Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 2:58:51 GMT
KELLI LOVE:
Kelli jogs in place, nervous.
It's been almost a year and a half since she was in the FAWN ring fighting. The two matches she had were decided losses, although the second fight against Ivy Armstrong at least showed hope. Enough hope for FAWN to make an investment in her. What Kelli didn't talk about to many was where she'd been since then. FAWN decided Kelli's problem was inexperience so she was sent on a training mission of sorts - a year on the road, wrestling in independents, with Trixie Decker as her guide.
And Kelli definitely had gotten experience, and now considered Trixie a friend. There was a guilt about Decker being taken from FAWN to babysit her, but the petite goth never seemed to complain. Kelli had been back for months now, with officials watching her train. She was, in their estimation, finally ready to go out there and show everyone.
Against Trisha User.
Gretchen's former partner.
Kelli still tensed at the memory of her first match in FAWN, where Gretchen Van Buren - Kelli wasn't sure if she'd reverted to Vaughn since the divorce - didn't just beat her but humiliated her and shredded her pride. Hindsight was 20/20 and Kelli could admit, to herself at least, that loss was mostly her own fault. She shouldn't have been facing someone of Gretchen's experience, true, but she came into it expecting a catfight like the ones she'd done before. But even that was no excuse. Kelli had taken apartment fights seriously. Gretchen she treated like a circus clown. Instead she was a lion, and she ate Kelli up.
A stage hand comes by Kelli. "Announcing in fifteen," the hand says and Kelli nods, trying to psyche herself up for the fight. She'd heard rumblings since that Gretchen was different. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew Trisha Usher wasn't. Trixie had taught Kelli the importance of learning about your opponents. She'd watched the tapes and learned Trisha was as vicious and savage as Gretchen could be. This was going to be a hard fight. It didn't help Kelli was smaller and still not nearly as experienced.
The spotlights outside the curtain kick on. Kelli feels her stomach ripple. Maybe she should have asked Trixie to be ringside after all. She wanted to seem as sure as her friend about the situation, but there was something nice about knowing you had one fan there to cheer you on.
The announcer picks up. "Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard contest! First, hailing from Pahrump, Nevada... standing at five feet, five inches and one hundred twenty-eight pounds.... KELLI LOVE!"
"PERFECT" - MASON VS. PRINCESS SUPERSTAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZl165WDjDA
Kelli bolts through the curtain like she hadn't left. The fans offered a lot of good will to her, too - but it was never hard to find good will when you're a chesty blonde with big, blue eyes. Kelli trots ringside, slapping hands and greeting fans, her chest barely staying in her pink bra top. She hops onto the ring and ducks between the top and middle rope, letting everyone get a good look at her pink thong bottoms. The red bows on her bra and garters that hold her fishnets up just complete the image of a living Barbie doll in wrestling boots. And honestly, unlike her last time stepping in a FAWN ring to fight, she's completely comfortable with that. Her stomach begins to settle. For the first time in a while, she feels good about this.
The Pay-per-view crowd settles down after Kelli’s entrance as the house lights dim. Through this darkness, the speakers hissed softly, then offered up something so ordinary, but so out of place that it set the FAWNatics abuzz with curiosity. It wasn’t a wailing guitar riff or pounding drumbeat that tolled through the cavernous space, it was the brassy, resonant CLANG-CLONG of church bells.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
TRISHA USHER:
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands. The new arrival is a statuesque brunette, perhaps 5’7 or 5’8 and she is dressed in a red one piece, the material looks like crushed velvet, the cut is high on the hips to allow max movement, the top leave much of the Double D cleavage exposed and held up by a pair of strong shoulder straps, off white pads and boots finish off the gear.
Impressive battle attire to be sure, but it was three other detail is the floor length robe with high collar, white fur trims all the edges. The robe hangs open and trails behind the woman. By now a good number of fans had formed a pretty good idea of who commanded the stage, but for those that didn’t, the Announcer filled in the details. “And introducing the Only Trophy Wife of FAWN, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is…TRISHA USHER!”
Offering no response to the boos this revelation brought down, Usher traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron until the official comes over and parts the ropes for her passing. Trisha moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Eyes sparkling, the Trophy Wife shrugged out of her robe and handed it to the referee. “That cost more than your salary,” pointing an accusing finger Usher adds, “take care of it.”
Trisha does not look pleased, stepping over towards the blonde in the opposite corner, “If you throw a drink on me, I will make sure you never wrestle again.” Usher turns to return her corner leaving her meaning vague.
There were many benefits to a year on the road with a wrestler more experienced than Kelli, but there were also drawbacks. The most obvious one is Trixie, as a rule, says whatever is on her mind. The quality has a tendency to rub off and Kelli had found herself struggling with it ever since. This time, however, Kelli won out over impulse so while her brain replied, "I wouldn't dream of it - I don't know what wine goes with high dollar hooker pretending she's a wife," her mouth instead replied, "Don't worry. I'm here to wrestle."
Usher offers a fake, annoyed smirk. "Of course you are."
The bell rings and the two women circle each other. Kelli is obviously being wary of Trisha, studying her. It feels to Kelli, though, that Usher has already discounted her. Perhaps this is an advantage. Usher has more power but Kelli at least has quickness and the benefit of knowing more about her opponent.
The two women lock up and instantly Trisha drives Kelli back to the ropes, holding her there for a five count. At release, Usher backhands Love - not particularly hard, just as she might sway a wayward dog. Love feels her temper welling up as Usher returns to the rings center. Again, Usher offers a lock up. Kelli hesitates, but goes in, locking up. But as Usher goes to push Kelli back, Love stomps a leg between Trisha's, twining it in an attempt to take her off balance and throw her down on her side.
Kelli’s move does catch Trisha, but it doesn’t take her down. Love does shove Usher into the ropes leaning in keeping her pressed against the cables. It’s all most like the change in her plans left Kelli unsure where to go next, the referee steps in ordering the break. He starts to count, Kelli comes up with an idea. She breaks the tie up and quickly gives Trisha’s cleavage and drumming, not hard shots, but rapid slaps as she plays Boob Bongo’s. Usher watches the blonde bound back to the center of the ring, as the gold digger looks shocked that someone would be so daring as to play her tits as such. The FAWNatics laughing as a group cheer Love.
