’s Knight. Danica has embraced her inner wild child and threw away her mental hang-ups to become a two-fisted tornado that beats down anything that moves friend or foe. The pro wrestling community has taken this new “No Holds Barred” Danica, partially due to the Polish Pitbull’s finally leaning into her jaw-dropping sexuality. The honey blonde breaks into a full smile at the uproarious reaction to her presence. Poking the tip of her tongue out between her rows of teeth; Dadal spreads her arms wide and did a little twirl like she was trying on a new dress for prom. She points a finger at a nearby camera and talks through the lens like she’s speaking to a friend at the club, “Here’s where the show REALLY starts! I haven’t been in the business much longer than this Texan, but I know more than enough to make her my chew toy!”
Danica saunters down the ramp with a bit of a light-hearted swagger in her step. The sassy stride gives her bra busters an enticing wobble as she reaches out to slap the hands of fans. She wears white boots and white pants that shine under the lights, the hemline starting just above the curve of her peach-shaped ass. Along each leg were silver buttons that travel down the mid-calf where the pants bell-bottomed out over her white boots. Her long, honey-blond hair is worn in a loose ponytail via silver scrunchy. Her sleeveless blouse is tucked neatly into her pants, and the line of silver buttons on the white shirt is visibly straining to keep Danica’s mountainous mammaries hidden from the lustful eyes of the audience.
Danica flips off one of her few hecklers in the stands and focuses on the fight at hand; she climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and sets up shop in a corner. Danica warms up by hopping from foot to foot, sending her much salivated-over breasts into distracting jiggles, she calls across the ring to Crofton, who has a bit of trouble maintaining eye contact. Her tone is friendly, but her words are threatening, “No need to sneak peeks. You’re going to get a much closer look soon, honey!”
Heather shakily laughs off the threat, confused by the LAW wrestler’s contrasting traits and slightly embarrassed by being caught staring at the Packsaddles the sister blonde is carrying around.
“Haha, yeah…. We’ll see about that!”
The lightweights clear the official’s inspection and the bell is rung! Danica and Heather dash out of their corners and inch toward each other as they circle the ring in contracting spirals. As soon as they’re near enough, Danica halts and offers a handshake to The Lone Star Girl, “Let’s have some fun.”
Heather stops and glances at the hand with suspicion while the crowd explodes with warnings and cheers. FAWNatics remember with clarity Danica’s showstopper eggnog match where she offered Camile Cosworth a series of handshakes just to betray her each time and in Heather’s last match, she accepted a hand from Cynthia Mitchell only to get her eyes poked and beaten into the buckles. Sportsmanship comes at a real risk in Orlando… but it’s a risk she’s willing to take. Heather takes Danica’s hand and gives it two strong pumps to a small pop from the audience, “For dang sure, we’ll-woop!”
Danica pulls Heather into a one-armed hug and her Polish puppies flatten the Texan’s taataas with such ease Heather flashes back to her awkward high school years. Danica jaws into Crofton’s ear she grinds in her boobular dominance, “Let me give you some unsolicited advice; you’re never caught off guard if you know you can handle anything and everything.”
Dadal releases a slightly flustered Crofton and the Texan readjusts her top. She must be one of those physically affectionate types, Crofton thinks, and that advice is pretty solid.
Heather nods to her opponent, “That’s pretty smart, thanks for the tip.”
Danica nods back, ”No problem.” And Headbutts Heather out of nowhere!
“AaAH!”
Miss Mustang staggers to a knee and clumsily stands back up, seeing stars and church bells echoing in her skull. Danica grabs Heather by the golden locks and pulls her into a Standing Headscissors. She shrugs at the large portion of the audience booing her actions, “What? I broke cleanly, it’s all on the up and up.” With a strength betraying her diminutive size, Dadal hoists her bell rung rival onto her shoulders, then throws herself onto her knees, slamming Heather onto the mat so hard the cheap seats hear the echo.
youtu.be/5AioiAoB-nM?t=88
Heather feels her spirit and her breath leave her body when she hits the canvas, she wheezes like air leaving a cushion when Danica folds her body up so The Polish Pitbull can sit on Heather’s thighs while stacking her on her shoulders. Danica winks to that camera as the referee counts.
