Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 20:56:49 GMT
The packed arena slowly bled into an eager silence, the crowd for Bloody Valentines trying their utmost to settle down following the carnage they had just witnessed and prep themselves for the next conflict. They didn’t have to wait long, the rubble from previous fights pushed aside and the Announcer making his way back into the ring to perform his duty. More than a few already knew what he was about to say, and yet it was with eagerness that they barely kept their silence, for while the charity driven tour which had taken the next competitor clear around the world had undoubtedly reaped great rewards for the underprivileged, it had also taken her away from much brighter lights.
The young women in question considered it a sacrifice that was more than worth making, and her fanbase understood that, but if they were entirely honest, they were much happier to have her back. Absence, they say, makes the heart grow founder. In tonight’s case, it proved to be the truth.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the pristinely suited man began after raising his mic to lips, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, standing at five foot eight and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, the All American Heroine, the Woman of Wonder, Carol! COURAGE!!`
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The announcement of her name was a call to arms, the Courage Cavalry swiftly leaping to their collective feet to heartily welcome her return, the young woman of their affections passing through the curtains and into sight with a triumphant smile. She stood even taller than her impressive stats would suggest, an indomitable air of authority surrounding her stunning physique that only accented the calm confidence that echoed from every inch of her faultless posture. She stood tall, and she encouraged all others around her to stand taller.
CAROL COURAGE
If inspiration could be personified, Carol had done so.
With Amazonian legs braced apart, Carol set one hand upon her hips before raising the other to above her head in a closed fist, an explosion of red, white and blue fireworks silhouetting her emphatic return. For all her presence, there was an ever present humility, for all the grandeur, there was humanity. With no pedestal to stand on, she was what all others could aspire to be.
She was what many others would now try to be.
With her salute to the Courage Cavalry completed, she began her journey down the ramp and towards the isle, her path inevitably leading her towards the squared circle. Her strides were purposeful and sure, the young woman attired for the coming contest, her sapphire blue, lyrca shorts hugging her hips tightly, running down to a stop just above her knees, the words HONOUR and RESPECT printed proudly in bright white down each of her powerful thighs. Her boots, wrapped about her calves, were a raven black, while the knee and elbow pads, along with a pair of fingerless gloves, were the same shade as her whisper thin outfit. Across her top she wore a pristinely white T-Shirt, the words stencilled in thunderous black across its front forming a message directed at everyone and all, her personal motto.
‘NEVER GIVE UP’
She clasped hands as they were extended out towards her, a nod of acknowledgement accompanying the firm grip, before she arrived at her destination. Carol ascended the steel steps and entered the ring without fear, ducking between the top and middle ropes before turning quickly back into the corner. She faced outwards and she pulled herself up to standing on the centre turnbuckle, raising her fist up fiercely for a second salute to the Courage Cavalry.
The FAWNatics responded with gusto, even more so as the Paragon of Purpose grabbed her T-Shirt and whipped it off clean over the top of her own head, revealing the sapphire sports bra, impressive bosom and bare, toned abs beneath. With a smile she balled up the shirt and threw it without reservation into the waiting crowd, one lucky fan receiving a converted souvenir for the night.
With her arrival done, she slipped back down towards the canvas, Carol Courage moving over to the opposite corner to allow her opponent to enter without hindrance.
The FAWNatics just got back down into their seats after Carol enters the ring; the fans still cheering when the sound system pops back to life.
SICK PUPPIES – “YOU’RE GOING DOWN”
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Cindy Bash is dressed for battle as she heads to the ring, the bikini top a combination of black and white, the cups white, with black mesh connected to a few black strips running from top to bottom. Her bottoms were all gray bikini briefs with a black mesh waist garter band. The garter connects to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
CINDY BASH
Her black hair is pulled back and hangs loose around her shoulders as the Blacksburg native climbs into the ring, Cindy ignores the comments and jibes sent her way. The Brunette has bounced around from tagging with her twin sister to member of the Crusade and is now out on her own, but her wicked streak hasn’t diminished.
Cindy glares at Carol in the ring as she climbs up onto the apron and stands. Bash looks across the ring at the tall brunette before dipping between the ropes and making her way to the opposite corner. The referee tries checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash will have none of the man touching her. Finally he gives up, the outfit covers very little of her body, so it’s unlikely Cindy has any hidden weapons.
The ring announcer makes the introduction, “From Blacksburg Virginia, Standing 5’7” she weighs in at 134 pounds…CINDY! BASH!!”
Bash grabs the top rope and leans forward stretching her arms, then dips down loosening her legs as she waits for the bell. Cindy runs her fingers inside her shoulder straps adjusting her top before heading out into the ring as the bell sounds.
There was a fresh pop of applause from the Cavalry as Carol pushed out from her corner, posture low and ready as she advanced within a FAWN ring for the first time in over a year. She circled about the squared circle, Bash matching pace as the two brunettes took the measure of one another and, without a word, they met violently at centre ring with a SMECKING of powerful, youthful limbs, both competitors tied up in a fierce collar and elbow as they pushed, writhed and shoved, each grunting and huffing as they looked to backpedal the other towards a corner and claim an early victory.
Nearly identical in size the lockup turns into a stalemate about mid ring, they twist and rotate changing levels, but that march to the turnbuckles eludes both. Breaking the hold in wordless agreement, Carol and Cindy shove apart, but Bash surges back instantly, bringing her thigh up into Courage’s tummy, forcing a pained GUFF! of air to escape her body and folding the Paladin of Power forwards.
The crowd boo at the cheap shot, but Cindy ignores the trash in the arena whilst hooking the winded Carol under the arm and roughly hip tosses her over.
Carol spreads out her landing flat on the canvas to minimise the impact, rolling with the hit with cat like reflexes. Bash tries to catch the other brunette, but Courage is ready and grabs on to Bash’s arm sending her flying with an arm drag.
Cindy bounces off the canvas and skids to a stop, but she quickly rolls over and up to a knee ready, Carol matching her recovery as the two beauties process the early part of the match, squaring off as they began.
As the two renewed their circling, the Cavalry continued to deride Bash for her underhanded shenanigans, although Carol encouraged them to stop, her eyes never leaving Cindy’s. “Well, while Susan will be sure to enjoy ‘always’ being right,” Courage remained poised, even as she conversed, “at the very least I appreciate the honesty. I always prefer to know who I’m fighting.”
Bash scowled, clearly not sharing the sentiment, and as the two fierce competitors collided again, the SMACK!! of nubile skin even louder than the last, the brunettes gritting teeth as biceps flexed. The FAWNatics gasped as Carol was the first to take a backwards step, Bash finally finding some superior leverage to force the symbolic retreat, a second step soon following.
Only the Women of Wonder wasn’t being overpowered quite as much as it appeared as she twisted her shoulders and, with a sharp tug, jerked the unbalanced brawler into a firm embrace. Forcing one of her opponents arms forwards across her shoulder, Carol ‘hugged’ the equally powerful brunette with one limb about her neck and the other about her hips, a pop of the knees from Courage and a twist of her hips heralding an attempt to Uranage Bash to the canvas!
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With her arm and head trapped, Cindy is caught tight, and when Courage lifts and twists she sends Bash to the thinly padded plywood with a loud CRASH!
