Post by hawkeye on Oct 8, 2024 1:00:13 GMT
With the night showing no signs of slowing down, the packed arena remained in high spirits as…
IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnyWdpFyl6c
…burst into life over the loud speakers, souring their collective mood somewhat as it heralded the arrival of one Selena Douglas. The Callus Convict wasted little time as she pushed through the curtains and immediately marched down the ramp with a general disregard for those around her.
SELENA DOUGLAS
While it was not uncommon for the roster of FAWN ladies to enjoy a beverage or two, they rarely did so on their way to the ring, the reprobate downing the remaining contents of a bottle before callously tossing it over the railing and into the crowd, one that greeted her with an avalanche of boos.
Five foot four and one hundred and twenty-five pounds, the firmly built brunette and frequent convict was as powerfully built as a Lightweight could hope to be without taking the leap into the next division.
Irritation writ plain as day across her features, she forcibly palmed the lens of one roaming camera that she deemed to be too close and shoved the poor operator away, paying him no further mind as she neared the apron. Picking up the pace the last few yards, she bounded up onto the side of the ring and surged into the squared circle between the top and middle ropes, crossing it quickly on her route to the other side.
There she leant over the rubber coated steel and glowered down the hard camera, impatience personified as she made a single demand.
“Let’s get this sh*t show over with,” she snorted without any hint of decorum. “F*cking waste of my time.”
She swiftly turned her back on both those watching from home and made her way to one corner, surly as ever as she waited for matters to proceed.
Fortunately, though doubtfully for her benefit, she would not have to do so for long, not when…
WHISTLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef-FUgtkF_c
…erupted into life over the loud speakers, improving the spirits of the FAWNatics immeasurably as they showered the stage with a generous bout of grateful applause.
KATSUMI AKIYAMA
The Pink Pixie hit the proverbial ground running, moving with a spritely gait as soon as she came into view, Katsumi Akiyama enchanting those around her with a smile that was sweet and an enthusiasm that was infectious. She blew an open-handed kiss to the left side the arena before doing likewise for the right, practically skipping as she neared the apron before leaping up onto it.
There, with all eyes watching, she spun on the spot and dipped into a sleek, delightful little curtsy before turning, ducking and slipping into the squared circle. There, with a smile that was bright, Katsumi thrust out her arms to point out towards the masses with both hands before bringing them together to form a silhouette of a love heart, which the crowd reciprocated.
Akiyama then turned her attention to a sour looking Selena, the petitely packaged Asian import pointing to her opponent in turn, made a pouty, frowny face, and delivered her judgement by ways of an exaggerated thumbs down.
The crowd were more than happy to agree with her.
“The f*ck!?!” Selena stood incredulous. “Seriously,” she turned to the Official, her disdain writ plain as day. “What is this? F*cking charades!?! Does she speak English?”
Selena didn’t wait for him to answer, instead marching several steps towards the smaller, sleeker grappler, “Do you speak English?”
Again, the Callus Convict didn’t wait for an answer, snapping her attention back to the man in black and white, her mannerisms hostile.
“What is this sh*t?” she snapped, spitting what was clearly some manner of accusation through ground teeth. “I’ve been tearing sh*t up on the House Shows, and you still, STILL have me doing this!?!”
Selena swiped an agitated hand in the direction of a vaguely bewildered Akiyama, “Scrubbing me off with Asian Knock Off Kylie Sanders? At least feed me the real thin…”
Katsumi stepped up, having heard enough, placing her palm of Selena’s shoulder…
…and the Callus Convict SLAPPED in away, pivoting on the spot sharply and getting all up in the Pink Pixies business, bodying up to the smaller woman in a clear display of intimidation, expression thunderous.
“Don’t,” Selena growled, posture squared and overbearing. “You do not want to give me a reason to remember you.”
Akiyama seemed to mull the matter over before, with her first frown of the evening, she opted to hold her ground.
“I’m not f*cking around here,” Selena narrowed her gaze, jabbing her finger against Kasumi’s sleek shoulder. “You’re not my ty…”
Cutting her off, Akiyama swiftly snagged her opponent by the wrist, deftly twisted the bigger woman’s arm, spun the more robust grappler about and expertly contorted the captured limb into a painful Hammerlock. Earning a startled cry from Douglas, the Pink Pixie then SHOVED the flat footed, Callus Convict forwards, sending her away into a short, humiliating stumble.
