Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2023 17:40:54 GMT
The private beach was roped off, FAWNatics lining the sides. They’d been promised a special beach catfight, something breaking up the PPV, and a sizable crowd flocked. All eyes were on two tents where the talent for the fight waited.
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
Rue Ann MacKenna peeked out of the tent and at the beach. Soon, she’d be fighting for a belt. Her first match in ten months in FAWN, and a title shot. Years ago, a cockier Rue would have snarked how it was overdue. But now, she was just quiet and adjusting her bikini.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
DESIRE THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL:
"You got this," Desire assured her. They’d gotten along well since Rue helped out a few years back when Desire was facing Shelby Mustang. It wasn’t the deep friendship she’d had with Trisha Belle… or, well, she’d thought she had with Belle. But it was nice Anci insisted on Desire being here for her.
And seeing Desire in her black string bikini didn’t hurt, either.
ANCILINE DE CYR:
Anciline de Cyr strode into the tent confidently. "You will vanquish Decker, no?" she addressed Rue. It sounded like a question but the Killbilly knew it was a command.
Rue Ann hated being commanded, but it was something she tolerated for now.
"Yes," Rue said. "Just remember the deal. I beat Decker, I get a match against Ariane. I never got to give her a proper FAWN loss."
Desire licked her lips at the idea. "She’d be a lot of fun to play with."
"Especially in front of her fiance," Rue laughed. "Imagine her knowing he’s seeing her stripped and--"
"Yes, yes," Anci said, hand waving it. "But only if you beat Decker. Decker must be humbled."
Rue nodded. "Trust me. I’ll make what I did to Masters look like a gentle, fire-side chat."
"Maybe we should keep Trixie after," Desire said. "Like Miriam did to that blonde loser forever ago."
Before Rue could answer, a production assistant gave them the cue the match was set to start.
The beach-side sound system sparked to life and the familiar, ever unseen FAWN announcer spoke up. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is an anything goes, submission only Beach Brawl for the FAWN Intercontinental Title! Coming to the ring first, standing at five feet four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… accompanied by Desire and --" The announcer stopped speaking, mumbling as he read. He let out an audible, exhausted sigh as he continued, "-- and FAWN’s Vice President, Anciline de Cyr… RUE ANN MACKENNA!"
"BURY THEM DEEP" by GHOULTOWN
A tent on one end of the private beach flies open and the ginger menace, Rue Ann MacKenna saunters out in a blue bikini held up by gold chains. Anci proudly strides at her side, smirking at the referee waiting for them. She can tell by his expression he’s already dreading this. Good. The peons shouldn’t enjoy work. It sets a bad example and lets them forget their station. On the other side of Rue, the woman known as the Naughty Schoolgirl exchanged glances with Rue, barely able to contain her glee at what’s to come. The fact the watching FAWNatics were offering them a mix of boos and catcalls egged her on.
As Rue Ann went to her "corner," a set of swaying palm trees, the announcer began again.
"And her opponent, standing at five feet, three inches and one hundred twenty-four pounds… she is the FAWN Intercontinental Champion--"
"FOR NOW!" Anci shrieked angrily.
"… TRIXIE DECKER!" the announcer finished.
TRIXIE DECKER:
"WOLF LIKE ME" by LOCAL H
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The flap to Trixie’s tent flew open and the pink-and-white striped bikini clad Intercontinental champ strode out, the belt hanging off her waist. The plate almost obscured her thong-cut briefs, making some onlookers think – or hope – she came out bottomless. She walked to the sand pit and took in the layout.
Several palm trees, some folding chairs, a picnic basket, a wooden picnic table. She weighed options as she undid the belt and held it up to the cheering fans. Finally, she handed if over to the official, who brought it to Rue Ann to inspect.
Anci stroked the plate, cooing at the little hillbilly, "Soon, vous shall wear it! Not this… putain!" She gestured dismissively to Trixie, who just rolled her eyes. The VP turned to the official. "Explain les règles to this slut."
The official mouthed a silent, "I’m sorry," to Trixie before going into his spiel. "Per Ms. de Cyr’s ‘request,’ no DQ, no pinfalls, no knockouts. Submissions only."
"I want to hear ce cochon cry out for mercy!" de Cyr demanded.
"Anci, chill," Rue said, her annoyance with the VP’s obsession with breaking Trixie now well on her nerves. Anci seemed not to notice, or care, but Desire did and shifted uncomfortably.
"As I was saying, Ms. de Cyr was very insistent you understand this is a ‘classic’ FAWN match, so, uh…" He coughed nervously. "In her words, if you don’t want to be stripped, fucked, and made into a dripping plaything, there’s no ‘shame’ in surrendering the title." He swallowed nervously. "Again, her words. Not mine."
"Why would I surrender?" Trixie laughed. "She doesn’t even believe Rue can beat me."
"Excuse you?!" MacKenna boomed.
"You heard me, backwoods," Trixie said. "Why else would she have herself and the menopausal schoolgirl here to back you up?"
Desire instinctively took a step forward but Rue placed a hand on her chest, holding her back. The ginger spouted off to Trixie, "They wanna watch me beat you up close!"
"Bullshit," Trixie shot back. "It’s the same as with Taffy. She chose Taffy ‘cuz she knew that meant Kate would be there, too. She chose you ‘cuz you’re buddies with Desire. Fuck, I wouldn’t be shocked if Desire being here was her idea."
Desire’s face flushed with embarrassment and realization. Rue held a poker face, but Anci fumed.
"La vache is playing, how you say, ‘head games!’" Anci shrieked. "Start the match!"
A bell sounded and Rue Ann ran across the sand at Trixie, barreling into the brunette and slamming her onto her back. A cloud of sand rose as the hit the ground. Rue Ann wasted no time going straight for the face, punching and clawing Trixie mercilessly. Trixie clenched her eyes shut as sand blinded her, but with her attack on top of her there wasn’t must worry about finding Rue. She reached up with both hands and entwined her fingers into MacKenna’s red locks. With a quick but hard yank, Trixie yanked Rue down, face first, into a headbutt that caught the ginger in the nose. Rue let out a stream of swears, but the distraction let Trixie dump her onto her side and get up.
