Post by alyadmirer on Apr 19, 2016 19:23:33 GMT
For at least the hundredth time Anna thought about asking Caity to allow her to step in. Only now they were past the point of her actually being able to do it, because the Announcer had already begun an intro, and it wasn't Sharpe's bio being broadcast to every corner of the arena. “...from Calabasas, California. She is five foot seven inches tall and weighs one hundred and twenty four pounds... she is the Best Coast Bombshell… CAITY MASON!”
CAITY MASON:
ANNA SHARPE:
Caity had been steered away from her original choice of music, although it hadn't been easy to pick something else. After turning down most of Katy Perry's back catalogue she eventually settled on some classic Britney, since there were certainly plenty in the crowd who wanted a piece of her, however much they might jeer and boo because somehow Orlando was the only place in the world still to get the message that the bad guys were cool now. 'My favorite color is whatever Caity's top is', she did see on one sign. Tonight that color was red, mismatched with navy bottoms.
Reaching the ring she hopped onto the apron and climbed straight through the ropes – the traditional hold and wiggle was for those women on the roster who deep down knew they were just 'wrestler hot', not straight up 'so perfect you must have been grown in a lab hot'. While the official checked her outfit she couldn't help but smile at Anna's growl of irritation. “I'd say that's enough now. If I was smuggling in a crowbar I think you'd spot it. Shit, this outfit's tight enough if I was smuggling a grain of rice I think you'd spot it.”
Inspection safely passed, she waited next to Anna for the arrival of her first ever opponent as a singles competitor.
Caity was in the midst of teasing some first row fans when the arena went dark. Knowing their heroine was close, those loyal to the Dragon raised lighters or phones in tribute. Their gifts were soon joined by flickering strobe lights and the staccato introduction of Street Sweeper Social Club’s ’Clap For The Killers’. Pocketing their phones to better clap along, Autumn’s fans let loose with a ’FEAR THE DRAGON!’ chant when Gaijin Extraordinaire appeared on stage.
From his place beside the Announcer proclaimed, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Dragon of Tokyo, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Calm and collected like only she could be, the Joshi Phenom wore a jett black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several blood red slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless crimson gloves that reached to just below her elbows. Shifting from Zen-like tranquility to a fury of kinetic energy in the blink of an eye, Sammain fired half a dozen lighting fast punches, then followed up with several more kicks, the last of which cut through the air like a particularly limber guillotine. Shredding the air with her war cry when the kata was over, Autumn started toward the ring and her first go-round with Anna Sharpe’s pet kitty.
Ignoring the hands and signs despite the near universal show of support, Autumn cleared the aisle, stormed up the steps and hopped over the top rope without saying so much as a word. It was only when she’d claimed the center of the squared circle that she balled her left hand into a fist and shot it high into the air. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of red and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “Don’t throw those away,” she said loudly enough for both Sharpe and Mason to hear, “they might be the only thing that can hold Caity together until the medics arrive.”
Cheers of delight from the crowd, who stayed hot for the Dragon even after she’d strode to her corner to offer up her knees, elbows and boots for final inspection from the official.
The bell sounded with Anna and Caity mid-conference. “You got this.” Sharpe told her friend. “Remember, a fake ninja is no different than a fake cheerleader. You got this.” She squeezed Mason’s shoulder in a final show of support, then dropped off the apron before the idiot official could give her any shyt.
Caity dipped her head in acknowledgement, turned her attention to the center of the ring and started forward to meet the so called Joshi Phenom. Autumn, having moved to center as soon as she was able, made no attempt to stop the other brunette’s advance, indeed she only set her feet a little when Mason chested in forcefully enough to rock her back on her heels.
‘Classic catfighter’ she thought as Caity got all up in her business.
“You think I’m intimidated?” the ingénue cooed. “Sweetness, I don’t care how bad these people think you are. To me you’re just like the snotty chicks in any Hot Yoga class. And I’ve smothered enough of them to know your screams will sound exactly the same.” She finished by putting both hands against Sammain’s shoulders and pushing off with a hard shove.
