Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 13, 2014 12:08:53 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the first of two Desert Divas versus Jungle matches. Introducing first, hailing from Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada... She stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at...”
The Announcer stopped, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. He cleared his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
Perhaps the potential presence of talent evaluators from Orlando had made her a little reticent to reveal her weight? Not that she had ANYTHING to be ashamed of in that regard.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concluded, “will you please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!!”
The Desert Dwellers welcomed her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of the backstage entrance. The boos grew that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
... but finally, they parted. And when they did, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strode into the Left Turn. Piper Sexton planted herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sported a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
PIPER SEXTON:
After a few more moments, Sexton started toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brought her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouted, “Dear Gawd, did you all bathe in Axe this morning???”
Sexton then set out on a leisurely stroll around the ring, soaking up the displeasure of the crowd with a smirk and an upward wave of her hands. Eventually, Piper came face to face with a rather stout young man holding a placard which read:
iPIPER SEXTON PROVES THAT IT IS INDEED POSSIBLE TO BOTH SUCK AND BLOW!’
If Piper was offended, she showed it in a most unique fashion--with a mirthless chuckle. “The only thing,” she told him, “I would blow is your mind. Well, IF you had one, that is. And if you weren’t such a disgusting, obese, mouth-breathing virgin.”
Sexton spun away from the served spectator, striding toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The locals were still giving Piper a lotta shyt when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. Coming to us tonight courtesy of the Jungle, she is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
Mallory’s name earned a loud, mostly positive cheer from the Left Turners, not just for her work on the East Coast but because she was opposing the much loathed Teen Tyrant. Slade herself appeared shortly thereafter, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade slammed on the brakes halfway down the truncated aisle just so she didn’t overshoot the squared circle. Whirling in a circle to better take in her new surroundings, she zeroed in on a receptive section of the crowd and asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining as she always did before a match, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy tear her apart. For tonight’s safari she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slinking to the far side of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade backed into the far corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for inspection. She muttered a quiet thanks but never took her eyes off the sneering blonde lurking in the opposite corner.
Piper came out of her corner as soon as the bell CLANGED, the Varsity Mean Girl showing no fear of her eastern opposition. “So am I supposed to be scared of you or something? Because all I see is the chick who got her ass kicked by Veronica Treymane. Lemme tell ya something sweetie, if I’d had that opportunity, she would’ve debuted on the Main Roster with scratches on her back and tears in her eyes.” For all her bold words Sexton had stopped just beyond mid-ring, apparently preferring that Slade come to her.
Aware of the younger woman’s hesitation, Mallory propped her elbows against the top rope and laced her hands across her tummy. “That’s pretty tough talk from a girl who can’t buy her own drinks yet.” Slade said with a smile. “I wonder if they’d still sound as tough if you said them to my face instead of waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over there.”
The crowd chuckled, the sound of which raised a snarl from Piper. “Why don’t you bring your scrawny little ass out here and we’ll see who shuts up, bytch.” She raised a crooked finger and beckoned the Aussie import forward, daring her to cross an invisible line.
Slade’s smile hardened and her eyes narrowed. “I’m not in the habit of disciplining unruly children without their parent’s permission… but in the case of a pampered, entitled little GIRL like you, I could make an excep--”
Sexton had enough and charged the corner, her right hand locked and loaded for a Haymaker aimed at the brunette’s chin. Mal let her swing, but ducked with plenty of time to spare and Piper’s momentum meant she hit the buckles back first.
CRAAACK! Slade’s hand flicked out viper quick and tagged Sexton’s cheek with a Bytch Slap that swivelled her head. Suppressing her natural urge to talk smack, the Tallong Tigress hopped onto the middle rope to Piper’s left, then sprang off and THWAPPED her right foot into the blonde’s chest with a snappy little kick.
Piper grunted, sagged backward against the buckles, then writhed like a live wire when Slade mounted the second rope and treated her to a faceful of tummy. “GET OFFA ME, BYTCH!” Sexton demanded, her hands slapping ineffectually at the other woman’s encroaching abdominals. “I MEAN IT, SLADE! YOU’RE MAKING A BIG ERRGGGHHH NNNGGH!”
Mallory plunged a hand into Piper’s golden tousle, cranked her head back at a sharp angle and unleashed a barrage of short punches onto her defenceless forehead. Always eager to lend their voices, especially when it came to the comeuppance of the Teen Tyrant, the Albuquerque regulars counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Instead of delivering her last punch, Slade buried both hands in Piper’s hair and jerked her into a nose to navel tummy scrub that earned a rousing ‘TIME TO HUNT!’ chant from those assembled. Still not quite finished, Mal dropped down from her perch, reared back and SLAPPED Sexton’s face, then palmed the scruff of her neck and stepped aside to send her stumbling away from the corner. Staggering like a drunk, the blonde battler lost her balance near centre ring and went down on one knee, much to the fan’s delight.
Piper however was anything but delighted and there was murder in her eyes when she scrambled to boot-leather a moment later. “You’re gonna pay for that, Uggo.” she promised the smiling Aussie. “Everything that was coming to Dawson, you’re getting double.”
Mal put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side, her body language radiating utter confidence. “So what does that mean exactly, Prom Queen? You gonna kiss both my cheeks instead of just one?”
Derisive laughter was a sound Piper Sexton usually enjoyed a great deal. Tonight however it was focused on her and she found it far less pleasant. Teeth bared, she growled, “That’s it!” and charged the brunette with talons ready to slash and rend. An intimidating sight for most, but keep in mind Mallory Slade had been dealing with wild animals since she was a child and many of them had been angrier and more dangerous than Piper Sexton.
Thusly she stepped forward, dropped low and thrust her hands against the blonde’s upper thighs when she was less than a foot away. Startled by any move that didn’t involve defensive measures for her foe’s face, Piper instinctually reached for Mallory’s shoulders, which gave the Jungle lass that much more leverage when she straightened up and launched the blonde skyward. It wasn’t the highest Flapjack you’d ever see, indeed Sexton would’ve almost certainly landed on her feet if Slade had granted her the opportunity. Unfortunately she did nothing of the sort. In fact Piper was only starting her descent when Mal took leave of the canvas, leaaaaaaaaned way back and THWHAPPED both heels into Piper’s chest. The point-blank Dropkick knocked Sexton onto her back in a breathless sprawl from which she did not stir until Slade slid across her chest and hooked the far leg. Then she fought and bucked like one of Mal’s wild friends, fighting to escape the snare before…
FLAPJACK TO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD1oJKw9p5w
ONE…
TWO…
Piper shoved her clear at ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the older woman couldn’t try a quick follow-up. Frustrated by the way this scrawny punk was showing off against her, Sexton started to voice a complaint to the referee only let out a startled little shriek when Slade stepped over her shoulders from behind to secure a different sort of Standing Headscissors.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Piper’s words were a bit slurred as she chin was pressed tight against her own sternum. “You can’t treat me like this, Slade! No one embarrasses me and HEY! WHOOAHH STOPPERRGGGHHHH!”