Rue began to push herself up to her feet but Trixie slammed a knee between her eye repeated. The Kentucky Mauler yelped in pain, dazed, as Trixie grabbed her wrist and began spinning her around. Finally, Trixie released her hold on Rue’s arm and sent her face-first into one of the palm trees. Rue stumbled back a few inches before receiving a dropkick in the back that sent her right back into the tree.
The FAWNatics loved it.
Anci and Desire? Not so much.
"Get up!" Anci shrieked. "Combattez, chien sans valeur!"
Desire gave Anci an angry look but the French woman held up a hand, beckoning her to be silent.
"You’ve got ring rust," Trixie taunted as she hauled Rue up. "It’s been almost a year since you had a match, and you got your ass beat by Ariane." Trixie grabbed Rue’s long hair then dropped to a knee. She pulled the red mop down and yanked Rue backwards, the back of her neck slamming on Trixie’s outstretched knee. "And the rust fucking shows!" Trixie punctuated it with a heart punch before pushing her opponent, face first, into the sand.
Rue felt rage boiling up. She knew Trixie was right and that make her even angrier. She palmed the sand and slowly rose, only for Trixie to kick a cloud of sand into her face. Rue coughed and gagged as sand invaded her lungs.
Trixie moved to Rue’s rear, grabbing the hillbilly’s left leg, raising it, stomping her own foot on the back of Rue’s knee and the dropping the limb to the ground. Trixie viciously twisted the lower leg back and forth while Rue cried out in pain. Trixie held onto the ankle and fell backwards, twisting the leg in a direction it didn’t want to go in.
Anci’s face grew redder and redder. She’d chosen Rue for this fight specifically because she was notoriously cruel. Hell, no one ever heard from Sunni Masters after their fight. But it was becoming apparent the woman hadn’t kept to her regimen for the last year, whereas Decker was active in multiple companies. Anci began to worry she’d chosen poorly… again.
Desire looked to Anci. "If you distract the referee, I can help Rue," she whispered.
"Quoi?" Anci asked.
"Distract the ref! I’ll sneak attack Decker!" Desire insisted.
Anciline leaned in closer. "Just attack her."
"But Rue would get disq--" Desire suddenly remembered. No DQs. She grinned.
Trixie was sitting on Rue’s back, pulling her back in a camel clutch and clubbing her opponent in her generous chest. The fans were adoring the rippling of Rue’s chest with each hit, so all were distracted when Desire broke into a run and threw a punch into the back of Trixie’s head. Decker released the clutch and grabbed the back of her head. Desire reached around her head and gouged her talons into Trixie’s eyes. Immediately, the referee jumped into action.
"That’s it! That’s--" he began.
"No DQ!" Desire laughed as she scratched her trapped prey across the face.
The zebra fumed. She was right, but he still had some power. "Okay, fine. Get out of here! I can still send you--"
"Vous êtes rejeté," Anciline calmly said.
"What?" asked the referee.
"You… are… overruled," Anciline repeated in English, obviously put out by both need to repeat and translate her statement.
The referee’s mouth dropped. She could do that. She could really do that. The idea she would never dawned on him. Instead, all he could do was watch as the older blonde attempted to shred Trixie’s face, giving Rue time to gather herself up.
"I have wanted to tear you apart since you showed up in FAWN!" Desire cried as she pulled on Trixie’s long black hair. She sent a series of kicks into Decker’s back, while Rue threw a few between her breasts, into Trixie’s sternum. Desire kicked Trixie in the back of the head. "Being a hypersexual nymph’s my thing! Mine!"
"Yours and half of FAWN’s," Trixie said just as Rue slapped her across the face.
Desire pulled Trixie up by her hair again. "You act like you’re better than me! You think you’re better than me? Why on earth--"
"Because of my win-loss record," Trixie called out, enduring the pain. "Bitch, you biggest win was over Sweet Caroline!"
Desire floundered, trying to find words, but Rue snapped her out of it. "The sooner we beat her, the sooner we can fuck her stupid," Rue reminded. Desire nodded, palming the back of Trixie’s head. She shoved the goth’s face into Rue’s generous cleavage before hugging both of the from behind Trixie, her own tits and Rue’s sandwiching Trixie’s head.
Trixie immediately began scratching at Rue’s side, leaving long red streaks. In an attempt to settle Trixie down, Desire slid one of her hands into Trixie’s briefs and invaded her womanhood, fondling her slowly. Rue smiled as she felt Trixie’s breath exhale a gasp into her chest. Still, she frantically struggled. But soon, Rue knew that would stop.
And then the annoying ref spoke. "You can’t win that way," he said. "No knockouts."
"What are you on about?!" Anci demanded from the sidelines.
"You set the rules, remember?" the ref asked. "Submissions only. A knock-out won’t count."
"We could keep going," Desire offered to Rue. She could feel Trixie’s juices starting to drip down her fingers. "Play with her and--"
Rue shook her head as she pulled away. She threw a sucker punch into Trixie’s gut. "Get her cum drunk and she might not be able to submit all proper."
The women each took an arm on Trixie and twisted it before driving her down to her knees. They then each pulled their arm out, stomping their bare feet on either side of Trixie’s face to brace as they yanked harder and harder. Trixie could only grit her teeth and take it. Anci, meanwhile, demanded a Gladiatrix photographer get closer to get as many pictures of Trixie being humiliated as possible.
Finally, the women pulled their feet from Trixie’s head and, in sync, slammed their knees into her face. She fell back, cradling her face. Desire looked around and clapped as she pointed to the picnic basket.
"Let’s see what goodies are in there!" she cooed. The two hurried to the basket to search through it.
Trixie mentally did the math of the match. On her own, Trixie knew she could tear Desire apart. Rue? If this was the Rue from 2014, 2015, Trixie would be in trouble. It would be toe-to-toe, with Rue having a strength advantage. But it wasn’t. She was slower, and sloppier. Trixie had a chance against both of them, but it would be hard to get Rue to submit with Desire there to help out.
Her mind drifted to how angry Rue got earlier at her words. It was worth a shot.
Desire reached into the basket and pulled out a comically large vibrator. "This would split her in two," she said, in awe."