Autumn ceded a step or two, flashed a brief smile, then stepped right back into Mason’s personal space. Give Caity credit, she didn’t let Sammain keep the ground she’d regained without a fight. Nose to nose for the second time in less than a minute, Caity let her eyes and rack do the talking, the former openly hinting of what the latter would do to the skinny tramp before the bell sounded again. “I think you’ve got the wrong impression, Caity. I hope you’re not intimidated. Hell, I’m PRAYING you’re not intimidated. It’ll make my job a whole lot easier if I don’t have to chase your fake, sniveling ass all over this--”
Mason reached up with both hands, snatched massive amounts of Sammain’s hair and yanked her head from side to side like she meant to remove the other brunette’s head from her shoulders. “That’s it Caity, rip it out!” Anna shouted encouragement as her girl and the aggressive loser stamped around in a mean little circle. “Teach that bytch what it means to mess with--dammit!”
Autumn slipped her hands between Caity’s forearms and prized them apart to end the grip on her hair with minimal follicular loss. In the same instant she brought both hands in and down, the bottom edge ‘smecking’ against the base of Mason’s neck on either side. Caity cried out, reached up to swat at Sammain’s hands and found herself settling for grabbing her forearms because the Dragon had already laced her fingers across the nape of the catfighter’s neck. Jerking Mason’s head forward and down, Autumn closed the rest of the short span between them with a Kneelift that THWHUMPED into the other brunette’s belly. This was followed by a second, third and fourth, a half dozen all told, each striking the same spot, each thrusting Caity’s ass back a little farther than before.
Ending the barrage once she felt the tyro breathing heavy on her shoulder, Sammain took a couple steps back, twisted her hips and slung Caity into the ropes closest to Anna. Mason stayed vertical, but quickly threw an arm over the top rope to steady herself. “See what she did there, hooking the ropes with her arm?” Autumn’s question was directed to Anna, who met her gaze with undisguised disdain. “She bought herself a few seconds of respite before the official makes her come forward again. It’s one of those little rules of the ring that keeps the hopelessly outclassed from getting destroyed before the audience gets their money’s worth.”
Sharpe grabbed the middle rope, put a knee on the apron and would’ve gone after the bytch then and there if Caity hadn’t braced a hand against her tummy. “Not your fight, baby.” she murmured. “This one’s mine. I WANT that smirking face under my ass.”
Anna snarled, but dropped back to the floor without complaint. “Make her cry, Mason. Make her beg.”
Caity didn’t answer with words, instead she pushed off the ropes and went straight at her antagonist with a glittering claw swipe aimed directly at Sammain’s eyes. The Dragon dipped under the attempt and slipped around behind Mason but didn’t turn to take advantage of her exposed back. Her reasoning became clear when Caity whirled around and was immediately greeted with a Back Kick that THWHAPPED flush against her navel.
BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5FF-u-F1Xs
Mason grunted and hunched forward and now Autumn reached over her right shoulder with both hands to take control of the Californian’s head in a Three Quarter’s Facelock. Pushing up on her toes for a little extra snap, Sammain promptly dropped to one knee and flipped Caity onto her butt with a tart little Snapmare. A simple maneuver to be sure, but that didn’t stop the brunette from gasping at the jolt that ran from her tailbone all the way to the base of her neck. In position to make her first real point of the evening, Autumn palmed the top of her opponent’s head in one hand and took a step back.
“Eyes on me, Sharpe.”
Anna met Sammain’s gaze on instinct and cursed aloud when the icy brunette THWHACKED a straight Soccer Kick into her friend’s spine. Her hands frozen into claws at shoulder level, Mason would’ve rolled to one knee if Sammain hadn’t scrambled her thinking with a nasty hair pull. “Eyes on Caity, Sharpe. Are you watching? Good.”
THWHACK!
“AHHHHH FAHK!” Mason’s chest thrust forward with the second kick, a view Anna would’ve found most pleasing if not for the pain etched deep in Caity’s face.
Above her, Autumn moved her hand from the crown of Mason’s skull to the curve of her chin. Pulling the American’s head back at a sharp angle, the Gaijin Extraordinaire flattened her other hand into a paddle and brought it CRAAACKING down on the catfighter’s copious cleavage. Very much aware of the ‘WOOOOO’s!’ her attack earned from the crowd, Sammain made a point of waiting for the noise to die down before addressing Anna. “Any advice for Caity, Sharpe?”
