Post by alyadmirer on Feb 16, 2016 3:43:24 GMT
The FAWNatics let loose with more thunderous cheers as the interns shoot t-shirts out into the crowd with an air gun, but the excitement of the Pay Per View mini break is interrupted by the unmistakable sounds of Megadeth’s ‘Crush Em’
”CRUSH 'EM”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkJEvpwDBXY
Shortly thereafter a fireplug blonde pushed through the curtain and as smoke bellows out around her and pyro goes off at random spots on the stage the crowd recognized this woman as a member of the Dangerous Dunbar Dynasty. Dana’s scowl might as well have been chiseled onto her face, the blonde sneers at the FAWNatics and glares at the fan holding a sign “TRIXIE IS FOR EVERYONE”. Dana is clad in a silver-gray halter top with black booty shorts, black wrist tape and black knee pads that had leg sleeves running down to black boots.
She was partway down the ramp when the Announcer started his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, She hails from San Diego, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. This is DANA DUNBAR!”
DANA DUNBAR:
Dana didn’t reach for any of the hands extended her way, she even weaved her way to the squared circle so as to avoid letting any of Orlando’s lumpy freaks from touching her. Unlike Donna, the younger Dunbar was quiet as she headed to the steps and climbed onto the ring apron. Dana sneered at the crowd for a moment before slipping into the ring. Soon as she was in, Dunbar charged across the ring, hit the far ropes and bounded back. Dana completes two circuits, then stopped dead center and raised her fists to the rafters. Her music still playing as she points over to the young girl in the ring with her and mouths, “CRUSH EM”
Finally cracking a smile as the boos rained down, Dana backed into a corner and let the ref check her pads she had nothing to hide. The youngest Dunbar hasn’t had the best record on Pay per views, but she’s always entertaining and her tactics usually lead to very FAWNcentric matches. Her opponent tonight also has that reputation, so those fans of FAWN’s more unique matches are excited for this one. Dana cups her breast giving them and adjustment in her top before her opponent arrives.
TRIXIE "JINK" DECKER:
KELLI LOVE:
Behind the curtain of the arena's entrance, Trixie stretches and preps for the match before her. Her friend, Kelli Love, peers through the curtain.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go ringside with you?" Kelli whimpers. "She's a Dunbar. Do you know what they do?"
"Cheat, lowblow, smother, strip, and humiliate," Trixie replies calmly as she stretches out her calves. "Same as over half the women in FAWN."
"Yeah, but who's to say you'll just end up fighting one of them?" Kelli says as she tries to look out the entrance without being seen. "They're a family. They do evil together."
Trixie shrugs. "Risk I'm going to have to take. This is part of being in FAWN, Kelli. We accept that, if we lose, we may take more than a beating. 'Sides, it's not like I haven't had my fun on a few women here." Trixie bends backwards, popping her back. "But this is my match. The Dunbars aren't the type to end careers. It means they'd lose a possible toy to play with. Stay in the dressing room and watch there, okay?" The goth rights herself up. "Unless you see someone coming with a weapon - and Donna's or Desiree's boobs don't count - stay there."
Kelli turns and nods but her worry is obvious. As she passes Decker, the brunette grabs her by the wrist.
"And thanks for having me back," Trixie says with a smile. Kelli gives her a hug and whispers to break a leg before retreating to the locker rooms. Just then, the announcer comes to life.
"And her oppoent this evening, hailing from Flint, Michigan... at five feet, three inches and one hundred and thirteen pounds... TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!"
GET JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs
As her ring music bursts, the petite figure of Trixie shoves through the curtains. She blows kisses to the fans and generally hams it up for a fanbase that's been unsure really how to handle her. When she's faced hated wrestlers, yes, they've been on her side. But more than once the FAWNatics have merrily turned on her - when she faced (and disrespected) Bunny Cooper, when she beat Tulip Morrison - and, of course, there was Sunni Masters's first match that, despite Sunni winning, the fans acted like Trixie had kicked a puppy into a paper shredder.
And, honestly, Trixie was used to being hated. But this was different. As she struts past the fans, waiting for the usual barrage of hate, a fan waives her over. "It was really sweet of you to come to Sunni's side!" the fan says, thrusting a bouquet of dark red flowers into her hands. "They're allspice! They symbolize compassion!"
Trixie looks at the flowers and back to the attendee. "That's... sweet? Thank you." Noticing the "Trixie is For Everyone" sign, Decker gives that fan a quizical look.
"It's like the cereal," he says proudly. "Like, Trix are for kids, but you're for everyone!"
The brunette smiles. "And I, too, come in delicious flavors." She takes five more steps and a young woman calls to her.
"Thanks for being there for Selia! She's my favorite! You and your friends are so nice!" The young woman is on the verge of tears. Trixie only nods before continuing.
Maybe - just maybe - running to people's side all the time wasn't the smartest idea after all. And thus it continues all the way to the ring. By the time Trixie hits the ropes she's learned a contingency of FAWNatics have gone from seeing her as worthless to a mothering figure and, honestly, she doesn't know which is worse.
Trixie crawls between the ropes and stands in her corner. Across the way, Dana gives her a smug look while adjusting her, admittedly larger, breasts. Trixie calls over sweetly, "Hey, Dana! I'm a big fan of your work. I especially loved your 'get rolled into a ball and pinned' finisher against Sinclair. Very impressive. Didn't see that coming."
Dana's smugness melts into obvious annoyance as the referee pats Trixie down.
"Starting this crap already, huh?" he asks, exhausted.
"Starting this crap already," Trixie replies.
The blonde moves out of her corner, pointing her finger at the brunette, “Big talk from a bitch that got her boobs stomped by Bunny Cooper.”
Dana drops down in a ready crouch, her cleavage jiggling as her breasts hang away from her body. Dunbar hands on her knees waiting for Decker to come join her, the blonde twists her hips back and forth. The FAWNatics start cheering for Trixie, letting her know they are behind her, and she has their approval to beat down the San Diego native.
"True," Trixie replies. "I did. Know what the difference between Bunny and you is, though?" Trixie crouches, still smiling. "Better wrestler. And nicer boobs although I haven't had a chance to really handle yours to know for sure." Decker winks. "Yet."
The bell rings and both women rocket towards each other, slamming shoulders and locking up. The miniscule advantage of weight and height Trixie has is negligible and both women stay at a standstill. Finally, after pushing and pulling, Trixie manages to twist the blonde's right arm and dances behind her, holding Dana in a chicken wing. Decker slides her other arm under Dana's chin, synching it tight and cranking the Californian's neck for all it's worth.
Trixie pivots, aiming Dana to the ring post. "Toot toot!" she yells. "All Aboard the Bimbo Express!" With that, Trixie rushes the post, using Dana's body as a shield.
Dana tries putting on the breaks, she even manages a back kick that just glances off Trixie’s thigh, but not enough to stop the Bimbo Express. Decker drives Dunbar into the turnbuckles tits first causing the blonde to groan loudly. Pressing in against her opponent Trixie grinds her front into Dana’s back, but the referee soon orders, “Out of the corner girls.” Dana just shouts, “Get her off me!”
