Post by hawkeye on Jun 4, 2024 2:02:07 GMT
An unadvertised match has just been added to the card. FAWNatics hurry to their seats wondering which of their beloved stars they will see, the production team doesn’t keep them waiting long and kick in the first entrant’s music.
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“For justice and Glory!!”
Screaming and running out of the from the curtains is a veritable comet of glaring colours. Racing from one end of the stage to the other and pumping her fists is a powerfully built woman of a mocha complexion. Her long, dark, wavy hair has random streaks of colour that catch the light as it trails after her, a stark white handprint gripped the woman’s beautiful features with the thumb going above her right eye and past the brow. Electric Cyan lipstick glaring among the paleness of the palm. A light, neon pink sports bra covered her ample bosom with neon carrot laces crisscrossing the front, her cleavage puffing past the restricting fabric. Giving no mind to fashion or style, Fallout Sunrise wears fluorescent green bottoms and electric red boots. The announcer reads her information to the audience with a hint of disbelief.
“Standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 143 pounds, here by way of a temporal vortex... a Cosmic Warrior from the end of time! The nurturer of hope and light and a bane to grey despair... Fallout Sunrise!!”
With a manic look of absolute intensity, Fallout launches into a dead sprint down the ramp, tassels every colour of the rainbow dangle from her shoulders to pink elbow pads and trails in the wind as she runs. Forgoing every offered hand, the ‘Cosmic Warrior’ runs a full lap around the ring before sliding in. Springing to her feet she takes the nearest top rope in her electric yellow, fingerless gloved hands and starts shaking it, shaking it, shaking it! Fallout’s gritting her teeth with all the energy she’s putting into that cable. It’s about to fly off its hinges. She halts her strange ritual to climb onto the second buckle of the nearest corner and beat her chest while ROARING into the abyss. The crowd is always confused and delighted by this hyperbolic woman and responds with a pavlovian ovation.
“RRaaaagh!!!”
KER-ASSH!!
Fallout Sunrise vaults herself over the top rope onto the apron and dashes across the narrow ledge, she throws herself onto the Singaporean commentators’ table with a giant leap and shatters it to pieces! The crowd screams, “OOOHHHH!!” Momentarily still amongst the wreckage, Fallout surges up as if she didn’t just self-propel through furniture and audio equipment and throws her arms back to roar again at the FAWNatics in attendance, which roar back twice as loud in delight!
Fallout speaks boisterously as she goes to her corner, “Let this battle be the stuff of legend.” She raises her fists for Referee Merle’s pre-match pat-down and stares into the middle distance with wild eyes. He performs the check with the same nervousness of someone defusing a landmine.
The announcer spoke over the sound system again. “And her opponent, standing at five feet, four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… from Bath County, Kentucky… RUE ANN MACKENNA!”
”BURY THEM DEEP” BY GHOULTOWN
The low guitar chords reverberate over the sound system as the lights slowly dim. The silhouette of a familiar curvy redhead is lit up from behind as smoke rolls from the curtain.
RUE ANN MACKENNA
Rue Ann bursts through the curtain in her usual black singlet, slit past her navel, and plods down the entrance ramp. Her hands are tucked behind her back, one first tightly closed. She ignores the usual hate from the fans as she reaches the ring. Unusually, instead of rolling under the bottom rope, Rue Ann takes the steps and slides in between the middle and top cables, still keeping one fist clenched behind her back. She strides straight up to the taller woman and smirks.
The referee walks over to Rue and desperately demands she back up, but instead she whirls on him.
“Did you touch my tit, you perv?!” Rue screams.
“N-no!” the official stammers. “Of course not!”
“You groped me! In front of everyone!” Rue looks to the timekeeper’s table. “You saw it, right?!”
As the zebra turns to the timekeeper to plead his case, Rue takes advantage. Rue hurls her fist at Fallout’s face and the taller woman starts to pull away. But instead of a punch, Rue opens her hand and sends a firstful of sand, chalk, and jalapeno seeds into her eyes. Fallout is instantly blinded, and then blind-sided as Rue kicks a knee up between her legs.
The ref turns in time to see Rue cinching a side-headlock on Fallout and signals for the bell, having missed everything.
“Look at you, full Rock ‘n Wrestling. I love it.” Rue pumps the headlock, her bicep flexing with the strength to crack coconuts and possibly Fallout’s skull. Since her debacle on the beach against Trixie Decker, Rue’s been putting time in the gym and the practice ring with her friend/future lover Hazeema McMurray. There’s no better motivation than your sweaty, busty, bestie cheering you on. Rue lifts a boot and stomps her heel hard on the top of Fallout’s foot, the brunette cries out and instinctively raises her bad wheel, forcing her to limp along when the redhead makes her walk to the corner where Rue thumps Fallout’s head against the middle turnbuckle.
Rue smirks as she puts Sunrise’s back against the corner and pushes on her chin to stretch the Cosmic Warrior’s neck, “I bet you sell tons of action figures.” The Hellbilly makes Sunrise’s tits bounce with an overhand chop to each globe, women in the audience wince and cross their arms over their bounty at each echoing Crack! Then Mackenna sends Sunrise streaking to the far corner with an Irish Whip. Unable to judge the distance with her burning, tear-filled eyes, the Warrior and her freshly chopped chest crash into the pads with a raspy bellow. Sunrise backpeddles cradling her sore front when Mackenna comes by with a Lariat that bangs across the rainbow wrestler’s shoulders. The rainbow wrestler is knocked into a faceplant that nearly flattens Sunrise’s nose and leaves her groaning, not a great start for the eccentric babyface.