It happened so fast, few watching in the arena had been able to keep up with it, but they were delighted none the less, Selena served a slice of humble pie that she was clearly having difficulty digesting.
Flexing her fingers slowly, Douglas ground her jaw, inhaling slowly before slowly turning on the spot, returning her attention back to the, once again, cheery Katsumi.
“Alright,” Selena stated flatly, scarcely keeping her foul mood in check. “Have it your way, let’s go.”
The man in black and white, glad that matters hadn’t escalated further, took the opportunity to call for the bell, officially beginning the contest.
Douglas advanced immediately; arms raised for a lock up…
…which Akiyama didn’t particularly feel like committing to, once again snatching the slower moving Selena by her extended wrist and TWISTING sharply, wrenching her opponent off balance and sending her into a stumble. Douglas wasn’t left to go far, not with Katsumi keeping a hold of her and, pivoting past her adversary’s blindside, quickly delivering a swift, little boot to the back of the other young woman’s knee.
Selena dropped down to penitent with a short, angry shout, expression darkening just before Akiyama first trussed her left arm up into an awkward, impotent Half Nelson, and then slipped on a sweet little Sleeper!!
Her eyes snapping open in alarm, Selena’s chest hiked as a constricting arm was locked tight about her throat, compressing the airways and, more immediately concerning, the blood flow to her brain. She could feel her vision dimming almost immediately, her free arm flailing aimlessly as she tensed, flat on one knee, panic threatening to take over.
Douglas held it at bay, her lips parting slightly with a breathless gurgle, Katsumi’s grip unflinching and keeping her grounded in one place. Selena steeled her focus, even as the world around her began to slip out of it and, directing her right arm, she began to snatch upwards, clawing until she found what she was looking for and, with a YANK, pulled down HARD on one of Akiyama’s pigtails.
It was Katsumi’s turn to release a yelp of her own, noggin jerked sharply to one side and she released her Sleeperhold on reflex.
With a less than graceful drop and roll, Selena wasted no time in escaping the ring, beating a retreat (much to the derision of those closest), dropping off the apron and landing on her feet while ruefully rubbing her throat, taking several seconds to pace back and forth.
Akiyama waited patiently back inside the ring, remaining sprite and limber as she hopped gracefully from one foot to the other.
Selena glowered back at her, her breathing long and measured, before she reached for the ring ropes to drag herself back in…
…before changing her mind abruptly.
“No,” she stated sourly. “F*ck this, I’m done with it,” Douglas threw up her arms and backed off, irritation writ large across her features as, to the displeasure of the crowd, she began to walk off. “I said I’m done with this!” she snapped at a roaming camera man as, once again, she decided he had come to close. “I’m not doing this side show sh*t anymore, call me when there’s something f*cking worthwhile for me to do!!”
She made it to the aisle before the Official began his count, but Douglas didn’t seem to give a single, solitary f*ck, keeping on her way back towards the curtains.
For a smattering of seconds Katsumi, still inside the ring, appeared uncertain as to what she should do, looking to the man in black and white and opening her lips to question. She cut short her own enquiry, however, and turned to the masses instead, raising her arms up high to garner their attention and then pointed towards her retreating foe with one hand before motioning towards herself with the other.
The crowd took their prompted cue and responded in the positive, urging her to give chase and, with a nod, Akiyama did precisely that. With a little bounce and then swift sprint, she reached the ring ropes and all but bounded over the top coil, landing gracefully outside the squared circle and speeding up.
The voices of the FAWNatics took a dramatic upturn as the Pink Pixie quickly closed the distance…
…and Selena spun sharply on the spot, far more aware of her surroundings than she let on, and CRACKED Katsumi clean across the cheek with a THUNDEROUS right hook!! The WHACK was audible and those closest gasped as Akiyama was rocked sideways, noggin spinning on a swivel as, dull eyed and (to the shock of some) bleeding from a small cut across her the cheek.
Limp limbed and glassy eyed, Akiyama slumped sideways against the railing as Douglas, inhaling a short, sharp breath, grabbed the other young woman by one of her pigtails to hold her steady and then ruthlessly CLOCKED her a further two times against her exposed cranium. The most eagle eyed, and especially those sat the in the front rows, spotted the Callus Convict rapidly tossing into the crowd a glistening, metallic, knuckle shaped foreign object away, all evidence of foul play lost amongst the incensed masses.
The Official, too far away, merely continued his count, at a laboriously pace no less as Selena, irritation still her defining feature, squeezed Katsumi’s jaw between her tightening fingers and forced her stunned, blank eyed expression to look up.
