Post by SammieSinclair on Mar 8, 2015 21:53:21 GMT
Five quick clangs of the bell signals the thousands-strong crowd to pay heed to the ring announcer. He brings the microphone up to his mouth and proclaims, “Introducing first, standing five feet, three inches and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, from Charlotte, North Carolina….she…is…CHARLOTTE COLLLLLLLLLLLLLES!”
Charlotte Coles...
The strains of “Pretty in Pink” by the Psychedelic Furs fill the arena air as the curtain atop the rip parts, and out half-skips Charlotte Coles. Beaming a smile, the Coquette of the Queen City is clad in her new ring togs: a pink one-piece with plunging neckline and white trim, and matching ankle boots. She brushes her fingertips against as many of the outstretched hands as she can, her blonde hair flowing as she giddily bounds down the aisleway to the ring.
Her eyes catch a sign held aloft by a fan: CC’S PRETTY IN PINK! She blushes a tad at the double entendre, and continues to make her way down to the ring. Climbing the steps and slipping between the ropes, she sprints in a wide circle, raising her arms to acknowledge the cheers of the fans.
Taking her place in one corner, she grabs the top ropes and does some last minute stretches, trying to work off a little of her nervous energy so that she’s isn’t over-anxious going into the match itself. After all of this time in FAWN, she still has butterflies in her tummy before every fight.
With the Pink Lady of FAWN situated in the squared circle, the ring announcer brings the mic up and announces, “And her opponent…”
Before he can conclude, Inner Circle's "Bad Boys" pumps from the speakers, the stunned crowd rising as one to welcome home with boos and jeers aplenty FAWN’s One Woman Riot Squad.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4MRmEPNUxY )
And sure enough, the woman who was supposed to protect and serve pushes through the curtain and paused at the top of the ramp, the beautifully exotic-looking brunette enjoying the stunned looks on the FAWNatics.
The announcer calls over the woman’s anthem…” hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s remaining standard bearer for true Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Stephanie Rocker...
Hands on her hips, the now Sergeant Rocker, Stephanie having been promoted in her time away, scans the crowd. She zeroes in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few notes in a poised pad. The former blonde battler has gone to her more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights. She turns her attention to the ring and the pink perp within and heads down the ramp toward her person of interest.
Rocker is clad in familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was mostly sheathed by the black-leather trenchcoat she wore over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of gam and belly to get the ne’er-do-wells getting their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, Rocker sporting a gun-belt around her hips--and though there's no gun to be seen, a nightstick IS visible, as are a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomps up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker went to work on the gun-belt laying it neatly in her corner if her perp got a little too unruly.
With the ring of the bell, she turns her attention back to Charlotte, circling out of her corner as Coles does the same.
Whereas Rocker exuded stoic composure, Coles was tense with anticipation. Predictably, the young blonde made the first move, lunging in for a lock-up. The badged beauty met her, and after a few moments of struggle, Rocker roughly pushed her opponent back. The Pink Lady backpedaled a few stumbled steps, and then with a scowl of determination, she rushed back at the brunette.
This time, however, the guileful gendarme drops suddenly to the mat, snares her onrushing opponent’s ankles with her own legs, and drops Coles face-first, leaving the Carolina cutie to kiss canvas. And before the blonde can react, she finds herself flipped upwards and staring at the arena ceiling, courtesy of a surfboard hold. Charlotte whines in distress as she’s held aloft, her full weight coming down painfully on her shoulders and thighs.
Time is the Pink Princess’s ally however, as the physical effort to keep her adversary held aloft begins to take its toll on Stephanie. Not wanting to risk draining herself of power in the hope that her foe would submit, Rocker releases the hold, tossing Coles to her side and quickly rolling up to a crouch.