Trixie side-eyes the ref but steps back. Before he can push between them again, Decker spins Dana around, grabs around her head, and sends Dana over to and down onto her ass with a snapmare. Dunbar lands with a grunt, her legs splayed open.
"What did I say, Decker?!" the ref demands.
"Get out of the corner, and I did!" Trixie replies. The fans, for their part, love it - mostly because Dana is more hated than Trixie. The Flint native drives the point, and her boot, home across the back of Dana's skull. The blonde's face shoots forward and down, straight into her own cleavage. But the Jinx isn't happy enough with that. She races to the rope Dana's facing, bounds off it, and aims a baseball slide right between Dana's parted legs.
The FAWNatics cheer as Decker goes into her slide, but Dana bends forward catching the brunette by the ankles, the momentum pushes Dunbar backwards on the canvas, but Trixie’s boots never reach their target. Making the save Dana grins as she lefts Trixie’s legs and opens them before she can regain her balance. That’s when the youngest Dunbar puts her boot against the center of the black bikini bottoms of her enemy. Trixie hisses as her center is attacked, the crowd for the most part boo the change of momentum, Dana then gives Decker’s sweet meat a short stomp before tossing her legs aside and scrambles to her feet. Dunbar reaches down for Trixie’s right arm and pulls the brunette up looking to place her in an arm ringer, which always allows Dana to land a few kicks to the trapped opponent’s chest.
Decker takes the kicks as best she can. Her bigger concern is the arm wringer. Her gut response is to reach for a rope but Dana drags her away, swinging her to the middle of the ring. Another boot catches Trixie in the thigh. The goth winces, then decides it's time to reverse fortunes. To the amazement of the crowd, Trixie does a standing flip in order to reverse the hold. Dana, as soon as she sees Trixie's feet leave the mat, releases the arm. As soon as Trixie's feet touch canvas again, Dana sweeps them from under her.
Trixie spills to her side, landing on her right arm. Dana reaches down, yanking Trixie up by her raven hair, and goes the send her into (or better yet, through) with a hairmare.
The Beach Brawler snaps Decker over so fast she lands on her ass with legs extended out in front of her in a ‘V’. Dunbar snaps back to upright and sets her feet to deliver a hard side kick to the back of the lightweight Goth. Trixie’s head snaps back and her chest pushes out after the THUMPING kick, Dana drops down to her knees behind the brunette reaches over her shoulders and grabs the mesh top. Trixie coughs as her lungs try to restart, leaving her helpless to stop Dana from removing her garment. It gets worst for the Goth as Dunbar quickly twists the mesh top and wraps it around the brunette’s neck.
"Choking!" the ref bellows, but Dana ignores him, tightening the top around Trixie's throat. The official begins his count. "ONE! TWO! THR--"
"You're counting fast!" Dana protests as she uses her net noose to pull Trixie's crown between her tan, beach ready thighs and begins squeezing. Her kneecaps press hard into Decker's temples.
"THREE!," the ref bellows, ignoring Dana's complaint. "FOUR! FIVE RELEASE THE CHOKE!"
Dana releases the fabric but doesn't even make an attempt to remove the top from Trixie's neck. Instead, she begins to pound a closed fist right between Trixie's eyes, once again causing a count that Dana rides all the way to "Five". At that point, frustrated, the referee begins to remove the top from Trixie's throat and Dana stands up in a huff. As the official's bent over Deker, Dana remembers her parted legs and kicks Trixie right into her womanhood. The referee looks up and gives Dana yet another warning, the third in less than a minute.
Trixie hands cover her aching crotch as a shadow falls over her. Dana pulls Trixie's hair, yanking the goth up, and barks in her face. "Too many interruptions here! Let's take this somewhere private." Dana slings Trixie over her shoulder, stomach down, like a wayward sheep. Decker feels jabs of pain as Dana continues to mangle her between the thighs, her head clearing just enough to realize Dana is about to hurl her out of the ring and try to buck from the beach fighter's clutches.
The too short blonde can’t get Trixie over the top rope, so she just dumps her between the middle and top ropes. The referee yells, “Keep it in the ring Dana!” but the blonde is already following the tumbling Decker outside. The goth girl bounces off the ring apron before landing on the thinly padded concrete at ring side. Dunbar lands on her feet beside Trixie and hair hauls her up again. The referee tries again to get Dana to bring things back in the ring, but the blonde now has a full twenty seconds to do what she wants to the brunette.
For starters Dunbar pushes Trixie back against the ring apron and chops the brunette’s cleavage, the FAWNatics are a bit mixed, most boo Dana for the cheating, but the fans that enjoy such tactics are getting louder as Dunbar stretches the rules. After a trio of bust bustin chops the blonde grabs Decker by the wrist and whips her into the guardrails. Trixie cries out in pain as her spine hits the unforgiving steel. Dana rolls back into the ring and flips the referee the ‘Bird’ before rolling out with a new 20 seconds to play with Jinx.
Trixie has barely gotten back on her wobbly feet before Dana stomps up to her and backhands her so hard onlookers would think Decker hadn't earned enough on a street corner for Dunbar's liking. The slap spins Trixie 180 degrees, her stopping when she catches the guardrail with her hands and leaning over it. Dana reaches over, undoes Trixie's bra, yanks it off, and bearhugs Trixie from behind. Trixie grunts and gasps as Dana squeezes her boobs, churning and teasing them and holding Decker in place as fans in the front rows pull out their cameras for snapshots.
"Look at that," Dana laughs. "Your tiny tits are gonna be all in their spank banks!" She squeezes harder.
"They probably already are," Trixie replies, gritting her teeth from the bearhug. "If you want to give 'em something nice, my ass is the prime real estate."
Dana frowns. She'd hoped for a little bit of embarrassment, a struggle to cover up or something. Trixie's next words make it slightly worse.
"I love the nipple play," the goth wheezes. "Maybe you could use your tongue a little--?"
Dana doesn't let Trixie finish. The Californian moves from reverse bearhug to full nelson and yanks her milky toy from the guardrails. Trixie can only struggle to yank free as Dana preps a full nelson facebuster into the arena floor.
The crowd now boos as Dana takes away their view, Decker with her tough talk does scream out before she’s slammed tits and face first into the thinly padded concrete. The referee is reaching the end of is count again, Dunbar sits in the stunned woman’s back and huffs. Still she doesn’t want to loses this easy win, so pushing up off Trixie Dana hooks a hand on Decker’s waistband the other hand tangling in sweat matted hair. Lifting her opponent Dunbar tosses the goth girl under the bottom rope, and then follows her back into the ring. The blonde crawls over to Trixie and climbs on top of her, the busty blonde then lowers her sweaty cleavage on to Decker’s face and begins scrubbing her tits across Jinx’s face with her “Taste of Things to Come.”
Dana gently brushes the tops of her breasts across Trixie's face, slowly increasing the pressure, while the zebra checks for pin. "I guess losing to me would almost be a win for you," Dana taunts. "Closest you'd ever get to someone like--" Dana's words trail off into a shrill squeak of surprise as she realizes Trixie's hands have wandered into her top and begun caressing and pinching her nipples. She sits up, and so does Trixie, still woozy but seemingly reinvigorated by her facial wash.