Carol tries climbing on top of the Virginia Brawler, but Cindy rolls to all fours. Courage takes the top position on Bash’s back, trying to work her arms and legs around the other brunette. Cindy squirms around and slips to the side, getting to Carol’s side and, with a sudden burst, she pops out behind Courage with her wrist in hand and pulls the All American up with a hammerlock.
Standing, Carol looks over both shoulders for an escape, Cindy ducking her head to keep it from being captured.
Courage side steps and ducks, twisting her trapped arm painfully, but the move works as she’s able to reverse the hammerlock and trap Cindy in the same hold.
The Calvary cheer the new development as Cindy slaps her shoulder, trying to keep the blood flowing through the strained joint. Cindy tries the same reversal that Carol worked, but Courage keeps moving with her, blocking the attempt. Bash growls, “I’m gonna kick your ass!”
“That’s good to know,” the ghost of a smirk whispered across Carol’s features as the Miracle of Marvels kept her snare tight, her raven black boots moving in practiced step with Cindy’s, the two circling the middle of the ring. “You’re more than welcome to try,” she announced, suddenly releasing her hold to the sharp relief of Bash, but such a state of freedom was fleeting at best, Courage adjusting her grip to cup a pair of firm thighs from behind just before she moved to pop her knees again. “I’m feeling inclined to do likewise!” with a swift, deft lift and drop, one brunette was dangerously close to having her tailbone spiked by another by way of an inverted, atomic drop!
After being released from the hammerlock Cindy does take a deep breath and that’s more than enough for Carol to grab and lift the former Crusader. Bash cries out, shaking her head, but she’s helpless to stop Carol from lifting and dropping her down on posted knee. Bash screams hopping back up to her feet, her knees knocked together and hands wedged between her thighs. Cindy takes a few pigeon toed steps reaching for the ropes as her face is pinched in pain.
While Carol was indeed the Paragon of Fair Play, Bash had to reach the ropes in order for her to claim sanctuary, and after the cheap shot to her firm tummy, Courage was feeling disinclined to let her make the distance. Not after her purposeful stride was more than enough to match her New Rivals knocked kneed stumble, the crowd favourite synching back in against the rear of the other brunette, capturing an arm which she hooked across her shoulders and locked in a tight, reverse bearhug, one that was but a brief precursor a Backdrop Suplex.
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Cindy was an inch away from holding onto the rope, but with her fingers unable to reach the strand, Carol is able to pull her away from the salvation. Carol has an arm around Cindy’s waist the other behind her knee the All American only has a little trouble lifting Bash and falls backwards, dropping Cindy on the back of her head and shoulders. As the Blacksburg Brawler flops over on to her stomach, Cindy wraps her arms around the back of her head and feet drum the canvas in pain.
As good as it felt to be in control; Carol knew that it had to be short lived, for while Cindy was reeling, she had plenty of life left to be dangerous. “After a year abroad, do you know what I learned,” she questioned with genuine sincerity, turning about to lean low and collect Bash, a grasping of wrists helping to drag the second brunette back up to vertical. “No matter the country, there’s always someone who wants to run rough shod over the others. The only difference here, is that FAWN has a few dozen,” the Paladin of Power suddenly pivoted, expertly twisting both young women into an Irish Whip, Cindy released towards the ropes where she can be collected on the return trip with a potentially ring rattling scoop slam, “and you’re only gotten worse while I’ve been gone!”
Bash tries pulling free, but too late and she’s sent speeding towards the opposite ropes. Carol moves to the centre of the ring as Bash hits the cables. The strands give to the weight of the running wrestler and but as they are meant to they send Cindy racing back towards the awaiting Carol. The Paladin of Purpose catches the other brunette and lifts Bash up to chest level turning and slams Cindy into the unforgiving canvas. In position when they hit Carol stays atop Bash and hooks a leg for the first pinfall attempt of the match.
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Cindy gets a hand on Carol’s face and shoves her away as she bucks her legs, breaking the pinning attempt. Cindy groans as she rolls towards the ring ropes away from Courage.
With nails undoubtedly seeking peepers, Carol counts herself lucky to still possess both chestnut browns after Cindy bucks and claws her way to freedom, the sharp sting none the less provoking an instinctive reaction to make some distance. Quickly recovering, the Amazonian brunette popping up to one knee following her near victory, Courage still finds herself, this time, too late to prevent her new Rival from retreating to the safety of the ropes.
The man in black in white, accustomed as he was to just about every member of the roster ignoring the rules of sanctuary the coils represented, turned sharply on the spot to warn Carol away... only for the warnings to die in his throat unsaid. Courage was already prepared to keep her distance, smiling lightly as she held up her palms without threat, clearly prepared to observe the rules as they were written.
“Relax Michael,” she nodded, the slight tilt of her head encouraging a stray strands of her proud curls to tickle her nose, “she can grab her breather, at least for as long as her pride allows her.” Carol backed off without retreating, her posture ready as she raised her hands and began clapping, the slow, rhythmic beat being taken up by the Cavalry and, soon enough, thousands of hands were banging to the beat of their confident heroine.
Cindy climbs up the ropes turning her back to the strands when she gains her feet. The Calvary being led in the clapping by Carol causes Bash to sneer, “The Sheep they are, or more like trained seals.” Cindy mockingly joins the applause before flipping Carol the middle finger. Bash pushes off the cables and circles around to her right; Courage joins her in the circle. The pair of brunette’s draw closer, both young women bringing their hands upwards and wiggling their fingers, challenge made and accepted as they were mere inches apart from locking up for a third round.
Only Bash had no intention of honouring their silent agreement, kicking out without warning and positively burying the wicked toe of her boot deep into the rigid, trim tummy of the girl called Courage. The Women of Wonder released an astonished and pained “GUFF!!” as her defences proved to be nonexistent, the specimen of athleticism folding forwards with a winded cry and only able to offer to the most symbolic of protests as Cindy grabbed her lowered noggin and JERKED her into a headlock.
A sharp swing backwards from Bash took her sailing towards the canvas and the momentum yanked the already unbalanced Carol right along with her, the crown of her head SPIKING into the canvas as she was planted with a swift and empathic DDT! The entirety of her divinely forged frame followed through the brain rattling impact, Courage spasming into a haphazard roll that took her over onto her back, the crowd favourite cradling her head and batting the heel of her right boot against the canvas.
The former Crusader sits up looking over her shoulder, “That’s how it’s done in Blacksburg Bytch!” Bash spins around on her toosh to face Carol, sliding her hand under Courage’s head she momentarily hides that she has a handful of the dark mane. Lifting her opponent, Cindy forces Carol up and walks her back to the near corner; the referee sees both the handful of hair and the move to the corner and warns Cindy. Bash releases the All American’s mane and proves it by flipping the referee the middle finger.
Not sure if Carol is still sufficiently dazed for what she has planned, Cindy sends a trio of knife edge chops to the Paladin’s chest and cleavage. The official orders Bash out of the corner, but Cindy is ahead of him as she pulls Carol’s arm away from its protective position across her bosom and whips her towards the opposite ropes. The Blacksburg Brawler takes off looking to splash Carol in the corner as she hits the turnbuckles.
