Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 2:57:22 GMT
"Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen," the FAWN announcer barks, "our next contest is a standard bout! First, coming to us by way of the JUUUUUUNGLE... hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and standing at five feet, two inches and one hundred and fourteen pounds… SELIA BRAAAAAAAACH!"
SELIA BRACH:
"ONE GIRL REVOLUTION" by SUPERCHICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj6wqABX0M8
The curtain at the top of the ramp parts and the pixie-haired tiny mite known as Selia Brach appears. She jogs in place momentarily, getting her energy up, before breaking into a run down the aisle towards the ring. FAWNatics are thrilled to see her, thrusting hands out for slaps and high-fives. Those attentive can see Selia, ever shy, blush at the mere idea of anyone wanting attention from her but she forces a smile and slaps the hands before her.
As she gets to te ring, Brach hops atop the skirt, grabs the top rope, and demonstrates her upper body strength by flipping up on top of it, holding the handstand for a few seconds before coming back in the ring. The stunt does something important - it draws attention away from the full body blush overtaking her as a segment of fans being chanting her name.
The referee approaches Selia. "Nervous?" he asks with a smile. "They like you. Give 'em a flex. The fans love that stuff."
Selia studies the official for a second, then looks over the crowd and flexes her arms. True to what she was told, the cheers erupt at the sight of her gun display - musculature that almost seems completely at odds with her overall adorableness. She holds the pose, then turns to the other side of the arena. Selia knows she needs to do this, build of fan reaction. She's on the cusp of being moved up. That's what tonight's about - not winning or losing, but showing she can handle herself in the ring in a standard match against a FAWN vet.
You don't get second chances, a voice in her head reminds. Show them you're a fighter.
She relaxes and returns to her corner. The referee pats her down as she continues her stretches.
After the Jungle wrestler gets settled into the ring, Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play.
Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar [Official Music Video]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=boanuwUMNNQ
The FAWNatics shocked as it’s been a few years since last the Dread Pirate O’Cannon sailed into Orlando. A few moments later the Scourge of the High Seas Molly O’Cannon pushes through the curtain, but it’s not the one that had been here before. The busty brunette dances a jig across the stage, just as the old Molly had. She stops at the top of the ramp holding her arms in a circle above her head Molly yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!” Just as they had when the previous captain arrived.
MOLLY O’CANNON:
Molly wears a white linen top that is cut off and tied between her breasts holding them like two hammocks, her bottoms are black short shorts with a the word booty scrolled on her backside, a red sash tied around her waist. Coming to the ring Molly carries a rapier and pistol tucked in the sash. Black pads with skull and crossbones on the knee pads, high black boots finish her attire.
Climbing the stairs to the ring Molly hands over the pistol and rapier before stepping in the ring. Molly does her jig to the center of the ring and the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas, she stands 5’5” weighing in at 134 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking across the ring Molly sneers, “Prepare to set sail in search of Booty.” The captain has a distinct New York accent, the new captain though has the same mischievous crooked grin as her predecessor.
Molly has a solid build, but not nearly as stout as the power-lifting blonde across the ring. The brunette wares her hair loose as she sways in the corner waiting for the bell.
Selia studies her opponent. She'd been told who she was facing and she'd watched tapes of Molly's previous matches. This... was not the same person, unless she had plastic surgery, serious implants, and an accent transplant. She'd prepared for a different person.
Brach cracks her neck and pops her back. Oh well. A fight's a fight.
The bell rings and the two women circle, sizing each other up. O'Cannon's smirk curls tightly as she takes in her elfen opponent. Finally, the pirate holds out a hand for a test of strength. Selia offers her hand.
O'Cannon raises her hand out of Selia's reach. "Whatsamatter, tadpole? Ain't got yer frog legs yet? C'mon, give us a hop, froggie!"
Selia's face flushes with rage. Oh, she thinks, it's going to be that kind of match. She maintains her glare on O'Cannon's smug, laughing face. Brach reaches her hand up and, when Molly glances at it, Selia kicks at the inside of Molly's right leg. The pirate drops to a knee, swearing loudling, but Brach only grins as she grabs the hand she'd been going for and, with her other hand, delivers a loud, echoing smack across Molly's overflowing, treasreful chest. O'Cannon's mouth forms a perfect O, mostly out of shock but partly pain.
Clutching Molly's hand, Selia attempts to twist it behind the Yankee pirate's back but the larger woman is having none of it. Instead she pivots to counter Brach's attack and slings her at the ropes. O'Cannon braces a shoulder to catch the pixie. Brach sees this and, as she flies back in return, lowers her own shoulder for a test of force.
The fireplug like blonde sets her feet ready to slam into the busty buccaneer, the brunette lowers her shoulder and the two collide with a loud fleshy SMACK! The powerful Selia holds her ground knocking Molly to the canvas. The crowd cheers for the Jungle wrestler, the rookie beaming as her thick thighs held her in place. Molly shaking her head rolls over climbing back up to her feet, clearly unhappy with the opening salvo.
Molly wipes her hands on her booty shorts, “Ye as stout as a timber.” O’Cannon seems to be rethinking her own strategy as she circles around the blonde, Brach turning with her. The busty Buccaneer does a little jig while she circles, and then turns on the blonde rookie and reaches for her hair to pull her into a side headlock.
The hold slaps on tight and Molly begins working Selia's neck like a cork on her liquid lunch. "Awww, ain't so lippy now, are ye, runt?" She parades the rookie about the ring, turning away from the ref as often as she can to jab a thumb in Selia's eyes or claw at her face. The pixie, having had enough, slams a punch into the small of Molly's back. The pirate yelps and loosens enough for Brach to shove her off.
But the new and improved Molly doesn't go far. As Selia pushes her, the larger brunette reaches back and snags the blonde's wrist. Instead of just running forward where Selia aimed her, Molly runs around Selia, draping her left arm across her chest, and stops behind the rookie. Selia has no time to react before Molly yanks the arm and spins the weightlifter around. Unsteady and confused, Selia can do little but take the black boot Molly slams into her gut.
Selia folds with impact. Molly wraps an arm around the back of Selia's neck. "Looks like I'll be buryin' this booty early!" Molly chortles as she goes to plant the squirming Selia's face in the mat.