Rue Ann stomps Fallout between the shoulders and sits on her back. Cupping under the woman’s chin, Rue cranks Fallout backwards in a Camel Clutch and whispers in her ear.
“Or are you more of a blow-up doll merch girl? I bet there’s a lot of crusty body pillows with your face on it!” Rue begins to twist Fallout’s head side to side. The zebra begins to check for a tap out but the upstart refuses.
After a minute, Rue Ann gets annoyed and releases the hold. She stomps Fallout’s spine and grabs her wrists, pulling the woman’s arms back and lifting her torso off the mat - just to stomp her right back down.
“Stay down and I’ll go easy on you,” Rue hisses a warning. “‘Sides, I think you’ll like the post-match.” She turns her over and grabs the woman’s legs and parts them, only to haul her foot back and aim a kick at her thigh. Fallout sucks in air through her teeth at the pain and tries to pull her legs out of Rue’s grasp and kick the crafty heel away. There’s a lively tug-of-war over the limbs until Rue kicks a leg between Fallout’s raised stems and stomps on the time traveller’s mound like she means to break it. Sunrise gasps in shock and her worryingly red and blurry eyes bulge, with the pain comes a wave of numbness that runs down her long legs that Rue can sense so she lets them flop to the canvas without worry. The Hellbilly leads Sunrise onto shaky stems with a controlling grip on the oddity’s head and then wraps her arms around Sunrise's body length-wise. One arm goes over Fallout’s shoulder and down her back, the other goes between Fallout’s legs and claps on a kneading grip of the taller woman’s meaty cheeks.
Rue lifts and turns the Cosmic Warrior upside down so her multicoloured hair trails down to the mat. She quickly marches in a small circle to show off her regained power before suddenly dropping into a wide-legged seat as she throws Sunrise to the ground in the space between. The harsh Thwamp! of body on canvas is still echoing as Rue palms Sunsrise’s breasts and flattens them for a pin.
MICHINOKU DRIVER
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ONE!
T- Fallout lifts a shoulder with her hands tightened into fists. Her eyes are still burning amongst all the other damage she’s taken so far. Rue shrugs, “If you want to suffer more before losing that’s skin off my ass. I don’t kink shame.” She bangs Fallout’s breasts together twice and slaps a playful beat on those bouncing bongos. When Fallout tries to smack away her groping hands Rue grabs her wrist and drags the Destroyer off the mat with it. Adding her other mitt to the hold Rue sets her feet and sends Sunsrise running to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Training and ring sense kick in letting Fallout turn and hit the ropes properly even with severely reduced vision, and recoil back to Rue Ann. The Bath County Badass doubles over ready to launch Fallout in the air with a Back Body Drop but feels a rush of air travel over her as the Destroyer cleanly leapfrogs over her form. Rue straightens up alarmed and spins to see Fallout rebounding off the second set of ropes and leaping into a Crossbody blow. Their bodies loudly slap together and fall to the mat, Mackenna’s large chest compressing to an A Cup under the oddity’s weight. She shoves Sunrise off her before the referee can make a count and gets to her feet, but Sunrise proves quicker and knocks her to the ground with a swift Clothesline. The redhead bangs the back of her head on the mat and cries out, the aching throbs mixing with her confusion over Fallout’s regained sight.
Correctly guessing Mackenna’s thoughts, Fallout explains as she lifts the heel’s legs by the ankles, “I was taught to see with my mind’s eye by the deoculated monks of Mastadon Valley!” Fallout lowers to the canvas as she twists their legs together into a Figure Four, a submission the Orlando crowd has never seen from the Rainbow Warrior.
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Pouring on the pressure through her sinewy stems Fallout tortures Mackenna’s paler legs, the Southerner has to beat at the mat and bite her wrist to keep from crying out. The Warrior waves Merle over as she works the submission “Arbiter! Some water to clear my vision!?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!” Rue cries out.
“Do you submi–” Merle starts but Rue cuts him off.
“Fuck off, zebra dick!” the redneck howls as she begins pulling herself, and Fallout, towards the ropes. Not wanting Rue to get the break, Fallout releases the hold and grabs Rue by the waist, hauling her up for a bearhug from behind. Fallout shakes the country powerhouse like a dog with a new toy and performs the Heimlich to force the air out of her body. FAWNatics spy some grinding going on in the hug and cheer FS for giving Rue a rare taste of her own sensual medicine. The larger woman squeezes Rue, keeping her feet off the mat… Not only does it hurt, Rue experiences something she rarely goes through in FAWN matches…
Humiliation.
Rue doesn’t have much time to drink the shame in before Fallout runs at the closest turnbuckles and slams her into them. Rue squeaks in pain as Fallout spins her around and delivers a series of chest-shaking knife-edge chops. As the ref gets to four, Fallout pulls Rue into another bearhug before tossing her backwards in a belly-to-belly suplex. Rue, however, lands on her feet somehow.
So Fallout clotheslines her so hard Rue flips before landing on her back.