Backstage Trixie looks at everyone saying, "... that's my fault."
Trisha adjusted her breasts, starting to fume. "You insignificant trollup! How dare you--" Usher breaks into a run for a clothesline but Kelli is prepared, catching the Trophy Bride in a drop toe hold. Usher crashes to the mat, swearing under her breath. Kelli, however, is already up and. grabbing Usher's left leg, twisting the ankle for all it's worth. It's an aggressive Kelli the fans don't remember but, frankly, are happy to see.
Usher digs her nails into canvas, ignoring the ref's questions about submission. Kelli knows she can't hold Usher there, not this early, so she releases the stem while raising an elbow, aiming a drop at Usher's back.
The veteran waits timing the rookie perfectly waiting for Kelli to commit before rolling away leaving her nothing by thinly padded boards to soften her impact. Love cries out as her elbow pad does little to help the pain, she cradles the arm as she gets to her feet to move away from the Gold Digger. Trisha rolls over again and climbs to her feet, gingerly testing the ankle before moving after the retreating blonde. Trisha catches up with a right hand to the tummy of Kelli, to her credit the busty blonde fires right back with a fist of her own to the brunette’s stomach.
The Trophy Wife comes back driving her thigh into Kelli’s navel and before the winded girl can react she’s scooped up. Trisha walks around with Love held against her bosom before finding a spot she likes and body slamming Kelli there. The bigger brunette cocks her arm looking to show Kelli how the elbow drops is suppose to work, except she’s aimed at the cleft of Love’s breasts.
Fans watching almost expect Kelli's sternum to give from the slam. Love takes it and immediately rolls on her side. clutching her chest. But turning her back to Usher is a rookie movie. Trisha boots Kelli onto her stomach and squats over her back. The Trophy Wife reaches under Love's chin and pulls her out back for a camel clutch.
The ref drops to the mat. "Do you give, Kelli?"
"Oh, she does," Trisha assures him. "For ten dollars she'll give you a handy, oral, and a few diseases.". Trisha leans back, bearing her full weight down as Kelli grunts a negative on submission. Finally, just as Kelli's spine looks ready to snap, Usher releases and Kelli snaps back to the mat. Trisha stands, her feet on the back of Kelli's knees. As she goes for Kelli's wrists, the blonde knows a surfboard is coming and attempts to pull herself to ropes.
Kelli remembers to keep her arms in tight and out in front of her crawling towards the ropes, but Trisha slaps her sides over and over until the blonde has to bring her arms down to protect her sides. Usher snatches the blonde’s arms as soon as she does, and pulls them up and rocks back. Love cries out in pain as her she’s lifted into the air and Trisha shows no strain holding her aloft. The ref asks Kelli is she wants to submit, but the blonde shakes her head, Trisha begins lowering and pushing Kelli back up again. It seems like the Trophy Wife could hold Kelli up all night, but the referee watching closely sees Usher’s shoulders are on the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
Trish dumps the girl to her side and untangles her legs, on her feet instead of going back after Kelli she goes to the ref demanding what he thinks he’s doing. The official stands his ground and suggests Trisha worry about Kelli.
Trisha looks where she dumped Kelli but just sees mat. She looks around and spies Kelli pulling herself up by the ropes. Annoyed, the socialite stomps towards her lesser ready to vent some frustration. CRACK! Trisha barely sees the super kick erupt across her jaw, but she certainly feels it - as well as the years of cheerleading and dance that powered it. Kelli feels it, too, considering the strain Trisha's been putting on her legs.
Trisha stumbles backwards, dropping to a knee and clouded from the kick. Kelli walks in front of her and unleashes another crack with a knife edge chop across the breasts. Another follows and brings a friend. The ocean of jiggle - Trisha's from the hits and Kelli's from the attack – will be played in slow motion by fans for weeks to come. Trisha pushes back, trying to stand. Kelli decides she doesn't agree with this and launches at Trisha for a lung blower.
LUNG BLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdnEXgNlbP4
Kelli leaps pulling her knees up under Trisha’s large boobs and grabs her by the shoulders pulling the bigger brunette down on top of the blonde’s knees. Usher’s tits bulge threatening to come out of the crushed velvet top, her body bouncing back up and flopping over on to the canvas. The gold digger gasps for air rocking on the mat as Kelli rubs her knees after using them as weapons on Trisha’s juggs.
The fans scream for more - specifically, more of Trisha's boobs. A chant begins demanding Kelli expose the prone Usher but Love decides to work the status seeker over. Love moves behind Trisha, raising the woman's head and. sliding her legs around the Trophy Wife's neck. Locking ankles, Kelli latches on a scissor hold made to decapitate.
Trisha jolts and flails, but the ref sees no choke. He also sees no submission.
Kelli finally releases Trisha's neck, fighting the urge to resort to underhanded tactics. She stands and then drops again, slamming her leg across Usher's throat in a guillotine leg drop. Not satisfied, Kelli stands, moves to Usher's side, and leaps in the air, flipping head over heels for an aerobic splash.
Kelli flips in the air, missing Trisha pull her knees up making for a horrible landing for the blonde. Love crashes tummy first on the brunette’s knee caps this time. Kelli flops off her eyes bulging as she hugs her stomach, she rolls on her back knees pulled up and feet kicking in pain. Trisha takes a moment to adjust her top and regain her breathe before climbing back to her feet. The Trophy Wife looks out at the dishearten fans as she moves over and reaches down for a handful of blonde hair to bring Kelli back to her feet without ever taking her eyes off the crowd.
The Country Club Countess brings Love to her feet and shoots her off towards the ropes in one motion. Trisha dips her shoulders catching the blonde in the stomach lifting her up on to the brunette’s shoulders. Usher hooks one arm around Kelli’s head, the other holding her legs as Trisha shows off her power again before she plants the pseudo porn star with a Samoan Drop.
Kelli comes down on her shoulder. She tries hard to get right back up, clutching the point of impact as she shuffles and readies, but Usher beats her to her feet and at the ready. No sooner is Kelli upright than Trisha flies into her with a discus forearm smash, sending the Barbie wrestler back to her back.
