Post by SammieSinclair on Nov 9, 2014 15:07:56 GMT
Juliet Bloodwind...
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declares, “with a 30 minute time limit, and is for the FAWN Intercontinental championship! Introducing first, the champion...”
The champion? That sends a murmur through the FAWNatics, most of whom at a loss to understand why the champion would enter first.
“Hailing from Tempe, AZ… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name ", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And what a roll the elder Bloodwind had been on. The Tempe Temptress had stated her intentions, and then she went on to do what Babe Babcock, Leah Montoya, Reiko Ohno, Ivy Armstrong, Rachel Riley, Kerri Paige, La Gata Diabla, Maddy Crane, LaKeisha Bates, Fiona Waterford, Adelaide Brewster and she herself had initially been unable to do: end the historic reign of Jenny Jacobs as Intercontinental champion.
One goal had been accomplished, but there was one other: holding the IC belt for even longer than Jacobs had managed. And that would begin tonight.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination. Of course, her newly won strap spoils the usual view of her belly, but the crowd doesn’t seem to mind, providing the Tempe Temptress a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her tag strap has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “MY NAVAJO QUEEN PUT JENNY ON HER BACK! BUT, HEY, SHE’S USED TO IT!”
“Now, now,” Bloodwind chides him with a playful wag of her finger. “I think it’s time for new battles, don’t you?” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
Meanwhile, the announcer again steps to the fore.
“Tonight, in the spirit of All Hallow’s Evil, Juliet Bloodwind will defend her championship against a mystery opponent. Neither she, the official, nor myself are aware of whose name has been drawn backstage...” He lowers the mic, waiting for the first indication anyone would have of the Tempe Temptress’ opponent, whenever the speakers flare back to life...
When they do, what graces the air is Ram Jam’s “Black Betty”...
For some fans, that means confusion. For others, dread. and for Juliet Bloodwind, she suddenly finds herself coping with a massive case of deja vu. After all, this was NOT the first time she had walked into All Hallow’s Evil wearing a championship belt... and the last time, that title reign had been snuffed out between this woman’s juggs.
Desiree Dunbar…
“And her opponent,” the announcer continues, just as soon as said challenger steps into view, “hailing from Columbia, TN… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds... She is the Tennessee Titan, DEEESSSIIIRRREEEEEE DUUUNNNBBBAAARRR!!!!!”
The voluptuous redhead makes her first appearance at a pay per view in some time—and it’s an impressive one, to be sure. Desiree sports what would be a fairly traditional one-piece look, save for two details: the plunging neckline that bares plenty of her cleavage, and that the fabric running from her shoulders to just under her bust is completely sheer, the teasing glimpses of boob and nipple earning appreciative whistles from the audience.
Dunbar strides down to the ring, full of purpose, not displaying the slightest drop in confidence in spite of her absence from prime time. Ascending the ringsteps with the majesty one would expect of a queen, Desiree slides through the ropes, her face not betraying the slightest bit of recognition for either the crowd’s thunderous jeers or lustful whistles. No, Desiree’s focus was solely on the task at hand—the task of spoiling the Tempe Temptress’ Halloween for the second time in three years.
The referee calls both champion and challenger to the middle of the ring, to go over final instructions and the rules--not that either combatant pays him any mind whatsoever. Whatever trepidation Juliet might be feeling, whatever memories of two years ago might be floating across her mind, the Native American beauty does her best not to show it, snarking, “We’ve GOT to stop meeting like this...”
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little pigtails,” the Tennessee Titan drawls in response. “You’re not gonna be meetin’ ANYONE again in this ring after tonight for quite a while. But look on the bright side: it’s not a breast smother match this time. You might actually last two minutes.”
Bloodwind’s eyes narrow. “All I need is three seconds.”
“Hell, that’s all <b><i>I</i></b> need too, sugah. But I ain’t about to rush tonight...”
Champion and challenger return to their corners... but not for long. The toll of the bell brings both combatants back to mid-ring, one moving with considerably more purpose than the other. The Tempe Temptress surges in, Desiree readily accepting her into the lock-up that the champion so eagerly wants...
... and then, with distressing ease, Dunbar tosses her opponent away, Juliet skidding across the mat on her backside.
As the proud Navajo glares up at her adversary, Desiree smirks. “Why don’t ya make it easy for yourself, darlin’? Just lay back and let me plant my boot on those ‘squito bites of yours. Save yourself a WORLD of hurt.”
“You want my belt?” Bloodwind snarls, climbing back to her feet. “You’re gonna have to TAKE it.”
Undeterred by the ease with which Desiree had discarded her moments ago, Juliet charges in again, tying up with the voluptuous redhead. This time, she doesn’t get thrown to the canvas--but Dunbar still hardly seems to break a sweat as she drived her smaller foe back into the ropes. The official calls for a break, but the Tennessee Titan instead leans in, bringing all her weight into place, forcing Bloodwind back into the cables. When the ref’s count reaches four, however, Dunbar pulls back, hands raised. And only then does she answer Juliet's earlier remark.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
As Dunbar retreat to mid-ring, she beckons Bloodwind to come at her once more--and the Tempe Temptress obliges, charging with a full head of steam. But as the curvy redhead starts to raise her arms for the collar and elbow, Juliet instead drops her head, slipping around behind the challenger. Wrapping her arms around Desiree’s midriff, the resourceful Navajo makes use of Dunbar’s momentum, Juliet’s shapely stems driving Desiree into the ropes. As Dunbar’s belly and bosom meet the rubber coated steel, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, pulling her opponent down with her. Bloodwind rolls through, ending up seated on the back of Desiree’s thighs--with Desiree’s shoulders planted to the mat.
(O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Desiree bucks Juliet off.
The Tennesse Titan scrambles back to her feet--but the Tempe Temptress is already OFF hers, launching a dropkick that rinds Desiree’s impossible-to-miss rack and puts the redhead right back on the canvas. Dunbar struggles to pick herself up a second time, but she’s slower to do so. And that gives Bloodwind all the time she needs to rise and launch a SECOND dropkick, this one blasting Dunbar square in the jaw.
A dazed Desiree only makes it back to one knee before Juliet claims a handful of hair and tugs her up the rest of the way. Turning her back to the Tennessee Titan, Bloodwind reaches up, grabbing Dunbar’s noggin and pulling the redhead’s jaw over her shoulder. The beautiful brunette then races to the near corner. Leaving her feet, Juliet’s boots hit the middle turnbuckle, and she starts to scale her way toward the top, intending to make an early statement with her Bloodhawk Plunge.
(BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs )
Alas, the statement made is quite a different one.
