Post by alyadmirer on Oct 20, 2015 7:32:56 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” declares our friendly neighborhood announcer, “your following contest is a TAG TEAM match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at a combined total of two hundred and seventy-three pounds, LaKEISHA BATES and KENDRA LaRUE! Together, they are BOOOOOOTTTYYYSSSHHHOOOCCCKKK!!!!!”
Bubba Sparxxx’s ‘Ms. New Booty’ is greeted with a wall of jeers, none of which usually do a damned thing to stop the Booty Queen of Fort Worth and the Siren from storming through the curtain in all their callipygian glory.
”MS. NEW BOOTY”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZxJp32NSdA
But tonight, for reasons unknown, it’s only Kendra who bursts onto the stage...
KENDRA LaRUE:
LaRue does things to her fightin’ black bikini that were illegal in most Bible Belt states. While every bit of her is easy on the eyes, she wasn’t part of a team called ’Bootyshock’ for no reason, and so it’s no wonder that most every eye in the place was drawn to her backside where the word ‘Siren’ is scrawled in flowing pink script. Not that you’re paying a damned bit of attention to accessories, but her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. As jeers give way to confused murmurs, Kendra storms down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Once on her feet, the Siren STOMPS over to the announcer, snatching the microphone away from him.
“You may be morons,” Kendra fumes at the FAWNatics, a pronouncement met predictably with boos and whistles, “but I know you’re not deaf. You heard this was supposed to be a tag match. Me and my partner were SUPPOSED to get some richly deserved revenge on Fletcher and Diamond. So why the hell am I out here on my own? Because SOME lowlife you idiots worship decided to JUMP ‘Keish backstage!”
The news of the Nubian Queen’s incapacitation isn’t exactly heartbreaking for the crowd, it has to be said.
“Probably thought she’d get away with it, too,” LaRue continues. “But I SAW the two-faced skank as she was slinking away. I know EXACTLY who did it, but I just wanna know why. Why does one of your darling goody two shoes go after someone who hasn’t done the first damn thing to her in ages.
“So JULIET BLOODWIND,” the Siren calls, “bring your lumpy ass down to this ring, and tell everyone why. And you do it NOW!”
At first, silence. A nothingness that seems to stretch on for half a minute, or possibly just a third of that in reality. But then, the speakers crack, and “Killing in the Name” begins to pulse over the air...
”KILLING IN THE NAME”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GKdH2GwaO4
JULIET BLOODWIND
The Tempe Temptress emerges atop the ramp, to another deafening roar, her loss of the Intercontinental title doing precious little to dampen the FAWNatics’ love for her. Bloodwind exudes her usual flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring, but there’s also a certain look of mystification clouding her features. The pigtailed Juliet slaps the occasional hand offered her way along her path, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. But her focus is primarily on her accuser in the ring.
Bloodwind eschews her usual lap around ringside to quickly ascend the steps, and then foregoes her usual theatrics by simply sliding through the ropes. With a wave of her hand, she calls for a mic of her own, and it’s promptly tossed her way. “Kendra,” Juliet begins, “I don’t know what you THINK you saw, but I’ve been in the back with Nyssa all ni...”
“Oh, don’t even TRY to give me that shit,” LaRue snaps, cutting her off. “I SAW YOU, BLOODWIND! Who else besides your shrimp of a sister were run around in those tacky skins, and she’s not tall enough to be the chickenshit I saw running away.”
“You said it yourself, Kendra,” counters the Tempe Temptress. “WHY would I do that? I mean, sure, I don’t LIKE LaKeisha. I don’t think ANYONE outside of you LIKES the bytch...”
The FAWNatics explode in loud agreement, while Kendra stifles a mirthless chuckle.
“But if I wanted to trade blows with her, I’d do it out here. In front of everybody. Just like if you wanna throw down with me for something you THINK I did? Well, I’m more than willing to take you on, and PROVE my innocence.”
“That a fact?” LaRue snarls, her eyebrow arching.
“Damn straight,” Juliet nods, stepping a little closer. “You want a match? You GOT a maaaAAAAHHHHHHUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”
Before the Tempe Temptress can finish her ascent, the Siren’s boot swings upward, catching the proud Native American flush between the thighs and buckling her stems. And as the referee calls for a bell, LaRue guides the slumping Juliet’s noggin between her thighs, clamping down with a standing headscissors. The bootylicious brunette then, almost effortlessly, swings Juliet up onto her shoulder, Canadian backbreaker style. Only before Bloodwind can get TOO uncomfortable, the Siren’s free hand pushes against her opponent’s shoulder, flipping the Tempe Temptress as Kendra drops to the mat, her Over Easy planting the Navajo beauty face first. LaRue immediately goes for the cover...
OVER EASY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNpdgyew8XA
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
Not even remotely concerned with her opportunity to punish Juliet for her transgressions remaining ongoing, Kendra yanks her foe up with a handful of hair, then launches Bloodwind toward the far corner with an Irish whip. Bloodwind’s back slams into the buckles HARD, hard enough to overwhelm her still trembling gams and send the Navajo warrior plopping to her backside. Which suits the Siren perfectly, Kendra racing in after her, leaping and swiveling her hips to SLAM her rump into Bloodwind’s mug. LaRue bounces away from the impact, which leaves the Tempe Temptress that much more rumpled in the corner. Retreating to the opposite set of buckles, Kendra again takes off toward her prey--only this time she dives into a flip, but with familiar results, her vaunted tush once again SLAMMING into Juliet’s face.
Peeling Bloodwind off the canvas, the Siren sends the Tempe Temptress stumbling back into the ropes with a shove. Bodying in, the curvier brunette takes a wrist and sets her feet, sending Juliet for the ride and marching to mid ring. As Bloodwind approaches, LaRue raises her arm, but the Navajo beauty ducks the clothesline, carrying on her way toward the opposite cables. As Kendra begins to turn, Juliet leaps onto the middle rope, using the cable to propel herself back toward the former Queen of the Jungle with a crossbody...
