Post by alyadmirer on Nov 26, 2015 3:21:26 GMT
The Announcer treated his notes to a last second perusal before tucking them away. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is a Smothering Challenge! That means victory can only be attained via knockout or submission and only then via use of a Smother! Introducing first, hailing from Manhattan Beach California, she stands at five foot one inch tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-four and nine-tenths of a pound. She is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…”
The lights dimmed and the crowd quieted to a dull roar but this wasn’t due to any lack of excitement. Rather it was the proverbial calm before the storm that had become one of FAWN’s biggest lightweight rivalries. The anticipation ratcheted that much higher when Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
CHRISSY DANIEL:
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
While she had no real love for wrestling in the Madhouse basement Chrissy considered tonight‘s opposition little more than a mummy, so she figured the setting was suitable enough to tolerate for an evening. Smirking at the idea of brittle bones breaking over her knees, she strutted down the aisle, hips swiveling with every self-assured step. For her first encounter with wrestling’s favorite Basic Bytch, the Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes to better look out upon the rabble, Chrissy glared into a nearby camera and explained, “Lotta chumps been making this roster look bad, what with letting a genuine senior citizen whoop them on this little Bingo tour. That ends right now! Soon as Skeletor toddles down here I’m gonna bust her into a million pieces and smother anything big enough to cry! Cover your eyes if you’re squeamish. This gonna get nasty.” Warning delivered, she twisted around and hopped down to the canvas with a sturdy little thump. Pleased to finally humble a chick who’d ducked her for years, Chrissy settled in against the buckles and trained her eyes on the curtain.
Once Van Halen died down, the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The All Hallows Evil throng turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Called onto the stage by an ovation that rivaled her ‘Mania appearance (the acoustics in the basement were crazy) Sydney offered her fans a faintly devilish grin before she raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger overhead. This gestured was repeated by the thousands, thus providing a remarkable background when she turned to the camera that’d closed in during her arrival. “Perfect place to exorcise an Imp, isn’t it?”
For her last row in FAWN‘s most ghastly proving ground, the brunette wore sturdy black bottoms with thin orange trim and matte black boots and pads. As had become her custom as of late she wore her newest and presumably last offering from the FAWN merchandise stand, a dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Savoring the walk down that ramp more than she’d ever let on, the Mangler extended her hands to those that asked for it and even paused for a picture or two. She was almost in the shadow of the squared circle when a sign caught her eyes.
FAWN’S GONNA BE A LOT SCARIER WITHOUT THE MARVEL!
“That’s where your wrong.” she told the sign holder. “It’s the Marvel who’s gonna be a lot scarier without FAWN.” Syd exchanged a fist bump with him, then climbed the steps to the apron, swiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the ropes. Throwing a nod to Al Carpenter and a cool glare to Chrissy, Deschain took up residence in the center of the ring and quickly schrugged off her tank top to reveal a matching black, orange-trimmed tankini top. Catching the eye of the guy with the sign, she threw the tank-top his way, then backed into the opposite corner so Al could check her boots ands pads.
Though the merger between FAWN and WOLF was more than seven years distant, Chrissy Daniel had never come to regard the castoffs from that piece of crap putz factory as anything other than invaders on her turf. Burlingame, Jacobs, Clayton, West and especially Vale. She despised each and every one of them and so it was no surprise that she made a beeline for the Marvel as soon as the bell sounded.
Sydney had no particular opinion on the Killer Imp one way or the other, save for a vague disdain for the obnoxious way she’d lorded over FAWN during its formative years. She’d never much cared for bullies and while she would’ve happily called it a career without ever having shared a ring with Chrissy Daniel, now that the opportunity was quite literally walking her way Deschain relished the thought of putting her mark on the sawed-off little tyrant.
Daniel slowed her approach when Syd slid out of her corner along the ropes but she didn’t even consider coming to a complete stop. Hold nerds like Deschain tended to lose their cool real quick the instant someone popped them in the mouth, which is something Chrissy planned to do early and often. “Ya know I almost stole that first contract from under Burlingame’s nose.” the blonde confided as she continued to close the gap. “Then I thought, what the hell, let’s see what she can do.”
Sydney smirked at the memory of how that battle ended. “And how did she do, Chrissy?”
“Lost.” the Imp answered simply. “Worse, she cried into your ass. Whole lotta putzes been doing a whole lotta cryin’ ever since this tour of yours started.”
“Yet here you are, just like the first nine.” Sydney’s hands were up, her shoulders hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch in anticipation of that inevitable moment when talking was done. “So does that make you a putz, a crier or both?”
Daniel stopped stalking, bowed up to every bit of her sixty one inches and offered the brunette a glittering smile. “I’m the bytch who’s going to beat you across every inch of this ring before motorboating that fugly face until you’re bawling for mercy.”
Deschain put her hands on her hips and made a clear show of ‘snapping’ those black bottoms against the curve of her glutes. “I hope your tits are tougher than those threats, Imp. Otherwise you’ll be sniveling against my ass before you know--”
Chrissy stormed into the breach and snatched hold of the brunette’s wrist instead of seeking a full clench. A quick tug jerked Syd into a Shoulderblock which in turn knocked her back on her heels. She was in the midst of catching her balance when Daniel tugged on that wrist and exploded forward with her free arm extended for a Short-Arm Clothesline that just *barely* wiffed over Sydney’s tucked head. Twisting free of the Wristlock as she swung around behind the FAWN original, Deschain THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across the back of Chrissy’s neck. Daniel flinched but didn’t stagger, meaning the Mangler didn’t even have to lunge to catch her in a half Waistlock. A Half Nelson followed, jerking Chrissy’s left arm up over her head at an awkward angle.
No stranger to studying tape though she never would’ve admitted it in public, the Killer Imp knew exactly what was coming and she dropped her hips in a cagey attempt to prevent it. In this she was successful, her abrupt shift kept Deschain from flinging her onto her face courtesy of a hellacious Suplex. Of course she was still locked up tight and that simply could not stand. Knowing full well that a disqualification wasn’t in the cards, she reached back with her free hand and snatched as much of the brunette’s hair as possible.
“Leggo or I’ll tear it off, putz!” Chrissy sneered over Deschain’s yelping. “Test me and see what GRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Sydney did as bade, but only so she could reach under Chrissy’s arms and treat both juggs to a hard, possessive squeeze. Releasing as soon as the initial shock wore off, Deschain smacked her hands against Chrissy’s back hard enough to send her stumbling forward. “Is that all you’re bringing to this fight, Imp?” Syd demanded with her arms spread wide. “I thought you had the most dangerous rack in FAWN but that felt like a pair of worn out stress balls.”
Daniel rolled her shoulders, turned around and fixed the brunette with a glare that could’ve broiled steel. “The only thing gettin’ wore out tonight is that canvas sack full of mice you call an ass.”
Sydney backed off a few steps and resumed her earlier crouch. “Then I hope you like the taste of canvas, Imp. Because you’re going to taste a whole lot of this…” she tapped the toe of one boot against the mat. “and even more of this.” The Marvel cocked a hip and smacked it with one hand, the heavy ‘smeck’ of it sounding quite loud even over the roar of the crowd.
Chrissy was unfazed. “Not much one for tastes, bytch. I tend to take bites. The kind the leave scars.” The last word was barely out of her mouth when Chrissy lunged forward and snatched a double handful of hair. Yanking back n’ forth produced a most satisfying yelp but it was only a prelude to the big Kneelift she THWHUMPED into the Marvel’s midsection. Sydney ‘OOOOOFFFFHHED!’ or at least started to, her breathless exclamation got cut off with near mechanical neatness when Daniel wrapped both arms around the back of her foe’s head and pulled her into a snug chest on cheeks embrace.
“OH YEEAAAAAAHH!” Chrissy cackled as she scrubbed the yowling brunette’s face against her vengeful curves. “Go ahead and tap whenever you want, putz! Just make sure to suckle first!” She gripped her own elbows for extra leverage and drew the noose tighter, taking that much more of her opponent’s air. “Taste the terror, putz! Taste it just like all the other losers who thought they could NGH! NGH! NGH!” Daniel’s taunting tirade hit a bit of a snag when Deschain stopped prizing and started punching, her fists pounding against the Imp’s brawny flanks. “Not good enough, bytch.” Chrissy huffed in the midst of jiggling the Front Sleeper that much harder. “Better get to kissin’ before you pass WHOOAAANNNNGGGGHH!”
Sydney coiled her arms around the blonde’s waist and squeeeeeeeeezed as hard as she could. But this was no mere Bear Hug, the Marvel immediately dropped into a low squat and popped her hips to hurl the Imp up, over and down onto her back with a BOOMING Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Chrissy sat up at once, both hands scrabbling frantically at the small of her back as she soaked up the throw. A short distance away, Sydney rolled to one knee and flipped hair out of her eyes. After a moment to catch her breath she palmed the back of Chrissy’s head and gave her a rude shove.
“Taste of terror my ass.” Deschain muttered. “The only thing you’re terrorizing is a Lane Bryant outlet.”
“Oh, you’re dead, bytch.” Chrissy rolled to her knees and stood up just as Sydney was doing the same. “They’re gonna need a crowbar to get your face off my TITSOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Syd drilled a shoulder into Daniel’s tummy and swept her legs at the same time, driving the former FAWN World Champion onto her back. A technician through and through, Deschain had any number of options to punish her adversary from this position so it was a bit of a surprise (albeit a pleasant one) when she scrambled into a seat on Chrissy’s chest. “Is this what you’re after, Imp?” She punctuated each word by bouncing her backside against the blonde’s vaunted rack. “Oh wait, I think this is what you’re interested in!” She pushed up, scooted forward and sat down hard with the full force of her dangerous backside engulfing the Imp’s startled mug.