Rue stares up at the lights, dazed and wondering how she’s actually being womanhandled by this goddamn hippy.
And then she sees Fallout’s silhouette above her.
“Constellations run through my veins!”
FS hops up and drives both electric red boots into Rue’s newly regained abs. The run-ragged redhead flops around the living pillar driven into her gut as all the air leaves her body in one big whoosh! Fallout hops off and leaps into the air from a deep crouch, spreading out her limbs to form an X at the jump’s apex “They give foretellings of your doom!” Fallout Splashes atop Mackenna, her toned middle crushing the bully’s like cookie dough. Mackenna’s legs weakly kick up from the shudder that runs through her body, and Fallout gladly takes the far one by the knee before it sags down. Pulling it in tight as Merle slides in for the pinfall.
ONE
TWO
Rue twists under the colorful Destroyer, raising a shoulder with a second to spare. Fallout rises off Rue onto her haunches with an almost manic smile letting the Kentuckian turn onto her belly. “I respect your valor.” She gives what’s meant to be a playful swat of camaraderie on Mackenna’s rump but it lands with an echoing Thawp! and jiggles her cheeks like jello, “But that will not change your fate.”
Fallout raises a wincing Rue by the crimson locks and then holds the heel tummy-to-sky across her shoulders. Holding her by the thigh and chin, FS tries to snap the hellbilly in twain with a powerful Torture Rack. Rue writhes and screams as her body bends against her will to the happy cheers from a bloodthirsty Orlando crowd, starved of justice for Rue Ann’s antics over the years. Her cries reach a new octave when Fallout ups the ante and makes a show of it by going into a series of crouches, bouncing her prey and their chests with each constriction.
“Arbiter!” Merle snaps out of his daze by Fallout’s call, briefly entranced by the wrestlers’ moving cleavage. “The water?”
Merle realizes Sunrise’s eyes are still concerningly red, “Oh right!”
He quickly procures a water bottle from a ring attendant and carefully pours the liquid into her eyes, finally clearing away the irritating concoction that’s been bothering Sunrise the whole match. The white handprint on the Warrior’s face is barely disrupted, she uses very high-quality makeup.
“Ahhhh…” Sunrise breathes a heavy sigh of relief as the inferno in her eye sockets calms down at last, “Thank you.” She can’t help but relax in this moment of healing and Rue feels her captor’s grip loosen, the redhead wriggles and slides down Sunrise’s back into a superhero landing. Snapping her arms around The Cosmic Soldier’s waist, Mackenna shoots up with a shocked FS held aloft, then drops back down driving FS’ holiest of holys onto a posted knee.
ATOMIC DROP
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Fallout covers her crotch, howling in agony, as Rue Ann spins the woman to face her.
“Aww, did I misalign your chakras or whatever?” Rue mocks before slamming a fist across Fallout’s face. The larger woman topples instantly and Rue drops onto her, pulling her back into a camel clutch but, instead of using Fallout’s chin, Rue goes for the woman’s generous chest as her handles. Digging her nails into soft meat, Rue begins tit-clawing the woman as she cranks her back.
“Garcon, my water!” Rue calls to Merle, trying to imitate Fallout’s cadence.
“Why do you need water?” Merle asks, confused.
“Christ, no wonder Kanako chose literally everyone over you, dude,” Rue says as she palms the back of Fallout’s head and slams it into the mat. She reaches down and yanks Fallout up, positioning her facedown on top of Rue’s shoulder, before running into the farthest corner. Slamming the taller woman into the turnbuckles, Rue leaves Sunshine hanging there in a Tree of Woe while choking her with her bare foot.
Merle hurries over and starts to count, and Rue returns a count of random mixed numbers to confuse him. She succeeds for a little bit, buying herself three extra seconds, before breaking. Rue saunters back across the ring before bolting at the hanging woman. A couple of feet away, Rue Ann leaps and Superman punches down between Fallout’s thighs. The impact jolts the woman and her legs unhook from the cables, dropping Fallout to the mat.
“Come on, Rue! No low blows!” Merle pleads.
“You need a blow that’s low,” Rue spits back. “Would calm you down a little.” Rue bends down and heaves Fallout out, deciding to remind everyone how strong she is, and hoists the bigger woman up in a military press. She does a few reps before dropping Fallout back to the mat. The starchild clatters in a mess. Rue jumps over Fallout, hops onto the middle rope, and leaps off in a Moonsault.
It lands flush. Mackenna’s middle gets its revenge and batters Fallout’s belly. A bug-eyed Fallout sits up with a yowl hugging her middle and gets knocked flat with a stiff forearm from Rue. The devilish redhead takes her by the ankle, drags her cavewoman-style to the center of the Squared Circle and folds her into a matchbook. Rue Ann presses her pelvis against Sunrise’s fluorescent green-covered rump, pushes on her knee pits for a domineering pin, and thrusts hard with each slap of the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!
THNOOO!!
Sunrise goes into a fit getting her shoulders up in time and bucking Rue Ann off, but the Kentuckian’s wave of offence has sapped the Warrior’s energy (particularly that mega punch to the cooch…). She sags back into a wide-spread matchbook too numb to tip onto her side. Rue curls her lip slightly in irritation, she raises her palms with a flourish and whips them down, repaying the earlier spank with interest. CRACK!