There’s the familiar ‘THWACK!’ of torso striking torso upon impact, and a small gust of a gasp from Kendra... but the bootylicious babe’s legs right themselves almost immediately. Bloodwind has just enough time to start shaking her head before LaRue sends her swinging through the air, delivering the Tempe Temptress to the mat with an EMPHATIC side slam.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygBPa6gNntI
Tugging the Tempe Temptress up to wobbly legs, Kendra ducks down, slipping her head between Juliet’s glistening thighs. Holding onto the shapely stems with both arms, LaRue straightens up, leaving her opponent hanging down across her back. The Siren then takes three long, graceful strides across the canvas before sending Bloodwind off with a slight push... and as Juliet falls to earth, Kendra jumps ever so slightly in the opposite direction. As she sits out, gravity promptly pulls the Siren down to join her foe, LaRue’s ample rump CRASHING onto Juliet’s overmatched juggs. “GYYYYUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” the Navajo beauty exhales loudly, her eyes threatening to pop from their sockets as Kendra climbs to her feet.
SIREN BOMB @1:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
And a smirking Siren places one boot atop Bloodwind’s bosom for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!
Even with the dismissive cover, LaRue’s legendary backside proves ALMOST enough to secure the victory, Juliet only just managing to raise a shoulder in time. Stooping down, the Siren tugs Bloodwind up to verticality with a handful of hair--and then, with her grip on the Tempe Temptress’ pigtails still in place, Kendra takes to a knee, YANKING Juliet into a vicious collision between her spine and LaRue’s knee. Juliet tumbles to the canvas, landing on her stomach, feet kicking the mat as she rubs the base of her spine... but LaRue latches onto another helping of locks. This time, she stoops as she pulls Jules to her feet, threading an arm through the Native American’s thighs and muscling her up into a fireman’s carry...
... but a swift and sudden barrage of elbows from the Tempe Temptress allow Juliet to wriggle loose. Landing on her feet behind the Siren, Bloodwind fashions both her hands into knife edges, delivering both into the base of Kendra’s neck with her Navajo chop. Grabbing a shoulder, she wheels Kendra around and attempts to launch her toward the ropes with an Irish whip.
But Kendra reverses.
For a second time, the Siren aims to take Juliet’s head off with a clothesline. And, for a second time, Bloodwind ducks the scythe. This time, the Tempe Temptress is content to rush into the opposite cables. Meanwhile, LaRue swivels around, shuffling her feet into a broad stance and dipping in anticipation of launching the Navajo warrior with a backdrop...
... only Juliet does her best impression of a Diamondbacks baserunner, sliding clear between LaRue’s legs and avoiding any tags. Almost in an instant, Juliet is back on her feet, and she’s airborne even before Kendra has finished turning around, her thighs clamping tight around the Siren’s skull before she takes the bootylicious brunette down with a standing rana!
A wincing Kendra rolls up to a seated position, and a resurgent Tempe Temptress quickly nuzzles in behind her, Juliet’s exquisite legs claiming LaRue’s midsection in a bodyscissors. The Siren’s hands move to Bloodwind’s knees, but before they can do anything to free her, the Navajo’s arm slip underneath hers--prompting an amused roar from the FAWNatics.
Even with danger on the horizon, Kendra scoffs. “Really?” she asks. “You REALLY think you can hurt MY aaaaAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Bloodwind rocks back, then quickly reverses, thumping the Siren’s hindquarters into the canvas with a keister bounce. “Well,” Juliet mutters into Kendra’s ear, “I HAVE heard the whispers about cement injections. Figured I’d test ‘em out...” Again, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, depositing Kendra on her rump a second time, MORE forcefully on the occasion. But rather than go for a third, Bloodwind throws her weight to the left, rolling to her stomach--and leaving LaRue’s shoulders flat on the mat, her throbbing backside raised to the rafters.
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Kendra bucks out.
Again, Kendra rolls up to a seated position... only this time, she yelps as her butt makes contact with the mat, LaRue closing her eyes as she scoots into the near corner. Now, had her eyes been open, she might have seen the Tempe Temptress barreling down on her in time to move to the side. Instead, her eyes open JUST in time to meet a faceful of knee from Juliet’s panic attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Taking Kendra by the ankles, Juliet drags the Siren out of the corner, away from the ropes. Then, keeping a tight reign on the buxom brunette stems, she launches herself over Kendra’s frame, her feet landing on either side of LaRue’s noggin with the jackknife pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!!!!!!
Kendra’s fists swing up, slamming into Bloodwind’s flanks, breaking the cover.
Bloodwind grimaces, but she stays on the attack, climbing to her feet and hairhauling Kendra to hers as well. Slapping on a quick three-quarter facelock, the Tempe Temptress starts to sprint toward the near corner, clearing aiming to deliver her Bloodhawk Plunge. But with the Native American’s feet still grounded, LaRue brings her hands to Juliet’s lower back, shoving free--and sending the former Intercontinental champion crashing into a chest first collision with the turnbuckles...
... which was followed in short order by one hundred and thirty-eight pounds of enraged Siren SLAMMING into Bloodwind from behind, CRUSHING Juliet between Kendra and the buckles. LaRue takes a mere half step back, just enough to allow her to spin a gasping Navajo warrior around and whip her toward the opposite corner...
... and a charging Kendra follows her in, a second massive splash leaving Bloodwind breathless, slumping until her ass settles against the bottom turnbuckle.
“You’re going the wrong way, bytch,” Kendra hisses, scooping the Tempe Temptress up and swinging her upside down. Shoving the pits of Juliet’s knees down onto the top rope, the Siren crosses her opponent’s boots underneath the top turnbuckle, securing Bloodwind to the Tree of Woe. With the Navajo warrior all but helpless, LaRue sends a trio of harsh stomps to Juliet’s belly--and a final, parting boot between her legs.