ONE!
TWO!!
Heather bucks like a wild horse to break the pin, she ends up lying on her side while Danica stumbles a few feet away. Danica looks at the ref who assures her it’s only a two count. She breathes through her nose and tilts her head in a ‘Well, what’re you gonna do?’ manner and accepts the situation. Danica walks over to Heather who’s just starting to get to all fours.
“Hope you don’t think this personal,” Danica grunts as she stomps heavily on Heather’s back, making the young lioness kiss the mat. Danica starts making Texas wine; she’s really getting those knees high as she stomps a mudhole in Heather’s body.
”I’m on a bit of a winning streak, and if I get one more W I get a shot at my bestie Victoria’s IC title.”
If Heather has an opinion on what Dadal’s saying she doesn’t get the time to answer. She’s flipped onto her back with a boot and left to stare at the bright house lights, Heather starts to slowly rise to a seat when Danica comes running, flips forward in the air and squashes Heather with a Somersault Senton.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aVtxY6l0gs
Danica rolls off Crofton onto her perky buns letting the bug-eyed Texan jerk up, holding her middle in a silent scream, Danica grabs onto a shoulder and pulls her flat once again before climbing on top of her with a Back Press cover.
ONE!
TW-!
Heather gets a shoulder up! Danica doesn’t waste time arguing with the ref and gets to work, muscling the beleaguered blonde onto her feet and sending her into a corner with an Irish Whip.
Crofton involuntarily races across the canvas, spinning into a collision with the buckles, her body rocked from the impact. Wincing as she melts into the buckles, the Yellow Rose is instantly re-introduced to Danica’s top-heavy weaponry, Dadal’s rack SMACKING into the wide-eyed, fresh-faced Texan courtesy a corner splash.
The Polish Pitbull bounces off the crumpled Heather. Grabbing her foe by the scruff, dadal surges toward the center and tosses a reeling Miss Mustang halfway across the ring with a Biel Toss that has a flipping Heather touching the upper atmosphere.
Biel Toss ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxBeGz_pJ6E )
Crofton lands hard on her spine, the momentum of the heave sending her rolling up to her feet as she then staggers in a backpedal to the corner opposite from where she started, arms wrapped around her throbbing braincase.
The Beautiful Berserker keeps the pressure squarely on the tottering Texan, again charging, leaping into the Orlando night, and AGAIN CRUSHING Heather under a second corner splash in a matter of seconds. This time the domineering blonde remains tight to her sagging foe after force-feeding her gurls into the features of the Lone Star Girl.
Danica takes a step back, pivots and raises her right leg, stuffing the sole of her boot under Heather’s chin. Using the top rope to one side for leverage, she closes the windpipe of the bug-eyed Crofton, Heather desperately pushing at an ankle as the referee calls Danica on the choke. Dadal lowers her leg at ‘FOUR’, holding her hands high in mock innocence.
“I’m doing her a favor, ref,” the Pitbull insists. “This girl has to get toughened up or she’ll never last.”
As if to prove it, and before Heather can escape the corner, Dadal lays into her fellow blonde with a series of forearm smashes, the Berserker administering a half-dozen before another count backs her off for a second at most.
Quickly the curvy LAW star is back in Heather’s business, shoving her out of the tight confines, Crofton stumbling toward the center, regaining her balance and turning to find Dadal. The Polish Pitbull’s made her way to the middle ropes, waiting for her prey to set herself on a platter and when the Yellow Rose heads in her direction, she launches with a meteora in mind.
Heather’s baby blues go wide once more as she tries to catch Danica instead of diving out of the way, a rookie mistake. There’s no stopping Danica’s momentum with Crofton’s size and Dadal rides the Lone Star Girl to the deck, THUMPING the back of Crofton’s head into the canvas.