Squealing in muffled disgust, Chrissy didn’t bother trying to keep her shoulders off the mat, what with pins out the window under smother rules. Still, she had no intention of suffering more butt than she had to, which was why the flattened blonde hooked her hands into claws and clamped down on the encroaching tush. Sydney snorted and brought her knees together until they were touching, thus adding the pressure of her thighs to the Face Sit. “You sure you want out of this, Daniel?” Deschain bounced and wiggled, though she refrained from a full-on grind. The Imp was an obnoxious bytch but she was also far too fresh to succumb to a ride just yet. And there was no sense getting herself all worked up when there was so much more match ahead. Still, it didn’t stop the Marvel from rewarding the Madhouse fans with a little shimmy. “I don’t think I’ve given you enough motivation to get out from under there.” Deschain said it loudly enough for the cameras to relay the information to the viewers at home. “Let’s see if this does it, I’ve just gotta get this stupid fringe out of the way.”
Sydney grabbed a huge handful of the fringe hanging from Chrissy’s top and flipped it up and away, leaving a wide, tanned swath of stomach exposed. With one hand in what little she could see of Chrissy’s hair and the other fashioned into a fist, the Marvel pwak-pwak-pwakked half a dozen punches into the former World Champion’s vulnerable midsection.
Forced into a muffled grunt every time the showboating bytch shoveled a shot into her tummy, Chrissy squeeeeeeeeeezed Deschain’s glutes until her knuckles turned white but she might as well have been attacking a medicine ball for all the reaction it got. Abandoning it for a tactic she knew wouldn’t let her down, Chrissy snatched a double handful of her foe’s lycra. She hadn’t even started to pull when Sydney stopped punching and helped herself to some leather waistband.
“Go ahead and pull, Chrissy.” the brunette challenged. “I’ll pull too and we’ll see who lasts longer.”
Broiling with rage in her cheeky prison, the Killer Imp barked, “GEDHOFFAMEPUDZ!”
Sydney spread her knees wide again and settled down, forcing the pinned woman to carry much more weight. “You want out? Tap out!” she waggled her hips harder now, a not so subtle reminder that Chrissy was in a remarkably galling position.
After a few seconds Chrissy’s right hand pulled away from her hold on the brunette’s briefs and flattened itself into a paddle. The FAWNatics gasped, believing they were about to see one of the quickest dismissals in Chrissy’s long career. So they were simultaneously surprised and disappointed when Daniel shot her mitt around toward Syd’s crotch. The Mangler intercepted it at the last second but doing to cost her the grip on Chrissy’s trunks meaning there was no deterrent to keep the Beach Cat from yaaaaaanking up in a murderous wedgie!
Deschain sucked in a loud hiss as the material rose higher and deeper than ever intended. Clamping down on Chrissy’s fingers to make her pay for the affront, Syd was in the midst of bending them back when the Imp finally managed to sink her teeth into opposing buttock. That got the Marvel up n’ off real fast, though not fast enough to keep her from pounding a vindictive stomp into Chrissy’s tummy. Daniel grunted, rolled over to all fours and scrambled into the ropes, which she kept at her back while she sucked wind.
“Is that what all the fuss is about?” Chrissy asked, the flush of her features belying the casualness of her tone. “After all the talk I was expecting the Pandora of Face Sitting, but you’re just a chick with a fat ass.”
Posted up near the middle of the ring, Deschain pulled her distended bottoms back into place and rubbed away the sting of Imp teeth. “And Panda’s just a chick with a really long torso. Didn’t stop you from standing in her shadow until Emily brought her to heel. I’m nicer than her, though. You won’t have to stand in my shadow. Sleeping in it will be just fine by me.”
Chrissy growled and clambered back to boot-leather. “You’re gonna pay for that, putz. No tricks, no treats, just good, old school FAWN humiliation. Hope you like the taste of your trunks.”
“You seemed to like them just fine.”
The Killer Imp’s eyes narrowed to black slots. “You really looking to retire two months early, bytch?”
Sydney stepped back, leaned forward and raised her hands, all but daring the FAWN original to come at her. “It’ll take more than you to retire me you dumpy little antique.”
That did it.
Chrissy came at her like a pocket hurricane, slamming into the Marvel’s sturdy coast with a fury of Haymakers aimed at anything within reach. Deschain’s defenses held up quite well, a simple forearm guard more than enough to withstand the bulk of the onslaught, but Daniel was relentless and when punching didn’t get the job done she buried her hands in the brunette’s hair. Delighted to yank n’ tug without fear of repercussion, Chrissy wrenched Sydney’s head back and forth while simultaneously pulling her forward and down. Snarling with hurt and anger, Deschain balled her hands into fists and pounded half a dozen good shots into the former champ’s midsection before a brisk Kneelift between the eyes put a shimmy in her knees.
“That’s right putz, stand there and take it!” Chrissy crowed between hammering home several more Kneelifts, each blow striking Syd’s forehead or chest. A particularly stiff shot to the bridge of the nose brought the brunette to one knee, which kicked the Beach Cat into a higher gear. Clamping down on Syd’s right shoulder with one hand, she raised her other arm overhead, crooked it into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAPPED it down on the back of her prey’s head and shoulders until the Marvel crumpled to her hands and knees. STILL not satisfied, Chrissy dropped to one knee and kept THWHAPPING away at her opponent’s noggin.
Cringing under the heavy assault, Deschain wrapped her arms across the back of her head and curled into herself in a desperate attempt to reduce Chrissy’s target. “Oh, I don’t think so, putz!” Daniel helped herself to a double handful of hair, wrenched the stunned battler up by a good six or eight inches, then BWONKED her forehead into the mat. Half a dozen more followed in rapid succession and when Sydney was finally stretched out flat on her face the Killer Imp sccccccrrrrruuuubbbbed her prey’s face against the mat until the referee rushed over and swatted her on the shoulder.
“All right Chrissy, knock off that scraping crap!”
Chrissy paused, looked up at him and very deliberately dragged Sydney’s face across the mat one more time. Then she got to her feet and stepped onto the flattened brunette, planting one foot between her shoulders and the other on the small of her back. “TAKE A LOOK, LOSERS!” Daniel bellowed to the jeering throng. “IT’S YOUR FAVORITE DINOSAUR GETTING USED TO HER NEW ROLE AS MY PERSONAL FOOT STOOL!” She spread her arms wide and smirked at the fans, twitching her fingers to amp up the hatred to near deafening levels.
Once the basement was echoing with handmade thunder she hopped off her marvelous mount and raced into the ropes. On the return trip she sprang into the air, kicked her legs forward and back first across the base of her foe’s spine. Sydney groaned and rolled to one side when Chrissy got clear, but she didn’t get much farther because the blonde braced her at shoulder and hip and shoved her right back to her stomach.
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FEzJf4jU-o
“Not going anywhere, candy ass.” she smacked Deschain’s rump for emphasis. “I’m not done crushing you into the mat quite yet.” On her feet immediately thereafter, Daniel hit the ropes again, came back with a full head of steam and THWHAPPED down across the Mangler’s back with a Big Splash. Leaning back on her knees after the Splash connected, Chrissy slipped a hand under the brunette’s shoulder and thigh and flipped her onto her back. Then she placed a hand against her copious décolletage and wiped off a thin sheen of battle sweat. “Here’s a little preview, putz.”
Enraged boos from those assembled when the Beach Cat thrust her perspiration-shined palm into Sydney’s face and mashed it flat for a good five seconds. Not about to take that even after suffering a demeaning beat-down, Deschain pounded retaliatory punches into the Imp’s midsection, alas the punishment only came to an end when Chrissy palmed her head in both hands and BWONKED it against the mat like a basketball. That stopped the punches dead in their tracks, meaning the Diminutive Destroyer had an easy time of peeling her adversary off the mat. “It’s a lucky thing you WEREN’T here back in the golden era.” Daniel noted as she reeled Deschain into a Front Facelock and slung her near arm across her shoulders. “Otherwise I would’ve crushed you into putz paste long before you became anything important. But hey, now crushing your overrated ass actually means something!”
Chrissy slipped her free hand between the brunette’s gams and ‘hupped’ her up so that her toes were pointed at the rafters and her head was aimed almost straight down. It could’ve been any variety of Suplex or Head Drop yet it turned out to be a Body Slam, albeit one made far more emphatic because Chrissy tossed her burden into a short, painful freefall.
Sydney grimaced and sat up, both hands going to the small of her back even though it left her vulnerable to whatever the Beach Cat had in mind. No one waited long to find out, the ring was still shivering when Chrissy sauntered around to the brunette’s feet and helped herself to both. “We both know you can’t tap out to this.” she smirked after wedging the Mangler’s boots under her armpits. “But you CAN squeal. And if you squeal loud and long enough I might just put you under quick. No promises though.” With that she jerked up on Syd’s feet until the prone woman was stacked squarely on her shoulders. After a moment to let her think about it, Daniel sloooooooowly rolled Deschain onto her belly and planted a boot alongside each hip. “Yeah, you just go ahead and squeal all you want, putz.” Chrissy took a couple steps back and dropped into a crouch so deep the curve of her backside was wedged firmly against the base of Sydney’s neck.
