Post by hawkeye on Jul 7, 2022 2:52:19 GMT
The FAWNatics are atwitter about the imminent match-up. The beautiful, bosomy, blonde Danica Dadal is making another journey from Phoenix-based promotion LAW to Orlando to compete in the world-famous FAWN arena.
Scuttlebutt is the Polish Pitbull is facing off against a debuting talent just like last month at Mayhem. It’s a safe bet Danica’s hoping for a different result. She needs another win and needs it soon if she wants that Intercontinental title shot against her former teacher and ex-tag partner Victoria Hackenschmidt.
Will she get that desperately needed W? Let’s find out!
UR FUCKIN HEAD SPLIT- NECRO
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A stream of violent hip-hop pours through the speakers and the crowd gets on its feet! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes 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, diminutive 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 does a little twirl like she’s 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, “Calling my shot! Doesn’t matter who I’m facing, I’m beating them and getting my chance at some gold!”
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 are 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. Her mannerisms are cheery and carefree but on the inside, she’s laser-focused trying to plan for any woman that could come down that ramp.
Danica wants a win and, more than that, needs a win.
With the FAWNatics on the edge of their seats, Shawn Mendes’ ‘There’s nothing Holdin’ Me Back’ courses through the arena speakers.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=dT2owtxkU8k )
Most of the assembled are uncertain but excited to find out what newcomer the music portends. Those familiar with the LA-centric Golden State Wrestling from where Colleen O’Neal and recent IC challenger Drusilla Foster ‘invaded’ are aware FAWN may be gaining the services of GSW’s favorite if green babiest of babyfaces.
And indeed, stepping into view on the upper stage with a shower of golden sparks behind her is the City of Angels’ cherub Heaven Hughes.
HEAVEN HUGHES
The sporty, sun-kissed blonde appears the perfect billboard for Cali. A beaming Hughes waves to the curious and captivated masses clad in a black and yellow, zippered Body Glove diving top; similarly-hued and branded boy-cut trunks; her tanned legs and feet bare.
Hughes crow hops into a trot down the ramp, bouncing back and forth to slap hands on either side of the aisle, clearly reveling in her chance to play in the big leagues like her idol and former teacher Colleen O’Neal.
The crowd seems taken with the fresh-faced new blood, the quickly converted among those assembled cheerily applauding the golden-haired grappler. Hughes energetically circles the ring, Danica staring at her joyful opponent like the woman’s lost her mind and will soon be losing body parts.
Heaven returns to the steps having glad-handed her way through most of the front row. She gallops up the steel stairs with a toothy, glittering grin. Showing an appealing vivacity, Hughes climbs the outside of the ring post and somersaults through the air, sticking a landing with arms raised high and wide.
The ring announcer raises his voice over the inquisitive ovation as the noob moves to her corner and stretches her lithe limbs.
“And her opponent…from Santa Monica, California, standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds…the Sweetest Sunshine…HEAVEN HUGHES!
In GSW, Heaven received more than her share of hell from the roster, her California sunrise up the ranks agonizingly slow, at times even struggling to retain her position with the company.
The last months on the Left Coast saw a rise to respectability but could it be maintained in the shark-infested wrestling waters of central Florida?
Dadal seems excited to help provide an answer for the FAWN rookie when the animated Hughes moves to the middle with arm extended for a handshake after the bell rings.
“Nice to meet you,” Danica takes Hughes’ hand and gives it a quick squeeze and pump,
“Sorry I gotta beat you.”
The GSW import is unfazed and all smiles when they cleanly break the clasp, and the butterflies in her stomach start to settle down. A clean break is a prelude to a clean match, that’s what her teacher’s golden rule “Not if I beat you first.”
The two back away from each other just to come together in an Elbow and Collar followed by some fast-paced, silent wrestling; Danica slips from the grapple and takes Heaven’s arm in a Wristlock. Heaven untwists her arm with a Cartwheel and slides behind Danica with a Hammerlock, but Danica powers through and reverses it making the newbie hiss.
Heaven reaches her free arm behind Danica’s head to pull it over her shoulder, sensing a Stunner coming The Polish Pitbull wrenches on the Hammerlock and bullies Heaven’s hand down before buggywhipping Heaven to the ropes. Hughes hits the cables with her back and rebounds to a bowed Dadal who sends the Californian high in the air with a Back Body Drop.
FAWNatics brace themselves for the first bump of the night but they’ll have to wait a little longer; Heaven shows some of that athleticism from her entrance by flipping forward in the air and landing on her feet with feline grace. Both blondes whirl round with fists drawn and watch each other like hawks across the expanse of the ring.
The audience gives the wrestlers a cheer for the burst of pro wrestling action. There's a small chant of "This-Is-Awesome!" Arises from the easily impressed in the crowd, until they're properly shamed out of it by the surrounding ticket buyers.
Dadal drops her readied stance and shakes out her arms like a cocky boxer, "Not bad, I guess GSW stepped their game up from being an entryway indie.”
Heaven raises an eyebrow at the smack talk and volleys some back, “Please, LAW was a glorified backyard before Hackenschmidt made it her pet project. Maybe I should be her next tag partner, if she was able to make you Phoneix’s top star, she’ll make me world champion.”
The giant German is a sensitive topic for Danica, and the thought of her tagging with a short blonde that’s not the Squire is infuriating. Danica’s elfin face contorts into a scowl and she launches herself at Hughes. She smacks the Californian Cutie’s perky chest with a Knife-edge Chop and sends the wincing Hughes away with an Irish Whip.
Didn’t think she’d take that so personally, Heaven thinks as she hits the cables and speeds back to a fuming Danica. As she nears, Heaven leaps forward in the air and turns away from her sister blonde, kicking back her legs to wrap around Danica’s waist. There’s a flash of panic in The Polish Pitbull’s mind as she tries to counter with a Wheelbarrow Suplex but Heaven proves too fast; she crunches those toned abdominals of hers and whips up between Dadal’s legs, sending the two tumbling to the mat.
Dadal plants on the ring floor with a thud! Stacked on her shoulders with her ankles around her ears. Heaven pulls her stems away from Danica’s waist and places them on the mat outside of the LAW wrestler’s upturned thighs, and bridges onto her hands and tiptoes, pinning Danica with what move nerds know as a European Clutch.
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Danica furiously kicks out! The bosomy brawler bucks the cherub away and rushes to her feet. That was too close a shave for her liking and she’s not about to lose her title shot in the opening minutes.
Danica’s on balanced feet a moment before Heaven and guts the young woman with a Toe Kick, doubling her foe with bulging eyes and a groan. Danica hits the deck and sweeps the legs out from under Heaven and kips up as the newcomer jacks her jaw on the thinly covered plywood. The Squire takes the cherub by the ankles and flips her onto her back. She raises Heaven’s legs into a V. The debuting beauty raises her hands worryingly, “Hey-heeyy!!”
Danica raises a boot and teasingly hovers it over Heaven’s crotch, “If anyone’s getting a title because of Vic, it’ll be me when I smother her out for the IC title.”
She raises her boot and if she is going for a low blow, but Heaven isn’t going to wait around and find out.
GSW’s babiest of faces pulls her knees, unbalancing Danica and bringing her surprised face so close to Heaven she could kiss it.
Instead, Heaven shoots her legs out sending LAW’s top dog flying into a back somersault.
Hughes kips up as Dadal involuntarily hits the ropes and recoils into an awkward, jiggling run. Hughes loops an arm under one of the big-breasted blonde and takes her up with a Hip Toss. Danica’s feet leave the canvas, but things derail for Hughes from there. The Pitbull manages to alter her momentum to slide behind Heaven and trap her in a sneak attack Abdominal Stretch!
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Danica Dadal gets a good-sized pop from the fans for her innovative counter. She gives them a grin and curls a moderately sized bicep with her free arm in thanks as she reefs on Heaven’s neck, spine, and abs. Danica shoves down on the smaller lightweight’s head making Heaven seize in pain then swats an open hand on the Californian's midriff.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t going to boot you between the legs,” explains Danica as she CRACKs another slap on Heaven’s tummy. “I just met you and I’m not gonna take it there unless provoked.”
