Post by alyadmirer on Jun 9, 2015 21:19:45 GMT
The FAWNatics had just returned to their seats after the last match, most of them still clamouring about the action when the sound system popped to life.
YOU’RE GOING DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLrxT8Vu978
CINDY BASH:
Cindy Bash was dressed for battle as stormed through the curtain and headed to the ring. The bikini top was a combination of black and white, the cups were 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 connected to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
Black hair pulled back loose over her shoulders, the Blacksburg native marched to the ring while paying no attention to the jeers and catcalls sent her way. The brunette had bounced around from tagging with her twin sister, to being member of the Crusade, to being out on her own, the only thing that hadn’t changed was her wicked mean streak.
Cindy gave her backside a wiggle as she climbed up on to the apron and stood, Bash looked across the ring out into the crowd before dipping between the ropes and making her way to her corner. Merle the youngest of FAWN referee’s tried checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash would have none of the man touching her. Finally he gave up if only because the outfit covered so little it was highly unlikely she’d secreted any weapons on her person. With Cindy giving the FAWNatics what for, the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Currently in the ring, hailing from Blacksburg, Virginia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty four pounds… CINDY BASH!”
Bash grabbed the top rope and leaned forward to stretch her arms, then dipped down to loosen her legs. While she limbered her body she did the same with her mind, Bash thinking about the hardcase lurking on the other side of the ring. How she’d spiked that hardcase on her pretty little head the first time they fought. And how goddamned much she was going to enjoy doing it all over again here in the next few minutes.
Bash was in the midst of trolling the floor seat fans when the arena went dark. Knowing their heroine was close, those loyal to the Dragon raised lighters or phones in tribute. Their gifts were soon joined by flickering strobe lights and the staccato introduction of Street Sweeper Social Club’s ’Clap For The Killers’. Pocketing their phones to better clap along, Autumn’s fans let loose with a ’FEAR THE DRAGON!’ chant when Gaijin Extraordinaire appeared on stage.
CLAP FOR THE KILLERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=el_yvuqJtY0
From his place beside the Announcer proclaimed, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Dragon of Tokyo, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Calm and collected like only she could be, the Joshi Phenom wore a jett black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several blood red slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless crimson gloves that reached to just below her elbows. Shifting from Zen-like tranquility to a fury of kinetic energy in the blink of an eye, Sammain fired half a dozen lighting fast punches, then followed up with several more kicks, the last of which cut through the air like a particularly limber guillotine. Shredding the air with her war cry when the kata was over, Autumn started toward the ring and her second go-round with the Virginia Creeper.
Ignoring the hands and signs despite the near universal show of support, Autumn cleared the aisle, stormed up the steps and hopped over the top rope without saying so much as a word. It was only when she’d claimed the center of the squared circle that she balled her left hand into a fist and shot it high into the air. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of red and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “HOLD ON TO SOME OF THOSE!” she called to the crowd. “THIS CHICK’S GONNA NEED SOME BANDAGES WHEN I’M DONE!”
Cheers of delight from the crowd, who stayed hot for the Dragon even after she’d strode to her corner to offer up her knees, elbows and boots for final inspection from Merle.
The bell CLANGED and Cindy started forward, the brunette showing no hesitation in walking down a woman known for kicking any and everything that drew within several yards of her personal space. Autumn joined her a moment later, after holding back long enough to confirm the southerner wasn’t foolish enough to try a headlong charge. Raising her hands to about shoulder level, Sammain made a beeline for Bash and would’ve gone right into a Collar & Elbow if the other brunette hadn’t circled left.
“Always wondered when you’d come sniffin’ around for a rematch.” Cindy drawled, her eyes bright and mean over the knots of two tightly bundled fists. “Frankly I’m a little offended it took you this long, but then again, I did drop you pretty hard, so it could be your memory took a while to come back. Is that what happened, Aut--”
The Dragon moved in, planted on her right heel and whipped the left up n’ across in a Roundhouse that could’ve taken off Bash’s nose if she hadn’t cleared off at the last possible second. Even so, the breeze of its passing flicked her nose and she swiped the tickle away with her thumb.
“There was the pressing matter of a Rainmaker to deal with.” Autumn’s reply was cool and dry, a marked contrast to the night’s weather. “And then there was another shytkicker who shot her mouth off. But they’ve been dealt with and I never forgot about you, Bash. Knocked me cold, put your tits in my face and tried to feed me to Williams and Hale. Believe me, I never forgot.”
Cindy’s smile showed a lot of teeth. “Always so serious. My tits though… they calmed you down real good, didn’t they?” She traced two fingers over her cleavage, inspected the tips and frowned. “Hmmmmh, no fight sweat yet. That’ll change soon though. Just as soon as you work up the courage to--”
Sammain closed in for a second clinch and though Bash lifted her hands to meet it, the Vicious Virginian ultimately pivoted on one heel and THWHUMPED the broadside of her other thigh into her foe’s midsection. “Oh yeah, that’s a good start!” Cindy wrapped her right arm around the back of Autumn’s neck and jerked her down into a Side Headlock that got a cheer from the crowd thanks to the ample amount of cheek to jugg contact. Hands knotted against the side of Autumn’s neck, Bash bore down and pulled her in that much closer.
Far from passive in the face of this neck-crimping, face-mashing punishment, Sammain fired a trio of quick punches into the other brunette’s abs and paid for it when Cindy shook the Headlock like a terrier shakes a rat. “All that fancy training doesn’t impress me one goddamned bit!” Bash snarked in her opponent’s ear. “Just cuz you can wrestle doesn’t mean you can FIGHT and no, whoopin’ that wannabe cowgirl on that wannabe movie set don’t couNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Autumn seized Cindy’s left wrist in both hands, wrenched clear of the Headlock and circled around behind to force the other brunette’s pinioned arm between her shoulders via a simple Hammerlock. Confident enough in her control to maintain it with one hand, Sammain cocked the other into a ‘V’ and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of Cindy’s skull. Then she doubled down on the Hammerlock and jerked up, forcing Bash onto her tiptoes to alleviate the pressure.
“”So you want to fight, huh Cindy? Should’ve said so. We could’ve started this in the parking lot. But if we had you’d already be tits up and cry--”
Bash shot her right arm over her shoulder but Sammain avoided it without any real effort. Denied the legal route, Cindy settled for grabbing hold of Autumn’s dark locks, which she pulled quite forcefully. “You don’t wanna fight with me, baby.” the southerner growled. “This ring’s the only place you stand a chance against EERRRGGHHH OOOOHH YOU’RE DEAD, BYTCH!”
Not about to let the hair pull go unanswered, Sammain halved the Hammerlock, reached around with her right hand and squeezed Cindy’s right breast until her knuckles turned white. “Just say the word, tramp.” Autumn promised. “Technical or tawdry? All depends on how humiliated you want to be when it’s ovOOOFFFFHHH!”
Merle was barking at her about the hair pull, so Bash let loose, flattened that hand into a paddle and smacked it against the Dragon’s ear. Sammain grunted but didn’t release, so Cindy pulled her head forward and snapped it back. She caught Autumn across the bridge of the nose and that finally broke the Hammerlock, not that Cindy let her get far. Snatching Sammain’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, Bash bounced the import’s chin off her shoulder, then pushed onto her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to flip Autumn over onto her tush with quick Snapmare.
Autumn grimaced and started to reach for her tailbone but changed course when the southerner CLAPPED both palms against the sides of her head in a whistling Ear Ringer. It wasn’t the sort of maneuver that’d win many fights, it did however keep Autumn distracted long enough for Bash to draw a bead and THWHACK a Soccer Kick against the small of her prey’s back. Sammain moaned as she arched forward, the expertly-trained grappler instinctively rolling to all fours to prevent a repeat of the same attack.
Cindy raaaaaaaaaaked her back out of sheer spite, then grabbed hold of Autumn’s shoulder straps and used ‘em to hasten the Dragon’s return to boot leather. “I don’t need to be fancy to beat you.” Bash noted shortly before she slipped one arm between Sammain’s thighs and hooked another over her shoulder. “I just gotta be tougher. And we both know I am.”