With a soft groan, Charlotte pushes herself up to all fours, then starts to massage her left shoulder with her right hand as she rises up to her feet. Unfortunately for her, this leaves her fully exposed, and the sultry SWAT teamer makes the most of the opportunity; lunging forward, she drives her shoulder into the PTAer’s tummy, spearing her as she drives her back to the mat. Coles lands with a breathy grunt, but surprises all by instantly retaliating. Bringing her legs up, she snaps them shut around Rocker’s waist, twisting her to the side and cranking up the pressure. For the brunette, it feels very nearly as if she’s being cut in two by a pair of very strong, very blunt scissors.
For the first time in the match, Rocker does not appear quite so invincibly unstoppable. All the same, she’s hardly in an inescapable position. Taking a few moments to evaluate her options, she chooses the FAWNiest available. Reaching toward her rival, Stephanie clamps her hands down upon Charlotte’s pert breasts, her steely fingers kneading them as if she were at a taffy pull. Coles shrieks in shock and pain, her legs flying open as she thrashes, frantic to pry her tormentor’s hands away from her modest girls.
Totally disregarding playing good cop, Sergeant Rocker yanks away as if Coles is concealing a weapon not inside her top but inside her skin. Rocker rises and tugs Charlotte with her, by those nasty handholds, the lids over the baby blues of the Pink Lady squeezed tight as she bites her ruby-hued bottom lip.
Stephanie bullies the PTAer into a backpedal, grips still in place, Coles only halted when her back hits the ropes. It’s there Rocker transfers her grip to a wrist and flings the blonde on her way with an Irish Whip. Charlotte races across the squared circle and rebounds toward the charging constable. Rocker leaps, lifting her right knee as she does and the bony joint collides with Coles’ chin. Charlotte pirouettes away from the impact, spinning herself into the deck until she sits in a dazed jumble.
Blazing blue eyes suddenly glassy, Charlotte’s head bobbles until Rocker collects the blonde’s braincase. The Sarge tugs Coles to her feet but, with a ¾ facelock locked, quickly places her back down with a snap mare. Charlotte lands on her tush, the derriere no doubt joining the color of her gear. With a pained Coles reaching for her tailbone, Stephanie tears off for the cables in front of her foe, making a 180 at the strands and leaping into a dropkick to the Pink Lady’s chest, sending Charlotte THUMPING to the canvas, laid horizontal, the back of Coles’ head banging against the deck.
Delighting in her return to FAWN and having a whole ton of fun beating down her pathetic perp, Rocker grabs Charlotte’s ankles and spreads the legs high and wide. Coles’ eyes, big and beautiful under normal circumstances, nearly bulge out of their sockets. She waves her hands plaintively.
“Please, sir. I mean ma’am. I’m innocent,” Coles implores.
“No such thing,” the Sarge informs before SLAMMING her right boot into Coles’ crotch with impunity. As a mewling Charlotte cradles into a tight ball, hands deep between her clenching thighs, Stephanie takes a trip around the ring, eyeing the front rows suspiciously, offhandedly running through her mind who’ll be in the pokey before the year is up. Hell, the night.
“It’s a whole new police force these days, ladies and gentlemen,” Stephanie shouts while she points over her shoulder at the suffering Charlotte. “And I’m going to use this little princess to prove you’re all safest if you do exactly what I say at all times.”
The crowd vehemently disagrees with the Sergeant, booing her boisterously. The dark-haired Angeleno doesn’t seem enthralled with the response and she returns to Coles, grabbing the blonde’s ankles and spreading them wide once more.
The aching Charlotte pleads and whether Rocker takes mercy is debatable, but she keeps it a little more legal if still painful by leaping into the air and slamming her legs down on Charlotte’s while widening the limbs of the Pink Lady, testing the groin muscles of the PTAer.
Coles yelps as she sits up, reaching for her inner thighs. Slowly, she recedes to the deck, massaging the aching musculature. As she works at the new knots, Stephanie strides to the nearest set of buckles and up the cop climbs. Turning, she measures the juncture of Charlotte’s thighs. Leaping, Rocker becomes a missile, her forehead leading the way toward Charlotte’s crotch for yet more torture of her culprit’s kitty.