Meteora ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0KjKS8AROI )
Reaching her arms back to snatch Miss Mustang’s legs behind the knees, the curvy blonde has a ready-made, jackknife cradle pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
Heather heaves her foe off over the top, sending Danica sprawling but unhurt. Dadal scrambles to her feet far quicker than her foe, the Polish Pitbull’s early onslaught leaving it difficult for Crofton to push past hands and knees. There she huffs in deep breaths as Danica approaches then punts Crofton’s right set of ribs, sending the babyfaced blonde barrel-rolling under the ropes, perhaps presenting Heather with a chance to reset, even as she splatters with a meaty THWACK to the thinly-padded cement below.
“The kid’s running,” shouts Danica as she moves to the ropes nearest her adversary, hovering over the overwhelmed Heather. “Best idea she’s had all night.”
As the Lone Star Girl slowly pushes to her feet, Danica spins and takes off for the ropes behind her. She rebounds at full speed, her curvy frame a-jiggle and threatening to be sent between the top and middle cables in a Suicide Dive.
Crofton, catching a glimpse late, cowers from the charging Dadal before Danica pulls up short and instead spreads middle and upper rope wide, inviting a sheepish Heather back in.
An embarrassed Crofton draws a forearm across her nose, her baby blues squinting in frustration at having made to look a chump.
The ref moves Danica back, Dadal allowing her plaything room enough to rejoin her to continue the assault. Crofton slips back in under the bottom rope, hopping to her feet, arms raised in front of her, ready to start anew.
The Beautiful Berserker raises her guns likewise, reaching them toward Crofton, playing like she’s ready for a collar-and-elbow tie-up when Danica pivots and drives a knee DEEP into Heather’s navel, doubling the Texan over, Heather gurgling, the crowd groaning in exasperation at Crofton’s inability to get anything going for which the FAWNatics can cheer.
Danica bullies Heather deep into the ropes and heaves her across with another Irish Whip, Dadal travelling behind and setting up center stage for the returning Crofton. She readies a shoulderblock for the approaching Miss Mustang but Heather baseball slides between Danica’s legs.
Dadal quickly spins to keep Crofton in her sights, but as she does, Heather cleverly twists her legs with Danica’s and trips the Polish Pitbull to the canvas with a modified drop toe hold, Dadal’s chin THUMPING against the canvas.
A grimacing Danica rolls her tongue over her chiclets for a speedy teeth-check then pushes to all fours, steaming from giving Heather her first advantage. As Dadal’s reaches her haunches, her head’s on a swivel trying to find the Yellow Rose. Find her she does as Heather’s rebounded out of the ropes and leaps into a knee lift between the eyes of the former Squire, laying out the pneumatic blonde in a dazed starfish.
Dadal gazes vacantly into the rafters as the crowd finally gets to cheer their girl on, Crofton standing at Danica’s side in a flash, her back to the floored Dadal. The Texan waves cheerily to the enthralled crowd then shows off her athleticism, leaping through a standing moonsault, ending in a CRUSHING crossbody landing of Danica’s tanned tummy.
Standing Moonsault ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s-2FiiVYXM )
Heather hooks a raised leg of a jackknifing Pitbull and holds on for the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOO!
The Beautiful Berserker throws off the Lone Star Girl, Heather heaved to a kneeling position, Crofton showing a hint of worry from the strength remaining in the Pitbull.
Still, it isn’t enough to slow the racing mind of the youngster nor her lithe body. Heather hops to her feet, grabs Danica’s noggin in a two-handed grip and pulls the bountiful blonde to a standing but stooped position, thrusting Danica’s braincase between her ivory thighs and clamping down with a standing head scissors.
