Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:28:37 GMT
A hot, dangerous wind blew over those assembled for Slaybor Day as a brunette terror returned to impose her will upon the squared circle she called a kingdom. The Desert Flower hadn't been seen for some time, yet absence clearly didn't make the heart grow fonder if the boos of the FAWNatics were any indication. Nor did her absence make the princess any less dangerous, as she'd waged war with many of FAWN's lightweight legends and cooled off many 'hot' prospects when they dared enter her four-sided court.
The music playing puts the fans in the mind of some far off bazaar brimming with intrigue and far more importantly, danger. This impression only grew stronger when the arena darkened and colored lights swung around wildly. Amidst it all, emerging from a puff cloud of smoke came the Jewel of Jordan, Princess Alia Saad appearing on the stage. For her battle tonight, Alia’s shapely frame was clad in a brown two-tone two-piece, the bottoms a darker brown with lacy trim around the waist. The top was a lighter brown with a darker lacy trim lining the Sand Snake’s cleavage. Over the top the Desert Flower wore a brown vest then hung open to offer an excellent view of the royal rack. She also sported brown leather wristbands, as well as matching pads. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of mid-calf wrestling boots with Sand Snakes curled around each boot. The Princess wasn’t interested in greeting fans or making them like her, the peasants weren’t fit to feed her camels.
The Ring Announcer made her arrival official. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Amman, Jordan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds. She is the Jewel of Jordan…. The Sand Snake… ALIA SAAD!”
ALIA SAAD:
Climbing the steps to the ring apron, Alia wiped her boots as she moved to the center of the near side and waited. Merle never hesitated, he immediately hurried over and held the strands wide so the Princess could slip through. No salutes or wild gyrations from the Desert Flower, she’s not here to impress anyone. Walking to her corner the brunette checked her own gear, then leaned against the turnbuckles where she waited to give the impudent peasant a beating she won’t soon forget.
The crowd was still wasting precious breath trying to make Alia acknowledge their dislike when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Slaybor Day masses sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to sassy determination in the face of challenge before her, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight's row with the Jewel of Jordan, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Merle and offered her wrists and elbows for inspection.
“I notice you didn't check the Princess' pads. You sure she's not packing a weapon?”
“She could be, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Last time I tried to an inspection she threatened me with scorpions!”
“Scorpions?!” Stroud's eyes went wide. “Well that's just rude. I think I'll have to have a word with her highness about how she treats you.”
“Oh, don't trouble yourself on my account, Bridget.”
Bridget turned her attention to the other brunette as she settled into the buckles. “Don't worry about it, Merle. It's no problem at all.”
The bell sounded and Stroud exited the corner with no hesitation. The same could not be said of Saad, who remained steadfast with her elbows resting on the top rope, the brunette's posture oozing disdain for her opposition. Merle read this just as well as anyone, yet he kept his tone diplomatic when he said, “Bell's sounded, Alia. Let's get it to the center, OK?”
Alia sniffed in irritation. “I think not. That grubby little urchin could be hiding all sorts of weapons in those filthy trunks. Check her again and perhaps I'll consider sullying my hands with her.”
“I've already inspected you both, Alia.” the ref mustered more patience than he thought possible. “Neither of you were--”
“It's fine, Merle.” Stroud interrupted from her place a few steps behind. “You can check me again. That way she doesn't have any excuses when I beat her in the middle of this ring.”
Saad did not deign to answer such insolence, she only flicked a hand at Merle who sighed and turned his attention to Bridget. “Wrists, if you please.” Stroud obliged him and the official took great pains to check her wraps and elbow-pads. Finding nothing, he hunched forward slightly and tapped her left knee. Bridget raised it, Merle inspected the pad and her boot, then repeated the same perusal on the brunette's right--
A warning cry from the FAWNatics when Saad exploded out of the corner and lashed out with a Clothesline that would've taken Stroud's head off if the former rock climber hadn't ducked at just the right moment! Busting out a quick half-turn from her crouch, Bridget surged forward, wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist and muscled Alia into the air only to drop the Jewel of Jordan onto her chest and tummy with a amateur style Takedown!
“Sneaking punk.” Bridget muttered as she skidded forward to dig her knees into the flattened fighter's flanks. “Should've known you'd try some cheap shit like that!”
Hissing in disgust at the upstart's touch, Saad pushed up on her palms only to get knocked flat again when Stroud cuffed her across the shoulders with a quick Forearm Smash. Two more Forearms to the nape of Alia's neck let Minnesota Wild grab a shoulder and pull the princess onto one side, which let Stroud extend her legs for a rib-crunching Bodyscissors. Pushed up on an elbow to get a better angle on the action, Stroud punished the squirming beauty with a single prolonged squeeeeeeeeeeeeze, then mussed Alia's long locks just because she could. “No hidden weapons, isn't that right, cutie?” Bridget chided. “Just more power, speed and skill than you know what to doOOOOOWWWWW!”
Saad couldn't free herself from the taller brunette's legs so she crooked her right hand into a claw and raked it over Bridget's thigh no less than half a dozen times! “Break your grip, insect.” Alia demanded even as she grabbed onto her attacker's leg and tried to rip off a handful. “Before I decide to draw blooNGH! NGH! NGH! AAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Stroud snatched hold of Saad's hair in one hand, pushed her head forward and delivered a trio of rapid Forearm Smashes to the base of her skull! Hardly satisfied with simple bludgeoning, she locked an S-grip over her opponent's face and jerked it back and forth to scrape her knuckles against Saad's mouth and nose. “You wanna roughhouse, is that it, huh? That's fine with me princess, too bad you didn't bring any bodyguards to save your ass when I start running away with OOOOOWWWWWW BITING!”
Alia was indeed gnawing away at her adversary's left thumb, having grabbed hold of Stroud's wrists to halt the aggressive abrasion. Dismayed by how quickly his charges had descended into catfight nastiness, Merle dropped to one knee beside the snarling brunettes and said, “All right ladies, lets break it up and keep this clean! C'mon now, break those holds and stand it up!” Alas, neither seemed inclined to follow this request so the ref cleared grimaced and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Alia and Bridget relinquished their respective grips and tumbled in opposite directions, each scrambling to one knee while keeping a wary eye on the other. “You'll pay for laying an aggressive hand on me, insect.” Saad said with all of her usual composure. “Tonight you learn a lesson in respecting your bett--”
“I guess you brought back-up after all.” Stroud snapped. “Because there's no way in hell you're better than NNNHHHH!”
Alia doubled Bridget over with a Toe Kick to the belly, then crooked her fingers into hooks and scored the taller brunette from the small of her back to between her shoulders! Bridget cried out and straightened up, allowing Saad to answer those earlier Forearm Smashes with a single whistling overhand SLAP to the American's chest! Bridget yelped and pressed a hand to that new welt, so Alia draped an arm across the back of her head, then pulled her down and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut offa Stroud's chin!
Sweet Disaster swung away in a woozy half swoon and Alia gave chase with her hands crooked and raised to shoulder level. But rather than rake Stroud again, she slipped her fingers into opposing bra-strap, yanked it out as far as the material would allow, then pulled away to snap it across Bridget's bare back with a loud CRACK! “BITCH!” Stroud cried out and stumbled awkwardly before regaining her balance upon reaching the rop--“HHHUUURRRGGHHHH!”
Alia barreled into her from behind, then reached under the top rope with both hands and snatched a double handful of hair so she could yank Bridget's throat down against the rubber-coated steel! “As if I'd need a second to deal with filth!” Saad sneered as she began to throttle Stoud in earnest. “I humble trash like you without ever breaking a sweat, the fact that some idiot in FAWN's executive ranks thinks you're worthy of my time is as mystifying as it is insulting!”
The Jewel of Jordan had made no effort whatsoever to be covert about her illegal attack so Merle was already sidled up beside the action asking for another break. Alia nodded in sympathetic understanding, then climbed onto the bottom rope and jounced up and down to exacerbate the other brunette's suffering! With Bridget's face turning an ugly shade of red, the official bypassed a warning in favor of a count that reached 'FOUR!' a bit quicker than Saad would have liked.
Hopping off her mount with both hands raised to profess her innocence, Alia glanced at Merle and murmured, “You would be wise to avoid my attention, little man.” Merle didn't offer a response, not that Saad would've paid attention to anything coming from his worthless mouth. Instead she palmed Stroud's left shoulder, turned her around on the ropes and promptly rocked her back on her heels with another European Uppercut. The proximity of the strands meant Bridget didn't have anywhere to go, yet there were still noticeable groans from those in attendance when she slumped wobbly butt with her arms draped over the top rope. Smirking as she took in her foe's disheveled state, Saad made a point of mussing Stroud's hair before she laid her hands on the American's chest and clamped down 'til her knuckles showed white!
“Eeeerrrggghhhhh bitch!” Bridget shook her head 'no' and tried to stand up only to absorb a Kneelift to the belly.
“Watch your tone around your betters.” Alia chided as she continued to grope, knead and maul her opponent's breasts. “Unless of course you're ready to submit. Then you can bawl and sob as loud as you liHHHRRGGHHH!”