Molly gives her black clad booty a quick shake and falls backwards pulling the short blonde down driving Selia’s forehead into the thinly padded plywood. The weightlifter flips over ending up sprawled on the canvas gazing at the overhead lights. Molly scrambles to her feet and raises her arms shouting ‘BOOOM’ O’Cannon dances a small jig while Brach rubs her forehead. The Pirate moves closer to the blonde adding a stomp to Selia into her dance.
Even getting stomped Brach rolls over and gets to all fours, and continues to rise as Molly stomps her twice more. The Dread Pirate grabs the stout arm of the powerful blonde whipping her towards the far ropes. Molly runs after Selia looking to drive a knee into the blonde’s tummy as she rebounds off the cables.
The shapely brunette drives her kneecap hard into Selia's gut. Brach takes it with a wince and stumbles back. O'Cannon is more than happy to drive the rookie back to the ropes and hold her there. "Oh, an' I be owin' ya one fer this!" Molly hauls back and slaps Selia across her breasts. Selia bites her lip to not yell out, but Molly's all too happy to fill the silence with taunts.
"Like slappin' a plank!" she cackles. Molly cups Selia's chubby cheeks and squeezes. "Imagine how much it woulda hurt if ya had any kind o' bounty!" Selia doesn't have time to parse the attack on her chest's stature before Molly begins slamming forearms across it to the serenade of the referee counting and demanding Molly get Selia off the ropes. Finally, the seadog pulls her prey from the ropes by the hair and walks her around, ripping on the fine golden strands and slinging Selia about.
With a mighty heave, O'Cannon hurls Brach into a corner in a crude hairmare. Selia slams against the mat and stumbles up to a sitting position. Her back to the post, she looks up and sees Molly racing towards her, about to drive a knee straight into her face.
Selia’s eyes fly wide as she sees the Dread Pirate approach, the blonde moves the only direction she has available. Brach falls flat on her back letting the shot sail pass her bow. Molly sails by the Jungle wrestler, Selia reaches up with her left arm hooking it around the Pirate’s thigh and using her considerable strength pulls the Busty Buccaneer back over the blonde rolling her up on to her shoulders.
Brach rolls with her putting her weight on the back of the Captain’s thighs hoping for a pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Molly pushes with all her might and sends Selia rolling one direction as the brunette rolls the other. O’Cannon and Brach scramble to their feet, the Booty Pirate snaps her shorts back into place with a flick of her fingers as she says, “Ye a wily one, but ye will still be boarded Lassie.”
Selia says nothing, only begins to circle Molly. The two women slowly take each other in before locking at the collar. Instantly, Selia begins backing Molly to the ropes but O'Cannon manages to drop anchor and finally stop the push. Each woman strains to shove the other an inch without gaining further ground. Finally, Selia takes Molly's right wrist and slips from the lockup, wrenching Molly's arm up in a hammerlock.
The brunette slaps at her shoulder as the weightlifter twists the wrist higher and higher. Before Brach can really lock the attack on, O'Cannon ducks down and slips behind the blonde to reverse the hold. Selia yelps and reaches behind her for a snapmare, but the wily O'Cannon ducks while rachetting up the hold. She tries to reach down and grab one of Molly's stray legs but the pirate, seemingly ever in a jig, keeps her gams from reach.
Selia grits her teeth and starts to power through and reverse the hold just as Molly had. The fans can feel her straining to push back against the attack and Molly frantically trying to keep her advantage. O'Cannon rockets a punch to the Selia's skull and rattles her brains, but it only momentarily slows her down. As Brach turns and finds herself facing Molly, the pirate releases the wrist and tries a different approach.
CRACK! The arena fills with the sound of a backhand across Selia's cheek. Brach stares, shocked at the slap she just received. It's followed with a sucker punch that curls Selia down. Instantly the brunette leans over the folded blonde, trying to shove her head between her legs, but Brach begins to squirm and turn, shifting her body so Molly is laying across the back of her shoulders. She reaches up and around the back of O'Cannon's head and waist and, with a grunt of determination and years of weight training, goes to lift her opponent up.
Molly is not a small woman, and bigger than Selia, but that doesn’t stop the cute little blonde from powering to her full height and stomp around the ring with the Booty Buccaneer splayed across her shoulders. The fans cheering Brach on brings a smile to the girl’s face, but O’Cannon’s squirming is growing and the brunette drives her elbow into Selia’s temple. Brach shakes her head, but her grip doesn’t lessen and she falls backwards slamming the Pirate into the canvas with a ring rattling Samoan Drop.
O’Cannon folds around the tiny blonde’s body as the wind is knocked from her sails. Selia sits up, maybe showing off some her inexperience by not going for a cover right away. The Salty Sailor curses as she rolls towards the ropes, too late Brach realizes that Molly is rolling under the ropes to the outside. Selia stands heading after the brunette, but the referee tells her to keep it in the ring, again if Brach had more experience she might have pushed things and went after Molly. O’Cannon catching her breathe on the outside, tugs at the knot between her tits before she turns to head back to the ring. Molly orders the referee to back Selia off, so she can enter the ring.
The zebra glances back to Selia and the pixie merely shrugs and steps to the far corner of the ring. Satisfied she was no threat, the official looks back to Molly and begins his count. "One... two... three...."
Molly fumes at the tiny fighter. Someone this little should be tied up like a running bowline and begging for mercy by now. Still, the welp was eager... maybe too eager.
"I be comin' topdeck!" Molly announces loudly. She points an accusatory finger at Selia. "Keep yer pup at bay!" Slowly Molly ascends the corner steps and takes her time entering the ring. O'Cannon slowly ducks between the middle and top rope, moving like she's been set to slow motion. Across the ring, Brach grows obviously flustered as Molly mockingly draws the event out. When the buccaneer finally enters the ring completely, Brach breaks into a sprint for her.
Molly, seeing this, times it just perfectly to fall and catch Selia in a drop toe hold, sending the weightlifter's throat across the middle rope. Molly could easily use her weight and the hold to pull Brach from the ropes and show some impressive skill, but wasting a perfectly good rope choke is a sin. O'Cannon releases Selia's legs and hops up, driving her knee between Brach's shoulder blades while Molly herself clutches the top rope for leverage. As Selia flails and gags, Molly cackles.