The low blow earns a rebuke from the official, but it accomplishes its job, leaving the Tempe Temptress pacified as Kendra slips onto the apron. The Siren climbs her way to the top rope, pressing a boot just underneath Bloodwind’s right knee. It takes a moment, but her sole eventually finds the sweet spot, forcing Juliet’s abs to crunch involuntarily...
... and as Bloodwind curls up, Kendra springs into the air, the “Dattest” of “Dat Asses” in FAWN dislodging the Tempe Temptress from the Tree of Woe when it connects with Juliet’s face and sternum.
HANGING ASS DROP @1:14:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MtDkClFc4Q
As Juliet’s body collects into a puddle on her back, Kendra rolls to her knees, planting her palms dominantly atop Bloodwind’s bosom...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Again, as dismissive a cover as it might have been, it was STILL almost good enough following the devastation Kendra’s ass had unleashed. Had they been in the middle of the ring, it might have gotten the Siren the three count. But instead, Juliet just manages to flop an ankle across the bottom rope, keeping her alive.
Taking a wrist, Kendra NOW elects to drag her prey to the center of the ring, and then drops to a seat above Bloodwind’s noggin. Assisting her opponent up to a seated position, LaRue scoots forward, her legs snaking around the waist of the Tempe Temptress. The bodyscissors secure, the Siren wastes NO time adding on a full nelson. “And now, bytch,” Kendra snarls, “THIS is how you keister bounce someone.”
LaRue rocks back, then shifts forward, SLAMMING Juliet down on her hindquarters. The first keister bounce knocks the Tempe Temptress just a little bit out of her bootyshock. The second brings her back around fully with a groan. Juliet’s cries grow a little louder with each successive impact, until the fifth has the proud Navajo’s eyes welling.
Breaking the bodyscissors, Kendra climbs to her feet, and Juliet uses her newfound freedom to roll to her belly, enjoying the sensation of cool FAWN Arena air against her stinging tush, even through the faux deerskin. Smirking in satisfaction, Kendra leans down, her arms engulfing the Tempe Temptress around the midsection. And then, in an impressive display of strength, the Siren muscles her foe off the mat, into the air, and then bridges back, Bloodwind SLAMMED on her head and shoulders by a dead lift German suplex.
DEAD LIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxlzBSX11eE
LaRue doesn’t hold onto the bridge, which allows the Tempe Temptress to topple over on her side, puddling into a boneless lump of flesh as Kendra rises. The bootylicious brunette raises her arms, waving her hands upward, as if urging the crowd to boo louder--which, of course, they do. “YOU FOOLS ARE STILL GONNA CHEER THIS LYING BYTCH???” the Siren snaps.
The FAWNatics respond as one, chanting, “WE DON’T BUY IT!”
LaRue rolls her eyes. “OH, I’LL MAKE YOU ALL BELIEVERS BEFORE I’M DONE!” Scraping the remnants of the Tempe Temptress off the deck, Kendra dips down, once again muscling the Native American beauty up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry...
... and, just as before, Juliet shows renewed signs of life, firing elbows into Kendra’s skull! Wriggling out the back door, Bloodwind grabs Kendra by the shoulder and wheels her around. Taking a wrist, the Tempe Temptress sends her opponent for the ride with an Irish whip into the near ropes, which proves a wise choice. Using the far cables might have allowed the Siren a chance to respond. Instead, Kendra is still shaking off her confusion as she returns to Bloodwind, the former Intercontinental champion wrapping her arms around LaRue’s thigh and powering the Siren heavenward, then falling back to conclude the flapjack.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBtd_kmdaBA
Kendra bounces up to her knees from the impact, then climbs to her feet, FAAR from gracefully. As the Siren drunkenly stumbles into the corner, Juliet follows her in, turning the bootylicious brunette’s back to the buckles. “WANNA TRY TO KEEP UP?” the Tempe Temptress shouts to Navajo Nation as she draws back her chopping hand, and as always, the crowd tries its best to count along as Bloodwind unleashes her Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
To their credit, the FAWNatics manage to keep an accurate tally through the first FIFTEEN thunderous chops to Kendra’s copious decolletage. But as Juliet takes a step back, the wicked smile pursing her lips almost says “Challenge accepted!” before she steps in and begins a SECOND onslaught. Sure enough, by about the eighth chop of this wave, the crowd begins to fall behind, their running count ending in a less than certain “SEVENTEEN?”...
... and about four more uncounted chops from the Tempe Temptress.
As the Navajo beauty takes a sideways step, Kendra stumbles past her, her lower lip quivering as her left hand rises the protect her bosom from any third wave of chops. But her bust appears safe, Juliet instead satisfied to claim a wrist, the referee moving into the vacated corner as Bloodwind prepares to whip LaRue toward the far corner...
... instead, Kendra applies the brakes. She reverses the whip, but rather than send Juliet toward the far corner, the Siren abruptly launches Bloodwind toward the near corner--and into the referee! As the sandwiched official plops to a seat in the corner, his bell thoroughly rung, the Tempe Temptress staggers in a backpedal toward LaRue. Nudging her head under Juliet’s left arm, Kendra bridges back, lifting Bloodwind off her feet...
HOMICIDE BACKDROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKxqYfTg3Dg
... but at the very start of her ascent, Juliet kicks her legs heavenward, allowing her to over-rotate and land on her feet behind the fallen Siren. Of course, LaRue immediately realizes something has gone wrong, and she scrambles to her feet. But all she accomplishes is eating a dropkick from Bloodwind for her troubles. LaRue is sent staggering back into the ropes, the curvy brunette’s arms spilling over the top rope as her opponent marches toward her. Snatching a wrist, Juliet performs an Irish whip, stalking her way to the middle of the ring...
... and where Kendra had failed twice, Juliet succeeds first time, slinging the Siren onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. Bloodwind then takes one step forward before throwing it into full reverse, falling back and DRIVING LaRue to the mat with her Pop Up Samoan Drop.