The forcibly contorted Cali gal hisses as she gets another smack on the belly button.
“I appreciate that, but go easy on teasing you’ll do that or I’ll have to ramp up the action on prinicipaOW!”
Dadal chops Hughes quickly pinking belly one more time then lightly tickles the sensitive flesh sending Hughes into a squirming fit.
“Ramp it up whenever you want. It’s not gonna make a difference. No offence meant of course.”
The Beautiful Berserker works the Abdominal Stretch till she hears a restrained groan from Heaven then impishly pinches her cheek. This may have been a touch too far, in the GSW wrestler’s book. Heaven’s eyes get steely and she blows air out her nose like a tea kettle. Her whole body trembles as she slowly starts to overpower Dadal, who frantically tries to reassert her dominance, but Heaven will not be denied!
Heaven Hughes completes the Hip Toss from earlier and drives Danica into the mat with a vengeance. Danica sits up holding the small of her back, scowling with pain, just to get a boot to the underboob when Heaven kicks her flat.
Her next move might be called ‘Sensational’ but Heaven learned it from the Golden State Legend and former World Champion, Colleen O’Neal; she leaps onto the second rope and springs into air, rotating at her apex to hit a Guillotine Leg Drop across Danica’s funbags to great effect!
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Danica’s limbs jerk up when Hughes' stem falls upon her like a scythe from the heavens, they flop back to the mat.
Hughes waves the referee close, motioning her leg is across the prone Danica’s chest, acting as a cover. Luckily for her the zebra is on his way, counting.>>
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TWO…
Danica kicks out!
Heaven scrambles to all fours next to the Polish Pitbull and glances toward the official with hopeful eyes only to find two fingers raised. Still, she’s upbeat, pushing to her feet and circling the downed Dadal, seemingly unsure where to go next with her advantage.
With the curvy Danica slow to rise, Hughes heads for the nearest set of buckles. She climbs quickly, but as she does the former Squire is in recovery mode and rising. Turning to face a vertical Danica, the FAWN rookie leaps from her perch, boot soles leading the way with a missile dropkick that catches Dadal flush on the jaw.
Danica tumbles across the canvas in a back somersault from the heavy impact, the bosomy blonde ending face and chest down. She turns and flops to her back, flexing and massaging her aching mandible.
But Heaven isn’t done. This time the blonde prefers speed to impact, eschewing travelling to the penthouse for her latest takeoff, instead leaping from a standing position next to her target with a simple senton. Hughes’ body CRASHES down across the open bronzed midriff of the busty Pitbull, a groaning Danica jackknifing under Heaven’s attack.
Hughes remains in a back press atop her foe after Dadal collapses back to the canvas. Heaven hooks both legs and pulls the limbs into a cradle as the referee settles next to the combatants, slapping the canvas for the…
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…AGAIN Dadal shoves out from underneath, sending the cherub lurching off. Hughes presses up to her knees, not bothering to check in with the official this time, confident in Dadal’s escape.
“Seems like it is making a difference,” Heaven cheekily informs her battered counterpart. “But I’m about making more than a difference. I’m going to win!”
Hughes grabs a wrist and shoulder and hauls Dadal to her feet, then aims Danica toward the far buckles. The newbie surges forward and flings Dadal with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, Danica plants and reverses, seemingly ready to turn the tables on GSW’s Babiest of Faces. But instead of sending Heaven for the ride, Dadal retains her grip and yanks Hughes back into a brutal shortarm clothesline across the clavicle, sending Heaven to the canvas in a heap.
A grimacing, horizontal Hughes cradles the back of her skull with an arm as the Pitbull hovers above, huffing in deep breaths as she stares at the wounded rookie. The hesitation is only for a moment. Danica collects Heaven’s near leg first at the ankle and next in a scissors, before rolling into a Half Crab, Dadal ending in a genuflecting backward straddle of Hughes’ waistline.
Half Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaLbgeDCiRE )
With the Cali girl captured, Danica reefs back on the captured limb, drawing yelps of pain from her fellow blonde, Heaven’s fingers burying in her dirty golden locks, pulling as she tries to spread the pain.
Hughes stretches a hand toward the saving strands, inching her way in the direction of the rubber-coated steel until she’s a few inches away. But Dadal turns the intensity up several notches, turning her free hand into a set of talons and sinking them into Hughes’ crotch. Danica’s claw digs DEEP into the Heaven’s privates, even while the Polish Pitbull continues to test her foe’s spinal column and leg with the Crab. Adding the throbbing insult of her grasping digits Danica brings Heaven to the edge of tears, the ref asking the rookie if she wants to surrender.
Hughes shakes her head even as a squeeze from Dadal’s fingers between her thighs draws a screech from the Babiest of Faces.
Desperation growing, a mewling Hughes slithers on her chest until she’s close enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope. She howls for a break and the official quickly advocates for the same. Danica’s tardy with the release, taking the full four seconds to dismount from the calamitous combination of attack points.
Hughes curdles into a protective ball around her tender undercarriage, an arm wrapping around the rope as Dadal pushes to her feet and looms close.
“What happened to not going…ummm…there?” Heaven asks anxiously.
“You reminded me,” Danica responds. “Even a noob like you is dangerous given the chance. I’m making sure you don’t get one.”
Dadal allows Heaven to rise of her own accord and push away from the cables, still a bit pigeon-toed from the attack below deck. A few strides away and Hughes is looking more herself as she throws her body into a collar-and-elbow, the women wrangling for leverage until Heaven surprises, pivoting and pulling Danica into a tight side headlock.
It takes but a moment for the former Squire to get her hands to Hughes’ hips and shove her foe off, the California native accepting the momentum provided as she races to the ropes and rebounds. Heaven charges Dadal and, when Danica goes low for a tackle, Hughes leapfrogs over, racing to her second set of cables.
U-turning to Danica at full speed, a dipped shoulder is pointed at the cleft of Danica’s cleavage, but the Pitbull intercepts the attack with a twist to the right and a raised knee DEEP into the flat, tanned tummy of the beach baby, the Santa Monica native folding around the impact, Heaven gasping for air, dark brown eyes bugging.
It’s Danica’s turn for a sprint as she turns and jiggles her way to the ropes before springing back at a bent Hughes. A punt to Heaven’s lowered chest shocks Hughes back to vertical, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The Pitbull makes Heaven pay for retaining her stance, POUNDING a toe kick into Hughes’ belly, doubling her foe over again. Danica tugs her adversary’s lowered head into a front facelock and lays out, SPIKING the crown of the rookie’s noggin into the deck with a delicious DDT. The golden-maned cherub is in a momentary headstand from the brutal efficiency of Dadal’s infamous Double-DDT before the flaccid Golden Girl timbers to her back, finishing the forward flip in a motionless spreadeagle.
Danica spins next to the splayed Hughes and drops across the limp frame of the upstart in a lateral press for the…
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Heaven shoves a shoulder off the canvas, keeping her hopes for an inaugural victory alive.
Danica snatches the raised arm at the wrist as she rises to her feet. She surrounds the wing with scissoring legs before tumbling in a somersault return to the deck.
With Heaven’s left arm still secure between the Pitbull’s legs, Hughes chest down on the mat, Danica controls the Californian’s right arm, working her way into a modified version of her signature Scream For Me.
Scream For Me ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tALf_sUoAtI )
And as Danica wrenches on each upper limb in the anguish-inducing submission, it’s not long before Heaven is doing just that, howling in agony but refusing to give in when given the opportunity.
Danica bends Heaven's arms in ways they shouldn't and asks her a question when she stops shrieking, "How about you call it a night, huh? No sense in your first day being your last."
Heaven makes a sound between a growl and a whimper and inches towards the nearest set of ropes like a bird on its belly. "Don't concern yourself, sweetheart! I'm gonna be back in this ring tomorrow for my SECOND win! OOWW!!"