"That's it, welp! Dance! Dance the Hempen Jig!" She grinds her knees into straining back muscles. "It ain't as good as a yard arm t' get ye dancin' but it's doin' the trick!" The referee counts all the way to five before Molly releases, , hugs around Selia's waist. Showing off a bit of her own strength Molly lifts Brach off her feet and executes an impressive Bridging German Suplex, Selia’s backside pointed at the rafters as she’s folded in half for the pin.
ONE!
TW-
The blonde kicks her stubby legs and bucks out of O’Cannon’s grasp rolling to her side. Molly doesn't mind, though. Now it's time to shine. The Booty Buccaneer climbs to her feet and stomps Selia down onto her stomach forcing the power lifter to roll to her back to protect her tummy. Reaching down for Brach's arms, she sneers, "Looks like ye gots water in yer lungs. Let's bilge some of that out fer ye!"
Molly starts with her right boot between Selia’s shoulder blades as she pulls back on Brach’s wrists, the Dread Pirate looks to try and pull the blonde’s arms out of their sockets with the Standing Surfboard. Selia turns her head from side to side trying to figure some way out of the painful hold, but when the referee offers to give her the chance to have him stop the hold the Jungle girl refuses. O’Cannon moves her right foot to Selia’s lower back, pulling harder to lift the black clad blonde’s head and chest off the mat. Brach’s face is pinched in pain, but she still refuses to surrender to the Pirate, and the Crowd helps her with a “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” Chant.
The busty brunette sneering shoves her foot forward and releases Selia’s wrist at the same time slamming the blonde face first into the thinly padded boards. Brach lays motionless as Molly runs her fingers along the leg holes of her bottoms snapping the fabric back over the curve of her buttocks. The Official checks on Selia, she’s still coherent and refuses to give up. Molly slowly moves up to Brach’s head and reaches down for a handful of sweat matted blonde locks to bring Selia up. After some hard tugs the Pirate is able to get the weightlifter most of the way up, but Molly quickly moves behind Selia and hooks an arm around Selia’s waist and the other behind her knee to set the shorter blonde up for the move Molly calls ‘SHIVER ME TIMBERS’ most everyone else calls it an Atomic Drop.
O'Cannon raises the smaller wrestler down, holds her in midair for a moment, then brings Brach's tailbone down on an outstretched knee. Pain shoots up Selia's spine but she bites her lower lips. Molly doesn't release the hug though and once more lifts her her, again dropping Selia's coccyx onto her knee. This time, Selia offers a grunt and begins to grab and pry at the fingers holding her in place. Molly, however, moves faster and a third time hoists Selia like a sail before driving her down. This time, the knee catches the rookie square in the sweet meats between her thights. Selia bellows as O'Cannon dumps her to the mat.
Selia cradles her womanhood with one hand while pushing herself up with the other. "Yer a weird one. Built like a cargo mouse but squawkin' like a hoarse parrot!" O'Cannon observes as she grabs a handful of fine blonde hair. "Somethin' must be lodged in yer throat. Lemme get it out for ye!" Pulling Brach up halfway, Molly folds her down, underhooks her muscular arms, lifts her to bury her where X Marks the Spot!
Molly clasps her hands together, but just as her fingers interlace they pop apart, the powerful blonde pulls her arms down and wraps them around O’Cannon’s legs. Selia pushes into Molly as she pulls her legs in against the blonde’s own chest and sends the Captain down. Brach showing some agility rolls over and tries to sneak a win past the Pirate with a quick matchbook rollup.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The crowd groans as their hopes are dashed like a ship on the rocks. Molly scrambles away holding up two fingers to make sure she didn’t have her treasure plundered right out from under her nose. The referee nods also holding up two fingers as he signals for the match to continue. O’Cannon less than pleased by the actions of the stubborn Jungle wrestler, marches back to Selia and stomps down on the blonde several times before reaching down and pulling Brach back up on to her boot leather. The Busty Buccaneer takes the weightlifter by the wrist and whips her towards the far turnbuckles, waiting for Selia to hit before launching her next attack Molly loads up to give Selia a good Broadside shot.
One side of the arena lights up with camera flashes as the fans enjoy the view of Molly's shapely hips and butt rocketing and slamming into Selia. As strong as Brach is, the force of Molly is a lot on her small frame and she slumps, dropping to her butt at the base of the ring post. With the rookie at her feet, it's too much to for Molly to not enjoy. The brunette turns and places her perfect cheeks against Selia's face. "Time to Swab the Decks, girlie!" She grinds her ass into Selia's face, shoving the blonde's head to the turnbuckles. A slick smile spreads across Molly's face as she grabs the top ropes. "Time fer a shanty, mates!" she yells.
Molly begins to sway side to side, still grinding down on Selia's face, but almost in a dance. She begins to sing. "As I was walkin' down to FAWN's ring--" She pulls her butt away from from Selia's face but promptly slams it back in at choince moments of the refrain. "Yo (slam) Ho (slam), Blow the Bitch (slam) down(slam)!" While most FAWNatics boo, some are definitely won over by the showmanship. Molly continues to sing, "A tiny young morsel I change there to meet - Yo (slam) Ho (slam), Blow the Bitch (slam) down(slam)!" This time, Molly's fans join in the refrain, stomping their feet in time with her slams.
Molly looks over her shoulder and chuckles. She places her butt on Selia's face, smothering her. "Give me some time to blow the bitch down!"
The referee, not feeling the music, counts to five. "I gave you time! Let her out!" Molly is annoyed, but she knows Selia's previous win was due to DQ. Not wanting to add another "W", she spins about and slams a fist in Selia's gut. Brach takes a few steps and slumps to the mat in a gagging fit. Selia is strong, but so is Molly and the slug proved it. O'Cannon grabs Selia by the ankles and whips her like a bedsheet she's trying to unfurl, laying her out on her back. After a kick across the pipsqueak's jaw, Molly climbs the ringpost to deliver her Sixteen Pound Gun - a top rope body splash.