“Shake it off Mason, you’re better than this piece of shyt!” Anna barked it without letting her eyes leave Autumn’s. “I’ve seen her kind before, the first time you slap her in the mouth she’ll start to--”
Autumn raised her hand a second time and delivered another vicious Overhand Smack to her foe’s mouth. The surprise and pain of the attack let Mason wrench loose of her attacker’s hair-hold, unfortunately she’d only just put a hand to her stinging mouth when Sammain filled her claws with a double fistful of dark locks. “Bad advice, Sharpe. Keep it up and she won’t last five minutes.” With that she dropped to a seat, stretched out on her back and pulled Mason down as well. Autumn’s legs came up and slipped around the catfighter’s head as neat as you please. Ankles locked, she pushed onto her hands and started to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze the grimacing lovely.
HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6-Hgq5h91Y
Quick to note the distress written all over Mason’s pretty face, the official hurried up to the action and dropped to one knee. “What do you say, Caity? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhhhh….no. NO!” Caity’s resolve seemed to strengthen the moment she reached up and sank her talons into the other brunette’s encroaching thighs.
Autumn growled, endured the hurt for a second or two, then snatched Mason’s wrists and wrenched them away. Having transformed Caity’s lissome frame into a capital ‘T’, Sammain addressed her opponent for only the second time. “You may be a catfighter, but you’re not stupid. You can already feel the blood pounding in your ears. You’ll pass out in less than thirty seconds if you don’t do something. So go on and do it.”
Caity knew damned well what the other brunette meant and she hated being used in such an obvious way, yet she knew Sammain was right. If she didn’t get out, she’d pass out. So she stopped flailing and started dragging, the pink-faced battler thumping and bumping her way across the canvas until she was able to thread her ankles around the bottom rope.
“Break. Break the hold you bytcCCCHHERRRRRGGHH AAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Autumn’s eyes were again locked on Anna, but her left hand was formed into a pincer that’d wormed its way beneath Mason’s bulging top. “You see, Anna?” Autumn’s voice was eerily mild as she twisted Caity’s nipple like a radio dial. “THIS is why we have rules.”
She pinched even harder, just pouring on the punishment until the ref started his count. Then she broke both holds at ‘FOUR!’ and retreated to center ring without so much as a backwards glance at her opponent or the blonde seething on the other side of the ropes.
Caity didn't know if her blush was more the result of Autumn's humiliating nipple work or the growing realization the Dragon was simply using her to send a message. “Bytch, I'm not your damn teaching aid.”
“No? Because you aren't a wrestler. And from how tense and angry your girl is all the time I'd say you aren't much of a girlfriend either.” That one was a two-fer, Autumn thought with a smirk, as both her immediate and future adversaries stiffened with rage.
“Listen ref, since we're apparently ALL ABOUT enforcing the rules tonight, how about you do something about that cunt's giant forehead.” Mason's voice was icy. Edging away from the ropes she stepped in close to address the official, all the while keeping a wary eye on the waiting Sammain. “I can't see properly with the light reflecting off that thing. Shouldn't she be forced to get bangs or something?”
To his credit the guy managed to maintain eye contact while he began an earnest explanation of how Autumn's hairstyle wasn't in breach of any rules, but Caity was only pretending to give a shit. She turned around and fired her knee up into the unsuspecting Joshi Phenom's crotch. Sammain crumpled into her grasp with a satisfyingly pained cry and the Best Coaster immediately took advantage, linking her arms beneath Autumn's butt and lifting her for an Inverted Atomic Drop.
“AAAAHH SHYT!” The successive blows to her crotch left Sammain wobbly-legged, and Caity seized the chance thus presented to muscle her slender foe into the corner. Climbing the bottom rope to give herself the physical high ground, she continued her abandonment of the moral equivalent by tilting Autumn's head back and sinking her claws into the dojo-dweller's upturned face.
“Actually, forget changing her hairstyle. A few scratches should break that mirror. Maybe a little blood, too.” Working her nails on Autumn's forehead to a count of 'FOUR', the Cali rookie hopped back down to the canvas and pulled Sammain forward and into a trio of low knees that landed just about legally above the waistband of her skirt. With Autumn doubled over, Caity summoned her inner Rockette as she ran off the ropes and lifted her right leg up high to bring it snapping down on the back of the Gaijin Extraordinaire's bowed head, the vicious Scissor Kick driving her face into the mat.
The silence that fell over the partisan crowd meant that Anna's encouragement came through loud and clear. “That's it baby. Bust her shyt up.” Acknowledging her FWB with a mock salute, Caity dropped to her knees and seized two handfuls of damp brunette hair and gave it a shake, scrubbing Autumn's face into the canvas. Sammain moaned, her hands coming up to blindly clutch Mason's wrists.