As Juliet’s boots seek out the top turnbuckle, Desiress manages to raise a hand to Bloodwind’s tush. And before the Navajo’s soles can find purchase, Dunbar LAUNCHES the Tempe Temptress with a shove. Arms and legs flailing, Juliet first tries to land on the top turnbuckle, but her momentum sends her easily clear. Then, turning in mid air, the Intercontinental champion reaches in a frantic effort to grasp the ropes--but those, too, wind up well beyond her fingertips. Instead, Bloodwind embarks on a frightening drop to the concrete floor, Navajo Nation left to gasp she hits the ground, face down.
The official promptly begins to count, but he doesn’t even get the chance to utter “ONE!” before the Tennessee Titan slides through the ropes. “Come on, Des,” he barks as the redhead gathers a handful of hair and yanks the Tempe Temptress back to verticality. “Get her back in the ring!”
Instead, Desiree heads in the other direction, dragging Bloodwind over to the annunce table before ‘BWAAAAANG’ing her forehead off its edge. Bloodwind wheels away from the impact, staggering away and swinging a wild haymaker, which meets only air. A grinning Dunbar chuckles as she latches a hand on her foe’s shoulder, spinning Juliet around before scooping her off her feet and into a crushing bearhug.
“NYYYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Bloodwind moans, Dunbar’s pythons ruthlessly SQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEZZZZIIIINNNGGG the ari from her lungs. The Native American warrior wraps her legs around Desiree’s hips, attempting to answer the embrace with a scissors--but, still feeling the effects of her crash landing on the floor, the power she can summor is minimal compared to that of the Tennessee Titan’s.
Still, there’s one thing that Desiree knows is stronger, even than her. And with Juliet little more than cargo, she opts to introduce Bloodwind to it. Dunbar charges the short distance toward the ringpost, releasing her embrace with JUUUST enough time to withdraw her arms before Juliet’s back is RAMMED into the steel. The Tempte Temptress starts to sink to her knees, until Desiree grabs a handful of hair and another of faux deerskin bikini bottom, slinging the champion back into the ring.
Navajo Nation pelts the confident redhead with a plethora of verbal abuse, but Desiree shrugs it off, turning to the enraged masses with a sweet southern smile. “It is HARDLY my fault that I’m just too much woman for that tramp to handle,” Dunbar tells the crowd before climbing back onto the apron. As she slides through the ropes, a groaning Juliet is gamely fighting her way back to verticality. The Tennessee Titan regards her foe with a pitying shake of the head, as if she were watching a toddler try to navigate steps for the first time. But any expression of pity soon dissipates, Desiree exploding into a furious charge and BLASTING Bloodwind’s jaw with her Southern Mafia kick.
(SOUTHERN MAFIA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjZ9MYjmyw )
The Tempe Temptress’ head snaps back, her succulent legs flying out from under her. Then, the back of Bloodwind’s skull meets a similarly concussive fate as she hits the deck. Juliet’s feet continue to fly, toes touching down beyond the Navajo’s noggin, the Intercontinental champion left matchbooked, derriere raised to the rafters.
And Desiree Dunbar proves only human. With such an inviting target, she plants a boot between Juliet’s cheeks, the crowd ROARING jeers as the official slides down and checks the Tempe Temptress’ shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s more a powerful spasm than a kickout, but the result is the same: Juliet Bloodwind tumbles over onto her side, three count averted.
“You got a choice, darlin’,” Desiree mutters, stooping down to hairhaul a woozy Tempe Temptress up to rubbery legs. “You can stay down, and your reign can end with you gettin’ pinned...”
Nuzzling in from behind, Dunbar slips her arms around Juliet’s stomach.
“... or you can be stubborn. And if you’re gonna be stubborn, I’m gonna make you kiss both my gurls before they put you out. And I ain’t talkin’ about Donna or Dana.” Then, with a grunt of exertion, Desiree RIIIPS Bloodwind off her feet. Falling backward, Dunbar SLINGS the Tempe Temptress overhead, DRIVING the Navajo’s head and shoulders into the canvas with extreme prejudice via a release German suplex.
(RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0leLhlo2fXc )
The Tennessee Titan’s powerful throw sends the Tempe Temptress sliding across the ring, the reigning Intercontinental champion bouncing across the mat before sliding under the bottom rope and spilling back out to the floor. Immediately, the official turns to the challenger. “Don’t you...”
And again, Desiree is already moving toward the ropes. “That bytch is NOT getting to keep her belt by takin’ a nap out there,” she hisses, hopping down to the floor. Scraping the Tempe Temptress off the deck, Dunbar dips a shoulder and surges forward. When that shoulder meets Bloodwind’s chest, Juliet is driven backward--until the small of her back is split by the edge of the apron. Once more, the Navajo’s legs buckle, but she is prevented from collapsing when Desiree catches her. Taking a wrist, the challenger starts to launch the Tempe Temptress toward the security railing...
... but Juliet Bloodwind manages a reversal, and SHE ends up being the one to whip DESIREE into the steel!
Unfortunately, now--without Dunbar’s assistance--Juliet does collapse to her knees, the Tempe Temptress turning toward the ring and sagging against the apron. With some effort, she pulls herself under the bottom rope and back into the ring. And, with the champion back inside, the official begins to count.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
Inside the ring, the Tempe Temptress finally manages to pick herself up, swaying as she fights to maintain her balance.
“FOUR!”
Out on the floor, and with the aid of the railing, Desiree has managed to get up as well. And, as she pushes away from the railing, it’s clear that she will easily beat the count back into the ring. And so, the Tempe Temptress turns and sprints into the far ropes. Rebounding off the strands, she races toward her opponent, dropping into a baeball slide as Dunbar begins to turn around. And as she slips under the bottom rope, the Tempe Temptress’ boots PLOW into Desiree’s chest, spinning the Tennessee Titan away from the ring and making her stagger.
Reaching through the ropes, Bloodwind grabs two handfuls of hair, turning Desiree back to the ring. She then pulls the curvaceous redhead up onto the apron as she rises, before slinging an arm around Dunbar’s neck. Then, popping her hips, the Tempe Temptress brings the Tennessee Titan back into the ring the hard way, via a vertical suplex.
The impact propels Desiree to a seat, her spine arched and her incomparable rack thrust forward. Meanwhile, Juliet buttscoots in from behind, snaking her legs around Dunbar’s waist and securing a tight bodyscissors. As Bloodwind’s thighs begin to constrict, the Tennessee Titan winces, shaking her head in anticipation of the referee’s (stupid) question. Cocking her elbows, Dunbar prepares to drive them into the meat of Juliet’s inner thighs...