FS yelps at the sharp sensation and jerks onto a shoulder, the demeaning paddling spurring some life back into the babyface. “You are proving more durable than I like, and I need to put you away.” She knee walks around Fallout and takes her arm, “I got plans tonight. The Northern Coalition’s never heard of the Twister game and I plan to teach them the adult version.”
The Bath County Badass leans back on her bum circles her strong legs around the oddity’s head and arm, and clamps down like the jaws of life!
TRIANGLE CHOKE
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It’s been a bit since Rue put a girl to sleep without the use of her gurls, so the technical spectacle earns the career heel a small pop, not that it matters the malevolently mischievous Mackenna. She just keeps using those deadly thighs of hers as an industrial press to send FS into the blissful darkness. Fallout’s going so flush from the pressure that the white handprint on her face is starting to run! Her beautifully big body kicks and claws like a fox in a beartrap at first, but Fallout’s motions soon become languid and feeble. It’s disheartening for the FAWNatics to see the life of such an effervescent figure drain to nothing. A chant quickly builds steam and echoes in the arena.
FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT!....
Merle genuflects and lifts Fallout’s free arm, it falls lifelessly to the canvas. He tries it again, it falls to the canvas. There’s a worried murmur growing in the background of the chant; Merle lifts her arm a third time, and it falls- it surges back up! Fist clenched and veins popping, Fallout’s whole body starts shaking, she’s breathing heavily through her nose and her eyes are frantic. The Cosmic Warrior slowly rises getting her knees under her, then her boots raising her toned backside to the camera.
“Nononono!” Rue’s panicking and pours on the pressure with her Triangle Choke, strangling a gurgle out of the Destroyer and making her brown eyes cross. Sunrise’s frame shudders and starts to falter, but with the fan’s chant echoing in her brain she rallies and with an elongated yell raises Rue clean off the mat and slams her against the ring floor with a makeshift Powerbomb. The Sun rises once again!
The choke disintegrates and FS collapses on top of the mean-spirited ginger, their chests mushrooming against each other. Merle astutely sees that Mackenna’s shoulders are down and makes a count.
ONE
TWO
Rue breathlessly hugs Sunrise closer and rolls, taking the top position- Merle restarts the count.
ONE
TWO
Sunrise violently shoves Rue off and they roll in opposite directions, ending face up and staring at the houselights as they take deep breaths.
Moving like they're submerged in molasses Rue Ann and FS trudge to their feet for one last rally. Once they're steady on their feet the competitors share a look of mutual respect as they gulp down air; Fallout approaches with an offered handshake of sportsmanship, “You have my res-”
Rue punches her full force in the face. And then she does it again, and again! Merle’s admonishments about closed fists fall on deaf ears as Rue batters the Cosmic Warrior with big, jaw-breaking swings. Fallout’s head and body twist with a spray of sweat, spit and a little blood with each hit, Fallout backs up a step with each blow but the bodacious brawler can’t knock the colourful Destroyer down.
“Go down, Dammit!” Mackenna shoves Sunrise against the cables and reaches by her waist to grab the middle strand
Rue begins ramming her head into Fallout’s midsection repeatedly, cursing louder with each impact. The referee demands Rue stop but she has zero interest in anything that doesn’t leave her enemy unconscious. One final thrust, however, is intercepted by a kneelift to the forehead that dazes the hellbilly. Rue stumbles backwards, momentarily dazed.
Fallout pushes away from the ropes and grabs onto Rue, whipping her to the cables. Rue hits them and rebounds, but ducks under a clothesline. Hitting the opposite ropes, Rue launches at Fallout in a crossbody - only to be caught and deal with the woman’s brutal move, the Black Hole Slam.
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Rue hits the mat hard, stunned and bleary-eyed as all the match has taken a long, drawn-out toll on her. Fallout looks as though she could end the match here. But instead, she decides she needs to make sure Rue Ann isn’t going to get up and fight her anymore. She pulls the ginger up and delivers her devastating match-ender, Mauihka’s Nail.
MAUIHKA’S NAIL
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Rue Ann’s head bounces off the canvas and her body topples to the side. Fallout gently rolls her onto her back and folds her up for a pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!
The announcer booms over the sound system, barely audible over the cheers of the fans, “Your winner by pinfall… FALLOUT SUNRISE!”
Victorious and exhausted, Fallout casts her foe’s legs aside and wearily climbs aboard the conquered redhead in a schoolgirl pin with her hands on her hips in a light show of domination. Rue’s chin is forced against Fallout’s crotch as the Warrior’s bent, warm legs are stuffed against her ears. Locked into a staredown with the woman using her as a seat, Rue angrily bares her teeth at Sunrise’s gentle smile.
“You fought well, if without honour. You will become even greater once you've figured out who you are.”
“Fuck off!” Rue pushes at Sunrise’s glutes to upend the victrix but succeeds in an emphatic groping. “What the hell does thatmMMPHH!”
Fallout brings her thighs together, morphing Rue’s mug into an unflattering fish-face before she disappears under sweaty flesh, “You’ll see find out in the days ahead.” The oddity rides the beaten hellbilly till her muffled curses go silent and her hands fall limply from Sunrise’s rump. She stands with a helping hand from Merle, places a boot on Rue Ann’s breast and raises a fist to the sky as she roars triumphantly at the Hardcam.