Winded and dazed, Carol’s noggin made the smallest of lolling movements upon her shoulders as her peepers struggled to refocus, the severe chops across her open bosom bringing a wince to her classically carved features and managing to remind her of where she was. It wasn’t quite enough though, not as her wrist was seized and she was YANKED out of one corner and sent hurtling towards the other. Clarity returned about halfway across the canvas and, with reflexes honed from experience, she was at least able to turn herself about at the last moment, her momentum ending with a thud against turnbuckles between her shoulder blades and not her already sore torso.
It was still enough to rattle her entire frame, Carol’s arms whipping backwards over the top of uppermost coils as a grunt escaped her body and her powerful thighs conspired to tense and keep her upright. Bash followed a heartbeat after, proving the folly of such resilience as the Avalanche Splash made a mockery of the previous collision, Courage bodily crushed between the second brunette hardbody and the steel pillar to her back.
Physically there was little to separate the two young women, but as Carol shuddered with a soft groan, her body emptying of air as her head bopped back and forth, there seemed to be a world of it as the powerful frame of Courage momentarily ragdolled into putty as, with Cindy stepping backwards, the Maiden of Marvels flopped forwards into her new rivals welcoming arms.
Moving like a drunk dance couple Cindy leads Carol back out into the ring, Bash dips her hips shooting an arm between the long legs of the other brunette. The Courage Calvary upset with the recent turn of events boo and jeer the Blacksburg Brawler as she humps Carol up on to a shoulder. Bash shows some impressive strength holding her load aloft and turning to all sides of the ring, Cindy yells, “Ya’ll Rooting for the wrong Girl Dumbasses!” Carol tries wiggling free and dropping out the back, but Bash keeps a tight hold on her as she looks for a nice spot to deposit the bag on her shoulder.
On another night her showboating could have proven to be Cindy’s undoing, just as it had to done to more than one of Carol’s opponents this past year, but on this occasion Bash’s pride proves to be well founded. The efforts of Courage, as defiant as they were, only served to prove that did not yet possess the strength to break free as the Brunette domineeringly holding her aloft picked her spot. Seeing out the ‘surge’ of effort from her dazed rival to slip free, Cindy clamps a firm palm down across the back of her foes neck and, with a triumphant GRUNT!! whipped the inspirational hardbody up and over off her shoulder and sent her SLAMMING, spine and shoulders first, into the barely yielding plywood that made up the canvas.
Carol groooooaned as she bounced a good inch off the mat before settling, wincing in newly winded pain as her upper body arched, her long legs bent upwards at the knee as the Paladin of Power tensed in pain before slumping, her eyes of chestnut brown half fluttering as she tried to slowly roll over.
Throwing her head back Bash lets out a joyful howl as she bounces on the balls of her feet. The Blacksburg Brawler’s bravado looks to be well placed as she leaps over top the All American and comes crashing down across Carol, the SMACK of flesh against flesh as Courage jack knifes around the intruding brunette’s body. Cindy catches her legs and rolls up on to the crowd favourite’s chest and going for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Carol bucks free, Cindy rolls away and scrambles to her feet first. The Redneck Girl turns running towards the ropes looking to come back and catch Carol with a Yakuza Kick to the head.
YAKUZA KICK:
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Courage could only claim to be upon one knee with any certainty by the time Bash returned, the second hardbody in the ring taking flight as she came charging, right leg snapping around and THUNKING!! a foots worth of boot leather into the temple of Carol. The Women of Wonder was sent spinning into a wild spiral that took her in a full, rapid one eighty spin and sent a worrisome shimmy through her incredible stems. Almost upended from that single, blistering blow, the shell shocked brunette tumbled into the closest ropes, her upper body collapsing across the middle coil and allowing herself some semblance of remaining upright.
The Calvary were clapping now, this time with worry, all of them keeping the same methodical beat without incentive from their heroine, doing so on this occasion in an effort to propel her into action. Clearly Carol could hear them, the brunette struggling with her every breadth to regain her footing...
Of more assistance was Cindy, forgoing the opportunity to further mock the Courage faithful in favour of zeroing in on her flagging opponent, roughly palming the back of the other young women’s neck and yanking her away from safety. Opting not to return the Paragon of Fair Plays favour from earlier, Bash ignored the sanctuary the coils should represent and bullied her wilting plaything towards centre canvas, further gutting the second brunette hardbody in the ring with a swift, savage kneelift to her rigid tummy. Satisfied that the limp limbed Carol was suitably tenderised, she...
Courage surged!! With a shout of sheer determination, the Paladin of Power shoved herself forwards, inhaling deeply after her war cry and shoved her shoulder deep into the astonished midriff of Bash, slamming free a guff of air and hupping the street fighter clean off her heels. Happening so fast that there was no time to process, Carol cupped a pair of incredible thighs, held on tight and lifted, vaulting the now furiously protesting Cindy up and over, midriff braced over one shoulder, the two rocking on the spot until Courage shouted again, this time whiplashing her unwilling cargo downwards towards the canvas with a brutal Spinebuster!!`
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Across her back and shoulders, Cindy was SPLATTERED into the mat, the plywood flexing with an ominous creak, the brunette absorbing the terrible impact, coughing and sputtering as she recoiled. With gritted teeth she rolled over, cradling the base of her spine as she cursed with gusto, determined to ride out the unexpected pain as she pushed up to hands and knees, the reversal in fortunes due to be a short one.
An actuality that seemed to be certain as Carol, following her burst of effort, was slow to recover, wearily shaking her head out with her curls bobbing, only just able to match her opponents pained arrival at vertical. It proved to a painfully long race, seeming to last much longer than in reality it did, but as close it was there seemed to be only one winner, Courage, struggling as she was, a full step behind her new rival.
The grimacing Cindy was pointing the wrong way, perhaps the one saving grace for the hopeful Cavalry watching, but knowing the position of the weak kneed Carol made such a predicament an ignorable one. Spinning on the spot, a snarl on her lips, the Brunette Brawler spun with her right arm extended, parting the air with the discuss clothesline that would separate even the most spirited of heads from shoulders!
Only the scythe didn’t connect, the reaper denied her due as Carol once again encouraged the faithful to whip up a fresh cheer as she ducked neatly below beheading impact. With the almighty swing and miss leaving a flummoxed Cindy heavily unbalanced, the Women of Wonder turned on the spot herself and ducked low, collecting the extended arm of her opponent and, with a huff of renewed effort, pulled, lifted and hupped a furiously squirming Bash up and across her shoulders, keeping her there by way of Fireman’s carry.
“You pack quite a punch Cindy, I’ll give you that,” was the only indulgence that Carol allowed herself before, setting her head down like a bull, she shot off into a short, two step sprint. “But so do I!” she finished, leaping forwards to the delight of the fans with her gorgeous package still secured, diving into a roll that not only SLAMMED Bash into the canvas, but also buried her beneath one hundred and thirty-five pounds of stunningly sculptured hardbody.
@2:30: ROLLING FIREMANS CARRY
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Bash GROOOOOOOAAAAANED as she was staked into the mat, recoiling with a puffing out of her cheeks before she guttered and slumped. Carol was quick to take advantage, rolling over to lay atop the gutted brawler, collecting a pair of powerful legs and rolling her opponent up into a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Bash CURSED as she bucked free, kicking out with her legs and refusing to be beaten, a shoulder following just barely a breath later, breaking the pinfall and forcing the match to continue.