Danica really leans into the hold, threatening to send the young lady home, with dual casts on her arms. "Come on honey, think this through. This is me being nice, I promised myself no more holding back to get the success I know I'm capable of, don't make me break you to keep it!"
Heaven bites her lip nearly breaking the skin to hold back the scream the submission desires and continues her trudge across the hot, rough canvas to the cables.
The air is electric; half the crowd is rooting for the fresh-faced Heaven Hughes to escape the hold, they fill the air with echoing cries.
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
The other half of the crowd is securely in Dadal’s pocket, begging for the Polish Pitbull to make the Indie favorite tap and/or smother Hughes out with her fulsome rack.
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
The love of the fans re-energizes both combatants, but Heaven really takes it to heart; chugging along like The Little Engine That Could. A sweaty Heaven withstands the agony and makes the long trek to the ropes. With no hands available, the diminutive damsel sticks out her tongue to touch the cable, she’s millimetres away from freedom when Danica breaks the hold on her own!
Daddy Dadal releases Heaven’s aching arms, pivots behind the new talent and drags her farther away from the ropes by the ankles. She flips Heaven face up and steps her right leg through the horizontal blonde’s and places it on the outside of Heaven’s left hip. Dadal pays her opponent a compliment as she bends the Californian’s left leg across her thigh to trap it in the pit of Heaven’s right knee, “You’ve got grit, honey! After a couple more ass-kickings you’ll have the mean streak to make it in this business!”
Danica tucks and rolls to the side so she’s seated, while Hughes’ is on her belly with their legs weaved together in a knot. The move sends sparks surging through Heaven’s nerves that turn into lightning when Danica puts a boot against Heaven’s left shin and works it like a gas pedal. The GSW grappler convulses, pulls at her hair and gives Dadal the scream she wanted earlier.
“AAAIEE!!”
The Kruczyki
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Danica places her hands flat against the ring floor and lifts herself up, putting her all into rendering Heaven’s legs useless and making the little angel bawl. Worried by the sounds he’s hearing from the young lioness, the referee checks on Heaven asking if she wants to quit.
She whips her head side to side in the negative, not trusting herself to speak. Danica eases the pressure and spikes it at random intervals as she speaks, “Everyone forgot I could actually wrestle when I started showing off the gurls. I bet you’d prefer tapping out to my boobs instead of my Kruczyki, right? Hey!”
Danica’s taken by surprise as Hughes does a push-up and hand walks to the ropes with alarming speed, the Golden State Warrior has channeled the pain into fuel and makes it halfway to the ropes before Danica knows what’s happening. Hughes wraps both arms around the bottom ropes and squeaks “Break!” at the referee.
The zebra claps his hands and echoes her sentiment. Danica surprisingly breaks the hold clean, perhaps out of respect for her opponent?
Perhaps not as the moment Danica’s back on her feet she takes Heaven by the ankles again, yanks her off the cable and drags the frantically clawing blonde away. Danica tucks Heaven’s legs into her armpits and lines her back to the corner. she blows the frustrated Heaven a kiss before falling back to the canvas, hauling Heaven off the canvas and sending her flying head-first towards the buckles with a Slingshot Catapult.
Hughes is on a one-way trip to Concussion Town when she calls an audible, maneuvering in mid-air to land her boots on the second ropes. A slight bounce on the cables and it’s like the match is flowing in reverse; Heaven recoils back to a proverbially flat Danica then turns her literally flat when she gives The Polish Pitbull’s puppies an Avalanche Double Stomp!
HEAVEN FORBID!
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OOOOHHH!!!
There’s a thousands-strong groan of sympathy for Dadal and her Triple D’s momentarily turned A’s.
Dadal weakly kicks her feet as she looks down with a face stricken with agony as she sees Heaven standing on her sure to be bruised tit-flesh.
Heaven gives the LAW Dog an uncharacteristically spiteful grind of her soles before leaping up and stretching out at her apex, thwapping down across Danica’s chest with a Standing Splash. Danica lets out a shriek as her abused puppies take another beating and her legs jerk high into the air. Heather grabs one of the rubbery stems and pulls it in for a pinfall.
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THRE-
Danica shoves free and turns onto her side at the very last moment but can’t do anything other than cradle her aching gurls.
Heaven lets out a huff of frustration and gives Danica a chiding smack on the bottom, “You’ve been big talkin’ me all match and you’ve barely been in the business more than me.”
She shoves a faintly resisting Danica onto her belly and kneels behind the sister blonde; Hughes folds Danica’s right leg into the pit of her left knee and traps them painfully into a slanted X as she leans forward and takes the Pitbull in a hellacious Neck Crank
SANTA MONICA MAGIC
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Danica flails her arms wildly and shrieks like a trapped animal! Heaven has to yell over cringing cries to be heard, “After you tap, I want an apology!”
But instead, with Heaven’s dirty blonde locks within reach, Dadal grabs a handful of hair, yanking as hard as the awkward position will allow. It’s enough to pull Hughes off balance, the Golden State Warrior falling to her side and losing her grip. Realizing her Magic’s been lost, Heaven disengages fully and scrambles to her feet, reaching them as Danica’s only made it to her knees.
Approaching from behind, Hughes steps one leg over the Pitbull’s left shoulder and follows suit on the opposite side. Locking her ankles, Heaven squeezes Danica’s skull between her sinewy thighs, the standing head scissors turning the former Squire’s face rosy.
Heaven’s features twists in an adorable snarl as she sends as much energy into her stems as possible, Danica fruitlessly prying at the flexing limbs.
Realizing another way to escape before her consciousness is drained further must be found, Daddy wraps her arms around Hughes’ legs and uses her powerful curves to push up beneath Heaven. Hughes’ dark pools go wide with anxiety as Dadal get one leg beneath, then another, the Babiest of Faces suddenly high on Danica’s shoulders and in dire straits.
Heaven’s arms pinwheel as she tries to remain in place and keep her scissors relevant. Hughes reaches for the Pitbull’s mane with her left hand, ready to ball her right into a fist and pound Daddy’s pate until she regains control. But before one blow lands, Danica lays out, in turn sending Heaven from on high, Hughes CRASHING to her spine and the back of her skull by and Electric Chair Drop.
Electric Chair Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1X12oiDdhQ )
Hughes cradles the back of her braincase, bare feet pattering against the canvas, having been separated from Dadal by the landing. Danica is slow to capitalize however, rolling to her chest and pushing to hands and knees but seemingly stuck, massaging her lower back persistently, her vertebrae giving her pause as she tries to rise.
The FAWNatics cheer both women on, trying to refill each with the strength to continue the battle, chanting ‘FIGHT…FOREVER!’ toward the depleted blondes. Heaven and Danica respond, pushing slowly to their feet, reaching upright simultaneously. They lean into each other in a collar-and-elbow that looks more out of convenience so they can prop themselves against the other.
Slowly and surely, it’s the curvier Polish Pitbull gaining the leverage. She puts Hughes into a backpedal until Heaven’s back is against the buckles. Pivoting, Dadal loads her right arm for throwing and SNAPS Heaven’s head back with a European Uppercut, the impact so wicked, it almost seems Hughes’ noggin will be dislodged.
It remains in place but clearly a portion of the Golden State Warrior’s senses have fled, Hughes leaning heavily into the corner. Another uppercut loosens Heaven’s legs in addition to her jaw and Hughes plops to a seat in front of the corner, her head bobbling like a giveaway doll at a ballpark.
With the noob adjacent to Dream Street, Daddy strides down the length of the ring and ascends her own set of buckles, reaching the top, turning and eyeing O’Neal’s one-time protégé from long distance. The crowd knows what Danica can do from here, but they still seem unable to comprehend she’ll try considering the risk.
Risk she does, leaping from her perch and going coast-to-coast to drop a leg below the belt, Dadal’s calf and heel splitting Heaven’s wickets, RAMMING her foe’s unprotected undercarriage.