That was a highly debatable topic in Autumn’s mind and she would’ve said as much if the Virginia Creeper hadn’t scooped her up like nothin’ more than a bag of leaves ready for the fire. Cindy tossed her down almost at once and Sammain hit with a solid THWHUMP that reminded folks she was indeed quite a bit heavier than a bag of leaves. Autumn bounced hard but sat up immediately, the Gaijin Extraordinaire almost preternaturally attuned to keeping her shoulders off the mat. Alas Cindy lurked directly overhead and she reminded Sammain of her presence by driving a boot down into her chest.
It wasn’t what you’d call a match ender, yet Bash kept her foot in place and pressed down, pinning Autumn to the mat like a bug on a card. Hands on her hips, she looked to Merle and demanded, “Count her ass down!”
The ref swooped in despite serious reservations. After a quick check of Sammain’s shoulders, he slapped off…
ONE…
Autumn snatched Cindy’s ankle in both hands, sat up and jerked the limb forward. Caught off balance, Bash dropped forward and landed in a near perfect split, though the pained look on her face told the crowd it hadn’t been achieved without a great deal of strain. Seated beside her foe in a much more advantageous position, Autumn reached across her own chest, then CRAAACKED a stiff Knife-Edge Chop across the southerner’s décolletage. The Joshi Phenom could’ve landed a few more Chops unopposed, but she’d always preferred to use her feet, so she somersaulted backward, righted herself and promptly THWHACKED a quick kick behind her opponent’s right ear.
Cindy’s head flicked to the left then slumped against her chest, giving Sammain ample opportunity to help herself to a double handful of hair. Dragging Bash back just enough to pull her loose from the split, Autumn slipped one leg over her rival’s shoulder, then dropped to a seat and slid the other into place. Ankles crossed, she put her palms against the mat and pushed up, the elevation adding even more pressure to the Scissors when she started to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
“You tried to pin me that fast? With a freaking stomp?” the Dragon of Tokyo asked, her voice heavy with incredulity. “That’s it, bytch. Now I’m going to make a point of embarrassing you.”
To live up to her words Sammain slipped her arms under those of her opponent and laced her fingers behind Cindy’s neck in a loose Full Nelson. The Joshi Phenom didn’t crack down very hard on the hold, she had something more devious in mind. Bash began to rock trying to escape the combo hold, but Autumn rolled back lifting Cindy off the canvas her bum pointed at the rafters for a moment before Autumn reversed direction and slammed Bash’s undercarriage onto the canvas.
Cindy’s juggs hadn’t stopped jiggling before the Dragon of Tokyo rolled her back again this time holding at the peak a bit longer to let the anticipation build. When Sammain did kick her legs forward it seemed to have more force on this Keister Bounce. Cindy groaned waving her arms uselessly even as the FAWNatics started chanting, ‘ONE MORE TIME!’ over and over.
Autumn put her lips to the Southerner’s ear. “I don’t normally take requests, but when the crowd is right they’re right.”
The trapped brunette moaned, but refused to answer or beg her captor. Sammain rolled back again giving Cindy plenty of time to think about her predicament. When finally Autumn kicked forward it’s with so much force she actually lifted her own butt up of the canvas as well. Cindy cried out in pain as her center crashed into the thinly padded plywood for a third time in about a minute. The Joshi Phenom unhooked her legs and arms sliding back allowing Bash to slump over onto her side. Cindy cupped her throbbing groin one hand in front the other coming from behind.
The triple Keister Bounce gave the Dragon the first clear advantage of the match. Moving over to the downed Virginian, she hair hauled Cindy back to vertical as Merle gave only the slightest reprimand. Autumn relinquished the hair hold before Bash was completely upright, taking up her opponent’s wrist and whipping Cindy toward the far ropes. The Virginian managed to stay upright, though the trip was clearly a painful one as she hit the ropes speeding back towards the Joshi Phenom. Autumn wasn’t waiting, she ran, leapt and threw out her right leg as a roadblock and caught Bash in the face with her inner thigh. The Leg Lariat ripped Cindy off her feet, the Vicious Virginian landing flat on her back with the wind knocked from her lungs.
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o53-HmV-J0E
After her much easier landing Autumn rolled to a knee. Pushing up she surveyed her work so far and since Bash set the tone early, Sammain put a boot atop Cindy’s bosom and pushed down grinding a bit as she ordered Merle to make a count.
ONE…
TWO…MAYBE!
Cindy grabbed Autumn’s ankle and twisted. The Dragon, not wanting to give her foe an easy counter, yanked her foot free and moved to the ropes. Taking off, Sammain passed the downed brunette in favor of picking up more speed. The Joshi Phenom didn’t see the Southerner start to rise as she blew by. When Sammain hit the opposite cables she saw Bash was upright and moving toward her, but she went on with her plan. Cindy moving quicker than Autumn accounted for, the Brawler cut the distance and lifted a knee letting the Dragon’s momentum do the rest of the work. Sammain flipped over the other brunette’s knee and landed in a seat, her legs extended out in front of her. Autumn held her abs looking like dinner might be trying to swim back out.
Bash limped away from the impact, but it’s a temporary thing, and after a few deep breaths Cindy snapped her bottoms back over the curve of her buttocks as she turned back to her enemy. The Vicious Virginian then made use of Autumn’s sports bra, hooking her hands inside the top where the shoulder straps meet the back she lifted Sammain back to her feet. The strong fabric allowed Cindy to pull Autumn into position and snap her head forward Headbutting the Joshi Phenom’s spine right between her shoulders. Cindy then used her head twice more, THWUNKING her skull into the other brunette’s spine.
Autumn’s chest pushed forward, her thrown back noggin frozen, the signals from her brain interrupted by the blows to her spinal cord. Cindy spun her around, pulling the Dragon into a Front Facelock. Sammain fired a right into Bash’s navel, but it only got a revenge Forearm Smash down across Autumn’s back from Cindy. The Southerner took the Dragon’s near arm and flipped it over her shoulders, she then grabbed a handful of the joshi skirt at the hip. Bash started to lift but the Joshi Phenom hooked her foot inside Cindy’s ankle to block. The move kept Autumn in place, but earned her an Uppercut to the ribs or boob it’s hard to tell from outside. Cindy then grabbed the skirt again and this time lifts Sammain up to the apex of a Suplex.
Cindy wasn’t as proficient as say the Suplex Machine Wendy Smith, but she held Autumn at high noon with no real effort. Many in the crowd snapped photos as the inverted skirt now exposed the small black bikini briefs underneath. Bash struggled to keep the Dragon aloft as she walked closer to the ropes and the sent Sammain back the way she came. Autumn hit the cables stomach-first and Bash left her there hanging like laundry.
“Get her off of the ropes Cindy!” Merle demanded.
Bash reached over and pulled the Joshi skirt up exposing Autumn’s taunt bum for the cheering crowd. “Ok Merle, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
The Virginian Brawler grabbed two handfuls of dark hair and pulled up before sending Sammain back down toward the canvas face-first. Didn’t hit though, Autumn rotated enough to land on her feet when Bash flipped her. Sammain was barely on her boots before she’s in motion and THWHACKED the other brunette on the side of the head with a Spinning Heel Kick that sent Bash tumbling through the ropes and out on to the floor below.
Rising to one knee after expelling Cindy from her ring, Autumn took a moment to smooth out her hair and the edges of her rumpled skirt before returning to full verticality. Cindy was doing much the same on the outside, though at a considerably slower pace, understandable considering the fall she’d endured. This suited Sammain just fine, as she used the time to take a few more deep breaths. Thus settled, she hopped over the ropes and landed on the apron only a few inches removed from Bash’s braced hands. Looking up at the slight tremor, the brunette instinctively drew back, albeit not quite fast enough to stop Autumn from STAMPING on her fingers.