“You feel this?” she sneered. “This is your role,” she growled with palpable contempt before bodily muscling the sleek physique of the smaller grappler to lay limply across her own, robust shoulders, carrying her back to the squared circle like a prize. “Remember it.”
Reaching her destination, she shrugged, lifted and then dumped her adversary down onto the apron, providing a further shove to roll her back across the canvas. Douglas followed her a second later, beating the count comfortably, and ducked between the ropes and into the ring.
There, once she reached the centre of the mat and Selena’s expression grim, she reached down and tugged her shellshocked opponents flaccid frame up to kneeling. Without a great deal of ceremony, and an aggressive grunt, the Callus Convict slapped onto the dimly aware, Pink Pixie, a STIFF Sleeper, wrenching the smaller young woman’s noggin for good measure to assert her dominance.
Akiyama stiffened, pert bosom hiking as a powerful bicep flexed against her throat, soft lips parting as her peepers fluttered to half lidded. She moaned, low and near silent, writhing with the smallest movements as her vision dimmed and her thoughts lost focus, posture slumping slowly as her foe straggled her of stamina.
There was no give in Selena’s grip and there was no fight in Katsumi’s leaden limbs, and so the Official leaned in to…
“Don’t” Douglas warned, her own breathing long, deep and measured. “I’ll tell you when, got it?”
He didn’t agree, but nor did he see fit to protest just yet, and so Douglas was free to chase her own dragon.
Selena tightened the noose a little further, twisting on her robust hold with long, prolonged movements and Akiyama quivered in her grasp before, with one last spasm, the Pink Pixie slumped with a terrible air of finality.
Having seen enough, the man in black and white called for the bell, officially making the Callus Convict the victor tonight by way of knockout, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics.
Selena did not let go, not immediately, indulging in her ill-gotten, FAWNMANIA moment for as long as she was able, wringing the life from her adversary for as many seconds she could push it before, with a snort, she tossed the flaccid frame of her opponent aside.
Standing tall, Douglas snapped her arm away from the Official when he attempted to raise it, flashing him a warning glare encouraging him to back off. She then glowered down the hard camera, planting her boot on her fallen foes upturned hip, continuing to assert her dominance for everyone to see, the Callus Convict on a warpath that showed no signs of slowing.
IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnyWdpFyl6c
…burst into life over the loud speakers, souring their collective mood somewhat as it heralded the arrival of one Selena Douglas. The Callus Convict wasted little time as she pushed through the curtains and immediately marched down the ramp with a general disregard for those around her.
SELENA DOUGLAS
While it was not uncommon for the roster of FAWN ladies to enjoy a beverage or two, they rarely did so on their way to the ring, the reprobate downing the remaining contents of a bottle before callously tossing it over the railing and into the crowd, one that greeted her with an avalanche of boos.
Five foot four and one hundred and twenty-five pounds, the firmly built brunette and frequent convict was as powerfully built as a Lightweight could hope to be without taking the leap into the next division.
Irritation writ plain as day across her features, she forcibly palmed the lens of one roaming camera that she deemed to be too close and shoved the poor operator away, paying him no further mind as she neared the apron. Picking up the pace the last few yards, she bounded up onto the side of the ring and surged into the squared circle between the top and middle ropes, crossing it quickly on her route to the other side.
There she leant over the rubber coated steel and glowered down the hard camera, impatience personified as she made a single demand.
“Let’s get this sh*t show over with,” she snorted without any hint of decorum. “F*cking waste of my time.”
She swiftly turned her back on both those watching from home and made her way to one corner, surly as ever as she waited for matters to proceed.
Fortunately, though doubtfully for her benefit, she would not have to do so for long, not when…
WHISTLE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef-FUgtkF_c
…erupted into life over the loud speakers, improving the spirits of the FAWNatics immeasurably as they showered the stage with a generous bout of grateful applause.
KATSUMI AKIYAMA
The Pink Pixie hit the proverbial ground running, moving with a spritely gait as soon as she came into view, Katsumi Akiyama enchanting those around her with a smile that was sweet and an enthusiasm that was infectious. She blew an open-handed kiss to the left side the arena before doing likewise for the right, practically skipping as she neared the apron before leaping up onto it.
There, with all eyes watching, she spun on the spot and dipped into a sleek, delightful little curtsy before turning, ducking and slipping into the squared circle. There, with a smile that was bright, Katsumi thrust out her arms to point out towards the masses with both hands before bringing them together to form a silhouette of a love heart, which the crowd reciprocated.