Hughes’ eyes roll white as the wave of misery washes through her body from below, Dadal’s ‘I’m Your Daddy’ certainly appearing to give Daddy custody of this match.
Danica rubs some of the sting out of her bruised tailbone as she rises. The Polish Pitbull grabs Hughes’ ankles, pulling Heaven out of her fetal ball and dragging Heaven to center stage.
Danica pulls Hughes’ captured legs wide, in an extended ‘V’ then lifts her right boot and lets it hover.
“I said I wouldn’t do it unless you provoked me,” Danica growls.
Heaven’s raises and extends her arms, ‘washing windows’ with her palms, silently pleading.
“Consider me provoked!”
THWAM!
The boot BLASTS Heaven’s already wounded privates. Hughes sits bolt upright, eyes welling then gushing in quick succession, as the pain from her kitty is crushing.
Dadal imperiously tosses Heaven’s leaden legs away.
“That’s on you, new girl. Totally on you.”
Hughes implodes around her center, hands burying between her thighs, the crowd jeering Daddy at her ‘win at any cost’ extralegal attack.
Danica turns her attention to the throngs, shaking her head.
“If you’re looking for an apology,” Dadal shouts, “you’re out of damn luck. Just like this noob!”
Danica leans over and sinks her nails into Heaven’s scalp, pulling her foe out of the ball and up to stooped feet. With Hughes frozen, the Pitbull scoops the cherub off the deck, one palm ending pressed into her foe’s lower pelvis, the other in the cleft of her foe’s bosom.
Showing incredible power, Danica sends Heaven heavenward with a military press.
Daddy holds it long enough to give some money shots to the photogs before tossing Hughes away like so much flotsam, Heaven plummeting to the deck via a Military Press Slam.
Military Press Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHgPb3FBxBk ) 1:03
Hughes’ spine arches in anguish from the ring-rattling impact, adding to her growing list of bodily hot spots.
Danica dusts of her hands dramatically but realizes there’s still work to be done as she approaches the beleaguered Santa Monica beach blonde.
Hughes slowly sits up, she’s aged 30 years since the start of the match, but she’s trying her best to rally and get back in the fight. She’ll have to wait just a bit longer; Danica steps between Hughes's splayed legs and bends down to take her in a Headlock as she takes Heaven’s arm over her neck.
Heaven and the crowd are alarmed once again at Danica's strength as she starts to deadlift the former GSW wrestler from a seat on the mat to straight in the air with a Suplex.
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Is her power in her boobs? ponders Heaven as she arcs past the apex of the throw and splats back first against the covered plywood. Danica transitions into a cover by pulling in her legs and backrolling into a full-body pin, it may have been an accident or out of spite, but Danica's triple Ds slap down on Heaven's face.
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THR- Heaven gets a shoulder up!
Hughes jerks to the side, dislodging Dadal and freeing her face from the LAW wrestler's mounds. A frustrated Danica rolls onto her fours and pounds a fist into the mat “Dammit!” and stands up, Heaven remaining on the ground, writhing from accumulated damage and holding onto this match with a death grip.
Daddy Dadal backs into the ropes near a cameraman and measures the distance to the horizontal Hughes, muttering to herself, “Alright. Time to stop stalling. Get on the path to gold.”
The camera zooms in on the salacious Squire's ass as she bends over, broadcasting her beauteous behind tightly wrapped in spandex to the thousands in attendance through the FAWNtron. Danica reaches behind and takes two handfuls of cheek meat, there's a tearing sound as Danica’s pants tear perfectly in two revealing a sexy, not-quite-a-thong bikini bottom coloured in the red and white of the Polish flag.
Danica straightens up, slips her fingers between the straining buttons of her top and rrrips it off, tossing the scraps to the frothing fans in the front row. Her mountainous mammaries were now covered in a nearly-not-there bikini top, each cup bearing the stars and stripes of the U.S.A.
“‘I’m an international star!” Danica yells triumphantly as she bursts into a run, her softer parts jiggling in the patterns of her ancestral and home countries. As she nears the vulnerable Heaven, Danica jumps into the air, pulling her knees into her chin for a retaliatory stomp to Heaven’s less sizable but still lovely charms.
Dadal’s white boots shoot downward- and stomp on the canvas, Hughes rolling out of the way!
Fueled by desperation, The Golden State Warrior’s injuries fade for a moment allowing her to sweep Dadal’s legs, dropping her on her bottom and sending a wave of motion through her fulsome front.
Hughes surges up with Daddy’s ankles in hand, stretching her legs into a V; Heaven steps a leg through Danica’s and places it outside of her hip before bending Danica’s left leg across her own. Heaven turns away and leans back into a bridge with Dadal’s straightened right leg in hand, upending the LAW lady onto her shoulders in the tightest cover Danica’s experienced in her career.
Hughes’ Hassle
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THRE- Danica bucks free!!!
Heaven’s Hail Mary will not bring forth a Deus Ex Machina!
Danica explodes from under Heaven into a full handstand before timbering to the mat.
Heaven is thrown into a roll and comes to a stop on her elbows, shocked and dismayed she didn’t get the win. The debuting darling pushes to her feet, whispering to herself “...Dammit.” And tries to muster the strength to put this damned Daddy down!
Heaven stalks a slowly rising Dadal who’s getting to her feet with the help of the ropes. She reaches for the bustier blonde when Danica’s hands lash out and grab Heaven by the waistline of her boy-cut trunks, yanking her forward into the cables.
Heaven hits the top strand across her throat and stumbles back choking. Danica positions herself behind Heaven and grabs The Babiest of Faces by the inner thigh and chin and hoists the Lightweight belly up on her shoulders. With a roar that’s far less intimidating than she’d like, Danica lifts a foot and drops to the mat, driving Heaven into the deck with a Burning Hammer!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
OOOOHHH!!!!!
The FAWNatics clutch their pearls seeing Hughes suffer such a devastating attack. Colleen O’Neal’s student lies on the ring floor twitching in pain while Danica gets up in stages, looking sore as heck. She looks down at Hughes and lets out an exasperated huff the Californian is still trying to get up and get back in the fight.
“Goddamn, you have fight, I will give you that.” Danica kneels in a straddle high on Heaven’s chest and intertwines their fingers.
‘Tell you what, I’ll mend fences by buying you a couple of drinks afterwards, alright? There’s only one blonde I plan to fight forever and she’s the IC champion.”
Danica pushes their hands straight away from their heads and lowers her bosom over Heaven’s face. With unfocused eyes, Heaven peers into the oncoming abyss of Danica’s cleavage and utters a protest before her face is swallowed by silky flesh.
“NooMhwp!”
Daddy Dadal shimmies her shoulders to settle her breasts around Hughes’ features in the perfect position and finds it after a few seconds of wriggling. The Polish Pitbull bites back a gasp feeling Hughes’ mouth suckling for breath, trying to find air, the rookie’s eyelashes tickling her skin; feeling flushed Danica thinks I should have been doing this move forever ago!
Danica rides out the worst of Heaven’s thrashings and eventually, the defiant young woman falls still. Dadal gives Heaven’s face a few testing scrubs before offering the official her foe’s hand to test. He drops it once… twice… and thrice! She’s out! The official frantically motions for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Your winner via knockout…. Danica Dadal!!!!
Danica’s smile is bright and mischievous as she hears the announcer proclaim her victory, she raises her teats off the unconscious Heaven, revealing her red and greasy face to the camera.
Danica takes her hands and rubs them up, down and between her breasts.
“Nice fight.”
She flicks her hands, spraying Heaven’s face with a mist of their combined sweat and Hughes’ own drool, some of the spray catching on her tongue as she takes in heavy breaths.
Danica stands over her defeated opponent as the referee raises her left hand.
Daddy motions a hand across her waist.
The next time she’s in a FAWN ring, she’s getting a belt.