BODY SLAM & BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IO0Rx8Uye2I
Loathe to scream for this preening little bully, the Marvel stuffed her mouth into the crook of her right elbow and bit down on the pad. But even that damper couldn’t contain a whine of anguish from reaching the Beach Cat’s ears. “Oh baby, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” Daniel chortled as she scrubbed her tush against the brunette’s noggin. “Now tap that mat! Tap it as hard as you f*cking HEEEYYNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sydney wrenched her right leg free of Chrissy’s clutches and let it swing forward just far enough to power the heel she smashed into the bridge of Chrissy’s nose. Eyes watering from the lucky shot, Daniel tossed Syd’s remaining leg aside and PWAAAKED a vindictive punch into the small of her back. That contained the jailbreak quite effectively as if left Deschain shuddering until the Imp prized her off the mat. “I coulda just smothered you out, asshole.” she snarled while slapping on a grinding Wristlock. “Now I’m gonna break you down AND smother you out.” Sydney could produce nothing in the way of cogent reply so Chrissy took a giant step back, dropped into a crouch and hurled her at a far corner.
Trying and mostly failing in her attempt to slow down, Deschain peeled off a desperate spin that would’ve sent her sprawling if she hadn’t BWUUUNGED spine-first into the thinly-sheathed turnbuckles. Held aloft by nothing more than an arm hooked over the top rope, Sydney was still sucking wind when Chrissy rushed in and just SMASHED every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds into the brunette’s chest.
BODY AVALANCHE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMvVOhO8538
Chrissy hopped back and immediately lowered a shoulder so she could catch the Mangler when she toppled out of the buckles. Muscling the taller wrestler onto her shoulders like it was nothing, Daniel strutted to the middle of the ring where she turned in a wide circle. “Drink it in, losers! Drink it in!” This is the relic that’s been undefeated all years! This is the dinosaur that’s beaten legend and hot new acts alike! This is the old bytch who’s FINALLY going out behind the barn!” With that she shifted Syd from the Fireman’s Carry to a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. Arms wrapped around the brunette’s waist, Chrissy pushed onto her toes and sat out full force to plant the crown of Deschain’s head against the mat with a sickening THWONK! Deschain jolted once, then rolled off the Imp’s shoulder to land in a glassy-eyed starfish.
IMP'S FIRE @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4NI77giIzw
Perched above her, the blonde grabbed her prey’s wrists and pinned them high overhead. “Don’t think you’re lucky enough for this to be over.” Daniel cooed as she lowered her dangerous curves onto the veteran’s upturned features. “This is just me seeing how you fit.” Snuggled in close and mean, Chrissy rolled her shoulders back n’ forth to fire up the motorboat that would surely chop this so called Marvel to ribb--”YEEERRGGGGHOOOOWWWWW!”
The Beach Cat yowled like her namesake and scrambled away fast, one forearm crooked protectively over her weapons of choice. “Jugg drunk putz, you’re gonna pay for that.” she hissed once she’s soothed the worst of the burn from her chest.
In no mood to delay her retribution, the former FAWN World Champion stormed over to Deschain and dragged her from the canvas to full verticality in a single violent yank. Then she bent over, forced her head between the brunette’s thighs and cupped the backs of her knees. She’d just dipped her knees for the Alabama Slam when Deschain leaned forward and coiled her arms around the blonde’s waist. Chrissy didn’t even have time to ‘eep’ before Sydney upended her and dropped to her butt, a brutally simple receipt Piledriver for the one she’d just endured. The Killer Imp bounced to a seat and Deschain did the same, though the expression on her face was far more… expressive, than the slack jawed gape on the blonde’s mug.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx2HvXYME_w
“Probably needed more than one match to really get this point across.” Syd huffed “But I’m gonna teach you to keep these things…” she reached out to smack at the woozy blonde’s tits. “…out of my face.”
Gripping Chrissy by the nape of the neck, Sydney got to her feet and forced her foe to do the same. With Daniel too woozy to stop her, Deschain reached through the blonde’s legs with her left right hand, laid claim to Chrissy’s left wrist and pulled it back through Pumphandle-style. Her left arm went around Daniel’s throat in what was almost a Sleeper, but Deschain was after control, not constriction. After a single hard squeeze she dropped her hips and bridged up, over and back to fling Chrissy halfway across the squared circle with a Pumphandle Exploder. Chrissy bounced hard, rolled onto her stomach and reached for the ropes with one hand while the other massaged the back of her neck.
PUMPHANDLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=614dPDW-qFk
But the saving strands remained stubbornly out of reach, indeed they got that much farther away when Deschain clamped down on the Beach Cat’s wrist and draaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. “Ropes aren’t going to help you, stumpy. Only thing that can help you is my ass and you haven’t earned that yet.”
“I…. I… just haven’t kicked it hard enough.” Chrissy wheezed. “Bend over and I’ll EERRGGHHWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Sydney pulled her into a Front Facelock, tossed the Imp’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of leather waistband. Feet set firm, Deschain gathered her reserves and hoisted the fireplug all the way to high noon. It didn’t do much for the ache in her back but Deschain held her tongue, choosing instead to let the sight of the Killer Imp suspended and helpless speak for her. Happy to add their own voices to the chorus, the FAWNatics counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN!’ Syd kicked her left leg forward and laid out on her back, THWHAMMING Chrissy spine-first into the unforgiving canvas. Daniel sat up at once and though one hand was pressed to the small of her back the Beach Cat was clearly thinking about getting vertical.
Alas this plan didn’t pan out because Sydney forced her down flat and promptly climbed aboard her waist. Right hand gripping Chrissy’s left shoulder, the Woodsboro Mangler crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and pounded a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across Chrissy’s cleavage. Give the devil her due, Daniel didn’t bother to cover up, instead reaching for Deschain’s arm in hopes of stopping the assault. “Get your fat ass off me, bytch!” she growled. “We both know you’re going to drown in juggs so just OOOFFFFHH!”
Sydney palmed Chrissy’s head in her hands, yanked it up and bounced it off the mat with extreme prejudice. “Gonna take a lot more than your wonder-bra to put me down, Imp.”
The brunette claimed her opponent’s wrists, leaned forward until her tummy was practically in Daniel’s face and quickly threaded her shins in behind Chrissy’s calves. In the next instant Syd twisted her hips which in turn rolled her onto her back and pulled Chrissy down on top. Far from being a disadvantage for the Marvel, the brilliance of the ploy was revealed when Deschain gripped her foe’s biceps and pushed up while simultaneously stretching the Grapevine as wide as she could.
INVERTED ROMERO STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=url3bi4V0eo
“AAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Chrissy yowled as this inversion of the traditional Romero Stretch did awful things to her back, not to mention her legs, which were spread at a painfully wide (not to mention embarrassing) angle.
“What’s the matter Chrissy?” Sydney taunted while jostling the hold as violently as she could. “I know submitting won’t end the match, but if you bawl loudly enough I might take pity on--”
“KISS MY ASS!” Daniel barked as she redoubled her efforts to escape the humiliating pretzel hold.
The Marvel was nonplussed. “Sorry Imp, that’s my line.” With that she pushed herself to a seat, which sat Chrissy down on her knees without breaking the Grapevine. Daniel’s relief proved short-lived as Deschain took the opportunity to PWAK her tits with another half dozen vicious Forearm Smashes.
“DAMMIT BYTCH, STAY OFFA MY TOPEEERRGGGHHHHH FAAAAHHK YOOOOOOOU!”
Syd rolled backward to reapply the Inverted Romero only this time her hands were clamped to Chrissy’s breasts instead of her biceps. “Want down, Chrissy?” Deschain spat in between wrenching the blonde’s legs and mauling her chest. “Ask to have your tits back. NiceNNGGHHH!”
Chrissy finally slipped an arm loose, which allowed her to drive an awkward Headbutt into the other woman’s chest. It didn’t break the Grapevine but it did drop her onto Deschain in a rough sprawl and that was almost as good. At least she thought so until Syd used their twined gams to roll her onto her aching back.
“Sick of you keening into my ear.” Sydney huffed as she scooted into a seat on her foe’s chest. “Good thing I know how to shut you up.” She wheeled around and sat firmly atop Chrissy’s face, the former FAWN champ’s startled mug all but disappearing from forehead to chin. Clearly enjoying her perch, Sydney waggled and bounced all while keeping her knees splayed wide to ensure Daniel carried every bit of gluteal weight. “This the old school FAWN you were looking for, Chrissy? Or did you want more of a breeze?”
The domineering battler filled both hands with Chrissy’s top and pulled it up and out. She was well on her way to giving the crowd quite a thrill when one of the Beach Cat’s flailing claws just happened to alight on opposing trunks. Clamping down even as she yanked the material as high as it’d go, Daniel didn’t let go until the Marvel’s leaden hindquarters was fully clear of her face. Cheers from the crowd and a slight breeze dampened Chrissy’s enthusiasm a bit and her mood grew downright thunderous when she put a hand to her freshly bared chest.
“Looking for this?” Sydney held out the blonde’s shorn top on an index finger.
“Give it here.” Chrissy demanded in a cold, hateful voice. “Hand it over right now and maybe, MAYBE you’ll live long enough to enjoy Thanksgiving at the retirement home.”
Deschain smirked and tossed the leather out into the first few rows without taking her eyes off the Diminutive Destroyer. “Leather’s not gonna save you from my claws anyway, Imp.”
“Leather wasn’t for my protection, putz.” Chrissy stomped across the mat with her claws raised to shoulder level. Syd mirrored her stance and did the same when Daniel lunged, only it turned out to be a feint and Deschain’s eyes almost rolled up to whites because Chrissy THWHUMPED a punt between her thighs. “That’s right, on your goddamned knees!” Daniel gave her foe’s shoulder a rough downward shove when Sydney’s knees started shimmying.