Heather hooks her ankles and brings as much vice-like power she can manage out of her relatively abbreviated stems. It’s enough to turn Danica’s face rosy from the pressure. But the Pitbull wraps her arms around the lower limbs of the Yellow Rose and lifts, crunching her abs from bent at the waist to fully vertical, Heather HIGH over the canvas before the Berserker shifts the raised Lone Star Girl’s legs in front of her head and swings Heather forward, POWERBOMBING her foe hard enough to make a Crofton-shaped divot in the deck.
Powerbomb ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9dSt0geulc ) @ :00
The ring floor spits back Heather a foot in the air before her body splats back on the rough canvas covering the plywood in a sweaty heap, her comparably modest hills heaving with each breath. Danica stands above the young baby, more glowing than sweating, and wipes some perspiration from her forward with the back of her hand. She takes a deep breath that pushes past the limits of her overstressed and undersized top and a silver button pops off Danica’s top near the uppermost swell of her breast and lands like an Olympic diver in Heather’s navel. A diamond of pillowy cleavage pushes through the gap in her shirt as Danica ungently places a boot on the fork of the Texan’s legs and applies a bit of her weight making Heather jerk to life with a small squeal.
“Holy cow, I’m killing it with the power game tonight. I know that’s not enough to put you down so stay there a sec while I go into my next gear.”
Danica slips her fingers into the near tear in her top and rips it off with practised ease, revealing a white bikini that’s made of sterner stuff than the button-up and shows a lot more skin. LAW’s top dog throughs the tattered fabric in the hootin’ and hollering crowd causing a brawl in the first row. Danica lowers to crouch, putting more weight through her foot onto Crofton’s kitty, making the near-forgotten blonde squirm and squeal like a fox caught in a trap.
“WAaugh!!”
“With you in a sec, honey,” Danica says warmly with a wink, further confusing Crofton. She grabs her waistband and the briefest flick tears her pants off and soaring into the air like it was shot out of a cannon, it lands in the fourth row and becomes the rope in a tug of war between a housewife and a male bodybuilder. Danica now wears a matching white bikini bottom that’s not quite a thong, but more thong than not.
“Alright, now that I’m in something more comfortable,” Danica shimmies her shoulders to set her rack a-wobble and the FAWNatics whistling, “We can continue.”
She takes her foot off the gas pedal letting Heather breathe a sigh of relief, that turns into a wail when Danica pulls The Yellow Rose up by her flaxen roots. Danica drags Heather along a side of the ring with two fistfuls of her long locks and whips her head back and forth a little when they get in the shadow of the buckles- Heather swings themselves around and bodies Dadal into the corner. Crofton shoots her arms up between The Pitbull’s and wrenches them down to their sides, sacrificing some strands of hair for freedom.
Heather rears back and gives Danica a receipt Headbutt, it’s not as effective as the one she received and it’s none too pleasant for Heather, but’s enough to stun torturous tease so the Texan can trap her arms behind the top rope.
Heather growls in a way that’s cuter than the threatening manner she wanted, like a puppy playing with a new toy, “You’re going to regret ‘getting comfortable’ when you’re facing me!”
She raises her palms high to the sky and whips them down, CRRRACKing Danica’s ginormous juggs with a Double Overhand Chop!
LOVE TAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCAY_pZ--E4
A shudder runs through Danica’s body and she falls to her knees, cradling her abused bounty and emitting a scream only dogs can hear, if she opened up her arms, Danica would see a pair of welts on her tits in the shape of perfect handprints. Heather bends over and circles her arms around Dadal’s middle in a Gutwrench and carries her sister blonde into the deep end, Danica’s newly bared apple-shaped ass being shown off to the ticket buyers is a sure sign the match is turning in Miss Mustang’s favour.
“Yeeeaahh!!”
Heather screams out to her fans as she whips herself back, turning Danica inside out and planting her into the mat with a Suplex. The LAW import bounces onto her side with teeth gritted in pain while Heather Kips up with a yell and throws high them Hook ‘em Horns. Danica labours to hands and knees, her chest still stinging from before and groans, “Well I’m glad to see you’re ready to wrestle. Where’s this girl been? HuhAGH!”