Mal hadn’t heeded any of Sexton’s earlier warnings and she didn’t start now. What she did do was angle her feet under the seated woman’s knees, then twist to the left lay out on her stomach. This in turn rolled Piper onto the back of her head and shoulders with her legs thrown overhead in a rough Matchbook maintained by Slade’s ankles, which were hooked over the blonde’s calves. To make things worse, the Tallong Tigress reached back, took hold of Sexton’s wrists and wrenched her arms forward.
SLADELOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b4MzueBmic
Simultaneously folded and stretched by the Sladelock, Piper shouted ‘no!’ over and over both to satisfy the official and deny the presence of Mal’s thighs, which were constantly pulsing around her ears. “Got you stretched out like a rug, baby!” Slade taunted after she’d worked the hold for a good ten seconds. “You ready to tap out now or do you wanna keep showing your pert little ass to these nice people?” She streeeeeeetched her legs a little wider, which forced Sexton’s to do the same, all while making her buns jiggle that much harder.
“Ooooooh bytch stick, you’re so dead and you don’t even know it.” Piper threatened between moans and snarls. “You will though. Soon as I get outta here, you’ll realize you made the biggest mistake of your life by fucking with GGGRRAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!”
Mallory pulled on her wrists that much harder, adding a shoulder-straining rowing motion to the already painful predicament. “I don’t know why you’re so mad, princess.” Slade chided. “This move shows off all your best features. You don’t really think anyone in this crowd paid good money thinking that you could wrestleEERRGGGGGHHH!”
Piper tore her wrists free Mallory’s grasp and honed in on the brunette’s waistband as if guided by radar. A single violent, protracted tug forced Slade to break the hold and allowed the Teen Tyrant to operate under her own power for the first time in what seemed like forever. Though she desperately wanted to make the other woman pay for the humiliating drubbing she’d endured, Piper wasn’t so arrogant as to ignore the need for a breather, so she quickly rolled under the bottom rope with the promise that Slade would suffer just as soon as she’d taken a mini-vacation on the floor.
Mallory meanwhile had pushed to one knee and gingerly adjusted her distended togs in the wake of Piper’s inelegant escape. A quick scan of her surroundings confirmed that the mouthy American had bailed under the bottom rope and while Slade knew the inherent dangers of chasing a wounded predator, she had no intention of letting the slag tug her trunks without a bit of reprisal. So she got up, made for the ropes and slipped out onto the apron before Sexton could tell the ref to keep her at bay.
“You just stay right where you are!” Piper pointed a commanding finger at the other woman and backed up until they were almost at opposite ends of the apron. “Otherwise I will not be held accountable for whatever happens when you invade my personal space.”
Mallory smirked. “Seems every time that happens you end up with a few new welts and the crowd cheers that much louder. Now tell me, Pippi. Are you going to defend yourself like a woman or are you going to cower behind the referee like a frightened schoolgirl?”
Sexton took a few steps forward. “I don’t have to listen to this from the likes of you! I’m the best wrestler under the age of twenty in this miserable state and I’ll--” She charged Slade flat out and whipped her left arm at the brunette’s shins, meaning to sweep her off the apron. Charlie Dawson might’ve fallen for the ruse, Mallory Slade did not.
Springing nimbly over the low-flying Clothesline, the Aussie import wheeled around on the apron and taunted, “That all you got. girlie? Swear, you must be in the remedial classes at wrestling school!”
Piper came at her again and this time Mal didn’t jump, she flicked out her left leg and caught Sexton square in the chest with a Soccer Kick. Knocked askance by the blow, Piper bounced hip-first into the steel barricade, then pushed off and THWUNK! Mal charged, dove off the apron and drilled her right knee into the side of the younger woman’s head. The Teen Tyrant spun in a wobbly lurch and went down hard on her hip and shoulder, gazing blankly at the shoes and shins of the folks in the front row.
DIVING KNEE STRIKE FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwLtZ4e3kMc
Finally pausing to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd, Mallory pumped a fist in thanks, then cocked an ear to catch up on the ref’s count. ‘TWELVE!’ “Sounds about right. Guess it’s time we took this thing back inside. Your parents would kill me if I kept you out late on a school night.”
Piper didn’t respond, so Slade dragged her up with a double handful of hair, then moved one hand south to snag hold of those skirted bottoms. Spinning in a broad circle she slung the blonde under the-- Sexton stuffed both hands against the edge of the apron, then cocked her left elbow and jammed it into the pit of Mallory’s stomach. Slade ‘guuuhhed’ but didn’t back off, so Piper elbowed her again, then wrapped an arm around the back of her head and pressed her face to apron. Pressing down as hard as she could, Sexton stomped to the nearest ringpost, every step an abrasive torment for the brunette.
When she could go no farther Piper released the Headlock, palmed the back of Mallory’s head in both hands and BWUUUNKED her forehead first against the unforgiving steel. Time was growing short now, so the Varsity Mean Girl stuffed her prey under the bottom rope and slid in alongside. “Told’ja you were gonna pay.” Piper put a knee on the back of Slade’s neck, helped herself to a whole lotta hair and pulled up in a very simple, very painful stretch. “But you didn’t believe me, did you? Nooo, you just kept running your mouth and treating me like I was some AV Club loser. Well bytch, it’s time to make you sorry.”
Jerking the wounded Tigress to her feet, Sexton cupped the back of her head in both hands and doubled her over so she could thum-thum-thum-THUMP a butt-churning series of Kneelifts into her rival’s chest, belly and forehead. “Ohhh, what’s the matter, legs giving out already?” Piper cooed when Mal crumpled to one knee. “Here, I know something that’ll keep your saggy ass upright.”
Another hard pull got Slade vertical again, whereupon the Varsity Mean Girl backed her all the way to the edge and slung her arms over the top rope. Piper turned her right shoulder toward the brunette and set like she was going unleash a straight jab but instead she drilled the bottom edge of that hand deep into the hollow of Slade’s right shoulder with a crisp Chop. Mal shouted, started to pull forward off the strands and *that’s* when Piper jabbed her, the arrogant blonde shifting from Lee to Ali to keep her opponent right where she wanted.
“Don’t you move, kitty.” Sexton snarked right after delivering another Chop / Jab combo. “I’m trying my best to cover all those old blotches with new bruises!”
A total of six more shots followed (three chops and jabs apiece) before the ref moved in and said, “All right, that’s enough chop socky crap, Piper! Get her off the ropes and keep wrestling!”
“You better watch your mouth, stripes!” Sexton barked at him. “Or I’ll have ‘To Catch a Predator’ so fast it’ll make your head spin!”