Delighting in the sick hate she saw in the other woman’s eyes, Chrissy paintbrushed Sydney’s cheeks a few times then grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her forward until the tip of her chin was *just* brushing the blonde’s hulking curves. “I could finish you right f*cking now.” Chrissy explained. “But I’m going to extinguish every bit of hope you’ve got before I tuck you in for the night.” She pulled Sydney in all the way and treated her to an energetic five second scrub to keep her tided over until the real fun began. Still working the hair-hold after the brief motorboating, Chrissy tugged Syd into a Kneelift to the sternum, then bent her over to slap on a Headscissors.
“I’m gonna rip these apart in handfuls!” The Beach Cat promised after she’d SMACKED both mitts against the Mangler’s vulnerable buns. “But not before I’ve split ‘em up the freakin’ middle!” She hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of her foe’s bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them north with sadistic glee. Hardly content with a mere wedgie, Daniel tugged and reset the material three or four times while occasionally pausing to squeeze or rake the dense flesh. A final wedgie lifted Sydney’s boots off the canvas, indeed it turned her upside down for a split second which was more than enough for Chrissy to drop to her butt. THWHONK! Syd’s skull bounced off the mat and she went rolling onto her stomach in a woozy sprawl.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohinUBX5k_E
“Don’t mind me putz, just keep picking that wedgie.” Chrissy cooed as she helped herself to a double handful of the Marvel’s top. Syd registered her presence but couldn’t seem to divert her hands from her tush, which felt like it’d been set in hot coals thanks to Chrissy’s talons. That was just as the Killer Imp intended, meant she had no trouble peeling the veteran’s tankini up over her head. “THAT’S what I wanted.” Daniel snorted over the crowd noise. “One old putz tits up and crying about how time has passed her by. Good job by the way, keep it up.”
She spiked a stomp into the Marvel’s tummy, then made a show of wiping the discarded top on her butt before tossing it aside. Turning her back on the downed brunette, Chrissy strutted to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and carefully made her way to the top rope. “GET A GOOD LOOK NOW, LOSERS!” Chrissy bellowed as she stood tall with both arms spread wide. “SOON THEY’RE GONNA BE HIDDEN BY PUTZ FACE!”
They jeered even louder but Daniel only dropped into a brief crouch and launched herself out into the void. Busting out a perfect toe-touch near the apex of her arc, Chrissy stretched out to every bit of her five foot one a heartbeat or two before she THAWHAMMED down across Sydney’s chest. The impact of it bounced Chrissy back onto her haunches, a position she occupied just long enough to climb into a full body pin. “You look tired, cutie.” Chrissy cooed into the brunette’s pain-slackened features. “Tell mama you’re ready to go to bed.”
Deschain didn’t answer with anything cogent enough for the blonde’s liking so she slid forward and smiled when her vaunted bosom engulfed Sydney’s mouth and nose. The reaction was instantaneous but not nearly as violent or panicky as Daniel would’ve liked. Rather than whimper and writhe, Syd arched her back and flexed her legs in an attempt to force the Beach Cat from her perch. Chrissy wasn’t about to be dissuaded that easily however, she leaned in a little tighter and worked her shoulders back n’ forth to add a demeaning, disorienting ‘slap’ to the Front Sleeper. “You’ll break.” she muttered as Deschain burbled and struggled against her décolletage. “They always do.” She scrubbed a little harder, hoping to expedite the veteran’s destruction.
But Sydney wouldn’t crack, she just kept adjusting and occasionally twisting her head to one side. Never for very long (Daniel saw to that) but it was more than enough for her to draw a breath and get her bearings. Well versed in the art of putting rack to a chick, Chrissy’s irritation grew in direct proportion to the length of her prey’s silence. Finally she forced the Marvel’s wrists together and clamped them in place with one hand. Her other hand found its way to Deschain’s hair and YAAAAAAAAAANKED back n’ forth. “SQUEAL, PUTZ!” the Imp demanded as she scrubbed Syd’s mug from both sides. “SQUEAL LIKE THE LITTLE PIG YOU ARE!”
Blinded, smothered and now in danger of losing a great hank of hair, Sydney finally wailed into Chrissy’s tits and found it stifled by a mouthful of boob almost immediately. “That’s right, suckle!” Chrissy cackled. “Submit and suckle, old woman!”
Galled by the humiliating encroachment, Deschain’s mind raced through a dozen different possibilities before she decided on a surprising outcome. Up top, Daniel’s dark eyes went wide with surprise, then pleasure as the Mangler obliged her demand. “Ooooohhh, that’s just fine, Deschain!” she huffed. “If I’d known you were so good at this I never would’ve wasted so much time on SheAEEERRRRRGGHHHH WHOORREEERRRRGGGHH!”
Syd brought her teeth into the equation, a bit of old school FAWNing that the former World Champ didn’t appreciate in the slightest. Unwilling to break the Sleeper despite the painful counter, Chrissy reached for Sydney’s arms only to let out a surprised yelp when Deschain freed her hands and grabbed the blonde’s biceps. Just like that she Grapevined Chrissy’s legs and then she’d hoisted the wailing Imp for another Inverted Romero, only this time she was chewing on her right breast!
INVERTED ROMERO PART 2:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii_1fbi__o8
“STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Chrissy bellowed at the top of her considerable lungs. “THAT’S CHEATING YOU NASTY PUTZ, JUST STOPPAIIEEE!”
Sydney let loose and shifted focus, chomping down on Chrissy’s left breast. Daniel wriggled like a gigged frog, her usually powerful arms and legs reduced to helpless flailing as the Romero traumatized her spine and the Mangler’s teeth did a number on her tits.
Aware that he wasn’t allowed to ask for a submission at the moment, Carpenter crouched beside the action and said, “Keep the hold if you want Syd, but stop biting, huh?”
Deschain did as she was told, which allowed her to hoist the suspended Imp that much higher. “Give me five, Al.”
“Huh? Why? Oh, never mind.” The brunette raised her head and sank her teeth into Chrissy’s bounty one more time. Al counted off and Sydney tossed her away at ‘FOUR!’ just as he knew she would.
Daniel rolled clear at once, one arm braced against her mauled chest while the other hand massaged the small of her back. A short distance away Sydney sat up and took several deep breaths to clear her swimming head. Clambering to her feet only when she was certain her legs wouldn’t give way, Deschain grabbed a handful of hair and dragged Chrissy to all fours. “Got some tit sweat on me, Imp.” the brunette rasped once the smaller battler’s noggin was wedged between her thighs. “There’s a heavy price for that privilege.”
Chrissy answered with a muttered curse, one that got much louder once Deschain slipped her arms beneath blonde biceps and wrenched them up n’ out in a rough Double Underhook. “NO!” the Beach Cat dropped to one knee, doing everything in her power to deadweight the other woman. “LEGGO OF ME YOU WASHED UP PUTZ-WHOOOAAAHHH!”
Hands locked, Sydney dipped her knees and flipped Chrissy upside down. With the Imp’s shoulders pressed against her chest, Sydney turned to all four sides of the ring so the crowd could get a great shot and Chrissy could think about it. After about five seconds she kicked her legs forward and dropped to her tush. Chrissy came along for the ride, although her landing was far less pleasant considering the way the crown of her skull THWONKED against the canvas. Sydney almost always released the clasp on impact but tonight she held on and rolled Daniel onto her back so she could climb aboard. Only then did she let loose and by then the fork of her crotch was wedged firmly against the Imp’s mouth and nose.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=trZrHLZ3JoE
Chrissy didn’t react much at first, it was a pretty brutal landing after all. But she grew considerably more responsive when Sydney wedged her thighs against her cheeks and started to grind. “Here’s some more old school for ya, Chrissy. Hope you like it.” Deschain turned thumb and forefinger into pincers and applied them to the blonde’s nipples full strength.
Now it was Chrissy who squealed, the sound of it oscillating up and down as Sydney swept over her face in snug little strokes. “GHEDHOFFAMEEEE!” Daniel swatted at Deschain’s thighs and when that didn’t work she dug in as best she could, which wasn’t very much.
Syd bared her teeth and shifted her seat a little bit higher, burying Chrissy all the way up to her eyes. “Not having fun, Imp? I thought the bad old days were your favorites? How about this?” Chrissy’s eyes went wide when the Mangler let loose of her right nub and ‘smecked’ a claw to the center of her trunks. “No wait, that’s not quite right.” Deschain let loose, slipped her hand beneath the sweaty leather and unleashed her fury on the other wrestler’s bare crotch.
“NNAAAAHH OOOOHHHHAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE STAAAAAAAHAHHHHHP!”
The normally arrogant blonde went wild with anguish as Sydney tormented her with one of FAWN’s oldest embarrassments. Fighting for every breath even as her hips started working in time with the brunette bytch’s rhythm, Chrissy couldn’t bear the idea of surrender yet the thought of falling asleep with this putz riding her nose was even worse. After another deft squeeze earned a sharp intake of breath she closed her eyes and moaned, “AIGHEB!GEDOBBMEEE!” She stamped her feet and patted the Marvel’s thighs for good measure.
It proved more than enough for Al, who turned away and called for the bell at once. Sydney on the other hand required a bit more satisfaction. “My ass, Imp. Tap on it. Now.”
Chrissy spat insensible hatred so Syd bore down on her nethers and then the blonde was practically spanking her foe’s haunches. Deschain let loose, stood up and planted a boot on Chrissy’s heaving chest while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
“Only two matches left on the tour, ladies.” Sydney said to the nearest camera. “New school, old school, doesn’t matter to me. All I want is someone who thinks they can do better than Chrissy. Or Susan. Or Adelaide. Or Becky. Or LaKeisha. Or…. well, you get the point.”