... but before she can, the Tempe Temptress rocks to the side, rolling Desiree Dunbar along with her. Taking a page out of Shea London’s book, Bloodwind takes her challenger on a three lap tour of the ring, winding up almost where they started--except for one difference. Now, Juliet lays on her stomach, and Desiree is stacked up on her shoulders, ass over teakettle.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Desiree kicks loose.
Livid that what should be her coronation had nearly ended in such an embarrassing manner, Dunbar scrambles back to her feet--only to met by a pair of knife edges slamming into the sides of her neck, Juliet administering her Navajo chop. With a groan, the Tennessee Titan is sent in a stumbling backpedal into the near corner, followed by the Intercontinental champion. Raising her right hand ominously, Juliet holds it flat before muttering, “Let’s see how red I can make 'em...”
(KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8 )
Strike after strike after strike meets Desiree’s bosom with a loud 'THWACK!’, the Tempe Temptress’ hand proving to indeed be faster than the eye. And even with the mesh of Dunbar’s top somewhat obscuring the view, it’s entirely obvious that the Tennessee Titan’s decolletage is being increasingly marred by splotchy red palm prints. After what can only be guestimated at FORTY chops from Bloodwind, the Navajo warrior steps back, allowing her challenger to stumble away from the buckles, both arms folded across her throbbing chest. Not missing a beat, Juliet slips through the ropes and out onto the apron, the Tempe Temptress scaling her way to the top turnbuckle to deliver a Tomahawk chop.
Unfortunately for her, Dunbar’s stumbling path sends her turning into the ropes. And when one-hundred and fifty seven pounds of Tennessee Titan hits the taut, rubber coat steel, the resulting tremor sends Juliet’s left boot slipping off the cable. The rest of Bloodwind’s body plummets with her, the descent ended only when the Tempe Temptress’ crotch meets the turnbuckle. The FAWNatics groan in sympathy as Bloodwind’s jaw falls slack, the champion left teetering on her perch in silent agony.
It takes about another two seconds for Desiree to recognize her good fortune, but when she does, the redhead’s features cloud with a thirst for vengeance. Pulling her arms away from her aching gurls, Dunbar marches to the corner, climbing the ropes in front of the mewling Navajo. “We COULD’VE done this the easy way,” the Tennessee Titan snarls, clamping hold of Bloodwind’s pigtails. “Now, ONLY the hard way is left.”
Of the two, it’s the Tempe Temptress that is known for acrobatics. But at this moment, it’s Desiree who takes flight, YANKING Juliet downward as she descends. The Tennessee Titan parts her legs into a wide 'V’, providing plenty of space for Bloodwind to CRASH down, the champ served an emphatic canvas facial by Dunbar’s avalanche facebuster.
(AVALANCHE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM_5XsfE2Mo )
Bloodwind’s impact sends the Native American warrior over to her back, leaving her in a sprawled starfish--and it might have been enough to get Desiree a three count. But instead, Dunbar rises, sauntering over to the champion and reaching down to hairhaul her up. Again, her arms slip around Juliet’s waist, and the buxom redhead scoops her prey up. With her arms around the Navajo’s waist, there’s reason for Navajo Nation to fear another bearhug--only she holds Bloodwind a little too loose for that. Also, Desiree sinks into a small crouch, allowing Bloodwind’s boots to rest against her thighs. Breaking her embrace, Desiree laces her left arm around Juliet’s neck. Leaning forward, the Tennessee Titan abruptly throws it into full reverse, falling backward and SPIKING the Tempe Temptress’ skull with her Dixie Destroyer.
(DIXIE DESTROYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFnYmFKkFFo )
Now, when Juliet gathers into a sprawled heap, flat on her back, Desiree does lay back across her chest. She doesn’t bother to hook a leg, though, as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Bloodwind throws a shoulder up.
Dunbar fixes the referee with a skeptical glare, but instead of arguing about the speed of the count, the Tennessee Titan turns her attention toward what’s left of the Tempe Temptress. “You know what you just done, don’t you?” she asks, pulling the stupified Navajo up to her feet. “You just threw away your very last shot at mercy.”
‘Mercy’ had only just brushed past Dunbar’s lips when she shoves the Tempe Temptress toward her. Raising and extending her right arm, Desiree delivers a THUNDEROUS burning lariat that sends Juliet into a 270 degree flip. That might have been the ONLY thing that kept the brunette in possession of her title, as she lands sprawled on her stomach, moaning softly.
(BURNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqG1-VR2M1g )
Rather than nudge the champ over with a boot, Desiree reaches down and claims one more handful of hair, tugging the brunette back to her feet. The Tempe Temptress’ legs are visibly quaking, looking like she might collapse in another instant... if the Tennessee Titan didn’t THRUST her arms underneath Juliet’s, her fingers lacing together behind the Navajo’s head in one extremely violent motion. Bloodwind DOES leave her feet after the full nelson has been applied, but she moves in a different direction--UP rather than DOWN. Desiree tosses her ragdoll of an opponent left and right, Bloodwind’s feet kicking at the air. “OK,” Dunbar coos, hardly bothering to ease up on the nelson as she instructs the Tempe Temptress. “THIS is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna say, 'Please, Desiree. PLEEEEEAAASSSE... Take my belt. Just stop whoopin’ my ass!”
Bloodwind doesn’t answer--at first. But a couple more violent back-and-forth thrashes of the nelson finally prompt her to wail, “Please, Desiree.... PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEE...”
Hearing the magic words causes Dunbar to ease up, while the official turns toward the timekeeper’s table, ready to signal...
“PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEE... SHUT YOUR FAT COW FAAAAAAAAAGGGGUUUHHHNNNnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Tempe Temptress might not have given her the answer she had wanted, but Desiree Dunbar had a ready answer for such foolish ignorance. With the nelson already in place, the Tennessee Titan throws herself backward with abandon, SLAMMING Juliet to the mat face and chest first, courtesy of her Dirty South Drop!
(DIRTY SOUTH DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2bSStd-T4c )
And again, Desiree forsakes the pin.
Roughly pulling the Tempe Temptress up off the mat, Desiree lines her opponent up with the far corner, then sends her sprinting in with an Irish whip. Bloodwind’s gams barely manage to keep her up, but she manages to reach the corner, turning her back into the collision with the buckles. Juliet’s arms flop over the top rope, which proves to be the only thing that keeps her crashing to her backside...
... and which, in turn, allows the Tennessee Titan to SLAM into her, one-hundred and fifty seven pounds of challenger driving into Bloodwind with a full head of steam, certainly CRUSHING whatever fight remained in the Tempe Temptress right out of her. When Dunbar finally steps back, Juliet crumples, first to her knees and then to all fours, her head bowed.