“What? But I didn’t--”
Piper spun away mid-stammer and ran the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Mal was still hanging sullen and cranky in the strands when Sexton hopped up and THWAPPED a Front Dropkick into her jaw. Knocked off her feet by the blow, Slade would’ve come down ok if a quick-recovering Piper hadn’t caught her behind the knees and dumped her over the ropes to the floor.
ROPE HUNG FRONT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=82oxfGgR1Zs
“YEAH! YOU LOSERS SEE THAT?” Sexton crowed after taking a moment to observe the smoldering wreckage of her opposition. “IF THIS’D BEEN A BATTLE ROYALE THAT BYTCH WOULD BE TOTES ELIMINATED!”
The Albuquerque faithful replied with unanimous boos, so Piper waved off their lack of taste and slipped out onto the floor to continue reeducating this piece of Australian trash. “C’mon sweetie, get your ass up.” Piper nudged Mal in the ribs with the toe of one boot and kept at it when she didn’t get a response she liked. “Seriously, you’re going to tell me you’re already past your prime at this age are you? Guess it shouldn’t surprise me. Your skin looks like a leather couch left out in the ERRGGGHH!”
Mallory snatched hold of the blonde’s ankle and slowly got to her feet, forcing the Sexton to hop on her plant foot. “Little girls shouldn’t play games they don’t understand.” she threatened. “Not unless they’re ready to accept the consequenNNNGGGHH!”
In an uncharacteristic show of action before words, Piper leapt, twisted and THWHACKED her free foot against the side of Slade’s noggin in a perfect Enzugiri. Mal didn’t go down but she did collapse gut-first against the apron, a position she still occupied when Sexton stalked up and slammed a Kneelift across the small of her back. Snatching hold of the brunette’s hair, the Teen Tyrant put her lips to Mallory’s ear and murmured, “And old women should gracefully step aside when the game has passed them by. If they don’t…” She took two giant steps across the narrow aisle and yanked Slade into a BWAAAANGING, spine-first impact with the steel barricade.
Mal’s back arched and her hands flew up to clutch at the air, neither of which did her a damned bit of good when Piper sidled in off her left side. Looping her right arm across the Aussie’s lower back while the left braced the pits of Slade’s knees, Sexton muscled her up onto the point of her shoulder, backed up ‘til she was pressed against the guardrail, then let loose, leaving Mallory to endure another nasty BWAAANG!
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON THE BARRICADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UzKhkR14_A
Thoroughly pleased with the way she’d put the mouthy tourist in her place thus far, Piper Sexton clapped some invisible dust off her hands, then snatched Slade by togs and tresses and scraped her off the floor. “I think we’ve established that old ladies shouldn’t play around outside.” she smirked. “So let’s get you back inside and finished off before it’s time for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.”
This little bon mot got nothing but silence from Slade and jeers from the ringside fans, so Piper huffed and swung around in a circle to make sure she had enough momentum to sling her brunette under the bottom rope. Sexton was about to slide in after her, but drew back when she realized that Mal was splayed parallel to the ropes. Deciding to bust out something she’d been working on, the Teen Tyrant climbed onto the apron and grasped the top rope in both hands. Glancing over one shoulder, she bent her knees and waggled her hips, which raised catcalls from the crowd and a sneer from the blonde.
“Yeah right. Like any of you sweaty, inarticulate slobs could keep up with me! It’s patheti-sad, totes.” With that she launched herself over the strands and into a sharp little somersault that brought her THWHUMPING down shoulders-first across Slade’s chest. Tumbling out of the Senton with an ease that belied her ingénue status, Sexton scrambled back to the gasping battler and hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle. Shortly thereafter the ref swept in and counted off…
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4ILrK9gzWs
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory reached out and grabbed the bottom rope with a full second to spare. ‘ROOKIE MISTAKE, PIPER’ called some drunken idiot in the first few rows. ‘AREN’T YOU DOIN’ YOUR HOMEWORK?’
“Yeah, and I could do yours too you G.E.D washout!” she snapped right back. Piper glared down at Mallory. “And as for you, you’re going to pay for trying to embarrass mEOOFFHH!”
Slade sat up and shoved Sexton onto her rump, earning another cheer from the crowd in the process. “Be a lot harder to embarrass you if weren’t new meat acting like she knows every GUUURRRHHHKK!”
Piper bulled into the Aussie import, crowding her into the ropes. In the next instant she straddled Slade’s waist, then grabbed her head in both hands and forced it through the gap between the top and middle strands. Shifting her grip ever so slightly, she nocked Mal’s throat against the second rope from the outside and puuuuuulllled forward, throttling her mercilessly.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” she bellowed into the older woman’s reddening features. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE MAKING STUPID MISTAKES TONIGHT, HAG!”
Slade could only flail and claw at her shoulders, so Sexton turned her face to the side and kept right on throttling until the ref was practically shouting in her ear. “I CAN HEAR YOU JUST FINE, LOSER!” Piper shrieked so ferociously it dropped the zebra on his butt. “I DECIDE WHEN THIS BYTCH IS DONE SUFFERING, NOT YOU!”
In spite of all the yelling the two of them must’ve settled in a similar stopping point because Sexton let loose of the Stranglehold and pulled a gasping, retching Slade back to her feet. Hauling the brunette to her feet with a few savage jerks, Piper slapped on a Front Facelock and marched to the centre of the ring. Once the ropes were no longer an issue she tossed Mal’s near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a big handful of tiger-striped bottoms. A single hard yank hoisted Slade all the way to high noon and kept her there just long enough for the crowd to wonder what Sexton had in mind. Then she dropped Mallory back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Tigress’s tummy with something she called the ‘Gag Me Gutbuster’.
'GAG ME' GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcfxPPFRPSo
Slade bounced up from the collision and instinctively turned her back on the blonde, which turned out to be a very bad idea because Piper caught her in a Waistlock without missing a beat. Soon as her hands were knotted into Slade’s belly Sexton popped her hips to take her foe, up, over and DOWN with a beautifully sharp bridge that planted Mal on the back of her head and shoulders. Still holding on tight, the blonde pushed onto her toes and bounced in time with the…
GERMAN SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PbpkdyZOC4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Mallory shot a shoulder up and turned onto her belly, saving herself from defeat in the desert by the slimmest of margins. Piper leaned back on her haunches and held up three incredulous fingers to the ref, who dared reply with only two. “Are you fucking KIDDING me? That had to be a goddamned eight count!”
The ref shook his head and stood up. “It was almost three, Piper. You want the three? Keep on her.” Sexton most certainly did want the three and she sure as hell didn’t need a piece of garbage in cheap stripes to tell her how to get what was rightfully hers. Dismissing him with a flat palm, she twined a claw in the brunette’s hair and hauled her to a rubbery semi-verticality. Snuggled in on Mallory’s six, Sexton dipped her head under the brunette’s right arm and hooked her left arm around Slade’s neck.