Sweet Disaster freed her arms and immediately wrapped them around the other brunette's waist to haul her up on tiptoes with a huge Bear Hug! Tromping to the middle of the ring with Alia pushing and swatting at her arms, Bridget hopped in place a few times, then shook the puffing princess like a rag-doll. “Let's hear you bawl, princess!” Stroud growled as she poured on even more pressure. “Make sure it's nice and loud, I want everyone in the arena to hear yoMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Saad plunged both hands into Bridget's hair and forced her startled face against the Jordanian's heaving chest! “Silence, insect!” Alia cupped her elbows for extra leverage and squeezed as hard as she could in hopes of smashing Stroud's nose against her sternum. “I'll hear nothing more from you unless it's abject surrendHHRRRGGHHH!”
Bridget went up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee, Minnesota Wild proving she was anything but defenseless by THUMPING Alia's crotch atop her thigh with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Sucking in a rough breath when she prized free of Saad's Front Sleeper, Stroud pounded the shorter wrestler's tummy with a Toe Kick of her own, then reeled her into a Front Facelock and slung Alia's near arm across her shoulders. Grips set, she dipped her knees and muscled the Jewel of Jordan all the way to high noon, much to the delight of the FAWNatics. Not content to simply deposit Alia on the deck, Bridget set her feet and held the stall until those assembled started to tally the seconds. 'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...' Saad bicycled her legs frantically and Stroud wobbled in place but didn't go down. The Princess wouldn't stop fighting though and her resistance forced Bridget to stagger and adjust until--
A concerned gasp echoed through the arena when Stroud tossed Saad over the top rope, though this gave way to relief when Alia landed on her feet on the apron rather than facedown on the floor. Separated by nothing more than the rubber-coated steel, the brunettes shared an angry snarl before Alia slapped Bridget and Bridget slapped Alia right back. Then their hands were in the other's hair and they were pulling for all they were worth to gain lasting control over the heretofore mercurial contest.
Roughhousing was never really an issue in FAWN, but at this point Merle thought the pro wrestlers were acting more Sorority Girls on a Saturday night. So he moved closer and noted, “Ladies, lets break this up and get back to wrestling.”
The two snarling brunettes don't answer, and the taller Stroud pulled up on Alia’s locks forcing the shorter Princess to step up on the bottom rope, then the middle strand. Heads were yanked side to side, but the purple clad American turned her back to the ropes and yanked forward, Hairmaring Alia over the ropes and Bridget’s shoulder flipping her to the canvas.
The loud grunt could be heard escaping Alia’s lips, even over the rattling of the ring as the Jewel of Jordan lands bent kneed on the mat. Both women lost their grips on each other, which allowed Stroud to turn to Merle with a smile. “There, back in the ring and no hair pulling.”
Minnesota Wild raised her boot and stomped down quickly on the swell of Alia’s left breast, the Desert Flower sitting up with both arms folded protectively across her breasts. Merle asked Bridget to step away from the ropes, to which Stroud smiled and nodded as she skipped past Saad, and then sent a Back Kick into Alia’s torso knocking her back to the canvas so there'd be no interruption when she raised her arms for a brawny double bicep flex.
Alia, looking unhappy with the last few moments, rolled over onto her knees and grabbed the top rope to pull herself back to her feet. Fuming in anger, the Desert Flower hooked her fingers in her bottoms and snapped them back over her buttocks before turning around. “You’ll pay for your insolence.”
Merle, trying to keep things from devolving into a catfight again, warned, “Settle it with wrestling, ladies.”
Bridget smirked, “I would Merle, but I’m not sure her Highness knows how.”
Saad snarled, “You brazen insect, you’ll regret your remarks.”
For the moment it appeared the combatants had settled into wrestling, a Collar and Elbow Lock-Up was followed by the two brunettes seemingly trying to out-skill the other. Bridget ducked under applying a Waistlock, Saad reversed that move into a Hammerlock. Bridget winced as her hands were pushed up past the center of her back, but then she leaned forward and moved her hips to reverse the Hammerlock. Stroud didn't wait transferring to a Side Headlock on the Jewel, pulling Alia in a circle before the Desert Flower peppers the former rock climber’s lower back with about half a dozen stiff forearm shots, then shoved Bridget off into the ropes.
Stroud turned, hitting the ropes on her back and springing right to the waiting Jewel of Jordan. Alia hooked her arm under Bridget’s and Arm Dragged the other brunette over, Stroud hit, rolled and popped to her feet. As quick as the former rock climber reached her feet, the Desert Flower was there to meet her and brought her thigh up across Bridget’s tummy before forcing her into the ropes again. Saad gripped Bridget’s shoulder and wrist, sending her across the ring. Bridget sprinted to the far side, hair bouncing as she went, while Alia followed, ready to leap.
The FAWNantics watched in rapture as the brunettes bore down on each other, Alia leaping in the air. Many in the crowd thought the athletic Stroud would duck under and continue on, but instead she caught the Desert Flower and turned whatever Saad had in mind into a Sit-Out Powerbomb that brought a roar from the crowd as the pair THWHAMMED into the canvas. Bridget hooked her boots over the Princess’s extended arms as Merle slid down to the canvas and with a quick look started the count.
ONE…
TWO…
Alia’s legs slammed together, clapping Stroud on either side of the head to give Saad enough room to roll out of the rock climber’s grip and get to her feet. Stunned slightly by the clap of Alia’s legs, Stroud sat on the canvas as the Desert Flower made a short leap throwing her boots forward and Dropkicking the other brunette in the chest. The FAWNatics shouted their displeasure at the turn of events.
The Jewel of Jordan shook her head as she easily beat Stroud to vertical. Reaching down, Alia grabbed Bridget by the right wrist and elbow and pulled her back to her feet. Her grips shifted quickly and Saad yanked the America into a hammering Short-Arm Clothesline that staggered Bridget further. Alia put her hand to Stroud’s breast and pushed her back before reeling her into a second Short-Arm Clothesline! Bridget’s head snapped back wildly as she stumbled away, but the Desert Flower only allowed Stroud to go as far as the length of their extended arms. Alia yanked on the limb again to deliver a third blow to Bridget, but Minnesota Wild popped up and brought a hammering Forearm Smash down across Alia’s ample cleavage.
The crowd let out a cheer as their girl fought back while Alia turned with arms across her bosom and her face pinched in pain. Bridget, seeing a chance to repay earlier deeds, hooked three fingers inside the back strap of Alia’s top and pulled it to the limits of the fabric before letting it snap back with a flesh cracking sound. Alia wailed and stumbled for the ropes in front of her as she reached their safety she turned to Merle and barked, “Keep that drudge back!”
Stroud paused mid-stride, her face scrunching in confusion as Saad's words hit her ears. “Drudge?”she asked. “What the hell is a drudge?”
“Look in the mirror, assuming you can afford one.” Alia sneered in reply. “That's all you need to know!”
“Someone working hard at boring or menial labor.” Merle noted quietly. “It's not a compliment.”
“Said one drudge to another!” Alia taunted. “Now do your job and keep her back!”
The ref moved in like he thought Bridget meant to close in anyway, but Sweet Disaster raised her hands to shoulder level and took a few steps back. “It's OK, Merle. I guess I am a drudge because I've been tossing trash around the ring ever since Princess here waddled her way through the--”
“INSOLENT WHORE!” Saad launched herself off the strands and into a Collar & Elbow that was really just an excuse for the brunettes to grab a handful of hair while grinding the heel of her palm across the other woman's mouth! Anger and aggression allowed Alia to take advantage first, the Jewel of Jordan hooking an arm around the back of Stroud's head just to pull her down and straighten her up with a forearm THWHAPPED across the former rock climber's jaw! The European Uppercut snapped Bridget's head back, but apparently not far enough for Alia's liking because she stepped after her and followed up with a Bitch Slap that echoed throughout the lower deck.
“You will learn RESPECT!” Saad jabbed an index finger into her opponent's sternum to get the point across. “The mere fact of my presence in this ring is the greatest gift ever bestowed upon your paltry little existence, so you will drop to your knees and EEERRRGGHHH!”
Stroud swatted that hand aside, palmed the back of Alia's noggin and doubled her over to return the European Uppercut that'd so recently caromed offa her jaw. Saad hissed and turned away, the veteran instinctively raising an arm to protect her face should the impudent insect decide to tag on her own slap. Bridget didn't, instead she lunged after her foe and shot in low to wrap her arms around Alia's bronzed midsection. “HHUUFFFGGHHH!”
The air rushed from Saad's lungs when Stroud hoisted her up, twisted her around and dropped to all fours, driving the Princess into the canvas! Bear Hug still secure after they'd hit the deck, Bridget set her chin between Alia's neck and left shoulder and gouged away at the soft flesh. Jostling her hips from side to side even as the other brunette groaned aloud, Minnesota Wild huffed, “How are you going to teach me something you know nothing about? Huh, Princess? C'mon, answer me!”