Heather raises a leg over the penitent Pitbull and drops her hips on the middle of Danica’s spine, and flattens the dog like roadkill. Heather reaches down and collects Danica’s eyes securing them under each armpit, “I’ve been here the whole time, rude girl. Time to say hello.” She rises to a crouch and leans back, slowly bending the impossibly endowed sprite into a C shape.
Boston crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay-WZ2FHO5M
“RRrrrrrGHHH!!”
Danica bares her teeth like an enraged animal and keeps her jaws shut, doesn’t want to give this Sanders knock-off the satisfaction of screaming so she ends up sounding like a midrange lawnmower. Heather enjoys the carefree facade finally breaking but it’s not a submission; she drops her patootie on Danica’s lower back one, two, three times before leaning back so fair her hair trails into Danica’s making them a misshapen O.
“Come on! Tap already, I hear The Northern Coalition’s in back giving out cold beers called Pupper’s, sound like your kind of thing.”
Dadal breathes heavily through her nose and forces a push-up, “I’m actually more a fruity drink kind of gal, a nickname isn’t a gimmick, you- hey!”
Feeling a rope break on the way, Heather shifts tactics and de-straddles Danica but keeps her short but shapely stems locked in as she stands and turns Danica onto her shoulders. Heather falls back hurling Daddy Dadal up and over with a Catapault and giving her a messy faceplant-No! Danica shows some Lightweight athleticism and rolls with the landing. Danica speeds toward the ropes while Crofton gets up and ready, planting her feet in a wide stance with a Belly to Belly in mind for Danica’s return trip.
The dame with the Triple Ds comes bouncing back as planned, but when Crofton goes to intercept Danica shows more of that Lightweight magic and trips The Yellow Rose up with a flying Bodyscissors! Heather’s thrown for a loop and into a matchbook; Danica slips the pit of her right knee behind Heather’s head whiles stealing and twisting the Texan’s right hand with an Armbar. The surprisingly technical berserker rolls to the side putting Heather on a knee with her body lurching down to the canvas, painfully contorted around a perky Polish Pitbull.
BEARTRAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ2wqBTKHtw
“AAiee!!”
“Who’s your Daddy now?!”
Heather shrieks in agony as the Trap sprung by Danica tortures her in multiple dimensions and directions. The silenced crowd watches as it seems only a matter of time before Crofton surrenders to the ingenious submission.
The official drops to a knee in front of the yelping Texan, asking Heather if she wants to give, but howls are the only reply.
“Tell him,” Dadal insists. “Tell him or tap and this can all go away.”
Instead, the Lone Star Girl manages to lean into her trapped side, pushing Danica’s shoulders to the mat for the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Pitbull releases her grip in order to escape the pinfall.
Arm loose and head free, an aching Heather rolls to relative safety a few steps away, working at her neck, face pinched in pain. She reaches one knee as the former squire reaches her feet.
Danica walks to her foe, reaching for Heather’s noggin, when Crofton explodes upward into a forearm smash to Dadal’s chin, staggering the curvy blonde. Danica fires back but the Yellow Rose blocks and sends another crashing into Danica’s jaw, this one dropping the Polish Pitbull to a knee.
Now it’s Crofton reaching for Danica’s head when Dadal offers a very different response, swinging an uppercut forearm between Heather’s legs, NAILING Miss Mustang with a low blow.
Heather rises to tiptoes, her face clenching in anguish from the crotch shot. As Danica removes the offending arm, a smile on her face, Crofton’s hands shift between her thighs. Eyes rolling white, Heather collapses to her side and turtles into a fetal ball.
Danica snatches Heather’s ankles and drags her to the nearest corner, leaning the head of the otherwise frozen Crofton against the bottom buckle. The Pitbull lands a knee to Heather’s left temple to make certain she’s not going anywhere anytime soon then spreads the abbreviated stems of the Yellow Rose.