But with Stephanie halfway to providing more punishment for her foe’s crimes, Coles rolls back and onto her shoulders, leaving nothing but empty canvas for the plummeting policewoman. Rocker’s head THUMPS into the canvas with the sound of a ripe melon, her noggin snapping back from the vicious impact. And as the dazed Sergeant settles, Coles rolls out of her self-induced cradle, her ivory stems landing on either side of the tawny face of the brunette.
Grabbing a handful of dark locks, Charlotte tugs Stephanie’s face off the canvas, lifting her head a few inches so she can slip her legs around, Rocker’s chin placed lightly on the still searing undercarriage of the blonde.
Charlotte winces noticeably as the bleary-eyed Rocker features are snuggled up to her trunks, her sinewy legs wrapping around the back of the Sarge’s braincase in a familiar figure of four. With the legs locking in place, the PTAer clenches her lower limbs tightly, the pressure bringing a look of realization and anxiety to Rocker’s face for the first time tonight. Stephanie fruitlessly wrests at Coles’ gams, twisting her head the little she can.
For her part, Coles’ face shows the tension of her efforts as she tries to her best to squeeze the senses right out of Rocker, making the cop’s return to the ring memorable in a way she never imagined, ending an unconscious heap. And as far as the FAWNatics are concerned, if she isn’t willing to protect and serve, that’s just what she deserves.
Stephanie’s face begins to flush, her lids fluttering over deep dark eyes, but the cop isn’t done yet. Able to rise to her knees, lifting Coles’ lower end as she does, Rocker ‘walks’ her way forward and stacks Charlotte on her shoulders. The referee slides into position and slaps the mat for ONE…TWO…the Pink Lady gives up her slumber-inducing scissors to stay in the match. Coles unhooks her legs and rolls away while a punchy Rocker flops to her back and stares blankly at the rafters, shaking some of her senses back into place.
Unwilling to let the little pink princess take any liberties, Stephanie forces her way up only a second behind Coles. But her wild haymaker is easily ducked by the PTAer. Charlotte slides by the swing-and-miss and reaches back over her right shoulder to surround the cranium of the cop with her arms. Hooking her laced hands under the chin of Stephanie, Coles pulls the back of her foe’s head down tight to that shoulder and drops to the deck.
When pink-clad bum meets canvas, the Sarge’s neck is tested brutally. It snaps backward and forward in quick succession leaving Rocker splayed behind the Pink Lady, cradling her upper vertebrae as she lolls on her side, cursing a blue streak, but able to do little else.
And before the plastered peacekeeper can gather her wits, she finds her legs grasped, and an instant later she is catapulted up for forward, courtesy of a slingshot. She lands with a thud, skidding across the canvas. Scampering back up, the pink pixie wastes no time, flinging herself atop her face-down opponent. Wrapping her right arm across Rocker’s throat as she lays astraddle upon her back, Charlotte dares allow herself a glimmering thought.
She gives voice to that thought in a tone that mixes joy with astonishment: “I…I’m winning. I’m winning!
A heartbeat later, Stephanie gives a bellow of fury and, with a grunting effort, rises first to her hands and knees, and then up to her feet…all the while, Coles upon her back, legs wrapped around the brunette’s waist. “Hey! Stay down!” she snaps in exasperation, not fully accepting her precarious predicament. She’s taught the error of her shortsightedness seconds later, as corybantic constable blindly hurls herself backward, until Charlotte’s spine collides rather painfully with the thinly-padded turnbuckle.
Stalking out of the corner still bearing her load, Rocker repeats the move, and again Coles is slammed into the corner with all of the force which her opponent can muster. Still, she struggles to keep her chokehold in place, hoping to overcome the brunette quickly. However, after a third collision, the blonde can no longer maintain her hold, and she slides down her adversary’s back, arms draped over the top ropes to keep herself erect, as her legs seem incapable of the task at the moment.