“Uh-uh. I'll take those, thank you.” Caity shook loose of the grip and pinned the Joshi Phenom's hands beneath her knees. Lowering her head, she parted Autumn's hair and whispered in her ear. “Your lucky I haven't thrown you out onto the floor, you condescending slut. This badass rep you built? It wouldn't last two minutes out there with Anna. Now, let's see how I'm doing with making you bleed.”
Beyond pissed off at the treatment she'd gotten from the racktastic newbie, Autumn allowed herself to be rolled over, but when Caity's face loomed above her own she lifted her legs up and back, loosely capturing Mason's head between her calves. Even allowing for her incredible flexibility the position was an awkward one, still she was able to twist Caity down to the mat, where she rolled away toward the ropes.
Back on her feet, and after a quick check of her forehead confirmed no significant damage, Autumn closed in on her risen foe, pleased to note they were once again on Anna's side of the ring ahead of the resumption of her lesson.
“Stop drooling over that ass and watch, Sharpe. You might learn something.” She flashed a low kick that slapped against the meat of Caity's left thigh, then followed it up with a raised eyebrow directed at the Englishwoman down on the floor.
Caity grimaced. “You know what slut, you aren't getting my ass. You aren't getting my tits either. Gonna smother you out with my pit. How'd you like the Tokyo Pit Sniffer as your new epithet-AAHHH BITCH!”
This time Autumn's foot CRACKED against the hand Mason had been using to rub away the fire in her thigh. “Unless you want her wrist in plaster you might wanna tell Caity to keep her arms up.”
“Tell me yourself you smug, flat-assed piece of shit.” Red faced with fury at Sammain's refusal to even speak to her, Caity charged forward with her claws extended for Autumn's face, only to be once again left rending air when the Dragon ducked beneath her outstretched arms. She pivoted on her heel, but the quick change of direction led her straight into Autumn's picture perfect Super Kick, shutting her mouth with a CLACK and dropping her so suddenly she folded over in a Matchbook, her perfect butt in the air.
Autumn didn't know if Caity was even still conscious after the vicious impact of foot on face on canvas. Eager to find out, she sat down on the rookie's upturned legs, staring between the ropes at Sharpe while she palmed Mason's rear through…
ONE…
TWO…
Caity drew her legs in close and kicked as she rolled to her left, awkwardly springing herself free of the cover. Autumn pushed up from hands and knees and gathered a fistful of Mason's sweat-shiny dark hair. “You want me to focus on you, huh?”
The wounded catfighter was too busy cradling her aching jaw to answer, not that Autumn would’ve cared if she’d answered in the negative. Distracting Mason with a quick, jolting Kneelift between the eyes, the Dragon of Tokyo hauled Caity to verticality just long enough to secure a Front Facelock. Very much aware of Sharpe’s gaze burning a hole through the back of her skull, Sammain tossed the other brunette’s left arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of Mason’s scant briefs.
“You don’t mind a wedgie, right?” Another question that required no answer, Sammain simply yanked the scant material up until Caity’s left cheek was 99% bare. Hooks thusly set, she dipped her knees and muscled the Best Coaster from six to midnight, the toes of Mason’s boots pointing straight into the rafters. “COUNT IT OFF FOR ME, PEOPLE!” Autumn bellowed to the FAWNatics, on the off chance that they’d decided to keep their mouths shut.
No need to worry on that regard, the request was barely out of her mouth when the sold-out crowd began tolling the seconds. ‘ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
“Get on with it, cunt!” Sharpe shouted from her place by the ropes. “Just set her down, oh f*ck you!” Anna might’ve been new to professional wrestling, but she’d watched enough tape to know that a ten count was the traditionally accepted end of a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Unfortunately for Caity, her attacker must’ve had some time to spare because instead of dropping Mason to the canvas she set off on a slow but remarkably steady stroll around the edge of the squared circle. The fans cheered appreciatively, both for the show of strength and the unquestionably generous view of Caity’s partially bared booty. Finishing the tour with her left shoulder pointing at Sharpe, Autumn relinquished control over Mason’s togs just long enough to flip Anna the bird.
“That’s it, bytch. Your flat ass is mine.” Anna hopped onto the apron and would’ve come straight the ropes if the ref hadn’t intercepted her right as the Joshi Phenom THAWHAMMED Caity to the thinly-sheathed plywood.
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-VLAy1SLMI
“C’mon Anna, go back to the floor.” the official spoke soothingly, no easy feat considering the murder in Sharpe’s eyes. “No one wants this to end in a disqualification.”