The Dread Pirate scales the riggings to the crow’s nest with ease. Molly raises her arms and bends her knees leaping into the void as the crowd watches on in semi awe. The Booty Buccaneer brings her solid frame crashing down across the compact blonde’s body, the crowd adding the sound effects – “BOOOOMB!” Selia’s head and legs jackknife around the imposing brunette’s body and drop back to the canvas with a thud. Molly stays atop the crushed power lifter and waits for the referee.
ONE…
TWO…
THWHAAAT!
Molly yanks Selia up, she waves a finger at the official, “No, no, no. Not yet Harbor Master!”
The crowd reaction is mixed as Molly continues pulling Selia up on to rubbery legs. She guides the blonde’s head between her thighs and underhooks Brach’s arms ready to deliver the X marks the spot to a woozy weightlifter.
Selia's petite frame collides with the mat, bouncing her off her face. For her part, Molly lands on her ample bow, but seems not the least bit pained. She smiles down proudly on the heaving, rookie, barely stirring. Still, there's life in her.
Molly grabs a hold of Selia's powdery blonde hair and yanks her head up. “Still with me, runt? Or ye ready to be sleepin' with fishes?”
Selia barely focuses her eyes, but slurs out a reply. “That's... that's a mob saying. You're messing up your schtick, Jersey Girl.” The Dread Pirate, being none too pleased by the lip, palms the back of Selia's head and slams it to canvas. But she doesn't release. The full-breasted pirate gets to her feet and pulls the weightlifter up by her fine, short hair. Molly drives a cheap shot to Selia's stomach as she pulls her into a headlock. Then, O'Cannon lifts Selia up for her delayed vertical suplex, Hoist the Jolly Roger.
Selia, however, decides to try to un-jolly Molly. As the brunette holds Brach high, the pixie manages to wrap her arm behind Molly's head just as she attempts to fling her own body down in hopes of crashing them both into the shore with a reversal.
VERTICAL SUPLEX REVERSAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH5HiL3tlWQ
The powerful little thighs pumped as Molly held Brach at the apex of the suplex. The wobble in Molly’s own legs is noticeable holding the little human fire plug aloft. Selia’s hopes of reversal are dashed as at first slowly, then much faster O’Cannon falls backwards and sends the blonde into the thinly padded boards. Selia crashes into the canvas and is bounced up to a seated position, her arms limply hanging at her sides, and her head lolls. Molly bounds to her feet yelling, “BOOOOMB!”
The Dread Pirate dances a little jig around to the front of the stunned blonde and drops to her knees, her legs on the outside of the small blonde’s. Molly tugs at the knot between her breasts with one hand, as the other reaches behind Selia’s skull cupping the back of the blonde’s head pulling her towards the Busty Buccaneer’s ‘Treasure Chest’.
Selia's eyes grow wide as Molly's enormous treasure piles swallow her face up. Only her big aqua blue eyes peer from the smother, and just barely. Molly's top falls to the mat as she lowers her body on top of Selia's, using her weight to anchor the tiny girl down. The rookie struggles, shifting Molly about. It's a good effort, too – Selia still has power, but not even a tenth of what she came to the match with.
“Hush, li'l guppy,” Molly purrs. “Let the rockin' sea take ye! 'Sides,” Molly's lip curls, “I be seein' the company ye keep. Surely this is the best possible outcome for ye. Put down by the best set in the fed! Ye will be tellin' yer rug-munchin' mates 'bout this, no doubt! Why else would ye always be pickin' fights with big—HEY!”
Selia's arms wrap around Molly's waist in a bearhug. Molly's taken off guard but not nearly enough for Brach to escape her milky prison. The fans begin one last rallying cry for Selia, begging her to power out. Molly wraps her arms under Selia's head and crushes her further into the smother with as much force.
“That's it, guppy,” Molly snips, “earn what be comin' next! Earn the humiliation!” O'Cannon wrenches Selia's neck and squeezes. She can feel the pixie's breath hot between her breasts, and slowing. “Or will ye be relyin' on yer wee pals to run to rescue ye again?”
Selia wants to respond, but she feels conciousness slipping. She uses her last bit of strength on her bearhug, but Molly stays put, her mocking face slowly blurring out into darkness.
Keeping the blonde’s face pressed against the massive mounds, Molly brings her legs around clamping them on the blonde’s side and squeezes. The body scissors added to the hold just cause the weightlifters arms to drop limply to her sides quicker. O’Cannon rocks her shoulders grinding the soft flesh against Selia’s features, she feels the sputtering of Brach’s lips on her bosom. The referee steps in taking Selia’s wrist and raising her arm shakes it before he releases the limb.
The ref raises Selia's wrist and releases it. It drops to the mat. He lifts and drops it again. Molly watches Selia's blue eyes roll back and flutter, feeling warm spit dripping between her breasts and rolling down her stomachs. The ref lifts and releases Selia's wrist a third time.
It slaps to the mat.
The bell rings and the announcer booms to life. “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by knockout.... MOLLY O'CANNON!”
The referee immediately zooms in to take Molly's wrist to raise it. “Good job, O'Cannon,” he chimes. “Let's raise that arm.” But anyone with half a brain knows what he's trying to do – get her away from a prone, helpless, petite woman.
The Dread Pirate has loot to claim, pulling away from the referee, Molly keeps Selia’s face pressed to her rack. The brunette only uses one arm now pushing one shoulder strap down then the other. Molly works the weightlifter’s singlet down until the blonde’s smaller breasts are freed, that’s when she allows Selia to fall backwards, the brunette smiling, “Well it’s a small bounty, but no bounty is too small.”
The brunette pinches pink nipples and begins mauling the small sweaty bosom as she claims her loot, most in the crowd boo, but some of FAWN’s fans cheer the Dread Pirate on. Molly slaps each breast then slaps Brach’s face trying to bring her back to the world of pain. The blonde’s eyes flutter but she remains in the jugg induced stupor. Molly goes back to mauling poor Selia’s tits, she bounces on her stomach from time to time and reaches back occasionally gripping the blonde’s sex roughly. The referee continues to try to talk Molly off the defeated girl. Finally Molly does stand and gathers her top, slipping her arms into the sleeves, but leaves it hanging open in the front as she climbs the turnbuckles and holding her arms up she get she crowd to join her as she drops her arms fast and the fans yell, “BOOOOMB!”