Whirling around, Stephanie delivers five cracking chops to Charlotte’s chest, leaving her wide-eyed and gasping for air. But she finds the breath give out a squeal as Rocker rips her out of the corner, wraps her arms around the Carolina cutie’s waist, and hoists her up so as to spin her 180 degrees, with the pink perp’s noggin aimed south and her admittedly shapely stems pointed to the rafters. With authority, Stephanie then slams Coles once again into the corner, this time hooking her knees over the upper cables to leave her hanging in a Tree of Woe.
Stepping back, the brunette badge-bearer narrows her eyes into wrathful slits and intones in a voice that will brook no argument, “You have the right to remain silent. I just don’t think you’ll have the ability.” To punctuate her prophecy, she gives her knuckles a severe crack, and then she advances upon her adversary.
Giving the opposite digits a similar craaaack, Sgt. Rocker laces the fingers into a double axhandle, raises her arms high and asks the Pink Lady to lay face down, flat on the canvas, and put her hands behind her head. When, unsurprisingly, Charlotte is unable to do so, the Angeleno SLAMS her fists into the crotch of Coles. The blonde wails in agony, every muscle going taut from the waves of pain emanating for her upturned junk.
“I’m warning you, ma’am. Please follow my instructions or I will have to ‘taze’ you.”
Apparently, with a new signature named and Charlotte still unable to climb out of the Tree, Stephanie THUMPS her joined fists down again. Coles’ baby blues cross as she can only manage a high-pitched ‘eep’ after the second blow to her ‘down under’. A very slender silver lining emerges when the force of the impact sends Coles tumbling out of her trap, ending in a mewling ball at the cop’s boots.
“Are you going to start listening to my order, ma’am? If not, I’m going to have to treat you as hostile and resisting arrest.”
Rocker sends her tines into the flaxen locks of the turtled Charlotte and Stephanie pulls Coles out of her shell. The blonde remains hunched over when her boot soles reach the canvas. And both the Sarge and the crowd can feel Coles’ will to fight slipping away after the brutal low blows. Rocker pats the big-eyed blonde on the crown of her head.
“If you didn’t resist, I wouldn’t have to lay down the law with the order,” Stephanie informs. She grabs a wrist of the Pink Lady and pivots, sending Charlotte off with an Irish whip. Coles’ running style is unique to say the least, the crotch-blasted blonde bow-legged in her strides to the cables. She bounces back toward Rocker who’s already on the move, racing toward her.
The gorgeous constable launches with her right leg raised high and her knee CRASHES into Charlotte’s chin, spinning the pink-clad beauty into a dazed pirouette, big blue eyes glazed over. Somehow, Coles remains upright and Rocker takes advantage with another punt to her privates lifting the blonde to tiptoes, her eyes rolling white, lower lip sent into a quiver before a forearm to her back doubles her over.
Snatching up the debilitated Charlotte with double underhooks, Sgt. Rocker locks her fingers in the small of her foe’s back.
“Time to protect and serve these people by giving you your Mug Shot.”
Rocker reels Charlotte off the deck, flipping the blonde forward so she’s overturned, then sits out, sending Coles the way she came, driving her foe’s face and chest into the deck with emphasis.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26m_QUadLhI )
With the Pink Lady properly pacified by LA’s finest, Sgt. Rocker shovels the ragdoll to her back and climbs aboard in a straddling schoolgirl press, Cole’s face framed by the Stephanie’s tawny thighs.
The ref slides down to make a count that could have gone on for one hundred, the man stopping after ONE…TWO…THREE.
Rocker remains planted in place on her haunches and Charlotte’s chest, enjoying the view of the shellshocked and kitty-crunched Coles.
She grabs the blonde by her mane and pulls Charlotte’s head back, baring her neck, the ring announcer making things official as she poses on her prey.
“Your winner…by pinfall…Sergeant Stephanie Rocker.”