The crowd boos lustily as a pleased Pitbull sashays to the corner down the length of the ring and ascends, turning to face Heather so far away. If the FAWNatics hadn’t seen Dadal manage it before, they might not have believed it possible, but indeed Danica springs off the top, flying coast to coast dropping a leg between Heather’s, BLASTING Crofton’s kitty with incredible force.
Coast to Coast ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pHUOthClDQ )
The crowd groans with sympathy on impact of Danica’s ‘I’m Your Daddy’ signature, some reflexively protecting their own nether region as they watch a sobbing Heather flop like a fish out of water, hands again buried between her thighs. Whether through luck or savvy, Crofton spasms her way under the ropes and flops to the floor, preventing an immediate pinfall attempt from Dadal.
Still, Danica’s clearly feeling pleased with herself, routing Crofton from the ring and showing she’s willing to do whatever it takes to win.
After a half-dozen seconds of little to no movement from her whimpering adversary and a slow count from the official, the man apparently showing Heather sympathy from the way she’d been sent outside, Danica decides it’s time bring the Texan back in to finish the job.
Dadal slips through the ropes and drops her boot soles to the thinly-padded cement. She hovers over Heather and her tear-streaked face, showing Crofton off like a game hunter’s prize. The fans are not as amused, jeering Dadal for her heartless actions.
She shrugs them off and takes possession of Crofton by the scruff of the neck, lifting Heather and leaning the bent blonde against the apron’s edge then lighting up her foe’s chest with an echoing backhand chop that draws the requisite ‘WOOO’ from the crowd. Crofton’s leaning back from the force of the impact, her back arching over the edge of mat.
As it is, Danica hops to the apron and drops her ass atop the wide-eyed face of her foe, sitting on the mug of the squirming, flailing Lone Star Girl, the enmity of the crowd growing.
Previously lenient in his count, the official begins accumulating in earnest as Danica’s sensual smother takes its toll.
Avoiding disqualification, Danica dismounts and hops through the ropes. She snatches a flaccid, greasy-faced Heather by her golden locks and guides her back into the field of play where she tugs Crofton to her feet.
Positioning behind Miss Mustang, Danica wraps one around Heather’s neck and splits her legs from behind with the other, vaulting Crofton across her shoulders in preparation for a Burning Hammer.
Burning Hammer ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppSMHsGyOTU&t=38s ) :54
But before she can send Heather flipping and plummeting to defeat, the Yellow Rose digs deep, thrusting pointed elbows into the side of Dadal’s skull, one after another, until Heather drops to her boot leather behind the staggered blonde.
Crofton’s hands squeeze into Danica’s trapezius and she lifts her knees into a tuck, the bony joints pressed to Dadal’s shoulderblades. The Texan rips Danica off her feet, rocking the former squire with a nasty backstabber.
Backstabber ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=pEnGlwvF7gc ) :48
Danica ends in a wincing heap next to Heather, but Crofton is slow to capitalize on the change of fortunes, recovering from the lengthy abuse meted out by the Polish Pitbull.
As the referee starts a count on both women, it becomes a race to vertical between the curvy Danica and the sleek, athletic Heather. Most of the FAWNatics pour their support to the Yellow Rose and it seems to pay off with Crofton reaching her feet a tick before her foe.
She lunges toward the risen Dadal and SNAPS her foe’s head back with a textbook European Uppercut.
With Danica momentarily stunned, Heather pulls her foe tight to her chest, hers being immediately overwhelmed by Dadal’s. But the hug isn’t made for comparison, as Heather shows by lifting Danica off the deck and sending her flipping overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex that delivers Dadal to a spine-thumping, ring-rattling collision with the canvas.