"Perfect." Rue snatched the toy. "What else we got?"
Across the beach, they heard Trixie’s voice: "Hopefully some good excuses why you totally could have won this fight without help."
Rue and Desire glared at Trixie, dropping the basket. A bottle of wine and a few foodstuffs rolled out.
"The fuck are you on about?" Rue asked.
Trixie pushed herself to her feet, using the wooden picnic table to help her. "Come on, Rue. Assuming you win this – and that’s a big ‘if’ – you’re not gonna keep the title more that one defense. Anci’s not gonna let Desire come to help you in every fight."
"I don’t need help to beat your ass!" Rue hissed, waving the sex toy threateningly.
"Fooled me," Trixie said. "If Desire hadn’t run in, you’d still be in a camel clutch. You think people won’t swoop in to take the belt off you? Easy pickings. Fuck, the second Trisha hears--"
"Trisha’s gone!" Desire blurted out. "Has been for years!"
"Trisha smells weakness," Trixie said, getting to wobbly feet. "And the two of you together? That’s a double-scoop of ‘not a fucking chance.’ After all, you only beat Shelby because of Rue, right, ‘schoolgirl?’"
Desire had enough and broke into a run, her bare feet padding into the sand. But as soon as she got into reach, Trixie greeted the FAWN original with a drop toehold.
DROP TOEHOLD:
Desire fell, face-first, right into the unforgiving top of the wooden picnic table. Trixie hopped up, grabbed Desire by the hair, and slammed her face into the table a few more times for good measure, before turning to face Rue.
But Rue was on top of Trixie already, clotheslining her into the table as well. Decker slammed backwards into the wood, yelping in pain as splinters greeted her. Rue yanked her back and shoved Trixie’s head between her thighs. She hoisted Decker up and powerbombed the brunette onto the table’s top, causing the rickety thing to rattle.
"Fuck it," Rue snarled. She ripped her top and bottom off, wrapping the chains around her hands, before crawling on top of the table. Straddling Trixie’s chest, Rue began wailing on Trixie’s face. It wasn’t long before streaks of red were seeping out of open cuts on the champ’s face.
When Rue tired of her face, she res-positioned herself into a face-sit. Her exposed womanhood slammed into Trixie’s face. Again, Rue repeated the beating into Trixie’s stomach. The chains made her powerful hits even worse. Still, Trixie’s words haunted Rue. She knew she wasn’t hitting as hard as she used to, and it was her own fault she wasn’t as strong as she once was. This, of course, made her madder and madder – which meant more beating for Trixie.
Under her, Trixie felt herself being smothered out. Maybe Rue couldn’t win by a knockout, but if Trixie passed out she’d be completely at Rue’s mercy and there’s be no way she’d come back. She felt Rue’s pussy glide across her lips, and Trixie had an idea.
As Rue Ann hauled back once more, she felt a sensation fill her… or a tongue, at least. Under her, she felt Trixie tasting her. Trixie’s tongue rolled and folded as it slid inside the ginger. Rue Ann froze, at first unsure what to do. Then, despite herself, a long moan escaped her. Rue’s body began to shudder and she doubled over.
"F...fuck," Rue whimpered. "Y...you’re good at this."
She felt Trixie’s hands grab her by the hips and guide her up and down, tongue-fucking her. Rue could only squeak and groan. She looked to Desire to call for help, but Desire was still laid out in the sand. And then, just as she felt a crescendo arriving, a sharp agony ripped through Rue’s body as Trixie bit down on her clit.
Hard.
Rue shrieked and screamed as she pried herself from Trixie, hobbling away and clutching herself. Trixie pulled in air as she rose, wiping Rue’s flavor from her lips.
"I thought you liked it rough," Trixie joked.
Rue took a wild swing at Trixie, but Decker caught the arm and twisted it. She flung Rue around, driving her into the sand. Trixie stood on the back of Rue’s knees, grabbed her arms, and rolled backwards. She elevated Rue in a surfboard stretch, letting the hooting fans see Rue in all her nude glory.
SURFBOARD STRETCH:
"Give in!" Trixie demanded.
"Go to hell!" Rue cried out.
Trixie cranked the hold and shook Rue, but after a minute it was obvious this wouldn’t work. She rolled onto her side, dumping Rue to the sand.
Rue’s body was aching, further reminding her how far out of shape she was. She looked around, seeing the dropped vibrator. Her hand reached over to grab it just as she felt Trixie snag her hair. Rue spun around, shattering the toy across Trixie’s face. The vibrator exploded in a shower of debris. Trixie stumbled backwards and Rue reached up and ripped Trixie’s top off with one hand. Her other hand grabbed Trixie’s briefs and yanked them up, invading Trixie’s "personal space."
Rue rose and clocked Trixie across the jaw. The brunette spun around as Rue stooped. MacKenna pulled Trixie onto her shoulders in a torture rack
TORTURE RACK:
Trixie groaned in agony and Rue shook her violently. Ripping Trixie’s bottoms off her, Rue slid three fingers inside her prey while her other hand dove into Trixie’s mouth, giving her a mandible claw. Rue bounced Trixie up and down as she continued to raid her on both ends. But unlike Trixie’s earlier oral, Rue’s digits were cruel, scraping and scratching Trixie’s inside and leaving bits of sand. The ref checked for submission but, even if Trixie wanted to, she couldn’t say a word and the pain was sending too many spasms through her body for her to be able to do much more than suffer.
Finally, Rue dropped Trixie across a knee for a back breaker before letting her fall onto the sand. Trixie clutched her crotch, almost blind with pain. Rue pulled her up into a sleeper hold.
"Tap," Rue growled. "Tap and I’ll only make your suffering long and drawn out here on the beach. Trust me, I can make you regret ever joining FAWN."
Trixie gurgled, her vision becoming spotty. Her hands frantically patted the ground until she felt a cluster of sea shells. She snagged them up in her fist, their sharp edges sticking out, and began punching backwards into Rue’s face.
The Killbilly attempted to weather the beatings, but each hit drew more blood. Finally, one slam was just too close to her eyes and Rue flinched, pulling away. Trixie whirled around and rammed her fist into Rue’s temple, embedding shell fragments into her skin. Rue screams and swung wildly at Trixie, who ducked easily.