Desiree stoops down, gathering both of Bloodwind’s pigtails into one hand. She then uses them as a leash, guiding a crawling Navajo warrior away from the ropes. Releasing her foe’s tresses, Dunbar then stuffs a brutal kick into Juliet’s ribs which sends the Intercontinental champion flopping to her back. The Tennessee Titan then backpedals into the near ropes, rebounding off the strands and into a small hop...
... but that small hops has MASSIVE repercussions, Dunbar’s belly splashing down across Bloodwind’s, a bug eyed Tempe Temptress folding up across her challenger with a loud gasp.
As Juliet’s broken body settles into a glistening heap, Desiree shifts into a kneeling straddle of the Native American warrior. She then leans down, resting on her elbows--with her massive rack hovering ominously above Juliet’s face. Rather than fully apply her Deep South front sleeper, for the moment Dunbar contents herself with gently paintbrushing Bloodwind’s mug with her gurls. Smiling at the vacant glaze in Juliet’s eyes, Desiree purrs, “Y’know what they’re gonna start callin’ these?” she asks. “Tempe Temptress Title-Takin’ Titties. But not JUST yet...”
Pushing back to her feet, Dunbar claims Juliet’s right wrist, and drags her over to the near corner. Once she has the Tempe Temptress lined up to her satisfaction, Dunbar slips out onto the apron. Navajo Nation holds its collective breath when they see Desireee start to climb toward the top rope. The Tennessee Titan might not be a noted high flyer, but exactly HOW hard is falling off the top turnbuckle for a splash?
The splash itself is not difficult. But the Tempe Temptress proves both resurgent and elusive, Juliet rolling clear of her challenger’s path and leaving nothing for Desiree to splash but canvas! Bloodwind might be clear of danger, at least for the moment, she STILL keeps rolling--under the bottom rope and to the apron. Showing every ache and pain, Juliet starts using the ropes to pull herself up--while Desiree does much the same, without any assistance, one arm swaddling her tummy. Dunbar regains verticality first, her back to the ropes...
... and the moment it takes Desiree to turn is the moment Juliet needs to vault onto the top rope. Springboarding off the rubber coated steel, the Tempe Temptress catches Dunbar across the throat with a devastating clothesline, brunette and redhead both crashing to the deck--one in slightly better shape than the other.
Now Juliet beats Desiree in getting up, the Navajo warrior quickly grabbing Dunbar by the hair and stuffing her head under Bloodwind’s left arm. Grabbing a handful of one-piece at the hip, the Tempe Temptress muscles her challenger into the air--but instead of a vertical suplex, Juliet SLAMS Desiree down on her chest and stomach with a gourdbuster.
(GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJDX1rbwZyQ )
The Tennessee Titan flops over to her back, only now, it’s Bloodwind’s turn to forego a cover. Instead, she hairhauls the redhead off the mat and shoves Dunbar back into the ropes. Bodying in, Juliet snatches a wrist, sets her feet and sends Dunbar on her way with an Irish whip. Marching out to the middle of the ring, the Tempe Temptress drops into a slight crouch to accept her foe... and when she does, even some of her fans are doubtful of what they’re witnessing. But sure enough, Bloodwind catches Desiree and, with a mighty grunt, tosses the curvaceous redhead up onto her shoulders. Snatching Dunbar’s neck with one arm and sliding the other between the Tennessee Titan’s eyes, Navajo Nation is left to pray that Bloodwind can hold her aloft in the fireman’s carry...
... and she does, at least long enough to throw her weight backward and DRIVE Desiree to the canvas with possibly the most breathtaking pop-up Samoan drop of her career!
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig )
As fate would have it, the ungainly heap Desiree Dunbar’s voluptuous frame gathers into is happens to be almost perfectly lined up with the near corner. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, the Tempe Temptress springs to her feet, sprinting toward the body of her opponent. Hopping over the Tennessee Titan, Juliet’s boots barely touch the mat before she’s off again, vaulting to the middle turnbuckle... and then climbing to the top. Bloodwind takes only the briefest of moments to settle herself before launching a beautiful moonsault.
Desiree’s attempt at a splash might have been simpler, but it’s Juliet who hits the home run, belly ‘THWWAAAAP’ing down across belly in a near picture perfect Bloodhawk Dive! All that remains is for the Tempe Temptress to hook a leg as the referee slides into position...
But instead, Bloodwind doesn’t cover.
No, the Tempe Temptress kneewalks her way to above Desiree’s lolling noggin. “You jugged me out to take my tag belt,” Bloodwind hisses. “I can’t exactly return the favor to the same degree.”
Juliet slips her calves underneath Desiree’s upper arms, crossing her ankles underneath the challenger’s noggin.
“But I’ve sure as hell got an ass that can ride you all the way to glory,” Juliet concludes, settling into the reverse facesit.
Navajo Nation ERUPTS as Bloodwind bears down, swishing her hips back and forth. The Tempe Temptress’ hands find the most ready surface for support--namely, Dunbar’s rack, the Native American stunner palming and squeezing Desiree’s breasts as she grinds. The voluptuous redhead is instantly sent into fits, legs kicking and arms flailing... but it only last about 20 seconds before all four limbs start to slow...
... and then CEASE moving altogether.
Casting a coy glance over her shoulder, the Tempe Temptress says to the ref, “You mind?”
With a nod, he takes Desiree’s wrist, raising her arm.
It falls ONCE...
TWICE...
THRICE!!!!!!!
And as soon as the back of her hand hits the canvas that third and final time, the official calls for the bell.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims to a euphoric--if not quite fully believing--crowd, “your winner, via knockout... JUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!”
Victory secured, the Tempe Temptress slips out of the saddle, climbing to her feet as the referee passes her belt back to her. As he lifts her hand, Bloodwind sets a conquering boot atop the rack that had once before taken gold from her. “Lightning doesn’t strike twice, bytch,” Juliet mutters, her own chest heaving with each deep breath.
“I’m not letting this go for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time...”
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the announcer declares, “with a 30 minute time limit, and is for the FAWN Intercontinental championship! Introducing first, the champion...”
The champion? That sends a murmur through the FAWNatics, most of whom at a loss to understand why the champion would enter first.
“Hailing from Tempe, AZ… she stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the one and only Tempe Temptress… JUUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!!”
To the accompanying sonic assault of Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the Name ", Juliet Bloodwind, emerges atop the ramp. The crowd erupts into a supportive roar, happy to see the Tempe Temptress back in action once more. And what a roll the elder Bloodwind had been on. The Tempe Temptress had stated her intentions, and then she went on to do what Babe Babcock, Leah Montoya, Reiko Ohno, Ivy Armstrong, Rachel Riley, Kerri Paige, La Gata Diabla, Maddy Crane, LaKeisha Bates, Fiona Waterford, Adelaide Brewster and she herself had initially been unable to do: end the historic reign of Jenny Jacobs as Intercontinental champion.