Belly-to-belly suplex ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=8HYdCwrUYXQ ) :03
Showing her toughness, the Pitbull rolls through the impact. Using the momentum to push to her feet, Danica ends leaning against the ropes, arms flung over the top cable. A reenergized Lone Star Girl races to her foe and THUMPS Danica’s abundant chest with a dropkick that sends Dadal backflipping over the strands, briefly landing on the apron before tumbling to the floor.
Inside, Heather kips to her feet and raises an arm high, twirling her imaginary lasso to the delight of her fans. She races to the ropes opposite Danica when Dadal begins to rise. Rebounding, she heads for her target at full speed, flying between the top and middle ropes and CRASHING into a crossbody splash of the curvy Pitbull, splattering Danica to the concrete to the roar of the crowd.
Heather pushes to her feet, shouting and pumping her fist at the fervent FAWNatics.
“Back in,” Crofton demands, grabbing Danica by her flaxen mane, pulling the Pitbull to her feet and stuffing her back in the squared circle before rejoining her.
Crofton sees Danica beginning to stand up with more focus than she’d like, so she leaps into the bottom rope and springs into an elevated Elbow Drop. Crofton's boney dagger strikes Dadal below under a shoulder blade to bring the demoralized Daddy back down to the canvas with a sharp cry.
Miss Mustang is running wild right now, but she knows this isn't enough to put the LAW star down. Forgoing a cover, Heather pushes off a sore Danica to her feet and glances at the top buckle of the nearest corner and gets an idea. She bends over and uncharacteristically swats Danica across the bum, "Buck up, DeeDee. You're not winning tonight, but when I get the IC title I'll give you a chance at it."
Danica glares ahead and growls like Pitbull moniker she has, "You're going to regret that, little girl." She threatens, completely ignoring that they’ve very similar sizes, aside from their busts. Danica labours to her feet and turns around with fists balled, "I'm going to send you back to Texas in an urnAAh!!"
The former LAW tag team champion finds the young FAWN star soaring toward her like a bird of prey with an arm outstretched, Heather's bicep bashes against Danica's elfin face with the force of a Destroyer!
Diving Clothesline (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guvrDluhoXI)
Heather lands on all fours while the dazed Danica is turned inside out and thumps onto the canvas with glazed-over eyes. The Yellow Rose can taste victory on her tongue as she quickly crawls over and covers Danica in a Lateral Press, making sure to pull in the far leg deep to keep her secure for the count.
ONE….
TWO….
Danica escapes!
Defying defeat, Danica gets a hand under Heather’s chin and shoves her off before a count of three, the formerly straightlaced now sexy star rolls away and tries to get vertical but Heather’s like a dog with a bone and refuses to let Danica breathe. The Texan shoots toward Dadal out of a runner’s crouch and pastes her in the cheek with a forearm, battering the more endowed blonde onto her side.
Crofton quickly stands behind her opponent and heaves Dadal to a seat, “I have to thank you for the match, we might steal the limelight this PPV.” She goes to a knee and works her arms under Dadal’s and laces her fingers behind the former Squire’s neck in a Full Nelson, “Still going to beat you though, don’t want any confusion about that!”
Danica hisses in pain and anger when her chin is forced into her cleavage; she flails her finger and kicks out her legs, that’s pretty much all Danica can do from sitting on the mat. The nearby official checks if Danica wants to call it a night, and the suffering ex-squire dismissively waves him off, “You see her arms? She doesn’t got the goods to submit me with this.”
Heather's face scrunches adorably in irritation, “Oh yeah?” she violently wrenches Danica side to side in the Full Nelson, both of their blonde manes whip back and forth and catch the light. After six hard twists, Heather stops and bears down with as much power as her moderate guns can muster. LAW’s Top Dog gives a whine but not the ‘I quit’ The Lone Star Girl was hoping for, she does get a boatload of whistles from the FAWNatics; their thrashings caused Dadal’s top to become askew now her left breast has slipped free of its cup, the nipple hardening in the cool stadium air. Heather raises a much more pliable Danica to boot leather with the hold, “Alright. Let’s try something else, then.”