Akiyama then turned her attention to a sour looking Selena, the petitely packaged Asian import pointing to her opponent in turn, made a pouty, frowny face, and delivered her judgement by ways of an exaggerated thumbs down.
The crowd were more than happy to agree with her.
“The f*ck!?!” Selena stood incredulous. “Seriously,” she turned to the Official, her disdain writ plain as day. “What is this? F*cking charades!?! Does she speak English?”
Selena didn’t wait for him to answer, instead marching several steps towards the smaller, sleeker grappler, “Do you speak English?”
Again, the Callus Convict didn’t wait for an answer, snapping her attention back to the man in black and white, her mannerisms hostile.
“What is this sh*t?” she snapped, spitting what was clearly some manner of accusation through ground teeth. “I’ve been tearing sh*t up on the House Shows, and you still, STILL have me doing this!?!”
Selena swiped an agitated hand in the direction of a vaguely bewildered Akiyama, “Scrubbing me off with Asian Knock Off Kylie Sanders? At least feed me the real thin…”
Katsumi stepped up, having heard enough, placing her palm of Selena’s shoulder…
…and the Callus Convict SLAPPED in away, pivoting on the spot sharply and getting all up in the Pink Pixies business, bodying up to the smaller woman in a clear display of intimidation, expression thunderous.
“Don’t,” Selena growled, posture squared and overbearing. “You do not want to give me a reason to remember you.”
Akiyama seemed to mull the matter over before, with her first frown of the evening, she opted to hold her ground.
“I’m not f*cking around here,” Selena narrowed her gaze, jabbing her finger against Kasumi’s sleek shoulder. “You’re not my ty…”
Cutting her off, Akiyama swiftly snagged her opponent by the wrist, deftly twisted the bigger woman’s arm, spun the more robust grappler about and expertly contorted the captured limb into a painful Hammerlock. Earning a startled cry from Douglas, the Pink Pixie then SHOVED the flat footed, Callus Convict forwards, sending her away into a short, humiliating stumble.
It happened so fast, few watching in the arena had been able to keep up with it, but they were delighted none the less, Selena served a slice of humble pie that she was clearly having difficulty digesting.
Flexing her fingers slowly, Douglas ground her jaw, inhaling slowly before slowly turning on the spot, returning her attention back to the, once again, cheery Katsumi.
“Alright,” Selena stated flatly, scarcely keeping her foul mood in check. “Have it your way, let’s go.”
The man in black and white, glad that matters hadn’t escalated further, took the opportunity to call for the bell, officially beginning the contest.
Douglas advanced immediately; arms raised for a lock up…
…which Akiyama didn’t particularly feel like committing to, once again snatching the slower moving Selena by her extended wrist and TWISTING sharply, wrenching her opponent off balance and sending her into a stumble. Douglas wasn’t left to go far, not with Katsumi keeping a hold of her and, pivoting past her adversary’s blindside, quickly delivering a swift, little boot to the back of the other young woman’s knee.
Selena dropped down to penitent with a short, angry shout, expression darkening just before Akiyama first trussed her left arm up into an awkward, impotent Half Nelson, and then slipped on a sweet little Sleeper!!
Her eyes snapping open in alarm, Selena’s chest hiked as a constricting arm was locked tight about her throat, compressing the airways and, more immediately concerning, the blood flow to her brain. She could feel her vision dimming almost immediately, her free arm flailing aimlessly as she tensed, flat on one knee, panic threatening to take over.
Douglas held it at bay, her lips parting slightly with a breathless gurgle, Katsumi’s grip unflinching and keeping her grounded in one place. Selena steeled her focus, even as the world around her began to slip out of it and, directing her right arm, she began to snatch upwards, clawing until she found what she was looking for and, with a YANK, pulled down HARD on one of Akiyama’s pigtails.
It was Katsumi’s turn to release a yelp of her own, noggin jerked sharply to one side and she released her Sleeperhold on reflex.
With a less than graceful drop and roll, Selena wasted no time in escaping the ring, beating a retreat (much to the derision of those closest), dropping off the apron and landing on her feet while ruefully rubbing her throat, taking several seconds to pace back and forth.
Akiyama waited patiently back inside the ring, remaining sprite and limber as she hopped gracefully from one foot to the other.
Selena glowered back at her, her breathing long and measured, before she reached for the ring ropes to drag herself back in…
…before changing her mind abruptly.