Trisha reaches down, grabbing Kelli behind her head, and yanks her up like ripping a band-aid off the mat. Kelli lurches up only to be folded down. The fans expect a powerbomb but Trisha opts not for quick pain but something more drawn out. Instead, Kelli finds herself hoisted over the larger woman's shoulder in a Canadian backbreaker. Stabs of pain rocket from the middle of her back and Trisha is only too happy to pull her neck down more, all but choking her. She feels the Trophy Wife's breast rubbing against the back of her head - that and the blood rushing to her skull are the main sensations.
Kelli struggles as she's paraded around the ring. Suddenly, Trisha stops. Kelli's eyes focus ahead. She feels Trisha lean in to start a sprint. Kelli begins to buck, trying to dislodge herself.
The moment Kelli starts to squirm Trisha shifts her hold from the blonde’s chin to a double handful of Love rack. The rookie like wrestler cries out in pain as her back and boobs are both in agony, before running towards the turnbuckles. A few feet from the pads Trisha pulls on Kelli’s ample juggs and shrugs with her shoulder flipping the girl over so she lands abs first on the top turnbuckle. Kelli hung out like the laundry, Trisha walks away as if she left the trash on the curb. The referee motions for Usher to stay back, the Trophy Wife looks annoyed and shoves past him and on her way back to Kelli.
The Blonde making a wounded animal noise as Usher pushes her up so she’s sitting on the top turnbuckle. Trisha climbs up putting a foot on the middle strands on either side of the post and wraps her arms around Kelli bearhugging the blonde. Trisha pulls Kelli in tight crushing her large tits into Kelli’s impressive pair mushrooming and bulging both sets. The Gold Digger squeezes as the referee counts her to get out of the corner, but the brunette plans to belly to belly suplex Kelli out of the corner anyways.
SLAM! Trisha hurls Kelli like she's tossing a ragdoll over her shoulder. Love dives like a wounded sparrow and crumples into a mess of bruises and quiet. Usher seems unfazed, but considering she had Kelli to absorb the hit, it's unsurprising. The Golddigger, almost looking bored, simply lifts Kelli's leg for the pin.
ONE!
TW-
Kelli bucks. Trisha sneers down quietly, saying nothing but not seeming surprised. Kelli begins to slither from under Trisha towards the ropes, looking for aid to pull herself up. Instead, she feels hands pull her back. She feels her head shoved once more against Usher's large breasts. As the arm slides around her throat, Kelli realizes she's about to be put in a sleeper. She reaches back, trying to grab the brunette's head or hair, hoping to yank it or pull her into a headbutt - anything to escape.
Sadly Kelli is wrong about the hold, and Trisha shoves her around pushing her head down. The FAWNatics recognize the move Usher is setting up as her signature move, the Debt Collector. Trisha hooks her leg over Love’s arm and pauses a moment to allow the blonde a moment before her head is driven into the thinly padded plywood.
DEBT COLLECTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWo7i33eg_w
Everything goes black fro Kelli. She doesn't even really know when the impact happened. She just knows, gradually, her eyes open and she's staring into lights, feeling thuds against the mat.
ONE...
TWO...
THR--
A shoulder shoots up. A worn, tired, and confused shoulder but still, Kelli manages to push past the pin. Usher sits up, clearly annoyed this match has to continue. It's obvious to her that Kelli needs incentive to want this match over. The Trophy Wife's perfectly manicured nails brush against the crotch of Kelli's panties, testing the thickness of the fabric. Thicker than she expected, but the point will get across. Her hard nails drive deep into Kelli's sexy, latching in. Kelli reflexively sits up to scream, and she's met by Trisha's other talon clawing into her neck muscles. Kelli shrieks as the referee counts. Trisha just stairs at Kelli's agonized face, releasing at five.
And then Trisha repeats the attack. Somehow, it feels like she's digging in deeper and Kelli can almost, through the blinding pain, imagine Usher's nails sinking under the skin in both areas. Again, she holds until five, this time letting Kelli curl into a ball upon release. The Nevada girl's hands go to sooth both areas as best they can. The reprieve is short lived. Kelli's hair pulls taut and she knows Trisha's planned her next assault. Love is now up on her knees, Trisha's legs are parted before her. Kelli's aching crotch tells her maybe this is the time not to fight fair. Mustering her strength, she hauls for an uppercut between the legs.
The brunette’s mouth opens in an oval of pain, but no sound escapes as Trisha’s womanhood explodes in agony. Kelli sinks back on her haunches kneeling in front of the Trophy Wife, Usher pushes her down further as she leans her hands on Love’s shoulders to keep from toppling over. The Blonde Novice has her own pains to worry about is slow to follow up on her turn of the tables, both women breathing heavy but frozen in pain.
Kelli looks up seeing Trisha’s huge tits hovering above her head, and figures since she broke the seal she might as well keep going. Balling up smallish fists Kelli pushes up sending an uppercut into Trisha’s left jugg and then the right, the brunette’s top barely contains the massive mams as they jostle inside their confinement. Kelli hears the crowd roaring at her comeback, and even turns to give them a sign she appreciates their support and she has this. CRAAACK! The open hand slap spins the blonde around sending her twirling into the ropes as Trisha slaps the taste out of Love’s mouth.
Usher rubs her under boob where Kelli scored her hits, the blonde leans against the ropes a red welt across her left cheek already forming. The referee can’t count them out since both are standing, but neither seems to be in a big hurry to restart the match.
Kelli pushes off the ropes on to unsteady feet, rubbing her jaw and glaring at the brunette. Trisha, massaging what's sure to be underboob bruises, returns the glare. Finally, the two women bolt at each other. Everyone braces for the larger Usher to bulldoze Love but, instead, the blonde is quicker and slams an arm across Usher's throat. The socialite spills backwards, slapping canvas but immediately springs back up again.
The second Trisha is on her feet, she catches the turning blonde, belting Kelli in the sternum. Love starts to fall back but Usher grabs her by the arm and slings her towards the ropes, readying a clothesline as Kelli launches for a Frankensteiner. Again, the blonde manages to connect first and send FAWNatics into a tizzy as she flips the ring vet to the mat. There's not even a count, though, as Usher bucks Love off, the blonde walks a circle taking a breather. Kelli returns looking down, infuriated, and hauls back.