"Straight girls always give mixed signals!" Trixie yells as she bellclaps Dana's ears. Dana snarls, pushing away, but Trixie manages to get up to her feet, although she still looks ready to fall over. Still, she closes the gap between herself and Dunbar, who's still seated on the mat, and yanks Dana's top up to her face, exposing the bountiful trademarks proving her Dunbar heritage. The fans get to their feet out of a mix of joy for the turnaround and needing a live look at Dana's juggs. Trixie, however, opts not to enjoy the view but preps a hard kick across Dana's heaving, tanned targets.
Slipping to side of the kneeling blonde’s Trixie lifts her leg and snaps it across Dunbar family legacy, Dana’s cry of pain is muffled. Half blinded by her own top Dana’s cradles her breasts with one arm, while trying to dislodge her top from her face with the other. No Dunbar has worried about being topless in a ring, she finally is able to toss the top aside just as Trixie slams the flat of her foot into the blonde’s juggs a second time. Dana falls backwards rolling to her back as she cups her wounded weapons.
Trixie raises and elbow and drops it it between Dana's fleshy globes. She almost seems more impressed by the jiggle she's made than the coughs of pain from Dunbar. "These are surprisingly nice," Trixie admits, grabbing handfuls and pulling. "I came into this match thinking Desiree had the best but--"
"IS YOUR FINISHING MOVE NEVER SHUTTING THE FUCK UP, YOU LONG-WINDED TWIT?!"
Trixie straightens up, but feigns insult. "Now you're just being rude." Trixie leans in, applying breast claws and twisting Dana's boobs like she's trying to crack a safe. She pulls Dana up by the chest while the blonde takes swipes, some connecting. Decker finally releases Dana only to boot her in the midsection. As Dunbar folds, Trixie hops on her back for a Leg Trap Sunset Flip Powerbomb.
LET TRAP SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_ise0_TJrA
Trixie sits atop Dana, the blondes breasts swaying under her before Decker shoots forward grabbing Dunbar around the waist flipping her over and slamming her into the thinly padded plywood. Jinx pulls Dana in tight against her and hooks her heels over the top of Dana’s arms as she hopes she can get the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Dana slams her tan thighs together crushing Trixie’s head between them, it breaks the brunette’s grip and Dunbar rolls backwards to avoid the loss. Dana on all fours scrambles for the nearest corner to regroup.
Dana pulls herself up the by the ropes as Decker runs at her - straight into a sudden elbow. Dana's hit catches Trixie right under the nose, stunning her and pushing her back. The daze vanishes as excruciating agony climbs up her body. She looks down and sees Dana's hand snaked into her bottoms, applying a crushing crotch claw. Trixie starts to grabs Dana's wrist but instead the blonde squeezes her hand, amplifying the pain. Decker is unable to stifle the cry of pain, her knees starting to give.
"You talk a fun game," Dana cooly says, walking Trixie to mid-ring by her sex. "I'm sure your bullshit really freaks some women out and is a lot to handle. But I'm a goddamn Dunbar." Dana crushes Trixie's womanhood with all her strength, soliciting a loud scream from Jinx. "Catfighting is what we do. Getting down and dirty is in our blood. And you, you little perky goth loser, have NOTHING on us."
Dana punctuates her sentence with a heart punch that knocks Trixie from her crotch claw, with no small amount of damage done. Trixie is too busy clutching her chest to even adjust her slipping bottoms. The referee sets in on scolding Dana about underhanded tactics but he's just background noise now. The San Diego fighter storms up to Trixie and sails a kick into the back of her right knee. Trixie stumbles down to both knees and Dana moves to stand in front of her, facing the Michigan girl.
"That's right, slut," Dana sneers. "On your knees before fighting royalty." Trixie, still trying to suck air in, flails as Dana stuffs her head into her legs for a standing headscissors, right into Dana's crotch. But as Trixie feels her bottoms pulled up in a wedgie, she frantically tries to pry Dana's legs apart before Dunbar unleashes her Wedgie Driver.
The simple black bikini bottoms are stretched over half way up Trixie’s back digging into her crevasses. The brunette’s feet begin to lose contact with the canvas and Dana falls back spiking the top of Jinx’s head into the mat. Dunbar shoves Decker aside, Trixie landing on her side in a heap.
Dana gets back to her feet and takes a lap around the brunette, both catching her breathe and adjusting her bottoms before she picks up the beating. Trixie turns to her tummy and tries pushing up on all fours, but Dunbar puts boot to bottom and shoves her back to the canvas. “You’re done SLUT!” is all Dana shouts before nudging a foot under Trixie and rolling her over on her back. The FAWNatics boo, and try to give support to the Goth girl, but Dana turns racing for the ropes. The cables sling shot the topless blonde back and Dunbar closes in fast ready to leap in the air and coming crashing down on the bikini meat.
Dana slams across Trixie's body powerful splash. Immediately she rolls Trixie up for a pin, yanking hard on Decker's bottoms. The ref, however, doesn't see this and drops for a count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR--
Dana looks up expectantly. The referee points and says, "Ropes." Sure enough, Trixie has managed to barely - just barely, place her fingertips onto the bottom rope. Dana pounds the mat, then drags Trixie further into the ring to roll her up for a pin, once more aided by trunks.
ONE...
TW-
"There's no way she's got the ropes this time!" Dana blurts.
"You're pulling her bottoms," the ref yells back. "It's not a valid pin."
Dana's cheeks flush pink - a person who didn't know her would think she was actually adorable when she's mad, like an infuriated cherub. First she pounds the mat - then pounds on Trixie's chest to vent rage. Dana stands, stomps the mat, and then bends again to rip Trixie's panties from her bottom, exposing her womanhood, her hair above trimmed into a tiny black heart. "THERE!" she hollers. She again goes for a pin but Trixie bucks before there's even a one count.
Dana yanks Trixie by her tresses while screaming in her face. "I'VE WON THIS! GIVE UP!" The rage begins to simmer. "Or are you like a reverse Miriam Gaiman? You NEED a beating to be happy?" She doesn't let Trixie offer a retort. Instead, Dana clamps a body scissor around Trixie's wasit. The goth moans as Dana rolls onto her side, never releasing her hair. Decker attempts to rip the talons from her black mane while Dana attempts to pull her face into a smother.
Trixie squirms trying to keep her face out of the sweaty cavernous cleavage brushing her face now. The body scissors makes it difficult to break free, Dana feels the brunette weakening as her breasts closing in on Decker’s face. The for some reason Dana cries out in pain, she pulls back away from Trixie trying to shove her away. Jinx found the only escape allowed her, fans, the ref and Dana all missed Decker slipping her hand down the front of Dana’s trunks and it’s now the Jinx digging into Dunbar’s sex.
The Goth girl works her way to her feet and brings Dana with her, the blonde has both hands on Trixie’s forearm, but she can’t pry the brunette’s claw away from her sweet spot. Stumbling as they move Decker forces Dana back towards the turnbuckles, the nude Jinx pushes in against the Beach Brawler pinning her tight in the corner. Finally she pulls her hand from Dana’s trunks, but that’s only to go to work on Dunbar’s assets. Trixie slaps, pulls and twists Dana’s tits for the whole five count from the referee. The section of FAWNatics that love catfighting are now roaring approval as this match as sunk to that level.