The race was back on, only now Carol was better positioned, already up to one knee before Cindy had even begun her own ascent. The Cavalry were cheering, spurring her on as Courage found both of her feet, stamina returning as though it were being fed straight to her by way of good will from the audience; Bash now the opposite as...
Those closest to the action audibly gasped, those cries measured equally in sympathy and rage as, with viperous speed, Cindy shot up her right claw and LATCHED on TIGHT between Carol’s thighs and dug in DEEP about the other young women’s sex. The Maiden of Marvel’s own cry was silent as the Brawler grabbed hold and refused to release, the longest and quietest of mooooooans passing through Carols opened lips as fingers delved, wrenched and twisted with vindictive intent, driving paralysing agony throughout the entirety of her Amazonian physique.
“Just as I thought,” Cindy disdainfully mocked as she held on tight, pushing up onto one boot and, with a practiced flexing of fingers, drove several fresh pulses through her claw, forcing Courage to jerk and groan with barely audible exhales, “weak at the knees” Crippled whilst stood upright, there was little the Paragon of Fair Play could do as Bash found her feet, Carol’s head bowing ever so slowly as her lower lip quivered, every ounce of her will spared only to prevent herself from crying out.
With a tormenting hiss, Cindy finally released her paralysing grip, the moment she did so allowing her to recollect her wilting Rival back into her arms, a shimmy in the other women’s powerful thighs and a sigh upon her relieved lips. Front to front, Bash tucked her head beneath Carol’s right arm without interference, supporting the other young women about her waist as she took the other Hardbodies weight, scowling as she balled her claw into a fist and, with the entirety of one side hopelessly exposed to her, Cindy mercilessly DRILLED a vicious fist deep into a set of exposed ribs!!
Carol grunted and groaned from the fierce impact, her body recoiling and yet, caught as she was with her rivals embrace, there was nowhere to tumble. The All American Heroine was forced to endure it, impotently shuddering with hazel eyes shut as she moaned whilst Cindy, enjoying the sounds her opponent was making, piled on the pressure, jab after jab pummelling Courage’s ribcage and kidneys, softening the firm muscles and punting her victim up onto her tip toes with short, sharp, spasming jerks.
“Should have stayed away Bytch,” Bash snarled with a server curling of her lip, in her element now more than ever, “there’s no charity here!”
The FAWNatics, conditioned as they were to such spectacles, found themselves forced to count along, adding voice to the mounting disaster they were witnessing...
EIGHT!
NINE!!
TEN!!!
Cindy stopped, distinctly aware that the Official was about to ruin her fun over pointless objections concerning closed fists, as though such a thing was taboo in a god damned fight and, with the Hardbody she had secured tenderised to the point of surely no longer qualifying for the name, changed her tact. Dipping low she slapped her formally pummelling arm up hard between the thighs of the Paladin of Power, long legs of the beauty at her lack of mercy now all too willing to open and, with a grunt of effort she lifted, spun, and hupped Carol up across one shoulder, domineeringly carrying her cargo back towards centre ring for all to see.
With her spot picked, and a firm palm slapped hard across the back of Carol’s neck, she shrugged her shoulder and prepared to SLAM the Paladin of Power into the deck...
Just as she released even an ounce of pressure, Courage reversed the intended course and, with resolve steeled and pain repressed, she escaped her unwanted perch by dropping down to the canvas backwards, landing with a bump upon shaky feet and slipped in behind her flat footed rival. With a burst of determination, the pain in her ribs flaring, the Women of Wonder pounced upon her advantage for the scant seconds she would have it, the FAWNatics cheering as she thrust her arms beneath the shoulders of bash and, bringing her paws towards each other she laced her fingers together, a growl echoing by way of firm grunt as now it was her palms that slapped down hard across the back of an unwilling neck.
There had been the briefest of opportunities for Cindy to launch her own counter, but blinded by astonishment the moment had passed, and now the Full Nelson was locked in tight!!
Carol bore down as hard as she could, leaning in tight against the back of her rival as she shoved the brawlers noggin forwards, wrenching the fierce young women’s neck at such an angle that the point of her chin was pushed towards the cleft of her own bosom. Courage held on as Cindy continued to curse, Bash almost spitting her rage as her arms, braced above her own held were rendered both immobile and utterly impotent, fingers spasming as she fought impossibly for an escape, her entire frame jerking and quivering as Maiden of Marvels slowly drained her of power.
With her breathing laboured, and centred as she was in the middle of the ring, Cindy’s wild protests gradually diminished, powerful shoulders bled numb and her mounting insults reduced to vile murmurings, the Cavalry in attendance spurring her on to give up. Bash refused to relent, no matter the pressure poured down against her, her knees shimmying and arms limp, her lips circled open as her eyes fluttered shut.
Such as it was, Carol was not aiming for submission, and those in the audience who were truly faithful knew that this was but a precursor. Courage had been busy during her absence and, during the year she had spent away, she had learned a new trick, one that had won her a World Title and empowered her to retain it for seven long months of glory. This may have appeared to be a devastating Full Nelson, it was in reality... Time to Reflect!!
TIME TO REFLECT
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Satisfied that not only was her opponent ready, but so was she, Carol inhaled one last, determined breath before she popped her knees and, proving her Hardbody billing, lifted all of Cindy’s one hundred and thirty-four pounds high into the air, Full Nelson still locked in place. With Bash reaching her flights apex, Carol released the pressure with her right arm and pivoted her burden about, aiding Cindy in her descent back towards the canvas and, with her already punished back now exposed to the mat, SLAMMED her spine first into the barely yielding plywood!!
With the completion of her new Finisher executed without blemish, the street fighter she had subjected to it upon her return to FAWN emptied the entirety of her lungs with an explosion of air, grunting as she was released and flopping out into a wide starfish. Courage threw herself across the splattered Bash and hooked both of the young women’s legs, rolling her new rival up onto a tight ball, the All American Heroine diving upon a valuable victory!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics exploded and Carol sighed with relief, both thankful and sore as she immediately released her opponent’s long legs and leaving her be. With a smile in place that was endearing, Carol was back up on her knees, her inhales deep as she knelt there exhausted, sheeted in sweat and glowing in exertion. And yet somehow she looked all the better for it, triumphant and inspiring, victorious and humble. With the help of the man in black and white she was able to find her feet again and, for a few moments, the zebra raised her hand in victory as the announcer made it official.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by way of Pinfall, the Women of Wonder, CAROL! COURAGE!!”
The Cavalry were cheering and Carol was smiling, nodding in recognition and thanks of their support, the formally smallest girl in school standing triumphant as s fully fledged Amazon. Much to the surprise (though hardly dislike) of the Official, she grasped him in a firm hug, moving on far faster than he probably would have liked before she made a B-Line towards the nearest corner. With a quick climb she made the second turnbuckle and pointed out into the crowd, everyone in that vague direction certain that she was picking out them. A renewed and proud smile in place she removed both her elbow pads and, with mighty throws, hurled them out into the masses without hesitation, a few more mementos handed out this evening for those who were lucky.
