3 HOURS BEFORE SUMMER SWELTERBefore every PPV or especially promoted house show there’s a Meet and Greet with various stars of FAWN’s past, present for the lucky few, future. This evening, decorated young veteran and former Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt heads to the locker room after signing autographs and taking pictures with happy fans. It was a far more pleasurable experience than it used to be. Gone are the days where angry fans would throw empty milk jugs at the Knight. It was confusing as it was hurtful, until someone explained it was a joke about her less than bountiful chest, then it was just hurtful.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
The amazonian blonde enters the locker and places her gym bag on a bench before fiddling with her combination lock. Dress for fan events is either ring gear or high class, Victoria as always wore her ring gear, the bag contained emergency goods she might need during the event. Among other things, it contains water bottles, toys she can give away, medical kit (Brawls are a regular happenstance at these things) and her everyday clothes are neatly stored in her locker.
Victoia solves the combination after a few tries, she remembered the combination, she just finds the mechanics of the lock needlessly complicated. Victoria sets the lock on the bench bracketing her other side and rummages through her stuff. The Knight is looking for her comfortable civilian clothes to change into for a restful evening of reviewing match footage and snacking on celery sticks. She reaches behind to blindly grab some of her bags items to switch them with her locker but only grabs air. Assuming she just measured wrong she waves her grasping hand around searching for it and feels something soft against her palm.
“Hey!”
Startled at the new, loud, and angry voice, Victoria bangs her head on the lip of her locker turns around cupping the new bump on her head. The voice belongs to the Lightest Weight and youngest of the Dunbar clan, Dana.
DANA DUNBAR
The much shorter and much bustier blonde wears a Silver gray halter top with black booty shorts. Victoria didn’t see her at the Meet and Greet so she must be on the pre-show card. Dana looks like she’s ready to throw down right now but The Knight doesn’t know for what reason. She backs up step when the stacked shortie nears, fuming and snarling, “You some kind of pervert?”
Victoria blinks and grows flushed, already embarrassed by the implications. So flustered is she, the German Giant doesn’t realise her bag is two feet farther away than it should be. “Vhat? I am no perverse, What are you-?”
“Oh you’re not?” Dana’s eyebrows shoot up in mocking surprise, she cups her breast and bounces it in her palm, Victoria’s eyes involuntarily zero in on the jiggle, “Then you were groping me to find your keys or something?”
“Ah!” So that’s what she touched. Hackenschmidt is mortified and immediately attempts to clear the misunderstanding; shaking her head and gesturing haphazardly with her hands, her accent growing thicker with her awkwardness. “Es tut mir Leid. I didn’t know you were behind me!” The ex-IC champ backs into the wall of metal compartments feeling cornered by the comparatively tiny woman nearing with her fists balled at her sides and shoulders pulled back. Dana’s boulders thrusting forward like she was threatening to beat Victoria with them instead of punching her, “I vas just reaching for my stuff to…”
Victoria’s gazes dips to Dana’s menacing but inviting cleavage as she waves hand where she put her lock as evidence to her innocent intent, and brushes her knuckles against another soft obstacle.
“HEY!”
DONNA DUNBAR
Victoria whips her head to the side and sees that she’s accidentally got her hand caught in the cookie jar once again. The back of her hand is pressing against the very sizable breasts of a pissed off blonde in black booty shorts with a cream top with black piping and suspenders running along her sides.Victoria yanks her mitt back like she touched a hot stove and tries to sputter an apology but it’s falling on deaf ears. The slightly taller Dunbar sister backs the Destroyer into the lockers again and jabs a finger below Hackenschmidt’s clavicle, “You some kind of perv!? You like hiding in the showers so you can get grabby with the Lightweights?”
Victoria looks back and forth between the two top-heavy terrors and tries to defend herself verbally but the Dunbar sisters flank Hackenschmidt from either side and barrage the bigger gal with a rushing stream of insults, accusations and curses that overwhelm Victoria’s feeble excuses. Not to mention the well-endowed heels kept tugging on the straps of their tops or juggling their breasts in their palms as if daring Hackenschmidt to try grabbing them again. This was eerily similar to a confusing nightmare she had several times in her awkward teen years, breaking her further mentally as she reverts to a stuttering, squeaking shell of herself.
“Wai-I… No! I Sor-! I’m not-”
“You jealous cause you have no tits?!”
“You Germans are all kink freaks, aren’t you!?”
“You disgust me! You should be in prison!”
Victoria’s haranguing is interrupted by a cool voice, “Problem, cousins?”