Scuttlebutt is the Polish Pitbull is facing off against a debuting talent just like last month at Mayhem. It’s a safe bet Danica’s hoping for a different result. She needs another win and needs it soon if she wants that Intercontinental title shot against her former teacher and ex-tag partner Victoria Hackenschmidt.
Will she get that desperately needed W? Let’s find out!
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! LAW’s most popular star and one of wrestling’s sexiest wild cards makes 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, diminutive 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 does a little twirl like she’s 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, “Calling my shot! Doesn’t matter who I’m facing, I’m beating them and getting my chance at some gold!”
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 are 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. Her mannerisms are cheery and carefree but on the inside, she’s laser-focused trying to plan for any woman that could come down that ramp.
Danica wants a win and, more than that, needs a win.
With the FAWNatics on the edge of their seats, Shawn Mendes’ ‘There’s nothing Holdin’ Me Back’ courses through the arena speakers.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=dT2owtxkU8k )
Most of the assembled are uncertain but excited to find out what newcomer the music portends. Those familiar with the LA-centric Golden State Wrestling from where Colleen O’Neal and recent IC challenger Drusilla Foster ‘invaded’ are aware FAWN may be gaining the services of GSW’s favorite if green babiest of babyfaces.
And indeed, stepping into view on the upper stage with a shower of golden sparks behind her is the City of Angels’ cherub Heaven Hughes.
HEAVEN HUGHES
The sporty, sun-kissed blonde appears the perfect billboard for Cali. A beaming Hughes waves to the curious and captivated masses clad in a black and yellow, zippered Body Glove diving top; similarly-hued and branded boy-cut trunks; her tanned legs and feet bare.
Hughes crow hops into a trot down the ramp, bouncing back and forth to slap hands on either side of the aisle, clearly reveling in her chance to play in the big leagues like her idol and former teacher Colleen O’Neal.
The crowd seems taken with the fresh-faced new blood, the quickly converted among those assembled cheerily applauding the golden-haired grappler. Hughes energetically circles the ring, Danica staring at her joyful opponent like the woman’s lost her mind and will soon be losing body parts.
Heaven returns to the steps having glad-handed her way through most of the front row. She gallops up the steel stairs with a toothy, glittering grin. Showing an appealing vivacity, Hughes climbs the outside of the ring post and somersaults through the air, sticking a landing with arms raised high and wide.
The ring announcer raises his voice over the inquisitive ovation as the noob moves to her corner and stretches her lithe limbs.
“And her opponent…from Santa Monica, California, standing five feet two inches tall and weighing in at 115 pounds…the Sweetest Sunshine…HEAVEN HUGHES!
In GSW, Heaven received more than her share of hell from the roster, her California sunrise up the ranks agonizingly slow, at times even struggling to retain her position with the company.
The last months on the Left Coast saw a rise to respectability but could it be maintained in the shark-infested wrestling waters of central Florida?
Dadal seems excited to help provide an answer for the FAWN rookie when the animated Hughes moves to the middle with arm extended for a handshake after the bell rings.
“Nice to meet you,” Danica takes Hughes’ hand and gives it a quick squeeze and pump,
“Sorry I gotta beat you.”
The GSW import is unfazed and all smiles when they cleanly break the clasp, and the butterflies in her stomach start to settle down. A clean break is a prelude to a clean match, that’s what her teacher’s golden rule “Not if I beat you first.”
The two back away from each other just to come together in an Elbow and Collar followed by some fast-paced, silent wrestling; Danica slips from the grapple and takes Heaven’s arm in a Wristlock. Heaven untwists her arm with a Cartwheel and slides behind Danica with a Hammerlock, but Danica powers through and reverses it making the newbie hiss.
Heaven reaches her free arm behind Danica’s head to pull it over her shoulder, sensing a Stunner coming The Polish Pitbull wrenches on the Hammerlock and bullies Heaven’s hand down before buggywhipping Heaven to the ropes. Hughes hits the cables with her back and rebounds to a bowed Dadal who sends the Californian high in the air with a Back Body Drop.
FAWNatics brace themselves for the first bump of the night but they’ll have to wait a little longer; Heaven shows some of that athleticism from her entrance by flipping forward in the air and landing on her feet with feline grace. Both blondes whirl round with fists drawn and watch each other like hawks across the expanse of the ring.
The audience gives the wrestlers a cheer for the burst of pro wrestling action. There's a small chant of "This-Is-Awesome!" Arises from the easily impressed in the crowd, until they're properly shamed out of it by the surrounding ticket buyers.
Dadal drops her readied stance and shakes out her arms like a cocky boxer, "Not bad, I guess GSW stepped their game up from being an entryway indie.”
Heaven raises an eyebrow at the smack talk and volleys some back, “Please, LAW was a glorified backyard before Hackenschmidt made it her pet project. Maybe I should be her next tag partner, if she was able to make you Phoneix’s top star, she’ll make me world champion.”
The giant German is a sensitive topic for Danica, and the thought of her tagging with a short blonde that’s not the Squire is infuriating. Danica’s elfin face contorts into a scowl and she launches herself at Hughes. She smacks the Californian Cutie’s perky chest with a Knife-edge Chop and sends the wincing Hughes away with an Irish Whip.
Didn’t think she’d take that so personally, Heaven thinks as she hits the cables and speeds back to a fuming Danica. As she nears, Heaven leaps forward in the air and turns away from her sister blonde, kicking back her legs to wrap around Danica’s waist. There’s a flash of panic in The Polish Pitbull’s mind as she tries to counter with a Wheelbarrow Suplex but Heaven proves too fast; she crunches those toned abdominals of hers and whips up between Dadal’s legs, sending the two tumbling to the mat.
Dadal plants on the ring floor with a thud! Stacked on her shoulders with her ankles around her ears. Heaven pulls her stems away from Danica’s waist and places them on the mat outside of the LAW wrestler’s upturned thighs, and bridges onto her hands and tiptoes, pinning Danica with what move nerds know as a European Clutch.
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Danica furiously kicks out! The bosomy brawler bucks the cherub away and rushes to her feet. That was too close a shave for her liking and she’s not about to lose her title shot in the opening minutes.
Danica’s on balanced feet a moment before Heaven and guts the young woman with a Toe Kick, doubling her foe with bulging eyes and a groan. Danica hits the deck and sweeps the legs out from under Heaven and kips up as the newcomer jacks her jaw on the thinly covered plywood. The Squire takes the cherub by the ankles and flips her onto her back. She raises Heaven’s legs into a V. The debuting beauty raises her hands worryingly, “Hey-heeyy!!”
Danica raises a boot and teasingly hovers it over Heaven’s crotch, “If anyone’s getting a title because of Vic, it’ll be me when I smother her out for the IC title.”
She raises her boot and if she is going for a low blow, but Heaven isn’t going to wait around and find out.
GSW’s babiest of faces pulls her knees, unbalancing Danica and bringing her surprised face so close to Heaven she could kiss it.
Instead, Heaven shoots her legs out sending LAW’s top dog flying into a back somersault.
Hughes kips up as Dadal involuntarily hits the ropes and recoils into an awkward, jiggling run. Hughes loops an arm under one of the big-breasted blonde and takes her up with a Hip Toss. Danica’s feet leave the canvas, but things derail for Hughes from there. The Pitbull manages to alter her momentum to slide behind Heaven and trap her in a sneak attack Abdominal Stretch!
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Danica Dadal gets a good-sized pop from the fans for her innovative counter. She gives them a grin and curls a moderately sized bicep with her free arm in thanks as she reefs on Heaven’s neck, spine, and abs. Danica shoves down on the smaller lightweight’s head making Heaven seize in pain then swats an open hand on the Californian's midriff.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t going to boot you between the legs,” explains Danica as she CRACKs another slap on Heaven’s tummy. “I just met you and I’m not gonna take it there unless provoked.”
The forcibly contorted Cali gal hisses as she gets another smack on the belly button.
“I appreciate that, but go easy on teasing you’ll do that or I’ll have to ramp up the action on prinicipaOW!”