The jeers cascade throughout the arena as Stephanie rises and places a boot on Charlotte’s heaving chest.
“It’s well past time for a return to law and order in FAWN and this time I’M BOTH.”
Charlotte Coles...
The strains of “Pretty in Pink” by the Psychedelic Furs fill the arena air as the curtain atop the rip parts, and out half-skips Charlotte Coles. Beaming a smile, the Coquette of the Queen City is clad in her new ring togs: a pink one-piece with plunging neckline and white trim, and matching ankle boots. She brushes her fingertips against as many of the outstretched hands as she can, her blonde hair flowing as she giddily bounds down the aisleway to the ring.
Her eyes catch a sign held aloft by a fan: CC’S PRETTY IN PINK! She blushes a tad at the double entendre, and continues to make her way down to the ring. Climbing the steps and slipping between the ropes, she sprints in a wide circle, raising her arms to acknowledge the cheers of the fans.
Taking her place in one corner, she grabs the top ropes and does some last minute stretches, trying to work off a little of her nervous energy so that she’s isn’t over-anxious going into the match itself. After all of this time in FAWN, she still has butterflies in her tummy before every fight.
With the Pink Lady of FAWN situated in the squared circle, the ring announcer brings the mic up and announces, “And her opponent…”
Before he can conclude, Inner Circle's "Bad Boys" pumps from the speakers, the stunned crowd rising as one to welcome home with boos and jeers aplenty FAWN’s One Woman Riot Squad.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4MRmEPNUxY )
And sure enough, the woman who was supposed to protect and serve pushes through the curtain and paused at the top of the ramp, the beautifully exotic-looking brunette enjoying the stunned looks on the FAWNatics.
The announcer calls over the woman’s anthem…” hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s remaining standard bearer for true Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Stephanie Rocker...
Hands on her hips, the now Sergeant Rocker, Stephanie having been promoted in her time away, scans the crowd. She zeroes in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few notes in a poised pad. The former blonde battler has gone to her more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights. She turns her attention to the ring and the pink perp within and heads down the ramp toward her person of interest.
Rocker is clad in familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was mostly sheathed by the black-leather trenchcoat she wore over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of gam and belly to get the ne’er-do-wells getting their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, Rocker sporting a gun-belt around her hips--and though there's no gun to be seen, a nightstick IS visible, as are a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomps up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker went to work on the gun-belt laying it neatly in her corner if her perp got a little too unruly.
With the ring of the bell, she turns her attention back to Charlotte, circling out of her corner as Coles does the same.
Whereas Rocker exuded stoic composure, Coles was tense with anticipation. Predictably, the young blonde made the first move, lunging in for a lock-up. The badged beauty met her, and after a few moments of struggle, Rocker roughly pushed her opponent back. The Pink Lady backpedaled a few stumbled steps, and then with a scowl of determination, she rushed back at the brunette.
This time, however, the guileful gendarme drops suddenly to the mat, snares her onrushing opponent’s ankles with her own legs, and drops Coles face-first, leaving the Carolina cutie to kiss canvas. And before the blonde can react, she finds herself flipped upwards and staring at the arena ceiling, courtesy of a surfboard hold. Charlotte whines in distress as she’s held aloft, her full weight coming down painfully on her shoulders and thighs.
Time is the Pink Princess’s ally however, as the physical effort to keep her adversary held aloft begins to take its toll on Stephanie. Not wanting to risk draining herself of power in the hope that her foe would submit, Rocker releases the hold, tossing Coles to her side and quickly rolling up to a crouch.
With a soft groan, Charlotte pushes herself up to all fours, then starts to massage her left shoulder with her right hand as she rises up to her feet. Unfortunately for her, this leaves her fully exposed, and the sultry SWAT teamer makes the most of the opportunity; lunging forward, she drives her shoulder into the PTAer’s tummy, spearing her as she drives her back to the mat. Coles lands with a breathy grunt, but surprises all by instantly retaliating. Bringing her legs up, she snaps them shut around Rocker’s waist, twisting her to the side and cranking up the pressure. For the brunette, it feels very nearly as if she’s being cut in two by a pair of very strong, very blunt scissors.