“THEN KEEP YOUR EYES ON THAT SKINNY SHYT!” she snarled in reference to Sammain. “SHE’S ABUSING THE RU--” The Englishwoman’s mouth snapped shut when she saw the knowing smirk on her antagonist’s face.
“Go on, Anna.” Autumn said softly. “I believe you were saying something important.”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Anna dropped to the floor and smacked both hands against the apron. “C’mon Caity, you got this bytch! Shake it off and rip her apart!”
Caity nodded once, that was all the response she could manage while also tending to her throbbing head and aching spine. Satisfied with the way things were going thus far, Sammain nudged the prone Californian onto her stomach, then stepped over so that a foot was planted close to each hip. The set-up was good but the position was all wrong, which explained why Sammain turned a quarter circle once she’d plucked Mason’s biceps from the mat. Now that Anna and Caity were facing each other once again, Autumn dropped into a deep crouch, the slim, but heavy curve of her buttocks snuggled in deep against the hollow of Mason’s back. Pulling Caity’s arms over her thighs, Autumn cupped her hands under the other brunette’s chin and wrenched her head back at a hateful angle.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Vv1BHt84e0
“Open your eyes, Caity.” the Joshi Phenom cooed when the Camel Clutch was barely five seconds old. “Look Anna straight in the eye and tell her just how badly I am going to F*CK HER UP.”
Mason couldn’t shake her head as emphatically as she would’ve liked, so she gathered her breath and offered her analysis. “Thhhuuu…. this chick’s not fit to carry your bags, Anna. I can’t wait to watch your ass swallow her OOOOWWWWWWW!”
Autumn twined her fingers in Caity’s hair and pulled with white-knuckled ferocity until the official threatened to make her break the hold. The tugging left Mason’s dark hair spilled over her forehead and face, so Sammain brushed it back and pulled it into a loose ponytail. “Had hair in your mouth, honey.” Autumn murmured. “Couldn’t make out what you were saying. Mind repeating it?”
“Anna’s gonna feed you your teeth, byCCCEEERRRGHHHHH!” Caity yowled with pain and surprise when the domineering brunette slipped the index fingers of both hands into her mouth and pulled back like she intended to peel the Californian’s pretty face off her skull.
“Bite her fingers! Bite her fingers right the hell off, baby! C’mon, you got this!” Sharpe did her best to sound like a coach but she couldn’t help acknowledging the note of pleading that’d crept in.
The referee was quick to chide Sammain about the fishhooks and she pulled them loose without complaint. Returning her hands to Mason’s chin, she wrenched back on her neck and lowered her own head to better whisper in Caity’s ear. “You think if you taunt me enough I’ll snap and finish you off that much faster? I don’t think so, cupcake. See, you’re what we in the industry refer to as ‘bikini meat’. Yeah, you take a hot selfie in the gym and you look great in a wrestling inspired photo-shoot, but when the bell actually rings? You’re just there to get your ass kicked up between your ears. Here’s another bit of insider information to mull over…” Sammain leaned in even closer and slooooooowly ran the tip of her tongue up the lobe of Mason’s ear. “There’s only one thing wrestling fans love more than watching a good girl battle back from an ass kicking. That’s watching an arrogant slut getting humbled all night long!”
“I’m gonna kill you, Sammain.” Caity wriggled her arms and bicycled her legs in a desperate attempt to get free of the Camel Clutch. “I hate to deny Anna anything, but she’s gonna have to settle for watching me AAAAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHHHK!”
“Squeal in agony?” Autumn asked as she crooked her fingers into hooks and gouged them into the Californian’s eyes. “Bawl for mercy? Wail at the top of your lungs? Answer me, Mason!”
The Dragon would’ve kept right on snarking if the ref hadn’t crouched down beside the action and barked, “All right Autumn, that’s enough of that! Get off her eyes right now!”
Autumn let loose, ran one hand through Caity’s hair and cupped the other under her chin so that her flushed face was pointing straight at Sharpe. “What do you say, Anna? Should I get my fingers out of your tramp’s eyes? Or is she too tough to need protection in a fake fight?”
Remarkably quiet despite the apoplectic rage stamped on her pretty face, Anna Sharpe said, “I swear to God, Sammain, if lay another finger on her, I’ll--”
Sammain pulled Caity’s head back and looked down to better meet her half-lidded eyes. “Anna wants to throw in the towel for you, Caity. Is that what you want?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no.” Mason groaned. “Guuuhhh…. get offa me.”