A knee rammed into Rue’s midsection, folding her forward. Trixie leaped onto the ginger, twisting and pulling her limbs as she put Rue through her finisher, Get Jinxed!
GET JINXED:
"Do NOT submit!" Anciline screeched. She looked to Desire, who was slowly coming to, but knew she’d be useless. The only option was to interfere herself. Anci broke into a run, bolting towards where Trixie was twisting the naked Rue Ann beyond her tolerance.
But before she arrived, she saw the tap. And so did the referee.
The official signaled the time keeper and a bell rang out.
"Your winner and still Intercontinental Champion… TRIXIE DECKER!"
The referee walked towards Trixie and held up her arm before handing the belt to her. She slid it around her waist, making it the only clothing she was currently wearing. She turned to Rue, who was in a crumpled heap and cradling her arms.
"Now, what was it about this being a ‘true FAWN match?’" Trixie asked, admiring Rue’s naked form. "Normally, I wouldn’t, but it only seems fair."
"Leave her alone!" Desire demanded, getting between the two of them.
Trixie looked up at Desire. "Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten what I owe you, you rott-"
The rest of the sentence was lost in a gurgle as, behind her, Anciline wrapped Trixie’s own bikini top around her neck and tightened it. Desire took a few cheap shots, pelting her fists into Trixie’s gut before following with a low blow. Decker gaped and howled silently and she fell to her knees. While Anci continued her assault, Desire pulled Rue Ann to her feet and helped her escape, vanishing down the beach.
"You… miserable… gutterslut," Anci hissed as she continued to throttle Trixie. "This is the last time--"
"That’s enough, Anciline!" bellowed a voice behind the French woman. Anci instinctively released the top and the choke, letting Trixie fall forward and gasp for air. She slowly turned around to face her so-called superior.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
"Anciline, this has grown beyond tiresome," FAWN’s head exec Bethany Christian said coldly. "You decided… three years ago, I’ll remind you… to punish someone for made-up reasons because you were bored. I turned blind eyes when it was random employees over the years, but this time it was talent. And you’ve been sour ever since that she survived your brainchild of a match…" Bethany leaned closer. "And since she beat you."
Anciline felt her hands curling into fists.
"And this? Or all the worse matches you tried to do behind my back? Yes, I know about your attempts to contact your old friends to put Trixie through a ringer. It’s embarrassing. It embarrasses me, it embarrasses FAWN, and even though you’re too obtuse to see it, you’re embarrassing yourself."
"Surveillez votre ton," Anciline warned.
"You don’t give me orders," Bethany shot back. "For God’s sake, Anciline. Have some dignity. The board is concerned, but that concern is giving way to exhaustion and irritation."
"And?" Anciline demanded. "Vous seem to forget, I do not possess mon titre due to some kindness on your part. I received it because because je suis un investisseur--"
"You are an investor, yes," Bethany cut in. "A minority investor. That means, if the rest of the board wants, they can turn on you and deal with you."
"You don’t have le droit--" Anci protested but, again, Bethany shut her down.
"I have the right and the responsibility. Now, if you’re craving ring action so desperately, I’d be happy to arrange it. But I need to you drop this absurd grudge you manufactured." Christian dusted some of the sand off her blouse. "And I thought your Erway issues were bad."
If steam could have come out of Anci’s ears it would have. "Do not… mention her to me again," she hissed, remembering the horrible humiliation she felt at the hands of Krystal Erway years ago. "Ever."
Bethany cocked an eyebrow. "You can’t handle someone getting the best of you, can you? It rots you on the inside. So this… this isn’t just going to go away unless Trixie or you leave FAWN, or you finally get your way." She thought for a second, the turned to Trixie, who had put her bikini back on.
"Decker, how much do you trust me?" Bethany asked.
"More than you likely deserve," the younger woman admitted.
Bethany only nodded stoically before looking back Anciline. "Here’s the deal. At FAWNamania, Trixie will fight in a match of your choosing, against an opponent of your choosing as well. It has to be a match she has as much a chance of winning as her opponent – no four on one nonsense again. If she loses, not only does she lose the belt, she can never challenge for a title in FAWN for the rest of her career and, for the next year, you decide all her matches. You have complete control of her career in this company."
Anciline’s eyes widened hungrily, but she attempted to maintain composure. "Et si elle gagne?"
"If she wins," Bethany said, stepping even closer to the veep, "You spend Halloween fighting in a match of my design… with any stipulation I see fit… against anyone I wish." A spark of wickedness glinted in Christian’s eyes, a flare of evil not seen as often since she’d left regular competitor-ship in FAWN. "After all, you still have a talent contract here as well."
"As do tu," Anciline answered. This seemed too good. She looked to Trixie, as did Christian.
"Are you okay with this?" Bethany asked.
"I mean, if I say no, I gotta keep dealing with this bullshit no matter what," Trixie said. "But I want an addition, since I’m the one being asked to take all the risk. If I win, in addition to all of that, Anciline is not allowed to decide or interfere with my career at FAWN ever again – directly or indirectly." She folded her arms. "This shit shoulda been done years ago."
Bethany looked back to Anciline, who was all smiles.
"I accept ces termes," Anciline replied. She looked back to Trixie. "Tu es mort."
"Oh my God, shut the hell up," Trixie answered. "It’s bad enough I didn’t get to give Rue the ending she deserved. I gotta listen to you, too?"
Anci turned on her heels and strode away, pulling her phone out and furiously texting. A production assistant gave a sign that the cameras were no longer live and the feed was now back at the arena.
Bethany approached Trixie, studying the smaller woman. "This is going to end."
"You seem to have a lot of faith in that," Decker answered.
"I have faith in your skills and Anci’s arrogance," Bethany said. "But you are right. You are shouldering the bulk of the burden until FAWNamania. I appreciate the trust you’re putting in me."
"Likewise," Trixie muttered, looking down at all the scratches and scrapes Rue left her with.
"You know you could have asked for more in return," Bethany said as they walked towards Trixie’s tent. A ring attendant handed Trixie her belt before vanishing.
"Maybe," Trixie said. "I don’t want for a lot."