The lights dimmed and the crowd quieted to a dull roar but this wasn’t due to any lack of excitement. Rather it was the proverbial calm before the storm that had become one of FAWN’s biggest lightweight rivalries. The anticipation ratcheted that much higher when Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing the air itself.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
CHRISSY DANIEL:
A cannonade of pyro exploded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
While she had no real love for wrestling in the Madhouse basement Chrissy considered tonight‘s opposition little more than a mummy, so she figured the setting was suitable enough to tolerate for an evening. Smirking at the idea of brittle bones breaking over her knees, she strutted down the aisle, hips swiveling with every self-assured step. For her first encounter with wrestling’s favorite Basic Bytch, the Imp wore a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes to better look out upon the rabble, Chrissy glared into a nearby camera and explained, “Lotta chumps been making this roster look bad, what with letting a genuine senior citizen whoop them on this little Bingo tour. That ends right now! Soon as Skeletor toddles down here I’m gonna bust her into a million pieces and smother anything big enough to cry! Cover your eyes if you’re squeamish. This gonna get nasty.” Warning delivered, she twisted around and hopped down to the canvas with a sturdy little thump. Pleased to finally humble a chick who’d ducked her for years, Chrissy settled in against the buckles and trained her eyes on the curtain.
Once Van Halen died down, the Announcer went on. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
The All Hallows Evil throng turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Called onto the stage by an ovation that rivaled her ‘Mania appearance (the acoustics in the basement were crazy) Sydney offered her fans a faintly devilish grin before she raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger overhead. This gestured was repeated by the thousands, thus providing a remarkable background when she turned to the camera that’d closed in during her arrival. “Perfect place to exorcise an Imp, isn’t it?”
For her last row in FAWN‘s most ghastly proving ground, the brunette wore sturdy black bottoms with thin orange trim and matte black boots and pads. As had become her custom as of late she wore her newest and presumably last offering from the FAWN merchandise stand, a dark blue tank-top that read: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Savoring the walk down that ramp more than she’d ever let on, the Mangler extended her hands to those that asked for it and even paused for a picture or two. She was almost in the shadow of the squared circle when a sign caught her eyes.
FAWN’S GONNA BE A LOT SCARIER WITHOUT THE MARVEL!
“That’s where your wrong.” she told the sign holder. “It’s the Marvel who’s gonna be a lot scarier without FAWN.” Syd exchanged a fist bump with him, then climbed the steps to the apron, swiped off the soles of her boots and slipped through the ropes. Throwing a nod to Al Carpenter and a cool glare to Chrissy, Deschain took up residence in the center of the ring and quickly schrugged off her tank top to reveal a matching black, orange-trimmed tankini top. Catching the eye of the guy with the sign, she threw the tank-top his way, then backed into the opposite corner so Al could check her boots ands pads.
Though the merger between FAWN and WOLF was more than seven years distant, Chrissy Daniel had never come to regard the castoffs from that piece of crap putz factory as anything other than invaders on her turf. Burlingame, Jacobs, Clayton, West and especially Vale. She despised each and every one of them and so it was no surprise that she made a beeline for the Marvel as soon as the bell sounded.
Sydney had no particular opinion on the Killer Imp one way or the other, save for a vague disdain for the obnoxious way she’d lorded over FAWN during its formative years. She’d never much cared for bullies and while she would’ve happily called it a career without ever having shared a ring with Chrissy Daniel, now that the opportunity was quite literally walking her way Deschain relished the thought of putting her mark on the sawed-off little tyrant.
Daniel slowed her approach when Syd slid out of her corner along the ropes but she didn’t even consider coming to a complete stop. Hold nerds like Deschain tended to lose their cool real quick the instant someone popped them in the mouth, which is something Chrissy planned to do early and often. “Ya know I almost stole that first contract from under Burlingame’s nose.” the blonde confided as she continued to close the gap. “Then I thought, what the hell, let’s see what she can do.”
Sydney smirked at the memory of how that battle ended. “And how did she do, Chrissy?”
“Lost.” the Imp answered simply. “Worse, she cried into your ass. Whole lotta putzes been doing a whole lotta cryin’ ever since this tour of yours started.”
“Yet here you are, just like the first nine.” Sydney’s hands were up, her shoulders hunched forward in a grappler’s crouch in anticipation of that inevitable moment when talking was done. “So does that make you a putz, a crier or both?”
Daniel stopped stalking, bowed up to every bit of her sixty one inches and offered the brunette a glittering smile. “I’m the bytch who’s going to beat you across every inch of this ring before motorboating that fugly face until you’re bawling for mercy.”
Deschain put her hands on her hips and made a clear show of ‘snapping’ those black bottoms against the curve of her glutes. “I hope your tits are tougher than those threats, Imp. Otherwise you’ll be sniveling against my ass before you know--”
Chrissy stormed into the breach and snatched hold of the brunette’s wrist instead of seeking a full clench. A quick tug jerked Syd into a Shoulderblock which in turn knocked her back on her heels. She was in the midst of catching her balance when Daniel tugged on that wrist and exploded forward with her free arm extended for a Short-Arm Clothesline that just *barely* wiffed over Sydney’s tucked head. Twisting free of the Wristlock as she swung around behind the FAWN original, Deschain THWHAPPED a heavy Forearm Smash across the back of Chrissy’s neck. Daniel flinched but didn’t stagger, meaning the Mangler didn’t even have to lunge to catch her in a half Waistlock. A Half Nelson followed, jerking Chrissy’s left arm up over her head at an awkward angle.
No stranger to studying tape though she never would’ve admitted it in public, the Killer Imp knew exactly what was coming and she dropped her hips in a cagey attempt to prevent it. In this she was successful, her abrupt shift kept Deschain from flinging her onto her face courtesy of a hellacious Suplex. Of course she was still locked up tight and that simply could not stand. Knowing full well that a disqualification wasn’t in the cards, she reached back with her free hand and snatched as much of the brunette’s hair as possible.
“Leggo or I’ll tear it off, putz!” Chrissy sneered over Deschain’s yelping. “Test me and see what GRRHHHHH BYTCH!”
Sydney did as bade, but only so she could reach under Chrissy’s arms and treat both juggs to a hard, possessive squeeze. Releasing as soon as the initial shock wore off, Deschain smacked her hands against Chrissy’s back hard enough to send her stumbling forward. “Is that all you’re bringing to this fight, Imp?” Syd demanded with her arms spread wide. “I thought you had the most dangerous rack in FAWN but that felt like a pair of worn out stress balls.”
Daniel rolled her shoulders, turned around and fixed the brunette with a glare that could’ve broiled steel. “The only thing gettin’ wore out tonight is that canvas sack full of mice you call an ass.”
Sydney backed off a few steps and resumed her earlier crouch. “Then I hope you like the taste of canvas, Imp. Because you’re going to taste a whole lot of this…” she tapped the toe of one boot against the mat. “and even more of this.” The Marvel cocked a hip and smacked it with one hand, the heavy ‘smeck’ of it sounding quite loud even over the roar of the crowd.
Chrissy was unfazed. “Not much one for tastes, bytch. I tend to take bites. The kind the leave scars.” The last word was barely out of her mouth when Chrissy lunged forward and snatched a double handful of hair. Yanking back n’ forth produced a most satisfying yelp but it was only a prelude to the big Kneelift she THWHUMPED into the Marvel’s midsection. Sydney ‘OOOOOFFFFHHED!’ or at least started to, her breathless exclamation got cut off with near mechanical neatness when Daniel wrapped both arms around the back of her foe’s head and pulled her into a snug chest on cheeks embrace.
“OH YEEAAAAAAHH!” Chrissy cackled as she scrubbed the yowling brunette’s face against her vengeful curves. “Go ahead and tap whenever you want, putz! Just make sure to suckle first!” She gripped her own elbows for extra leverage and drew the noose tighter, taking that much more of her opponent’s air. “Taste the terror, putz! Taste it just like all the other losers who thought they could NGH! NGH! NGH!” Daniel’s taunting tirade hit a bit of a snag when Deschain stopped prizing and started punching, her fists pounding against the Imp’s brawny flanks. “Not good enough, bytch.” Chrissy huffed in the midst of jiggling the Front Sleeper that much harder. “Better get to kissin’ before you pass WHOOAAANNNNGGGGHH!”
Sydney coiled her arms around the blonde’s waist and squeeeeeeeeezed as hard as she could. But this was no mere Bear Hug, the Marvel immediately dropped into a low squat and popped her hips to hurl the Imp up, over and down onto her back with a BOOMING Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Chrissy sat up at once, both hands scrabbling frantically at the small of her back as she soaked up the throw. A short distance away, Sydney rolled to one knee and flipped hair out of her eyes. After a moment to catch her breath she palmed the back of Chrissy’s head and gave her a rude shove.
“Taste of terror my ass.” Deschain muttered. “The only thing you’re terrorizing is a Lane Bryant outlet.”
“Oh, you’re dead, bytch.” Chrissy rolled to her knees and stood up just as Sydney was doing the same. “They’re gonna need a crowbar to get your face off my TITSOOOFFFHHHHH!”
Syd drilled a shoulder into Daniel’s tummy and swept her legs at the same time, driving the former FAWN World Champion onto her back. A technician through and through, Deschain had any number of options to punish her adversary from this position so it was a bit of a surprise (albeit a pleasant one) when she scrambled into a seat on Chrissy’s chest. “Is this what you’re after, Imp?” She punctuated each word by bouncing her backside against the blonde’s vaunted rack. “Oh wait, I think this is what you’re interested in!” She pushed up, scooted forward and sat down hard with the full force of her dangerous backside engulfing the Imp’s startled mug.