Pretty face pinched in pain and anger, Saad remained silent as she scrambled to escape the drudge's grasp, though the best she could manage was getting to a seat after several seconds of hard wrestling. “Fate has granted me the privilege of never having to explain myself to gutter-dwelling trash.” Saad grabbed hold of Bridget's wrists and pulled hard, but Stroud squeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder, which forced the brunette to shake her head 'no' when Merle asked if she wanted to surrender.
“Be careful how you talk to me, Alia.” Bridget huffed in her ear. “Last chick who made a habit of calling me trash ended up sobbing for mercy in front of the whole worlNNNNGGHHH!”
Alia's head had slumped forward so Stroud adjusted to stay close and this proved a mistake because the Jordanian beauty snapped backward to smash the base of her skull into the other brunette's left cheek! The grip around her midsection loosened considerably and Saad tore her way free en route to regaining her verticality. Bridget however was down on all fours in the wake of the Headbutt so Alia made things a little more unpleasant with a few stomps to the lower back and several more Overhand Forearm Smashes to the back of the neck.
“Don't even think about standing without my permission!” Alia noted after a heavy Double Axehandle confirmed Bridget remained penitent for a moment longer. “I alone will grant you the ability to rise!”
“Oh, kiss my assSEERRRGGHHH!”
Stroud's defiance gave way to a breathless groan when Saad leaned down and cinched both arms around her waist. Gutwrench drawn tight, Alia hauled Bridget to her feet, then swung in a circle so she could better display the drudge's inferior backside to the whole of the miserable audience. After a pair of hard slaps ensured there was no doubt about possession, the Jewel of Jordan dipped down and bridged back to sling Bridget up, over and down, Sweet Disaster meeting the canvas-sheathed plywood with an awful THAWHUMP courtesy of Saad's Gutwrench Suplex!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjFfHvwfYZc
Stroud bounced to a seat and clutched at her lower back, unfortunately she fell prey to a much less tolerable sort of clutch only moments later when Alia shoveled her onto her stomach and climbed aboard, the brown-clad battler delivering a heavy Butt Bomb to her aching spine in the process. “You will kiss my feet before this night is over, drudge.” Alia grabbed onto Bridget's biceps and tugged them backward, drawing the other brunette's arms across the bronze planes of her thighs. “And you will beg me for the pleasure of doing so. But first, I will cure you of this damnable insolence!”
On that note the Princess laced her fingers beneath Bridget's chin, then hunched forward and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to lock the Camel Clutch in tight!
Bridget’s boots began drumming on the canvas as her back and neck were stretched. Merle knelt a safe distance out in front of the pair, and, giving Bridget a chance, he waited about ten seconds before asking if she was finished. Stroud, her eyes flashing in anger, growled a 'no' through clenched teeth. The time ticked by with the Jewel of Jordan alternating the pressure she applied to work the hold effectively. Eventually she leaned forward and cooed, “You should have surrendered.”
Bridget started to hiss a response, but cried out as Alia slipped her hand inside the white and purple cup of her top and worked Stroud’s right breast. Sweet Disaster’s feet really drummed the canvas for several seconds her soft flesh was tortured. When the Desert Flower finally removef her hand, Bridget snarled, “Slut!”
Alia sneered at the American and hooked her arms under Bridget’s lifting her before she shoved her back to the canvas face first. The crowd booed loudly as the Jewel of Jordan took a stroll around Sweet Disaster, then worked a boot beneath her tummy so she could roll Stroud to her back. Without any warning, Saad straddled Bridget and dropped her ass down on to the brunette’s chest with a Seated Senton. The former rock climber’s legs popped off the mat and fell back as Alia remained on her throne and motioned Merle to count.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4h--RdM5U
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget got her hands on Alia’s hips and shoved hard enough to force Alia off, then rolled away trying to regroup. The Desert Flower popped to her feet after being ejected by Stroud, the Princess gave her bottoms a quick adjustment with the snap of two fingers. Never short of confidence, The Jewel of Jordan kept her back turned on the American for too long as she thought Bridget was more hurt than she really was. When Alia did turn around, she found Bridget airborne as Minnesota Wild crashed into Alia with a Crossbody that took the Jordanian to the canvas.
Bridget rolled beyond the floored Alia and hurried to her feet while Alia rolled over and started to rise. Stroud threw herself into the ropes and rebounded at top speed, racing back at Saad to leap as Alia reached her knees. Bridget’s padded knee slammed into Saad’s chest just above the cleavage knocking her back to the canvas as the American landed and rolled right back on top of the Desert Flower and hooked a leg.
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEESTRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
Merle was on the spot and raised his hand.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
The Desert Flower bolted out of the pinning predicament and turned to her side, one hand pressed to her chest where Bridget’s knee had struck.
Merle showed two fingers to the Timekeeper and when he turned around he had to scramble out of the way as Bridget was on Alia again! Arms wrapped around Saad's waist, she lifted lift her up Gutwrench style, then flipped her over and dropped to her knees, just Powerbombing the ever lovin' crap outta the Jewel of Jordan! The FAWNatics popped as Alia shivered on the canvas, seemed they loved the gut-churning offensive combination.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIzEux9rN7U
Alia bounced off the thinly-padded plywood and groaned, rolling to her stomach with a hand pressed to aching back. Not wanting to let up on the Jewel of Jordan, Bridget crawled over, took a seat on Alia’s upturned rump and gripped both biceps laying them across the American’s thighs. The FAWNatics roared at the top of their lungs as Bridget repaid the Camel Clutch to Alia, indeed they were so loud Merle wondered if he’d be able to hear if Alia did submit. Hands cupped on the Princess' chin, Stroud pulled back until Alia’s neck and back were nearly at a ninety degree angle to the mat.
Merle hoped Alia could hear as he asked if she wants to continue, but the Desert Flower promptly cursed him and declined. For many seconds Stroud tried to wring a submission out of the heel, yet Alia refused. As it became clear that Alia wouldn't give up to the Clutch, Bridget eyes narrowed and she decided to get the pound of flesh owed her. Stroud went with a cross grip, right hand to left breast and left hand to right breast as she somehow made room for her hands inside Alia’s already full top. What followed was nearly twenty seconds of mauling dished out by Minnesota Wild, the Desert Flower screaming and cursing through it as the crowd continued to roar deafening levels.
Alia slipped one arm off Bridget’s thigh, which seemed to be the cue for Stroud to remove her hands as to not get caught in the proverbial cookie jar. Sweet Disaster shoved Alia to the canvas and backed away to consider her next move.
Saad's up fast despite the punishment she'd endured in the Camel Clutch, the affront of having Stroud's unworthy touch find its way beneath her top providing more than enough adrenaline to fight through the pain. Fixing the other brunette with a hard, challenging smile, Bridget earned a loud round of cheers when she made a show of cupping / adjusting her girls.
“What's the matter, Princess?” she asked. “You can dish it out, but you can't take--”
Alia stormed into the breach and earned some cheers of her own with a brazen chest-check that rocked Stroud back on her heels.
“It will take far more than the contents of your meager arsenal to even test my mettle, let alone defeat me.” she proclaimed. “Yet it seems you still believe you can compete with me at any level and for that...” Alia raised her right hand overhead and curled it into a claw beckoning Bridget forward. “I shall make you kneel before me.”
Stroud shook her head in amazement, but didn't bother answering with words. Instead she closed in, hoisted her left hand and SMECKED it against Saad's waiting palm. Their fingers locked and Minnesota Wild raised her other hand to complete the Test of Stre--“RRRRGGGHHHH!” Stroud cried out in shock and pain when rather than double down on the Knuckle-Lock, Alia fastened her free hand to the other brunette's right breast and squeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her considerable might!
“What's this, knees already trembling? Eyes already watering?” Saad chided as her cattily-modified Test of Strength made Bridget groan through clenched teeth. “I thought someone with your resolve would at least be able to match my grip for a moment, but it seems you're just as weak and ineffective as the rest of the 'women' on this ros--” Alia's eyes went from smug to deadly serious as Stroud found the outline of her right nipple and clamped down on it through the thin lycra of her top. A single sharp twist took Alia's breath away but it did nothing to her resolve, in fact she bore down that much harder on her own grip and was delighted to see Bridget grind her teeth against the pain.
“You may be a formidable athlete, but you are an utterly unremarkable woman.” Saad explained to her wincing adversary. “And that is why you will always falter and fade into the background when compared to the Jewel of Jord--”
Another sharp twist from Bridget meant Alia's words clogged in her throat. “I've worked for everything I've ever had, Princess.” Stroud huffed. “And much as you won't believe it, submitting your pampered ass doesn't even rank in top hundred hardest OOOFFFFHHH!”
Alia stuffed a Kneelift into the American's tummy, wrenched her hand free of the knuckle-lock and quickly tagged a slap across her face before clamping down on a second Breast Claw! Adding a malicious back-and-forth twist of her wrists to the already awful grip, Saad demanded, “On your knees! I won't let you submit until you KNEELOOOWWWW!”