“THIS BYTCH ISN’T EVEN GOOD ENOUGH TO SHARE A RING WITH ME!” she snarled to the booing masses. “AND SHE SURE AS HELL CAN’T SIT WITH ME!”
Ready to send the Tigress back east with boot-treads on her butt and several new knots on her head, Piper reached down, slipped her right arm through Slade’s thighs and pulled up, hooking her right leg in an awkward cradle. If she’d locked her hands it would’ve been all over, but Sexton’s fingers were several inches apart when Mallory jerked her trapped knee up and smacked it into the blonde’s forehead.
Stunned by the blow, Piper dropped the other woman’s gam and started smacking at her hips because the Aussie snagged her in a tight Headlock. Bearing down on the Teen Tyrant’s noggin, Slade charged halfway across the ring and took to the skies. Rather than land on her butt, Mal came down on one knee, all the better to THWONK the bony joint between her opponent’s eyes. Sexton rocked back on her heels, timbered hard and flopped through onto her stomach before pushing to all fours.
Several feet away, Mallory stood up and raised both hands in a wide ‘Y’ shape. “HEY ALBUQUERQUE, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
Already on their feet after the visitor’s reversal, the Desert Dwellers roared, ‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’
“The fuck it is.” Piper hissed as she got to her feet. “This is MY house. MY ring! And you belong under MY ass.”
Mallory leaned forward and extended one arm, beckoning the younger woman forward. “You want a scratching post? Come and get it, Pipsqueak.”
Sexton bared her teeth and charged flat out, resembling nothing more than the wild beasts Slade made her bones taming. Ready to add another dangerous pelt to her list, Slade raced at the blonde and raised her hands like she was going for a Lock-up. But at the last second she went low and THWHUNKED the ball of her left shoulder into the meat of Sexton’s left thigh, just above the knee.
SLADEHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnhIjwIMpq0
Knocked ass over teakettle by the modified Chopblock Mal called the Sladehammer, hard on one side and immediately curled up, clutching at her clipped leg. She was still there when the Tigress stalked over and buried both hands in her hair. “C’mon girlie.” she cooed in the midst of hauling the hobbled blonde to her feet. “This is your house. Defend it.”
Piper tried to shove her away but the Aussie jabbed at her injured thigh again and she collapsed into Slade’s grasp to stay upright. Good in the short-term, bad long-term, because Mallory slipped an arm between her legs and the other over her shoulder. Grasping a handful of glutes and halter top, she muscled Sexton into place across her chest, then hupped her up a little bit higher. With her chin digging into Piper’s ribs, Slade pushed onto her toes and dropped onto her back, drawing both knees up as she did so. This adjustment made sure Sexton THUMPED tummy-first onto the posted joints, Mallory’s vicious Stomach Pump a suitable reprisal for the Gutbuster she’d endured previously.
The mean-spirited rookie bounced off those bony daggers and managed to stay upright, though that might have been a tad generous as she was doubled over and clutching at her ribs. She was trying to decide if everything was gonna stay down when Mallory got up and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “You’re pretty wicked, even by brat standards, pipsqueak. And even if you let me sit with you, I don’t think I’d want to. Sit ON you however, that could be arranged.” Piper only groaned and swatted at the Aussie’s thighs, a bit of token resistance Slade ended when she slipped her arms under the blonde’s biceps and jerked them up into an uncomfortable Double Underhook.
“YOU’VE BEEN GREAT, ALBUQUERQUE!” Mallory called to the crowd. “AND AS MY THANKS TO YOU I’M LEAVING BEHIND ONE FLATTENED MEAN GIRL!”
The Desert Diva regulars had been waiting a long time for someone, anyone, to present them with such a gift, so they cheered quite loudly when Slade dipped her knees and hoisted the younger woman up onto the point of her left shoulder. Bent into a painful arch by what was essentially a modified Canadian Backbreaker, Piper shook her head and kicked her feet, neither to any great effect. “LET GO OF ME!” she yowled. “YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! THIS IS MY RING! MY FANS! MY WHOOOOAAAAHHHHH!”
Mallory started to spin, a slow whirl that reached a near blur before she ‘hupped’ Sexton off her shoulder and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM the Varsity Mean Girl down onto her face, chest and belly with the ridiculously elevated Double Underhook Facebuster she called the Gobstopper. Piper bounced hard, but not enough to roll onto her back, so Mallory used a Half Nelson to shovel the blonde over.
GOBSTOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie1ttPnEtqw
“Normally I wouldn’t do this on a first visit, but something tells me they won’t mind.” Leaning forward, she stuffed her hands into Piper’s tummy and kicked her legs apart into a wide ‘V’. Feet braced firmly against the canvas, she slid over Sexton’s mug and settled down. It wasn’t quite a Face Sit as Piper could breathe just fine, but Mallory’s tush was most certainly on her throat and Piper’s chin was wedged into the lowermost curve of her attacker’s glutes. Keeping one hand on Sexton’s tummy, Mal raised the other high overhead and joined the crowd and referee in tolling…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Tigress of Tallong raised her other hand, turning the count into a jaunty double bicep flex that lasted through the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
This wasn’t greeted with universal approval, as she was from the Jungle, but most of the Desert Dwellers were do delighted to see Piper Sexton looking at the lights that they couldn’t stay mad for very long. As for Mallory, she didn’t mind at all. She’d been booed before and she’d be booed again, so she focused on the cheers, which were pretty much overwhelming. Clear of the defeated blonde, she strolled a few laps, then made her way to the ropes facing the hard camera.
Posting up on the middle strand, she pointed to the camera and said, “I know there’s a lot more great wrestlers back there and they probably don’t like what I just did. Well anytime you’re looking for satisfaction feel free to look me up in the Jungle. Or you can run your mouth loud enough and I’ll find you here. Isn’t that right, Piper?” Piper, who was being tended to by the official, offered no comment, so Mal winked and added, “What she said.” Then she climbed down, slipped through the ropes and made a circuit of the ringside before strutting back up the ramp.
The Announcer stopped, performing a double-take as he consulted his index cards. Sure enough, he’d read it right. He cleared his throat before continuing...
“... at none of your futhermocking business...”
Perhaps the potential presence of talent evaluators from Orlando had made her a little reticent to reveal her weight? Not that she had ANYTHING to be ashamed of in that regard.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer concluded, “will you please welcome... PIIIPPPEEERRR SEEEXXXTTTOOONNN!!!!!”
The Desert Dwellers welcomed her, alright... if by welcome, you mean showering jeers and tossing a few plastic cups in the direction of the backstage entrance. The boos grew that much louder as seconds ticked by, and the curtain didn’t so much as flutter in the breeze...