SELIA BRACH:
"ONE GIRL REVOLUTION" by SUPERCHICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj6wqABX0M8
The curtain at the top of the ramp parts and the pixie-haired tiny mite known as Selia Brach appears. She jogs in place momentarily, getting her energy up, before breaking into a run down the aisle towards the ring. FAWNatics are thrilled to see her, thrusting hands out for slaps and high-fives. Those attentive can see Selia, ever shy, blush at the mere idea of anyone wanting attention from her but she forces a smile and slaps the hands before her.
As she gets to te ring, Brach hops atop the skirt, grabs the top rope, and demonstrates her upper body strength by flipping up on top of it, holding the handstand for a few seconds before coming back in the ring. The stunt does something important - it draws attention away from the full body blush overtaking her as a segment of fans being chanting her name.
The referee approaches Selia. "Nervous?" he asks with a smile. "They like you. Give 'em a flex. The fans love that stuff."
Selia studies the official for a second, then looks over the crowd and flexes her arms. True to what she was told, the cheers erupt at the sight of her gun display - musculature that almost seems completely at odds with her overall adorableness. She holds the pose, then turns to the other side of the arena. Selia knows she needs to do this, build of fan reaction. She's on the cusp of being moved up. That's what tonight's about - not winning or losing, but showing she can handle herself in the ring in a standard match against a FAWN vet.
You don't get second chances, a voice in her head reminds. Show them you're a fighter.
She relaxes and returns to her corner. The referee pats her down as she continues her stretches.
After the Jungle wrestler gets settled into the ring, Metallica’s “Whiskey in the Jar” begins to play.
Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar [Official Music Video]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=boanuwUMNNQ
The FAWNatics shocked as it’s been a few years since last the Dread Pirate O’Cannon sailed into Orlando. A few moments later the Scourge of the High Seas Molly O’Cannon pushes through the curtain, but it’s not the one that had been here before. The busty brunette dances a jig across the stage, just as the old Molly had. She stops at the top of the ramp holding her arms in a circle above her head Molly yells. “OOOOOOO’CANNON!” throwing her arms down the FAWNantics roar back “BOOM!” Just as they had when the previous captain arrived.
MOLLY O’CANNON:
Molly wears a white linen top that is cut off and tied between her breasts holding them like two hammocks, her bottoms are black short shorts with a the word booty scrolled on her backside, a red sash tied around her waist. Coming to the ring Molly carries a rapier and pistol tucked in the sash. Black pads with skull and crossbones on the knee pads, high black boots finish her attire.
Climbing the stairs to the ring Molly hands over the pistol and rapier before stepping in the ring. Molly does her jig to the center of the ring and the ring announcer says, “From the High Seas, she stands 5’5” weighing in at 134 pounds…Molly OOOOOO’Cannon!” The Crowd offers another BOOM! More of the crowd joining in this time. Molly moves to her corner smirking at the fans, “Ye’re all fools!” Looking across the ring Molly sneers, “Prepare to set sail in search of Booty.” The captain has a distinct New York accent, the new captain though has the same mischievous crooked grin as her predecessor.
Molly has a solid build, but not nearly as stout as the power-lifting blonde across the ring. The brunette wares her hair loose as she sways in the corner waiting for the bell.
Selia studies her opponent. She'd been told who she was facing and she'd watched tapes of Molly's previous matches. This... was not the same person, unless she had plastic surgery, serious implants, and an accent transplant. She'd prepared for a different person.
Brach cracks her neck and pops her back. Oh well. A fight's a fight.
The bell rings and the two women circle, sizing each other up. O'Cannon's smirk curls tightly as she takes in her elfen opponent. Finally, the pirate holds out a hand for a test of strength. Selia offers her hand.
O'Cannon raises her hand out of Selia's reach. "Whatsamatter, tadpole? Ain't got yer frog legs yet? C'mon, give us a hop, froggie!"
Selia's face flushes with rage. Oh, she thinks, it's going to be that kind of match. She maintains her glare on O'Cannon's smug, laughing face. Brach reaches her hand up and, when Molly glances at it, Selia kicks at the inside of Molly's right leg. The pirate drops to a knee, swearing loudling, but Brach only grins as she grabs the hand she'd been going for and, with her other hand, delivers a loud, echoing smack across Molly's overflowing, treasreful chest. O'Cannon's mouth forms a perfect O, mostly out of shock but partly pain.
Clutching Molly's hand, Selia attempts to twist it behind the Yankee pirate's back but the larger woman is having none of it. Instead she pivots to counter Brach's attack and slings her at the ropes. O'Cannon braces a shoulder to catch the pixie. Brach sees this and, as she flies back in return, lowers her own shoulder for a test of force.
The fireplug like blonde sets her feet ready to slam into the busty buccaneer, the brunette lowers her shoulder and the two collide with a loud fleshy SMACK! The powerful Selia holds her ground knocking Molly to the canvas. The crowd cheers for the Jungle wrestler, the rookie beaming as her thick thighs held her in place. Molly shaking her head rolls over climbing back up to her feet, clearly unhappy with the opening salvo.
Molly wipes her hands on her booty shorts, “Ye as stout as a timber.” O’Cannon seems to be rethinking her own strategy as she circles around the blonde, Brach turning with her. The busty Buccaneer does a little jig while she circles, and then turns on the blonde rookie and reaches for her hair to pull her into a side headlock.
The hold slaps on tight and Molly begins working Selia's neck like a cork on her liquid lunch. "Awww, ain't so lippy now, are ye, runt?" She parades the rookie about the ring, turning away from the ref as often as she can to jab a thumb in Selia's eyes or claw at her face. The pixie, having had enough, slams a punch into the small of Molly's back. The pirate yelps and loosens enough for Brach to shove her off.
But the new and improved Molly doesn't go far. As Selia pushes her, the larger brunette reaches back and snags the blonde's wrist. Instead of just running forward where Selia aimed her, Molly runs around Selia, draping her left arm across her chest, and stops behind the rookie. Selia has no time to react before Molly yanks the arm and spins the weightlifter around. Unsteady and confused, Selia can do little but take the black boot Molly slams into her gut.
Selia folds with impact. Molly wraps an arm around the back of Selia's neck. "Looks like I'll be buryin' this booty early!" Molly chortles as she goes to plant the squirming Selia's face in the mat.