Bridget answered back with a second pincer that forced Alia up on tiptoe by sheer eye-watering nastiness. “I don't care if you kneel, you can submit whenever you want, baby!” Stroud snarled as the linked brunettes began to stomp around in an awkward little circle. “You can do it on your feet or you can do it on your back with my ass on your faNNNGGHHH!”
Alia pounded a pair of Kneelifts into Stroud's tummy, then abandoned the claw grips so she could snatch hold of Bridget's hair and yank her into a Headbutt! “Very, very unwise to threaten me with such treatment, insect.” Saad purred. “That's the sort of talk that will get you crushed beneath the heel of my boWHOOAAAUUUGGHH!”
Stroud shoved Alia away at the cost of several strands of hair, then bent down, grabbed her ankles and yanked them out from underneath! Alia landed on her back but immediately twisted onto her stomach and made it to her knees. That's when Sweet Disaster rushed in and caught a wrist in each hand to pull Saad's forearms tight against her own throat in a Straitjacket. Dropping to a seat behind the other brunette, Bridget braced her feet against the back of Alia's thighs and puuuuuussssshed forward while simultaneously pulling back full force!
STRAITJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQ11nmlo2Pg
Doing so wedged Bridget's knees between Alia's shoulders, a painful arrangement that grew even moreso once Stroud began to jostle and jounce! “Tap out!” Bridget demanded. “Tap out before I choke you out!”
“NEVER!” Alia shook her head 'no' as best she could. “You're not woman enough to force any such concession from mMRRRPPPHHHH!”
Stroud pulled down on her Wristlocks and leaned forward, stuffing her recently-abused chest into the upside down features of her tormentor! “Naaaah, let her squirm for a bit.” Bridget told Merle when she saw him getting close to the action. “A little quiet time might be exactly what this Princess needs!”
After scrubbing the Jewel’s face with her bounty, Bridget leaned back to allow Merle to ask Alia again if she wanted to submit, but the Jewel of Jordan snarled back and said, “No! Never will I submit to this chattel.”
Bridget looks offended, “Did she just call me a cow?”
Merle shook his head, “Chattel, its like a servant, or slave.”
Bridget looked even more offended as she pulled back on the hold. But while the conversation was going on Alia was able to get her feet outside of Bridget’s frame and thus free, she pushed up with her feet and rolled her body backward over Stroud's! Minnesota Wild kept hold of the Jewel of Jordan’s arms, but Alia’s body landed mostly above Bridget’s head. The problem for the American was now she was being jugged by the busty Princess. Bridget’s stubbornness worked against her, as she refused to give up her grip on Alia’s wrists.
Merle checked and because she had her arms up, Bridget’s shoulders rock back and forth with one always being off the canvas. Alia’s face reddened as Stroud continued to choke her with her own arms. Fans couldn't see, but Bridget was clearly being smothered. Soon Stroud's grip lessened and her arm grew heavy enough to allow Alia to break loose. But then the former rock climber gave the Princess a shove and both woman laid on the canvas gasping for air. Merle checked on both of them and then began a standing ten count.
'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX…SEVEN…'
Both Alia and Bridget started moving and before the count ended they both stood, mostly upright, and squared off to continue the match. The American rushed towards the Princess and ate a Knife-Edge Chop just above the swell of her breasts, the crack of the strike was crazy loud and stopped Bridget in her tracks.
Stroud turned, arms folded across her chest, face pinched in pain while Alia bent over with both hands on her knees, still breathing heavily. Eventually the Jewel of Jordan moved after the other brunette. Grabbing her by the shoulder, Alia spins Stroud around to face her again. The Desert Flower grabbed the back of the American’s head pulling it down into the path of her other arm that sliced up and rocked Bridget with a European Uppercut.
Falling back into the ropes, Bridget hung by her arms, so Alia stepped to one side and threw a Double Chop, both hands SLAPPING the American’s bare belly. Stroud’s cheeks puffed as she winced in pain, she was still wincing when Alia grabbed her by the hair and led her off the ropes. Merle started to warn about using the ropes only to shift to warn Saad about using Bridget’s hair.
Alia stuffed Bridget’s head under her left arm and hooked her right arm behind the brunette’s thigh to pull her into a standing cradle. The crowd sensed what was coming as Alia lifted her foe off the canvas, then turned her over as Saad dropped to her ass, just DRIVING Bridget into the thinly-padded boards with the Small Package Driver, Alia called the Djinn’s Blessing.
DJINN’S BLESSING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1WsM7BfAHA
Alia hooked her leg over Stroud's while holding the cradle. Merle was on the spot for the count after he checked Bridget’s shoulders.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget summoned the strength to somehow break the cradle and kick out at the last moment! The crowd was going wild as Merle jumped up showing only two fingers to the Timekeeper to ensure the match continued. Alia was stunned and looked at the referee with the ferocity of a sandstorm, but Merle continues to hold up those two fingers and proclaimed Bridget got her shoulder up in time.
Alia pointed at Merle. “Her pain and suffering are now on your hands.”
The Desert Flower reached down to pull Stroud up by an arm. Getting the America back on her boots, Saad looked to send her off toward the ropes. As she did, Bridget’s hand clamped down on Alia’s wrist and she spun around to yank the Jewel of Jordan into a vicious Ripcord Lariat.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8liJrrgNzY
Alia was spun over to land on the back of her head, her butt pointed towards the rafters as she came down and then flopped over onto her belly. Bridget fell to her hands and knees, she rested for a minute regaining her breath.
Hair hanging lank in her face, Stroud drew in a deep breath, then flipped it out of her eyes and pounded a fist against the mat as she got to her feet. “C'MON PRINCESS!” she grabbed a handful of Alia's waistband and tugged, forcing the trunks to rise along with their wearer. “LET'S FINISH OOOFFHH!”
On one knee, Saad THUMPED a Headbutt into the other brunette's belly and followed up with a few more punches to ensure Stroud kept her hands to herself while the Jewel clambered to verticality. “How DARE you put your hands on my attire!” Saad snatched a handful of hair in one hand and slapped Bridget across the mouth with the other. “There is only one woman in this contest permitted to dole out such liberties and if for some reason her identity is unclear...” Saad reached 'round behind, clamped onto Stroud's purple waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked the lycra high enough to put her up on tiptoe!
This catty handle proved distracting enough for Alia to land a quick Headbutt, which in turn scrambled Sweet Disaster's defenses to the point that Saad hooked her right arm unopposed. In the next instant she dipped low, slid her right arm behind the American's right knee and boosted her skyward in a modified Fireman's Carry! A trip through the Valley of the Pharaohs seemed inevitable when Stroud popped her hips and rolled offa Alia's back to land on one knee directly behind the startled brunette.
Hissing in disgust, Saad whipped around and lashed out with a Haymaker that would've loosened teeth if Bridget hadn't ducked outta the way and curled her right arm across Alia's chest. “Hey, Princess... got your trunks!” Stroud helped herself to a greedy fistful of bottoms and did everything in her power to saw Saad in half even as she muscled the wide-eyed warrior into the air and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Alia to the canvas!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
The Jewel of Jordan bounced to a seat only to flop over onto her belly, Saad even now trying to protect against a pin while one hand picked and plucked at that wicked wedgie. Beside her, Stroud almost tended to her own mistreated bottoms before ultimately filling her hands with Saad's dark hair instead. Hurrying to her feet as quickly as she could, Bridget stuffed Alia's noggin between her thighs, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the veteran's waist so she could hoist her up onto the point of her right shoulder in an agonizing Canadian Backbreaker!
“NNNNGGGHHHHH NO!” Saad shook her head as the hold bent her in a gawd-awful arch. “RELEASE ME AT ONCE, I WON'T SUBMIT TO MMMPPPHHH!”
Stroud halved her hold and cupped her left hand over Alia's mouth to cut her off. “Who said anything about submitting?” With that she swung the Jewel over and down, Saad flipped into position for Bridget to catch her in a Front Facelock even as she laid out and THWHONKED her foe's forehead into the mat!
CLIFFHANGER @ 3:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyjDCpX83QA
Slopped onto her back by the power of the Cliffhanger, Saad offered no comment when Stroud climbed into a seat atop her chest and leaned down to hook her arms around the other brunette's thighs for a Reverse Matchbook that put Alia's poor be-wedgied buns on display while Merle and the FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell sounded and the crowd exploded, but Sweet Disaster didn't give up her seat. Instead she hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Alia's bottoms and inflicted a final 'forget me not!' wedgie as the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BRIDGET STROUD!”
Bridget let loose, SLAPPED Saad's glutes for good measure, then tossed her legs aside and stood up, whereupon she made a show of 'flicking' her briefs back into place.
“That's how it's done!” she said with a beaming smile. “You want to start a wedgie war with me, you better bring your best, because if you don't...” she raised a boot and set it triumphantly atop Alia's vulnerable buns. “You're just another mountain to climb!” Stroud wiggled her foot to make sure Saad would remember the winner's tread and to remind the locker room she'd leave her flag anywhere she damned well pleased.