“Bytch!” Bash wrenched her digits free and pulled that hand tight against her chest, which meant she was preoccupied just long enough for the Gaijin Extraordinaire to deliver a short, crisp kick to the forehead. Cindy staggered back several steps but Autumn chose not to pursue. Instead she spun around and raced to the far corner, where she hopped onto the second rope. Pushing off at once, the Dragon took flight in a high, flawless back-flip that THWHAPPED her against Cindy’s torso and right shoulder in a hard north-south collision.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5xs2kBdbCM
The woozy Southerner collapsed under the sudden pressure but Sammain touched down neat as you please and sauntered away with her arms held high for the cheering throng. A few seconds basking in their admiration proved more than enough, so Autumn turned on her heel and headed back to that patch of mat where Cindy was collecting her senses.
“So you like pulling hair? You like tugging on tops and skirts? I like those things too.” Sammain worked one hand into Bash’s dark hair while the other twined its way around a shoulder strap on her top. A few tugs got the Virginian on her feet, if only partially, as Autumn was quick to apply a Front Facelock and Underhook her left arm in the same breath. “Know what else I like?” she asked the vulnerable expanse of Cindy’s back. “I like playing around on the floor.”
That admission was still coming off her lips when Sammain popped her hips and took Cindy up, over and down courtesy of a flawless Half Hatch Suplex. Bash came down hard on her lower back and arched up at once, one hand flying to the point of impact.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4wBENCtsZQ
Autumn noted this with some satisfaction, then turned to the ref who was about halfway into his count. “You know I’m just going to roll under and break it, don’t you? Why not just stop counting and know that I’ll get this punk back into the ring? Sooner or later.”
Merle mulled it over for a moment, then raised a finger and shouted, “ELEVEN!”
“Your vocal cords.” Sammain sighed.
Loathe to leave Cindy for even a moment without some sort of parting gift, the Joshi Phenom nudged her foe’s protecting hand out of the way, then dropped down and spiked her knee squarely into the small of Bash’s back. Cindy cursed bitterly and rolled away which gave Sammain all the time she needed to dart under the bottom rope, where she remained just long enough to reset the official’s toll. Sliding back to the floor, she made a beeline to Bash and treated herself to a double handful of hair this time around. Cindy didn’t wanna come easy, but a Kneelift to the belly gave her very little choice in the issue.
“I seem to recall you like the ropes too.” Sammain noted as she pressed her opponent butt-first into the edge of the apron. “You certainly got a thrill out of folding me over one a few minutes agouuunnggghhh!”
Bash wrapped her arms around Autumn’s ribs and squeezed, not so much a Bear Hug, but a boxing-style clinch enacted with the hopes of freeing herself from this tight spot. “Wasn’t the ropes part that made me smile.” Cindy huffed to her squirming rival. “It was showing off that flat little ass of yours to the whole arennhhheerrggghhh!”
Autumn hugged her right back and more importantly, she pistoned three quick Kneelifts into the Bash’s ribs just above her right hip. A few more shots ended the brunette’s jailbreak, not that that stopped Sammain from driving the small of Cindy’s back into the apron one more time. Shrugging loose of Bash’s grasp, the Dragon grabbed both arms at the elbow and hung them over the middle rope. Still pressed close, Sammain reached over said rope, grabbed the bottom strand and yanked it up over Cindy’s biceps and shoulders to complete that unique application of the old rope vise.
Twisting like a wildcat the instant she realized she was trapped, Bash planted her feet against the floor and growled, “Get me out of here you goddamned dirty fighTNNNGH!”
Standing with her hands extended and both elbows tucked in against her sides, Autumn flicked her left hand out and CRAAACKED Cindy’s cheek. One Palm Strike might’ve stung, but it wasn’t nearly enough to slow a hardcase like Cindy Bash for more than a heartbeat or two. Which was why Sammain CRAACKED her again, this time with her right hand. Two hurt, three a little more so and after that the pain piled up exponentially as Autumn unleashed a withering barrage of Palm Strikes, each and every one of which connected with Cindy’s cheek, mouth, nose or some combination thereof.
Limited only by the twenty count rather than the much more restrictive five she would’ve gotten inside the ring, Sammain kept up the face-blistering barrage until Merle reached ‘SEVENTEEN!’ Then and only then did she wrench the roughly hung grappler free of her prison for immediate bundling under the bottom rope.
Following a moment to mop the sweat off her brow, Sammain grabbed the middle rope and used it to climb onto the apron. She’d been contemplating a Springboard Leg Drop, but Bash hadn’t rolled far enough from the ropes to allow for proper extension, so the brunette slipped between the strands and-- Cindy snapped her left leg up to kick the underside of the middle rope as Autumn was halfway through. The rubber-coated steel ‘twanged’ against the Phenom’s center and she let out a little moan as her knees went soft.
Never one to ignore a golden opportunity, Bash kicked the rope a second time, then stood up and grabbed the rope on either side of her faltering adversary. “You still got a LOT to learn about workin’ rough, girl.” the Virginia Creeper growled. “Here’s your first lesson.”
With that she jerked the rope up n’ down, up n’ down, Cindy using it like a blunt whip to punish her opponent’s womanhood. Keeping at it until Merle got damned obnoxious with his warnings and counts, Bash switched over to a plain ol’ hair-hold and jerked a gimpy-legged Sammain fully into the squared circle. “Walkin’ a little funny tuff girl, you havin’ problems with your lady parts?” Cindy taunted. “Bet I can make it better.” Bash went low, stuffed a shoulder into Autumn’s tummy and coiled her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs. Then she pushed onto her toes and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP opposing crotch atop her thigh. This didn’t help Autumn’s condition in the slightest and things only got worse when Cindy reached under that short skirt, grabbed a handful of black bottoms and yanked then north in an insidious Inverted Wedgie.
Shrieking as the material rode far higher and deeper than ever intended, Sammain didn’t even bother trying for her attacker’s hand. Rather she cupped the back of Cindy’s head in one hand and started PWAAKING Forearm Smashes off her skull with the other. Bash grunted, gave the wedgie another tug, then let loose and drilled a short punch into the Dragon’s crotch.
That stopped the forearms dead and allowed the Vicious Virginian to regain her footing. Shifting around so she could hook her right arm around Sammain’s left bicep, Cindy pounded a Kneelift of her own into the other brunette’s belly and slapped on a Front Facelock when Sammain doubled over. “Hit me with a pretty nice Suplex there on the outside.” Cindy admitted with false respect. “But as you may or may not know, Mama taught me a better version.”
Knees dipped, she flipped Autumn off her feet, flipped her over in midair and dropped down atop her chest to THWHUMP the Gaijin Extraordinaire between canvas and curves with the Bashhammer. Maintaining the Crossbody upon impact, Cindy corralled Autumn’s far leg with her free arm and pulled it up high for…
BASHHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5U4t9x2ePY
Merle was in place before Cindy has Autumn’s shapely leg pulled tight up against her side, Bash adding some jugg grinding to the cover for the pleasure of those in attendance…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Joshi Phenom broke her leg free, and shoved her foe just in time to keep the match going. Merle was up quickly holding up only two fingers as he backed away from the action.
Cindy on her haunches, buttocks on top of her heels and hands on her thighs, looked unbelievingly at the third person in the ring. Sammain took the moment of respite to fix her bottoms in as ladylike a fashion as possible and tended to the pain radiating from her womanhood. Bash pushed her sweat soaked hair back out of her face as she rose. “Never try to out tawdry a Bash, you’ll just get embarrassed.” Cindy taunted as she reached down to bring the Dragon back to her feet.
The Vicious Virginian got Sammain more or less vertical before sliding her arms under Autumn’s to grab a dual handful of hair. Merle warned Cindy to get off the hair, but he’s ignored as Bash locked eyes with the Gaijin Extraordinaire. Holding Autumn in place Cindy purred, “After you’re nuzzling jugg again their gonna be callin’ me Mother of Dragons.”