One goal had been accomplished, but there was one other: holding the IC belt for even longer than Jacobs had managed. And that would begin tonight.
The Tempe Temptress exudes a flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring. The pigtailed Juliet slaps hands with the fans sitting along the ramp, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination. Of course, her newly won strap spoils the usual view of her belly, but the crowd doesn’t seem to mind, providing the Tempe Temptress a rousing vocal endorsement--if anything, the spirit she's shown during her servitude to Anciline de Cyr and in defending her tag strap has only FURTHER endeared her to the Orlando faithful. She arches a wry eyebrow at this sight of one sign: “MY NAVAJO QUEEN PUT JENNY ON HER BACK! BUT, HEY, SHE’S USED TO IT!”
“Now, now,” Bloodwind chides him with a playful wag of her finger. “I think it’s time for new battles, don’t you?” Another fan waves a sign that had almost become a fixture, reading: "CONSIDER ME TEMPTED, TEMPE TEMPTRESS!"
And for the sentiment, as always, he is rewarded with a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. Bloodwind makes a complete circuit around the ring, continuing to press the flesh with the assembled fans. Her lap completed, Juliet moves quickly toward the ring, gracefully hopping onto the apron. With her back to the ropes, Juliet casts a quick glance over her shoulder at the official and the announcer before draping her arms over the top rope. The nubile Native American gives a suggestive wiggle of her hips before leaning backward, flipping herself over the top rope and landing on her feet inside the ring, Navajo Nation roaring its approval while Bloodwind hands her strap to the official, then moves to limber up in her corner.
Meanwhile, the announcer again steps to the fore.
“Tonight, in the spirit of All Hallow’s Evil, Juliet Bloodwind will defend her championship against a mystery opponent. Neither she, the official, nor myself are aware of whose name has been drawn backstage...” He lowers the mic, waiting for the first indication anyone would have of the Tempe Temptress’ opponent, whenever the speakers flare back to life...
When they do, what graces the air is Ram Jam’s “Black Betty”...
For some fans, that means confusion. For others, dread. and for Juliet Bloodwind, she suddenly finds herself coping with a massive case of deja vu. After all, this was NOT the first time she had walked into All Hallow’s Evil wearing a championship belt... and the last time, that title reign had been snuffed out between this woman’s juggs.
Desiree Dunbar…
“And her opponent,” the announcer continues, just as soon as said challenger steps into view, “hailing from Columbia, TN… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in this evening at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds... She is the Tennessee Titan, DEEESSSIIIRRREEEEEE DUUUNNNBBBAAARRR!!!!!”
The voluptuous redhead makes her first appearance at a pay per view in some time—and it’s an impressive one, to be sure. Desiree sports what would be a fairly traditional one-piece look, save for two details: the plunging neckline that bares plenty of her cleavage, and that the fabric running from her shoulders to just under her bust is completely sheer, the teasing glimpses of boob and nipple earning appreciative whistles from the audience.
Dunbar strides down to the ring, full of purpose, not displaying the slightest drop in confidence in spite of her absence from prime time. Ascending the ringsteps with the majesty one would expect of a queen, Desiree slides through the ropes, her face not betraying the slightest bit of recognition for either the crowd’s thunderous jeers or lustful whistles. No, Desiree’s focus was solely on the task at hand—the task of spoiling the Tempe Temptress’ Halloween for the second time in three years.
The referee calls both champion and challenger to the middle of the ring, to go over final instructions and the rules--not that either combatant pays him any mind whatsoever. Whatever trepidation Juliet might be feeling, whatever memories of two years ago might be floating across her mind, the Native American beauty does her best not to show it, snarking, “We’ve GOT to stop meeting like this...”
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little pigtails,” the Tennessee Titan drawls in response. “You’re not gonna be meetin’ ANYONE again in this ring after tonight for quite a while. But look on the bright side: it’s not a breast smother match this time. You might actually last two minutes.”
Bloodwind’s eyes narrow. “All I need is three seconds.”
“Hell, that’s all <b><i>I</i></b> need too, sugah. But I ain’t about to rush tonight...”
Champion and challenger return to their corners... but not for long. The toll of the bell brings both combatants back to mid-ring, one moving with considerably more purpose than the other. The Tempe Temptress surges in, Desiree readily accepting her into the lock-up that the champion so eagerly wants...
... and then, with distressing ease, Dunbar tosses her opponent away, Juliet skidding across the mat on her backside.
As the proud Navajo glares up at her adversary, Desiree smirks. “Why don’t ya make it easy for yourself, darlin’? Just lay back and let me plant my boot on those ‘squito bites of yours. Save yourself a WORLD of hurt.”
“You want my belt?” Bloodwind snarls, climbing back to her feet. “You’re gonna have to TAKE it.”
Undeterred by the ease with which Desiree had discarded her moments ago, Juliet charges in again, tying up with the voluptuous redhead. This time, she doesn’t get thrown to the canvas--but Dunbar still hardly seems to break a sweat as she drived her smaller foe back into the ropes. The official calls for a break, but the Tennessee Titan instead leans in, bringing all her weight into place, forcing Bloodwind back into the cables. When the ref’s count reaches four, however, Dunbar pulls back, hands raised. And only then does she answer Juliet's earlier remark.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”
As Dunbar retreat to mid-ring, she beckons Bloodwind to come at her once more--and the Tempe Temptress obliges, charging with a full head of steam. But as the curvy redhead starts to raise her arms for the collar and elbow, Juliet instead drops her head, slipping around behind the challenger. Wrapping her arms around Desiree’s midriff, the resourceful Navajo makes use of Dunbar’s momentum, Juliet’s shapely stems driving Desiree into the ropes. As Dunbar’s belly and bosom meet the rubber coated steel, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, pulling her opponent down with her. Bloodwind rolls through, ending up seated on the back of Desiree’s thighs--with Desiree’s shoulders planted to the mat.
(O’CONNOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mliTE5ym-wA )
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Desiree bucks Juliet off.
The Tennesse Titan scrambles back to her feet--but the Tempe Temptress is already OFF hers, launching a dropkick that rinds Desiree’s impossible-to-miss rack and puts the redhead right back on the canvas. Dunbar struggles to pick herself up a second time, but she’s slower to do so. And that gives Bloodwind all the time she needs to rise and launch a SECOND dropkick, this one blasting Dunbar square in the jaw.