Squealing in muffled disgust, Chrissy didn’t bother trying to keep her shoulders off the mat, what with pins out the window under smother rules. Still, she had no intention of suffering more butt than she had to, which was why the flattened blonde hooked her hands into claws and clamped down on the encroaching tush. Sydney snorted and brought her knees together until they were touching, thus adding the pressure of her thighs to the Face Sit. “You sure you want out of this, Daniel?” Deschain bounced and wiggled, though she refrained from a full-on grind. The Imp was an obnoxious bytch but she was also far too fresh to succumb to a ride just yet. And there was no sense getting herself all worked up when there was so much more match ahead. Still, it didn’t stop the Marvel from rewarding the Madhouse fans with a little shimmy. “I don’t think I’ve given you enough motivation to get out from under there.” Deschain said it loudly enough for the cameras to relay the information to the viewers at home. “Let’s see if this does it, I’ve just gotta get this stupid fringe out of the way.”
Sydney grabbed a huge handful of the fringe hanging from Chrissy’s top and flipped it up and away, leaving a wide, tanned swath of stomach exposed. With one hand in what little she could see of Chrissy’s hair and the other fashioned into a fist, the Marvel pwak-pwak-pwakked half a dozen punches into the former World Champion’s vulnerable midsection.
Forced into a muffled grunt every time the showboating bytch shoveled a shot into her tummy, Chrissy squeeeeeeeeeezed Deschain’s glutes until her knuckles turned white but she might as well have been attacking a medicine ball for all the reaction it got. Abandoning it for a tactic she knew wouldn’t let her down, Chrissy snatched a double handful of her foe’s lycra. She hadn’t even started to pull when Sydney stopped punching and helped herself to some leather waistband.
“Go ahead and pull, Chrissy.” the brunette challenged. “I’ll pull too and we’ll see who lasts longer.”
Broiling with rage in her cheeky prison, the Killer Imp barked, “GEDHOFFAMEPUDZ!”
Sydney spread her knees wide again and settled down, forcing the pinned woman to carry much more weight. “You want out? Tap out!” she waggled her hips harder now, a not so subtle reminder that Chrissy was in a remarkably galling position.
After a few seconds Chrissy’s right hand pulled away from her hold on the brunette’s briefs and flattened itself into a paddle. The FAWNatics gasped, believing they were about to see one of the quickest dismissals in Chrissy’s long career. So they were simultaneously surprised and disappointed when Daniel shot her mitt around toward Syd’s crotch. The Mangler intercepted it at the last second but doing to cost her the grip on Chrissy’s trunks meaning there was no deterrent to keep the Beach Cat from yaaaaaanking up in a murderous wedgie!
Deschain sucked in a loud hiss as the material rose higher and deeper than ever intended. Clamping down on Chrissy’s fingers to make her pay for the affront, Syd was in the midst of bending them back when the Imp finally managed to sink her teeth into opposing buttock. That got the Marvel up n’ off real fast, though not fast enough to keep her from pounding a vindictive stomp into Chrissy’s tummy. Daniel grunted, rolled over to all fours and scrambled into the ropes, which she kept at her back while she sucked wind.
“Is that what all the fuss is about?” Chrissy asked, the flush of her features belying the casualness of her tone. “After all the talk I was expecting the Pandora of Face Sitting, but you’re just a chick with a fat ass.”
Posted up near the middle of the ring, Deschain pulled her distended bottoms back into place and rubbed away the sting of Imp teeth. “And Panda’s just a chick with a really long torso. Didn’t stop you from standing in her shadow until Emily brought her to heel. I’m nicer than her, though. You won’t have to stand in my shadow. Sleeping in it will be just fine by me.”
Chrissy growled and clambered back to boot-leather. “You’re gonna pay for that, putz. No tricks, no treats, just good, old school FAWN humiliation. Hope you like the taste of your trunks.”
“You seemed to like them just fine.”
The Killer Imp’s eyes narrowed to black slots. “You really looking to retire two months early, bytch?”
Sydney stepped back, leaned forward and raised her hands, all but daring the FAWN original to come at her. “It’ll take more than you to retire me you dumpy little antique.”
That did it.
Chrissy came at her like a pocket hurricane, slamming into the Marvel’s sturdy coast with a fury of Haymakers aimed at anything within reach. Deschain’s defenses held up quite well, a simple forearm guard more than enough to withstand the bulk of the onslaught, but Daniel was relentless and when punching didn’t get the job done she buried her hands in the brunette’s hair. Delighted to yank n’ tug without fear of repercussion, Chrissy wrenched Sydney’s head back and forth while simultaneously pulling her forward and down. Snarling with hurt and anger, Deschain balled her hands into fists and pounded half a dozen good shots into the former champ’s midsection before a brisk Kneelift between the eyes put a shimmy in her knees.
“That’s right putz, stand there and take it!” Chrissy crowed between hammering home several more Kneelifts, each blow striking Syd’s forehead or chest. A particularly stiff shot to the bridge of the nose brought the brunette to one knee, which kicked the Beach Cat into a higher gear. Clamping down on Syd’s right shoulder with one hand, she raised her other arm overhead, crooked it into a stubby ‘V’ and THWHAPPED it down on the back of her prey’s head and shoulders until the Marvel crumpled to her hands and knees. STILL not satisfied, Chrissy dropped to one knee and kept THWHAPPING away at her opponent’s noggin.
Cringing under the heavy assault, Deschain wrapped her arms across the back of her head and curled into herself in a desperate attempt to reduce Chrissy’s target. “Oh, I don’t think so, putz!” Daniel helped herself to a double handful of hair, wrenched the stunned battler up by a good six or eight inches, then BWONKED her forehead into the mat. Half a dozen more followed in rapid succession and when Sydney was finally stretched out flat on her face the Killer Imp sccccccrrrrruuuubbbbed her prey’s face against the mat until the referee rushed over and swatted her on the shoulder.
“All right Chrissy, knock off that scraping crap!”
Chrissy paused, looked up at him and very deliberately dragged Sydney’s face across the mat one more time. Then she got to her feet and stepped onto the flattened brunette, planting one foot between her shoulders and the other on the small of her back. “TAKE A LOOK, LOSERS!” Daniel bellowed to the jeering throng. “IT’S YOUR FAVORITE DINOSAUR GETTING USED TO HER NEW ROLE AS MY PERSONAL FOOT STOOL!” She spread her arms wide and smirked at the fans, twitching her fingers to amp up the hatred to near deafening levels.
Once the basement was echoing with handmade thunder she hopped off her marvelous mount and raced into the ropes. On the return trip she sprang into the air, kicked her legs forward and back first across the base of her foe’s spine. Sydney groaned and rolled to one side when Chrissy got clear, but she didn’t get much farther because the blonde braced her at shoulder and hip and shoved her right back to her stomach.
RUNNING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FEzJf4jU-o
“Not going anywhere, candy ass.” she smacked Deschain’s rump for emphasis. “I’m not done crushing you into the mat quite yet.” On her feet immediately thereafter, Daniel hit the ropes again, came back with a full head of steam and THWHAPPED down across the Mangler’s back with a Big Splash. Leaning back on her knees after the Splash connected, Chrissy slipped a hand under the brunette’s shoulder and thigh and flipped her onto her back. Then she placed a hand against her copious décolletage and wiped off a thin sheen of battle sweat. “Here’s a little preview, putz.”
Enraged boos from those assembled when the Beach Cat thrust her perspiration-shined palm into Sydney’s face and mashed it flat for a good five seconds. Not about to take that even after suffering a demeaning beat-down, Deschain pounded retaliatory punches into the Imp’s midsection, alas the punishment only came to an end when Chrissy palmed her head in both hands and BWONKED it against the mat like a basketball. That stopped the punches dead in their tracks, meaning the Diminutive Destroyer had an easy time of peeling her adversary off the mat. “It’s a lucky thing you WEREN’T here back in the golden era.” Daniel noted as she reeled Deschain into a Front Facelock and slung her near arm across her shoulders. “Otherwise I would’ve crushed you into putz paste long before you became anything important. But hey, now crushing your overrated ass actually means something!”
Chrissy slipped her free hand between the brunette’s gams and ‘hupped’ her up so that her toes were pointed at the rafters and her head was aimed almost straight down. It could’ve been any variety of Suplex or Head Drop yet it turned out to be a Body Slam, albeit one made far more emphatic because Chrissy tossed her burden into a short, painful freefall.
Sydney grimaced and sat up, both hands going to the small of her back even though it left her vulnerable to whatever the Beach Cat had in mind. No one waited long to find out, the ring was still shivering when Chrissy sauntered around to the brunette’s feet and helped herself to both. “We both know you can’t tap out to this.” she smirked after wedging the Mangler’s boots under her armpits. “But you CAN squeal. And if you squeal loud and long enough I might just put you under quick. No promises though.” With that she jerked up on Syd’s feet until the prone woman was stacked squarely on her shoulders. After a moment to let her think about it, Daniel sloooooooowly rolled Deschain onto her belly and planted a boot alongside each hip. “Yeah, you just go ahead and squeal all you want, putz.” Chrissy took a couple steps back and dropped into a crouch so deep the curve of her backside was wedged firmly against the base of Sydney’s neck.
BODY SLAM & BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IO0Rx8Uye2I
Loathe to scream for this preening little bully, the Marvel stuffed her mouth into the crook of her right elbow and bit down on the pad. But even that damper couldn’t contain a whine of anguish from reaching the Beach Cat’s ears. “Oh baby, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear!” Daniel chortled as she scrubbed her tush against the brunette’s noggin. “Now tap that mat! Tap it as hard as you f*cking HEEEYYNNNNGGGHHH!”