Finding the hard camera she turned her attention towards it, pointing towards those watching at home and clapping, applauding FAWN’s supporters even as she was lauded by them. Motioning to her tummy, she made one last statement, the universal wrestling sign for ‘Belt’ which the Cavalry heartily approved of.
Tonight had been great, but tomorrow would be better.
The young women in question considered it a sacrifice that was more than worth making, and her fanbase understood that, but if they were entirely honest, they were much happier to have her back. Absence, they say, makes the heart grow founder. In tonight’s case, it proved to be the truth.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the pristinely suited man began after raising his mic to lips, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall and a thirty minute time limit. Introducing first, standing at five foot eight and weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, the All American Heroine, the Woman of Wonder, Carol! COURAGE!!`
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The announcement of her name was a call to arms, the Courage Cavalry swiftly leaping to their collective feet to heartily welcome her return, the young woman of their affections passing through the curtains and into sight with a triumphant smile. She stood even taller than her impressive stats would suggest, an indomitable air of authority surrounding her stunning physique that only accented the calm confidence that echoed from every inch of her faultless posture. She stood tall, and she encouraged all others around her to stand taller.
CAROL COURAGE
If inspiration could be personified, Carol had done so.
With Amazonian legs braced apart, Carol set one hand upon her hips before raising the other to above her head in a closed fist, an explosion of red, white and blue fireworks silhouetting her emphatic return. For all her presence, there was an ever present humility, for all the grandeur, there was humanity. With no pedestal to stand on, she was what all others could aspire to be.
She was what many others would now try to be.
With her salute to the Courage Cavalry completed, she began her journey down the ramp and towards the isle, her path inevitably leading her towards the squared circle. Her strides were purposeful and sure, the young woman attired for the coming contest, her sapphire blue, lyrca shorts hugging her hips tightly, running down to a stop just above her knees, the words HONOUR and RESPECT printed proudly in bright white down each of her powerful thighs. Her boots, wrapped about her calves, were a raven black, while the knee and elbow pads, along with a pair of fingerless gloves, were the same shade as her whisper thin outfit. Across her top she wore a pristinely white T-Shirt, the words stencilled in thunderous black across its front forming a message directed at everyone and all, her personal motto.
‘NEVER GIVE UP’
She clasped hands as they were extended out towards her, a nod of acknowledgement accompanying the firm grip, before she arrived at her destination. Carol ascended the steel steps and entered the ring without fear, ducking between the top and middle ropes before turning quickly back into the corner. She faced outwards and she pulled herself up to standing on the centre turnbuckle, raising her fist up fiercely for a second salute to the Courage Cavalry.
The FAWNatics responded with gusto, even more so as the Paragon of Purpose grabbed her T-Shirt and whipped it off clean over the top of her own head, revealing the sapphire sports bra, impressive bosom and bare, toned abs beneath. With a smile she balled up the shirt and threw it without reservation into the waiting crowd, one lucky fan receiving a converted souvenir for the night.
With her arrival done, she slipped back down towards the canvas, Carol Courage moving over to the opposite corner to allow her opponent to enter without hindrance.
The FAWNatics just got back down into their seats after Carol enters the ring; the fans still cheering when the sound system pops back to life.
SICK PUPPIES – “YOU’RE GOING DOWN”
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Cindy Bash is dressed for battle as she heads to the ring, the bikini top a combination of black and white, the cups white, with black mesh connected to a few black strips running from top to bottom. Her bottoms were all gray bikini briefs with a black mesh waist garter band. The garter connects to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
CINDY BASH
Her black hair is pulled back and hangs loose around her shoulders as the Blacksburg native climbs into the ring, Cindy ignores the comments and jibes sent her way. The Brunette has bounced around from tagging with her twin sister to member of the Crusade and is now out on her own, but her wicked streak hasn’t diminished.
Cindy glares at Carol in the ring as she climbs up onto the apron and stands. Bash looks across the ring at the tall brunette before dipping between the ropes and making her way to the opposite corner. The referee tries checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash will have none of the man touching her. Finally he gives up, the outfit covers very little of her body, so it’s unlikely Cindy has any hidden weapons.
The ring announcer makes the introduction, “From Blacksburg Virginia, Standing 5’7” she weighs in at 134 pounds…CINDY! BASH!!”
Bash grabs the top rope and leans forward stretching her arms, then dips down loosening her legs as she waits for the bell. Cindy runs her fingers inside her shoulder straps adjusting her top before heading out into the ring as the bell sounds.
There was a fresh pop of applause from the Cavalry as Carol pushed out from her corner, posture low and ready as she advanced within a FAWN ring for the first time in over a year. She circled about the squared circle, Bash matching pace as the two brunettes took the measure of one another and, without a word, they met violently at centre ring with a SMECKING of powerful, youthful limbs, both competitors tied up in a fierce collar and elbow as they pushed, writhed and shoved, each grunting and huffing as they looked to backpedal the other towards a corner and claim an early victory.
Nearly identical in size the lockup turns into a stalemate about mid ring, they twist and rotate changing levels, but that march to the turnbuckles eludes both. Breaking the hold in wordless agreement, Carol and Cindy shove apart, but Bash surges back instantly, bringing her thigh up into Courage’s tummy, forcing a pained GUFF! of air to escape her body and folding the Paladin of Power forwards.
The crowd boo at the cheap shot, but Cindy ignores the trash in the arena whilst hooking the winded Carol under the arm and roughly hip tosses her over.
Carol spreads out her landing flat on the canvas to minimise the impact, rolling with the hit with cat like reflexes. Bash tries to catch the other brunette, but Courage is ready and grabs on to Bash’s arm sending her flying with an arm drag.
Cindy bounces off the canvas and skids to a stop, but she quickly rolls over and up to a knee ready, Carol matching her recovery as the two beauties process the early part of the match, squaring off as they began.
As the two renewed their circling, the Cavalry continued to deride Bash for her underhanded shenanigans, although Carol encouraged them to stop, her eyes never leaving Cindy’s. “Well, while Susan will be sure to enjoy ‘always’ being right,” Courage remained poised, even as she conversed, “at the very least I appreciate the honesty. I always prefer to know who I’m fighting.”
Bash scowled, clearly not sharing the sentiment, and as the two fierce competitors collided again, the SMACK!! of nubile skin even louder than the last, the brunettes gritting teeth as biceps flexed. The FAWNatics gasped as Carol was the first to take a backwards step, Bash finally finding some superior leverage to force the symbolic retreat, a second step soon following.
Only the Women of Wonder wasn’t being overpowered quite as much as it appeared as she twisted her shoulders and, with a sharp tug, jerked the unbalanced brawler into a firm embrace. Forcing one of her opponents arms forwards across her shoulder, Carol ‘hugged’ the equally powerful brunette with one limb about her neck and the other about her hips, a pop of the knees from Courage and a twist of her hips heralding an attempt to Uranage Bash to the canvas!
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With her arm and head trapped, Cindy is caught tight, and when Courage lifts and twists she sends Bash to the thinly padded plywood with a loud CRASH!
Carol tries climbing on top of the Virginia Brawler, but Cindy rolls to all fours. Courage takes the top position on Bash’s back, trying to work her arms and legs around the other brunette. Cindy squirms around and slips to the side, getting to Carol’s side and, with a sudden burst, she pops out behind Courage with her wrist in hand and pulls the All American up with a hammerlock.