Taunt delivered, Cindy pulled the Joshi Phenom’s face into the sweating darkness of her cleavage. The standing smother applied, Cindy yanked Autumn around, trying to ride out the Dragon’s thrashing. The hold made it hard for Sammain to get any kind of counter going and some of the rowdier FAWNatics started a ‘TAP!’ chant, but they were outgunned by those supporting the Gaijin Extraordinaire with cries of ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
Merle watched intently, not wanting to mistake Autumn’s thrashing attempts at escape as the brunette tapping out. Blind, Sammain tried to find anything to use for her freedom, but there was nothing and when she was out of options (not to mention desperate for oxygen) she grabbed a handful of Bash’s black hair and pulled back. She couldn’t break her face free, but she did get the Vicious Virginian moving backward and walked her to the ropes and now pressed all her weight into Bash to keep her pinned against the strands. Autumn’s tactic worked perfectly as Merle stepped in and called for the break. Cindy thought tried to delay things, “Well get her off me!”
The FAWN official wasn’t buying, and began to count. Cindy used four and a half of the count before freeing Sammain from her juggy tomb. Autumn stumbled backward air rushing into her body in big gulps as her scarlet-hued face slowly returned to her more natural complexion. Bash was slow to follow wiping the spittle from her décolletage and flicking it toward the front row. Cindy lineed herself up with the Joshi Phenom pointing her fingers like guns at the Dragon before pulling the triggers. Bash charged across the ring….CRAAAAACK!
The FAWNatics hadn’t seen it coming and neither did the Vicious Virginian, Autumn cocked her foot and caught Cindy with a Super Kick right on the chin. Bash fell like she was shot, spread eagled on the canvas and staring blankly at the bright lights above. The Gaijin Extraordinaire, still stumbling on jellied legs, turned and headed to the nearest set of turnbuckles and climbed. Cindy was motionless as Sammain reached the top and, facing out to the crowd, gave the fans the smallest grin before she leapt. The FAWNatics hade seen Autumn use the Phoenix Splash before, but it never failed to draw ‘OOOs’ and ‘AAAHs’ from those who witnessed it.
PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hHX9mIt50w
The Dragon of Tokyo landed down across Bash’s chest, the Southerner’s legs jackknifing in the air as her girls were squashed under Sammain. The crowd gave Autumn props with the “HOLYSHIITE!” chant as she hooked the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREKICKOUT!
Merle rolled over with the most shocked look on his face, he had to look at his hand to see he’s only holding up two fingers. The usually calm and composed Sammain also couldn’t believing she’s not the winner yet. Cindy groggy rolled back to her back after kicking out, but then turned to her side out of instinct. Now the crowd paid respect to both women with a ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’ chant
Autumn leaned back on her knees, took a deep breath and tucked some battle-damp hair behind her ears. Feeling no particular urge to question the count, the scooted north a little ways, pivoted sideways and swung a leg over Cindy’s upturned mug. The tawdrier FAWNatics roared in hopes of a Reverse Face Sit, but it was not to be, at least for the moment. Rather Sammain reached back, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked Bash’s head off the mat just far enough so slip her legs into place on either side. Still not satisfied, the vengeful Dragon crooked her left leg at an angle, slotting that shin into the pit of her right knee, then grasping her right ankle and pulling forward to add that much more pressure to the Figure Four Headscissors.
While it wasn’t quite smother enough for some tastes, Cindy’s chin was most definitely wedged into the southernmost curve of Autumn’s glutes and her nose was far too close to the rest for Bash’s liking. Braced on her free hand like it was a kickstand, Sammain flexed her thighs and tugged on her own ankle, thus ensuing any minor relief in pressure was not only short, but almost immediately followed by a marked increase.
“Ready to give it up, tramp?” Autumn asked after several temple-crushing seconds. “All you’ve gotta do is tap that mat. Better yet, tell the ref you can’t take anymornngh! Oh, is that how you want it?”
Cindy, who’d been worrying at Sammain’s thighs since the hold began, curled her hands into fists and started hammering at the other brunette’s ribs.
While she wasn’t about to let the defiance go unanswered, Autumn didn’t want to give up her kickstand balance either, so she pullllllllled on her right ankle, which in turn brought her opponent’s face that much closer to her buttocks. “Tap out, Bash.” the Joshi Phenom demanded. “Tell the ref or I promise you’ll tell my assEERRRGGGHHHHHHH BYTCH!”
Cindy stopped punching and started yanking, a double handful of the briefs beneath Autumn’s skirt that is. Grinning in spite of the fact that was facing down a proverbial buzzsaw, Bash rasped, “THIS FLAT PIECE’A GARBAGE DON’T SCARE ME SLUTBAG! GET ME ANY CLOSER AND I’LL TAKE A GODDAMNED BITE OUTTA AAAARRHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Autumn moved the base of her kickstand from the mat to the center of Cindy’s trunks and squeezed until her fingers showed little white crescent moons at each knuckle. Forgetting all about the wedgie, Bash flailed wildly for Autumn’s clawin’ wrist, but the Headscissors had taken its toll on her strength and she couldn’t do much more than paw at it. “Give it up!” the Dragon demanded. “I wanna hear you say it!”
“F*UCK YOU!” Cindy bawled in a tone almost as red as her flushed face.
More than willing to humiliate when an opponent had drawn first blood, Sammain let go of her ankle, grabbed a massive handful of the Virginian’s hair and yanked her into the makeshift thong that Bash herself had created. Autumn made no demands now, she only held Cindy’s face to her curves while doing everything in her power to remove a great chunk of her foe’s scalp.
Cindy keened and wailed into those encroaching buns, the combination of squeeze, smother and claw just too much indignity to suffer in silence. She didn’t give up though. Long after her legs had settled out to the occasional faint twitch and her arms flopped limp at her sides, the southern brawler never once whimpered for release.
Merle knew she was done though, he’d called enough matches to know a girl KO’ed by a Headscissors when he saw one. So he dropped to one knee, took hold of her wrist and raised it over her head.
Autumn abandoned the hold before the official had a chance to make his check. “Don’t bother.” she said while gingerly adjusting her distended bottoms. “If she didn’t tap out, she didn’t tap out. I’ll get what I want another way.”
He wasn’t quite sure he liked the sound of that, but a wise man didn’t oppose the Dragon when she was in this sort of mood, so Merle held his tongue as Autumn secured a double handful of hair and scraped her prey off the mat. Swinging around behind the other brunette, Sammain hooked her left arm over Bash’s left shoulder and slipped her right arm between Cindy’s thighs. A heartbeat later she lifted Bash up, spun her over and dropped her gut-first onto her right shoulder. Then she wrapped her arms around Cindy’s waist and dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the crown of her rival’s skull into the mat with a murderous Tombstone-style twist on the Autumn Rain.
TOMBSTONE STYLE AUTUMN RAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq6xm7VcddY
Bash hit the mat in stone faint, her arms and legs splayed wide in a textbook perfect spread eagle. Almost satisfied with the night’s work, Sammain planted her hands on either side of Cindy’s hips and pushed into a deep crouch. From there she stretched her legs into a flawless split and slid forward until her undercarriage was snug against Cindy’s mouth and nose. That was the only contact between the two women, yet that was all it took for Merle to swoop in and count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Autumn raised a fist and held it, a domineering pose that served as visual confirmation to the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
The Dragon of Tokyo pushed to vertical, planted a boot on Bash’s tits, then let out a war cry when Merle raised her hand. Focusing her attention on the nearest camera after the worst of the noise died down, Autumn caught her breath and said, “Attention all you brawlers and catfighters. Attention all you strikes and submission specialists. Attention powerhouses, highfliers, grapplers, hardcore freaks, luchadoras and spot monkeys. You want to find out how good you really are? Step between these ropes with me and I’ll give you a taste of who really runs this ring. Because as good as you THINK you are? None of you can hang with a Dragon.”
Then she set off on a tour of the posts, Autumn mounting each one and bellowing to let everyone in the sound of her voice know that the ring was her lair and she would defend it with every bit of fury and flame at her disposal.