Sydney wrenched her right leg free of Chrissy’s clutches and let it swing forward just far enough to power the heel she smashed into the bridge of Chrissy’s nose. Eyes watering from the lucky shot, Daniel tossed Syd’s remaining leg aside and PWAAAKED a vindictive punch into the small of her back. That contained the jailbreak quite effectively as if left Deschain shuddering until the Imp prized her off the mat. “I coulda just smothered you out, asshole.” she snarled while slapping on a grinding Wristlock. “Now I’m gonna break you down AND smother you out.” Sydney could produce nothing in the way of cogent reply so Chrissy took a giant step back, dropped into a crouch and hurled her at a far corner.
Trying and mostly failing in her attempt to slow down, Deschain peeled off a desperate spin that would’ve sent her sprawling if she hadn’t BWUUUNGED spine-first into the thinly-sheathed turnbuckles. Held aloft by nothing more than an arm hooked over the top rope, Sydney was still sucking wind when Chrissy rushed in and just SMASHED every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds into the brunette’s chest.
BODY AVALANCHE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMvVOhO8538
Chrissy hopped back and immediately lowered a shoulder so she could catch the Mangler when she toppled out of the buckles. Muscling the taller wrestler onto her shoulders like it was nothing, Daniel strutted to the middle of the ring where she turned in a wide circle. “Drink it in, losers! Drink it in!” This is the relic that’s been undefeated all years! This is the dinosaur that’s beaten legend and hot new acts alike! This is the old bytch who’s FINALLY going out behind the barn!” With that she shifted Syd from the Fireman’s Carry to a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder. Arms wrapped around the brunette’s waist, Chrissy pushed onto her toes and sat out full force to plant the crown of Deschain’s head against the mat with a sickening THWONK! Deschain jolted once, then rolled off the Imp’s shoulder to land in a glassy-eyed starfish.
IMP'S FIRE @ 1:30
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4NI77giIzw
Perched above her, the blonde grabbed her prey’s wrists and pinned them high overhead. “Don’t think you’re lucky enough for this to be over.” Daniel cooed as she lowered her dangerous curves onto the veteran’s upturned features. “This is just me seeing how you fit.” Snuggled in close and mean, Chrissy rolled her shoulders back n’ forth to fire up the motorboat that would surely chop this so called Marvel to ribb--”YEEERRGGGGHOOOOWWWWW!”
The Beach Cat yowled like her namesake and scrambled away fast, one forearm crooked protectively over her weapons of choice. “Jugg drunk putz, you’re gonna pay for that.” she hissed once she’s soothed the worst of the burn from her chest.
In no mood to delay her retribution, the former FAWN World Champion stormed over to Deschain and dragged her from the canvas to full verticality in a single violent yank. Then she bent over, forced her head between the brunette’s thighs and cupped the backs of her knees. She’d just dipped her knees for the Alabama Slam when Deschain leaned forward and coiled her arms around the blonde’s waist. Chrissy didn’t even have time to ‘eep’ before Sydney upended her and dropped to her butt, a brutally simple receipt Piledriver for the one she’d just endured. The Killer Imp bounced to a seat and Deschain did the same, though the expression on her face was far more… expressive, than the slack jawed gape on the blonde’s mug.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx2HvXYME_w
“Probably needed more than one match to really get this point across.” Syd huffed “But I’m gonna teach you to keep these things…” she reached out to smack at the woozy blonde’s tits. “…out of my face.”
Gripping Chrissy by the nape of the neck, Sydney got to her feet and forced her foe to do the same. With Daniel too woozy to stop her, Deschain reached through the blonde’s legs with her left right hand, laid claim to Chrissy’s left wrist and pulled it back through Pumphandle-style. Her left arm went around Daniel’s throat in what was almost a Sleeper, but Deschain was after control, not constriction. After a single hard squeeze she dropped her hips and bridged up, over and back to fling Chrissy halfway across the squared circle with a Pumphandle Exploder. Chrissy bounced hard, rolled onto her stomach and reached for the ropes with one hand while the other massaged the back of her neck.
PUMPHANDLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=614dPDW-qFk
But the saving strands remained stubbornly out of reach, indeed they got that much farther away when Deschain clamped down on the Beach Cat’s wrist and draaaaaaagged her back to the middle of the ring. “Ropes aren’t going to help you, stumpy. Only thing that can help you is my ass and you haven’t earned that yet.”
“I…. I… just haven’t kicked it hard enough.” Chrissy wheezed. “Bend over and I’ll EERRGGHHWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Sydney pulled her into a Front Facelock, tossed the Imp’s near arm across her shoulders and snatched a handful of leather waistband. Feet set firm, Deschain gathered her reserves and hoisted the fireplug all the way to high noon. It didn’t do much for the ache in her back but Deschain held her tongue, choosing instead to let the sight of the Killer Imp suspended and helpless speak for her. Happy to add their own voices to the chorus, the FAWNatics counted off, ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN!’ Syd kicked her left leg forward and laid out on her back, THWHAMMING Chrissy spine-first into the unforgiving canvas. Daniel sat up at once and though one hand was pressed to the small of her back the Beach Cat was clearly thinking about getting vertical.
Alas this plan didn’t pan out because Sydney forced her down flat and promptly climbed aboard her waist. Right hand gripping Chrissy’s left shoulder, the Woodsboro Mangler crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and pounded a trio of stiff Forearm Smashes across Chrissy’s cleavage. Give the devil her due, Daniel didn’t bother to cover up, instead reaching for Deschain’s arm in hopes of stopping the assault. “Get your fat ass off me, bytch!” she growled. “We both know you’re going to drown in juggs so just OOOFFFFHH!”
Sydney palmed Chrissy’s head in her hands, yanked it up and bounced it off the mat with extreme prejudice. “Gonna take a lot more than your wonder-bra to put me down, Imp.”
The brunette claimed her opponent’s wrists, leaned forward until her tummy was practically in Daniel’s face and quickly threaded her shins in behind Chrissy’s calves. In the next instant Syd twisted her hips which in turn rolled her onto her back and pulled Chrissy down on top. Far from being a disadvantage for the Marvel, the brilliance of the ploy was revealed when Deschain gripped her foe’s biceps and pushed up while simultaneously stretching the Grapevine as wide as she could.
INVERTED ROMERO STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=url3bi4V0eo
“AAAAWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Chrissy yowled as this inversion of the traditional Romero Stretch did awful things to her back, not to mention her legs, which were spread at a painfully wide (not to mention embarrassing) angle.
“What’s the matter Chrissy?” Sydney taunted while jostling the hold as violently as she could. “I know submitting won’t end the match, but if you bawl loudly enough I might take pity on--”
“KISS MY ASS!” Daniel barked as she redoubled her efforts to escape the humiliating pretzel hold.
The Marvel was nonplussed. “Sorry Imp, that’s my line.” With that she pushed herself to a seat, which sat Chrissy down on her knees without breaking the Grapevine. Daniel’s relief proved short-lived as Deschain took the opportunity to PWAK her tits with another half dozen vicious Forearm Smashes.
“DAMMIT BYTCH, STAY OFFA MY TOPEEERRGGGHHHHH FAAAAHHK YOOOOOOOU!”
Syd rolled backward to reapply the Inverted Romero only this time her hands were clamped to Chrissy’s breasts instead of her biceps. “Want down, Chrissy?” Deschain spat in between wrenching the blonde’s legs and mauling her chest. “Ask to have your tits back. NiceNNGGHHH!”
Chrissy finally slipped an arm loose, which allowed her to drive an awkward Headbutt into the other woman’s chest. It didn’t break the Grapevine but it did drop her onto Deschain in a rough sprawl and that was almost as good. At least she thought so until Syd used their twined gams to roll her onto her aching back.
“Sick of you keening into my ear.” Sydney huffed as she scooted into a seat on her foe’s chest. “Good thing I know how to shut you up.” She wheeled around and sat firmly atop Chrissy’s face, the former FAWN champ’s startled mug all but disappearing from forehead to chin. Clearly enjoying her perch, Sydney waggled and bounced all while keeping her knees splayed wide to ensure Daniel carried every bit of gluteal weight. “This the old school FAWN you were looking for, Chrissy? Or did you want more of a breeze?”
The domineering battler filled both hands with Chrissy’s top and pulled it up and out. She was well on her way to giving the crowd quite a thrill when one of the Beach Cat’s flailing claws just happened to alight on opposing trunks. Clamping down even as she yanked the material as high as it’d go, Daniel didn’t let go until the Marvel’s leaden hindquarters was fully clear of her face. Cheers from the crowd and a slight breeze dampened Chrissy’s enthusiasm a bit and her mood grew downright thunderous when she put a hand to her freshly bared chest.
“Looking for this?” Sydney held out the blonde’s shorn top on an index finger.
“Give it here.” Chrissy demanded in a cold, hateful voice. “Hand it over right now and maybe, MAYBE you’ll live long enough to enjoy Thanksgiving at the retirement home.”
Deschain smirked and tossed the leather out into the first few rows without taking her eyes off the Diminutive Destroyer. “Leather’s not gonna save you from my claws anyway, Imp.”
“Leather wasn’t for my protection, putz.” Chrissy stomped across the mat with her claws raised to shoulder level. Syd mirrored her stance and did the same when Daniel lunged, only it turned out to be a feint and Deschain’s eyes almost rolled up to whites because Chrissy THWHUMPED a punt between her thighs. “That’s right, on your goddamned knees!” Daniel gave her foe’s shoulder a rough downward shove when Sydney’s knees started shimmying.