Standing, Carol looks over both shoulders for an escape, Cindy ducking her head to keep it from being captured.
Courage side steps and ducks, twisting her trapped arm painfully, but the move works as she’s able to reverse the hammerlock and trap Cindy in the same hold.
The Calvary cheer the new development as Cindy slaps her shoulder, trying to keep the blood flowing through the strained joint. Cindy tries the same reversal that Carol worked, but Courage keeps moving with her, blocking the attempt. Bash growls, “I’m gonna kick your ass!”
“That’s good to know,” the ghost of a smirk whispered across Carol’s features as the Miracle of Marvels kept her snare tight, her raven black boots moving in practiced step with Cindy’s, the two circling the middle of the ring. “You’re more than welcome to try,” she announced, suddenly releasing her hold to the sharp relief of Bash, but such a state of freedom was fleeting at best, Courage adjusting her grip to cup a pair of firm thighs from behind just before she moved to pop her knees again. “I’m feeling inclined to do likewise!” with a swift, deft lift and drop, one brunette was dangerously close to having her tailbone spiked by another by way of an inverted, atomic drop!
After being released from the hammerlock Cindy does take a deep breath and that’s more than enough for Carol to grab and lift the former Crusader. Bash cries out, shaking her head, but she’s helpless to stop Carol from lifting and dropping her down on posted knee. Bash screams hopping back up to her feet, her knees knocked together and hands wedged between her thighs. Cindy takes a few pigeon toed steps reaching for the ropes as her face is pinched in pain.
While Carol was indeed the Paragon of Fair Play, Bash had to reach the ropes in order for her to claim sanctuary, and after the cheap shot to her firm tummy, Courage was feeling disinclined to let her make the distance. Not after her purposeful stride was more than enough to match her New Rivals knocked kneed stumble, the crowd favourite synching back in against the rear of the other brunette, capturing an arm which she hooked across her shoulders and locked in a tight, reverse bearhug, one that was but a brief precursor a Backdrop Suplex.
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Cindy was an inch away from holding onto the rope, but with her fingers unable to reach the strand, Carol is able to pull her away from the salvation. Carol has an arm around Cindy’s waist the other behind her knee the All American only has a little trouble lifting Bash and falls backwards, dropping Cindy on the back of her head and shoulders. As the Blacksburg Brawler flops over on to her stomach, Cindy wraps her arms around the back of her head and feet drum the canvas in pain.
As good as it felt to be in control; Carol knew that it had to be short lived, for while Cindy was reeling, she had plenty of life left to be dangerous. “After a year abroad, do you know what I learned,” she questioned with genuine sincerity, turning about to lean low and collect Bash, a grasping of wrists helping to drag the second brunette back up to vertical. “No matter the country, there’s always someone who wants to run rough shod over the others. The only difference here, is that FAWN has a few dozen,” the Paladin of Power suddenly pivoted, expertly twisting both young women into an Irish Whip, Cindy released towards the ropes where she can be collected on the return trip with a potentially ring rattling scoop slam, “and you’re only gotten worse while I’ve been gone!”
Bash tries pulling free, but too late and she’s sent speeding towards the opposite ropes. Carol moves to the centre of the ring as Bash hits the cables. The strands give to the weight of the running wrestler and but as they are meant to they send Cindy racing back towards the awaiting Carol. The Paladin of Purpose catches the other brunette and lifts Bash up to chest level turning and slams Cindy into the unforgiving canvas. In position when they hit Carol stays atop Bash and hooks a leg for the first pinfall attempt of the match.
ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!
Cindy gets a hand on Carol’s face and shoves her away as she bucks her legs, breaking the pinning attempt. Cindy groans as she rolls towards the ring ropes away from Courage.
With nails undoubtedly seeking peepers, Carol counts herself lucky to still possess both chestnut browns after Cindy bucks and claws her way to freedom, the sharp sting none the less provoking an instinctive reaction to make some distance. Quickly recovering, the Amazonian brunette popping up to one knee following her near victory, Courage still finds herself, this time, too late to prevent her new Rival from retreating to the safety of the ropes.
The man in black in white, accustomed as he was to just about every member of the roster ignoring the rules of sanctuary the coils represented, turned sharply on the spot to warn Carol away... only for the warnings to die in his throat unsaid. Courage was already prepared to keep her distance, smiling lightly as she held up her palms without threat, clearly prepared to observe the rules as they were written.
“Relax Michael,” she nodded, the slight tilt of her head encouraging a stray strands of her proud curls to tickle her nose, “she can grab her breather, at least for as long as her pride allows her.” Carol backed off without retreating, her posture ready as she raised her hands and began clapping, the slow, rhythmic beat being taken up by the Cavalry and, soon enough, thousands of hands were banging to the beat of their confident heroine.
Cindy climbs up the ropes turning her back to the strands when she gains her feet. The Calvary being led in the clapping by Carol causes Bash to sneer, “The Sheep they are, or more like trained seals.” Cindy mockingly joins the applause before flipping Carol the middle finger. Bash pushes off the cables and circles around to her right; Courage joins her in the circle. The pair of brunette’s draw closer, both young women bringing their hands upwards and wiggling their fingers, challenge made and accepted as they were mere inches apart from locking up for a third round.
Only Bash had no intention of honouring their silent agreement, kicking out without warning and positively burying the wicked toe of her boot deep into the rigid, trim tummy of the girl called Courage. The Women of Wonder released an astonished and pained “GUFF!!” as her defences proved to be nonexistent, the specimen of athleticism folding forwards with a winded cry and only able to offer to the most symbolic of protests as Cindy grabbed her lowered noggin and JERKED her into a headlock.
A sharp swing backwards from Bash took her sailing towards the canvas and the momentum yanked the already unbalanced Carol right along with her, the crown of her head SPIKING into the canvas as she was planted with a swift and empathic DDT! The entirety of her divinely forged frame followed through the brain rattling impact, Courage spasming into a haphazard roll that took her over onto her back, the crowd favourite cradling her head and batting the heel of her right boot against the canvas.
The former Crusader sits up looking over her shoulder, “That’s how it’s done in Blacksburg Bytch!” Bash spins around on her toosh to face Carol, sliding her hand under Courage’s head she momentarily hides that she has a handful of the dark mane. Lifting her opponent, Cindy forces Carol up and walks her back to the near corner; the referee sees both the handful of hair and the move to the corner and warns Cindy. Bash releases the All American’s mane and proves it by flipping the referee the middle finger.
Not sure if Carol is still sufficiently dazed for what she has planned, Cindy sends a trio of knife edge chops to the Paladin’s chest and cleavage. The official orders Bash out of the corner, but Cindy is ahead of him as she pulls Carol’s arm away from its protective position across her bosom and whips her towards the opposite ropes. The Blacksburg Brawler takes off looking to splash Carol in the corner as she hits the turnbuckles.
Winded and dazed, Carol’s noggin made the smallest of lolling movements upon her shoulders as her peepers struggled to refocus, the severe chops across her open bosom bringing a wince to her classically carved features and managing to remind her of where she was. It wasn’t quite enough though, not as her wrist was seized and she was YANKED out of one corner and sent hurtling towards the other. Clarity returned about halfway across the canvas and, with reflexes honed from experience, she was at least able to turn herself about at the last moment, her momentum ending with a thud against turnbuckles between her shoulder blades and not her already sore torso.