The music playing puts the fans in the mind of some far off bazaar brimming with intrigue and far more importantly, danger. This impression only grew stronger when the arena darkened and colored lights swung around wildly. Amidst it all, emerging from a puff cloud of smoke came the Jewel of Jordan, Princess Alia Saad appearing on the stage. For her battle tonight, Alia’s shapely frame was clad in a brown two-tone two-piece, the bottoms a darker brown with lacy trim around the waist. The top was a lighter brown with a darker lacy trim lining the Sand Snake’s cleavage. Over the top the Desert Flower wore a brown vest then hung open to offer an excellent view of the royal rack. She also sported brown leather wristbands, as well as matching pads. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of mid-calf wrestling boots with Sand Snakes curled around each boot. The Princess wasn’t interested in greeting fans or making them like her, the peasants weren’t fit to feed her camels.
The Ring Announcer made her arrival official. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Amman, Jordan, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds. She is the Jewel of Jordan…. The Sand Snake… ALIA SAAD!”
ALIA SAAD:
Climbing the steps to the ring apron, Alia wiped her boots as she moved to the center of the near side and waited. Merle never hesitated, he immediately hurried over and held the strands wide so the Princess could slip through. No salutes or wild gyrations from the Desert Flower, she’s not here to impress anyone. Walking to her corner the brunette checked her own gear, then leaned against the turnbuckles where she waited to give the impudent peasant a beating she won’t soon forget.
The crowd was still wasting precious breath trying to make Alia acknowledge their dislike when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Slaybor Day masses sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
BRIDGET STROUD:
Grin giving way to sassy determination in the face of challenge before her, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight's row with the Jewel of Jordan, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Merle and offered her wrists and elbows for inspection.
“I notice you didn't check the Princess' pads. You sure she's not packing a weapon?”
“She could be, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. Last time I tried to an inspection she threatened me with scorpions!”
“Scorpions?!” Stroud's eyes went wide. “Well that's just rude. I think I'll have to have a word with her highness about how she treats you.”
“Oh, don't trouble yourself on my account, Bridget.”
Bridget turned her attention to the other brunette as she settled into the buckles. “Don't worry about it, Merle. It's no problem at all.”
The bell sounded and Stroud exited the corner with no hesitation. The same could not be said of Saad, who remained steadfast with her elbows resting on the top rope, the brunette's posture oozing disdain for her opposition. Merle read this just as well as anyone, yet he kept his tone diplomatic when he said, “Bell's sounded, Alia. Let's get it to the center, OK?”
Alia sniffed in irritation. “I think not. That grubby little urchin could be hiding all sorts of weapons in those filthy trunks. Check her again and perhaps I'll consider sullying my hands with her.”
“I've already inspected you both, Alia.” the ref mustered more patience than he thought possible. “Neither of you were--”
“It's fine, Merle.” Stroud interrupted from her place a few steps behind. “You can check me again. That way she doesn't have any excuses when I beat her in the middle of this ring.”
Saad did not deign to answer such insolence, she only flicked a hand at Merle who sighed and turned his attention to Bridget. “Wrists, if you please.” Stroud obliged him and the official took great pains to check her wraps and elbow-pads. Finding nothing, he hunched forward slightly and tapped her left knee. Bridget raised it, Merle inspected the pad and her boot, then repeated the same perusal on the brunette's right--
A warning cry from the FAWNatics when Saad exploded out of the corner and lashed out with a Clothesline that would've taken Stroud's head off if the former rock climber hadn't ducked at just the right moment! Busting out a quick half-turn from her crouch, Bridget surged forward, wrapped her arms around the other brunette's waist and muscled Alia into the air only to drop the Jewel of Jordan onto her chest and tummy with a amateur style Takedown!
“Sneaking punk.” Bridget muttered as she skidded forward to dig her knees into the flattened fighter's flanks. “Should've known you'd try some cheap shit like that!”
Hissing in disgust at the upstart's touch, Saad pushed up on her palms only to get knocked flat again when Stroud cuffed her across the shoulders with a quick Forearm Smash. Two more Forearms to the nape of Alia's neck let Minnesota Wild grab a shoulder and pull the princess onto one side, which let Stroud extend her legs for a rib-crunching Bodyscissors. Pushed up on an elbow to get a better angle on the action, Stroud punished the squirming beauty with a single prolonged squeeeeeeeeeeeeze, then mussed Alia's long locks just because she could. “No hidden weapons, isn't that right, cutie?” Bridget chided. “Just more power, speed and skill than you know what to doOOOOOWWWWW!”
Saad couldn't free herself from the taller brunette's legs so she crooked her right hand into a claw and raked it over Bridget's thigh no less than half a dozen times! “Break your grip, insect.” Alia demanded even as she grabbed onto her attacker's leg and tried to rip off a handful. “Before I decide to draw blooNGH! NGH! NGH! AAARRRRGGGHHHH!”
Stroud snatched hold of Saad's hair in one hand, pushed her head forward and delivered a trio of rapid Forearm Smashes to the base of her skull! Hardly satisfied with simple bludgeoning, she locked an S-grip over her opponent's face and jerked it back and forth to scrape her knuckles against Saad's mouth and nose. “You wanna roughhouse, is that it, huh? That's fine with me princess, too bad you didn't bring any bodyguards to save your ass when I start running away with OOOOOWWWWWW BITING!”
Alia was indeed gnawing away at her adversary's left thumb, having grabbed hold of Stroud's wrists to halt the aggressive abrasion. Dismayed by how quickly his charges had descended into catfight nastiness, Merle dropped to one knee beside the snarling brunettes and said, “All right ladies, lets break it up and keep this clean! C'mon now, break those holds and stand it up!” Alas, neither seemed inclined to follow this request so the ref cleared grimaced and began to count, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Alia and Bridget relinquished their respective grips and tumbled in opposite directions, each scrambling to one knee while keeping a wary eye on the other. “You'll pay for laying an aggressive hand on me, insect.” Saad said with all of her usual composure. “Tonight you learn a lesson in respecting your bett--”
“I guess you brought back-up after all.” Stroud snapped. “Because there's no way in hell you're better than NNNHHHH!”
Alia doubled Bridget over with a Toe Kick to the belly, then crooked her fingers into hooks and scored the taller brunette from the small of her back to between her shoulders! Bridget cried out and straightened up, allowing Saad to answer those earlier Forearm Smashes with a single whistling overhand SLAP to the American's chest! Bridget yelped and pressed a hand to that new welt, so Alia draped an arm across the back of her head, then pulled her down and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut offa Stroud's chin!
Sweet Disaster swung away in a woozy half swoon and Alia gave chase with her hands crooked and raised to shoulder level. But rather than rake Stroud again, she slipped her fingers into opposing bra-strap, yanked it out as far as the material would allow, then pulled away to snap it across Bridget's bare back with a loud CRACK! “BITCH!” Stroud cried out and stumbled awkwardly before regaining her balance upon reaching the rop--“HHHUUURRRGGHHHH!”
Alia barreled into her from behind, then reached under the top rope with both hands and snatched a double handful of hair so she could yank Bridget's throat down against the rubber-coated steel! “As if I'd need a second to deal with filth!” Saad sneered as she began to throttle Stoud in earnest. “I humble trash like you without ever breaking a sweat, the fact that some idiot in FAWN's executive ranks thinks you're worthy of my time is as mystifying as it is insulting!”
The Jewel of Jordan had made no effort whatsoever to be covert about her illegal attack so Merle was already sidled up beside the action asking for another break. Alia nodded in sympathetic understanding, then climbed onto the bottom rope and jounced up and down to exacerbate the other brunette's suffering! With Bridget's face turning an ugly shade of red, the official bypassed a warning in favor of a count that reached 'FOUR!' a bit quicker than Saad would have liked.
Hopping off her mount with both hands raised to profess her innocence, Alia glanced at Merle and murmured, “You would be wise to avoid my attention, little man.” Merle didn't offer a response, not that Saad would've paid attention to anything coming from his worthless mouth. Instead she palmed Stroud's left shoulder, turned her around on the ropes and promptly rocked her back on her heels with another European Uppercut. The proximity of the strands meant Bridget didn't have anywhere to go, yet there were still noticeable groans from those in attendance when she slumped wobbly butt with her arms draped over the top rope. Smirking as she took in her foe's disheveled state, Saad made a point of mussing Stroud's hair before she laid her hands on the American's chest and clamped down 'til her knuckles showed white!
“Eeeerrrggghhhhh bitch!” Bridget shook her head 'no' and tried to stand up only to absorb a Kneelift to the belly.
“Watch your tone around your betters.” Alia chided as she continued to grope, knead and maul her opponent's breasts. “Unless of course you're ready to submit. Then you can bawl and sob as loud as you liHHHRRGGHHH!”