Delighting in the sick hate she saw in the other woman’s eyes, Chrissy paintbrushed Sydney’s cheeks a few times then grabbed a double handful of hair and jerked her forward until the tip of her chin was *just* brushing the blonde’s hulking curves. “I could finish you right f*cking now.” Chrissy explained. “But I’m going to extinguish every bit of hope you’ve got before I tuck you in for the night.” She pulled Sydney in all the way and treated her to an energetic five second scrub to keep her tided over until the real fun began. Still working the hair-hold after the brief motorboating, Chrissy tugged Syd into a Kneelift to the sternum, then bent her over to slap on a Headscissors.
“I’m gonna rip these apart in handfuls!” The Beach Cat promised after she’d SMACKED both mitts against the Mangler’s vulnerable buns. “But not before I’ve split ‘em up the freakin’ middle!” She hooked her fingers into the leg-holes of her foe’s bottoms and yaaaaaaaaaaaaanked them north with sadistic glee. Hardly content with a mere wedgie, Daniel tugged and reset the material three or four times while occasionally pausing to squeeze or rake the dense flesh. A final wedgie lifted Sydney’s boots off the canvas, indeed it turned her upside down for a split second which was more than enough for Chrissy to drop to her butt. THWHONK! Syd’s skull bounced off the mat and she went rolling onto her stomach in a woozy sprawl.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohinUBX5k_E
“Don’t mind me putz, just keep picking that wedgie.” Chrissy cooed as she helped herself to a double handful of the Marvel’s top. Syd registered her presence but couldn’t seem to divert her hands from her tush, which felt like it’d been set in hot coals thanks to Chrissy’s talons. That was just as the Killer Imp intended, meant she had no trouble peeling the veteran’s tankini up over her head. “THAT’S what I wanted.” Daniel snorted over the crowd noise. “One old putz tits up and crying about how time has passed her by. Good job by the way, keep it up.”
She spiked a stomp into the Marvel’s tummy, then made a show of wiping the discarded top on her butt before tossing it aside. Turning her back on the downed brunette, Chrissy strutted to the nearest corner, slipped out onto the apron and carefully made her way to the top rope. “GET A GOOD LOOK NOW, LOSERS!” Chrissy bellowed as she stood tall with both arms spread wide. “SOON THEY’RE GONNA BE HIDDEN BY PUTZ FACE!”
They jeered even louder but Daniel only dropped into a brief crouch and launched herself out into the void. Busting out a perfect toe-touch near the apex of her arc, Chrissy stretched out to every bit of her five foot one a heartbeat or two before she THAWHAMMED down across Sydney’s chest. The impact of it bounced Chrissy back onto her haunches, a position she occupied just long enough to climb into a full body pin. “You look tired, cutie.” Chrissy cooed into the brunette’s pain-slackened features. “Tell mama you’re ready to go to bed.”
Deschain didn’t answer with anything cogent enough for the blonde’s liking so she slid forward and smiled when her vaunted bosom engulfed Sydney’s mouth and nose. The reaction was instantaneous but not nearly as violent or panicky as Daniel would’ve liked. Rather than whimper and writhe, Syd arched her back and flexed her legs in an attempt to force the Beach Cat from her perch. Chrissy wasn’t about to be dissuaded that easily however, she leaned in a little tighter and worked her shoulders back n’ forth to add a demeaning, disorienting ‘slap’ to the Front Sleeper. “You’ll break.” she muttered as Deschain burbled and struggled against her décolletage. “They always do.” She scrubbed a little harder, hoping to expedite the veteran’s destruction.
But Sydney wouldn’t crack, she just kept adjusting and occasionally twisting her head to one side. Never for very long (Daniel saw to that) but it was more than enough for her to draw a breath and get her bearings. Well versed in the art of putting rack to a chick, Chrissy’s irritation grew in direct proportion to the length of her prey’s silence. Finally she forced the Marvel’s wrists together and clamped them in place with one hand. Her other hand found its way to Deschain’s hair and YAAAAAAAAAANKED back n’ forth. “SQUEAL, PUTZ!” the Imp demanded as she scrubbed Syd’s mug from both sides. “SQUEAL LIKE THE LITTLE PIG YOU ARE!”
Blinded, smothered and now in danger of losing a great hank of hair, Sydney finally wailed into Chrissy’s tits and found it stifled by a mouthful of boob almost immediately. “That’s right, suckle!” Chrissy cackled. “Submit and suckle, old woman!”
Galled by the humiliating encroachment, Deschain’s mind raced through a dozen different possibilities before she decided on a surprising outcome. Up top, Daniel’s dark eyes went wide with surprise, then pleasure as the Mangler obliged her demand. “Ooooohhh, that’s just fine, Deschain!” she huffed. “If I’d known you were so good at this I never would’ve wasted so much time on SheAEEERRRRRGGHHHH WHOORREEERRRRGGGHH!”
Syd brought her teeth into the equation, a bit of old school FAWNing that the former World Champ didn’t appreciate in the slightest. Unwilling to break the Sleeper despite the painful counter, Chrissy reached for Sydney’s arms only to let out a surprised yelp when Deschain freed her hands and grabbed the blonde’s biceps. Just like that she Grapevined Chrissy’s legs and then she’d hoisted the wailing Imp for another Inverted Romero, only this time she was chewing on her right breast!
INVERTED ROMERO PART 2:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii_1fbi__o8
“STAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Chrissy bellowed at the top of her considerable lungs. “THAT’S CHEATING YOU NASTY PUTZ, JUST STOPPAIIEEE!”
Sydney let loose and shifted focus, chomping down on Chrissy’s left breast. Daniel wriggled like a gigged frog, her usually powerful arms and legs reduced to helpless flailing as the Romero traumatized her spine and the Mangler’s teeth did a number on her tits.
Aware that he wasn’t allowed to ask for a submission at the moment, Carpenter crouched beside the action and said, “Keep the hold if you want Syd, but stop biting, huh?”
Deschain did as she was told, which allowed her to hoist the suspended Imp that much higher. “Give me five, Al.”
“Huh? Why? Oh, never mind.” The brunette raised her head and sank her teeth into Chrissy’s bounty one more time. Al counted off and Sydney tossed her away at ‘FOUR!’ just as he knew she would.
Daniel rolled clear at once, one arm braced against her mauled chest while the other hand massaged the small of her back. A short distance away Sydney sat up and took several deep breaths to clear her swimming head. Clambering to her feet only when she was certain her legs wouldn’t give way, Deschain grabbed a handful of hair and dragged Chrissy to all fours. “Got some tit sweat on me, Imp.” the brunette rasped once the smaller battler’s noggin was wedged between her thighs. “There’s a heavy price for that privilege.”
Chrissy answered with a muttered curse, one that got much louder once Deschain slipped her arms beneath blonde biceps and wrenched them up n’ out in a rough Double Underhook. “NO!” the Beach Cat dropped to one knee, doing everything in her power to deadweight the other woman. “LEGGO OF ME YOU WASHED UP PUTZ-WHOOOAAAHHH!”
Hands locked, Sydney dipped her knees and flipped Chrissy upside down. With the Imp’s shoulders pressed against her chest, Sydney turned to all four sides of the ring so the crowd could get a great shot and Chrissy could think about it. After about five seconds she kicked her legs forward and dropped to her tush. Chrissy came along for the ride, although her landing was far less pleasant considering the way the crown of her skull THWONKED against the canvas. Sydney almost always released the clasp on impact but tonight she held on and rolled Daniel onto her back so she could climb aboard. Only then did she let loose and by then the fork of her crotch was wedged firmly against the Imp’s mouth and nose.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=trZrHLZ3JoE
Chrissy didn’t react much at first, it was a pretty brutal landing after all. But she grew considerably more responsive when Sydney wedged her thighs against her cheeks and started to grind. “Here’s some more old school for ya, Chrissy. Hope you like it.” Deschain turned thumb and forefinger into pincers and applied them to the blonde’s nipples full strength.
Now it was Chrissy who squealed, the sound of it oscillating up and down as Sydney swept over her face in snug little strokes. “GHEDHOFFAMEEEE!” Daniel swatted at Deschain’s thighs and when that didn’t work she dug in as best she could, which wasn’t very much.
Syd bared her teeth and shifted her seat a little bit higher, burying Chrissy all the way up to her eyes. “Not having fun, Imp? I thought the bad old days were your favorites? How about this?” Chrissy’s eyes went wide when the Mangler let loose of her right nub and ‘smecked’ a claw to the center of her trunks. “No wait, that’s not quite right.” Deschain let loose, slipped her hand beneath the sweaty leather and unleashed her fury on the other wrestler’s bare crotch.
“NNAAAAHH OOOOHHHHAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE STAAAAAAAHAHHHHHP!”
The normally arrogant blonde went wild with anguish as Sydney tormented her with one of FAWN’s oldest embarrassments. Fighting for every breath even as her hips started working in time with the brunette bytch’s rhythm, Chrissy couldn’t bear the idea of surrender yet the thought of falling asleep with this putz riding her nose was even worse. After another deft squeeze earned a sharp intake of breath she closed her eyes and moaned, “AIGHEB!GEDOBBMEEE!” She stamped her feet and patted the Marvel’s thighs for good measure.
It proved more than enough for Al, who turned away and called for the bell at once. Sydney on the other hand required a bit more satisfaction. “My ass, Imp. Tap on it. Now.”
Chrissy spat insensible hatred so Syd bore down on her nethers and then the blonde was practically spanking her foe’s haunches. Deschain let loose, stood up and planted a boot on Chrissy’s heaving chest while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
“Only two matches left on the tour, ladies.” Sydney said to the nearest camera. “New school, old school, doesn’t matter to me. All I want is someone who thinks they can do better than Chrissy. Or Susan. Or Adelaide. Or Becky. Or LaKeisha. Or…. well, you get the point.”