It was still enough to rattle her entire frame, Carol’s arms whipping backwards over the top of uppermost coils as a grunt escaped her body and her powerful thighs conspired to tense and keep her upright. Bash followed a heartbeat after, proving the folly of such resilience as the Avalanche Splash made a mockery of the previous collision, Courage bodily crushed between the second brunette hardbody and the steel pillar to her back.
Physically there was little to separate the two young women, but as Carol shuddered with a soft groan, her body emptying of air as her head bopped back and forth, there seemed to be a world of it as the powerful frame of Courage momentarily ragdolled into putty as, with Cindy stepping backwards, the Maiden of Marvels flopped forwards into her new rivals welcoming arms.
Moving like a drunk dance couple Cindy leads Carol back out into the ring, Bash dips her hips shooting an arm between the long legs of the other brunette. The Courage Calvary upset with the recent turn of events boo and jeer the Blacksburg Brawler as she humps Carol up on to a shoulder. Bash shows some impressive strength holding her load aloft and turning to all sides of the ring, Cindy yells, “Ya’ll Rooting for the wrong Girl Dumbasses!” Carol tries wiggling free and dropping out the back, but Bash keeps a tight hold on her as she looks for a nice spot to deposit the bag on her shoulder.
On another night her showboating could have proven to be Cindy’s undoing, just as it had to done to more than one of Carol’s opponents this past year, but on this occasion Bash’s pride proves to be well founded. The efforts of Courage, as defiant as they were, only served to prove that did not yet possess the strength to break free as the Brunette domineeringly holding her aloft picked her spot. Seeing out the ‘surge’ of effort from her dazed rival to slip free, Cindy clamps a firm palm down across the back of her foes neck and, with a triumphant GRUNT!! whipped the inspirational hardbody up and over off her shoulder and sent her SLAMMING, spine and shoulders first, into the barely yielding plywood that made up the canvas.
Carol groooooaned as she bounced a good inch off the mat before settling, wincing in newly winded pain as her upper body arched, her long legs bent upwards at the knee as the Paladin of Power tensed in pain before slumping, her eyes of chestnut brown half fluttering as she tried to slowly roll over.
Throwing her head back Bash lets out a joyful howl as she bounces on the balls of her feet. The Blacksburg Brawler’s bravado looks to be well placed as she leaps over top the All American and comes crashing down across Carol, the SMACK of flesh against flesh as Courage jack knifes around the intruding brunette’s body. Cindy catches her legs and rolls up on to the crowd favourite’s chest and going for a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Carol bucks free, Cindy rolls away and scrambles to her feet first. The Redneck Girl turns running towards the ropes looking to come back and catch Carol with a Yakuza Kick to the head.
YAKUZA KICK:
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Courage could only claim to be upon one knee with any certainty by the time Bash returned, the second hardbody in the ring taking flight as she came charging, right leg snapping around and THUNKING!! a foots worth of boot leather into the temple of Carol. The Women of Wonder was sent spinning into a wild spiral that took her in a full, rapid one eighty spin and sent a worrisome shimmy through her incredible stems. Almost upended from that single, blistering blow, the shell shocked brunette tumbled into the closest ropes, her upper body collapsing across the middle coil and allowing herself some semblance of remaining upright.
The Calvary were clapping now, this time with worry, all of them keeping the same methodical beat without incentive from their heroine, doing so on this occasion in an effort to propel her into action. Clearly Carol could hear them, the brunette struggling with her every breadth to regain her footing...
Of more assistance was Cindy, forgoing the opportunity to further mock the Courage faithful in favour of zeroing in on her flagging opponent, roughly palming the back of the other young women’s neck and yanking her away from safety. Opting not to return the Paragon of Fair Plays favour from earlier, Bash ignored the sanctuary the coils should represent and bullied her wilting plaything towards centre canvas, further gutting the second brunette hardbody in the ring with a swift, savage kneelift to her rigid tummy. Satisfied that the limp limbed Carol was suitably tenderised, she...
Courage surged!! With a shout of sheer determination, the Paladin of Power shoved herself forwards, inhaling deeply after her war cry and shoved her shoulder deep into the astonished midriff of Bash, slamming free a guff of air and hupping the street fighter clean off her heels. Happening so fast that there was no time to process, Carol cupped a pair of incredible thighs, held on tight and lifted, vaulting the now furiously protesting Cindy up and over, midriff braced over one shoulder, the two rocking on the spot until Courage shouted again, this time whiplashing her unwilling cargo downwards towards the canvas with a brutal Spinebuster!!`
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Across her back and shoulders, Cindy was SPLATTERED into the mat, the plywood flexing with an ominous creak, the brunette absorbing the terrible impact, coughing and sputtering as she recoiled. With gritted teeth she rolled over, cradling the base of her spine as she cursed with gusto, determined to ride out the unexpected pain as she pushed up to hands and knees, the reversal in fortunes due to be a short one.
An actuality that seemed to be certain as Carol, following her burst of effort, was slow to recover, wearily shaking her head out with her curls bobbing, only just able to match her opponents pained arrival at vertical. It proved to a painfully long race, seeming to last much longer than in reality it did, but as close it was there seemed to be only one winner, Courage, struggling as she was, a full step behind her new rival.
The grimacing Cindy was pointing the wrong way, perhaps the one saving grace for the hopeful Cavalry watching, but knowing the position of the weak kneed Carol made such a predicament an ignorable one. Spinning on the spot, a snarl on her lips, the Brunette Brawler spun with her right arm extended, parting the air with the discuss clothesline that would separate even the most spirited of heads from shoulders!
Only the scythe didn’t connect, the reaper denied her due as Carol once again encouraged the faithful to whip up a fresh cheer as she ducked neatly below beheading impact. With the almighty swing and miss leaving a flummoxed Cindy heavily unbalanced, the Women of Wonder turned on the spot herself and ducked low, collecting the extended arm of her opponent and, with a huff of renewed effort, pulled, lifted and hupped a furiously squirming Bash up and across her shoulders, keeping her there by way of Fireman’s carry.
“You pack quite a punch Cindy, I’ll give you that,” was the only indulgence that Carol allowed herself before, setting her head down like a bull, she shot off into a short, two step sprint. “But so do I!” she finished, leaping forwards to the delight of the fans with her gorgeous package still secured, diving into a roll that not only SLAMMED Bash into the canvas, but also buried her beneath one hundred and thirty-five pounds of stunningly sculptured hardbody.
@2:30: ROLLING FIREMANS CARRY
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Bash GROOOOOOOAAAAANED as she was staked into the mat, recoiling with a puffing out of her cheeks before she guttered and slumped. Carol was quick to take advantage, rolling over to lay atop the gutted brawler, collecting a pair of powerful legs and rolling her opponent up into a tight pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
Bash CURSED as she bucked free, kicking out with her legs and refusing to be beaten, a shoulder following just barely a breath later, breaking the pinfall and forcing the match to continue.
The race was back on, only now Carol was better positioned, already up to one knee before Cindy had even begun her own ascent. The Cavalry were cheering, spurring her on as Courage found both of her feet, stamina returning as though it were being fed straight to her by way of good will from the audience; Bash now the opposite as...