Dadal chops Hughes quickly pinking belly one more time then lightly tickles the sensitive flesh sending Hughes into a squirming fit.
“Ramp it up whenever you want. It’s not gonna make a difference. No offence meant of course.”
The Beautiful Berserker works the Abdominal Stretch till she hears a restrained groan from Heaven then impishly pinches her cheek. This may have been a touch too far, in the GSW wrestler’s book. Heaven’s eyes get steely and she blows air out her nose like a tea kettle. Her whole body trembles as she slowly starts to overpower Dadal, who frantically tries to reassert her dominance, but Heaven will not be denied!
Heaven Hughes completes the Hip Toss from earlier and drives Danica into the mat with a vengeance. Danica sits up holding the small of her back, scowling with pain, just to get a boot to the underboob when Heaven kicks her flat.
Her next move might be called ‘Sensational’ but Heaven learned it from the Golden State Legend and former World Champion, Colleen O’Neal; she leaps onto the second rope and springs into air, rotating at her apex to hit a Guillotine Leg Drop across Danica’s funbags to great effect!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpBG8LBXBjU
Danica’s limbs jerk up when Hughes' stem falls upon her like a scythe from the heavens, they flop back to the mat.
Hughes waves the referee close, motioning her leg is across the prone Danica’s chest, acting as a cover. Luckily for her the zebra is on his way, counting.>>
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Danica kicks out!
Heaven scrambles to all fours next to the Polish Pitbull and glances toward the official with hopeful eyes only to find two fingers raised. Still, she’s upbeat, pushing to her feet and circling the downed Dadal, seemingly unsure where to go next with her advantage.
With the curvy Danica slow to rise, Hughes heads for the nearest set of buckles. She climbs quickly, but as she does the former Squire is in recovery mode and rising. Turning to face a vertical Danica, the FAWN rookie leaps from her perch, boot soles leading the way with a missile dropkick that catches Dadal flush on the jaw.
Danica tumbles across the canvas in a back somersault from the heavy impact, the bosomy blonde ending face and chest down. She turns and flops to her back, flexing and massaging her aching mandible.
But Heaven isn’t done. This time the blonde prefers speed to impact, eschewing travelling to the penthouse for her latest takeoff, instead leaping from a standing position next to her target with a simple senton. Hughes’ body CRASHES down across the open bronzed midriff of the busty Pitbull, a groaning Danica jackknifing under Heaven’s attack.
Hughes remains in a back press atop her foe after Dadal collapses back to the canvas. Heaven hooks both legs and pulls the limbs into a cradle as the referee settles next to the combatants, slapping the canvas for the…
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…AGAIN Dadal shoves out from underneath, sending the cherub lurching off. Hughes presses up to her knees, not bothering to check in with the official this time, confident in Dadal’s escape.
“Seems like it is making a difference,” Heaven cheekily informs her battered counterpart. “But I’m about making more than a difference. I’m going to win!”
Hughes grabs a wrist and shoulder and hauls Dadal to her feet, then aims Danica toward the far buckles. The newbie surges forward and flings Dadal with an Irish Whip. Or that was the plan. Instead, Danica plants and reverses, seemingly ready to turn the tables on GSW’s Babiest of Faces. But instead of sending Heaven for the ride, Dadal retains her grip and yanks Hughes back into a brutal shortarm clothesline across the clavicle, sending Heaven to the canvas in a heap.
A grimacing, horizontal Hughes cradles the back of her skull with an arm as the Pitbull hovers above, huffing in deep breaths as she stares at the wounded rookie. The hesitation is only for a moment. Danica collects Heaven’s near leg first at the ankle and next in a scissors, before rolling into a Half Crab, Dadal ending in a genuflecting backward straddle of Hughes’ waistline.
Half Crab ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=UaLbgeDCiRE )
With the Cali girl captured, Danica reefs back on the captured limb, drawing yelps of pain from her fellow blonde, Heaven’s fingers burying in her dirty golden locks, pulling as she tries to spread the pain.
Hughes stretches a hand toward the saving strands, inching her way in the direction of the rubber-coated steel until she’s a few inches away. But Dadal turns the intensity up several notches, turning her free hand into a set of talons and sinking them into Hughes’ crotch. Danica’s claw digs DEEP into the Heaven’s privates, even while the Polish Pitbull continues to test her foe’s spinal column and leg with the Crab. Adding the throbbing insult of her grasping digits Danica brings Heaven to the edge of tears, the ref asking the rookie if she wants to surrender.
Hughes shakes her head even as a squeeze from Dadal’s fingers between her thighs draws a screech from the Babiest of Faces.
Desperation growing, a mewling Hughes slithers on her chest until she’s close enough to wrap a palm around the bottom rope. She howls for a break and the official quickly advocates for the same. Danica’s tardy with the release, taking the full four seconds to dismount from the calamitous combination of attack points.
Hughes curdles into a protective ball around her tender undercarriage, an arm wrapping around the rope as Dadal pushes to her feet and looms close.
“What happened to not going…ummm…there?” Heaven asks anxiously.
“You reminded me,” Danica responds. “Even a noob like you is dangerous given the chance. I’m making sure you don’t get one.”
Dadal allows Heaven to rise of her own accord and push away from the cables, still a bit pigeon-toed from the attack below deck. A few strides away and Hughes is looking more herself as she throws her body into a collar-and-elbow, the women wrangling for leverage until Heaven surprises, pivoting and pulling Danica into a tight side headlock.
It takes but a moment for the former Squire to get her hands to Hughes’ hips and shove her foe off, the California native accepting the momentum provided as she races to the ropes and rebounds. Heaven charges Dadal and, when Danica goes low for a tackle, Hughes leapfrogs over, racing to her second set of cables.
U-turning to Danica at full speed, a dipped shoulder is pointed at the cleft of Danica’s cleavage, but the Pitbull intercepts the attack with a twist to the right and a raised knee DEEP into the flat, tanned tummy of the beach baby, the Santa Monica native folding around the impact, Heaven gasping for air, dark brown eyes bugging.
It’s Danica’s turn for a sprint as she turns and jiggles her way to the ropes before springing back at a bent Hughes. A punt to Heaven’s lowered chest shocks Hughes back to vertical, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The Pitbull makes Heaven pay for retaining her stance, POUNDING a toe kick into Hughes’ belly, doubling her foe over again. Danica tugs her adversary’s lowered head into a front facelock and lays out, SPIKING the crown of the rookie’s noggin into the deck with a delicious DDT. The golden-maned cherub is in a momentary headstand from the brutal efficiency of Dadal’s infamous Double-DDT before the flaccid Golden Girl timbers to her back, finishing the forward flip in a motionless spreadeagle.
Danica spins next to the splayed Hughes and drops across the limp frame of the upstart in a lateral press for the…
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Heaven shoves a shoulder off the canvas, keeping her hopes for an inaugural victory alive.
Danica snatches the raised arm at the wrist as she rises to her feet. She surrounds the wing with scissoring legs before tumbling in a somersault return to the deck.
With Heaven’s left arm still secure between the Pitbull’s legs, Hughes chest down on the mat, Danica controls the Californian’s right arm, working her way into a modified version of her signature Scream For Me.
Scream For Me ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=tALf_sUoAtI )
And as Danica wrenches on each upper limb in the anguish-inducing submission, it’s not long before Heaven is doing just that, howling in agony but refusing to give in when given the opportunity.
Danica bends Heaven's arms in ways they shouldn't and asks her a question when she stops shrieking, "How about you call it a night, huh? No sense in your first day being your last."
Heaven makes a sound between a growl and a whimper and inches towards the nearest set of ropes like a bird on its belly. "Don't concern yourself, sweetheart! I'm gonna be back in this ring tomorrow for my SECOND win! OOWW!!"
Danica really leans into the hold, threatening to send the young lady home, with dual casts on her arms. "Come on honey, think this through. This is me being nice, I promised myself no more holding back to get the success I know I'm capable of, don't make me break you to keep it!"