Molly gives her black clad booty a quick shake and falls backwards pulling the short blonde down driving Selia’s forehead into the thinly padded plywood. The weightlifter flips over ending up sprawled on the canvas gazing at the overhead lights. Molly scrambles to her feet and raises her arms shouting ‘BOOOM’ O’Cannon dances a small jig while Brach rubs her forehead. The Pirate moves closer to the blonde adding a stomp to Selia into her dance.
Even getting stomped Brach rolls over and gets to all fours, and continues to rise as Molly stomps her twice more. The Dread Pirate grabs the stout arm of the powerful blonde whipping her towards the far ropes. Molly runs after Selia looking to drive a knee into the blonde’s tummy as she rebounds off the cables.
The shapely brunette drives her kneecap hard into Selia's gut. Brach takes it with a wince and stumbles back. O'Cannon is more than happy to drive the rookie back to the ropes and hold her there. "Oh, an' I be owin' ya one fer this!" Molly hauls back and slaps Selia across her breasts. Selia bites her lip to not yell out, but Molly's all too happy to fill the silence with taunts.
"Like slappin' a plank!" she cackles. Molly cups Selia's chubby cheeks and squeezes. "Imagine how much it woulda hurt if ya had any kind o' bounty!" Selia doesn't have time to parse the attack on her chest's stature before Molly begins slamming forearms across it to the serenade of the referee counting and demanding Molly get Selia off the ropes. Finally, the seadog pulls her prey from the ropes by the hair and walks her around, ripping on the fine golden strands and slinging Selia about.
With a mighty heave, O'Cannon hurls Brach into a corner in a crude hairmare. Selia slams against the mat and stumbles up to a sitting position. Her back to the post, she looks up and sees Molly racing towards her, about to drive a knee straight into her face.
Selia’s eyes fly wide as she sees the Dread Pirate approach, the blonde moves the only direction she has available. Brach falls flat on her back letting the shot sail pass her bow. Molly sails by the Jungle wrestler, Selia reaches up with her left arm hooking it around the Pirate’s thigh and using her considerable strength pulls the Busty Buccaneer back over the blonde rolling her up on to her shoulders.
Brach rolls with her putting her weight on the back of the Captain’s thighs hoping for a pinfall.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Molly pushes with all her might and sends Selia rolling one direction as the brunette rolls the other. O’Cannon and Brach scramble to their feet, the Booty Pirate snaps her shorts back into place with a flick of her fingers as she says, “Ye a wily one, but ye will still be boarded Lassie.”
Selia says nothing, only begins to circle Molly. The two women slowly take each other in before locking at the collar. Instantly, Selia begins backing Molly to the ropes but O'Cannon manages to drop anchor and finally stop the push. Each woman strains to shove the other an inch without gaining further ground. Finally, Selia takes Molly's right wrist and slips from the lockup, wrenching Molly's arm up in a hammerlock.
The brunette slaps at her shoulder as the weightlifter twists the wrist higher and higher. Before Brach can really lock the attack on, O'Cannon ducks down and slips behind the blonde to reverse the hold. Selia yelps and reaches behind her for a snapmare, but the wily O'Cannon ducks while rachetting up the hold. She tries to reach down and grab one of Molly's stray legs but the pirate, seemingly ever in a jig, keeps her gams from reach.
Selia grits her teeth and starts to power through and reverse the hold just as Molly had. The fans can feel her straining to push back against the attack and Molly frantically trying to keep her advantage. O'Cannon rockets a punch to the Selia's skull and rattles her brains, but it only momentarily slows her down. As Brach turns and finds herself facing Molly, the pirate releases the wrist and tries a different approach.
CRACK! The arena fills with the sound of a backhand across Selia's cheek. Brach stares, shocked at the slap she just received. It's followed with a sucker punch that curls Selia down. Instantly the brunette leans over the folded blonde, trying to shove her head between her legs, but Brach begins to squirm and turn, shifting her body so Molly is laying across the back of her shoulders. She reaches up and around the back of O'Cannon's head and waist and, with a grunt of determination and years of weight training, goes to lift her opponent up.
Molly is not a small woman, and bigger than Selia, but that doesn’t stop the cute little blonde from powering to her full height and stomp around the ring with the Booty Buccaneer splayed across her shoulders. The fans cheering Brach on brings a smile to the girl’s face, but O’Cannon’s squirming is growing and the brunette drives her elbow into Selia’s temple. Brach shakes her head, but her grip doesn’t lessen and she falls backwards slamming the Pirate into the canvas with a ring rattling Samoan Drop.
O’Cannon folds around the tiny blonde’s body as the wind is knocked from her sails. Selia sits up, maybe showing off some her inexperience by not going for a cover right away. The Salty Sailor curses as she rolls towards the ropes, too late Brach realizes that Molly is rolling under the ropes to the outside. Selia stands heading after the brunette, but the referee tells her to keep it in the ring, again if Brach had more experience she might have pushed things and went after Molly. O’Cannon catching her breathe on the outside, tugs at the knot between her tits before she turns to head back to the ring. Molly orders the referee to back Selia off, so she can enter the ring.
The zebra glances back to Selia and the pixie merely shrugs and steps to the far corner of the ring. Satisfied she was no threat, the official looks back to Molly and begins his count. "One... two... three...."
Molly fumes at the tiny fighter. Someone this little should be tied up like a running bowline and begging for mercy by now. Still, the welp was eager... maybe too eager.
"I be comin' topdeck!" Molly announces loudly. She points an accusatory finger at Selia. "Keep yer pup at bay!" Slowly Molly ascends the corner steps and takes her time entering the ring. O'Cannon slowly ducks between the middle and top rope, moving like she's been set to slow motion. Across the ring, Brach grows obviously flustered as Molly mockingly draws the event out. When the buccaneer finally enters the ring completely, Brach breaks into a sprint for her.
Molly, seeing this, times it just perfectly to fall and catch Selia in a drop toe hold, sending the weightlifter's throat across the middle rope. Molly could easily use her weight and the hold to pull Brach from the ropes and show some impressive skill, but wasting a perfectly good rope choke is a sin. O'Cannon releases Selia's legs and hops up, driving her knee between Brach's shoulder blades while Molly herself clutches the top rope for leverage. As Selia flails and gags, Molly cackles.