“All answers lie at the heart of battle!”
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“For justice and Glory!!”
Screaming and running out of the from the curtains is a veritable comet of glaring colours. Racing from one end of the stage to the other and pumping her fists is a powerfully built woman of a mocha complexion. Her long, dark, wavy hair has random streaks of colour that catch the light as it trails after her, a stark white handprint gripped the woman’s beautiful features with the thumb going above her right eye and past the brow. Electric Cyan lipstick glaring among the paleness of the palm. A light, neon pink sports bra covered her ample bosom with neon carrot laces crisscrossing the front, her cleavage puffing past the restricting fabric. Giving no mind to fashion or style, Fallout Sunrise wears fluorescent green bottoms and electric red boots. The announcer reads her information to the audience with a hint of disbelief.
“Standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 143 pounds, here by way of a temporal vortex... a Cosmic Warrior from the end of time! The nurturer of hope and light and a bane to grey despair... Fallout Sunrise!!”
With a manic look of absolute intensity, Fallout launches into a dead sprint down the ramp, tassels every colour of the rainbow dangle from her shoulders to pink elbow pads and trails in the wind as she runs. Forgoing every offered hand, the ‘Cosmic Warrior’ runs a full lap around the ring before sliding in. Springing to her feet she takes the nearest top rope in her electric yellow, fingerless gloved hands and starts shaking it, shaking it, shaking it! Fallout’s gritting her teeth with all the energy she’s putting into that cable. It’s about to fly off its hinges. She halts her strange ritual to climb onto the second buckle of the nearest corner and beat her chest while ROARING into the abyss. The crowd is always confused and delighted by this hyperbolic woman and responds with a pavlovian ovation.
“RRaaaagh!!!”
KER-ASSH!!
Fallout Sunrise vaults herself over the top rope onto the apron and dashes across the narrow ledge, she throws herself onto the Singaporean commentators’ table with a giant leap and shatters it to pieces! The crowd screams, “OOOHHHH!!” Momentarily still amongst the wreckage, Fallout surges up as if she didn’t just self-propel through furniture and audio equipment and throws her arms back to roar again at the FAWNatics in attendance, which roar back twice as loud in delight!
Fallout speaks boisterously as she goes to her corner, “Let this battle be the stuff of legend.” She raises her fists for Referee Merle’s pre-match pat-down and stares into the middle distance with wild eyes. He performs the check with the same nervousness of someone defusing a landmine.
The announcer spoke over the sound system again. “And her opponent, standing at five feet, four inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds… from Bath County, Kentucky… RUE ANN MACKENNA!”
”BURY THEM DEEP” BY GHOULTOWN
The low guitar chords reverberate over the sound system as the lights slowly dim. The silhouette of a familiar curvy redhead is lit up from behind as smoke rolls from the curtain.
RUE ANN MACKENNA
Rue Ann bursts through the curtain in her usual black singlet, slit past her navel, and plods down the entrance ramp. Her hands are tucked behind her back, one first tightly closed. She ignores the usual hate from the fans as she reaches the ring. Unusually, instead of rolling under the bottom rope, Rue Ann takes the steps and slides in between the middle and top cables, still keeping one fist clenched behind her back. She strides straight up to the taller woman and smirks.
The referee walks over to Rue and desperately demands she back up, but instead she whirls on him.
“Did you touch my tit, you perv?!” Rue screams.
“N-no!” the official stammers. “Of course not!”
“You groped me! In front of everyone!” Rue looks to the timekeeper’s table. “You saw it, right?!”
As the zebra turns to the timekeeper to plead his case, Rue takes advantage. Rue hurls her fist at Fallout’s face and the taller woman starts to pull away. But instead of a punch, Rue opens her hand and sends a firstful of sand, chalk, and jalapeno seeds into her eyes. Fallout is instantly blinded, and then blind-sided as Rue kicks a knee up between her legs.
The ref turns in time to see Rue cinching a side-headlock on Fallout and signals for the bell, having missed everything.
“Look at you, full Rock ‘n Wrestling. I love it.” Rue pumps the headlock, her bicep flexing with the strength to crack coconuts and possibly Fallout’s skull. Since her debacle on the beach against Trixie Decker, Rue’s been putting time in the gym and the practice ring with her friend/future lover Hazeema McMurray. There’s no better motivation than your sweaty, busty, bestie cheering you on. Rue lifts a boot and stomps her heel hard on the top of Fallout’s foot, the brunette cries out and instinctively raises her bad wheel, forcing her to limp along when the redhead makes her walk to the corner where Rue thumps Fallout’s head against the middle turnbuckle.
Rue smirks as she puts Sunrise’s back against the corner and pushes on her chin to stretch the Cosmic Warrior’s neck, “I bet you sell tons of action figures.” The Hellbilly makes Sunrise’s tits bounce with an overhand chop to each globe, women in the audience wince and cross their arms over their bounty at each echoing Crack! Then Mackenna sends Sunrise streaking to the far corner with an Irish Whip. Unable to judge the distance with her burning, tear-filled eyes, the Warrior and her freshly chopped chest crash into the pads with a raspy bellow. Sunrise backpeddles cradling her sore front when Mackenna comes by with a Lariat that bangs across the rainbow wrestler’s shoulders. The rainbow wrestler is knocked into a faceplant that nearly flattens Sunrise’s nose and leaves her groaning, not a great start for the eccentric babyface.