... but finally, they parted. And when they did, a certified drop dead gorgeous young woman strode into the Left Turn. Piper Sexton planted herself just in front of the entrance, feet parted and arms folded across her chest. The young blonde sported a baby blue, belly-baring halter with matching bottoms underneath a decidedly immodest black skirt. White pads and boots--and a nearly perpetual sneer--completed the ensemble.
PIPER SEXTON:
After a few more moments, Sexton started toward the ring, rebuking any fans that tried to reach out and touch her with an upturned nose and an upturned palm. Stopping right where the aisle met ringside, Piper brought her left hand to her face. Pinching her nostrils shut, a disgusted Sexton shouted, “Dear Gawd, did you all bathe in Axe this morning???”
Sexton then set out on a leisurely stroll around the ring, soaking up the displeasure of the crowd with a smirk and an upward wave of her hands. Eventually, Piper came face to face with a rather stout young man holding a placard which read:
iPIPER SEXTON PROVES THAT IT IS INDEED POSSIBLE TO BOTH SUCK AND BLOW!’
If Piper was offended, she showed it in a most unique fashion--with a mirthless chuckle. “The only thing,” she told him, “I would blow is your mind. Well, IF you had one, that is. And if you weren’t such a disgusting, obese, mouth-breathing virgin.”
Sexton spun away from the served spectator, striding toward the ring with a pointed swish of her hips. Climbing onto the apron, the blonde slipped through the ropes and hopped to a seat atop the nearest turnbuckle, crossing her legs and again folding her arms across her chest.
The locals were still giving Piper a lotta shyt when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. Coming to us tonight courtesy of the Jungle, she is the Tigress, MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
Mallory’s name earned a loud, mostly positive cheer from the Left Turners, not just for her work on the East Coast but because she was opposing the much loathed Teen Tyrant. Slade herself appeared shortly thereafter, the tawny brunette stunner bursting through the curtain. Already moving at a dead run, Slade slammed on the brakes halfway down the truncated aisle just so she didn’t overshoot the squared circle. Whirling in a circle to better take in her new surroundings, she zeroed in on a receptive section of the crowd and asked, “WHAT TIME IS IT, PEOPLE?”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they roared back.
Redlining as she always did before a match, Slade blazed into motion as soon as the call was answered, lest her own kinetic energy tear her apart. For tonight’s safari she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slinking to the far side of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked to the other end. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that brought in several more new fans. Offering old and new a final pumped fist, Slade backed into the far corner and offered her wrists and ankles to the ref when he approached for inspection. She muttered a quiet thanks but never took her eyes off the sneering blonde lurking in the opposite corner.
Piper came out of her corner as soon as the bell CLANGED, the Varsity Mean Girl showing no fear of her eastern opposition. “So am I supposed to be scared of you or something? Because all I see is the chick who got her ass kicked by Veronica Treymane. Lemme tell ya something sweetie, if I’d had that opportunity, she would’ve debuted on the Main Roster with scratches on her back and tears in her eyes.” For all her bold words Sexton had stopped just beyond mid-ring, apparently preferring that Slade come to her.
Aware of the younger woman’s hesitation, Mallory propped her elbows against the top rope and laced her hands across her tummy. “That’s pretty tough talk from a girl who can’t buy her own drinks yet.” Slade said with a smile. “I wonder if they’d still sound as tough if you said them to my face instead of waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over there.”
The crowd chuckled, the sound of which raised a snarl from Piper. “Why don’t you bring your scrawny little ass out here and we’ll see who shuts up, bytch.” She raised a crooked finger and beckoned the Aussie import forward, daring her to cross an invisible line.
Slade’s smile hardened and her eyes narrowed. “I’m not in the habit of disciplining unruly children without their parent’s permission… but in the case of a pampered, entitled little GIRL like you, I could make an excep--”
Sexton had enough and charged the corner, her right hand locked and loaded for a Haymaker aimed at the brunette’s chin. Mal let her swing, but ducked with plenty of time to spare and Piper’s momentum meant she hit the buckles back first.
CRAAACK! Slade’s hand flicked out viper quick and tagged Sexton’s cheek with a Bytch Slap that swivelled her head. Suppressing her natural urge to talk smack, the Tallong Tigress hopped onto the middle rope to Piper’s left, then sprang off and THWAPPED her right foot into the blonde’s chest with a snappy little kick.
Piper grunted, sagged backward against the buckles, then writhed like a live wire when Slade mounted the second rope and treated her to a faceful of tummy. “GET OFFA ME, BYTCH!” Sexton demanded, her hands slapping ineffectually at the other woman’s encroaching abdominals. “I MEAN IT, SLADE! YOU’RE MAKING A BIG ERRGGGHHH NNNGGH!”
Mallory plunged a hand into Piper’s golden tousle, cranked her head back at a sharp angle and unleashed a barrage of short punches onto her defenceless forehead. Always eager to lend their voices, especially when it came to the comeuppance of the Teen Tyrant, the Albuquerque regulars counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’
Instead of delivering her last punch, Slade buried both hands in Piper’s hair and jerked her into a nose to navel tummy scrub that earned a rousing ‘TIME TO HUNT!’ chant from those assembled. Still not quite finished, Mal dropped down from her perch, reared back and SLAPPED Sexton’s face, then palmed the scruff of her neck and stepped aside to send her stumbling away from the corner. Staggering like a drunk, the blonde battler lost her balance near centre ring and went down on one knee, much to the fan’s delight.
Piper however was anything but delighted and there was murder in her eyes when she scrambled to boot-leather a moment later. “You’re gonna pay for that, Uggo.” she promised the smiling Aussie. “Everything that was coming to Dawson, you’re getting double.”
Mal put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side, her body language radiating utter confidence. “So what does that mean exactly, Prom Queen? You gonna kiss both my cheeks instead of just one?”
Derisive laughter was a sound Piper Sexton usually enjoyed a great deal. Tonight however it was focused on her and she found it far less pleasant. Teeth bared, she growled, “That’s it!” and charged the brunette with talons ready to slash and rend. An intimidating sight for most, but keep in mind Mallory Slade had been dealing with wild animals since she was a child and many of them had been angrier and more dangerous than Piper Sexton.
Thusly she stepped forward, dropped low and thrust her hands against the blonde’s upper thighs when she was less than a foot away. Startled by any move that didn’t involve defensive measures for her foe’s face, Piper instinctually reached for Mallory’s shoulders, which gave the Jungle lass that much more leverage when she straightened up and launched the blonde skyward. It wasn’t the highest Flapjack you’d ever see, indeed Sexton would’ve almost certainly landed on her feet if Slade had granted her the opportunity. Unfortunately she did nothing of the sort. In fact Piper was only starting her descent when Mal took leave of the canvas, leaaaaaaaaned way back and THWHAPPED both heels into Piper’s chest. The point-blank Dropkick knocked Sexton onto her back in a breathless sprawl from which she did not stir until Slade slid across her chest and hooked the far leg. Then she fought and bucked like one of Mal’s wild friends, fighting to escape the snare before…
FLAPJACK TO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XD1oJKw9p5w
ONE…
TWO…
Piper shoved her clear at ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the older woman couldn’t try a quick follow-up. Frustrated by the way this scrawny punk was showing off against her, Sexton started to voice a complaint to the referee only let out a startled little shriek when Slade stepped over her shoulders from behind to secure a different sort of Standing Headscissors.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Piper’s words were a bit slurred as she chin was pressed tight against her own sternum. “You can’t treat me like this, Slade! No one embarrasses me and HEY! WHOOAHH STOPPERRGGGHHHH!”