"That's it, welp! Dance! Dance the Hempen Jig!" She grinds her knees into straining back muscles. "It ain't as good as a yard arm t' get ye dancin' but it's doin' the trick!" The referee counts all the way to five before Molly releases, , hugs around Selia's waist. Showing off a bit of her own strength Molly lifts Brach off her feet and executes an impressive Bridging German Suplex, Selia’s backside pointed at the rafters as she’s folded in half for the pin.
ONE!
TW-
The blonde kicks her stubby legs and bucks out of O’Cannon’s grasp rolling to her side. Molly doesn't mind, though. Now it's time to shine. The Booty Buccaneer climbs to her feet and stomps Selia down onto her stomach forcing the power lifter to roll to her back to protect her tummy. Reaching down for Brach's arms, she sneers, "Looks like ye gots water in yer lungs. Let's bilge some of that out fer ye!"
Molly starts with her right boot between Selia’s shoulder blades as she pulls back on Brach’s wrists, the Dread Pirate looks to try and pull the blonde’s arms out of their sockets with the Standing Surfboard. Selia turns her head from side to side trying to figure some way out of the painful hold, but when the referee offers to give her the chance to have him stop the hold the Jungle girl refuses. O’Cannon moves her right foot to Selia’s lower back, pulling harder to lift the black clad blonde’s head and chest off the mat. Brach’s face is pinched in pain, but she still refuses to surrender to the Pirate, and the Crowd helps her with a “PLEASE DON’T TAP!” Chant.
The busty brunette sneering shoves her foot forward and releases Selia’s wrist at the same time slamming the blonde face first into the thinly padded boards. Brach lays motionless as Molly runs her fingers along the leg holes of her bottoms snapping the fabric back over the curve of her buttocks. The Official checks on Selia, she’s still coherent and refuses to give up. Molly slowly moves up to Brach’s head and reaches down for a handful of sweat matted blonde locks to bring Selia up. After some hard tugs the Pirate is able to get the weightlifter most of the way up, but Molly quickly moves behind Selia and hooks an arm around Selia’s waist and the other behind her knee to set the shorter blonde up for the move Molly calls ‘SHIVER ME TIMBERS’ most everyone else calls it an Atomic Drop.
O'Cannon raises the smaller wrestler down, holds her in midair for a moment, then brings Brach's tailbone down on an outstretched knee. Pain shoots up Selia's spine but she bites her lower lips. Molly doesn't release the hug though and once more lifts her her, again dropping Selia's coccyx onto her knee. This time, Selia offers a grunt and begins to grab and pry at the fingers holding her in place. Molly, however, moves faster and a third time hoists Selia like a sail before driving her down. This time, the knee catches the rookie square in the sweet meats between her thights. Selia bellows as O'Cannon dumps her to the mat.
Selia cradles her womanhood with one hand while pushing herself up with the other. "Yer a weird one. Built like a cargo mouse but squawkin' like a hoarse parrot!" O'Cannon observes as she grabs a handful of fine blonde hair. "Somethin' must be lodged in yer throat. Lemme get it out for ye!" Pulling Brach up halfway, Molly folds her down, underhooks her muscular arms, lifts her to bury her where X Marks the Spot!
Molly clasps her hands together, but just as her fingers interlace they pop apart, the powerful blonde pulls her arms down and wraps them around O’Cannon’s legs. Selia pushes into Molly as she pulls her legs in against the blonde’s own chest and sends the Captain down. Brach showing some agility rolls over and tries to sneak a win past the Pirate with a quick matchbook rollup.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
The crowd groans as their hopes are dashed like a ship on the rocks. Molly scrambles away holding up two fingers to make sure she didn’t have her treasure plundered right out from under her nose. The referee nods also holding up two fingers as he signals for the match to continue. O’Cannon less than pleased by the actions of the stubborn Jungle wrestler, marches back to Selia and stomps down on the blonde several times before reaching down and pulling Brach back up on to her boot leather. The Busty Buccaneer takes the weightlifter by the wrist and whips her towards the far turnbuckles, waiting for Selia to hit before launching her next attack Molly loads up to give Selia a good Broadside shot.
One side of the arena lights up with camera flashes as the fans enjoy the view of Molly's shapely hips and butt rocketing and slamming into Selia. As strong as Brach is, the force of Molly is a lot on her small frame and she slumps, dropping to her butt at the base of the ring post. With the rookie at her feet, it's too much to for Molly to not enjoy. The brunette turns and places her perfect cheeks against Selia's face. "Time to Swab the Decks, girlie!" She grinds her ass into Selia's face, shoving the blonde's head to the turnbuckles. A slick smile spreads across Molly's face as she grabs the top ropes. "Time fer a shanty, mates!" she yells.
Molly begins to sway side to side, still grinding down on Selia's face, but almost in a dance. She begins to sing. "As I was walkin' down to FAWN's ring--" She pulls her butt away from from Selia's face but promptly slams it back in at choince moments of the refrain. "Yo (slam) Ho (slam), Blow the Bitch (slam) down(slam)!" While most FAWNatics boo, some are definitely won over by the showmanship. Molly continues to sing, "A tiny young morsel I change there to meet - Yo (slam) Ho (slam), Blow the Bitch (slam) down(slam)!" This time, Molly's fans join in the refrain, stomping their feet in time with her slams.
Molly looks over her shoulder and chuckles. She places her butt on Selia's face, smothering her. "Give me some time to blow the bitch down!"
The referee, not feeling the music, counts to five. "I gave you time! Let her out!" Molly is annoyed, but she knows Selia's previous win was due to DQ. Not wanting to add another "W", she spins about and slams a fist in Selia's gut. Brach takes a few steps and slumps to the mat in a gagging fit. Selia is strong, but so is Molly and the slug proved it. O'Cannon grabs Selia by the ankles and whips her like a bedsheet she's trying to unfurl, laying her out on her back. After a kick across the pipsqueak's jaw, Molly climbs the ringpost to deliver her Sixteen Pound Gun - a top rope body splash.