YOU’RE GOING DOWN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLrxT8Vu978
CINDY BASH:
Cindy Bash was dressed for battle as stormed through the curtain and headed to the ring. The bikini top was a combination of black and white, the cups were 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 connected to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
Black hair pulled back loose over her shoulders, the Blacksburg native marched to the ring while paying no attention to the jeers and catcalls sent her way. The brunette had bounced around from tagging with her twin sister, to being member of the Crusade, to being out on her own, the only thing that hadn’t changed was her wicked mean streak.
Cindy gave her backside a wiggle as she climbed up on to the apron and stood, Bash looked across the ring out into the crowd before dipping between the ropes and making her way to her corner. Merle the youngest of FAWN referee’s tried checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash would have none of the man touching her. Finally he gave up if only because the outfit covered so little it was highly unlikely she’d secreted any weapons on her person. With Cindy giving the FAWNatics what for, the Announcer said, “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Currently in the ring, hailing from Blacksburg, Virginia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty four pounds… CINDY BASH!”
Bash grabbed the top rope and leaned forward to stretch her arms, then dipped down to loosen her legs. While she limbered her body she did the same with her mind, Bash thinking about the hardcase lurking on the other side of the ring. How she’d spiked that hardcase on her pretty little head the first time they fought. And how goddamned much she was going to enjoy doing it all over again here in the next few minutes.
Bash was in the midst of trolling the floor seat fans when the arena went dark. Knowing their heroine was close, those loyal to the Dragon raised lighters or phones in tribute. Their gifts were soon joined by flickering strobe lights and the staccato introduction of Street Sweeper Social Club’s ’Clap For The Killers’. Pocketing their phones to better clap along, Autumn’s fans let loose with a ’FEAR THE DRAGON!’ chant when Gaijin Extraordinaire appeared on stage.
CLAP FOR THE KILLERS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=el_yvuqJtY0
From his place beside the Announcer proclaimed, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Dragon of Tokyo, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Calm and collected like only she could be, the Joshi Phenom wore a jett black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several blood red slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless crimson gloves that reached to just below her elbows. Shifting from Zen-like tranquility to a fury of kinetic energy in the blink of an eye, Sammain fired half a dozen lighting fast punches, then followed up with several more kicks, the last of which cut through the air like a particularly limber guillotine. Shredding the air with her war cry when the kata was over, Autumn started toward the ring and her second go-round with the Virginia Creeper.
Ignoring the hands and signs despite the near universal show of support, Autumn cleared the aisle, stormed up the steps and hopped over the top rope without saying so much as a word. It was only when she’d claimed the center of the squared circle that she balled her left hand into a fist and shot it high into the air. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of red and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “HOLD ON TO SOME OF THOSE!” she called to the crowd. “THIS CHICK’S GONNA NEED SOME BANDAGES WHEN I’M DONE!”
Cheers of delight from the crowd, who stayed hot for the Dragon even after she’d strode to her corner to offer up her knees, elbows and boots for final inspection from Merle.
The bell CLANGED and Cindy started forward, the brunette showing no hesitation in walking down a woman known for kicking any and everything that drew within several yards of her personal space. Autumn joined her a moment later, after holding back long enough to confirm the southerner wasn’t foolish enough to try a headlong charge. Raising her hands to about shoulder level, Sammain made a beeline for Bash and would’ve gone right into a Collar & Elbow if the other brunette hadn’t circled left.
“Always wondered when you’d come sniffin’ around for a rematch.” Cindy drawled, her eyes bright and mean over the knots of two tightly bundled fists. “Frankly I’m a little offended it took you this long, but then again, I did drop you pretty hard, so it could be your memory took a while to come back. Is that what happened, Aut--”
The Dragon moved in, planted on her right heel and whipped the left up n’ across in a Roundhouse that could’ve taken off Bash’s nose if she hadn’t cleared off at the last possible second. Even so, the breeze of its passing flicked her nose and she swiped the tickle away with her thumb.
“There was the pressing matter of a Rainmaker to deal with.” Autumn’s reply was cool and dry, a marked contrast to the night’s weather. “And then there was another shytkicker who shot her mouth off. But they’ve been dealt with and I never forgot about you, Bash. Knocked me cold, put your tits in my face and tried to feed me to Williams and Hale. Believe me, I never forgot.”
Cindy’s smile showed a lot of teeth. “Always so serious. My tits though… they calmed you down real good, didn’t they?” She traced two fingers over her cleavage, inspected the tips and frowned. “Hmmmmh, no fight sweat yet. That’ll change soon though. Just as soon as you work up the courage to--”
Sammain closed in for a second clinch and though Bash lifted her hands to meet it, the Vicious Virginian ultimately pivoted on one heel and THWHUMPED the broadside of her other thigh into her foe’s midsection. “Oh yeah, that’s a good start!” Cindy wrapped her right arm around the back of Autumn’s neck and jerked her down into a Side Headlock that got a cheer from the crowd thanks to the ample amount of cheek to jugg contact. Hands knotted against the side of Autumn’s neck, Bash bore down and pulled her in that much closer.
Far from passive in the face of this neck-crimping, face-mashing punishment, Sammain fired a trio of quick punches into the other brunette’s abs and paid for it when Cindy shook the Headlock like a terrier shakes a rat. “All that fancy training doesn’t impress me one goddamned bit!” Bash snarked in her opponent’s ear. “Just cuz you can wrestle doesn’t mean you can FIGHT and no, whoopin’ that wannabe cowgirl on that wannabe movie set don’t couNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Autumn seized Cindy’s left wrist in both hands, wrenched clear of the Headlock and circled around behind to force the other brunette’s pinioned arm between her shoulders via a simple Hammerlock. Confident enough in her control to maintain it with one hand, Sammain cocked the other into a ‘V’ and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the back of Cindy’s skull. Then she doubled down on the Hammerlock and jerked up, forcing Bash onto her tiptoes to alleviate the pressure.
“”So you want to fight, huh Cindy? Should’ve said so. We could’ve started this in the parking lot. But if we had you’d already be tits up and cry--”
Bash shot her right arm over her shoulder but Sammain avoided it without any real effort. Denied the legal route, Cindy settled for grabbing hold of Autumn’s dark locks, which she pulled quite forcefully. “You don’t wanna fight with me, baby.” the southerner growled. “This ring’s the only place you stand a chance against EERRRGGHHH OOOOHH YOU’RE DEAD, BYTCH!”
Not about to let the hair pull go unanswered, Sammain halved the Hammerlock, reached around with her right hand and squeezed Cindy’s right breast until her knuckles turned white. “Just say the word, tramp.” Autumn promised. “Technical or tawdry? All depends on how humiliated you want to be when it’s ovOOOFFFFHHH!”
Merle was barking at her about the hair pull, so Bash let loose, flattened that hand into a paddle and smacked it against the Dragon’s ear. Sammain grunted but didn’t release, so Cindy pulled her head forward and snapped it back. She caught Autumn across the bridge of the nose and that finally broke the Hammerlock, not that Cindy let her get far. Snatching Sammain’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, Bash bounced the import’s chin off her shoulder, then pushed onto her toes and dropped to one knee, all the better to flip Autumn over onto her tush with quick Snapmare.
Autumn grimaced and started to reach for her tailbone but changed course when the southerner CLAPPED both palms against the sides of her head in a whistling Ear Ringer. It wasn’t the sort of maneuver that’d win many fights, it did however keep Autumn distracted long enough for Bash to draw a bead and THWHACK a Soccer Kick against the small of her prey’s back. Sammain moaned as she arched forward, the expertly-trained grappler instinctively rolling to all fours to prevent a repeat of the same attack.
Cindy raaaaaaaaaaked her back out of sheer spite, then grabbed hold of Autumn’s shoulder straps and used ‘em to hasten the Dragon’s return to boot leather. “I don’t need to be fancy to beat you.” Bash noted shortly before she slipped one arm between Sammain’s thighs and hooked another over her shoulder. “I just gotta be tougher. And we both know I am.”