Trixie steps back to break the count as Dana leans in the corner arms over the top strand. “Oh Yeah, lets make this an even fight.” Trixie smirks before stepping back in and pulling Dana’s shorts to her ankles, the blonde’s sex on display and the nicely trimmed landing strip.
"Nice," Trixie purrs, sizing up the goods. She licks the fingers that abused Dana's womanhood. "Very nice." Trixie grabs hold of Dana's ankles and yanks her from the ropes, letting her slam on her ass in the corner. Taking hold of the ropes, Trixie pulls herself up. "Time for a rodeo!" The Jinx slams her crotch into Dana's face for a bronco buster, grinding as hard as she can while trying to wrap her feet around the ringpost.
"OUT OF THE CORNER!" the ref booms. "NOW!"
Trixie sighs but does as told, rubbing her womanhood down the bridge of Dana's nose before standing. Decker grabs a handful of blonde hair and pulls Dana along to the soundtrack of, "No hairpulling" from the official. Shoving Dunbar in front of her, Trixie wraps her arms around Dana's waist, moving to lift the beach brawler for an atomic drop.
The brunette lifts the slightly smaller Dana up and then steps forward dropping to one knee and bringing Dunbar’s undercarriage down on the posted leg. The Beach Brawler bounces off crying out in pain as her sex and spine explode in agony. Trixie falls backwards a sign of her own exhaustion, but she’s hurting and breathing hard, but Dana is curled up in a fetal ball rubbing her snatch.
Trixie lays back for a moment wondering what Kelli must be thinking watching in the back. Decker hears the referee count both of them down, so at two she’s rolls over and starts crawling over to the blonde. Jinx tells herself Dana started this, so she’s ok doing whatever now in this match. To that point Trixie decides she wants to play with those fun bags some more, pushing Dunbar to her back Jinx takes a seat on Dana’s stomach and clamps her claws on the fleshy mounds, squeezing, slapping them together, twisting and pulling. Dana screams in pain, but refuses to submit to the breast claw – Ever!
Trixie almost doesn't mind Dana refusing to give up. She's almost having too much fun and it almost - ALMOST - makes up for the beating Dana's dealt out. But she's getting tired. Dana's tired, too, but Trixie can't guarantee Dana won't get another wind. Trixie pulls Dana up to a sitting position and twines her legs around Dana's left thigh. Stretching behind Dunbar, she grabs Dana's right leg with her arm and stretches the blonde's legs out in a split, showing off all the store's goods. Trixie reaches up with her free arm, wrapping it under Dana's chin and stretching her torso back.
The referee leans in. "You give, Dana?"
"Fffffffff---" Dunbar fumes, "fffffffuck YOU!" She struggles as Trixie pulls the hold wider. "I will NOT submit to this tramp! NO!" Dana heaves. "This... THIS IS A TEMPORARY SET-BACK! I will destroy you in any catfig--" Dana gurgles and Trixie tightens the arm under her chin. Sadly for Decker, the referee rules that a choke.
"Break the hold, Trixie!"
Decker releases Dana's neck and, pulling on her legs once more so fans can get a glimpse of Dana's secret garden, she lets go of the legs. Dana snaps to a ball, moaning and rubbing her thighs. Trixie pulls Dana up, but the San Diego beauty snaps to life. She lands a solid nail rake across Trixie's face, leaving four red marks on her cheek. Trixie steps back, and Dana swings her fist. Trixie manages to duck it, and instead leaps at Dana to wrap around her body for Trixie's finisher, Jinxed!
JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjYRhjepPW4
The crowd nearly blows the roof off as Trixie locks Dana in her finisher, Dunbar cries out in frustration more than pain now. She’s trapped and knows it, the referee asks, “What do you say Dana? Want to give it up?”
“FAAUCK YOAAAH” is the blonde’s first answer, Trixie pulls on her arm while watching Dana’s left breast sway under her. Trixie squeezing her legs shouts, “Just give up already!”
Then the brunette shrieks as Dana manages to rake Jinx’s ass, and is clearly trying to get at Trixie’s womanhood. Dana drops to one knee and Trixie risks holding Dana’s arm with one hand so the other can reach down and grab that swaying, tempting tit. Dana drops to the ground and then begins tapping Trixie’s hip. The referee watching closely turns calling for the bell yelling, “That’s it! Ring the bell, it’s over!”
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner - TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!" The fans erupt at the words of the announcer. She waves to the fans, not really used to being on this side of cheering, then looks over towards Dana. The blonde has managed to push herself onto her back and is trying to catch her breath. Trixie pulls from the referee and approaches her. "Hey, cutie," Trixie practically sings. "You look like you've got some boo-boos that need kissing."
Dana draws her breath in. "Fucking fluke," she grunts. "I'm still a better wrestler and a hell of a better catfighter than you'll ever--" Dana trails off, exhausted.
Trixie slides her sweat-soaked body up Dana's and smiles. "Oh, another difference between you and Bunny? I actually felt bad for disrespecting her afterwards. I don't think I'll feel too bad about this." Trixie turns, facing Dana's feet, and lowers her undecarriage over Dana's mouth. She cracks her knuckles before her fingers start to wander down Dana's body. "Don't worry. You won't either. I'm pretty good at what I do." One hand immediately returns to the bruised breasts of Dana, the other dives deeper between her legs. Trixie begins working both areas with more care and gentleness than she's ever shown in the ring before. Her hands work in rhythm to her body, which slowly grinds down onto Dana.
Muffled cries of anger come from under Trixie’s backside as her hips grind on Dunbar’s trapped face, Dana’s hips moving now in time with Decker’s fingers as well. The FAWNatics that enjoy such action are cheering wildly. Dana’s body squirming as Trixie’s own body shivers from time to time. The referee leaves the ring allowing the after match action which is not his problem.
Trixie bites her lower lip as she continues to grind against Dana's facial features while playing with the loser. Her hands continue to churn their respective targets. Trixie begins to tighten her legs around Dana's head as her entire weight buries itself onto the blonde. Dunbar's squirming begins to slow, smothered under the goth, except for the occasional twitch and vibration when the hand between her thighs finds the right spot. To Dana, it seems like forever. To the fans and to Trixie, however, it's fleeting before Trixie finally gasps and shudders. A chill runs down her spine and she pauses.
Trixie considered continuing her handiwork on Dana but she's pretty sure her opponent, even if she were completely in control of her faculties, wouldn't allow Trixie the satisfaction of seeing anything besides hate. Slowly, Trixie rises to jello legs - although buckling for an entirely new reason. She looks down at Dana, her face wet and oily but still barely in the waking world, and smiles.
"It was fun," Decker says. "We should do it again sometime. But if you're not interested, no worries. Pass my number along to your sister or your super-hot cousin." She blows a kiss.
Dana replies with something gutteral but unintelligible.
As Trixie walks to the ropes to leave the ring - not even collecting her ring gear - a fan in the front row stands. Unlike the others, he's not cheering but instead looks disappointed. "I thought you were good now!" he yells.