For the first time in the match, Rocker does not appear quite so invincibly unstoppable. All the same, she’s hardly in an inescapable position. Taking a few moments to evaluate her options, she chooses the FAWNiest available. Reaching toward her rival, Stephanie clamps her hands down upon Charlotte’s pert breasts, her steely fingers kneading them as if she were at a taffy pull. Coles shrieks in shock and pain, her legs flying open as she thrashes, frantic to pry her tormentor’s hands away from her modest girls.
Totally disregarding playing good cop, Sergeant Rocker yanks away as if Coles is concealing a weapon not inside her top but inside her skin. Rocker rises and tugs Charlotte with her, by those nasty handholds, the lids over the baby blues of the Pink Lady squeezed tight as she bites her ruby-hued bottom lip.
Stephanie bullies the PTAer into a backpedal, grips still in place, Coles only halted when her back hits the ropes. It’s there Rocker transfers her grip to a wrist and flings the blonde on her way with an Irish Whip. Charlotte races across the squared circle and rebounds toward the charging constable. Rocker leaps, lifting her right knee as she does and the bony joint collides with Coles’ chin. Charlotte pirouettes away from the impact, spinning herself into the deck until she sits in a dazed jumble.
Blazing blue eyes suddenly glassy, Charlotte’s head bobbles until Rocker collects the blonde’s braincase. The Sarge tugs Coles to her feet but, with a ¾ facelock locked, quickly places her back down with a snap mare. Charlotte lands on her tush, the derriere no doubt joining the color of her gear. With a pained Coles reaching for her tailbone, Stephanie tears off for the cables in front of her foe, making a 180 at the strands and leaping into a dropkick to the Pink Lady’s chest, sending Charlotte THUMPING to the canvas, laid horizontal, the back of Coles’ head banging against the deck.
Delighting in her return to FAWN and having a whole ton of fun beating down her pathetic perp, Rocker grabs Charlotte’s ankles and spreads the legs high and wide. Coles’ eyes, big and beautiful under normal circumstances, nearly bulge out of their sockets. She waves her hands plaintively.
“Please, sir. I mean ma’am. I’m innocent,” Coles implores.
“No such thing,” the Sarge informs before SLAMMING her right boot into Coles’ crotch with impunity. As a mewling Charlotte cradles into a tight ball, hands deep between her clenching thighs, Stephanie takes a trip around the ring, eyeing the front rows suspiciously, offhandedly running through her mind who’ll be in the pokey before the year is up. Hell, the night.
“It’s a whole new police force these days, ladies and gentlemen,” Stephanie shouts while she points over her shoulder at the suffering Charlotte. “And I’m going to use this little princess to prove you’re all safest if you do exactly what I say at all times.”
The crowd vehemently disagrees with the Sergeant, booing her boisterously. The dark-haired Angeleno doesn’t seem enthralled with the response and she returns to Coles, grabbing the blonde’s ankles and spreading them wide once more.
The aching Charlotte pleads and whether Rocker takes mercy is debatable, but she keeps it a little more legal if still painful by leaping into the air and slamming her legs down on Charlotte’s while widening the limbs of the Pink Lady, testing the groin muscles of the PTAer.
Coles yelps as she sits up, reaching for her inner thighs. Slowly, she recedes to the deck, massaging the aching musculature. As she works at the new knots, Stephanie strides to the nearest set of buckles and up the cop climbs. Turning, she measures the juncture of Charlotte’s thighs. Leaping, Rocker becomes a missile, her forehead leading the way toward Charlotte’s crotch for yet more torture of her culprit’s kitty.