“You want me off, honey? Then crawl. Crawl to those ropes because they are the ONLY thing that’ll keep me from breaking your goddamned neck.” On the heels of that rather chilling promise she shrugged Mason’s arms off her thighs, then slapped the back of her head once, twice, three times. “Crawl, Caity. Crawl. CRAWL!”
Hating the sound of that bytch’s voice even more than she hated the weight on the small of her back, Mason gouged her hands into the mat, pushed up as best she could and started to close the distance between herself and the ropes.
Outside, Anna smacked the apron with both hands. “That’s it baby, follow my voice! Just get over here and that tramp’s gotta let you go!”
Autumn smiled coldly. “There ya go, Sharpe. You’re finally starting to learn.”
Doing her best to ignore Sammain and keep her eyes on her FWB, Anna slapped the apron once again in encouragement. But with the Dragon's weight on her back Mason's progress was excruciatingly slow, and it took all of Sharpe's self-control not to climb into the ring and deal with Sammain herself. Finally Caity reached out her right arm and wrapped her fingers round the bottom rope, only this time Autumn stayed aboard.
“Get the hell OFFAACCCKK!” Having managed to hook both arms over the rubber-coated steel, the grounded brunette's protests were cut off when Autumn pressed both forearms against the back of her neck, her erstwhile salvation being used to choke her. Sammain kept it up through a count of 'FOUR' before rising with a dismissive slap of the Best Coaster's wriggling rump.
As Anna tended to her gasping partner Autumn loitered in trash-talking range, one arm draped over the top rope. “Kinda surprised you haven't tried rescuing your skank, Sharpe. The only thing stopping you is the rules, and you think the rules are bullshyt, don't you? Unless you figured out what I'd do to you if you came after me.”
“I promise you Cait. I will bring this bytch back to you in chunks.” Anna wiped a shiny tear from Caity's eye as she whispered her vow quietly enough that no one else could hear it. Lifting her head, she stared up at the grinning Joshi Phenom and this time she raised her voice loud and clear. “The reason I haven't come after you, as you put it, is because this is Caity's fight and she asked me to stay out of it. And when people you care about ask something of you, you respect that. But then how would you know?”
The grin froze on Autumn's face at that last part. “What's that supposed to mean?” she said, gripping the rope tight.
“You don't have people who care about you, do you? Your parents dumped you on a doorstep rather than raise you themselves. Some might call them cruel but I'd rather say prescient given what you've grown up to become.” Sharpe's lip curled with satisfaction as she saw the blood drain from the Dragon's face like someone had attached a pump.
“You think you caAAGGHH!” With both Autumn and the official distracted, Mason had crawled behind Sammain's back and curled a wicked forearm up between her legs. Autumn dropped to her knees and Caity rose right up to meet her, pulling her down into an Inverted Facelock that wasn't a million miles from the previously threatened pit-on-face smothering. With the Joshi Phenom's legs folded under her butt her upturned torso made a target too inviting to pass up.
Giving her captured foe a quick shake, Mason walked her fingers along Sammain's fat-free belly up to the rim of her sports bra and then sliding underneath. “'Bikini meat' am I?” The taunt had stuck in her mind. Savagely she TWIIISTED Autumn's nipple. “I get why you want to think that, bitch.” TWIST. “If someone as out-of-this-world HOT as me can kick ass, then really...” TWIST. “Where does that leave you?”
Throughout her monologue Caity had been ducking and weaving to try avoid Autumn's claws, which were reaching blindly for her face. Finally she bit down on a finger that had strayed too close to her mouth, which brought in the official. “C'mon Caity. Lay off the biting.”
Down on the floor Anna yelled for the guy's attention. “Hey, where were you when that skinny slut was biting her ear? Arsehole.”
But Mason spat out her mouthful of digit without complaint. “Don't worry baby. She even tastes fugly.” Still with her pincer grip on Autumn's nipple, the rookie climbed to her feet, pulling Sammain along with her. “Up you get pit-sniffeEEYY!” But suffering though she might be, the Dragon's fire was a long way from extinguished, and as Caity lifted her she kicked up off the mat and extended her legs, bouncing her ankles off the top rope to send her lithe frame looping up and over and down behind her foe, tearing loose of Mason's grip on her neck in the process. While the fans were still cheering the incredible display of gymnastics she snaked her arms beneath Caity's and established a Full Nelson on her disoriented rival.