"Good?" Trixie replies. "Sweetheart, I realize I'm tootin' my own horn but I don't think I've ever been better.
”CRUSH 'EM”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkJEvpwDBXY
Shortly thereafter a fireplug blonde pushed through the curtain and as smoke bellows out around her and pyro goes off at random spots on the stage the crowd recognized this woman as a member of the Dangerous Dunbar Dynasty. Dana’s scowl might as well have been chiseled onto her face, the blonde sneers at the FAWNatics and glares at the fan holding a sign “TRIXIE IS FOR EVERYONE”. Dana is clad in a silver-gray halter top with black booty shorts, black wrist tape and black knee pads that had leg sleeves running down to black boots.
She was partway down the ramp when the Announcer started his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, She hails from San Diego, California, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. This is DANA DUNBAR!”
DANA DUNBAR:
Dana didn’t reach for any of the hands extended her way, she even weaved her way to the squared circle so as to avoid letting any of Orlando’s lumpy freaks from touching her. Unlike Donna, the younger Dunbar was quiet as she headed to the steps and climbed onto the ring apron. Dana sneered at the crowd for a moment before slipping into the ring. Soon as she was in, Dunbar charged across the ring, hit the far ropes and bounded back. Dana completes two circuits, then stopped dead center and raised her fists to the rafters. Her music still playing as she points over to the young girl in the ring with her and mouths, “CRUSH EM”
Finally cracking a smile as the boos rained down, Dana backed into a corner and let the ref check her pads she had nothing to hide. The youngest Dunbar hasn’t had the best record on Pay per views, but she’s always entertaining and her tactics usually lead to very FAWNcentric matches. Her opponent tonight also has that reputation, so those fans of FAWN’s more unique matches are excited for this one. Dana cups her breast giving them and adjustment in her top before her opponent arrives.
TRIXIE "JINK" DECKER:
KELLI LOVE:
Behind the curtain of the arena's entrance, Trixie stretches and preps for the match before her. Her friend, Kelli Love, peers through the curtain.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go ringside with you?" Kelli whimpers. "She's a Dunbar. Do you know what they do?"
"Cheat, lowblow, smother, strip, and humiliate," Trixie replies calmly as she stretches out her calves. "Same as over half the women in FAWN."
"Yeah, but who's to say you'll just end up fighting one of them?" Kelli says as she tries to look out the entrance without being seen. "They're a family. They do evil together."
Trixie shrugs. "Risk I'm going to have to take. This is part of being in FAWN, Kelli. We accept that, if we lose, we may take more than a beating. 'Sides, it's not like I haven't had my fun on a few women here." Trixie bends backwards, popping her back. "But this is my match. The Dunbars aren't the type to end careers. It means they'd lose a possible toy to play with. Stay in the dressing room and watch there, okay?" The goth rights herself up. "Unless you see someone coming with a weapon - and Donna's or Desiree's boobs don't count - stay there."
Kelli turns and nods but her worry is obvious. As she passes Decker, the brunette grabs her by the wrist.
"And thanks for having me back," Trixie says with a smile. Kelli gives her a hug and whispers to break a leg before retreating to the locker rooms. Just then, the announcer comes to life.
"And her oppoent this evening, hailing from Flint, Michigan... at five feet, three inches and one hundred and thirteen pounds... TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!"
GET JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nlJuwO0GDs
As her ring music bursts, the petite figure of Trixie shoves through the curtains. She blows kisses to the fans and generally hams it up for a fanbase that's been unsure really how to handle her. When she's faced hated wrestlers, yes, they've been on her side. But more than once the FAWNatics have merrily turned on her - when she faced (and disrespected) Bunny Cooper, when she beat Tulip Morrison - and, of course, there was Sunni Masters's first match that, despite Sunni winning, the fans acted like Trixie had kicked a puppy into a paper shredder.
And, honestly, Trixie was used to being hated. But this was different. As she struts past the fans, waiting for the usual barrage of hate, a fan waives her over. "It was really sweet of you to come to Sunni's side!" the fan says, thrusting a bouquet of dark red flowers into her hands. "They're allspice! They symbolize compassion!"
Trixie looks at the flowers and back to the attendee. "That's... sweet? Thank you." Noticing the "Trixie is For Everyone" sign, Decker gives that fan a quizical look.
"It's like the cereal," he says proudly. "Like, Trix are for kids, but you're for everyone!"
The brunette smiles. "And I, too, come in delicious flavors." She takes five more steps and a young woman calls to her.
"Thanks for being there for Selia! She's my favorite! You and your friends are so nice!" The young woman is on the verge of tears. Trixie only nods before continuing.
Maybe - just maybe - running to people's side all the time wasn't the smartest idea after all. And thus it continues all the way to the ring. By the time Trixie hits the ropes she's learned a contingency of FAWNatics have gone from seeing her as worthless to a mothering figure and, honestly, she doesn't know which is worse.
Trixie crawls between the ropes and stands in her corner. Across the way, Dana gives her a smug look while adjusting her, admittedly larger, breasts. Trixie calls over sweetly, "Hey, Dana! I'm a big fan of your work. I especially loved your 'get rolled into a ball and pinned' finisher against Sinclair. Very impressive. Didn't see that coming."
Dana's smugness melts into obvious annoyance as the referee pats Trixie down.
"Starting this crap already, huh?" he asks, exhausted.
"Starting this crap already," Trixie replies.
The blonde moves out of her corner, pointing her finger at the brunette, “Big talk from a bitch that got her boobs stomped by Bunny Cooper.”
Dana drops down in a ready crouch, her cleavage jiggling as her breasts hang away from her body. Dunbar hands on her knees waiting for Decker to come join her, the blonde twists her hips back and forth. The FAWNatics start cheering for Trixie, letting her know they are behind her, and she has their approval to beat down the San Diego native.
"True," Trixie replies. "I did. Know what the difference between Bunny and you is, though?" Trixie crouches, still smiling. "Better wrestler. And nicer boobs although I haven't had a chance to really handle yours to know for sure." Decker winks. "Yet."
The bell rings and both women rocket towards each other, slamming shoulders and locking up. The miniscule advantage of weight and height Trixie has is negligible and both women stay at a standstill. Finally, after pushing and pulling, Trixie manages to twist the blonde's right arm and dances behind her, holding Dana in a chicken wing. Decker slides her other arm under Dana's chin, synching it tight and cranking the Californian's neck for all it's worth.
Trixie pivots, aiming Dana to the ring post. "Toot toot!" she yells. "All Aboard the Bimbo Express!" With that, Trixie rushes the post, using Dana's body as a shield.
Dana tries putting on the breaks, she even manages a back kick that just glances off Trixie’s thigh, but not enough to stop the Bimbo Express. Decker drives Dunbar into the turnbuckles tits first causing the blonde to groan loudly. Pressing in against her opponent Trixie grinds her front into Dana’s back, but the referee soon orders, “Out of the corner girls.” Dana just shouts, “Get her off me!”
Trixie side-eyes the ref but steps back. Before he can push between them again, Decker spins Dana around, grabs around her head, and sends Dana over to and down onto her ass with a snapmare. Dunbar lands with a grunt, her legs splayed open.