That was a highly debatable topic in Autumn’s mind and she would’ve said as much if the Virginia Creeper hadn’t scooped her up like nothin’ more than a bag of leaves ready for the fire. Cindy tossed her down almost at once and Sammain hit with a solid THWHUMP that reminded folks she was indeed quite a bit heavier than a bag of leaves. Autumn bounced hard but sat up immediately, the Gaijin Extraordinaire almost preternaturally attuned to keeping her shoulders off the mat. Alas Cindy lurked directly overhead and she reminded Sammain of her presence by driving a boot down into her chest.
It wasn’t what you’d call a match ender, yet Bash kept her foot in place and pressed down, pinning Autumn to the mat like a bug on a card. Hands on her hips, she looked to Merle and demanded, “Count her ass down!”
The ref swooped in despite serious reservations. After a quick check of Sammain’s shoulders, he slapped off…
ONE…
Autumn snatched Cindy’s ankle in both hands, sat up and jerked the limb forward. Caught off balance, Bash dropped forward and landed in a near perfect split, though the pained look on her face told the crowd it hadn’t been achieved without a great deal of strain. Seated beside her foe in a much more advantageous position, Autumn reached across her own chest, then CRAAACKED a stiff Knife-Edge Chop across the southerner’s décolletage. The Joshi Phenom could’ve landed a few more Chops unopposed, but she’d always preferred to use her feet, so she somersaulted backward, righted herself and promptly THWHACKED a quick kick behind her opponent’s right ear.
Cindy’s head flicked to the left then slumped against her chest, giving Sammain ample opportunity to help herself to a double handful of hair. Dragging Bash back just enough to pull her loose from the split, Autumn slipped one leg over her rival’s shoulder, then dropped to a seat and slid the other into place. Ankles crossed, she put her palms against the mat and pushed up, the elevation adding even more pressure to the Scissors when she started to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
“You tried to pin me that fast? With a freaking stomp?” the Dragon of Tokyo asked, her voice heavy with incredulity. “That’s it, bytch. Now I’m going to make a point of embarrassing you.”
To live up to her words Sammain slipped her arms under those of her opponent and laced her fingers behind Cindy’s neck in a loose Full Nelson. The Joshi Phenom didn’t crack down very hard on the hold, she had something more devious in mind. Bash began to rock trying to escape the combo hold, but Autumn rolled back lifting Cindy off the canvas her bum pointed at the rafters for a moment before Autumn reversed direction and slammed Bash’s undercarriage onto the canvas.
Cindy’s juggs hadn’t stopped jiggling before the Dragon of Tokyo rolled her back again this time holding at the peak a bit longer to let the anticipation build. When Sammain did kick her legs forward it seemed to have more force on this Keister Bounce. Cindy groaned waving her arms uselessly even as the FAWNatics started chanting, ‘ONE MORE TIME!’ over and over.
Autumn put her lips to the Southerner’s ear. “I don’t normally take requests, but when the crowd is right they’re right.”
The trapped brunette moaned, but refused to answer or beg her captor. Sammain rolled back again giving Cindy plenty of time to think about her predicament. When finally Autumn kicked forward it’s with so much force she actually lifted her own butt up of the canvas as well. Cindy cried out in pain as her center crashed into the thinly padded plywood for a third time in about a minute. The Joshi Phenom unhooked her legs and arms sliding back allowing Bash to slump over onto her side. Cindy cupped her throbbing groin one hand in front the other coming from behind.
The triple Keister Bounce gave the Dragon the first clear advantage of the match. Moving over to the downed Virginian, she hair hauled Cindy back to vertical as Merle gave only the slightest reprimand. Autumn relinquished the hair hold before Bash was completely upright, taking up her opponent’s wrist and whipping Cindy toward the far ropes. The Virginian managed to stay upright, though the trip was clearly a painful one as she hit the ropes speeding back towards the Joshi Phenom. Autumn wasn’t waiting, she ran, leapt and threw out her right leg as a roadblock and caught Bash in the face with her inner thigh. The Leg Lariat ripped Cindy off her feet, the Vicious Virginian landing flat on her back with the wind knocked from her lungs.
LEG LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o53-HmV-J0E
After her much easier landing Autumn rolled to a knee. Pushing up she surveyed her work so far and since Bash set the tone early, Sammain put a boot atop Cindy’s bosom and pushed down grinding a bit as she ordered Merle to make a count.
ONE…
TWO…MAYBE!
Cindy grabbed Autumn’s ankle and twisted. The Dragon, not wanting to give her foe an easy counter, yanked her foot free and moved to the ropes. Taking off, Sammain passed the downed brunette in favor of picking up more speed. The Joshi Phenom didn’t see the Southerner start to rise as she blew by. When Sammain hit the opposite cables she saw Bash was upright and moving toward her, but she went on with her plan. Cindy moving quicker than Autumn accounted for, the Brawler cut the distance and lifted a knee letting the Dragon’s momentum do the rest of the work. Sammain flipped over the other brunette’s knee and landed in a seat, her legs extended out in front of her. Autumn held her abs looking like dinner might be trying to swim back out.
Bash limped away from the impact, but it’s a temporary thing, and after a few deep breaths Cindy snapped her bottoms back over the curve of her buttocks as she turned back to her enemy. The Vicious Virginian then made use of Autumn’s sports bra, hooking her hands inside the top where the shoulder straps meet the back she lifted Sammain back to her feet. The strong fabric allowed Cindy to pull Autumn into position and snap her head forward Headbutting the Joshi Phenom’s spine right between her shoulders. Cindy then used her head twice more, THWUNKING her skull into the other brunette’s spine.
Autumn’s chest pushed forward, her thrown back noggin frozen, the signals from her brain interrupted by the blows to her spinal cord. Cindy spun her around, pulling the Dragon into a Front Facelock. Sammain fired a right into Bash’s navel, but it only got a revenge Forearm Smash down across Autumn’s back from Cindy. The Southerner took the Dragon’s near arm and flipped it over her shoulders, she then grabbed a handful of the joshi skirt at the hip. Bash started to lift but the Joshi Phenom hooked her foot inside Cindy’s ankle to block. The move kept Autumn in place, but earned her an Uppercut to the ribs or boob it’s hard to tell from outside. Cindy then grabbed the skirt again and this time lifts Sammain up to the apex of a Suplex.
Cindy wasn’t as proficient as say the Suplex Machine Wendy Smith, but she held Autumn at high noon with no real effort. Many in the crowd snapped photos as the inverted skirt now exposed the small black bikini briefs underneath. Bash struggled to keep the Dragon aloft as she walked closer to the ropes and the sent Sammain back the way she came. Autumn hit the cables stomach-first and Bash left her there hanging like laundry.
“Get her off of the ropes Cindy!” Merle demanded.
Bash reached over and pulled the Joshi skirt up exposing Autumn’s taunt bum for the cheering crowd. “Ok Merle, don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
The Virginian Brawler grabbed two handfuls of dark hair and pulled up before sending Sammain back down toward the canvas face-first. Didn’t hit though, Autumn rotated enough to land on her feet when Bash flipped her. Sammain was barely on her boots before she’s in motion and THWHACKED the other brunette on the side of the head with a Spinning Heel Kick that sent Bash tumbling through the ropes and out on to the floor below.
Rising to one knee after expelling Cindy from her ring, Autumn took a moment to smooth out her hair and the edges of her rumpled skirt before returning to full verticality. Cindy was doing much the same on the outside, though at a considerably slower pace, understandable considering the fall she’d endured. This suited Sammain just fine, as she used the time to take a few more deep breaths. Thus settled, she hopped over the ropes and landed on the apron only a few inches removed from Bash’s braced hands. Looking up at the slight tremor, the brunette instinctively drew back, albeit not quite fast enough to stop Autumn from STAMPING on her fingers.