POP UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
The Tempe Temptress kips to her feet, earning a raucous cheer from the capacity crowd. Claiming a handful of LaRue’s hair, the Navajo beauty tugs Kendra up to rubbery legs, the Siren managing to take one almost comically wild swing at Bloodwind. Jules ducks it easily, straightening up and trapping the curvier brunette’s arm behind her head. Reaching one arm across Kendra’s chest, Bloodwind’s other hand claims a handful of waistband. And with no further warning, the Tempe Temptress lifts the Siren off her feet, falling backward to execute a picture perfect Bloodhawk Slam!
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLUTjNyxWrE but with a lift
Juliet crawls to drape herself across LaRue’s chest, reaching and gathering up the Siren’s outside leg while her own gam hooks around Kendra’s inside stem....
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
The count comes only from the crowd, the referee still trying to regain his senses in the corner. With disgust, Bloodwind tosses away her opponents gams and then scampers on her hands and knees over to the zebra, intent on rousing him. As the FAWNatics unload on the negligent official, few notice the figure darting down the aisle...
... until she dives under the bottom rope. As she springs to her feet, the first thing the crowd realizes about this intruder is that she is sporting thoroughly convincing imitations of Juliet Bloodwind’s faux deerskin togs. And, with her hair down in pigtails, from a distance many would be forgiven for thinking that she was the Tempe Temptress.
But the Tempe Temptress was already in the ring, and her back was to whoever this woman might be. Navajo Nation attempts to alert their champion to the danger... and it works! Pushing to her feet, Juliet turns around, certain she was about to catch Kendra LaRue in the act of blindsiding her...
... instead, she comes face to face with a doppelganger.
Juliet barely has time to utter “Who...” before a knee PLOWS into her midsection, and in the next instant, an arm clamps around her head. Clamping down on a handful of imitation deerskin, the imitation Tempe Temptress hoists her prey into the air, then drops to one knee, VIOLENTLY dropping the back of Juliet’s head across her outstretched thigh. Bloodwind flops to a seat, arms limp in front of her, eyes vacant as she stares blankly ahead.
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
From one knee, the interloper reaches up, undoing her pigtails before freeing her lustrous dark locks with a wave. She then reaches her right hand toward her hip, where perhaps for the first time the FAWNatics notice a small, thin, black object protruding. Extracting the Android from her waistband, she slips in behind the nearly insensate Juliet, her chin resting on Bloodwind’s left shoulder, her right hand moving to cup the Tempe Temptress’ chin as her left snaps off a selfie.
“I’d say this should get at least a thousand likes,” Lyssa Zahn notes, putting down her phone before rising.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Yanking the Tempe Temptress up to jell-o’ed stems, Zahn turns the Navajo warrior to face her before underhooking Bloodwind’s arms, Juliet’s head pressed in tight just above Lyssa’s right hip. The wayward Queen of the Desert allows herself a brief, wistful glance down at her beloved Android. “Pity,” she sighs. “Pretty sure this could’ve broken YouTube, if I had someone to film it.” Without another word, the Social Media Superstar hups the former Intercontinental champion aloft, falling back and DRIVING Bloodwind’s face and chest into the canvas.
INSTASLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMUnTnf-CTM&feature=youtu.be&t=1m9s
Apparently satisfied, Lyssa rolls toward the ropes, gathering up her phone as she departs the ring. As she starts back up the aisle, there’s finally movement inside the ring, Kendra struggling to sit up while the official pulls himself up along the ropes. Neither one spots the retreating intruder, and when the Siren notices that the Tempe Temptress is vulnerable, she doesn’t spare any other concerns so much as a passing thought. Climbing to her feet, LaRue jerks Juliet up, clamping on a standing headscissors. Gathering up Bloodwind’s arms, Kendra then reaches to claim the Native American’s thighs, muscling Juliet into the air in one tightly trussed up package. The Siren the swivels around before dropping to her rump, DRILLING Bloodwind’s skull into the mat with the Kendra Krusher.
KENDRA KRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5ZlOOF0aRY
Juliet’s momentum propels the Tempe Temptress up to a seated position, but it’s not one she maintains long. Utterly driven into unconsciousness, Bloodwind tumbles backward, landing in a splattered starfish. And as he referee drags himself over, Kendra doesn’t bother with hooking any legs. She simply presses her palms down atop Juliet’s heaving breasts, the FAWNatics LOUDLY booing as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
... and, frankly, following both Kendra AND Lyssa’s finishers, he could have counted to FIFTY before the Tempe Temptress so much as spasmed.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your winner, via pinfall... KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
The Siren leans back after the bell sounds, remaining on her knees and regarding the vanquished, slumbering Juliet Bloodwind before her with disgust. But as the referee raises her hand, her lips curl into an ever so slight, twisted smile. She had DOMINATED the Jungle. Success in FAWN had not come nearly as easily, but a win over a former Intercontinental champion? On the biggest stage of the year?
That was a good starting point for building her legacy.
She accepts the official’s assistance in regaining her footing, but rather than leave the ring, she circles to above Juliet’s noggin. “YOU WANTED TO STICK YOUR NOSE IN BOOTYSHOCK BUSINESS, BYTCH?” the Siren shouts. “WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE PLACE THAT NOSE IS GOING NOW!”
LaRue falls to her knee, not so much settling onto a beaten thrown as just SLAMMING her rear end down onto Juliet’s unaware features. BEATING a former Intercontinental champion at Mania was all well and good, but leaving her mark on the Tempe Temptress? THAT would be a TRUE Mania moment...
... and, just on the other side of the curtain, a certain Social Media Superstar watches on, thoroughly pleased with the chaos she had unleashed.
Bubba Sparxxx’s ‘Ms. New Booty’ is greeted with a wall of jeers, none of which usually do a damned thing to stop the Booty Queen of Fort Worth and the Siren from storming through the curtain in all their callipygian glory.