The smaller blondes quiet instantly and straighten up, like they were children caught doing something wrong. Victoria sighs in relief and looks up at her saviour, and stares. A feeling akin to someone lost on a raft seeing a giant shark approaching takes over.
DESIREE DUNBAR
The tallest and most powerful of the Dunbar dynasty slowly enters the scene with slow footsteps that echo off the tile walls and floor and causes a tremor in the mountain range Desiree calls her breasts. The ravishing redhead wears a black one-piece with a plunging neckline that bares plenty of her cleavage with sheer fabric running from her shoulders to just under her bust. Victoria’s has a few inches on the latest entry to this humiliating tableau but she feels herself shrinking under Desiree’s cool confidence and effortless intimidation. The redfaced Knight finds herself trapped between a rock and soft place; Desiree has her hands on her hips and keeps Victoria pinned against wall with her chest alone. The ex-tag champion’s natural floaties barely brush against Hackenschmidt’s itty bitties but that’s enough to paralyze the young veteran out of fear she’ll make more contact and cement a reputation as a sexuell abweichend.
“Is this strong-jawed European making trouble for you?” Desiree asks her family sweetly, the corners of her lips upturned the tinest amount, but her blue eyes have been staring cold daggers into Hackeneschmidt since entering the scene. The nervous German finds it hard to meet her gaze, but lowering her own means looking at the grand canyon of cleavage Desiree presents! Vic’s pupils rubberband up and down between the dominant Dunbar’s fear-inducing stare and her awe-inspiring rack before settling on a safe area over the Southerner's shoulder. These two opposing, concurrently happening emotions shred Victoria’s composure and make her claims of innocence high pitched and stuttery.
"I-I am not making trouble. T-this is a gross mis-misunderstanding and an an overreact-"
"She is cuz!" Dana cuts her off sharply with an acussing finger, "that sourkraut was getting fresh with us!"
Donna backs up her little sister while crossing her arms over her bounty protectively, "That big lumox was treating us like the cows at Dennehy's ranch!"
“Was she?" Desiree raises an eyebrow by a hair, the only change in her expression. "You’re a melon felon, then?” It was phrased as a question, but it was a declaration. Hackenschmidt hangs her head and slumps her shoulders defeat; she’s done trying to convince them, she may have better luck with Bethany Christian after they report this incident. Desiree cups Victoria’s cheeks and raises her head back up, “Well it looks like she’s proper sorry. I don’t think we need to escalate things to management.”
The Knight’s eyes widen and she feels her stomach start to untwist itself. Perhaps Desiree is the reasonable one?
The alpha Dunbar cocks her head slightly and her small smile grows, “If you want to know what Dunbar delights feel like you just need to ask.”
Victoria blinks, “I’m sorry?”
Desiree drags The Knight’s face DEEP between her faultless F Cups then grips her elbows to tighten the seal, trapping Victoria in a Jugg Smother!
“MMPH! MMMRgh! MMAAPH!” Victoria goes into full alert when she finds herself suckling against Desiree’s pale bosom and starts jackhamering punches to the penthouse fighter’s sides. The Knight’s bruising blows beat painful grunts out of Desiree but she keeps the smother tight and swings nails Victoria between the legs with a swift knee. The blonde shudders and wails into the redhead’s natural pillows, but continues her barrage of Desiree’s flanks with far less power than before. Desiree jerks her head to each of her cousins as she draws the German away from the lockers and wrenches the Front Sleeper back and Forth, “A little help, please!?”
Donna jerks “Aw shit, sorry!” The smaller, blonder Dunbars spur into action and grab Victoria’s arms, belting the former champ in her belly, kidneys and liver till her struggles slow. Eventually Victoria gives way to seductive darkness and her body eases to a putty-like state, suspend only by her face between Desiree’s terrifying tits.
“Whew…” Desiree lets out a breath, she can see why that Dadal person enjoys batting this one around, certains victims’ mouths make the Jugg Smother feel
good. She lowers the sleeping giant onto a bench before lifting her boobs from Victoria’s slack face, a thin line of spittle connecting The Knight’s lips to her chest stretches and breaks. Desiree turns to her clan, “Alright, you two remember the route?”
Dana and Donna nod, the former speaking up, The Hallway should be clear to the elevator and Bethany has every floor marked without of service so we’ll get to the rafters quick.”
”Alright, then.” The Destroyer Dunbar lifts the Hackenschmidt ragdoll to a seat from under her arms, “I’ll take the top half, Donna gets the legs, and you get her butt. Let’s earn that bonus.”
Orders given, the felonious family carry off their damsel under the orders of the commissioner, for what reason? The answer will be revealed later tonight at Summer Swelter 2023!