“Bytch!” Bash wrenched her digits free and pulled that hand tight against her chest, which meant she was preoccupied just long enough for the Gaijin Extraordinaire to deliver a short, crisp kick to the forehead. Cindy staggered back several steps but Autumn chose not to pursue. Instead she spun around and raced to the far corner, where she hopped onto the second rope. Pushing off at once, the Dragon took flight in a high, flawless back-flip that THWHAPPED her against Cindy’s torso and right shoulder in a hard north-south collision.
ASAI MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5xs2kBdbCM
The woozy Southerner collapsed under the sudden pressure but Sammain touched down neat as you please and sauntered away with her arms held high for the cheering throng. A few seconds basking in their admiration proved more than enough, so Autumn turned on her heel and headed back to that patch of mat where Cindy was collecting her senses.
“So you like pulling hair? You like tugging on tops and skirts? I like those things too.” Sammain worked one hand into Bash’s dark hair while the other twined its way around a shoulder strap on her top. A few tugs got the Virginian on her feet, if only partially, as Autumn was quick to apply a Front Facelock and Underhook her left arm in the same breath. “Know what else I like?” she asked the vulnerable expanse of Cindy’s back. “I like playing around on the floor.”
That admission was still coming off her lips when Sammain popped her hips and took Cindy up, over and down courtesy of a flawless Half Hatch Suplex. Bash came down hard on her lower back and arched up at once, one hand flying to the point of impact.
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4wBENCtsZQ
Autumn noted this with some satisfaction, then turned to the ref who was about halfway into his count. “You know I’m just going to roll under and break it, don’t you? Why not just stop counting and know that I’ll get this punk back into the ring? Sooner or later.”
Merle mulled it over for a moment, then raised a finger and shouted, “ELEVEN!”
“Your vocal cords.” Sammain sighed.
Loathe to leave Cindy for even a moment without some sort of parting gift, the Joshi Phenom nudged her foe’s protecting hand out of the way, then dropped down and spiked her knee squarely into the small of Bash’s back. Cindy cursed bitterly and rolled away which gave Sammain all the time she needed to dart under the bottom rope, where she remained just long enough to reset the official’s toll. Sliding back to the floor, she made a beeline to Bash and treated herself to a double handful of hair this time around. Cindy didn’t wanna come easy, but a Kneelift to the belly gave her very little choice in the issue.
“I seem to recall you like the ropes too.” Sammain noted as she pressed her opponent butt-first into the edge of the apron. “You certainly got a thrill out of folding me over one a few minutes agouuunnggghhh!”
Bash wrapped her arms around Autumn’s ribs and squeezed, not so much a Bear Hug, but a boxing-style clinch enacted with the hopes of freeing herself from this tight spot. “Wasn’t the ropes part that made me smile.” Cindy huffed to her squirming rival. “It was showing off that flat little ass of yours to the whole arennhhheerrggghhh!”
Autumn hugged her right back and more importantly, she pistoned three quick Kneelifts into the Bash’s ribs just above her right hip. A few more shots ended the brunette’s jailbreak, not that that stopped Sammain from driving the small of Cindy’s back into the apron one more time. Shrugging loose of Bash’s grasp, the Dragon grabbed both arms at the elbow and hung them over the middle rope. Still pressed close, Sammain reached over said rope, grabbed the bottom strand and yanked it up over Cindy’s biceps and shoulders to complete that unique application of the old rope vise.
Twisting like a wildcat the instant she realized she was trapped, Bash planted her feet against the floor and growled, “Get me out of here you goddamned dirty fighTNNNGH!”
Standing with her hands extended and both elbows tucked in against her sides, Autumn flicked her left hand out and CRAAACKED Cindy’s cheek. One Palm Strike might’ve stung, but it wasn’t nearly enough to slow a hardcase like Cindy Bash for more than a heartbeat or two. Which was why Sammain CRAACKED her again, this time with her right hand. Two hurt, three a little more so and after that the pain piled up exponentially as Autumn unleashed a withering barrage of Palm Strikes, each and every one of which connected with Cindy’s cheek, mouth, nose or some combination thereof.
Limited only by the twenty count rather than the much more restrictive five she would’ve gotten inside the ring, Sammain kept up the face-blistering barrage until Merle reached ‘SEVENTEEN!’ Then and only then did she wrench the roughly hung grappler free of her prison for immediate bundling under the bottom rope.
Following a moment to mop the sweat off her brow, Sammain grabbed the middle rope and used it to climb onto the apron. She’d been contemplating a Springboard Leg Drop, but Bash hadn’t rolled far enough from the ropes to allow for proper extension, so the brunette slipped between the strands and-- Cindy snapped her left leg up to kick the underside of the middle rope as Autumn was halfway through. The rubber-coated steel ‘twanged’ against the Phenom’s center and she let out a little moan as her knees went soft.
Never one to ignore a golden opportunity, Bash kicked the rope a second time, then stood up and grabbed the rope on either side of her faltering adversary. “You still got a LOT to learn about workin’ rough, girl.” the Virginia Creeper growled. “Here’s your first lesson.”
With that she jerked the rope up n’ down, up n’ down, Cindy using it like a blunt whip to punish her opponent’s womanhood. Keeping at it until Merle got damned obnoxious with his warnings and counts, Bash switched over to a plain ol’ hair-hold and jerked a gimpy-legged Sammain fully into the squared circle. “Walkin’ a little funny tuff girl, you havin’ problems with your lady parts?” Cindy taunted. “Bet I can make it better.” Bash went low, stuffed a shoulder into Autumn’s tummy and coiled her arms around the other brunette’s upper thighs. Then she pushed onto her toes and sank to one knee, all the better to THWHUMP opposing crotch atop her thigh. This didn’t help Autumn’s condition in the slightest and things only got worse when Cindy reached under that short skirt, grabbed a handful of black bottoms and yanked then north in an insidious Inverted Wedgie.
Shrieking as the material rode far higher and deeper than ever intended, Sammain didn’t even bother trying for her attacker’s hand. Rather she cupped the back of Cindy’s head in one hand and started PWAAKING Forearm Smashes off her skull with the other. Bash grunted, gave the wedgie another tug, then let loose and drilled a short punch into the Dragon’s crotch.
That stopped the forearms dead and allowed the Vicious Virginian to regain her footing. Shifting around so she could hook her right arm around Sammain’s left bicep, Cindy pounded a Kneelift of her own into the other brunette’s belly and slapped on a Front Facelock when Sammain doubled over. “Hit me with a pretty nice Suplex there on the outside.” Cindy admitted with false respect. “But as you may or may not know, Mama taught me a better version.”
Knees dipped, she flipped Autumn off her feet, flipped her over in midair and dropped down atop her chest to THWHUMP the Gaijin Extraordinaire between canvas and curves with the Bashhammer. Maintaining the Crossbody upon impact, Cindy corralled Autumn’s far leg with her free arm and pulled it up high for…
BASHHAMMER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5U4t9x2ePY
Merle was in place before Cindy has Autumn’s shapely leg pulled tight up against her side, Bash adding some jugg grinding to the cover for the pleasure of those in attendance…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Joshi Phenom broke her leg free, and shoved her foe just in time to keep the match going. Merle was up quickly holding up only two fingers as he backed away from the action.
Cindy on her haunches, buttocks on top of her heels and hands on her thighs, looked unbelievingly at the third person in the ring. Sammain took the moment of respite to fix her bottoms in as ladylike a fashion as possible and tended to the pain radiating from her womanhood. Bash pushed her sweat soaked hair back out of her face as she rose. “Never try to out tawdry a Bash, you’ll just get embarrassed.” Cindy taunted as she reached down to bring the Dragon back to her feet.
The Vicious Virginian got Sammain more or less vertical before sliding her arms under Autumn’s to grab a dual handful of hair. Merle warned Cindy to get off the hair, but he’s ignored as Bash locked eyes with the Gaijin Extraordinaire. Holding Autumn in place Cindy purred, “After you’re nuzzling jugg again their gonna be callin’ me Mother of Dragons.”