Sweet Disaster freed her arms and immediately wrapped them around the other brunette's waist to haul her up on tiptoes with a huge Bear Hug! Tromping to the middle of the ring with Alia pushing and swatting at her arms, Bridget hopped in place a few times, then shook the puffing princess like a rag-doll. “Let's hear you bawl, princess!” Stroud growled as she poured on even more pressure. “Make sure it's nice and loud, I want everyone in the arena to hear yoMMPPPPHHHHH!”
Saad plunged both hands into Bridget's hair and forced her startled face against the Jordanian's heaving chest! “Silence, insect!” Alia cupped her elbows for extra leverage and squeezed as hard as she could in hopes of smashing Stroud's nose against her sternum. “I'll hear nothing more from you unless it's abject surrendHHRRRGGHHH!”
Bridget went up on tiptoe just to go down on one knee, Minnesota Wild proving she was anything but defenseless by THUMPING Alia's crotch atop her thigh with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Sucking in a rough breath when she prized free of Saad's Front Sleeper, Stroud pounded the shorter wrestler's tummy with a Toe Kick of her own, then reeled her into a Front Facelock and slung Alia's near arm across her shoulders. Grips set, she dipped her knees and muscled the Jewel of Jordan all the way to high noon, much to the delight of the FAWNatics. Not content to simply deposit Alia on the deck, Bridget set her feet and held the stall until those assembled started to tally the seconds. 'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...' Saad bicycled her legs frantically and Stroud wobbled in place but didn't go down. The Princess wouldn't stop fighting though and her resistance forced Bridget to stagger and adjust until--
A concerned gasp echoed through the arena when Stroud tossed Saad over the top rope, though this gave way to relief when Alia landed on her feet on the apron rather than facedown on the floor. Separated by nothing more than the rubber-coated steel, the brunettes shared an angry snarl before Alia slapped Bridget and Bridget slapped Alia right back. Then their hands were in the other's hair and they were pulling for all they were worth to gain lasting control over the heretofore mercurial contest.
Roughhousing was never really an issue in FAWN, but at this point Merle thought the pro wrestlers were acting more Sorority Girls on a Saturday night. So he moved closer and noted, “Ladies, lets break this up and get back to wrestling.”
The two snarling brunettes don't answer, and the taller Stroud pulled up on Alia’s locks forcing the shorter Princess to step up on the bottom rope, then the middle strand. Heads were yanked side to side, but the purple clad American turned her back to the ropes and yanked forward, Hairmaring Alia over the ropes and Bridget’s shoulder flipping her to the canvas.
The loud grunt could be heard escaping Alia’s lips, even over the rattling of the ring as the Jewel of Jordan lands bent kneed on the mat. Both women lost their grips on each other, which allowed Stroud to turn to Merle with a smile. “There, back in the ring and no hair pulling.”
Minnesota Wild raised her boot and stomped down quickly on the swell of Alia’s left breast, the Desert Flower sitting up with both arms folded protectively across her breasts. Merle asked Bridget to step away from the ropes, to which Stroud smiled and nodded as she skipped past Saad, and then sent a Back Kick into Alia’s torso knocking her back to the canvas so there'd be no interruption when she raised her arms for a brawny double bicep flex.
Alia, looking unhappy with the last few moments, rolled over onto her knees and grabbed the top rope to pull herself back to her feet. Fuming in anger, the Desert Flower hooked her fingers in her bottoms and snapped them back over her buttocks before turning around. “You’ll pay for your insolence.”
Merle, trying to keep things from devolving into a catfight again, warned, “Settle it with wrestling, ladies.”
Bridget smirked, “I would Merle, but I’m not sure her Highness knows how.”
Saad snarled, “You brazen insect, you’ll regret your remarks.”
For the moment it appeared the combatants had settled into wrestling, a Collar and Elbow Lock-Up was followed by the two brunettes seemingly trying to out-skill the other. Bridget ducked under applying a Waistlock, Saad reversed that move into a Hammerlock. Bridget winced as her hands were pushed up past the center of her back, but then she leaned forward and moved her hips to reverse the Hammerlock. Stroud didn't wait transferring to a Side Headlock on the Jewel, pulling Alia in a circle before the Desert Flower peppers the former rock climber’s lower back with about half a dozen stiff forearm shots, then shoved Bridget off into the ropes.
Stroud turned, hitting the ropes on her back and springing right to the waiting Jewel of Jordan. Alia hooked her arm under Bridget’s and Arm Dragged the other brunette over, Stroud hit, rolled and popped to her feet. As quick as the former rock climber reached her feet, the Desert Flower was there to meet her and brought her thigh up across Bridget’s tummy before forcing her into the ropes again. Saad gripped Bridget’s shoulder and wrist, sending her across the ring. Bridget sprinted to the far side, hair bouncing as she went, while Alia followed, ready to leap.
The FAWNantics watched in rapture as the brunettes bore down on each other, Alia leaping in the air. Many in the crowd thought the athletic Stroud would duck under and continue on, but instead she caught the Desert Flower and turned whatever Saad had in mind into a Sit-Out Powerbomb that brought a roar from the crowd as the pair THWHAMMED into the canvas. Bridget hooked her boots over the Princess’s extended arms as Merle slid down to the canvas and with a quick look started the count.
ONE…
TWO…
Alia’s legs slammed together, clapping Stroud on either side of the head to give Saad enough room to roll out of the rock climber’s grip and get to her feet. Stunned slightly by the clap of Alia’s legs, Stroud sat on the canvas as the Desert Flower made a short leap throwing her boots forward and Dropkicking the other brunette in the chest. The FAWNatics shouted their displeasure at the turn of events.
The Jewel of Jordan shook her head as she easily beat Stroud to vertical. Reaching down, Alia grabbed Bridget by the right wrist and elbow and pulled her back to her feet. Her grips shifted quickly and Saad yanked the America into a hammering Short-Arm Clothesline that staggered Bridget further. Alia put her hand to Stroud’s breast and pushed her back before reeling her into a second Short-Arm Clothesline! Bridget’s head snapped back wildly as she stumbled away, but the Desert Flower only allowed Stroud to go as far as the length of their extended arms. Alia yanked on the limb again to deliver a third blow to Bridget, but Minnesota Wild popped up and brought a hammering Forearm Smash down across Alia’s ample cleavage.
The crowd let out a cheer as their girl fought back while Alia turned with arms across her bosom and her face pinched in pain. Bridget, seeing a chance to repay earlier deeds, hooked three fingers inside the back strap of Alia’s top and pulled it to the limits of the fabric before letting it snap back with a flesh cracking sound. Alia wailed and stumbled for the ropes in front of her as she reached their safety she turned to Merle and barked, “Keep that drudge back!”
Stroud paused mid-stride, her face scrunching in confusion as Saad's words hit her ears. “Drudge?”she asked. “What the hell is a drudge?”
“Look in the mirror, assuming you can afford one.” Alia sneered in reply. “That's all you need to know!”
“Someone working hard at boring or menial labor.” Merle noted quietly. “It's not a compliment.”
“Said one drudge to another!” Alia taunted. “Now do your job and keep her back!”
The ref moved in like he thought Bridget meant to close in anyway, but Sweet Disaster raised her hands to shoulder level and took a few steps back. “It's OK, Merle. I guess I am a drudge because I've been tossing trash around the ring ever since Princess here waddled her way through the--”
“INSOLENT WHORE!” Saad launched herself off the strands and into a Collar & Elbow that was really just an excuse for the brunettes to grab a handful of hair while grinding the heel of her palm across the other woman's mouth! Anger and aggression allowed Alia to take advantage first, the Jewel of Jordan hooking an arm around the back of Stroud's head just to pull her down and straighten her up with a forearm THWHAPPED across the former rock climber's jaw! The European Uppercut snapped Bridget's head back, but apparently not far enough for Alia's liking because she stepped after her and followed up with a Bitch Slap that echoed throughout the lower deck.
“You will learn RESPECT!” Saad jabbed an index finger into her opponent's sternum to get the point across. “The mere fact of my presence in this ring is the greatest gift ever bestowed upon your paltry little existence, so you will drop to your knees and EEERRRGGHHH!”
Stroud swatted that hand aside, palmed the back of Alia's noggin and doubled her over to return the European Uppercut that'd so recently caromed offa her jaw. Saad hissed and turned away, the veteran instinctively raising an arm to protect her face should the impudent insect decide to tag on her own slap. Bridget didn't, instead she lunged after her foe and shot in low to wrap her arms around Alia's bronzed midsection. “HHUUFFFGGHHH!”
The air rushed from Saad's lungs when Stroud hoisted her up, twisted her around and dropped to all fours, driving the Princess into the canvas! Bear Hug still secure after they'd hit the deck, Bridget set her chin between Alia's neck and left shoulder and gouged away at the soft flesh. Jostling her hips from side to side even as the other brunette groaned aloud, Minnesota Wild huffed, “How are you going to teach me something you know nothing about? Huh, Princess? C'mon, answer me!”