Heather disengages the Full Nelson and shifts in front of Danica, reaching behind her to take the more bosomy blonde in a Three-Quarters Facelock, “Let’s see if you’re agreeable after a serving of Texas Toast.”
Texas Toast (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XfF1twxdnFI)
Heather bursts forward to the nearest corner with Danica in tow, her nimble boots run up the turnbuckles and her momentum carries her into the air. Just when the Texan hits the apex of her arc Danica tenses up and holds Heather in the air like they’re doing a gymnastics routine. Heather frantically kicks her feet to restart the backflip but it’s too late; Danica pulls Crofton back to terra firma and sends a shot of lightning up her spine with an Atomic Drop.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=930iQyPAzXI
Crofton bounces off Dadal’s knee onto unsteady legs with a wail and watering eyes, her hands flash to her hopefully not damaged derriere and tries to tenderly massage the ache away. That leaves her head free for Danica to grab from behind with both hands and bwung! Crofton face-first into the top buckle. The Texan crumples to the canvas in a heap, Heather leans one cheek against the bottom buckle and takes shuddering breaths as she tries to think through the agony. Danica stands above her looking far more composed and very intense, her green eyes shine with competitive anger as she works a thumb under a bikini cup and finally sheath the boulder back in its holster, “No more playing nice. I’m putting you out now, be happy if I choose not to strip you after.”
Danica sprints to the farthest corner from the vulnerable Lone Star, slaps the top buckle and comes roaring back, her fearsome frontage swaying with each step. A few feet out she leaps at Crofton ready to impale the waif with her bent knees.
RUNNING METERORA
youtu.be/rG_B9muPMIY?t=147
BWUNG!
“AAAIEEE!!”
A pitiful cry fills the air, but it’s not Heather’s! Showing a sense of timing beyond her experience, Heather throws herself clear of the Polish missile letting Danica crash knees first into the padded steel. The Pitbull turns into a fish on dry land, flopping and rolling around, hugging her knees and praying something wasn’t knocked loose. Danica finally slows to a stop, forehead pressed to the mat so the camera doesn’t catch her tears. The worried referee immediately checks on her, “Do you need me to get the medical team?”
Danica aggressively shakes her head no, “NO! No I’m good.” She gingerly stretches out her legs behind her, pumping them to show a full range of motion, “Nothing broken… I can still goAAAH!!!”
The heels of Heather’s boots stomp on the back of Danica’s thighs, making firecrackers go off under her skin ad sending the formerly confident brawler into hysterics. Danica claws at the mat, unsuccessfully trying to get away as Heather moves with a viper’s speed; Miss Mustang takes Dadal’s ankles and hooks them around her shins, then grabs Danica by the biceps. Heather hops in place torturing the LAW wrestler’s lower limbs and making Danica let out a pitiful sob.
“Let’s see if you submit to this!”
Heather throws herself into a forward roll that scraps Danica’s face, breasts and belly against the coarse canvas before she’s thrust up and held in the air with a Rolling Romero Special!
Cowboy Clutch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvKlpBc28BA)
“AAAAH! AIE!! AIEEE!!!”
Danica is shrieking like a Scream Queen in a horror film! maybe earlier in the match she could have endured or found a way out but after that harsh crash into the turnbuckles, Danica feels like her legs are about to be torn in half. Heather’s yelling for the official to ask the big question when Danica gives the answer ahead of time, “IGIVEIGIVEIGIVELETGOO!!!”
The zebra waves for the bell and it rings out, proclaiming Heather’s victory to all. The triumphant Lone Star Girl immediately kicks Danica free, letting the Polish Pitbull cry and lick her wounds by the ropes. Heather stands up to a loud, long cheer from the FAWNatics, applauding the Texan for a great match and the shocking new move in her repertoire. Heather beams a big smile as her hand is raised and lifts a Hook ‘em Horns with her paw to the audience.
“If y’all thought that was cool, wait till you see what I do next!”