”MS. NEW BOOTY”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZxJp32NSdA
But tonight, for reasons unknown, it’s only Kendra who bursts onto the stage...
KENDRA LaRUE:
LaRue does things to her fightin’ black bikini that were illegal in most Bible Belt states. While every bit of her is easy on the eyes, she wasn’t part of a team called ’Bootyshock’ for no reason, and so it’s no wonder that most every eye in the place was drawn to her backside where the word ‘Siren’ is scrawled in flowing pink script. Not that you’re paying a damned bit of attention to accessories, but her ensemble is completed by white pads and boots. As jeers give way to confused murmurs, Kendra storms down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. Once on her feet, the Siren STOMPS over to the announcer, snatching the microphone away from him.
“You may be morons,” Kendra fumes at the FAWNatics, a pronouncement met predictably with boos and whistles, “but I know you’re not deaf. You heard this was supposed to be a tag match. Me and my partner were SUPPOSED to get some richly deserved revenge on Fletcher and Diamond. So why the hell am I out here on my own? Because SOME lowlife you idiots worship decided to JUMP ‘Keish backstage!”
The news of the Nubian Queen’s incapacitation isn’t exactly heartbreaking for the crowd, it has to be said.
“Probably thought she’d get away with it, too,” LaRue continues. “But I SAW the two-faced skank as she was slinking away. I know EXACTLY who did it, but I just wanna know why. Why does one of your darling goody two shoes go after someone who hasn’t done the first damn thing to her in ages.
“So JULIET BLOODWIND,” the Siren calls, “bring your lumpy ass down to this ring, and tell everyone why. And you do it NOW!”
At first, silence. A nothingness that seems to stretch on for half a minute, or possibly just a third of that in reality. But then, the speakers crack, and “Killing in the Name” begins to pulse over the air...
”KILLING IN THE NAME”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GKdH2GwaO4
JULIET BLOODWIND
The Tempe Temptress emerges atop the ramp, to another deafening roar, her loss of the Intercontinental title doing precious little to dampen the FAWNatics’ love for her. Bloodwind exudes her usual flirtatious confidence as she struts down the steel toward the ring, but there’s also a certain look of mystification clouding her features. The pigtailed Juliet slaps the occasional hand offered her way along her path, her imitation deerskin string bikini and matching knee high boots leaving very little to the public's imagination, and receiving a rousing vocal endorsement. But her focus is primarily on her accuser in the ring.
Bloodwind eschews her usual lap around ringside to quickly ascend the steps, and then foregoes her usual theatrics by simply sliding through the ropes. With a wave of her hand, she calls for a mic of her own, and it’s promptly tossed her way. “Kendra,” Juliet begins, “I don’t know what you THINK you saw, but I’ve been in the back with Nyssa all ni...”
“Oh, don’t even TRY to give me that shit,” LaRue snaps, cutting her off. “I SAW YOU, BLOODWIND! Who else besides your shrimp of a sister were run around in those tacky skins, and she’s not tall enough to be the chickenshit I saw running away.”
“You said it yourself, Kendra,” counters the Tempe Temptress. “WHY would I do that? I mean, sure, I don’t LIKE LaKeisha. I don’t think ANYONE outside of you LIKES the bytch...”
The FAWNatics explode in loud agreement, while Kendra stifles a mirthless chuckle.
“But if I wanted to trade blows with her, I’d do it out here. In front of everybody. Just like if you wanna throw down with me for something you THINK I did? Well, I’m more than willing to take you on, and PROVE my innocence.”
“That a fact?” LaRue snarls, her eyebrow arching.
“Damn straight,” Juliet nods, stepping a little closer. “You want a match? You GOT a maaaAAAAHHHHHHUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...”
Before the Tempe Temptress can finish her ascent, the Siren’s boot swings upward, catching the proud Native American flush between the thighs and buckling her stems. And as the referee calls for a bell, LaRue guides the slumping Juliet’s noggin between her thighs, clamping down with a standing headscissors. The bootylicious brunette then, almost effortlessly, swings Juliet up onto her shoulder, Canadian backbreaker style. Only before Bloodwind can get TOO uncomfortable, the Siren’s free hand pushes against her opponent’s shoulder, flipping the Tempe Temptress as Kendra drops to the mat, her Over Easy planting the Navajo beauty face first. LaRue immediately goes for the cover...
OVER EASY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNpdgyew8XA
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!!!
Not even remotely concerned with her opportunity to punish Juliet for her transgressions remaining ongoing, Kendra yanks her foe up with a handful of hair, then launches Bloodwind toward the far corner with an Irish whip. Bloodwind’s back slams into the buckles HARD, hard enough to overwhelm her still trembling gams and send the Navajo warrior plopping to her backside. Which suits the Siren perfectly, Kendra racing in after her, leaping and swiveling her hips to SLAM her rump into Bloodwind’s mug. LaRue bounces away from the impact, which leaves the Tempe Temptress that much more rumpled in the corner. Retreating to the opposite set of buckles, Kendra again takes off toward her prey--only this time she dives into a flip, but with familiar results, her vaunted tush once again SLAMMING into Juliet’s face.
Peeling Bloodwind off the canvas, the Siren sends the Tempe Temptress stumbling back into the ropes with a shove. Bodying in, the curvier brunette takes a wrist and sets her feet, sending Juliet for the ride and marching to mid ring. As Bloodwind approaches, LaRue raises her arm, but the Navajo beauty ducks the clothesline, carrying on her way toward the opposite cables. As Kendra begins to turn, Juliet leaps onto the middle rope, using the cable to propel herself back toward the former Queen of the Jungle with a crossbody...
There’s the familiar ‘THWACK!’ of torso striking torso upon impact, and a small gust of a gasp from Kendra... but the bootylicious babe’s legs right themselves almost immediately. Bloodwind has just enough time to start shaking her head before LaRue sends her swinging through the air, delivering the Tempe Temptress to the mat with an EMPHATIC side slam.