The Dread Pirate scales the riggings to the crow’s nest with ease. Molly raises her arms and bends her knees leaping into the void as the crowd watches on in semi awe. The Booty Buccaneer brings her solid frame crashing down across the compact blonde’s body, the crowd adding the sound effects – “BOOOOMB!” Selia’s head and legs jackknife around the imposing brunette’s body and drop back to the canvas with a thud. Molly stays atop the crushed power lifter and waits for the referee.
ONE…
TWO…
THWHAAAT!
Molly yanks Selia up, she waves a finger at the official, “No, no, no. Not yet Harbor Master!”
The crowd reaction is mixed as Molly continues pulling Selia up on to rubbery legs. She guides the blonde’s head between her thighs and underhooks Brach’s arms ready to deliver the X marks the spot to a woozy weightlifter.
Selia's petite frame collides with the mat, bouncing her off her face. For her part, Molly lands on her ample bow, but seems not the least bit pained. She smiles down proudly on the heaving, rookie, barely stirring. Still, there's life in her.
Molly grabs a hold of Selia's powdery blonde hair and yanks her head up. “Still with me, runt? Or ye ready to be sleepin' with fishes?”
Selia barely focuses her eyes, but slurs out a reply. “That's... that's a mob saying. You're messing up your schtick, Jersey Girl.” The Dread Pirate, being none too pleased by the lip, palms the back of Selia's head and slams it to canvas. But she doesn't release. The full-breasted pirate gets to her feet and pulls the weightlifter up by her fine, short hair. Molly drives a cheap shot to Selia's stomach as she pulls her into a headlock. Then, O'Cannon lifts Selia up for her delayed vertical suplex, Hoist the Jolly Roger.
Selia, however, decides to try to un-jolly Molly. As the brunette holds Brach high, the pixie manages to wrap her arm behind Molly's head just as she attempts to fling her own body down in hopes of crashing them both into the shore with a reversal.
VERTICAL SUPLEX REVERSAL:
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The powerful little thighs pumped as Molly held Brach at the apex of the suplex. The wobble in Molly’s own legs is noticeable holding the little human fire plug aloft. Selia’s hopes of reversal are dashed as at first slowly, then much faster O’Cannon falls backwards and sends the blonde into the thinly padded boards. Selia crashes into the canvas and is bounced up to a seated position, her arms limply hanging at her sides, and her head lolls. Molly bounds to her feet yelling, “BOOOOMB!”
The Dread Pirate dances a little jig around to the front of the stunned blonde and drops to her knees, her legs on the outside of the small blonde’s. Molly tugs at the knot between her breasts with one hand, as the other reaches behind Selia’s skull cupping the back of the blonde’s head pulling her towards the Busty Buccaneer’s ‘Treasure Chest’.
Selia's eyes grow wide as Molly's enormous treasure piles swallow her face up. Only her big aqua blue eyes peer from the smother, and just barely. Molly's top falls to the mat as she lowers her body on top of Selia's, using her weight to anchor the tiny girl down. The rookie struggles, shifting Molly about. It's a good effort, too – Selia still has power, but not even a tenth of what she came to the match with.
“Hush, li'l guppy,” Molly purrs. “Let the rockin' sea take ye! 'Sides,” Molly's lip curls, “I be seein' the company ye keep. Surely this is the best possible outcome for ye. Put down by the best set in the fed! Ye will be tellin' yer rug-munchin' mates 'bout this, no doubt! Why else would ye always be pickin' fights with big—HEY!”
Selia's arms wrap around Molly's waist in a bearhug. Molly's taken off guard but not nearly enough for Brach to escape her milky prison. The fans begin one last rallying cry for Selia, begging her to power out. Molly wraps her arms under Selia's head and crushes her further into the smother with as much force.
“That's it, guppy,” Molly snips, “earn what be comin' next! Earn the humiliation!” O'Cannon wrenches Selia's neck and squeezes. She can feel the pixie's breath hot between her breasts, and slowing. “Or will ye be relyin' on yer wee pals to run to rescue ye again?”
Selia wants to respond, but she feels conciousness slipping. She uses her last bit of strength on her bearhug, but Molly stays put, her mocking face slowly blurring out into darkness.
Keeping the blonde’s face pressed against the massive mounds, Molly brings her legs around clamping them on the blonde’s side and squeezes. The body scissors added to the hold just cause the weightlifters arms to drop limply to her sides quicker. O’Cannon rocks her shoulders grinding the soft flesh against Selia’s features, she feels the sputtering of Brach’s lips on her bosom. The referee steps in taking Selia’s wrist and raising her arm shakes it before he releases the limb.
The ref raises Selia's wrist and releases it. It drops to the mat. He lifts and drops it again. Molly watches Selia's blue eyes roll back and flutter, feeling warm spit dripping between her breasts and rolling down her stomachs. The ref lifts and releases Selia's wrist a third time.
It slaps to the mat.
The bell rings and the announcer booms to life. “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by knockout.... MOLLY O'CANNON!”
The referee immediately zooms in to take Molly's wrist to raise it. “Good job, O'Cannon,” he chimes. “Let's raise that arm.” But anyone with half a brain knows what he's trying to do – get her away from a prone, helpless, petite woman.
The Dread Pirate has loot to claim, pulling away from the referee, Molly keeps Selia’s face pressed to her rack. The brunette only uses one arm now pushing one shoulder strap down then the other. Molly works the weightlifter’s singlet down until the blonde’s smaller breasts are freed, that’s when she allows Selia to fall backwards, the brunette smiling, “Well it’s a small bounty, but no bounty is too small.”
The brunette pinches pink nipples and begins mauling the small sweaty bosom as she claims her loot, most in the crowd boo, but some of FAWN’s fans cheer the Dread Pirate on. Molly slaps each breast then slaps Brach’s face trying to bring her back to the world of pain. The blonde’s eyes flutter but she remains in the jugg induced stupor. Molly goes back to mauling poor Selia’s tits, she bounces on her stomach from time to time and reaches back occasionally gripping the blonde’s sex roughly. The referee continues to try to talk Molly off the defeated girl. Finally Molly does stand and gathers her top, slipping her arms into the sleeves, but leaves it hanging open in the front as she climbs the turnbuckles and holding her arms up she get she crowd to join her as she drops her arms fast and the fans yell, “BOOOOMB!”