A dazed Desiree only makes it back to one knee before Juliet claims a handful of hair and tugs her up the rest of the way. Turning her back to the Tennessee Titan, Bloodwind reaches up, grabbing Dunbar’s noggin and pulling the redhead’s jaw over her shoulder. The beautiful brunette then races to the near corner. Leaving her feet, Juliet’s boots hit the middle turnbuckle, and she starts to scale her way toward the top, intending to make an early statement with her Bloodhawk Plunge.
(BLOODHAWK PLUNGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gMuGREYMsVs )
Alas, the statement made is quite a different one.
As Juliet’s boots seek out the top turnbuckle, Desiress manages to raise a hand to Bloodwind’s tush. And before the Navajo’s soles can find purchase, Dunbar LAUNCHES the Tempe Temptress with a shove. Arms and legs flailing, Juliet first tries to land on the top turnbuckle, but her momentum sends her easily clear. Then, turning in mid air, the Intercontinental champion reaches in a frantic effort to grasp the ropes--but those, too, wind up well beyond her fingertips. Instead, Bloodwind embarks on a frightening drop to the concrete floor, Navajo Nation left to gasp she hits the ground, face down.
The official promptly begins to count, but he doesn’t even get the chance to utter “ONE!” before the Tennessee Titan slides through the ropes. “Come on, Des,” he barks as the redhead gathers a handful of hair and yanks the Tempe Temptress back to verticality. “Get her back in the ring!”
Instead, Desiree heads in the other direction, dragging Bloodwind over to the annunce table before ‘BWAAAAANG’ing her forehead off its edge. Bloodwind wheels away from the impact, staggering away and swinging a wild haymaker, which meets only air. A grinning Dunbar chuckles as she latches a hand on her foe’s shoulder, spinning Juliet around before scooping her off her feet and into a crushing bearhug.
“NYYYYYYUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Bloodwind moans, Dunbar’s pythons ruthlessly SQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEZZZZIIIINNNGGG the ari from her lungs. The Native American warrior wraps her legs around Desiree’s hips, attempting to answer the embrace with a scissors--but, still feeling the effects of her crash landing on the floor, the power she can summor is minimal compared to that of the Tennessee Titan’s.
Still, there’s one thing that Desiree knows is stronger, even than her. And with Juliet little more than cargo, she opts to introduce Bloodwind to it. Dunbar charges the short distance toward the ringpost, releasing her embrace with JUUUST enough time to withdraw her arms before Juliet’s back is RAMMED into the steel. The Tempte Temptress starts to sink to her knees, until Desiree grabs a handful of hair and another of faux deerskin bikini bottom, slinging the champion back into the ring.
Navajo Nation pelts the confident redhead with a plethora of verbal abuse, but Desiree shrugs it off, turning to the enraged masses with a sweet southern smile. “It is HARDLY my fault that I’m just too much woman for that tramp to handle,” Dunbar tells the crowd before climbing back onto the apron. As she slides through the ropes, a groaning Juliet is gamely fighting her way back to verticality. The Tennessee Titan regards her foe with a pitying shake of the head, as if she were watching a toddler try to navigate steps for the first time. But any expression of pity soon dissipates, Desiree exploding into a furious charge and BLASTING Bloodwind’s jaw with her Southern Mafia kick.
(SOUTHERN MAFIA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjZ9MYjmyw )
The Tempe Temptress’ head snaps back, her succulent legs flying out from under her. Then, the back of Bloodwind’s skull meets a similarly concussive fate as she hits the deck. Juliet’s feet continue to fly, toes touching down beyond the Navajo’s noggin, the Intercontinental champion left matchbooked, derriere raised to the rafters.
And Desiree Dunbar proves only human. With such an inviting target, she plants a boot between Juliet’s cheeks, the crowd ROARING jeers as the official slides down and checks the Tempe Temptress’ shoulders.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s more a powerful spasm than a kickout, but the result is the same: Juliet Bloodwind tumbles over onto her side, three count averted.
“You got a choice, darlin’,” Desiree mutters, stooping down to hairhaul a woozy Tempe Temptress up to rubbery legs. “You can stay down, and your reign can end with you gettin’ pinned...”
Nuzzling in from behind, Dunbar slips her arms around Juliet’s stomach.
“... or you can be stubborn. And if you’re gonna be stubborn, I’m gonna make you kiss both my gurls before they put you out. And I ain’t talkin’ about Donna or Dana.” Then, with a grunt of exertion, Desiree RIIIPS Bloodwind off her feet. Falling backward, Dunbar SLINGS the Tempe Temptress overhead, DRIVING the Navajo’s head and shoulders into the canvas with extreme prejudice via a release German suplex.
(RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0leLhlo2fXc )
The Tennessee Titan’s powerful throw sends the Tempe Temptress sliding across the ring, the reigning Intercontinental champion bouncing across the mat before sliding under the bottom rope and spilling back out to the floor. Immediately, the official turns to the challenger. “Don’t you...”
And again, Desiree is already moving toward the ropes. “That bytch is NOT getting to keep her belt by takin’ a nap out there,” she hisses, hopping down to the floor. Scraping the Tempe Temptress off the deck, Dunbar dips a shoulder and surges forward. When that shoulder meets Bloodwind’s chest, Juliet is driven backward--until the small of her back is split by the edge of the apron. Once more, the Navajo’s legs buckle, but she is prevented from collapsing when Desiree catches her. Taking a wrist, the challenger starts to launch the Tempe Temptress toward the security railing...
... but Juliet Bloodwind manages a reversal, and SHE ends up being the one to whip DESIREE into the steel!
Unfortunately, now--without Dunbar’s assistance--Juliet does collapse to her knees, the Tempe Temptress turning toward the ring and sagging against the apron. With some effort, she pulls herself under the bottom rope and back into the ring. And, with the champion back inside, the official begins to count.
“ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
Inside the ring, the Tempe Temptress finally manages to pick herself up, swaying as she fights to maintain her balance.
“FOUR!”
Out on the floor, and with the aid of the railing, Desiree has managed to get up as well. And, as she pushes away from the railing, it’s clear that she will easily beat the count back into the ring. And so, the Tempe Temptress turns and sprints into the far ropes. Rebounding off the strands, she races toward her opponent, dropping into a baeball slide as Dunbar begins to turn around. And as she slips under the bottom rope, the Tempe Temptress’ boots PLOW into Desiree’s chest, spinning the Tennessee Titan away from the ring and making her stagger.
Reaching through the ropes, Bloodwind grabs two handfuls of hair, turning Desiree back to the ring. She then pulls the curvaceous redhead up onto the apron as she rises, before slinging an arm around Dunbar’s neck. Then, popping her hips, the Tempe Temptress brings the Tennessee Titan back into the ring the hard way, via a vertical suplex.