Mal hadn’t heeded any of Sexton’s earlier warnings and she didn’t start now. What she did do was angle her feet under the seated woman’s knees, then twist to the left lay out on her stomach. This in turn rolled Piper onto the back of her head and shoulders with her legs thrown overhead in a rough Matchbook maintained by Slade’s ankles, which were hooked over the blonde’s calves. To make things worse, the Tallong Tigress reached back, took hold of Sexton’s wrists and wrenched her arms forward.
SLADELOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7b4MzueBmic
Simultaneously folded and stretched by the Sladelock, Piper shouted ‘no!’ over and over both to satisfy the official and deny the presence of Mal’s thighs, which were constantly pulsing around her ears. “Got you stretched out like a rug, baby!” Slade taunted after she’d worked the hold for a good ten seconds. “You ready to tap out now or do you wanna keep showing your pert little ass to these nice people?” She streeeeeeetched her legs a little wider, which forced Sexton’s to do the same, all while making her buns jiggle that much harder.
“Ooooooh bytch stick, you’re so dead and you don’t even know it.” Piper threatened between moans and snarls. “You will though. Soon as I get outta here, you’ll realize you made the biggest mistake of your life by fucking with GGGRRAAAAHHHH DAMMIT!”
Mallory pulled on her wrists that much harder, adding a shoulder-straining rowing motion to the already painful predicament. “I don’t know why you’re so mad, princess.” Slade chided. “This move shows off all your best features. You don’t really think anyone in this crowd paid good money thinking that you could wrestleEERRGGGGGHHH!”
Piper tore her wrists free Mallory’s grasp and honed in on the brunette’s waistband as if guided by radar. A single violent, protracted tug forced Slade to break the hold and allowed the Teen Tyrant to operate under her own power for the first time in what seemed like forever. Though she desperately wanted to make the other woman pay for the humiliating drubbing she’d endured, Piper wasn’t so arrogant as to ignore the need for a breather, so she quickly rolled under the bottom rope with the promise that Slade would suffer just as soon as she’d taken a mini-vacation on the floor.
Mallory meanwhile had pushed to one knee and gingerly adjusted her distended togs in the wake of Piper’s inelegant escape. A quick scan of her surroundings confirmed that the mouthy American had bailed under the bottom rope and while Slade knew the inherent dangers of chasing a wounded predator, she had no intention of letting the slag tug her trunks without a bit of reprisal. So she got up, made for the ropes and slipped out onto the apron before Sexton could tell the ref to keep her at bay.
“You just stay right where you are!” Piper pointed a commanding finger at the other woman and backed up until they were almost at opposite ends of the apron. “Otherwise I will not be held accountable for whatever happens when you invade my personal space.”
Mallory smirked. “Seems every time that happens you end up with a few new welts and the crowd cheers that much louder. Now tell me, Pippi. Are you going to defend yourself like a woman or are you going to cower behind the referee like a frightened schoolgirl?”
Sexton took a few steps forward. “I don’t have to listen to this from the likes of you! I’m the best wrestler under the age of twenty in this miserable state and I’ll--” She charged Slade flat out and whipped her left arm at the brunette’s shins, meaning to sweep her off the apron. Charlie Dawson might’ve fallen for the ruse, Mallory Slade did not.
Springing nimbly over the low-flying Clothesline, the Aussie import wheeled around on the apron and taunted, “That all you got. girlie? Swear, you must be in the remedial classes at wrestling school!”
Piper came at her again and this time Mal didn’t jump, she flicked out her left leg and caught Sexton square in the chest with a Soccer Kick. Knocked askance by the blow, Piper bounced hip-first into the steel barricade, then pushed off and THWUNK! Mal charged, dove off the apron and drilled her right knee into the side of the younger woman’s head. The Teen Tyrant spun in a wobbly lurch and went down hard on her hip and shoulder, gazing blankly at the shoes and shins of the folks in the front row.
DIVING KNEE STRIKE FROM THE APRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwLtZ4e3kMc
Finally pausing to acknowledge the cheers of the crowd, Mallory pumped a fist in thanks, then cocked an ear to catch up on the ref’s count. ‘TWELVE!’ “Sounds about right. Guess it’s time we took this thing back inside. Your parents would kill me if I kept you out late on a school night.”
Piper didn’t respond, so Slade dragged her up with a double handful of hair, then moved one hand south to snag hold of those skirted bottoms. Spinning in a broad circle she slung the blonde under the-- Sexton stuffed both hands against the edge of the apron, then cocked her left elbow and jammed it into the pit of Mallory’s stomach. Slade ‘guuuhhed’ but didn’t back off, so Piper elbowed her again, then wrapped an arm around the back of her head and pressed her face to apron. Pressing down as hard as she could, Sexton stomped to the nearest ringpost, every step an abrasive torment for the brunette.
When she could go no farther Piper released the Headlock, palmed the back of Mallory’s head in both hands and BWUUUNKED her forehead first against the unforgiving steel. Time was growing short now, so the Varsity Mean Girl stuffed her prey under the bottom rope and slid in alongside. “Told’ja you were gonna pay.” Piper put a knee on the back of Slade’s neck, helped herself to a whole lotta hair and pulled up in a very simple, very painful stretch. “But you didn’t believe me, did you? Nooo, you just kept running your mouth and treating me like I was some AV Club loser. Well bytch, it’s time to make you sorry.”
Jerking the wounded Tigress to her feet, Sexton cupped the back of her head in both hands and doubled her over so she could thum-thum-thum-THUMP a butt-churning series of Kneelifts into her rival’s chest, belly and forehead. “Ohhh, what’s the matter, legs giving out already?” Piper cooed when Mal crumpled to one knee. “Here, I know something that’ll keep your saggy ass upright.”
Another hard pull got Slade vertical again, whereupon the Varsity Mean Girl backed her all the way to the edge and slung her arms over the top rope. Piper turned her right shoulder toward the brunette and set like she was going unleash a straight jab but instead she drilled the bottom edge of that hand deep into the hollow of Slade’s right shoulder with a crisp Chop. Mal shouted, started to pull forward off the strands and *that’s* when Piper jabbed her, the arrogant blonde shifting from Lee to Ali to keep her opponent right where she wanted.