“No,” she stated sourly. “F*ck this, I’m done with it,” Douglas threw up her arms and backed off, irritation writ large across her features as, to the displeasure of the crowd, she began to walk off. “I said I’m done with this!” she snapped at a roaming camera man as, once again, she decided he had come to close. “I’m not doing this side show sh*t anymore, call me when there’s something f*cking worthwhile for me to do!!”
She made it to the aisle before the Official began his count, but Douglas didn’t seem to give a single, solitary f*ck, keeping on her way back towards the curtains.
For a smattering of seconds Katsumi, still inside the ring, appeared uncertain as to what she should do, looking to the man in black and white and opening her lips to question. She cut short her own enquiry, however, and turned to the masses instead, raising her arms up high to garner their attention and then pointed towards her retreating foe with one hand before motioning towards herself with the other.
The crowd took their prompted cue and responded in the positive, urging her to give chase and, with a nod, Akiyama did precisely that. With a little bounce and then swift sprint, she reached the ring ropes and all but bounded over the top coil, landing gracefully outside the squared circle and speeding up.
The voices of the FAWNatics took a dramatic upturn as the Pink Pixie quickly closed the distance…
…and Selena spun sharply on the spot, far more aware of her surroundings than she let on, and CRACKED Katsumi clean across the cheek with a THUNDEROUS right hook!! The WHACK was audible and those closest gasped as Akiyama was rocked sideways, noggin spinning on a swivel as, dull eyed and (to the shock of some) bleeding from a small cut across her the cheek.
Limp limbed and glassy eyed, Akiyama slumped sideways against the railing as Douglas, inhaling a short, sharp breath, grabbed the other young woman by one of her pigtails to hold her steady and then ruthlessly CLOCKED her a further two times against her exposed cranium. The most eagle eyed, and especially those sat the in the front rows, spotted the Callus Convict rapidly tossing into the crowd a glistening, metallic, knuckle shaped foreign object away, all evidence of foul play lost amongst the incensed masses.
The Official, too far away, merely continued his count, at a laboriously pace no less as Selena, irritation still her defining feature, squeezed Katsumi’s jaw between her tightening fingers and forced her stunned, blank eyed expression to look up.
“You feel this?” she sneered. “This is your role,” she growled with palpable contempt before bodily muscling the sleek physique of the smaller grappler to lay limply across her own, robust shoulders, carrying her back to the squared circle like a prize. “Remember it.”
Reaching her destination, she shrugged, lifted and then dumped her adversary down onto the apron, providing a further shove to roll her back across the canvas. Douglas followed her a second later, beating the count comfortably, and ducked between the ropes and into the ring.
There, once she reached the centre of the mat and Selena’s expression grim, she reached down and tugged her shellshocked opponents flaccid frame up to kneeling. Without a great deal of ceremony, and an aggressive grunt, the Callus Convict slapped onto the dimly aware, Pink Pixie, a STIFF Sleeper, wrenching the smaller young woman’s noggin for good measure to assert her dominance.
Akiyama stiffened, pert bosom hiking as a powerful bicep flexed against her throat, soft lips parting as her peepers fluttered to half lidded. She moaned, low and near silent, writhing with the smallest movements as her vision dimmed and her thoughts lost focus, posture slumping slowly as her foe straggled her of stamina.
There was no give in Selena’s grip and there was no fight in Katsumi’s leaden limbs, and so the Official leaned in to…
“Don’t” Douglas warned, her own breathing long, deep and measured. “I’ll tell you when, got it?”
He didn’t agree, but nor did he see fit to protest just yet, and so Douglas was free to chase her own dragon.
Selena tightened the noose a little further, twisting on her robust hold with long, prolonged movements and Akiyama quivered in her grasp before, with one last spasm, the Pink Pixie slumped with a terrible air of finality.
Having seen enough, the man in black and white called for the bell, officially making the Callus Convict the victor tonight by way of knockout, much to the displeasure of the FAWNatics.
Selena did not let go, not immediately, indulging in her ill-gotten, FAWNMANIA moment for as long as she was able, wringing the life from her adversary for as many seconds she could push it before, with a snort, she tossed the flaccid frame of her opponent aside.
Standing tall, Douglas snapped her arm away from the Official when he attempted to raise it, flashing him a warning glare encouraging him to back off. She then glowered down the hard camera, planting her boot on her fallen foes upturned hip, continuing to assert her dominance for everyone to see, the Callus Convict on a warpath that showed no signs of slowing.