The crack isn't as loud as Trisha's - Love just doesn't have the arm strength - but it gets fans to their feet and turns Usher's face. In fact, the Trophy Wife seems stunned, if only by the fact this rookie, whom she watched be utterly destroyed by her former partner, show backbone. It was actually a bit annoying. But Kelli decides not to waste the moment and instead scurries up the ringpost for a shooting star press.
The sting in her cheek did more to bring Trisha back to her senses than it hurt, the brunette watches as the pink clad blonde negotiates her way up to the top turnbuckle. Usher runs through her options and decides to wait for the Neofyte to commit herself to whatever she has planned.
Kelli reaches the top turnbuckle and raises her arms high and dips at the knees and launches herself into the Shooting Star Press. Trisha waits to see Love’s feet leave the turnbuckle and she rolls out of harms way. When the blonde’s head comes around she’s flat out to the canvas, and now she sees her landing pad is gone and she has nothing but thinly padded plywood to break her fall. Kelli hits flat, the sound of the air leaving her body can be heard even over the rattle of the ring. Love bounces up to her knees for a moment, one arm across her boobs the other holding her stomach.
Trisha slowly pushes up, the crowds groans of disappointment bring a small crooked smile to the brunette’s face. Class is over now, is what the Gold Digger thinks as she moves back across the ring to the balled up blonde. Reaching down Usher hooks her hands inside Kelli’s shoulder straps pulling her up to her feet. Trisha sets her opponent up in the traditional Suplex start position, but this is no normal suplex, it’s the Wall Street Backbreaker.
WALL STREET BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUxPVaQuJJM
Kelli's back slams off Trisha's knees and sprawls across the mat on her stomach. A dedicated swatch of FAWNatics attempt a rallying chant but most are convinced this is the start of the end. Love slowly pushes herself up to all fours and crawls towards the bottom rope. She feels Trisha grab her ankles and yank her back.
The brunette kicks Kelli over and pulls her up like an overstuffed ragdoll. She underhooks Kelli's right arm while wrapping her own arms around Love's head. Kelli struggles as Trisha pulls her into her cleavage for one of her finishers, the Stygian depths. Kelli pulls and pushes as much as she can, her face wet with oil and sweat from the Trophy wife's breasts. She attempts to headbutt into Trisha's sternum and, when that doesn't work, tries to wriggle free.
All she does is tire herself out more, and Kelli, frankly, is already exhausted.
For those watching, it's heartbreaking to watch the young blonde slow more and more until she's just hanging from her juggy prison.
The referee lifts her free arm once and it falls to Kelli's side.
He lifts it a second time and it falls.
He lifts a third time. The hand slaps uselessly down against the blonde’s hip.
The referee is quick to call for the bell, and the ring announcer makes it official, “YOU’RE WINNER…THE TRUE COUNTRY CLUB COUNTESS!...TRISHA USHER!”
Boos and jeers rain down from the crowd, though small amounts of cheers can be heard as Trisha doesn’t release Kelli and pushes the shoulder straps down her arms. Usher then reaches between their bodies unhooking Love’s top and letting the blonde’s more than ample bosom fall free. With a few jerking tugs the Gold Digger removes the pink top tossing it out of the ring.
Trisha holding dead weight now struggles to walk Kelli to the corner behind the blonde, stuffing Kelli into the turnbuckles. The brunette loops the unconscious girls arms over the top rope, and then lifts her legs feeding them over the middle strands. Usher takes a step back, using her left hand to hold Kelli in place by the shoulder Trisha fires punch after punch into the defenseless girl’s huge titties.
The only blessing is Kelli is already sunken into the inky darkness, as her boobs dance around her chest with each blow. The referee tries to intervene, but FAWN rules give the winner a wide berth of after match actions. Trisha finishes her rack attack with a forearm that bulges both breasts, the crowd split on the action, but most think Usher is taking things a bit far on a girl that just wrestled her best match.
The Gold Digger steps back leaving the blonde hung in the ropes, Kelli leans forward her tits swaying under her. Those that thought maybe Usher was done are shocked as the brunette shoves the referee out of her way and moves across the ring to the opposite corner. The Crowd erupts as someone comes bursting out of the back making a bee line to the ring.
The FAWNatics are unclear who the new comer is, she’s sporting blue hair and a blueish white one piece with a huge yellow Smiling emoticon on the front, blueish white pads and slightly bluer boots finish off the togs. Then the realization hits, it’s the Ex-Mrs Van Buren, Gretchen Vaughn has returned to FAWN!
GRETCHEN VAUGHN:
The commotion caused Trisha to turn and ready for the new comer, it’s not until Gretchen has slid under the bottom rope and popped to her feet that Trisha recognizes her old partner. Gretchen holds up her arms, “Trisha, let it go. You proved you can be her, what else do you need to do to her?”
Trisha looks at the woman she held the tag titles with, and had done much worse to others in the same FAWN right. For that matter Gretchen had done worse to Kelli. Trisha wipes some sweat from her brow, “What the hell are you doing her Gretchen? Why did you bother coming back?”
Gretchen shrugs, “I missed it, and other reasons.”
With the former Trophy Wife standing between the still Trophy Wife and battered blonde, the referee takes the time to lift Kelli from the ropes and ease her out to the ring attendants on the outside. Across the ring Trisha seems to relax, but then points at Vaughn saying, “This is the last time you interfere in my business Gretchen.”
Without another word Usher drops to the canvas, and rolls out of the ring heading to the back. Gretchen left in the ring alone smiles and the unbelievable happens, the FAWNatics cheer her, well most of them. Vaughn waves and yells, “I’m BACK! And better than ever!”
Kelli jogs in place, nervous.
It's been almost a year and a half since she was in the FAWN ring fighting. The two matches she had were decided losses, although the second fight against Ivy Armstrong at least showed hope. Enough hope for FAWN to make an investment in her. What Kelli didn't talk about to many was where she'd been since then. FAWN decided Kelli's problem was inexperience so she was sent on a training mission of sorts - a year on the road, wrestling in independents, with Trixie Decker as her guide.