Pretty face pinched in pain and anger, Saad remained silent as she scrambled to escape the drudge's grasp, though the best she could manage was getting to a seat after several seconds of hard wrestling. “Fate has granted me the privilege of never having to explain myself to gutter-dwelling trash.” Saad grabbed hold of Bridget's wrists and pulled hard, but Stroud squeeeeeeeeeezed all the harder, which forced the brunette to shake her head 'no' when Merle asked if she wanted to surrender.
“Be careful how you talk to me, Alia.” Bridget huffed in her ear. “Last chick who made a habit of calling me trash ended up sobbing for mercy in front of the whole worlNNNNGGHHH!”
Alia's head had slumped forward so Stroud adjusted to stay close and this proved a mistake because the Jordanian beauty snapped backward to smash the base of her skull into the other brunette's left cheek! The grip around her midsection loosened considerably and Saad tore her way free en route to regaining her verticality. Bridget however was down on all fours in the wake of the Headbutt so Alia made things a little more unpleasant with a few stomps to the lower back and several more Overhand Forearm Smashes to the back of the neck.
“Don't even think about standing without my permission!” Alia noted after a heavy Double Axehandle confirmed Bridget remained penitent for a moment longer. “I alone will grant you the ability to rise!”
“Oh, kiss my assSEERRRGGHHH!”
Stroud's defiance gave way to a breathless groan when Saad leaned down and cinched both arms around her waist. Gutwrench drawn tight, Alia hauled Bridget to her feet, then swung in a circle so she could better display the drudge's inferior backside to the whole of the miserable audience. After a pair of hard slaps ensured there was no doubt about possession, the Jewel of Jordan dipped down and bridged back to sling Bridget up, over and down, Sweet Disaster meeting the canvas-sheathed plywood with an awful THAWHUMP courtesy of Saad's Gutwrench Suplex!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fjFfHvwfYZc
Stroud bounced to a seat and clutched at her lower back, unfortunately she fell prey to a much less tolerable sort of clutch only moments later when Alia shoveled her onto her stomach and climbed aboard, the brown-clad battler delivering a heavy Butt Bomb to her aching spine in the process. “You will kiss my feet before this night is over, drudge.” Alia grabbed onto Bridget's biceps and tugged them backward, drawing the other brunette's arms across the bronze planes of her thighs. “And you will beg me for the pleasure of doing so. But first, I will cure you of this damnable insolence!”
On that note the Princess laced her fingers beneath Bridget's chin, then hunched forward and craaaaaaaaaaaaanked back to lock the Camel Clutch in tight!
Bridget’s boots began drumming on the canvas as her back and neck were stretched. Merle knelt a safe distance out in front of the pair, and, giving Bridget a chance, he waited about ten seconds before asking if she was finished. Stroud, her eyes flashing in anger, growled a 'no' through clenched teeth. The time ticked by with the Jewel of Jordan alternating the pressure she applied to work the hold effectively. Eventually she leaned forward and cooed, “You should have surrendered.”
Bridget started to hiss a response, but cried out as Alia slipped her hand inside the white and purple cup of her top and worked Stroud’s right breast. Sweet Disaster’s feet really drummed the canvas for several seconds her soft flesh was tortured. When the Desert Flower finally removef her hand, Bridget snarled, “Slut!”
Alia sneered at the American and hooked her arms under Bridget’s lifting her before she shoved her back to the canvas face first. The crowd booed loudly as the Jewel of Jordan took a stroll around Sweet Disaster, then worked a boot beneath her tummy so she could roll Stroud to her back. Without any warning, Saad straddled Bridget and dropped her ass down on to the brunette’s chest with a Seated Senton. The former rock climber’s legs popped off the mat and fell back as Alia remained on her throne and motioned Merle to count.
SEATED SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4h--RdM5U
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget got her hands on Alia’s hips and shoved hard enough to force Alia off, then rolled away trying to regroup. The Desert Flower popped to her feet after being ejected by Stroud, the Princess gave her bottoms a quick adjustment with the snap of two fingers. Never short of confidence, The Jewel of Jordan kept her back turned on the American for too long as she thought Bridget was more hurt than she really was. When Alia did turn around, she found Bridget airborne as Minnesota Wild crashed into Alia with a Crossbody that took the Jordanian to the canvas.
Bridget rolled beyond the floored Alia and hurried to her feet while Alia rolled over and started to rise. Stroud threw herself into the ropes and rebounded at top speed, racing back at Saad to leap as Alia reached her knees. Bridget’s padded knee slammed into Saad’s chest just above the cleavage knocking her back to the canvas as the American landed and rolled right back on top of the Desert Flower and hooked a leg.
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEESTRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
Merle was on the spot and raised his hand.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
The Desert Flower bolted out of the pinning predicament and turned to her side, one hand pressed to her chest where Bridget’s knee had struck.
Merle showed two fingers to the Timekeeper and when he turned around he had to scramble out of the way as Bridget was on Alia again! Arms wrapped around Saad's waist, she lifted lift her up Gutwrench style, then flipped her over and dropped to her knees, just Powerbombing the ever lovin' crap outta the Jewel of Jordan! The FAWNatics popped as Alia shivered on the canvas, seemed they loved the gut-churning offensive combination.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIzEux9rN7U
Alia bounced off the thinly-padded plywood and groaned, rolling to her stomach with a hand pressed to aching back. Not wanting to let up on the Jewel of Jordan, Bridget crawled over, took a seat on Alia’s upturned rump and gripped both biceps laying them across the American’s thighs. The FAWNatics roared at the top of their lungs as Bridget repaid the Camel Clutch to Alia, indeed they were so loud Merle wondered if he’d be able to hear if Alia did submit. Hands cupped on the Princess' chin, Stroud pulled back until Alia’s neck and back were nearly at a ninety degree angle to the mat.
Merle hoped Alia could hear as he asked if she wants to continue, but the Desert Flower promptly cursed him and declined. For many seconds Stroud tried to wring a submission out of the heel, yet Alia refused. As it became clear that Alia wouldn't give up to the Clutch, Bridget eyes narrowed and she decided to get the pound of flesh owed her. Stroud went with a cross grip, right hand to left breast and left hand to right breast as she somehow made room for her hands inside Alia’s already full top. What followed was nearly twenty seconds of mauling dished out by Minnesota Wild, the Desert Flower screaming and cursing through it as the crowd continued to roar deafening levels.
Alia slipped one arm off Bridget’s thigh, which seemed to be the cue for Stroud to remove her hands as to not get caught in the proverbial cookie jar. Sweet Disaster shoved Alia to the canvas and backed away to consider her next move.
Saad's up fast despite the punishment she'd endured in the Camel Clutch, the affront of having Stroud's unworthy touch find its way beneath her top providing more than enough adrenaline to fight through the pain. Fixing the other brunette with a hard, challenging smile, Bridget earned a loud round of cheers when she made a show of cupping / adjusting her girls.
“What's the matter, Princess?” she asked. “You can dish it out, but you can't take--”
Alia stormed into the breach and earned some cheers of her own with a brazen chest-check that rocked Stroud back on her heels.
“It will take far more than the contents of your meager arsenal to even test my mettle, let alone defeat me.” she proclaimed. “Yet it seems you still believe you can compete with me at any level and for that...” Alia raised her right hand overhead and curled it into a claw beckoning Bridget forward. “I shall make you kneel before me.”
Stroud shook her head in amazement, but didn't bother answering with words. Instead she closed in, hoisted her left hand and SMECKED it against Saad's waiting palm. Their fingers locked and Minnesota Wild raised her other hand to complete the Test of Stre--“RRRRGGGHHHH!” Stroud cried out in shock and pain when rather than double down on the Knuckle-Lock, Alia fastened her free hand to the other brunette's right breast and squeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her considerable might!
“What's this, knees already trembling? Eyes already watering?” Saad chided as her cattily-modified Test of Strength made Bridget groan through clenched teeth. “I thought someone with your resolve would at least be able to match my grip for a moment, but it seems you're just as weak and ineffective as the rest of the 'women' on this ros--” Alia's eyes went from smug to deadly serious as Stroud found the outline of her right nipple and clamped down on it through the thin lycra of her top. A single sharp twist took Alia's breath away but it did nothing to her resolve, in fact she bore down that much harder on her own grip and was delighted to see Bridget grind her teeth against the pain.
“You may be a formidable athlete, but you are an utterly unremarkable woman.” Saad explained to her wincing adversary. “And that is why you will always falter and fade into the background when compared to the Jewel of Jord--”
Another sharp twist from Bridget meant Alia's words clogged in her throat. “I've worked for everything I've ever had, Princess.” Stroud huffed. “And much as you won't believe it, submitting your pampered ass doesn't even rank in top hundred hardest OOOFFFFHHH!”
Alia stuffed a Kneelift into the American's tummy, wrenched her hand free of the knuckle-lock and quickly tagged a slap across her face before clamping down on a second Breast Claw! Adding a malicious back-and-forth twist of her wrists to the already awful grip, Saad demanded, “On your knees! I won't let you submit until you KNEELOOOWWWW!”