The impact propels Desiree to a seat, her spine arched and her incomparable rack thrust forward. Meanwhile, Juliet buttscoots in from behind, snaking her legs around Dunbar’s waist and securing a tight bodyscissors. As Bloodwind’s thighs begin to constrict, the Tennessee Titan winces, shaking her head in anticipation of the referee’s (stupid) question. Cocking her elbows, Dunbar prepares to drive them into the meat of Juliet’s inner thighs...
... but before she can, the Tempe Temptress rocks to the side, rolling Desiree Dunbar along with her. Taking a page out of Shea London’s book, Bloodwind takes her challenger on a three lap tour of the ring, winding up almost where they started--except for one difference. Now, Juliet lays on her stomach, and Desiree is stacked up on her shoulders, ass over teakettle.
ONE...
TWO...
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Desiree kicks loose.
Livid that what should be her coronation had nearly ended in such an embarrassing manner, Dunbar scrambles back to her feet--only to met by a pair of knife edges slamming into the sides of her neck, Juliet administering her Navajo chop. With a groan, the Tennessee Titan is sent in a stumbling backpedal into the near corner, followed by the Intercontinental champion. Raising her right hand ominously, Juliet holds it flat before muttering, “Let’s see how red I can make 'em...”
(KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8 )
Strike after strike after strike meets Desiree’s bosom with a loud 'THWACK!’, the Tempe Temptress’ hand proving to indeed be faster than the eye. And even with the mesh of Dunbar’s top somewhat obscuring the view, it’s entirely obvious that the Tennessee Titan’s decolletage is being increasingly marred by splotchy red palm prints. After what can only be guestimated at FORTY chops from Bloodwind, the Navajo warrior steps back, allowing her challenger to stumble away from the buckles, both arms folded across her throbbing chest. Not missing a beat, Juliet slips through the ropes and out onto the apron, the Tempe Temptress scaling her way to the top turnbuckle to deliver a Tomahawk chop.
Unfortunately for her, Dunbar’s stumbling path sends her turning into the ropes. And when one-hundred and fifty seven pounds of Tennessee Titan hits the taut, rubber coat steel, the resulting tremor sends Juliet’s left boot slipping off the cable. The rest of Bloodwind’s body plummets with her, the descent ended only when the Tempe Temptress’ crotch meets the turnbuckle. The FAWNatics groan in sympathy as Bloodwind’s jaw falls slack, the champion left teetering on her perch in silent agony.
It takes about another two seconds for Desiree to recognize her good fortune, but when she does, the redhead’s features cloud with a thirst for vengeance. Pulling her arms away from her aching gurls, Dunbar marches to the corner, climbing the ropes in front of the mewling Navajo. “We COULD’VE done this the easy way,” the Tennessee Titan snarls, clamping hold of Bloodwind’s pigtails. “Now, ONLY the hard way is left.”
Of the two, it’s the Tempe Temptress that is known for acrobatics. But at this moment, it’s Desiree who takes flight, YANKING Juliet downward as she descends. The Tennessee Titan parts her legs into a wide 'V’, providing plenty of space for Bloodwind to CRASH down, the champ served an emphatic canvas facial by Dunbar’s avalanche facebuster.
(AVALANCHE FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM_5XsfE2Mo )
Bloodwind’s impact sends the Native American warrior over to her back, leaving her in a sprawled starfish--and it might have been enough to get Desiree a three count. But instead, Dunbar rises, sauntering over to the champion and reaching down to hairhaul her up. Again, her arms slip around Juliet’s waist, and the buxom redhead scoops her prey up. With her arms around the Navajo’s waist, there’s reason for Navajo Nation to fear another bearhug--only she holds Bloodwind a little too loose for that. Also, Desiree sinks into a small crouch, allowing Bloodwind’s boots to rest against her thighs. Breaking her embrace, Desiree laces her left arm around Juliet’s neck. Leaning forward, the Tennessee Titan abruptly throws it into full reverse, falling backward and SPIKING the Tempe Temptress’ skull with her Dixie Destroyer.
(DIXIE DESTROYER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFnYmFKkFFo )
Now, when Juliet gathers into a sprawled heap, flat on her back, Desiree does lay back across her chest. She doesn’t bother to hook a leg, though, as the official slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Bloodwind throws a shoulder up.
Dunbar fixes the referee with a skeptical glare, but instead of arguing about the speed of the count, the Tennessee Titan turns her attention toward what’s left of the Tempe Temptress. “You know what you just done, don’t you?” she asks, pulling the stupified Navajo up to her feet. “You just threw away your very last shot at mercy.”
‘Mercy’ had only just brushed past Dunbar’s lips when she shoves the Tempe Temptress toward her. Raising and extending her right arm, Desiree delivers a THUNDEROUS burning lariat that sends Juliet into a 270 degree flip. That might have been the ONLY thing that kept the brunette in possession of her title, as she lands sprawled on her stomach, moaning softly.
(BURNING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqG1-VR2M1g )
Rather than nudge the champ over with a boot, Desiree reaches down and claims one more handful of hair, tugging the brunette back to her feet. The Tempe Temptress’ legs are visibly quaking, looking like she might collapse in another instant... if the Tennessee Titan didn’t THRUST her arms underneath Juliet’s, her fingers lacing together behind the Navajo’s head in one extremely violent motion. Bloodwind DOES leave her feet after the full nelson has been applied, but she moves in a different direction--UP rather than DOWN. Desiree tosses her ragdoll of an opponent left and right, Bloodwind’s feet kicking at the air. “OK,” Dunbar coos, hardly bothering to ease up on the nelson as she instructs the Tempe Temptress. “THIS is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna say, 'Please, Desiree. PLEEEEEAAASSSE... Take my belt. Just stop whoopin’ my ass!”
Bloodwind doesn’t answer--at first. But a couple more violent back-and-forth thrashes of the nelson finally prompt her to wail, “Please, Desiree.... PLEEEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEE...”
Hearing the magic words causes Dunbar to ease up, while the official turns toward the timekeeper’s table, ready to signal...
“PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEE... SHUT YOUR FAT COW FAAAAAAAAAGGGGUUUHHHNNNnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The Tempe Temptress might not have given her the answer she had wanted, but Desiree Dunbar had a ready answer for such foolish ignorance. With the nelson already in place, the Tennessee Titan throws herself backward with abandon, SLAMMING Juliet to the mat face and chest first, courtesy of her Dirty South Drop!
(DIRTY SOUTH DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2bSStd-T4c )
And again, Desiree forsakes the pin.