Those closest to the action audibly gasped, those cries measured equally in sympathy and rage as, with viperous speed, Cindy shot up her right claw and LATCHED on TIGHT between Carol’s thighs and dug in DEEP about the other young women’s sex. The Maiden of Marvel’s own cry was silent as the Brawler grabbed hold and refused to release, the longest and quietest of mooooooans passing through Carols opened lips as fingers delved, wrenched and twisted with vindictive intent, driving paralysing agony throughout the entirety of her Amazonian physique.
“Just as I thought,” Cindy disdainfully mocked as she held on tight, pushing up onto one boot and, with a practiced flexing of fingers, drove several fresh pulses through her claw, forcing Courage to jerk and groan with barely audible exhales, “weak at the knees” Crippled whilst stood upright, there was little the Paragon of Fair Play could do as Bash found her feet, Carol’s head bowing ever so slowly as her lower lip quivered, every ounce of her will spared only to prevent herself from crying out.
With a tormenting hiss, Cindy finally released her paralysing grip, the moment she did so allowing her to recollect her wilting Rival back into her arms, a shimmy in the other women’s powerful thighs and a sigh upon her relieved lips. Front to front, Bash tucked her head beneath Carol’s right arm without interference, supporting the other young women about her waist as she took the other Hardbodies weight, scowling as she balled her claw into a fist and, with the entirety of one side hopelessly exposed to her, Cindy mercilessly DRILLED a vicious fist deep into a set of exposed ribs!!
Carol grunted and groaned from the fierce impact, her body recoiling and yet, caught as she was with her rivals embrace, there was nowhere to tumble. The All American Heroine was forced to endure it, impotently shuddering with hazel eyes shut as she moaned whilst Cindy, enjoying the sounds her opponent was making, piled on the pressure, jab after jab pummelling Courage’s ribcage and kidneys, softening the firm muscles and punting her victim up onto her tip toes with short, sharp, spasming jerks.
“Should have stayed away Bytch,” Bash snarled with a server curling of her lip, in her element now more than ever, “there’s no charity here!”
The FAWNatics, conditioned as they were to such spectacles, found themselves forced to count along, adding voice to the mounting disaster they were witnessing...
EIGHT!
NINE!!
TEN!!!
Cindy stopped, distinctly aware that the Official was about to ruin her fun over pointless objections concerning closed fists, as though such a thing was taboo in a god damned fight and, with the Hardbody she had secured tenderised to the point of surely no longer qualifying for the name, changed her tact. Dipping low she slapped her formally pummelling arm up hard between the thighs of the Paladin of Power, long legs of the beauty at her lack of mercy now all too willing to open and, with a grunt of effort she lifted, spun, and hupped Carol up across one shoulder, domineeringly carrying her cargo back towards centre ring for all to see.
With her spot picked, and a firm palm slapped hard across the back of Carol’s neck, she shrugged her shoulder and prepared to SLAM the Paladin of Power into the deck...
Just as she released even an ounce of pressure, Courage reversed the intended course and, with resolve steeled and pain repressed, she escaped her unwanted perch by dropping down to the canvas backwards, landing with a bump upon shaky feet and slipped in behind her flat footed rival. With a burst of determination, the pain in her ribs flaring, the Women of Wonder pounced upon her advantage for the scant seconds she would have it, the FAWNatics cheering as she thrust her arms beneath the shoulders of bash and, bringing her paws towards each other she laced her fingers together, a growl echoing by way of firm grunt as now it was her palms that slapped down hard across the back of an unwilling neck.
There had been the briefest of opportunities for Cindy to launch her own counter, but blinded by astonishment the moment had passed, and now the Full Nelson was locked in tight!!
Carol bore down as hard as she could, leaning in tight against the back of her rival as she shoved the brawlers noggin forwards, wrenching the fierce young women’s neck at such an angle that the point of her chin was pushed towards the cleft of her own bosom. Courage held on as Cindy continued to curse, Bash almost spitting her rage as her arms, braced above her own held were rendered both immobile and utterly impotent, fingers spasming as she fought impossibly for an escape, her entire frame jerking and quivering as Maiden of Marvels slowly drained her of power.
With her breathing laboured, and centred as she was in the middle of the ring, Cindy’s wild protests gradually diminished, powerful shoulders bled numb and her mounting insults reduced to vile murmurings, the Cavalry in attendance spurring her on to give up. Bash refused to relent, no matter the pressure poured down against her, her knees shimmying and arms limp, her lips circled open as her eyes fluttered shut.
Such as it was, Carol was not aiming for submission, and those in the audience who were truly faithful knew that this was but a precursor. Courage had been busy during her absence and, during the year she had spent away, she had learned a new trick, one that had won her a World Title and empowered her to retain it for seven long months of glory. This may have appeared to be a devastating Full Nelson, it was in reality... Time to Reflect!!
TIME TO REFLECT
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Satisfied that not only was her opponent ready, but so was she, Carol inhaled one last, determined breath before she popped her knees and, proving her Hardbody billing, lifted all of Cindy’s one hundred and thirty-four pounds high into the air, Full Nelson still locked in place. With Bash reaching her flights apex, Carol released the pressure with her right arm and pivoted her burden about, aiding Cindy in her descent back towards the canvas and, with her already punished back now exposed to the mat, SLAMMED her spine first into the barely yielding plywood!!
With the completion of her new Finisher executed without blemish, the street fighter she had subjected to it upon her return to FAWN emptied the entirety of her lungs with an explosion of air, grunting as she was released and flopping out into a wide starfish. Courage threw herself across the splattered Bash and hooked both of the young women’s legs, rolling her new rival up onto a tight ball, the All American Heroine diving upon a valuable victory!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
The FAWNatics exploded and Carol sighed with relief, both thankful and sore as she immediately released her opponent’s long legs and leaving her be. With a smile in place that was endearing, Carol was back up on her knees, her inhales deep as she knelt there exhausted, sheeted in sweat and glowing in exertion. And yet somehow she looked all the better for it, triumphant and inspiring, victorious and humble. With the help of the man in black and white she was able to find her feet again and, for a few moments, the zebra raised her hand in victory as the announcer made it official.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by way of Pinfall, the Women of Wonder, CAROL! COURAGE!!”
The Cavalry were cheering and Carol was smiling, nodding in recognition and thanks of their support, the formally smallest girl in school standing triumphant as s fully fledged Amazon. Much to the surprise (though hardly dislike) of the Official, she grasped him in a firm hug, moving on far faster than he probably would have liked before she made a B-Line towards the nearest corner. With a quick climb she made the second turnbuckle and pointed out into the crowd, everyone in that vague direction certain that she was picking out them. A renewed and proud smile in place she removed both her elbow pads and, with mighty throws, hurled them out into the masses without hesitation, a few more mementos handed out this evening for those who were lucky.
Finding the hard camera she turned her attention towards it, pointing towards those watching at home and clapping, applauding FAWN’s supporters even as she was lauded by them. Motioning to her tummy, she made one last statement, the universal wrestling sign for ‘Belt’ which the Cavalry heartily approved of.
Tonight had been great, but tomorrow would be better.