"We need to work on that," Bethany said as the two vanished from the sight of the fans.
RUE ANN MACKENNA:
Rue Ann MacKenna peeked out of the tent and at the beach. Soon, she’d be fighting for a belt. Her first match in ten months in FAWN, and a title shot. Years ago, a cockier Rue would have snarked how it was overdue. But now, she was just quiet and adjusting her bikini.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
DESIRE THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL:
"You got this," Desire assured her. They’d gotten along well since Rue helped out a few years back when Desire was facing Shelby Mustang. It wasn’t the deep friendship she’d had with Trisha Belle… or, well, she’d thought she had with Belle. But it was nice Anci insisted on Desire being here for her.
And seeing Desire in her black string bikini didn’t hurt, either.
ANCILINE DE CYR:
Anciline de Cyr strode into the tent confidently. "You will vanquish Decker, no?" she addressed Rue. It sounded like a question but the Killbilly knew it was a command.
Rue Ann hated being commanded, but it was something she tolerated for now.
"Yes," Rue said. "Just remember the deal. I beat Decker, I get a match against Ariane. I never got to give her a proper FAWN loss."
Desire licked her lips at the idea. "She’d be a lot of fun to play with."
"Especially in front of her fiance," Rue laughed. "Imagine her knowing he’s seeing her stripped and--"
"Yes, yes," Anci said, hand waving it. "But only if you beat Decker. Decker must be humbled."
Rue nodded. "Trust me. I’ll make what I did to Masters look like a gentle, fire-side chat."
"Maybe we should keep Trixie after," Desire said. "Like Miriam did to that blonde loser forever ago."
Before Rue could answer, a production assistant gave them the cue the match was set to start.
The beach-side sound system sparked to life and the familiar, ever unseen FAWN announcer spoke up. "Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is an anything goes, submission only Beach Brawl for the FAWN Intercontinental Title! Coming to the ring first, standing at five feet four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… accompanied by Desire and --" The announcer stopped speaking, mumbling as he read. He let out an audible, exhausted sigh as he continued, "-- and FAWN’s Vice President, Anciline de Cyr… RUE ANN MACKENNA!"
"BURY THEM DEEP" by GHOULTOWN
A tent on one end of the private beach flies open and the ginger menace, Rue Ann MacKenna saunters out in a blue bikini held up by gold chains. Anci proudly strides at her side, smirking at the referee waiting for them. She can tell by his expression he’s already dreading this. Good. The peons shouldn’t enjoy work. It sets a bad example and lets them forget their station. On the other side of Rue, the woman known as the Naughty Schoolgirl exchanged glances with Rue, barely able to contain her glee at what’s to come. The fact the watching FAWNatics were offering them a mix of boos and catcalls egged her on.
As Rue Ann went to her "corner," a set of swaying palm trees, the announcer began again.
"And her opponent, standing at five feet, three inches and one hundred twenty-four pounds… she is the FAWN Intercontinental Champion--"
"FOR NOW!" Anci shrieked angrily.
"… TRIXIE DECKER!" the announcer finished.
TRIXIE DECKER:
"WOLF LIKE ME" by LOCAL H
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The flap to Trixie’s tent flew open and the pink-and-white striped bikini clad Intercontinental champ strode out, the belt hanging off her waist. The plate almost obscured her thong-cut briefs, making some onlookers think – or hope – she came out bottomless. She walked to the sand pit and took in the layout.
Several palm trees, some folding chairs, a picnic basket, a wooden picnic table. She weighed options as she undid the belt and held it up to the cheering fans. Finally, she handed if over to the official, who brought it to Rue Ann to inspect.
Anci stroked the plate, cooing at the little hillbilly, "Soon, vous shall wear it! Not this… putain!" She gestured dismissively to Trixie, who just rolled her eyes. The VP turned to the official. "Explain les règles to this slut."
The official mouthed a silent, "I’m sorry," to Trixie before going into his spiel. "Per Ms. de Cyr’s ‘request,’ no DQ, no pinfalls, no knockouts. Submissions only."
"I want to hear ce cochon cry out for mercy!" de Cyr demanded.
"Anci, chill," Rue said, her annoyance with the VP’s obsession with breaking Trixie now well on her nerves. Anci seemed not to notice, or care, but Desire did and shifted uncomfortably.
"As I was saying, Ms. de Cyr was very insistent you understand this is a ‘classic’ FAWN match, so, uh…" He coughed nervously. "In her words, if you don’t want to be stripped, fucked, and made into a dripping plaything, there’s no ‘shame’ in surrendering the title." He swallowed nervously. "Again, her words. Not mine."
"Why would I surrender?" Trixie laughed. "She doesn’t even believe Rue can beat me."
"Excuse you?!" MacKenna boomed.
"You heard me, backwoods," Trixie said. "Why else would she have herself and the menopausal schoolgirl here to back you up?"
Desire instinctively took a step forward but Rue placed a hand on her chest, holding her back. The ginger spouted off to Trixie, "They wanna watch me beat you up close!"
"Bullshit," Trixie shot back. "It’s the same as with Taffy. She chose Taffy ‘cuz she knew that meant Kate would be there, too. She chose you ‘cuz you’re buddies with Desire. Fuck, I wouldn’t be shocked if Desire being here was her idea."
Desire’s face flushed with embarrassment and realization. Rue held a poker face, but Anci fumed.
"La vache is playing, how you say, ‘head games!’" Anci shrieked. "Start the match!"
A bell sounded and Rue Ann ran across the sand at Trixie, barreling into the brunette and slamming her onto her back. A cloud of sand rose as the hit the ground. Rue Ann wasted no time going straight for the face, punching and clawing Trixie mercilessly. Trixie clenched her eyes shut as sand blinded her, but with her attack on top of her there wasn’t must worry about finding Rue. She reached up with both hands and entwined her fingers into MacKenna’s red locks. With a quick but hard yank, Trixie yanked Rue down, face first, into a headbutt that caught the ginger in the nose. Rue let out a stream of swears, but the distraction let Trixie dump her onto her side and get up.