And Kelli definitely had gotten experience, and now considered Trixie a friend. There was a guilt about Decker being taken from FAWN to babysit her, but the petite goth never seemed to complain. Kelli had been back for months now, with officials watching her train. She was, in their estimation, finally ready to go out there and show everyone.
Against Trisha User.
Gretchen's former partner.
Kelli still tensed at the memory of her first match in FAWN, where Gretchen Van Buren - Kelli wasn't sure if she'd reverted to Vaughn since the divorce - didn't just beat her but humiliated her and shredded her pride. Hindsight was 20/20 and Kelli could admit, to herself at least, that loss was mostly her own fault. She shouldn't have been facing someone of Gretchen's experience, true, but she came into it expecting a catfight like the ones she'd done before. But even that was no excuse. Kelli had taken apartment fights seriously. Gretchen she treated like a circus clown. Instead she was a lion, and she ate Kelli up.
A stage hand comes by Kelli. "Announcing in fifteen," the hand says and Kelli nods, trying to psyche herself up for the fight. She'd heard rumblings since that Gretchen was different. She didn't know what that meant, but she knew Trisha Usher wasn't. Trixie had taught Kelli the importance of learning about your opponents. She'd watched the tapes and learned Trisha was as vicious and savage as Gretchen could be. This was going to be a hard fight. It didn't help Kelli was smaller and still not nearly as experienced.
The spotlights outside the curtain kick on. Kelli feels her stomach ripple. Maybe she should have asked Trixie to be ringside after all. She wanted to seem as sure as her friend about the situation, but there was something nice about knowing you had one fan there to cheer you on.
The announcer picks up. "Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen, our next bout is a standard contest! First, hailing from Pahrump, Nevada... standing at five feet, five inches and one hundred twenty-eight pounds.... KELLI LOVE!"
"PERFECT" - MASON VS. PRINCESS SUPERSTAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZl165WDjDA
Kelli bolts through the curtain like she hadn't left. The fans offered a lot of good will to her, too - but it was never hard to find good will when you're a chesty blonde with big, blue eyes. Kelli trots ringside, slapping hands and greeting fans, her chest barely staying in her pink bra top. She hops onto the ring and ducks between the top and middle rope, letting everyone get a good look at her pink thong bottoms. The red bows on her bra and garters that hold her fishnets up just complete the image of a living Barbie doll in wrestling boots. And honestly, unlike her last time stepping in a FAWN ring to fight, she's completely comfortable with that. Her stomach begins to settle. For the first time in a while, she feels good about this.
The Pay-per-view crowd settles down after Kelli’s entrance as the house lights dim. Through this darkness, the speakers hissed softly, then offered up something so ordinary, but so out of place that it set the FAWNatics abuzz with curiosity. It wasn’t a wailing guitar riff or pounding drumbeat that tolled through the cavernous space, it was the brassy, resonant CLANG-CLONG of church bells.
Wedding bells, to be more precise.
The bells chimed half a dozen times before fading out and in their place rose a high, keening tone that folks took to be ringing in their ears before coming to realize it was a steadily held organ note. Eventually the organ faded out too and by then those with a knack for such things had recognized the tune as A.F.I.’s ‘Prelude 12-21’
KISS MY EYES AND LAY ME TO SLEEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrZkrEZ9C8Y
‘This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.
I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.’
TRISHA USHER:
The end of the first verse brought a single blue-white spotlight to the stage and where there had been nothing earlier, a solitary figure stands. The new arrival is a statuesque brunette, perhaps 5’7 or 5’8 and she is dressed in a red one piece, the material looks like crushed velvet, the cut is high on the hips to allow max movement, the top leave much of the Double D cleavage exposed and held up by a pair of strong shoulder straps, off white pads and boots finish off the gear.
Impressive battle attire to be sure, but it was three other detail is the floor length robe with high collar, white fur trims all the edges. The robe hangs open and trails behind the woman. By now a good number of fans had formed a pretty good idea of who commanded the stage, but for those that didn’t, the Announcer filled in the details. “And introducing the Only Trophy Wife of FAWN, she weighs in at one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, she is…TRISHA USHER!”
Offering no response to the boos this revelation brought down, Usher traverses the ramp without a word, then climbed the ring steps and waits on the apron until the official comes over and parts the ropes for her passing. Trisha moves to the center of the ring, her arrival in the squared circle brought the lights back with a muted ‘thoomp’.
Eyes sparkling, the Trophy Wife shrugged out of her robe and handed it to the referee. “That cost more than your salary,” pointing an accusing finger Usher adds, “take care of it.”
Trisha does not look pleased, stepping over towards the blonde in the opposite corner, “If you throw a drink on me, I will make sure you never wrestle again.” Usher turns to return her corner leaving her meaning vague.
There were many benefits to a year on the road with a wrestler more experienced than Kelli, but there were also drawbacks. The most obvious one is Trixie, as a rule, says whatever is on her mind. The quality has a tendency to rub off and Kelli had found herself struggling with it ever since. This time, however, Kelli won out over impulse so while her brain replied, "I wouldn't dream of it - I don't know what wine goes with high dollar hooker pretending she's a wife," her mouth instead replied, "Don't worry. I'm here to wrestle."
Usher offers a fake, annoyed smirk. "Of course you are."
The bell rings and the two women circle each other. Kelli is obviously being wary of Trisha, studying her. It feels to Kelli, though, that Usher has already discounted her. Perhaps this is an advantage. Usher has more power but Kelli at least has quickness and the benefit of knowing more about her opponent.
The two women lock up and instantly Trisha drives Kelli back to the ropes, holding her there for a five count. At release, Usher backhands Love - not particularly hard, just as she might sway a wayward dog. Love feels her temper welling up as Usher returns to the rings center. Again, Usher offers a lock up. Kelli hesitates, but goes in, locking up. But as Usher goes to push Kelli back, Love stomps a leg between Trisha's, twining it in an attempt to take her off balance and throw her down on her side.