“Don’t you move, kitty.” Sexton snarked right after delivering another Chop / Jab combo. “I’m trying my best to cover all those old blotches with new bruises!”
A total of six more shots followed (three chops and jabs apiece) before the ref moved in and said, “All right, that’s enough chop socky crap, Piper! Get her off the ropes and keep wrestling!”
“You better watch your mouth, stripes!” Sexton barked at him. “Or I’ll have ‘To Catch a Predator’ so fast it’ll make your head spin!”
“What? But I didn’t--”
Piper spun away mid-stammer and ran the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Mal was still hanging sullen and cranky in the strands when Sexton hopped up and THWAPPED a Front Dropkick into her jaw. Knocked off her feet by the blow, Slade would’ve come down ok if a quick-recovering Piper hadn’t caught her behind the knees and dumped her over the ropes to the floor.
ROPE HUNG FRONT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=82oxfGgR1Zs
“YEAH! YOU LOSERS SEE THAT?” Sexton crowed after taking a moment to observe the smoldering wreckage of her opposition. “IF THIS’D BEEN A BATTLE ROYALE THAT BYTCH WOULD BE TOTES ELIMINATED!”
The Albuquerque faithful replied with unanimous boos, so Piper waved off their lack of taste and slipped out onto the floor to continue reeducating this piece of Australian trash. “C’mon sweetie, get your ass up.” Piper nudged Mal in the ribs with the toe of one boot and kept at it when she didn’t get a response she liked. “Seriously, you’re going to tell me you’re already past your prime at this age are you? Guess it shouldn’t surprise me. Your skin looks like a leather couch left out in the ERRGGGHH!”
Mallory snatched hold of the blonde’s ankle and slowly got to her feet, forcing the Sexton to hop on her plant foot. “Little girls shouldn’t play games they don’t understand.” she threatened. “Not unless they’re ready to accept the consequenNNNGGGHH!”
In an uncharacteristic show of action before words, Piper leapt, twisted and THWHACKED her free foot against the side of Slade’s noggin in a perfect Enzugiri. Mal didn’t go down but she did collapse gut-first against the apron, a position she still occupied when Sexton stalked up and slammed a Kneelift across the small of her back. Snatching hold of the brunette’s hair, the Teen Tyrant put her lips to Mallory’s ear and murmured, “And old women should gracefully step aside when the game has passed them by. If they don’t…” She took two giant steps across the narrow aisle and yanked Slade into a BWAAAANGING, spine-first impact with the steel barricade.
Mal’s back arched and her hands flew up to clutch at the air, neither of which did her a damned bit of good when Piper sidled in off her left side. Looping her right arm across the Aussie’s lower back while the left braced the pits of Slade’s knees, Sexton muscled her up onto the point of her shoulder, backed up ‘til she was pressed against the guardrail, then let loose, leaving Mallory to endure another nasty BWAAANG!
BACKDROP SUPLEX ON THE BARRICADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UzKhkR14_A
Thoroughly pleased with the way she’d put the mouthy tourist in her place thus far, Piper Sexton clapped some invisible dust off her hands, then snatched Slade by togs and tresses and scraped her off the floor. “I think we’ve established that old ladies shouldn’t play around outside.” she smirked. “So let’s get you back inside and finished off before it’s time for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy.”
This little bon mot got nothing but silence from Slade and jeers from the ringside fans, so Piper huffed and swung around in a circle to make sure she had enough momentum to sling her brunette under the bottom rope. Sexton was about to slide in after her, but drew back when she realized that Mal was splayed parallel to the ropes. Deciding to bust out something she’d been working on, the Teen Tyrant climbed onto the apron and grasped the top rope in both hands. Glancing over one shoulder, she bent her knees and waggled her hips, which raised catcalls from the crowd and a sneer from the blonde.
“Yeah right. Like any of you sweaty, inarticulate slobs could keep up with me! It’s patheti-sad, totes.” With that she launched herself over the strands and into a sharp little somersault that brought her THWHUMPING down shoulders-first across Slade’s chest. Tumbling out of the Senton with an ease that belied her ingénue status, Sexton scrambled back to the gasping battler and hooked the far leg in a domineering cradle. Shortly thereafter the ref swept in and counted off…
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4ILrK9gzWs
ONE…
TWO…
Mallory reached out and grabbed the bottom rope with a full second to spare. ‘ROOKIE MISTAKE, PIPER’ called some drunken idiot in the first few rows. ‘AREN’T YOU DOIN’ YOUR HOMEWORK?’
“Yeah, and I could do yours too you G.E.D washout!” she snapped right back. Piper glared down at Mallory. “And as for you, you’re going to pay for trying to embarrass mEOOFFHH!”
Slade sat up and shoved Sexton onto her rump, earning another cheer from the crowd in the process. “Be a lot harder to embarrass you if weren’t new meat acting like she knows every GUUURRRHHHKK!”
Piper bulled into the Aussie import, crowding her into the ropes. In the next instant she straddled Slade’s waist, then grabbed her head in both hands and forced it through the gap between the top and middle strands. Shifting her grip ever so slightly, she nocked Mal’s throat against the second rope from the outside and puuuuuulllled forward, throttling her mercilessly.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” she bellowed into the older woman’s reddening features. “YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE MAKING STUPID MISTAKES TONIGHT, HAG!”
Slade could only flail and claw at her shoulders, so Sexton turned her face to the side and kept right on throttling until the ref was practically shouting in her ear. “I CAN HEAR YOU JUST FINE, LOSER!” Piper shrieked so ferociously it dropped the zebra on his butt. “I DECIDE WHEN THIS BYTCH IS DONE SUFFERING, NOT YOU!”
In spite of all the yelling the two of them must’ve settled in a similar stopping point because Sexton let loose of the Stranglehold and pulled a gasping, retching Slade back to her feet. Hauling the brunette to her feet with a few savage jerks, Piper slapped on a Front Facelock and marched to the centre of the ring. Once the ropes were no longer an issue she tossed Mal’s near arm across her shoulders and grabbed a big handful of tiger-striped bottoms. A single hard yank hoisted Slade all the way to high noon and kept her there just long enough for the crowd to wonder what Sexton had in mind. Then she dropped Mallory back the way she’d came and went down on one knee to THWHUMP the Tigress’s tummy with something she called the ‘Gag Me Gutbuster’.
'GAG ME' GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcfxPPFRPSo
Slade bounced up from the collision and instinctively turned her back on the blonde, which turned out to be a very bad idea because Piper caught her in a Waistlock without missing a beat. Soon as her hands were knotted into Slade’s belly Sexton popped her hips to take her foe, up, over and DOWN with a beautifully sharp bridge that planted Mal on the back of her head and shoulders. Still holding on tight, the blonde pushed onto her toes and bounced in time with the…
GERMAN SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PbpkdyZOC4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Mallory shot a shoulder up and turned onto her belly, saving herself from defeat in the desert by the slimmest of margins. Piper leaned back on her haunches and held up three incredulous fingers to the ref, who dared reply with only two. “Are you fucking KIDDING me? That had to be a goddamned eight count!”