SWINGING SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygBPa6gNntI
Tugging the Tempe Temptress up to wobbly legs, Kendra ducks down, slipping her head between Juliet’s glistening thighs. Holding onto the shapely stems with both arms, LaRue straightens up, leaving her opponent hanging down across her back. The Siren then takes three long, graceful strides across the canvas before sending Bloodwind off with a slight push... and as Juliet falls to earth, Kendra jumps ever so slightly in the opposite direction. As she sits out, gravity promptly pulls the Siren down to join her foe, LaRue’s ample rump CRASHING onto Juliet’s overmatched juggs. “GYYYYUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” the Navajo beauty exhales loudly, her eyes threatening to pop from their sockets as Kendra climbs to her feet.
SIREN BOMB @1:35:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAvREo5QIH8
And a smirking Siren places one boot atop Bloodwind’s bosom for the...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOO!!!!!!!
Even with the dismissive cover, LaRue’s legendary backside proves ALMOST enough to secure the victory, Juliet only just managing to raise a shoulder in time. Stooping down, the Siren tugs Bloodwind up to verticality with a handful of hair--and then, with her grip on the Tempe Temptress’ pigtails still in place, Kendra takes to a knee, YANKING Juliet into a vicious collision between her spine and LaRue’s knee. Juliet tumbles to the canvas, landing on her stomach, feet kicking the mat as she rubs the base of her spine... but LaRue latches onto another helping of locks. This time, she stoops as she pulls Jules to her feet, threading an arm through the Native American’s thighs and muscling her up into a fireman’s carry...
... but a swift and sudden barrage of elbows from the Tempe Temptress allow Juliet to wriggle loose. Landing on her feet behind the Siren, Bloodwind fashions both her hands into knife edges, delivering both into the base of Kendra’s neck with her Navajo chop. Grabbing a shoulder, she wheels Kendra around and attempts to launch her toward the ropes with an Irish whip.
But Kendra reverses.
For a second time, the Siren aims to take Juliet’s head off with a clothesline. And, for a second time, Bloodwind ducks the scythe. This time, the Tempe Temptress is content to rush into the opposite cables. Meanwhile, LaRue swivels around, shuffling her feet into a broad stance and dipping in anticipation of launching the Navajo warrior with a backdrop...
... only Juliet does her best impression of a Diamondbacks baserunner, sliding clear between LaRue’s legs and avoiding any tags. Almost in an instant, Juliet is back on her feet, and she’s airborne even before Kendra has finished turning around, her thighs clamping tight around the Siren’s skull before she takes the bootylicious brunette down with a standing rana!
A wincing Kendra rolls up to a seated position, and a resurgent Tempe Temptress quickly nuzzles in behind her, Juliet’s exquisite legs claiming LaRue’s midsection in a bodyscissors. The Siren’s hands move to Bloodwind’s knees, but before they can do anything to free her, the Navajo’s arm slip underneath hers--prompting an amused roar from the FAWNatics.
Even with danger on the horizon, Kendra scoffs. “Really?” she asks. “You REALLY think you can hurt MY aaaaAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
Bloodwind rocks back, then quickly reverses, thumping the Siren’s hindquarters into the canvas with a keister bounce. “Well,” Juliet mutters into Kendra’s ear, “I HAVE heard the whispers about cement injections. Figured I’d test ‘em out...” Again, the Tempe Temptress rocks back, depositing Kendra on her rump a second time, MORE forcefully on the occasion. But rather than go for a third, Bloodwind throws her weight to the left, rolling to her stomach--and leaving LaRue’s shoulders flat on the mat, her throbbing backside raised to the rafters.
ONE...
TWO...
NOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Kendra bucks out.
Again, Kendra rolls up to a seated position... only this time, she yelps as her butt makes contact with the mat, LaRue closing her eyes as she scoots into the near corner. Now, had her eyes been open, she might have seen the Tempe Temptress barreling down on her in time to move to the side. Instead, her eyes open JUST in time to meet a faceful of knee from Juliet’s panic attack.
PANIC ATTACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=71snnULKf4g
Taking Kendra by the ankles, Juliet drags the Siren out of the corner, away from the ropes. Then, keeping a tight reign on the buxom brunette stems, she launches herself over Kendra’s frame, her feet landing on either side of LaRue’s noggin with the jackknife pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOOO!!!!!!
Kendra’s fists swing up, slamming into Bloodwind’s flanks, breaking the cover.
Bloodwind grimaces, but she stays on the attack, climbing to her feet and hairhauling Kendra to hers as well. Slapping on a quick three-quarter facelock, the Tempe Temptress starts to sprint toward the near corner, clearing aiming to deliver her Bloodhawk Plunge. But with the Native American’s feet still grounded, LaRue brings her hands to Juliet’s lower back, shoving free--and sending the former Intercontinental champion crashing into a chest first collision with the turnbuckles...
... which was followed in short order by one hundred and thirty-eight pounds of enraged Siren SLAMMING into Bloodwind from behind, CRUSHING Juliet between Kendra and the buckles. LaRue takes a mere half step back, just enough to allow her to spin a gasping Navajo warrior around and whip her toward the opposite corner...
... and a charging Kendra follows her in, a second massive splash leaving Bloodwind breathless, slumping until her ass settles against the bottom turnbuckle.
“You’re going the wrong way, bytch,” Kendra hisses, scooping the Tempe Temptress up and swinging her upside down. Shoving the pits of Juliet’s knees down onto the top rope, the Siren crosses her opponent’s boots underneath the top turnbuckle, securing Bloodwind to the Tree of Woe. With the Navajo warrior all but helpless, LaRue sends a trio of harsh stomps to Juliet’s belly--and a final, parting boot between her legs.
The low blow earns a rebuke from the official, but it accomplishes its job, leaving the Tempe Temptress pacified as Kendra slips onto the apron. The Siren climbs her way to the top rope, pressing a boot just underneath Bloodwind’s right knee. It takes a moment, but her sole eventually finds the sweet spot, forcing Juliet’s abs to crunch involuntarily...