Kelli’s move does catch Trisha, but it doesn’t take her down. Love does shove Usher into the ropes leaning in keeping her pressed against the cables. It’s all most like the change in her plans left Kelli unsure where to go next, the referee steps in ordering the break. He starts to count, Kelli comes up with an idea. She breaks the tie up and quickly gives Trisha’s cleavage and drumming, not hard shots, but rapid slaps as she plays Boob Bongo’s. Usher watches the blonde bound back to the center of the ring, as the gold digger looks shocked that someone would be so daring as to play her tits as such. The FAWNatics laughing as a group cheer Love.
Backstage Trixie looks at everyone saying, "... that's my fault."
Trisha adjusted her breasts, starting to fume. "You insignificant trollup! How dare you--" Usher breaks into a run for a clothesline but Kelli is prepared, catching the Trophy Bride in a drop toe hold. Usher crashes to the mat, swearing under her breath. Kelli, however, is already up and. grabbing Usher's left leg, twisting the ankle for all it's worth. It's an aggressive Kelli the fans don't remember but, frankly, are happy to see.
Usher digs her nails into canvas, ignoring the ref's questions about submission. Kelli knows she can't hold Usher there, not this early, so she releases the stem while raising an elbow, aiming a drop at Usher's back.
The veteran waits timing the rookie perfectly waiting for Kelli to commit before rolling away leaving her nothing by thinly padded boards to soften her impact. Love cries out as her elbow pad does little to help the pain, she cradles the arm as she gets to her feet to move away from the Gold Digger. Trisha rolls over again and climbs to her feet, gingerly testing the ankle before moving after the retreating blonde. Trisha catches up with a right hand to the tummy of Kelli, to her credit the busty blonde fires right back with a fist of her own to the brunette’s stomach.
The Trophy Wife comes back driving her thigh into Kelli’s navel and before the winded girl can react she’s scooped up. Trisha walks around with Love held against her bosom before finding a spot she likes and body slamming Kelli there. The bigger brunette cocks her arm looking to show Kelli how the elbow drops is suppose to work, except she’s aimed at the cleft of Love’s breasts.
Fans watching almost expect Kelli's sternum to give from the slam. Love takes it and immediately rolls on her side. clutching her chest. But turning her back to Usher is a rookie movie. Trisha boots Kelli onto her stomach and squats over her back. The Trophy Wife reaches under Love's chin and pulls her out back for a camel clutch.
The ref drops to the mat. "Do you give, Kelli?"
"Oh, she does," Trisha assures him. "For ten dollars she'll give you a handy, oral, and a few diseases.". Trisha leans back, bearing her full weight down as Kelli grunts a negative on submission. Finally, just as Kelli's spine looks ready to snap, Usher releases and Kelli snaps back to the mat. Trisha stands, her feet on the back of Kelli's knees. As she goes for Kelli's wrists, the blonde knows a surfboard is coming and attempts to pull herself to ropes.
Kelli remembers to keep her arms in tight and out in front of her crawling towards the ropes, but Trisha slaps her sides over and over until the blonde has to bring her arms down to protect her sides. Usher snatches the blonde’s arms as soon as she does, and pulls them up and rocks back. Love cries out in pain as her she’s lifted into the air and Trisha shows no strain holding her aloft. The ref asks Kelli is she wants to submit, but the blonde shakes her head, Trisha begins lowering and pushing Kelli back up again. It seems like the Trophy Wife could hold Kelli up all night, but the referee watching closely sees Usher’s shoulders are on the mat.
ONE…
TWO…
Trish dumps the girl to her side and untangles her legs, on her feet instead of going back after Kelli she goes to the ref demanding what he thinks he’s doing. The official stands his ground and suggests Trisha worry about Kelli.
Trisha looks where she dumped Kelli but just sees mat. She looks around and spies Kelli pulling herself up by the ropes. Annoyed, the socialite stomps towards her lesser ready to vent some frustration. CRACK! Trisha barely sees the super kick erupt across her jaw, but she certainly feels it - as well as the years of cheerleading and dance that powered it. Kelli feels it, too, considering the strain Trisha's been putting on her legs.
Trisha stumbles backwards, dropping to a knee and clouded from the kick. Kelli walks in front of her and unleashes another crack with a knife edge chop across the breasts. Another follows and brings a friend. The ocean of jiggle - Trisha's from the hits and Kelli's from the attack – will be played in slow motion by fans for weeks to come. Trisha pushes back, trying to stand. Kelli decides she doesn't agree with this and launches at Trisha for a lung blower.
LUNG BLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EdnEXgNlbP4
Kelli leaps pulling her knees up under Trisha’s large boobs and grabs her by the shoulders pulling the bigger brunette down on top of the blonde’s knees. Usher’s tits bulge threatening to come out of the crushed velvet top, her body bouncing back up and flopping over on to the canvas. The gold digger gasps for air rocking on the mat as Kelli rubs her knees after using them as weapons on Trisha’s juggs.
The fans scream for more - specifically, more of Trisha's boobs. A chant begins demanding Kelli expose the prone Usher but Love decides to work the status seeker over. Love moves behind Trisha, raising the woman's head and. sliding her legs around the Trophy Wife's neck. Locking ankles, Kelli latches on a scissor hold made to decapitate.
Trisha jolts and flails, but the ref sees no choke. He also sees no submission.
Kelli finally releases Trisha's neck, fighting the urge to resort to underhanded tactics. She stands and then drops again, slamming her leg across Usher's throat in a guillotine leg drop. Not satisfied, Kelli stands, moves to Usher's side, and leaps in the air, flipping head over heels for an aerobic splash.
Kelli flips in the air, missing Trisha pull her knees up making for a horrible landing for the blonde. Love crashes tummy first on the brunette’s knee caps this time. Kelli flops off her eyes bulging as she hugs her stomach, she rolls on her back knees pulled up and feet kicking in pain. Trisha takes a moment to adjust her top and regain her breathe before climbing back to her feet. The Trophy Wife looks out at the dishearten fans as she moves over and reaches down for a handful of blonde hair to bring Kelli back to her feet without ever taking her eyes off the crowd.
The Country Club Countess brings Love to her feet and shoots her off towards the ropes in one motion. Trisha dips her shoulders catching the blonde in the stomach lifting her up on to the brunette’s shoulders. Usher hooks one arm around Kelli’s head, the other holding her legs as Trisha shows off her power again before she plants the pseudo porn star with a Samoan Drop.