Rue began to push herself up to her feet but Trixie slammed a knee between her eye repeated. The Kentucky Mauler yelped in pain, dazed, as Trixie grabbed her wrist and began spinning her around. Finally, Trixie released her hold on Rue’s arm and sent her face-first into one of the palm trees. Rue stumbled back a few inches before receiving a dropkick in the back that sent her right back into the tree.
The FAWNatics loved it.
Anci and Desire? Not so much.
"Get up!" Anci shrieked. "Combattez, chien sans valeur!"
Desire gave Anci an angry look but the French woman held up a hand, beckoning her to be silent.
"You’ve got ring rust," Trixie taunted as she hauled Rue up. "It’s been almost a year since you had a match, and you got your ass beat by Ariane." Trixie grabbed Rue’s long hair then dropped to a knee. She pulled the red mop down and yanked Rue backwards, the back of her neck slamming on Trixie’s outstretched knee. "And the rust fucking shows!" Trixie punctuated it with a heart punch before pushing her opponent, face first, into the sand.
Rue felt rage boiling up. She knew Trixie was right and that make her even angrier. She palmed the sand and slowly rose, only for Trixie to kick a cloud of sand into her face. Rue coughed and gagged as sand invaded her lungs.
Trixie moved to Rue’s rear, grabbing the hillbilly’s left leg, raising it, stomping her own foot on the back of Rue’s knee and the dropping the limb to the ground. Trixie viciously twisted the lower leg back and forth while Rue cried out in pain. Trixie held onto the ankle and fell backwards, twisting the leg in a direction it didn’t want to go in.
Anci’s face grew redder and redder. She’d chosen Rue for this fight specifically because she was notoriously cruel. Hell, no one ever heard from Sunni Masters after their fight. But it was becoming apparent the woman hadn’t kept to her regimen for the last year, whereas Decker was active in multiple companies. Anci began to worry she’d chosen poorly… again.
Desire looked to Anci. "If you distract the referee, I can help Rue," she whispered.
"Quoi?" Anci asked.
"Distract the ref! I’ll sneak attack Decker!" Desire insisted.
Anciline leaned in closer. "Just attack her."
"But Rue would get disq--" Desire suddenly remembered. No DQs. She grinned.
Trixie was sitting on Rue’s back, pulling her back in a camel clutch and clubbing her opponent in her generous chest. The fans were adoring the rippling of Rue’s chest with each hit, so all were distracted when Desire broke into a run and threw a punch into the back of Trixie’s head. Decker released the clutch and grabbed the back of her head. Desire reached around her head and gouged her talons into Trixie’s eyes. Immediately, the referee jumped into action.
"That’s it! That’s--" he began.
"No DQ!" Desire laughed as she scratched her trapped prey across the face.
The zebra fumed. She was right, but he still had some power. "Okay, fine. Get out of here! I can still send you--"
"Vous êtes rejeté," Anciline calmly said.
"What?" asked the referee.
"You… are… overruled," Anciline repeated in English, obviously put out by both need to repeat and translate her statement.
The referee’s mouth dropped. She could do that. She could really do that. The idea she would never dawned on him. Instead, all he could do was watch as the older blonde attempted to shred Trixie’s face, giving Rue time to gather herself up.
"I have wanted to tear you apart since you showed up in FAWN!" Desire cried as she pulled on Trixie’s long black hair. She sent a series of kicks into Decker’s back, while Rue threw a few between her breasts, into Trixie’s sternum. Desire kicked Trixie in the back of the head. "Being a hypersexual nymph’s my thing! Mine!"
"Yours and half of FAWN’s," Trixie said just as Rue slapped her across the face.
Desire pulled Trixie up by her hair again. "You act like you’re better than me! You think you’re better than me? Why on earth--"
"Because of my win-loss record," Trixie called out, enduring the pain. "Bitch, you biggest win was over Sweet Caroline!"
Desire floundered, trying to find words, but Rue snapped her out of it. "The sooner we beat her, the sooner we can fuck her stupid," Rue reminded. Desire nodded, palming the back of Trixie’s head. She shoved the goth’s face into Rue’s generous cleavage before hugging both of the from behind Trixie, her own tits and Rue’s sandwiching Trixie’s head.
Trixie immediately began scratching at Rue’s side, leaving long red streaks. In an attempt to settle Trixie down, Desire slid one of her hands into Trixie’s briefs and invaded her womanhood, fondling her slowly. Rue smiled as she felt Trixie’s breath exhale a gasp into her chest. Still, she frantically struggled. But soon, Rue knew that would stop.
And then the annoying ref spoke. "You can’t win that way," he said. "No knockouts."
"What are you on about?!" Anci demanded from the sidelines.
"You set the rules, remember?" the ref asked. "Submissions only. A knock-out won’t count."
"We could keep going," Desire offered to Rue. She could feel Trixie’s juices starting to drip down her fingers. "Play with her and--"
Rue shook her head as she pulled away. She threw a sucker punch into Trixie’s gut. "Get her cum drunk and she might not be able to submit all proper."
The women each took an arm on Trixie and twisted it before driving her down to her knees. They then each pulled their arm out, stomping their bare feet on either side of Trixie’s face to brace as they yanked harder and harder. Trixie could only grit her teeth and take it. Anci, meanwhile, demanded a Gladiatrix photographer get closer to get as many pictures of Trixie being humiliated as possible.
Finally, the women pulled their feet from Trixie’s head and, in sync, slammed their knees into her face. She fell back, cradling her face. Desire looked around and clapped as she pointed to the picnic basket.
"Let’s see what goodies are in there!" she cooed. The two hurried to the basket to search through it.
Trixie mentally did the math of the match. On her own, Trixie knew she could tear Desire apart. Rue? If this was the Rue from 2014, 2015, Trixie would be in trouble. It would be toe-to-toe, with Rue having a strength advantage. But it wasn’t. She was slower, and sloppier. Trixie had a chance against both of them, but it would be hard to get Rue to submit with Desire there to help out.
Her mind drifted to how angry Rue got earlier at her words. It was worth a shot.
Desire reached into the basket and pulled out a comically large vibrator. "This would split her in two," she said, in awe."
"Perfect." Rue snatched the toy. "What else we got?"
Across the beach, they heard Trixie’s voice: "Hopefully some good excuses why you totally could have won this fight without help."