Rue Ann stomps Fallout between the shoulders and sits on her back. Cupping under the woman’s chin, Rue cranks Fallout backwards in a Camel Clutch and whispers in her ear.
“Or are you more of a blow-up doll merch girl? I bet there’s a lot of crusty body pillows with your face on it!” Rue begins to twist Fallout’s head side to side. The zebra begins to check for a tap out but the upstart refuses.
After a minute, Rue Ann gets annoyed and releases the hold. She stomps Fallout’s spine and grabs her wrists, pulling the woman’s arms back and lifting her torso off the mat - just to stomp her right back down.
“Stay down and I’ll go easy on you,” Rue hisses a warning. “‘Sides, I think you’ll like the post-match.” She turns her over and grabs the woman’s legs and parts them, only to haul her foot back and aim a kick at her thigh. Fallout sucks in air through her teeth at the pain and tries to pull her legs out of Rue’s grasp and kick the crafty heel away. There’s a lively tug-of-war over the limbs until Rue kicks a leg between Fallout’s raised stems and stomps on the time traveller’s mound like she means to break it. Sunrise gasps in shock and her worryingly red and blurry eyes bulge, with the pain comes a wave of numbness that runs down her long legs that Rue can sense so she lets them flop to the canvas without worry. The Hellbilly leads Sunrise onto shaky stems with a controlling grip on the oddity’s head and then wraps her arms around Sunrise's body length-wise. One arm goes over Fallout’s shoulder and down her back, the other goes between Fallout’s legs and claps on a kneading grip of the taller woman’s meaty cheeks.
Rue lifts and turns the Cosmic Warrior upside down so her multicoloured hair trails down to the mat. She quickly marches in a small circle to show off her regained power before suddenly dropping into a wide-legged seat as she throws Sunrise to the ground in the space between. The harsh Thwamp! of body on canvas is still echoing as Rue palms Sunsrise’s breasts and flattens them for a pin.
MICHINOKU DRIVER
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ONE!
T- Fallout lifts a shoulder with her hands tightened into fists. Her eyes are still burning amongst all the other damage she’s taken so far. Rue shrugs, “If you want to suffer more before losing that’s skin off my ass. I don’t kink shame.” She bangs Fallout’s breasts together twice and slaps a playful beat on those bouncing bongos. When Fallout tries to smack away her groping hands Rue grabs her wrist and drags the Destroyer off the mat with it. Adding her other mitt to the hold Rue sets her feet and sends Sunsrise running to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Training and ring sense kick in letting Fallout turn and hit the ropes properly even with severely reduced vision, and recoil back to Rue Ann. The Bath County Badass doubles over ready to launch Fallout in the air with a Back Body Drop but feels a rush of air travel over her as the Destroyer cleanly leapfrogs over her form. Rue straightens up alarmed and spins to see Fallout rebounding off the second set of ropes and leaping into a Crossbody blow. Their bodies loudly slap together and fall to the mat, Mackenna’s large chest compressing to an A Cup under the oddity’s weight. She shoves Sunrise off her before the referee can make a count and gets to her feet, but Sunrise proves quicker and knocks her to the ground with a swift Clothesline. The redhead bangs the back of her head on the mat and cries out, the aching throbs mixing with her confusion over Fallout’s regained sight.
Correctly guessing Mackenna’s thoughts, Fallout explains as she lifts the heel’s legs by the ankles, “I was taught to see with my mind’s eye by the deoculated monks of Mastadon Valley!” Fallout lowers to the canvas as she twists their legs together into a Figure Four, a submission the Orlando crowd has never seen from the Rainbow Warrior.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAB3GzlKWqA
Pouring on the pressure through her sinewy stems Fallout tortures Mackenna’s paler legs, the Southerner has to beat at the mat and bite her wrist to keep from crying out. The Warrior waves Merle over as she works the submission “Arbiter! Some water to clear my vision!?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!” Rue cries out.
“Do you submi–” Merle starts but Rue cuts him off.
“Fuck off, zebra dick!” the redneck howls as she begins pulling herself, and Fallout, towards the ropes. Not wanting Rue to get the break, Fallout releases the hold and grabs Rue by the waist, hauling her up for a bearhug from behind. Fallout shakes the country powerhouse like a dog with a new toy and performs the Heimlich to force the air out of her body. FAWNatics spy some grinding going on in the hug and cheer FS for giving Rue a rare taste of her own sensual medicine. The larger woman squeezes Rue, keeping her feet off the mat… Not only does it hurt, Rue experiences something she rarely goes through in FAWN matches…
Humiliation.
Rue doesn’t have much time to drink the shame in before Fallout runs at the closest turnbuckles and slams her into them. Rue squeaks in pain as Fallout spins her around and delivers a series of chest-shaking knife-edge chops. As the ref gets to four, Fallout pulls Rue into another bearhug before tossing her backwards in a belly-to-belly suplex. Rue, however, lands on her feet somehow.
So Fallout clotheslines her so hard Rue flips before landing on her back.
Rue stares up at the lights, dazed and wondering how she’s actually being womanhandled by this goddamn hippy.