Kelli comes down on her shoulder. She tries hard to get right back up, clutching the point of impact as she shuffles and readies, but Usher beats her to her feet and at the ready. No sooner is Kelli upright than Trisha flies into her with a discus forearm smash, sending the Barbie wrestler back to her back.
Trisha reaches down, grabbing Kelli behind her head, and yanks her up like ripping a band-aid off the mat. Kelli lurches up only to be folded down. The fans expect a powerbomb but Trisha opts not for quick pain but something more drawn out. Instead, Kelli finds herself hoisted over the larger woman's shoulder in a Canadian backbreaker. Stabs of pain rocket from the middle of her back and Trisha is only too happy to pull her neck down more, all but choking her. She feels the Trophy Wife's breast rubbing against the back of her head - that and the blood rushing to her skull are the main sensations.
Kelli struggles as she's paraded around the ring. Suddenly, Trisha stops. Kelli's eyes focus ahead. She feels Trisha lean in to start a sprint. Kelli begins to buck, trying to dislodge herself.
The moment Kelli starts to squirm Trisha shifts her hold from the blonde’s chin to a double handful of Love rack. The rookie like wrestler cries out in pain as her back and boobs are both in agony, before running towards the turnbuckles. A few feet from the pads Trisha pulls on Kelli’s ample juggs and shrugs with her shoulder flipping the girl over so she lands abs first on the top turnbuckle. Kelli hung out like the laundry, Trisha walks away as if she left the trash on the curb. The referee motions for Usher to stay back, the Trophy Wife looks annoyed and shoves past him and on her way back to Kelli.
The Blonde making a wounded animal noise as Usher pushes her up so she’s sitting on the top turnbuckle. Trisha climbs up putting a foot on the middle strands on either side of the post and wraps her arms around Kelli bearhugging the blonde. Trisha pulls Kelli in tight crushing her large tits into Kelli’s impressive pair mushrooming and bulging both sets. The Gold Digger squeezes as the referee counts her to get out of the corner, but the brunette plans to belly to belly suplex Kelli out of the corner anyways.
SLAM! Trisha hurls Kelli like she's tossing a ragdoll over her shoulder. Love dives like a wounded sparrow and crumples into a mess of bruises and quiet. Usher seems unfazed, but considering she had Kelli to absorb the hit, it's unsurprising. The Golddigger, almost looking bored, simply lifts Kelli's leg for the pin.
ONE!
TW-
Kelli bucks. Trisha sneers down quietly, saying nothing but not seeming surprised. Kelli begins to slither from under Trisha towards the ropes, looking for aid to pull herself up. Instead, she feels hands pull her back. She feels her head shoved once more against Usher's large breasts. As the arm slides around her throat, Kelli realizes she's about to be put in a sleeper. She reaches back, trying to grab the brunette's head or hair, hoping to yank it or pull her into a headbutt - anything to escape.
Sadly Kelli is wrong about the hold, and Trisha shoves her around pushing her head down. The FAWNatics recognize the move Usher is setting up as her signature move, the Debt Collector. Trisha hooks her leg over Love’s arm and pauses a moment to allow the blonde a moment before her head is driven into the thinly padded plywood.
DEBT COLLECTOR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWo7i33eg_w
Everything goes black fro Kelli. She doesn't even really know when the impact happened. She just knows, gradually, her eyes open and she's staring into lights, feeling thuds against the mat.
ONE...
TWO...
THR--
A shoulder shoots up. A worn, tired, and confused shoulder but still, Kelli manages to push past the pin. Usher sits up, clearly annoyed this match has to continue. It's obvious to her that Kelli needs incentive to want this match over. The Trophy Wife's perfectly manicured nails brush against the crotch of Kelli's panties, testing the thickness of the fabric. Thicker than she expected, but the point will get across. Her hard nails drive deep into Kelli's sexy, latching in. Kelli reflexively sits up to scream, and she's met by Trisha's other talon clawing into her neck muscles. Kelli shrieks as the referee counts. Trisha just stairs at Kelli's agonized face, releasing at five.
And then Trisha repeats the attack. Somehow, it feels like she's digging in deeper and Kelli can almost, through the blinding pain, imagine Usher's nails sinking under the skin in both areas. Again, she holds until five, this time letting Kelli curl into a ball upon release. The Nevada girl's hands go to sooth both areas as best they can. The reprieve is short lived. Kelli's hair pulls taut and she knows Trisha's planned her next assault. Love is now up on her knees, Trisha's legs are parted before her. Kelli's aching crotch tells her maybe this is the time not to fight fair. Mustering her strength, she hauls for an uppercut between the legs.
The brunette’s mouth opens in an oval of pain, but no sound escapes as Trisha’s womanhood explodes in agony. Kelli sinks back on her haunches kneeling in front of the Trophy Wife, Usher pushes her down further as she leans her hands on Love’s shoulders to keep from toppling over. The Blonde Novice has her own pains to worry about is slow to follow up on her turn of the tables, both women breathing heavy but frozen in pain.
Kelli looks up seeing Trisha’s huge tits hovering above her head, and figures since she broke the seal she might as well keep going. Balling up smallish fists Kelli pushes up sending an uppercut into Trisha’s left jugg and then the right, the brunette’s top barely contains the massive mams as they jostle inside their confinement. Kelli hears the crowd roaring at her comeback, and even turns to give them a sign she appreciates their support and she has this. CRAAACK! The open hand slap spins the blonde around sending her twirling into the ropes as Trisha slaps the taste out of Love’s mouth.
Usher rubs her under boob where Kelli scored her hits, the blonde leans against the ropes a red welt across her left cheek already forming. The referee can’t count them out since both are standing, but neither seems to be in a big hurry to restart the match.
Kelli pushes off the ropes on to unsteady feet, rubbing her jaw and glaring at the brunette. Trisha, massaging what's sure to be underboob bruises, returns the glare. Finally, the two women bolt at each other. Everyone braces for the larger Usher to bulldoze Love but, instead, the blonde is quicker and slams an arm across Usher's throat. The socialite spills backwards, slapping canvas but immediately springs back up again.