Taunt delivered, Cindy pulled the Joshi Phenom’s face into the sweating darkness of her cleavage. The standing smother applied, Cindy yanked Autumn around, trying to ride out the Dragon’s thrashing. The hold made it hard for Sammain to get any kind of counter going and some of the rowdier FAWNatics started a ‘TAP!’ chant, but they were outgunned by those supporting the Gaijin Extraordinaire with cries of ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’
Merle watched intently, not wanting to mistake Autumn’s thrashing attempts at escape as the brunette tapping out. Blind, Sammain tried to find anything to use for her freedom, but there was nothing and when she was out of options (not to mention desperate for oxygen) she grabbed a handful of Bash’s black hair and pulled back. She couldn’t break her face free, but she did get the Vicious Virginian moving backward and walked her to the ropes and now pressed all her weight into Bash to keep her pinned against the strands. Autumn’s tactic worked perfectly as Merle stepped in and called for the break. Cindy thought tried to delay things, “Well get her off me!”
The FAWN official wasn’t buying, and began to count. Cindy used four and a half of the count before freeing Sammain from her juggy tomb. Autumn stumbled backward air rushing into her body in big gulps as her scarlet-hued face slowly returned to her more natural complexion. Bash was slow to follow wiping the spittle from her décolletage and flicking it toward the front row. Cindy lineed herself up with the Joshi Phenom pointing her fingers like guns at the Dragon before pulling the triggers. Bash charged across the ring….CRAAAAACK!
The FAWNatics hadn’t seen it coming and neither did the Vicious Virginian, Autumn cocked her foot and caught Cindy with a Super Kick right on the chin. Bash fell like she was shot, spread eagled on the canvas and staring blankly at the bright lights above. The Gaijin Extraordinaire, still stumbling on jellied legs, turned and headed to the nearest set of turnbuckles and climbed. Cindy was motionless as Sammain reached the top and, facing out to the crowd, gave the fans the smallest grin before she leapt. The FAWNatics hade seen Autumn use the Phoenix Splash before, but it never failed to draw ‘OOOs’ and ‘AAAHs’ from those who witnessed it.
PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hHX9mIt50w
The Dragon of Tokyo landed down across Bash’s chest, the Southerner’s legs jackknifing in the air as her girls were squashed under Sammain. The crowd gave Autumn props with the “HOLYSHIITE!” chant as she hooked the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREKICKOUT!
Merle rolled over with the most shocked look on his face, he had to look at his hand to see he’s only holding up two fingers. The usually calm and composed Sammain also couldn’t believing she’s not the winner yet. Cindy groggy rolled back to her back after kicking out, but then turned to her side out of instinct. Now the crowd paid respect to both women with a ‘THIS IS AWESOME!’ chant
Autumn leaned back on her knees, took a deep breath and tucked some battle-damp hair behind her ears. Feeling no particular urge to question the count, the scooted north a little ways, pivoted sideways and swung a leg over Cindy’s upturned mug. The tawdrier FAWNatics roared in hopes of a Reverse Face Sit, but it was not to be, at least for the moment. Rather Sammain reached back, grabbed a handful of hair and jerked Bash’s head off the mat just far enough so slip her legs into place on either side. Still not satisfied, the vengeful Dragon crooked her left leg at an angle, slotting that shin into the pit of her right knee, then grasping her right ankle and pulling forward to add that much more pressure to the Figure Four Headscissors.
While it wasn’t quite smother enough for some tastes, Cindy’s chin was most definitely wedged into the southernmost curve of Autumn’s glutes and her nose was far too close to the rest for Bash’s liking. Braced on her free hand like it was a kickstand, Sammain flexed her thighs and tugged on her own ankle, thus ensuing any minor relief in pressure was not only short, but almost immediately followed by a marked increase.
“Ready to give it up, tramp?” Autumn asked after several temple-crushing seconds. “All you’ve gotta do is tap that mat. Better yet, tell the ref you can’t take anymornngh! Oh, is that how you want it?”
Cindy, who’d been worrying at Sammain’s thighs since the hold began, curled her hands into fists and started hammering at the other brunette’s ribs.
While she wasn’t about to let the defiance go unanswered, Autumn didn’t want to give up her kickstand balance either, so she pullllllllled on her right ankle, which in turn brought her opponent’s face that much closer to her buttocks. “Tap out, Bash.” the Joshi Phenom demanded. “Tell the ref or I promise you’ll tell my assEERRRGGGHHHHHHH BYTCH!”
Cindy stopped punching and started yanking, a double handful of the briefs beneath Autumn’s skirt that is. Grinning in spite of the fact that was facing down a proverbial buzzsaw, Bash rasped, “THIS FLAT PIECE’A GARBAGE DON’T SCARE ME SLUTBAG! GET ME ANY CLOSER AND I’LL TAKE A GODDAMNED BITE OUTTA AAAARRHHHH FAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Autumn moved the base of her kickstand from the mat to the center of Cindy’s trunks and squeezed until her fingers showed little white crescent moons at each knuckle. Forgetting all about the wedgie, Bash flailed wildly for Autumn’s clawin’ wrist, but the Headscissors had taken its toll on her strength and she couldn’t do much more than paw at it. “Give it up!” the Dragon demanded. “I wanna hear you say it!”
“F*UCK YOU!” Cindy bawled in a tone almost as red as her flushed face.
More than willing to humiliate when an opponent had drawn first blood, Sammain let go of her ankle, grabbed a massive handful of the Virginian’s hair and yanked her into the makeshift thong that Bash herself had created. Autumn made no demands now, she only held Cindy’s face to her curves while doing everything in her power to remove a great chunk of her foe’s scalp.
Cindy keened and wailed into those encroaching buns, the combination of squeeze, smother and claw just too much indignity to suffer in silence. She didn’t give up though. Long after her legs had settled out to the occasional faint twitch and her arms flopped limp at her sides, the southern brawler never once whimpered for release.
Merle knew she was done though, he’d called enough matches to know a girl KO’ed by a Headscissors when he saw one. So he dropped to one knee, took hold of her wrist and raised it over her head.
Autumn abandoned the hold before the official had a chance to make his check. “Don’t bother.” she said while gingerly adjusting her distended bottoms. “If she didn’t tap out, she didn’t tap out. I’ll get what I want another way.”
He wasn’t quite sure he liked the sound of that, but a wise man didn’t oppose the Dragon when she was in this sort of mood, so Merle held his tongue as Autumn secured a double handful of hair and scraped her prey off the mat. Swinging around behind the other brunette, Sammain hooked her left arm over Bash’s left shoulder and slipped her right arm between Cindy’s thighs. A heartbeat later she lifted Bash up, spun her over and dropped her gut-first onto her right shoulder. Then she wrapped her arms around Cindy’s waist and dropped to her knees to THAWHUNK the crown of her rival’s skull into the mat with a murderous Tombstone-style twist on the Autumn Rain.
TOMBSTONE STYLE AUTUMN RAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iq6xm7VcddY
Bash hit the mat in stone faint, her arms and legs splayed wide in a textbook perfect spread eagle. Almost satisfied with the night’s work, Sammain planted her hands on either side of Cindy’s hips and pushed into a deep crouch. From there she stretched her legs into a flawless split and slid forward until her undercarriage was snug against Cindy’s mouth and nose. That was the only contact between the two women, yet that was all it took for Merle to swoop in and count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Autumn raised a fist and held it, a domineering pose that served as visual confirmation to the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
The Dragon of Tokyo pushed to vertical, planted a boot on Bash’s tits, then let out a war cry when Merle raised her hand. Focusing her attention on the nearest camera after the worst of the noise died down, Autumn caught her breath and said, “Attention all you brawlers and catfighters. Attention all you strikes and submission specialists. Attention powerhouses, highfliers, grapplers, hardcore freaks, luchadoras and spot monkeys. You want to find out how good you really are? Step between these ropes with me and I’ll give you a taste of who really runs this ring. Because as good as you THINK you are? None of you can hang with a Dragon.”
Then she set off on a tour of the posts, Autumn mounting each one and bellowing to let everyone in the sound of her voice know that the ring was her lair and she would defend it with every bit of fury and flame at her disposal.