And then she sees Fallout’s silhouette above her.
“Constellations run through my veins!”
FS hops up and drives both electric red boots into Rue’s newly regained abs. The run-ragged redhead flops around the living pillar driven into her gut as all the air leaves her body in one big whoosh! Fallout hops off and leaps into the air from a deep crouch, spreading out her limbs to form an X at the jump’s apex “They give foretellings of your doom!” Fallout Splashes atop Mackenna, her toned middle crushing the bully’s like cookie dough. Mackenna’s legs weakly kick up from the shudder that runs through her body, and Fallout gladly takes the far one by the knee before it sags down. Pulling it in tight as Merle slides in for the pinfall.
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TWO
Rue twists under the colorful Destroyer, raising a shoulder with a second to spare. Fallout rises off Rue onto her haunches with an almost manic smile letting the Kentuckian turn onto her belly. “I respect your valor.” She gives what’s meant to be a playful swat of camaraderie on Mackenna’s rump but it lands with an echoing Thawp! and jiggles her cheeks like jello, “But that will not change your fate.”
Fallout raises a wincing Rue by the crimson locks and then holds the heel tummy-to-sky across her shoulders. Holding her by the thigh and chin, FS tries to snap the hellbilly in twain with a powerful Torture Rack. Rue writhes and screams as her body bends against her will to the happy cheers from a bloodthirsty Orlando crowd, starved of justice for Rue Ann’s antics over the years. Her cries reach a new octave when Fallout ups the ante and makes a show of it by going into a series of crouches, bouncing her prey and their chests with each constriction.
“Arbiter!” Merle snaps out of his daze by Fallout’s call, briefly entranced by the wrestlers’ moving cleavage. “The water?”
Merle realizes Sunrise’s eyes are still concerningly red, “Oh right!”
He quickly procures a water bottle from a ring attendant and carefully pours the liquid into her eyes, finally clearing away the irritating concoction that’s been bothering Sunrise the whole match. The white handprint on the Warrior’s face is barely disrupted, she uses very high-quality makeup.
“Ahhhh…” Sunrise breathes a heavy sigh of relief as the inferno in her eye sockets calms down at last, “Thank you.” She can’t help but relax in this moment of healing and Rue feels her captor’s grip loosen, the redhead wriggles and slides down Sunrise’s back into a superhero landing. Snapping her arms around The Cosmic Soldier’s waist, Mackenna shoots up with a shocked FS held aloft, then drops back down driving FS’ holiest of holys onto a posted knee.
ATOMIC DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUQI5AiG1Tg
Fallout covers her crotch, howling in agony, as Rue Ann spins the woman to face her.
“Aww, did I misalign your chakras or whatever?” Rue mocks before slamming a fist across Fallout’s face. The larger woman topples instantly and Rue drops onto her, pulling her back into a camel clutch but, instead of using Fallout’s chin, Rue goes for the woman’s generous chest as her handles. Digging her nails into soft meat, Rue begins tit-clawing the woman as she cranks her back.
“Garcon, my water!” Rue calls to Merle, trying to imitate Fallout’s cadence.
“Why do you need water?” Merle asks, confused.
“Christ, no wonder Kanako chose literally everyone over you, dude,” Rue says as she palms the back of Fallout’s head and slams it into the mat. She reaches down and yanks Fallout up, positioning her facedown on top of Rue’s shoulder, before running into the farthest corner. Slamming the taller woman into the turnbuckles, Rue leaves Sunshine hanging there in a Tree of Woe while choking her with her bare foot.
Merle hurries over and starts to count, and Rue returns a count of random mixed numbers to confuse him. She succeeds for a little bit, buying herself three extra seconds, before breaking. Rue saunters back across the ring before bolting at the hanging woman. A couple of feet away, Rue Ann leaps and Superman punches down between Fallout’s thighs. The impact jolts the woman and her legs unhook from the cables, dropping Fallout to the mat.
“Come on, Rue! No low blows!” Merle pleads.
“You need a blow that’s low,” Rue spits back. “Would calm you down a little.” Rue bends down and heaves Fallout out, deciding to remind everyone how strong she is, and hoists the bigger woman up in a military press. She does a few reps before dropping Fallout back to the mat. The starchild clatters in a mess. Rue jumps over Fallout, hops onto the middle rope, and leaps off in a Moonsault.
It lands flush. Mackenna’s middle gets its revenge and batters Fallout’s belly. A bug-eyed Fallout sits up with a yowl hugging her middle and gets knocked flat with a stiff forearm from Rue. The devilish redhead takes her by the ankle, drags her cavewoman-style to the center of the Squared Circle and folds her into a matchbook. Rue Ann presses her pelvis against Sunrise’s fluorescent green-covered rump, pushes on her knee pits for a domineering pin, and thrusts hard with each slap of the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!
THNOOO!!
Sunrise goes into a fit getting her shoulders up in time and bucking Rue Ann off, but the Kentuckian’s wave of offence has sapped the Warrior’s energy (particularly that mega punch to the cooch…). She sags back into a wide-spread matchbook too numb to tip onto her side. Rue curls her lip slightly in irritation, she raises her palms with a flourish and whips them down, repaying the earlier spank with interest. CRACK!