The second Trisha is on her feet, she catches the turning blonde, belting Kelli in the sternum. Love starts to fall back but Usher grabs her by the arm and slings her towards the ropes, readying a clothesline as Kelli launches for a Frankensteiner. Again, the blonde manages to connect first and send FAWNatics into a tizzy as she flips the ring vet to the mat. There's not even a count, though, as Usher bucks Love off, the blonde walks a circle taking a breather. Kelli returns looking down, infuriated, and hauls back.
The crack isn't as loud as Trisha's - Love just doesn't have the arm strength - but it gets fans to their feet and turns Usher's face. In fact, the Trophy Wife seems stunned, if only by the fact this rookie, whom she watched be utterly destroyed by her former partner, show backbone. It was actually a bit annoying. But Kelli decides not to waste the moment and instead scurries up the ringpost for a shooting star press.
The sting in her cheek did more to bring Trisha back to her senses than it hurt, the brunette watches as the pink clad blonde negotiates her way up to the top turnbuckle. Usher runs through her options and decides to wait for the Neofyte to commit herself to whatever she has planned.
Kelli reaches the top turnbuckle and raises her arms high and dips at the knees and launches herself into the Shooting Star Press. Trisha waits to see Love’s feet leave the turnbuckle and she rolls out of harms way. When the blonde’s head comes around she’s flat out to the canvas, and now she sees her landing pad is gone and she has nothing but thinly padded plywood to break her fall. Kelli hits flat, the sound of the air leaving her body can be heard even over the rattle of the ring. Love bounces up to her knees for a moment, one arm across her boobs the other holding her stomach.
Trisha slowly pushes up, the crowds groans of disappointment bring a small crooked smile to the brunette’s face. Class is over now, is what the Gold Digger thinks as she moves back across the ring to the balled up blonde. Reaching down Usher hooks her hands inside Kelli’s shoulder straps pulling her up to her feet. Trisha sets her opponent up in the traditional Suplex start position, but this is no normal suplex, it’s the Wall Street Backbreaker.
WALL STREET BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUxPVaQuJJM
Kelli's back slams off Trisha's knees and sprawls across the mat on her stomach. A dedicated swatch of FAWNatics attempt a rallying chant but most are convinced this is the start of the end. Love slowly pushes herself up to all fours and crawls towards the bottom rope. She feels Trisha grab her ankles and yank her back.
The brunette kicks Kelli over and pulls her up like an overstuffed ragdoll. She underhooks Kelli's right arm while wrapping her own arms around Love's head. Kelli struggles as Trisha pulls her into her cleavage for one of her finishers, the Stygian depths. Kelli pulls and pushes as much as she can, her face wet with oil and sweat from the Trophy wife's breasts. She attempts to headbutt into Trisha's sternum and, when that doesn't work, tries to wriggle free.
All she does is tire herself out more, and Kelli, frankly, is already exhausted.
For those watching, it's heartbreaking to watch the young blonde slow more and more until she's just hanging from her juggy prison.
The referee lifts her free arm once and it falls to Kelli's side.
He lifts it a second time and it falls.
He lifts a third time. The hand slaps uselessly down against the blonde’s hip.
The referee is quick to call for the bell, and the ring announcer makes it official, “YOU’RE WINNER…THE TRUE COUNTRY CLUB COUNTESS!...TRISHA USHER!”
Boos and jeers rain down from the crowd, though small amounts of cheers can be heard as Trisha doesn’t release Kelli and pushes the shoulder straps down her arms. Usher then reaches between their bodies unhooking Love’s top and letting the blonde’s more than ample bosom fall free. With a few jerking tugs the Gold Digger removes the pink top tossing it out of the ring.
Trisha holding dead weight now struggles to walk Kelli to the corner behind the blonde, stuffing Kelli into the turnbuckles. The brunette loops the unconscious girls arms over the top rope, and then lifts her legs feeding them over the middle strands. Usher takes a step back, using her left hand to hold Kelli in place by the shoulder Trisha fires punch after punch into the defenseless girl’s huge titties.
The only blessing is Kelli is already sunken into the inky darkness, as her boobs dance around her chest with each blow. The referee tries to intervene, but FAWN rules give the winner a wide berth of after match actions. Trisha finishes her rack attack with a forearm that bulges both breasts, the crowd split on the action, but most think Usher is taking things a bit far on a girl that just wrestled her best match.
The Gold Digger steps back leaving the blonde hung in the ropes, Kelli leans forward her tits swaying under her. Those that thought maybe Usher was done are shocked as the brunette shoves the referee out of her way and moves across the ring to the opposite corner. The Crowd erupts as someone comes bursting out of the back making a bee line to the ring.
The FAWNatics are unclear who the new comer is, she’s sporting blue hair and a blueish white one piece with a huge yellow Smiling emoticon on the front, blueish white pads and slightly bluer boots finish off the togs. Then the realization hits, it’s the Ex-Mrs Van Buren, Gretchen Vaughn has returned to FAWN!
GRETCHEN VAUGHN:
The commotion caused Trisha to turn and ready for the new comer, it’s not until Gretchen has slid under the bottom rope and popped to her feet that Trisha recognizes her old partner. Gretchen holds up her arms, “Trisha, let it go. You proved you can be her, what else do you need to do to her?”
Trisha looks at the woman she held the tag titles with, and had done much worse to others in the same FAWN right. For that matter Gretchen had done worse to Kelli. Trisha wipes some sweat from her brow, “What the hell are you doing her Gretchen? Why did you bother coming back?”
Gretchen shrugs, “I missed it, and other reasons.”
With the former Trophy Wife standing between the still Trophy Wife and battered blonde, the referee takes the time to lift Kelli from the ropes and ease her out to the ring attendants on the outside. Across the ring Trisha seems to relax, but then points at Vaughn saying, “This is the last time you interfere in my business Gretchen.”
Without another word Usher drops to the canvas, and rolls out of the ring heading to the back. Gretchen left in the ring alone smiles and the unbelievable happens, the FAWNatics cheer her, well most of them. Vaughn waves and yells, “I’m BACK! And better than ever!”