Rue and Desire glared at Trixie, dropping the basket. A bottle of wine and a few foodstuffs rolled out.
"The fuck are you on about?" Rue asked.
Trixie pushed herself to her feet, using the wooden picnic table to help her. "Come on, Rue. Assuming you win this – and that’s a big ‘if’ – you’re not gonna keep the title more that one defense. Anci’s not gonna let Desire come to help you in every fight."
"I don’t need help to beat your ass!" Rue hissed, waving the sex toy threateningly.
"Fooled me," Trixie said. "If Desire hadn’t run in, you’d still be in a camel clutch. You think people won’t swoop in to take the belt off you? Easy pickings. Fuck, the second Trisha hears--"
"Trisha’s gone!" Desire blurted out. "Has been for years!"
"Trisha smells weakness," Trixie said, getting to wobbly feet. "And the two of you together? That’s a double-scoop of ‘not a fucking chance.’ After all, you only beat Shelby because of Rue, right, ‘schoolgirl?’"
Desire had enough and broke into a run, her bare feet padding into the sand. But as soon as she got into reach, Trixie greeted the FAWN original with a drop toehold.
DROP TOEHOLD:
Desire fell, face-first, right into the unforgiving top of the wooden picnic table. Trixie hopped up, grabbed Desire by the hair, and slammed her face into the table a few more times for good measure, before turning to face Rue.
But Rue was on top of Trixie already, clotheslining her into the table as well. Decker slammed backwards into the wood, yelping in pain as splinters greeted her. Rue yanked her back and shoved Trixie’s head between her thighs. She hoisted Decker up and powerbombed the brunette onto the table’s top, causing the rickety thing to rattle.
"Fuck it," Rue snarled. She ripped her top and bottom off, wrapping the chains around her hands, before crawling on top of the table. Straddling Trixie’s chest, Rue began wailing on Trixie’s face. It wasn’t long before streaks of red were seeping out of open cuts on the champ’s face.
When Rue tired of her face, she res-positioned herself into a face-sit. Her exposed womanhood slammed into Trixie’s face. Again, Rue repeated the beating into Trixie’s stomach. The chains made her powerful hits even worse. Still, Trixie’s words haunted Rue. She knew she wasn’t hitting as hard as she used to, and it was her own fault she wasn’t as strong as she once was. This, of course, made her madder and madder – which meant more beating for Trixie.
Under her, Trixie felt herself being smothered out. Maybe Rue couldn’t win by a knockout, but if Trixie passed out she’d be completely at Rue’s mercy and there’s be no way she’d come back. She felt Rue’s pussy glide across her lips, and Trixie had an idea.
As Rue Ann hauled back once more, she felt a sensation fill her… or a tongue, at least. Under her, she felt Trixie tasting her. Trixie’s tongue rolled and folded as it slid inside the ginger. Rue Ann froze, at first unsure what to do. Then, despite herself, a long moan escaped her. Rue’s body began to shudder and she doubled over.
"F...fuck," Rue whimpered. "Y...you’re good at this."
She felt Trixie’s hands grab her by the hips and guide her up and down, tongue-fucking her. Rue could only squeak and groan. She looked to Desire to call for help, but Desire was still laid out in the sand. And then, just as she felt a crescendo arriving, a sharp agony ripped through Rue’s body as Trixie bit down on her clit.
Hard.
Rue shrieked and screamed as she pried herself from Trixie, hobbling away and clutching herself. Trixie pulled in air as she rose, wiping Rue’s flavor from her lips.
"I thought you liked it rough," Trixie joked.
Rue took a wild swing at Trixie, but Decker caught the arm and twisted it. She flung Rue around, driving her into the sand. Trixie stood on the back of Rue’s knees, grabbed her arms, and rolled backwards. She elevated Rue in a surfboard stretch, letting the hooting fans see Rue in all her nude glory.
SURFBOARD STRETCH:
"Give in!" Trixie demanded.
"Go to hell!" Rue cried out.
Trixie cranked the hold and shook Rue, but after a minute it was obvious this wouldn’t work. She rolled onto her side, dumping Rue to the sand.
Rue’s body was aching, further reminding her how far out of shape she was. She looked around, seeing the dropped vibrator. Her hand reached over to grab it just as she felt Trixie snag her hair. Rue spun around, shattering the toy across Trixie’s face. The vibrator exploded in a shower of debris. Trixie stumbled backwards and Rue reached up and ripped Trixie’s top off with one hand. Her other hand grabbed Trixie’s briefs and yanked them up, invading Trixie’s "personal space."
Rue rose and clocked Trixie across the jaw. The brunette spun around as Rue stooped. MacKenna pulled Trixie onto her shoulders in a torture rack
TORTURE RACK:
Trixie groaned in agony and Rue shook her violently. Ripping Trixie’s bottoms off her, Rue slid three fingers inside her prey while her other hand dove into Trixie’s mouth, giving her a mandible claw. Rue bounced Trixie up and down as she continued to raid her on both ends. But unlike Trixie’s earlier oral, Rue’s digits were cruel, scraping and scratching Trixie’s inside and leaving bits of sand. The ref checked for submission but, even if Trixie wanted to, she couldn’t say a word and the pain was sending too many spasms through her body for her to be able to do much more than suffer.
Finally, Rue dropped Trixie across a knee for a back breaker before letting her fall onto the sand. Trixie clutched her crotch, almost blind with pain. Rue pulled her up into a sleeper hold.
"Tap," Rue growled. "Tap and I’ll only make your suffering long and drawn out here on the beach. Trust me, I can make you regret ever joining FAWN."
Trixie gurgled, her vision becoming spotty. Her hands frantically patted the ground until she felt a cluster of sea shells. She snagged them up in her fist, their sharp edges sticking out, and began punching backwards into Rue’s face.
The Killbilly attempted to weather the beatings, but each hit drew more blood. Finally, one slam was just too close to her eyes and Rue flinched, pulling away. Trixie whirled around and rammed her fist into Rue’s temple, embedding shell fragments into her skin. Rue screams and swung wildly at Trixie, who ducked easily.