... and as Bloodwind curls up, Kendra springs into the air, the “Dattest” of “Dat Asses” in FAWN dislodging the Tempe Temptress from the Tree of Woe when it connects with Juliet’s face and sternum.
HANGING ASS DROP @1:14:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MtDkClFc4Q
As Juliet’s body collects into a puddle on her back, Kendra rolls to her knees, planting her palms dominantly atop Bloodwind’s bosom...
ONE...
TWO...
THRENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Again, as dismissive a cover as it might have been, it was STILL almost good enough following the devastation Kendra’s ass had unleashed. Had they been in the middle of the ring, it might have gotten the Siren the three count. But instead, Juliet just manages to flop an ankle across the bottom rope, keeping her alive.
Taking a wrist, Kendra NOW elects to drag her prey to the center of the ring, and then drops to a seat above Bloodwind’s noggin. Assisting her opponent up to a seated position, LaRue scoots forward, her legs snaking around the waist of the Tempe Temptress. The bodyscissors secure, the Siren wastes NO time adding on a full nelson. “And now, bytch,” Kendra snarls, “THIS is how you keister bounce someone.”
LaRue rocks back, then shifts forward, SLAMMING Juliet down on her hindquarters. The first keister bounce knocks the Tempe Temptress just a little bit out of her bootyshock. The second brings her back around fully with a groan. Juliet’s cries grow a little louder with each successive impact, until the fifth has the proud Navajo’s eyes welling.
Breaking the bodyscissors, Kendra climbs to her feet, and Juliet uses her newfound freedom to roll to her belly, enjoying the sensation of cool FAWN Arena air against her stinging tush, even through the faux deerskin. Smirking in satisfaction, Kendra leans down, her arms engulfing the Tempe Temptress around the midsection. And then, in an impressive display of strength, the Siren muscles her foe off the mat, into the air, and then bridges back, Bloodwind SLAMMED on her head and shoulders by a dead lift German suplex.
DEAD LIFT GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxlzBSX11eE
LaRue doesn’t hold onto the bridge, which allows the Tempe Temptress to topple over on her side, puddling into a boneless lump of flesh as Kendra rises. The bootylicious brunette raises her arms, waving her hands upward, as if urging the crowd to boo louder--which, of course, they do. “YOU FOOLS ARE STILL GONNA CHEER THIS LYING BYTCH???” the Siren snaps.
The FAWNatics respond as one, chanting, “WE DON’T BUY IT!”
LaRue rolls her eyes. “OH, I’LL MAKE YOU ALL BELIEVERS BEFORE I’M DONE!” Scraping the remnants of the Tempe Temptress off the deck, Kendra dips down, once again muscling the Native American beauty up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry...
... and, just as before, Juliet shows renewed signs of life, firing elbows into Kendra’s skull! Wriggling out the back door, Bloodwind grabs Kendra by the shoulder and wheels her around. Taking a wrist, the Tempe Temptress sends her opponent for the ride with an Irish whip into the near ropes, which proves a wise choice. Using the far cables might have allowed the Siren a chance to respond. Instead, Kendra is still shaking off her confusion as she returns to Bloodwind, the former Intercontinental champion wrapping her arms around LaRue’s thigh and powering the Siren heavenward, then falling back to conclude the flapjack.
FLAPJACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBtd_kmdaBA
Kendra bounces up to her knees from the impact, then climbs to her feet, FAAR from gracefully. As the Siren drunkenly stumbles into the corner, Juliet follows her in, turning the bootylicious brunette’s back to the buckles. “WANNA TRY TO KEEP UP?” the Tempe Temptress shouts to Navajo Nation as she draws back her chopping hand, and as always, the crowd tries its best to count along as Bloodwind unleashes her Knife Edge Massacre.
KNIFE EDGE MASSACRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8doUJsDnGL8
To their credit, the FAWNatics manage to keep an accurate tally through the first FIFTEEN thunderous chops to Kendra’s copious decolletage. But as Juliet takes a step back, the wicked smile pursing her lips almost says “Challenge accepted!” before she steps in and begins a SECOND onslaught. Sure enough, by about the eighth chop of this wave, the crowd begins to fall behind, their running count ending in a less than certain “SEVENTEEN?”...
... and about four more uncounted chops from the Tempe Temptress.
As the Navajo beauty takes a sideways step, Kendra stumbles past her, her lower lip quivering as her left hand rises the protect her bosom from any third wave of chops. But her bust appears safe, Juliet instead satisfied to claim a wrist, the referee moving into the vacated corner as Bloodwind prepares to whip LaRue toward the far corner...
... instead, Kendra applies the brakes. She reverses the whip, but rather than send Juliet toward the far corner, the Siren abruptly launches Bloodwind toward the near corner--and into the referee! As the sandwiched official plops to a seat in the corner, his bell thoroughly rung, the Tempe Temptress staggers in a backpedal toward LaRue. Nudging her head under Juliet’s left arm, Kendra bridges back, lifting Bloodwind off her feet...
HOMICIDE BACKDROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKxqYfTg3Dg
... but at the very start of her ascent, Juliet kicks her legs heavenward, allowing her to over-rotate and land on her feet behind the fallen Siren. Of course, LaRue immediately realizes something has gone wrong, and she scrambles to her feet. But all she accomplishes is eating a dropkick from Bloodwind for her troubles. LaRue is sent staggering back into the ropes, the curvy brunette’s arms spilling over the top rope as her opponent marches toward her. Snatching a wrist, Juliet performs an Irish whip, stalking her way to the middle of the ring...
... and where Kendra had failed twice, Juliet succeeds first time, slinging the Siren onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. Bloodwind then takes one step forward before throwing it into full reverse, falling back and DRIVING LaRue to the mat with her Pop Up Samoan Drop.