FS yelps at the sharp sensation and jerks onto a shoulder, the demeaning paddling spurring some life back into the babyface. “You are proving more durable than I like, and I need to put you away.” She knee walks around Fallout and takes her arm, “I got plans tonight. The Northern Coalition’s never heard of the Twister game and I plan to teach them the adult version.”
The Bath County Badass leans back on her bum circles her strong legs around the oddity’s head and arm, and clamps down like the jaws of life!
TRIANGLE CHOKE
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It’s been a bit since Rue put a girl to sleep without the use of her gurls, so the technical spectacle earns the career heel a small pop, not that it matters the malevolently mischievous Mackenna. She just keeps using those deadly thighs of hers as an industrial press to send FS into the blissful darkness. Fallout’s going so flush from the pressure that the white handprint on her face is starting to run! Her beautifully big body kicks and claws like a fox in a beartrap at first, but Fallout’s motions soon become languid and feeble. It’s disheartening for the FAWNatics to see the life of such an effervescent figure drain to nothing. A chant quickly builds steam and echoes in the arena.
FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT! FALL-OUT!....
Merle genuflects and lifts Fallout’s free arm, it falls lifelessly to the canvas. He tries it again, it falls to the canvas. There’s a worried murmur growing in the background of the chant; Merle lifts her arm a third time, and it falls- it surges back up! Fist clenched and veins popping, Fallout’s whole body starts shaking, she’s breathing heavily through her nose and her eyes are frantic. The Cosmic Warrior slowly rises getting her knees under her, then her boots raising her toned backside to the camera.
“Nononono!” Rue’s panicking and pours on the pressure with her Triangle Choke, strangling a gurgle out of the Destroyer and making her brown eyes cross. Sunrise’s frame shudders and starts to falter, but with the fan’s chant echoing in her brain she rallies and with an elongated yell raises Rue clean off the mat and slams her against the ring floor with a makeshift Powerbomb. The Sun rises once again!
The choke disintegrates and FS collapses on top of the mean-spirited ginger, their chests mushrooming against each other. Merle astutely sees that Mackenna’s shoulders are down and makes a count.
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Rue breathlessly hugs Sunrise closer and rolls, taking the top position- Merle restarts the count.
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Sunrise violently shoves Rue off and they roll in opposite directions, ending face up and staring at the houselights as they take deep breaths.
Moving like they're submerged in molasses Rue Ann and FS trudge to their feet for one last rally. Once they're steady on their feet the competitors share a look of mutual respect as they gulp down air; Fallout approaches with an offered handshake of sportsmanship, “You have my res-”
Rue punches her full force in the face. And then she does it again, and again! Merle’s admonishments about closed fists fall on deaf ears as Rue batters the Cosmic Warrior with big, jaw-breaking swings. Fallout’s head and body twist with a spray of sweat, spit and a little blood with each hit, Fallout backs up a step with each blow but the bodacious brawler can’t knock the colourful Destroyer down.
“Go down, Dammit!” Mackenna shoves Sunrise against the cables and reaches by her waist to grab the middle strand
Rue begins ramming her head into Fallout’s midsection repeatedly, cursing louder with each impact. The referee demands Rue stop but she has zero interest in anything that doesn’t leave her enemy unconscious. One final thrust, however, is intercepted by a kneelift to the forehead that dazes the hellbilly. Rue stumbles backwards, momentarily dazed.
Fallout pushes away from the ropes and grabs onto Rue, whipping her to the cables. Rue hits them and rebounds, but ducks under a clothesline. Hitting the opposite ropes, Rue launches at Fallout in a crossbody - only to be caught and deal with the woman’s brutal move, the Black Hole Slam.
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Rue hits the mat hard, stunned and bleary-eyed as all the match has taken a long, drawn-out toll on her. Fallout looks as though she could end the match here. But instead, she decides she needs to make sure Rue Ann isn’t going to get up and fight her anymore. She pulls the ginger up and delivers her devastating match-ender, Mauihka’s Nail.
MAUIHKA’S NAIL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDM-74GBDNQ
Rue Ann’s head bounces off the canvas and her body topples to the side. Fallout gently rolls her onto her back and folds her up for a pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!
The announcer booms over the sound system, barely audible over the cheers of the fans, “Your winner by pinfall… FALLOUT SUNRISE!”
Victorious and exhausted, Fallout casts her foe’s legs aside and wearily climbs aboard the conquered redhead in a schoolgirl pin with her hands on her hips in a light show of domination. Rue’s chin is forced against Fallout’s crotch as the Warrior’s bent, warm legs are stuffed against her ears. Locked into a staredown with the woman using her as a seat, Rue angrily bares her teeth at Sunrise’s gentle smile.
“You fought well, if without honour. You will become even greater once you've figured out who you are.”
“Fuck off!” Rue pushes at Sunrise’s glutes to upend the victrix but succeeds in an emphatic groping. “What the hell does thatmMMPHH!”
Fallout brings her thighs together, morphing Rue’s mug into an unflattering fish-face before she disappears under sweaty flesh, “You’ll see find out in the days ahead.” The oddity rides the beaten hellbilly till her muffled curses go silent and her hands fall limply from Sunrise’s rump. She stands with a helping hand from Merle, places a boot on Rue Ann’s breast and raises a fist to the sky as she roars triumphantly at the Hardcam.
“All answers lie at the heart of battle!”