Heaven bites her lip nearly breaking the skin to hold back the scream the submission desires and continues her trudge across the hot, rough canvas to the cables.
The air is electric; half the crowd is rooting for the fresh-faced Heaven Hughes to escape the hold, they fill the air with echoing cries.
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
HEA-VEN!!
The other half of the crowd is securely in Dadal’s pocket, begging for the Polish Pitbull to make the Indie favorite tap and/or smother Hughes out with her fulsome rack.
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
DADDY DA-DAL!!
The love of the fans re-energizes both combatants, but Heaven really takes it to heart; chugging along like The Little Engine That Could. A sweaty Heaven withstands the agony and makes the long trek to the ropes. With no hands available, the diminutive damsel sticks out her tongue to touch the cable, she’s millimetres away from freedom when Danica breaks the hold on her own!
Daddy Dadal releases Heaven’s aching arms, pivots behind the new talent and drags her farther away from the ropes by the ankles. She flips Heaven face up and steps her right leg through the horizontal blonde’s and places it on the outside of Heaven’s left hip. Dadal pays her opponent a compliment as she bends the Californian’s left leg across her thigh to trap it in the pit of Heaven’s right knee, “You’ve got grit, honey! After a couple more ass-kickings you’ll have the mean streak to make it in this business!”
Danica tucks and rolls to the side so she’s seated, while Hughes’ is on her belly with their legs weaved together in a knot. The move sends sparks surging through Heaven’s nerves that turn into lightning when Danica puts a boot against Heaven’s left shin and works it like a gas pedal. The GSW grappler convulses, pulls at her hair and gives Dadal the scream she wanted earlier.
“AAAIEE!!”
The Kruczyki
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Danica places her hands flat against the ring floor and lifts herself up, putting her all into rendering Heaven’s legs useless and making the little angel bawl. Worried by the sounds he’s hearing from the young lioness, the referee checks on Heaven asking if she wants to quit.
She whips her head side to side in the negative, not trusting herself to speak. Danica eases the pressure and spikes it at random intervals as she speaks, “Everyone forgot I could actually wrestle when I started showing off the gurls. I bet you’d prefer tapping out to my boobs instead of my Kruczyki, right? Hey!”
Danica’s taken by surprise as Hughes does a push-up and hand walks to the ropes with alarming speed, the Golden State Warrior has channeled the pain into fuel and makes it halfway to the ropes before Danica knows what’s happening. Hughes wraps both arms around the bottom ropes and squeaks “Break!” at the referee.
The zebra claps his hands and echoes her sentiment. Danica surprisingly breaks the hold clean, perhaps out of respect for her opponent?
Perhaps not as the moment Danica’s back on her feet she takes Heaven by the ankles again, yanks her off the cable and drags the frantically clawing blonde away. Danica tucks Heaven’s legs into her armpits and lines her back to the corner. she blows the frustrated Heaven a kiss before falling back to the canvas, hauling Heaven off the canvas and sending her flying head-first towards the buckles with a Slingshot Catapult.
Hughes is on a one-way trip to Concussion Town when she calls an audible, maneuvering in mid-air to land her boots on the second ropes. A slight bounce on the cables and it’s like the match is flowing in reverse; Heaven recoils back to a proverbially flat Danica then turns her literally flat when she gives The Polish Pitbull’s puppies an Avalanche Double Stomp!
HEAVEN FORBID!
youtu.be/Ee-EpkTTsiY?t=288
OOOOHHH!!!
There’s a thousands-strong groan of sympathy for Dadal and her Triple D’s momentarily turned A’s.
Dadal weakly kicks her feet as she looks down with a face stricken with agony as she sees Heaven standing on her sure to be bruised tit-flesh.
Heaven gives the LAW Dog an uncharacteristically spiteful grind of her soles before leaping up and stretching out at her apex, thwapping down across Danica’s chest with a Standing Splash. Danica lets out a shriek as her abused puppies take another beating and her legs jerk high into the air. Heather grabs one of the rubbery stems and pulls it in for a pinfall.
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Danica shoves free and turns onto her side at the very last moment but can’t do anything other than cradle her aching gurls.
Heaven lets out a huff of frustration and gives Danica a chiding smack on the bottom, “You’ve been big talkin’ me all match and you’ve barely been in the business more than me.”
She shoves a faintly resisting Danica onto her belly and kneels behind the sister blonde; Hughes folds Danica’s right leg into the pit of her left knee and traps them painfully into a slanted X as she leans forward and takes the Pitbull in a hellacious Neck Crank
SANTA MONICA MAGIC
youtu.be/SDj0EqYKWY4?t=961
Danica flails her arms wildly and shrieks like a trapped animal! Heaven has to yell over cringing cries to be heard, “After you tap, I want an apology!”
But instead, with Heaven’s dirty blonde locks within reach, Dadal grabs a handful of hair, yanking as hard as the awkward position will allow. It’s enough to pull Hughes off balance, the Golden State Warrior falling to her side and losing her grip. Realizing her Magic’s been lost, Heaven disengages fully and scrambles to her feet, reaching them as Danica’s only made it to her knees.
Approaching from behind, Hughes steps one leg over the Pitbull’s left shoulder and follows suit on the opposite side. Locking her ankles, Heaven squeezes Danica’s skull between her sinewy thighs, the standing head scissors turning the former Squire’s face rosy.
Heaven’s features twists in an adorable snarl as she sends as much energy into her stems as possible, Danica fruitlessly prying at the flexing limbs.
Realizing another way to escape before her consciousness is drained further must be found, Daddy wraps her arms around Hughes’ legs and uses her powerful curves to push up beneath Heaven. Hughes’ dark pools go wide with anxiety as Dadal get one leg beneath, then another, the Babiest of Faces suddenly high on Danica’s shoulders and in dire straits.
Heaven’s arms pinwheel as she tries to remain in place and keep her scissors relevant. Hughes reaches for the Pitbull’s mane with her left hand, ready to ball her right into a fist and pound Daddy’s pate until she regains control. But before one blow lands, Danica lays out, in turn sending Heaven from on high, Hughes CRASHING to her spine and the back of her skull by and Electric Chair Drop.
Electric Chair Drop ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1X12oiDdhQ )
Hughes cradles the back of her braincase, bare feet pattering against the canvas, having been separated from Dadal by the landing. Danica is slow to capitalize however, rolling to her chest and pushing to hands and knees but seemingly stuck, massaging her lower back persistently, her vertebrae giving her pause as she tries to rise.
The FAWNatics cheer both women on, trying to refill each with the strength to continue the battle, chanting ‘FIGHT…FOREVER!’ toward the depleted blondes. Heaven and Danica respond, pushing slowly to their feet, reaching upright simultaneously. They lean into each other in a collar-and-elbow that looks more out of convenience so they can prop themselves against the other.
Slowly and surely, it’s the curvier Polish Pitbull gaining the leverage. She puts Hughes into a backpedal until Heaven’s back is against the buckles. Pivoting, Dadal loads her right arm for throwing and SNAPS Heaven’s head back with a European Uppercut, the impact so wicked, it almost seems Hughes’ noggin will be dislodged.
It remains in place but clearly a portion of the Golden State Warrior’s senses have fled, Hughes leaning heavily into the corner. Another uppercut loosens Heaven’s legs in addition to her jaw and Hughes plops to a seat in front of the corner, her head bobbling like a giveaway doll at a ballpark.
With the noob adjacent to Dream Street, Daddy strides down the length of the ring and ascends her own set of buckles, reaching the top, turning and eyeing O’Neal’s one-time protégé from long distance. The crowd knows what Danica can do from here, but they still seem unable to comprehend she’ll try considering the risk.
Risk she does, leaping from her perch and going coast-to-coast to drop a leg below the belt, Dadal’s calf and heel splitting Heaven’s wickets, RAMMING her foe’s unprotected undercarriage.