"What did I say, Decker?!" the ref demands.
"Get out of the corner, and I did!" Trixie replies. The fans, for their part, love it - mostly because Dana is more hated than Trixie. The Flint native drives the point, and her boot, home across the back of Dana's skull. The blonde's face shoots forward and down, straight into her own cleavage. But the Jinx isn't happy enough with that. She races to the rope Dana's facing, bounds off it, and aims a baseball slide right between Dana's parted legs.
The FAWNatics cheer as Decker goes into her slide, but Dana bends forward catching the brunette by the ankles, the momentum pushes Dunbar backwards on the canvas, but Trixie’s boots never reach their target. Making the save Dana grins as she lefts Trixie’s legs and opens them before she can regain her balance. That’s when the youngest Dunbar puts her boot against the center of the black bikini bottoms of her enemy. Trixie hisses as her center is attacked, the crowd for the most part boo the change of momentum, Dana then gives Decker’s sweet meat a short stomp before tossing her legs aside and scrambles to her feet. Dunbar reaches down for Trixie’s right arm and pulls the brunette up looking to place her in an arm ringer, which always allows Dana to land a few kicks to the trapped opponent’s chest.
Decker takes the kicks as best she can. Her bigger concern is the arm wringer. Her gut response is to reach for a rope but Dana drags her away, swinging her to the middle of the ring. Another boot catches Trixie in the thigh. The goth winces, then decides it's time to reverse fortunes. To the amazement of the crowd, Trixie does a standing flip in order to reverse the hold. Dana, as soon as she sees Trixie's feet leave the mat, releases the arm. As soon as Trixie's feet touch canvas again, Dana sweeps them from under her.
Trixie spills to her side, landing on her right arm. Dana reaches down, yanking Trixie up by her raven hair, and goes the send her into (or better yet, through) with a hairmare.
The Beach Brawler snaps Decker over so fast she lands on her ass with legs extended out in front of her in a ‘V’. Dunbar snaps back to upright and sets her feet to deliver a hard side kick to the back of the lightweight Goth. Trixie’s head snaps back and her chest pushes out after the THUMPING kick, Dana drops down to her knees behind the brunette reaches over her shoulders and grabs the mesh top. Trixie coughs as her lungs try to restart, leaving her helpless to stop Dana from removing her garment. It gets worst for the Goth as Dunbar quickly twists the mesh top and wraps it around the brunette’s neck.
"Choking!" the ref bellows, but Dana ignores him, tightening the top around Trixie's throat. The official begins his count. "ONE! TWO! THR--"
"You're counting fast!" Dana protests as she uses her net noose to pull Trixie's crown between her tan, beach ready thighs and begins squeezing. Her kneecaps press hard into Decker's temples.
"THREE!," the ref bellows, ignoring Dana's complaint. "FOUR! FIVE RELEASE THE CHOKE!"
Dana releases the fabric but doesn't even make an attempt to remove the top from Trixie's neck. Instead, she begins to pound a closed fist right between Trixie's eyes, once again causing a count that Dana rides all the way to "Five". At that point, frustrated, the referee begins to remove the top from Trixie's throat and Dana stands up in a huff. As the official's bent over Deker, Dana remembers her parted legs and kicks Trixie right into her womanhood. The referee looks up and gives Dana yet another warning, the third in less than a minute.
Trixie hands cover her aching crotch as a shadow falls over her. Dana pulls Trixie's hair, yanking the goth up, and barks in her face. "Too many interruptions here! Let's take this somewhere private." Dana slings Trixie over her shoulder, stomach down, like a wayward sheep. Decker feels jabs of pain as Dana continues to mangle her between the thighs, her head clearing just enough to realize Dana is about to hurl her out of the ring and try to buck from the beach fighter's clutches.
The too short blonde can’t get Trixie over the top rope, so she just dumps her between the middle and top ropes. The referee yells, “Keep it in the ring Dana!” but the blonde is already following the tumbling Decker outside. The goth girl bounces off the ring apron before landing on the thinly padded concrete at ring side. Dunbar lands on her feet beside Trixie and hair hauls her up again. The referee tries again to get Dana to bring things back in the ring, but the blonde now has a full twenty seconds to do what she wants to the brunette.
For starters Dunbar pushes Trixie back against the ring apron and chops the brunette’s cleavage, the FAWNatics are a bit mixed, most boo Dana for the cheating, but the fans that enjoy such tactics are getting louder as Dunbar stretches the rules. After a trio of bust bustin chops the blonde grabs Decker by the wrist and whips her into the guardrails. Trixie cries out in pain as her spine hits the unforgiving steel. Dana rolls back into the ring and flips the referee the ‘Bird’ before rolling out with a new 20 seconds to play with Jinx.
Trixie has barely gotten back on her wobbly feet before Dana stomps up to her and backhands her so hard onlookers would think Decker hadn't earned enough on a street corner for Dunbar's liking. The slap spins Trixie 180 degrees, her stopping when she catches the guardrail with her hands and leaning over it. Dana reaches over, undoes Trixie's bra, yanks it off, and bearhugs Trixie from behind. Trixie grunts and gasps as Dana squeezes her boobs, churning and teasing them and holding Decker in place as fans in the front rows pull out their cameras for snapshots.
"Look at that," Dana laughs. "Your tiny tits are gonna be all in their spank banks!" She squeezes harder.
"They probably already are," Trixie replies, gritting her teeth from the bearhug. "If you want to give 'em something nice, my ass is the prime real estate."
Dana frowns. She'd hoped for a little bit of embarrassment, a struggle to cover up or something. Trixie's next words make it slightly worse.
"I love the nipple play," the goth wheezes. "Maybe you could use your tongue a little--?"
Dana doesn't let Trixie finish. The Californian moves from reverse bearhug to full nelson and yanks her milky toy from the guardrails. Trixie can only struggle to yank free as Dana preps a full nelson facebuster into the arena floor.
The crowd now boos as Dana takes away their view, Decker with her tough talk does scream out before she’s slammed tits and face first into the thinly padded concrete. The referee is reaching the end of is count again, Dunbar sits in the stunned woman’s back and huffs. Still she doesn’t want to loses this easy win, so pushing up off Trixie Dana hooks a hand on Decker’s waistband the other hand tangling in sweat matted hair. Lifting her opponent Dunbar tosses the goth girl under the bottom rope, and then follows her back into the ring. The blonde crawls over to Trixie and climbs on top of her, the busty blonde then lowers her sweaty cleavage on to Decker’s face and begins scrubbing her tits across Jinx’s face with her “Taste of Things to Come.”
Dana gently brushes the tops of her breasts across Trixie's face, slowly increasing the pressure, while the zebra checks for pin. "I guess losing to me would almost be a win for you," Dana taunts. "Closest you'd ever get to someone like--" Dana's words trail off into a shrill squeak of surprise as she realizes Trixie's hands have wandered into her top and begun caressing and pinching her nipples. She sits up, and so does Trixie, still woozy but seemingly reinvigorated by her facial wash.