But with Stephanie halfway to providing more punishment for her foe’s crimes, Coles rolls back and onto her shoulders, leaving nothing but empty canvas for the plummeting policewoman. Rocker’s head THUMPS into the canvas with the sound of a ripe melon, her noggin snapping back from the vicious impact. And as the dazed Sergeant settles, Coles rolls out of her self-induced cradle, her ivory stems landing on either side of the tawny face of the brunette.
Grabbing a handful of dark locks, Charlotte tugs Stephanie’s face off the canvas, lifting her head a few inches so she can slip her legs around, Rocker’s chin placed lightly on the still searing undercarriage of the blonde.
Charlotte winces noticeably as the bleary-eyed Rocker features are snuggled up to her trunks, her sinewy legs wrapping around the back of the Sarge’s braincase in a familiar figure of four. With the legs locking in place, the PTAer clenches her lower limbs tightly, the pressure bringing a look of realization and anxiety to Rocker’s face for the first time tonight. Stephanie fruitlessly wrests at Coles’ gams, twisting her head the little she can.
For her part, Coles’ face shows the tension of her efforts as she tries to her best to squeeze the senses right out of Rocker, making the cop’s return to the ring memorable in a way she never imagined, ending an unconscious heap. And as far as the FAWNatics are concerned, if she isn’t willing to protect and serve, that’s just what she deserves.
Stephanie’s face begins to flush, her lids fluttering over deep dark eyes, but the cop isn’t done yet. Able to rise to her knees, lifting Coles’ lower end as she does, Rocker ‘walks’ her way forward and stacks Charlotte on her shoulders. The referee slides into position and slaps the mat for ONE…TWO…the Pink Lady gives up her slumber-inducing scissors to stay in the match. Coles unhooks her legs and rolls away while a punchy Rocker flops to her back and stares blankly at the rafters, shaking some of her senses back into place.
Unwilling to let the little pink princess take any liberties, Stephanie forces her way up only a second behind Coles. But her wild haymaker is easily ducked by the PTAer. Charlotte slides by the swing-and-miss and reaches back over her right shoulder to surround the cranium of the cop with her arms. Hooking her laced hands under the chin of Stephanie, Coles pulls the back of her foe’s head down tight to that shoulder and drops to the deck.
When pink-clad bum meets canvas, the Sarge’s neck is tested brutally. It snaps backward and forward in quick succession leaving Rocker splayed behind the Pink Lady, cradling her upper vertebrae as she lolls on her side, cursing a blue streak, but able to do little else.
And before the plastered peacekeeper can gather her wits, she finds her legs grasped, and an instant later she is catapulted up for forward, courtesy of a slingshot. She lands with a thud, skidding across the canvas. Scampering back up, the pink pixie wastes no time, flinging herself atop her face-down opponent. Wrapping her right arm across Rocker’s throat as she lays astraddle upon her back, Charlotte dares allow herself a glimmering thought.
She gives voice to that thought in a tone that mixes joy with astonishment: “I…I’m winning. I’m winning!
A heartbeat later, Stephanie gives a bellow of fury and, with a grunting effort, rises first to her hands and knees, and then up to her feet…all the while, Coles upon her back, legs wrapped around the brunette’s waist. “Hey! Stay down!” she snaps in exasperation, not fully accepting her precarious predicament. She’s taught the error of her shortsightedness seconds later, as corybantic constable blindly hurls herself backward, until Charlotte’s spine collides rather painfully with the thinly-padded turnbuckle.
Stalking out of the corner still bearing her load, Rocker repeats the move, and again Coles is slammed into the corner with all of the force which her opponent can muster. Still, she struggles to keep her chokehold in place, hoping to overcome the brunette quickly. However, after a third collision, the blonde can no longer maintain her hold, and she slides down her adversary’s back, arms draped over the top ropes to keep herself erect, as her legs seem incapable of the task at the moment.