Hughes’ eyes roll white as the wave of misery washes through her body from below, Dadal’s ‘I’m Your Daddy’ certainly appearing to give Daddy custody of this match.
Danica rubs some of the sting out of her bruised tailbone as she rises. The Polish Pitbull grabs Hughes’ ankles, pulling Heaven out of her fetal ball and dragging Heaven to center stage.
Danica pulls Hughes’ captured legs wide, in an extended ‘V’ then lifts her right boot and lets it hover.
“I said I wouldn’t do it unless you provoked me,” Danica growls.
Heaven’s raises and extends her arms, ‘washing windows’ with her palms, silently pleading.
“Consider me provoked!”
THWAM!
The boot BLASTS Heaven’s already wounded privates. Hughes sits bolt upright, eyes welling then gushing in quick succession, as the pain from her kitty is crushing.
Dadal imperiously tosses Heaven’s leaden legs away.
“That’s on you, new girl. Totally on you.”
Hughes implodes around her center, hands burying between her thighs, the crowd jeering Daddy at her ‘win at any cost’ extralegal attack.
Danica turns her attention to the throngs, shaking her head.
“If you’re looking for an apology,” Dadal shouts, “you’re out of damn luck. Just like this noob!”
Danica leans over and sinks her nails into Heaven’s scalp, pulling her foe out of the ball and up to stooped feet. With Hughes frozen, the Pitbull scoops the cherub off the deck, one palm ending pressed into her foe’s lower pelvis, the other in the cleft of her foe’s bosom.
Showing incredible power, Danica sends Heaven heavenward with a military press.
Daddy holds it long enough to give some money shots to the photogs before tossing Hughes away like so much flotsam, Heaven plummeting to the deck via a Military Press Slam.
Military Press Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHgPb3FBxBk ) 1:03
Hughes’ spine arches in anguish from the ring-rattling impact, adding to her growing list of bodily hot spots.
Danica dusts of her hands dramatically but realizes there’s still work to be done as she approaches the beleaguered Santa Monica beach blonde.
Hughes slowly sits up, she’s aged 30 years since the start of the match, but she’s trying her best to rally and get back in the fight. She’ll have to wait just a bit longer; Danica steps between Hughes's splayed legs and bends down to take her in a Headlock as she takes Heaven’s arm over her neck.
Heaven and the crowd are alarmed once again at Danica's strength as she starts to deadlift the former GSW wrestler from a seat on the mat to straight in the air with a Suplex.
www.youtube.com/shorts/8d_Ws6sByTw
Is her power in her boobs? ponders Heaven as she arcs past the apex of the throw and splats back first against the covered plywood. Danica transitions into a cover by pulling in her legs and backrolling into a full-body pin, it may have been an accident or out of spite, but Danica's triple Ds slap down on Heaven's face.
ONE …
TWO…
THR- Heaven gets a shoulder up!
Hughes jerks to the side, dislodging Dadal and freeing her face from the LAW wrestler's mounds. A frustrated Danica rolls onto her fours and pounds a fist into the mat “Dammit!” and stands up, Heaven remaining on the ground, writhing from accumulated damage and holding onto this match with a death grip.
Daddy Dadal backs into the ropes near a cameraman and measures the distance to the horizontal Hughes, muttering to herself, “Alright. Time to stop stalling. Get on the path to gold.”
The camera zooms in on the salacious Squire's ass as she bends over, broadcasting her beauteous behind tightly wrapped in spandex to the thousands in attendance through the FAWNtron. Danica reaches behind and takes two handfuls of cheek meat, there's a tearing sound as Danica’s pants tear perfectly in two revealing a sexy, not-quite-a-thong bikini bottom coloured in the red and white of the Polish flag.
Danica straightens up, slips her fingers between the straining buttons of her top and rrrips it off, tossing the scraps to the frothing fans in the front row. Her mountainous mammaries were now covered in a nearly-not-there bikini top, each cup bearing the stars and stripes of the U.S.A.
“‘I’m an international star!” Danica yells triumphantly as she bursts into a run, her softer parts jiggling in the patterns of her ancestral and home countries. As she nears the vulnerable Heaven, Danica jumps into the air, pulling her knees into her chin for a retaliatory stomp to Heaven’s less sizable but still lovely charms.
Dadal’s white boots shoot downward- and stomp on the canvas, Hughes rolling out of the way!
Fueled by desperation, The Golden State Warrior’s injuries fade for a moment allowing her to sweep Dadal’s legs, dropping her on her bottom and sending a wave of motion through her fulsome front.
Hughes surges up with Daddy’s ankles in hand, stretching her legs into a V; Heaven steps a leg through Danica’s and places it outside of her hip before bending Danica’s left leg across her own. Heaven turns away and leans back into a bridge with Dadal’s straightened right leg in hand, upending the LAW lady onto her shoulders in the tightest cover Danica’s experienced in her career.
Hughes’ Hassle
youtu.be/QvyansBUDDY?t=174
ONE….
TWO…
THRE- Danica bucks free!!!
Heaven’s Hail Mary will not bring forth a Deus Ex Machina!
Danica explodes from under Heaven into a full handstand before timbering to the mat.
Heaven is thrown into a roll and comes to a stop on her elbows, shocked and dismayed she didn’t get the win. The debuting darling pushes to her feet, whispering to herself “...Dammit.” And tries to muster the strength to put this damned Daddy down!
Heaven stalks a slowly rising Dadal who’s getting to her feet with the help of the ropes. She reaches for the bustier blonde when Danica’s hands lash out and grab Heaven by the waistline of her boy-cut trunks, yanking her forward into the cables.
Heaven hits the top strand across her throat and stumbles back choking. Danica positions herself behind Heaven and grabs The Babiest of Faces by the inner thigh and chin and hoists the Lightweight belly up on her shoulders. With a roar that’s far less intimidating than she’d like, Danica lifts a foot and drops to the mat, driving Heaven into the deck with a Burning Hammer!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZe8shIrT58
OOOOHHH!!!!!
The FAWNatics clutch their pearls seeing Hughes suffer such a devastating attack. Colleen O’Neal’s student lies on the ring floor twitching in pain while Danica gets up in stages, looking sore as heck. She looks down at Hughes and lets out an exasperated huff the Californian is still trying to get up and get back in the fight.
“Goddamn, you have fight, I will give you that.” Danica kneels in a straddle high on Heaven’s chest and intertwines their fingers.
‘Tell you what, I’ll mend fences by buying you a couple of drinks afterwards, alright? There’s only one blonde I plan to fight forever and she’s the IC champion.”
Danica pushes their hands straight away from their heads and lowers her bosom over Heaven’s face. With unfocused eyes, Heaven peers into the oncoming abyss of Danica’s cleavage and utters a protest before her face is swallowed by silky flesh.
“NooMhwp!”
Daddy Dadal shimmies her shoulders to settle her breasts around Hughes’ features in the perfect position and finds it after a few seconds of wriggling. The Polish Pitbull bites back a gasp feeling Hughes’ mouth suckling for breath, trying to find air, the rookie’s eyelashes tickling her skin; feeling flushed Danica thinks I should have been doing this move forever ago!
Danica rides out the worst of Heaven’s thrashings and eventually, the defiant young woman falls still. Dadal gives Heaven’s face a few testing scrubs before offering the official her foe’s hand to test. He drops it once… twice… and thrice! She’s out! The official frantically motions for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!!!
“Your winner via knockout…. Danica Dadal!!!!
Danica’s smile is bright and mischievous as she hears the announcer proclaim her victory, she raises her teats off the unconscious Heaven, revealing her red and greasy face to the camera.
Danica takes her hands and rubs them up, down and between her breasts.
“Nice fight.”
She flicks her hands, spraying Heaven’s face with a mist of their combined sweat and Hughes’ own drool, some of the spray catching on her tongue as she takes in heavy breaths.
Danica stands over her defeated opponent as the referee raises her left hand.
Daddy motions a hand across her waist.
The next time she’s in a FAWN ring, she’s getting a belt.