"Straight girls always give mixed signals!" Trixie yells as she bellclaps Dana's ears. Dana snarls, pushing away, but Trixie manages to get up to her feet, although she still looks ready to fall over. Still, she closes the gap between herself and Dunbar, who's still seated on the mat, and yanks Dana's top up to her face, exposing the bountiful trademarks proving her Dunbar heritage. The fans get to their feet out of a mix of joy for the turnaround and needing a live look at Dana's juggs. Trixie, however, opts not to enjoy the view but preps a hard kick across Dana's heaving, tanned targets.
Slipping to side of the kneeling blonde’s Trixie lifts her leg and snaps it across Dunbar family legacy, Dana’s cry of pain is muffled. Half blinded by her own top Dana’s cradles her breasts with one arm, while trying to dislodge her top from her face with the other. No Dunbar has worried about being topless in a ring, she finally is able to toss the top aside just as Trixie slams the flat of her foot into the blonde’s juggs a second time. Dana falls backwards rolling to her back as she cups her wounded weapons.
Trixie raises and elbow and drops it it between Dana's fleshy globes. She almost seems more impressed by the jiggle she's made than the coughs of pain from Dunbar. "These are surprisingly nice," Trixie admits, grabbing handfuls and pulling. "I came into this match thinking Desiree had the best but--"
"IS YOUR FINISHING MOVE NEVER SHUTTING THE FUCK UP, YOU LONG-WINDED TWIT?!"
Trixie straightens up, but feigns insult. "Now you're just being rude." Trixie leans in, applying breast claws and twisting Dana's boobs like she's trying to crack a safe. She pulls Dana up by the chest while the blonde takes swipes, some connecting. Decker finally releases Dana only to boot her in the midsection. As Dunbar folds, Trixie hops on her back for a Leg Trap Sunset Flip Powerbomb.
LET TRAP SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_ise0_TJrA
Trixie sits atop Dana, the blondes breasts swaying under her before Decker shoots forward grabbing Dunbar around the waist flipping her over and slamming her into the thinly padded plywood. Jinx pulls Dana in tight against her and hooks her heels over the top of Dana’s arms as she hopes she can get the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Dana slams her tan thighs together crushing Trixie’s head between them, it breaks the brunette’s grip and Dunbar rolls backwards to avoid the loss. Dana on all fours scrambles for the nearest corner to regroup.
Dana pulls herself up the by the ropes as Decker runs at her - straight into a sudden elbow. Dana's hit catches Trixie right under the nose, stunning her and pushing her back. The daze vanishes as excruciating agony climbs up her body. She looks down and sees Dana's hand snaked into her bottoms, applying a crushing crotch claw. Trixie starts to grabs Dana's wrist but instead the blonde squeezes her hand, amplifying the pain. Decker is unable to stifle the cry of pain, her knees starting to give.
"You talk a fun game," Dana cooly says, walking Trixie to mid-ring by her sex. "I'm sure your bullshit really freaks some women out and is a lot to handle. But I'm a goddamn Dunbar." Dana crushes Trixie's womanhood with all her strength, soliciting a loud scream from Jinx. "Catfighting is what we do. Getting down and dirty is in our blood. And you, you little perky goth loser, have NOTHING on us."
Dana punctuates her sentence with a heart punch that knocks Trixie from her crotch claw, with no small amount of damage done. Trixie is too busy clutching her chest to even adjust her slipping bottoms. The referee sets in on scolding Dana about underhanded tactics but he's just background noise now. The San Diego fighter storms up to Trixie and sails a kick into the back of her right knee. Trixie stumbles down to both knees and Dana moves to stand in front of her, facing the Michigan girl.
"That's right, slut," Dana sneers. "On your knees before fighting royalty." Trixie, still trying to suck air in, flails as Dana stuffs her head into her legs for a standing headscissors, right into Dana's crotch. But as Trixie feels her bottoms pulled up in a wedgie, she frantically tries to pry Dana's legs apart before Dunbar unleashes her Wedgie Driver.
The simple black bikini bottoms are stretched over half way up Trixie’s back digging into her crevasses. The brunette’s feet begin to lose contact with the canvas and Dana falls back spiking the top of Jinx’s head into the mat. Dunbar shoves Decker aside, Trixie landing on her side in a heap.
Dana gets back to her feet and takes a lap around the brunette, both catching her breathe and adjusting her bottoms before she picks up the beating. Trixie turns to her tummy and tries pushing up on all fours, but Dunbar puts boot to bottom and shoves her back to the canvas. “You’re done SLUT!” is all Dana shouts before nudging a foot under Trixie and rolling her over on her back. The FAWNatics boo, and try to give support to the Goth girl, but Dana turns racing for the ropes. The cables sling shot the topless blonde back and Dunbar closes in fast ready to leap in the air and coming crashing down on the bikini meat.
Dana slams across Trixie's body powerful splash. Immediately she rolls Trixie up for a pin, yanking hard on Decker's bottoms. The ref, however, doesn't see this and drops for a count.
ONE...
TWO...
THR--
Dana looks up expectantly. The referee points and says, "Ropes." Sure enough, Trixie has managed to barely - just barely, place her fingertips onto the bottom rope. Dana pounds the mat, then drags Trixie further into the ring to roll her up for a pin, once more aided by trunks.
ONE...
TW-
"There's no way she's got the ropes this time!" Dana blurts.
"You're pulling her bottoms," the ref yells back. "It's not a valid pin."
Dana's cheeks flush pink - a person who didn't know her would think she was actually adorable when she's mad, like an infuriated cherub. First she pounds the mat - then pounds on Trixie's chest to vent rage. Dana stands, stomps the mat, and then bends again to rip Trixie's panties from her bottom, exposing her womanhood, her hair above trimmed into a tiny black heart. "THERE!" she hollers. She again goes for a pin but Trixie bucks before there's even a one count.
Dana yanks Trixie by her tresses while screaming in her face. "I'VE WON THIS! GIVE UP!" The rage begins to simmer. "Or are you like a reverse Miriam Gaiman? You NEED a beating to be happy?" She doesn't let Trixie offer a retort. Instead, Dana clamps a body scissor around Trixie's wasit. The goth moans as Dana rolls onto her side, never releasing her hair. Decker attempts to rip the talons from her black mane while Dana attempts to pull her face into a smother.
Trixie squirms trying to keep her face out of the sweaty cavernous cleavage brushing her face now. The body scissors makes it difficult to break free, Dana feels the brunette weakening as her breasts closing in on Decker’s face. The for some reason Dana cries out in pain, she pulls back away from Trixie trying to shove her away. Jinx found the only escape allowed her, fans, the ref and Dana all missed Decker slipping her hand down the front of Dana’s trunks and it’s now the Jinx digging into Dunbar’s sex.
The Goth girl works her way to her feet and brings Dana with her, the blonde has both hands on Trixie’s forearm, but she can’t pry the brunette’s claw away from her sweet spot. Stumbling as they move Decker forces Dana back towards the turnbuckles, the nude Jinx pushes in against the Beach Brawler pinning her tight in the corner. Finally she pulls her hand from Dana’s trunks, but that’s only to go to work on Dunbar’s assets. Trixie slaps, pulls and twists Dana’s tits for the whole five count from the referee. The section of FAWNatics that love catfighting are now roaring approval as this match as sunk to that level.