POP UP SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHt4woO9yig
The Tempe Temptress kips to her feet, earning a raucous cheer from the capacity crowd. Claiming a handful of LaRue’s hair, the Navajo beauty tugs Kendra up to rubbery legs, the Siren managing to take one almost comically wild swing at Bloodwind. Jules ducks it easily, straightening up and trapping the curvier brunette’s arm behind her head. Reaching one arm across Kendra’s chest, Bloodwind’s other hand claims a handful of waistband. And with no further warning, the Tempe Temptress lifts the Siren off her feet, falling backward to execute a picture perfect Bloodhawk Slam!
BLOODHAWK SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLUTjNyxWrE but with a lift
Juliet crawls to drape herself across LaRue’s chest, reaching and gathering up the Siren’s outside leg while her own gam hooks around Kendra’s inside stem....
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!!
FOUR...
FIVE...
SIX...
The count comes only from the crowd, the referee still trying to regain his senses in the corner. With disgust, Bloodwind tosses away her opponents gams and then scampers on her hands and knees over to the zebra, intent on rousing him. As the FAWNatics unload on the negligent official, few notice the figure darting down the aisle...
... until she dives under the bottom rope. As she springs to her feet, the first thing the crowd realizes about this intruder is that she is sporting thoroughly convincing imitations of Juliet Bloodwind’s faux deerskin togs. And, with her hair down in pigtails, from a distance many would be forgiven for thinking that she was the Tempe Temptress.
But the Tempe Temptress was already in the ring, and her back was to whoever this woman might be. Navajo Nation attempts to alert their champion to the danger... and it works! Pushing to her feet, Juliet turns around, certain she was about to catch Kendra LaRue in the act of blindsiding her...
... instead, she comes face to face with a doppelganger.
Juliet barely has time to utter “Who...” before a knee PLOWS into her midsection, and in the next instant, an arm clamps around her head. Clamping down on a handful of imitation deerskin, the imitation Tempe Temptress hoists her prey into the air, then drops to one knee, VIOLENTLY dropping the back of Juliet’s head across her outstretched thigh. Bloodwind flops to a seat, arms limp in front of her, eyes vacant as she stares blankly ahead.
KNEEL BEFORE ZAHN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP8P_Y8r4mc
From one knee, the interloper reaches up, undoing her pigtails before freeing her lustrous dark locks with a wave. She then reaches her right hand toward her hip, where perhaps for the first time the FAWNatics notice a small, thin, black object protruding. Extracting the Android from her waistband, she slips in behind the nearly insensate Juliet, her chin resting on Bloodwind’s left shoulder, her right hand moving to cup the Tempe Temptress’ chin as her left snaps off a selfie.
“I’d say this should get at least a thousand likes,” Lyssa Zahn notes, putting down her phone before rising.
LYSSA ZAHN:
Yanking the Tempe Temptress up to jell-o’ed stems, Zahn turns the Navajo warrior to face her before underhooking Bloodwind’s arms, Juliet’s head pressed in tight just above Lyssa’s right hip. The wayward Queen of the Desert allows herself a brief, wistful glance down at her beloved Android. “Pity,” she sighs. “Pretty sure this could’ve broken YouTube, if I had someone to film it.” Without another word, the Social Media Superstar hups the former Intercontinental champion aloft, falling back and DRIVING Bloodwind’s face and chest into the canvas.
INSTASLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMUnTnf-CTM&feature=youtu.be&t=1m9s
Apparently satisfied, Lyssa rolls toward the ropes, gathering up her phone as she departs the ring. As she starts back up the aisle, there’s finally movement inside the ring, Kendra struggling to sit up while the official pulls himself up along the ropes. Neither one spots the retreating intruder, and when the Siren notices that the Tempe Temptress is vulnerable, she doesn’t spare any other concerns so much as a passing thought. Climbing to her feet, LaRue jerks Juliet up, clamping on a standing headscissors. Gathering up Bloodwind’s arms, Kendra then reaches to claim the Native American’s thighs, muscling Juliet into the air in one tightly trussed up package. The Siren the swivels around before dropping to her rump, DRILLING Bloodwind’s skull into the mat with the Kendra Krusher.
KENDRA KRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5ZlOOF0aRY
Juliet’s momentum propels the Tempe Temptress up to a seated position, but it’s not one she maintains long. Utterly driven into unconsciousness, Bloodwind tumbles backward, landing in a splattered starfish. And as he referee drags himself over, Kendra doesn’t bother with hooking any legs. She simply presses her palms down atop Juliet’s heaving breasts, the FAWNatics LOUDLY booing as the ref slaps off the...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!!!!
... and, frankly, following both Kendra AND Lyssa’s finishers, he could have counted to FIFTY before the Tempe Temptress so much as spasmed.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your winner, via pinfall... KEEENNNDDDRRRAAA LaaaRRRUUUEEE!!!!!”
The Siren leans back after the bell sounds, remaining on her knees and regarding the vanquished, slumbering Juliet Bloodwind before her with disgust. But as the referee raises her hand, her lips curl into an ever so slight, twisted smile. She had DOMINATED the Jungle. Success in FAWN had not come nearly as easily, but a win over a former Intercontinental champion? On the biggest stage of the year?
That was a good starting point for building her legacy.
She accepts the official’s assistance in regaining her footing, but rather than leave the ring, she circles to above Juliet’s noggin. “YOU WANTED TO STICK YOUR NOSE IN BOOTYSHOCK BUSINESS, BYTCH?” the Siren shouts. “WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE PLACE THAT NOSE IS GOING NOW!”
LaRue falls to her knee, not so much settling onto a beaten thrown as just SLAMMING her rear end down onto Juliet’s unaware features. BEATING a former Intercontinental champion at Mania was all well and good, but leaving her mark on the Tempe Temptress? THAT would be a TRUE Mania moment...
... and, just on the other side of the curtain, a certain Social Media Superstar watches on, thoroughly pleased with the chaos she had unleashed.