Bridget answered back with a second pincer that forced Alia up on tiptoe by sheer eye-watering nastiness. “I don't care if you kneel, you can submit whenever you want, baby!” Stroud snarled as the linked brunettes began to stomp around in an awkward little circle. “You can do it on your feet or you can do it on your back with my ass on your faNNNGGHHH!”
Alia pounded a pair of Kneelifts into Stroud's tummy, then abandoned the claw grips so she could snatch hold of Bridget's hair and yank her into a Headbutt! “Very, very unwise to threaten me with such treatment, insect.” Saad purred. “That's the sort of talk that will get you crushed beneath the heel of my boWHOOAAAUUUGGHH!”
Stroud shoved Alia away at the cost of several strands of hair, then bent down, grabbed her ankles and yanked them out from underneath! Alia landed on her back but immediately twisted onto her stomach and made it to her knees. That's when Sweet Disaster rushed in and caught a wrist in each hand to pull Saad's forearms tight against her own throat in a Straitjacket. Dropping to a seat behind the other brunette, Bridget braced her feet against the back of Alia's thighs and puuuuuussssshed forward while simultaneously pulling back full force!
STRAITJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQ11nmlo2Pg
Doing so wedged Bridget's knees between Alia's shoulders, a painful arrangement that grew even moreso once Stroud began to jostle and jounce! “Tap out!” Bridget demanded. “Tap out before I choke you out!”
“NEVER!” Alia shook her head 'no' as best she could. “You're not woman enough to force any such concession from mMRRRPPPHHHH!”
Stroud pulled down on her Wristlocks and leaned forward, stuffing her recently-abused chest into the upside down features of her tormentor! “Naaaah, let her squirm for a bit.” Bridget told Merle when she saw him getting close to the action. “A little quiet time might be exactly what this Princess needs!”
After scrubbing the Jewel’s face with her bounty, Bridget leaned back to allow Merle to ask Alia again if she wanted to submit, but the Jewel of Jordan snarled back and said, “No! Never will I submit to this chattel.”
Bridget looks offended, “Did she just call me a cow?”
Merle shook his head, “Chattel, its like a servant, or slave.”
Bridget looked even more offended as she pulled back on the hold. But while the conversation was going on Alia was able to get her feet outside of Bridget’s frame and thus free, she pushed up with her feet and rolled her body backward over Stroud's! Minnesota Wild kept hold of the Jewel of Jordan’s arms, but Alia’s body landed mostly above Bridget’s head. The problem for the American was now she was being jugged by the busty Princess. Bridget’s stubbornness worked against her, as she refused to give up her grip on Alia’s wrists.
Merle checked and because she had her arms up, Bridget’s shoulders rock back and forth with one always being off the canvas. Alia’s face reddened as Stroud continued to choke her with her own arms. Fans couldn't see, but Bridget was clearly being smothered. Soon Stroud's grip lessened and her arm grew heavy enough to allow Alia to break loose. But then the former rock climber gave the Princess a shove and both woman laid on the canvas gasping for air. Merle checked on both of them and then began a standing ten count.
'ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX…SEVEN…'
Both Alia and Bridget started moving and before the count ended they both stood, mostly upright, and squared off to continue the match. The American rushed towards the Princess and ate a Knife-Edge Chop just above the swell of her breasts, the crack of the strike was crazy loud and stopped Bridget in her tracks.
Stroud turned, arms folded across her chest, face pinched in pain while Alia bent over with both hands on her knees, still breathing heavily. Eventually the Jewel of Jordan moved after the other brunette. Grabbing her by the shoulder, Alia spins Stroud around to face her again. The Desert Flower grabbed the back of the American’s head pulling it down into the path of her other arm that sliced up and rocked Bridget with a European Uppercut.
Falling back into the ropes, Bridget hung by her arms, so Alia stepped to one side and threw a Double Chop, both hands SLAPPING the American’s bare belly. Stroud’s cheeks puffed as she winced in pain, she was still wincing when Alia grabbed her by the hair and led her off the ropes. Merle started to warn about using the ropes only to shift to warn Saad about using Bridget’s hair.
Alia stuffed Bridget’s head under her left arm and hooked her right arm behind the brunette’s thigh to pull her into a standing cradle. The crowd sensed what was coming as Alia lifted her foe off the canvas, then turned her over as Saad dropped to her ass, just DRIVING Bridget into the thinly-padded boards with the Small Package Driver, Alia called the Djinn’s Blessing.
DJINN’S BLESSING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1WsM7BfAHA
Alia hooked her leg over Stroud's while holding the cradle. Merle was on the spot for the count after he checked Bridget’s shoulders.
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget summoned the strength to somehow break the cradle and kick out at the last moment! The crowd was going wild as Merle jumped up showing only two fingers to the Timekeeper to ensure the match continued. Alia was stunned and looked at the referee with the ferocity of a sandstorm, but Merle continues to hold up those two fingers and proclaimed Bridget got her shoulder up in time.
Alia pointed at Merle. “Her pain and suffering are now on your hands.”
The Desert Flower reached down to pull Stroud up by an arm. Getting the America back on her boots, Saad looked to send her off toward the ropes. As she did, Bridget’s hand clamped down on Alia’s wrist and she spun around to yank the Jewel of Jordan into a vicious Ripcord Lariat.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8liJrrgNzY
Alia was spun over to land on the back of her head, her butt pointed towards the rafters as she came down and then flopped over onto her belly. Bridget fell to her hands and knees, she rested for a minute regaining her breath.
Hair hanging lank in her face, Stroud drew in a deep breath, then flipped it out of her eyes and pounded a fist against the mat as she got to her feet. “C'MON PRINCESS!” she grabbed a handful of Alia's waistband and tugged, forcing the trunks to rise along with their wearer. “LET'S FINISH OOOFFHH!”
On one knee, Saad THUMPED a Headbutt into the other brunette's belly and followed up with a few more punches to ensure Stroud kept her hands to herself while the Jewel clambered to verticality. “How DARE you put your hands on my attire!” Saad snatched a handful of hair in one hand and slapped Bridget across the mouth with the other. “There is only one woman in this contest permitted to dole out such liberties and if for some reason her identity is unclear...” Saad reached 'round behind, clamped onto Stroud's purple waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaanked the lycra high enough to put her up on tiptoe!
This catty handle proved distracting enough for Alia to land a quick Headbutt, which in turn scrambled Sweet Disaster's defenses to the point that Saad hooked her right arm unopposed. In the next instant she dipped low, slid her right arm behind the American's right knee and boosted her skyward in a modified Fireman's Carry! A trip through the Valley of the Pharaohs seemed inevitable when Stroud popped her hips and rolled offa Alia's back to land on one knee directly behind the startled brunette.
Hissing in disgust, Saad whipped around and lashed out with a Haymaker that would've loosened teeth if Bridget hadn't ducked outta the way and curled her right arm across Alia's chest. “Hey, Princess... got your trunks!” Stroud helped herself to a greedy fistful of bottoms and did everything in her power to saw Saad in half even as she muscled the wide-eyed warrior into the air and dropped to her butt to THAWHAM Alia to the canvas!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
The Jewel of Jordan bounced to a seat only to flop over onto her belly, Saad even now trying to protect against a pin while one hand picked and plucked at that wicked wedgie. Beside her, Stroud almost tended to her own mistreated bottoms before ultimately filling her hands with Saad's dark hair instead. Hurrying to her feet as quickly as she could, Bridget stuffed Alia's noggin between her thighs, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the veteran's waist so she could hoist her up onto the point of her right shoulder in an agonizing Canadian Backbreaker!
“NNNNGGGHHHHH NO!” Saad shook her head as the hold bent her in a gawd-awful arch. “RELEASE ME AT ONCE, I WON'T SUBMIT TO MMMPPPHHH!”
Stroud halved her hold and cupped her left hand over Alia's mouth to cut her off. “Who said anything about submitting?” With that she swung the Jewel over and down, Saad flipped into position for Bridget to catch her in a Front Facelock even as she laid out and THWHONKED her foe's forehead into the mat!
CLIFFHANGER @ 3:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyjDCpX83QA
Slopped onto her back by the power of the Cliffhanger, Saad offered no comment when Stroud climbed into a seat atop her chest and leaned down to hook her arms around the other brunette's thighs for a Reverse Matchbook that put Alia's poor be-wedgied buns on display while Merle and the FAWNatics counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell sounded and the crowd exploded, but Sweet Disaster didn't give up her seat. Instead she hooked her thumbs into the leg-holes of Alia's bottoms and inflicted a final 'forget me not!' wedgie as the Announcer called out, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall... BRIDGET STROUD!”
Bridget let loose, SLAPPED Saad's glutes for good measure, then tossed her legs aside and stood up, whereupon she made a show of 'flicking' her briefs back into place.
“That's how it's done!” she said with a beaming smile. “You want to start a wedgie war with me, you better bring your best, because if you don't...” she raised a boot and set it triumphantly atop Alia's vulnerable buns. “You're just another mountain to climb!” Stroud wiggled her foot to make sure Saad would remember the winner's tread and to remind the locker room she'd leave her flag anywhere she damned well pleased.