Trixie steps back to break the count as Dana leans in the corner arms over the top strand. “Oh Yeah, lets make this an even fight.” Trixie smirks before stepping back in and pulling Dana’s shorts to her ankles, the blonde’s sex on display and the nicely trimmed landing strip.
"Nice," Trixie purrs, sizing up the goods. She licks the fingers that abused Dana's womanhood. "Very nice." Trixie grabs hold of Dana's ankles and yanks her from the ropes, letting her slam on her ass in the corner. Taking hold of the ropes, Trixie pulls herself up. "Time for a rodeo!" The Jinx slams her crotch into Dana's face for a bronco buster, grinding as hard as she can while trying to wrap her feet around the ringpost.
"OUT OF THE CORNER!" the ref booms. "NOW!"
Trixie sighs but does as told, rubbing her womanhood down the bridge of Dana's nose before standing. Decker grabs a handful of blonde hair and pulls Dana along to the soundtrack of, "No hairpulling" from the official. Shoving Dunbar in front of her, Trixie wraps her arms around Dana's waist, moving to lift the beach brawler for an atomic drop.
The brunette lifts the slightly smaller Dana up and then steps forward dropping to one knee and bringing Dunbar’s undercarriage down on the posted leg. The Beach Brawler bounces off crying out in pain as her sex and spine explode in agony. Trixie falls backwards a sign of her own exhaustion, but she’s hurting and breathing hard, but Dana is curled up in a fetal ball rubbing her snatch.
Trixie lays back for a moment wondering what Kelli must be thinking watching in the back. Decker hears the referee count both of them down, so at two she’s rolls over and starts crawling over to the blonde. Jinx tells herself Dana started this, so she’s ok doing whatever now in this match. To that point Trixie decides she wants to play with those fun bags some more, pushing Dunbar to her back Jinx takes a seat on Dana’s stomach and clamps her claws on the fleshy mounds, squeezing, slapping them together, twisting and pulling. Dana screams in pain, but refuses to submit to the breast claw – Ever!
Trixie almost doesn't mind Dana refusing to give up. She's almost having too much fun and it almost - ALMOST - makes up for the beating Dana's dealt out. But she's getting tired. Dana's tired, too, but Trixie can't guarantee Dana won't get another wind. Trixie pulls Dana up to a sitting position and twines her legs around Dana's left thigh. Stretching behind Dunbar, she grabs Dana's right leg with her arm and stretches the blonde's legs out in a split, showing off all the store's goods. Trixie reaches up with her free arm, wrapping it under Dana's chin and stretching her torso back.
The referee leans in. "You give, Dana?"
"Fffffffff---" Dunbar fumes, "fffffffuck YOU!" She struggles as Trixie pulls the hold wider. "I will NOT submit to this tramp! NO!" Dana heaves. "This... THIS IS A TEMPORARY SET-BACK! I will destroy you in any catfig--" Dana gurgles and Trixie tightens the arm under her chin. Sadly for Decker, the referee rules that a choke.
"Break the hold, Trixie!"
Decker releases Dana's neck and, pulling on her legs once more so fans can get a glimpse of Dana's secret garden, she lets go of the legs. Dana snaps to a ball, moaning and rubbing her thighs. Trixie pulls Dana up, but the San Diego beauty snaps to life. She lands a solid nail rake across Trixie's face, leaving four red marks on her cheek. Trixie steps back, and Dana swings her fist. Trixie manages to duck it, and instead leaps at Dana to wrap around her body for Trixie's finisher, Jinxed!
JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjYRhjepPW4
The crowd nearly blows the roof off as Trixie locks Dana in her finisher, Dunbar cries out in frustration more than pain now. She’s trapped and knows it, the referee asks, “What do you say Dana? Want to give it up?”
“FAAUCK YOAAAH” is the blonde’s first answer, Trixie pulls on her arm while watching Dana’s left breast sway under her. Trixie squeezing her legs shouts, “Just give up already!”
Then the brunette shrieks as Dana manages to rake Jinx’s ass, and is clearly trying to get at Trixie’s womanhood. Dana drops to one knee and Trixie risks holding Dana’s arm with one hand so the other can reach down and grab that swaying, tempting tit. Dana drops to the ground and then begins tapping Trixie’s hip. The referee watching closely turns calling for the bell yelling, “That’s it! Ring the bell, it’s over!”
"Ladies and gentlemen, your winner - TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!" The fans erupt at the words of the announcer. She waves to the fans, not really used to being on this side of cheering, then looks over towards Dana. The blonde has managed to push herself onto her back and is trying to catch her breath. Trixie pulls from the referee and approaches her. "Hey, cutie," Trixie practically sings. "You look like you've got some boo-boos that need kissing."
Dana draws her breath in. "Fucking fluke," she grunts. "I'm still a better wrestler and a hell of a better catfighter than you'll ever--" Dana trails off, exhausted.
Trixie slides her sweat-soaked body up Dana's and smiles. "Oh, another difference between you and Bunny? I actually felt bad for disrespecting her afterwards. I don't think I'll feel too bad about this." Trixie turns, facing Dana's feet, and lowers her undecarriage over Dana's mouth. She cracks her knuckles before her fingers start to wander down Dana's body. "Don't worry. You won't either. I'm pretty good at what I do." One hand immediately returns to the bruised breasts of Dana, the other dives deeper between her legs. Trixie begins working both areas with more care and gentleness than she's ever shown in the ring before. Her hands work in rhythm to her body, which slowly grinds down onto Dana.
Muffled cries of anger come from under Trixie’s backside as her hips grind on Dunbar’s trapped face, Dana’s hips moving now in time with Decker’s fingers as well. The FAWNatics that enjoy such action are cheering wildly. Dana’s body squirming as Trixie’s own body shivers from time to time. The referee leaves the ring allowing the after match action which is not his problem.
Trixie bites her lower lip as she continues to grind against Dana's facial features while playing with the loser. Her hands continue to churn their respective targets. Trixie begins to tighten her legs around Dana's head as her entire weight buries itself onto the blonde. Dunbar's squirming begins to slow, smothered under the goth, except for the occasional twitch and vibration when the hand between her thighs finds the right spot. To Dana, it seems like forever. To the fans and to Trixie, however, it's fleeting before Trixie finally gasps and shudders. A chill runs down her spine and she pauses.
Trixie considered continuing her handiwork on Dana but she's pretty sure her opponent, even if she were completely in control of her faculties, wouldn't allow Trixie the satisfaction of seeing anything besides hate. Slowly, Trixie rises to jello legs - although buckling for an entirely new reason. She looks down at Dana, her face wet and oily but still barely in the waking world, and smiles.
"It was fun," Decker says. "We should do it again sometime. But if you're not interested, no worries. Pass my number along to your sister or your super-hot cousin." She blows a kiss.
Dana replies with something gutteral but unintelligible.
As Trixie walks to the ropes to leave the ring - not even collecting her ring gear - a fan in the front row stands. Unlike the others, he's not cheering but instead looks disappointed. "I thought you were good now!" he yells.
"Good?" Trixie replies. "Sweetheart, I realize I'm tootin' my own horn but I don't think I've ever been better.