Roughly pulling the Tempe Temptress up off the mat, Desiree lines her opponent up with the far corner, then sends her sprinting in with an Irish whip. Bloodwind’s gams barely manage to keep her up, but she manages to reach the corner, turning her back into the collision with the buckles. Juliet’s arms flop over the top rope, which proves to be the only thing that keeps her crashing to her backside...
... and which, in turn, allows the Tennessee Titan to SLAM into her, one-hundred and fifty seven pounds of challenger driving into Bloodwind with a full head of steam, certainly CRUSHING whatever fight remained in the Tempe Temptress right out of her. When Dunbar finally steps back, Juliet crumples, first to her knees and then to all fours, her head bowed.
Desiree stoops down, gathering both of Bloodwind’s pigtails into one hand. She then uses them as a leash, guiding a crawling Navajo warrior away from the ropes. Releasing her foe’s tresses, Dunbar then stuffs a brutal kick into Juliet’s ribs which sends the Intercontinental champion flopping to her back. The Tennessee Titan then backpedals into the near ropes, rebounding off the strands and into a small hop...
... but that small hops has MASSIVE repercussions, Dunbar’s belly splashing down across Bloodwind’s, a bug eyed Tempe Temptress folding up across her challenger with a loud gasp.
As Juliet’s broken body settles into a glistening heap, Desiree shifts into a kneeling straddle of the Native American warrior. She then leans down, resting on her elbows--with her massive rack hovering ominously above Juliet’s face. Rather than fully apply her Deep South front sleeper, for the moment Dunbar contents herself with gently paintbrushing Bloodwind’s mug with her gurls. Smiling at the vacant glaze in Juliet’s eyes, Desiree purrs, “Y’know what they’re gonna start callin’ these?” she asks. “Tempe Temptress Title-Takin’ Titties. But not JUST yet...”
Pushing back to her feet, Dunbar claims Juliet’s right wrist, and drags her over to the near corner. Once she has the Tempe Temptress lined up to her satisfaction, Dunbar slips out onto the apron. Navajo Nation holds its collective breath when they see Desireee start to climb toward the top rope. The Tennessee Titan might not be a noted high flyer, but exactly HOW hard is falling off the top turnbuckle for a splash?
The splash itself is not difficult. But the Tempe Temptress proves both resurgent and elusive, Juliet rolling clear of her challenger’s path and leaving nothing for Desiree to splash but canvas! Bloodwind might be clear of danger, at least for the moment, she STILL keeps rolling--under the bottom rope and to the apron. Showing every ache and pain, Juliet starts using the ropes to pull herself up--while Desiree does much the same, without any assistance, one arm swaddling her tummy. Dunbar regains verticality first, her back to the ropes...
... and the moment it takes Desiree to turn is the moment Juliet needs to vault onto the top rope. Springboarding off the rubber coated steel, the Tempe Temptress catches Dunbar across the throat with a devastating clothesline, brunette and redhead both crashing to the deck--one in slightly better shape than the other.
Now Juliet beats Desiree in getting up, the Navajo warrior quickly grabbing Dunbar by the hair and stuffing her head under Bloodwind’s left arm. Grabbing a handful of one-piece at the hip, the Tempe Temptress muscles her challenger into the air--but instead of a vertical suplex, Juliet SLAMS Desiree down on her chest and stomach with a gourdbuster.
(GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJDX1rbwZyQ )
The Tennessee Titan flops over to her back, only now, it’s Bloodwind’s turn to forego a cover. Instead, she hairhauls the redhead off the mat and shoves Dunbar back into the ropes. Bodying in, Juliet snatches a wrist, sets her feet and sends Dunbar on her way with an Irish whip. Marching out to the middle of the ring, the Tempe Temptress drops into a slight crouch to accept her foe... and when she does, even some of her fans are doubtful of what they’re witnessing. But sure enough, Bloodwind catches Desiree and, with a mighty grunt, tosses the curvaceous redhead up onto her shoulders. Snatching Dunbar’s neck with one arm and sliding the other between the Tennessee Titan’s eyes, Navajo Nation is left to pray that Bloodwind can hold her aloft in the fireman’s carry...
... and she does, at least long enough to throw her weight backward and DRIVE Desiree to the canvas with possibly the most breathtaking pop-up Samoan drop of her career!
(POP-UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig )
As fate would have it, the ungainly heap Desiree Dunbar’s voluptuous frame gathers into is happens to be almost perfectly lined up with the near corner. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, the Tempe Temptress springs to her feet, sprinting toward the body of her opponent. Hopping over the Tennessee Titan, Juliet’s boots barely touch the mat before she’s off again, vaulting to the middle turnbuckle... and then climbing to the top. Bloodwind takes only the briefest of moments to settle herself before launching a beautiful moonsault.
Desiree’s attempt at a splash might have been simpler, but it’s Juliet who hits the home run, belly ‘THWWAAAAP’ing down across belly in a near picture perfect Bloodhawk Dive! All that remains is for the Tempe Temptress to hook a leg as the referee slides into position...
But instead, Bloodwind doesn’t cover.
No, the Tempe Temptress kneewalks her way to above Desiree’s lolling noggin. “You jugged me out to take my tag belt,” Bloodwind hisses. “I can’t exactly return the favor to the same degree.”
Juliet slips her calves underneath Desiree’s upper arms, crossing her ankles underneath the challenger’s noggin.
“But I’ve sure as hell got an ass that can ride you all the way to glory,” Juliet concludes, settling into the reverse facesit.
Navajo Nation ERUPTS as Bloodwind bears down, swishing her hips back and forth. The Tempe Temptress’ hands find the most ready surface for support--namely, Dunbar’s rack, the Native American stunner palming and squeezing Desiree’s breasts as she grinds. The voluptuous redhead is instantly sent into fits, legs kicking and arms flailing... but it only last about 20 seconds before all four limbs start to slow...
... and then CEASE moving altogether.
Casting a coy glance over her shoulder, the Tempe Temptress says to the ref, “You mind?”
With a nod, he takes Desiree’s wrist, raising her arm.
It falls ONCE...
TWICE...
THRICE!!!!!!!
And as soon as the back of her hand hits the canvas that third and final time, the official calls for the bell.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims to a euphoric--if not quite fully believing--crowd, “your winner, via knockout... JUULLLIIIEEETTT BLLLOOOOOODDDWWWIIINNNDDD!!!!!”
Victory secured, the Tempe Temptress slips out of the saddle, climbing to her feet as the referee passes her belt back to her. As he lifts her hand, Bloodwind sets a conquering boot atop the rack that had once before taken gold from her. “Lightning doesn’t strike twice, bytch,” Juliet mutters, her own chest heaving with each deep breath.
“I’m not letting this go for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time...”