A knee rammed into Rue’s midsection, folding her forward. Trixie leaped onto the ginger, twisting and pulling her limbs as she put Rue through her finisher, Get Jinxed!
GET JINXED:
"Do NOT submit!" Anciline screeched. She looked to Desire, who was slowly coming to, but knew she’d be useless. The only option was to interfere herself. Anci broke into a run, bolting towards where Trixie was twisting the naked Rue Ann beyond her tolerance.
But before she arrived, she saw the tap. And so did the referee.
The official signaled the time keeper and a bell rang out.
"Your winner and still Intercontinental Champion… TRIXIE DECKER!"
The referee walked towards Trixie and held up her arm before handing the belt to her. She slid it around her waist, making it the only clothing she was currently wearing. She turned to Rue, who was in a crumpled heap and cradling her arms.
"Now, what was it about this being a ‘true FAWN match?’" Trixie asked, admiring Rue’s naked form. "Normally, I wouldn’t, but it only seems fair."
"Leave her alone!" Desire demanded, getting between the two of them.
Trixie looked up at Desire. "Oh, don’t think I’ve forgotten what I owe you, you rott-"
The rest of the sentence was lost in a gurgle as, behind her, Anciline wrapped Trixie’s own bikini top around her neck and tightened it. Desire took a few cheap shots, pelting her fists into Trixie’s gut before following with a low blow. Decker gaped and howled silently and she fell to her knees. While Anci continued her assault, Desire pulled Rue Ann to her feet and helped her escape, vanishing down the beach.
"You… miserable… gutterslut," Anci hissed as she continued to throttle Trixie. "This is the last time--"
"That’s enough, Anciline!" bellowed a voice behind the French woman. Anci instinctively released the top and the choke, letting Trixie fall forward and gasp for air. She slowly turned around to face her so-called superior.
BETHANY CHRISTIAN:
"Anciline, this has grown beyond tiresome," FAWN’s head exec Bethany Christian said coldly. "You decided… three years ago, I’ll remind you… to punish someone for made-up reasons because you were bored. I turned blind eyes when it was random employees over the years, but this time it was talent. And you’ve been sour ever since that she survived your brainchild of a match…" Bethany leaned closer. "And since she beat you."
Anciline felt her hands curling into fists.
"And this? Or all the worse matches you tried to do behind my back? Yes, I know about your attempts to contact your old friends to put Trixie through a ringer. It’s embarrassing. It embarrasses me, it embarrasses FAWN, and even though you’re too obtuse to see it, you’re embarrassing yourself."
"Surveillez votre ton," Anciline warned.
"You don’t give me orders," Bethany shot back. "For God’s sake, Anciline. Have some dignity. The board is concerned, but that concern is giving way to exhaustion and irritation."
"And?" Anciline demanded. "Vous seem to forget, I do not possess mon titre due to some kindness on your part. I received it because because je suis un investisseur--"
"You are an investor, yes," Bethany cut in. "A minority investor. That means, if the rest of the board wants, they can turn on you and deal with you."
"You don’t have le droit--" Anci protested but, again, Bethany shut her down.
"I have the right and the responsibility. Now, if you’re craving ring action so desperately, I’d be happy to arrange it. But I need to you drop this absurd grudge you manufactured." Christian dusted some of the sand off her blouse. "And I thought your Erway issues were bad."
If steam could have come out of Anci’s ears it would have. "Do not… mention her to me again," she hissed, remembering the horrible humiliation she felt at the hands of Krystal Erway years ago. "Ever."
Bethany cocked an eyebrow. "You can’t handle someone getting the best of you, can you? It rots you on the inside. So this… this isn’t just going to go away unless Trixie or you leave FAWN, or you finally get your way." She thought for a second, the turned to Trixie, who had put her bikini back on.
"Decker, how much do you trust me?" Bethany asked.
"More than you likely deserve," the younger woman admitted.
Bethany only nodded stoically before looking back Anciline. "Here’s the deal. At FAWNamania, Trixie will fight in a match of your choosing, against an opponent of your choosing as well. It has to be a match she has as much a chance of winning as her opponent – no four on one nonsense again. If she loses, not only does she lose the belt, she can never challenge for a title in FAWN for the rest of her career and, for the next year, you decide all her matches. You have complete control of her career in this company."
Anciline’s eyes widened hungrily, but she attempted to maintain composure. "Et si elle gagne?"
"If she wins," Bethany said, stepping even closer to the veep, "You spend Halloween fighting in a match of my design… with any stipulation I see fit… against anyone I wish." A spark of wickedness glinted in Christian’s eyes, a flare of evil not seen as often since she’d left regular competitor-ship in FAWN. "After all, you still have a talent contract here as well."
"As do tu," Anciline answered. This seemed too good. She looked to Trixie, as did Christian.
"Are you okay with this?" Bethany asked.
"I mean, if I say no, I gotta keep dealing with this bullshit no matter what," Trixie said. "But I want an addition, since I’m the one being asked to take all the risk. If I win, in addition to all of that, Anciline is not allowed to decide or interfere with my career at FAWN ever again – directly or indirectly." She folded her arms. "This shit shoulda been done years ago."
Bethany looked back to Anciline, who was all smiles.
"I accept ces termes," Anciline replied. She looked back to Trixie. "Tu es mort."
"Oh my God, shut the hell up," Trixie answered. "It’s bad enough I didn’t get to give Rue the ending she deserved. I gotta listen to you, too?"
Anci turned on her heels and strode away, pulling her phone out and furiously texting. A production assistant gave a sign that the cameras were no longer live and the feed was now back at the arena.
Bethany approached Trixie, studying the smaller woman. "This is going to end."
"You seem to have a lot of faith in that," Decker answered.
"I have faith in your skills and Anci’s arrogance," Bethany said. "But you are right. You are shouldering the bulk of the burden until FAWNamania. I appreciate the trust you’re putting in me."
"Likewise," Trixie muttered, looking down at all the scratches and scrapes Rue left her with.
"You know you could have asked for more in return," Bethany said as they walked towards Trixie’s tent. A ring attendant handed Trixie her belt before vanishing.
"Maybe," Trixie said. "I don’t want for a lot."
"We need to work on that," Bethany said as the two vanished from the sight of the fans.