The ref shook his head and stood up. “It was almost three, Piper. You want the three? Keep on her.” Sexton most certainly did want the three and she sure as hell didn’t need a piece of garbage in cheap stripes to tell her how to get what was rightfully hers. Dismissing him with a flat palm, she twined a claw in the brunette’s hair and hauled her to a rubbery semi-verticality. Snuggled in on Mallory’s six, Sexton dipped her head under the brunette’s right arm and hooked her left arm around Slade’s neck.
“THIS BYTCH ISN’T EVEN GOOD ENOUGH TO SHARE A RING WITH ME!” she snarled to the booing masses. “AND SHE SURE AS HELL CAN’T SIT WITH ME!”
Ready to send the Tigress back east with boot-treads on her butt and several new knots on her head, Piper reached down, slipped her right arm through Slade’s thighs and pulled up, hooking her right leg in an awkward cradle. If she’d locked her hands it would’ve been all over, but Sexton’s fingers were several inches apart when Mallory jerked her trapped knee up and smacked it into the blonde’s forehead.
Stunned by the blow, Piper dropped the other woman’s gam and started smacking at her hips because the Aussie snagged her in a tight Headlock. Bearing down on the Teen Tyrant’s noggin, Slade charged halfway across the ring and took to the skies. Rather than land on her butt, Mal came down on one knee, all the better to THWONK the bony joint between her opponent’s eyes. Sexton rocked back on her heels, timbered hard and flopped through onto her stomach before pushing to all fours.
Several feet away, Mallory stood up and raised both hands in a wide ‘Y’ shape. “HEY ALBUQUERQUE, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”
Already on their feet after the visitor’s reversal, the Desert Dwellers roared, ‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’
“The fuck it is.” Piper hissed as she got to her feet. “This is MY house. MY ring! And you belong under MY ass.”
Mallory leaned forward and extended one arm, beckoning the younger woman forward. “You want a scratching post? Come and get it, Pipsqueak.”
Sexton bared her teeth and charged flat out, resembling nothing more than the wild beasts Slade made her bones taming. Ready to add another dangerous pelt to her list, Slade raced at the blonde and raised her hands like she was going for a Lock-up. But at the last second she went low and THWHUNKED the ball of her left shoulder into the meat of Sexton’s left thigh, just above the knee.
SLADEHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnhIjwIMpq0
Knocked ass over teakettle by the modified Chopblock Mal called the Sladehammer, hard on one side and immediately curled up, clutching at her clipped leg. She was still there when the Tigress stalked over and buried both hands in her hair. “C’mon girlie.” she cooed in the midst of hauling the hobbled blonde to her feet. “This is your house. Defend it.”
Piper tried to shove her away but the Aussie jabbed at her injured thigh again and she collapsed into Slade’s grasp to stay upright. Good in the short-term, bad long-term, because Mallory slipped an arm between her legs and the other over her shoulder. Grasping a handful of glutes and halter top, she muscled Sexton into place across her chest, then hupped her up a little bit higher. With her chin digging into Piper’s ribs, Slade pushed onto her toes and dropped onto her back, drawing both knees up as she did so. This adjustment made sure Sexton THUMPED tummy-first onto the posted joints, Mallory’s vicious Stomach Pump a suitable reprisal for the Gutbuster she’d endured previously.
The mean-spirited rookie bounced off those bony daggers and managed to stay upright, though that might have been a tad generous as she was doubled over and clutching at her ribs. She was trying to decide if everything was gonna stay down when Mallory got up and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “You’re pretty wicked, even by brat standards, pipsqueak. And even if you let me sit with you, I don’t think I’d want to. Sit ON you however, that could be arranged.” Piper only groaned and swatted at the Aussie’s thighs, a bit of token resistance Slade ended when she slipped her arms under the blonde’s biceps and jerked them up into an uncomfortable Double Underhook.
“YOU’VE BEEN GREAT, ALBUQUERQUE!” Mallory called to the crowd. “AND AS MY THANKS TO YOU I’M LEAVING BEHIND ONE FLATTENED MEAN GIRL!”
The Desert Diva regulars had been waiting a long time for someone, anyone, to present them with such a gift, so they cheered quite loudly when Slade dipped her knees and hoisted the younger woman up onto the point of her left shoulder. Bent into a painful arch by what was essentially a modified Canadian Backbreaker, Piper shook her head and kicked her feet, neither to any great effect. “LET GO OF ME!” she yowled. “YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! THIS IS MY RING! MY FANS! MY WHOOOOAAAAHHHHH!”
Mallory started to spin, a slow whirl that reached a near blur before she ‘hupped’ Sexton off her shoulder and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM the Varsity Mean Girl down onto her face, chest and belly with the ridiculously elevated Double Underhook Facebuster she called the Gobstopper. Piper bounced hard, but not enough to roll onto her back, so Mallory used a Half Nelson to shovel the blonde over.
GOBSTOPPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ie1ttPnEtqw
“Normally I wouldn’t do this on a first visit, but something tells me they won’t mind.” Leaning forward, she stuffed her hands into Piper’s tummy and kicked her legs apart into a wide ‘V’. Feet braced firmly against the canvas, she slid over Sexton’s mug and settled down. It wasn’t quite a Face Sit as Piper could breathe just fine, but Mallory’s tush was most certainly on her throat and Piper’s chin was wedged into the lowermost curve of her attacker’s glutes. Keeping one hand on Sexton’s tummy, Mal raised the other high overhead and joined the crowd and referee in tolling…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Tigress of Tallong raised her other hand, turning the count into a jaunty double bicep flex that lasted through the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MALLORY SLADE!”
This wasn’t greeted with universal approval, as she was from the Jungle, but most of the Desert Dwellers were do delighted to see Piper Sexton looking at the lights that they couldn’t stay mad for very long. As for Mallory, she didn’t mind at all. She’d been booed before and she’d be booed again, so she focused on the cheers, which were pretty much overwhelming. Clear of the defeated blonde, she strolled a few laps, then made her way to the ropes facing the hard camera.
Posting up on the middle strand, she pointed to the camera and said, “I know there’s a lot more great wrestlers back there and they probably don’t like what I just did. Well anytime you’re looking for satisfaction feel free to look me up in the Jungle. Or you can run your mouth loud enough and I’ll find you here. Isn’t that right, Piper?” Piper, who was being tended to by the official, offered no comment, so Mal winked and added, “What she said.” Then she climbed down, slipped through the ropes and made a circuit of the ringside before strutting back up the ramp.