Whirling around, Stephanie delivers five cracking chops to Charlotte’s chest, leaving her wide-eyed and gasping for air. But she finds the breath give out a squeal as Rocker rips her out of the corner, wraps her arms around the Carolina cutie’s waist, and hoists her up so as to spin her 180 degrees, with the pink perp’s noggin aimed south and her admittedly shapely stems pointed to the rafters. With authority, Stephanie then slams Coles once again into the corner, this time hooking her knees over the upper cables to leave her hanging in a Tree of Woe.
Stepping back, the brunette badge-bearer narrows her eyes into wrathful slits and intones in a voice that will brook no argument, “You have the right to remain silent. I just don’t think you’ll have the ability.” To punctuate her prophecy, she gives her knuckles a severe crack, and then she advances upon her adversary.
Giving the opposite digits a similar craaaack, Sgt. Rocker laces the fingers into a double axhandle, raises her arms high and asks the Pink Lady to lay face down, flat on the canvas, and put her hands behind her head. When, unsurprisingly, Charlotte is unable to do so, the Angeleno SLAMS her fists into the crotch of Coles. The blonde wails in agony, every muscle going taut from the waves of pain emanating for her upturned junk.
“I’m warning you, ma’am. Please follow my instructions or I will have to ‘taze’ you.”
Apparently, with a new signature named and Charlotte still unable to climb out of the Tree, Stephanie THUMPS her joined fists down again. Coles’ baby blues cross as she can only manage a high-pitched ‘eep’ after the second blow to her ‘down under’. A very slender silver lining emerges when the force of the impact sends Coles tumbling out of her trap, ending in a mewling ball at the cop’s boots.
“Are you going to start listening to my order, ma’am? If not, I’m going to have to treat you as hostile and resisting arrest.”
Rocker sends her tines into the flaxen locks of the turtled Charlotte and Stephanie pulls Coles out of her shell. The blonde remains hunched over when her boot soles reach the canvas. And both the Sarge and the crowd can feel Coles’ will to fight slipping away after the brutal low blows. Rocker pats the big-eyed blonde on the crown of her head.
“If you didn’t resist, I wouldn’t have to lay down the law with the order,” Stephanie informs. She grabs a wrist of the Pink Lady and pivots, sending Charlotte off with an Irish whip. Coles’ running style is unique to say the least, the crotch-blasted blonde bow-legged in her strides to the cables. She bounces back toward Rocker who’s already on the move, racing toward her.
The gorgeous constable launches with her right leg raised high and her knee CRASHES into Charlotte’s chin, spinning the pink-clad beauty into a dazed pirouette, big blue eyes glazed over. Somehow, Coles remains upright and Rocker takes advantage with another punt to her privates lifting the blonde to tiptoes, her eyes rolling white, lower lip sent into a quiver before a forearm to her back doubles her over.
Snatching up the debilitated Charlotte with double underhooks, Sgt. Rocker locks her fingers in the small of her foe’s back.
“Time to protect and serve these people by giving you your Mug Shot.”
Rocker reels Charlotte off the deck, flipping the blonde forward so she’s overturned, then sits out, sending Coles the way she came, driving her foe’s face and chest into the deck with emphasis.
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With the Pink Lady properly pacified by LA’s finest, Sgt. Rocker shovels the ragdoll to her back and climbs aboard in a straddling schoolgirl press, Cole’s face framed by the Stephanie’s tawny thighs.
The ref slides down to make a count that could have gone on for one hundred, the man stopping after ONE…TWO…THREE.
Rocker remains planted in place on her haunches and Charlotte’s chest, enjoying the view of the shellshocked and kitty-crunched Coles.
She grabs the blonde by her mane and pulls Charlotte’s head back, baring her neck, the ring announcer making things official as she poses on her prey.
“Your winner…by pinfall…Sergeant Stephanie Rocker.”
The jeers cascade throughout the arena as Stephanie rises and places a boot on Charlotte’s heaving chest.
“It’s well past time for a return to law and order in FAWN and this time I’M BOTH.”