“If you don't like bikini meat then how about jerk-off material?” Autumn hissed, jostling Caity in the hold. “Let's see how fucking hot you are modeling a neck brace.” Grunting with effort she THUMPED Mason on her head with a Dragon Suplex that could have ended in a pin attempt if she hadn't allowed the Best Coaster to sprawl to her side on the mat. Climbing back to her feet feeling much happier with life, Sammain noted with contempt that Mason hadn't bothered straightening out her bottoms after the earlier wedgie, which meant a good part of her ass was still bare. “Slut.”
“F*ck you,” Caity mumbled from within the cocoon of her arms, which were wrapped round her aching head.
The Joshi Phenom drew a foot back, apparently looking to kick the sass out of her vulnerable adversary. But a better idea must’ve crossed her mind because she abruptly dropped to her knees and grabbed Mason at shoulder and hip. Pulling the other brunette onto her back, Sammain slid her right shin into place across Caity’s throat and leaned down. Denied air, the catfighter kicked and writhed, clawing at Autumn’s battle hardened thigh to no effect.
“C’mon ref!” Anna barked from the floor. “Get that bytch off her neck!” To her credit, Sharpe was fully aware of the irony of her position, she just chose to ignore it. If the fake cheerleaders and the fake ninja could use those bullshyt rules to save their asses, Caity could too.
The ref had noted the infraction at once and called Autumn out for it after only a few seconds. She nodded in understanding, but instead of ending the illegal tactic she curled her left hand into a claw, snatched hold of Mason’s waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked it up and out in a heartless inverted wedgie that forced the squealing tyro onto her tiptoes in an agonizing arch.
Ever cognizant of the ref’s count without acknowledging it in the slightest, Sammain waggled the makeshift thong back n’ forth and cooed, “Got an idea for your outfit, loser. Dark blue bottoms with ‘SPAM’ written across the seat in big yellow letters. Because that’s all you are, Mason. Meat for the Dragon.”
‘FOUR!’ brought an end to both tortures and Anna had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from muttering an audible ‘Thank God’. Mason was grateful too, she just didn’t have time to thank anyone because she was too busy sucking wind and trying to pluck her traitorous togs from clefts both fore and aft. She was starting to breathe the tiniest bit easier when cool, steely fingers plunged into her hair. Pulling hard enough to earn a pained yelp, Autumn shifted her attention from Caity to Anna. “One chance, Sharpe. Tell the referee to call it off and I won’t lay another finger on her. But if anything else passes your lips… well… what happens next is on you.”
Anna Sharpe locked eyes with Autumn Sammain for nearly ten seconds before she returned her attention to Caity Mason. “You got this, baby.” she smacked the canvas for emphasis. “Shake it off and show that flat-arsed slag how you finish fights.”
Sammain sighed softly and shook her head. “Eyes on me, Sharpe. See what you’ve done.”
On her feet in an instant, the limber battler hauled Caity up alongside and quickly transitioned to a perfectly legal Wristlock. Aiming the Best Coaster at the corner closest to her FWB, Autumn stepped away from her prey, dropped a shoulder and sent Mason on her way with a ridiculously stiff Irish Whip. Given the punishment absorbed and the proximity of the turnbuckles, an experienced grappler would’ve been hard-pressed to spin around in time. Caity never stood a chance. She BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle chest-first and bounced out almost as fast, her pretty features transformed into something haggard by the shock and hurt.
Behind her, Autumn waited with both arms spread wide. Snagging a handful of waistband when Mason got within reaching distance, Sammain drew her close, then reached between Caity’s thighs and laid claim to her left wrist. This she pulled through Mason’s parted stems before switching control from left hand to right. Pumphandle secure, she pressed in against Caity’s back and curled her free arm around opposing throat. No glance to Sharpe this time around, Sammain only dropped her hips and popped ‘em twice as hard to toss the wilting ingénue up, over and down onto her back courtesy of a Pumphandle Exploder. Mason bounced a good four inches, flopped over onto her belly and made it another half turn before exhaustion and aches left her stretched out on one side.
PUMPHANDLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=614dPDW-qFk
Though the FAWNatics had no real love for Caity and Anna, more than a few expressed murmured concern when Sammain peeled the former off the mat without even considering a cover. Their mood grew no brighter when the Gaijin Extraordinaire pulled Caity in close and forced the brunette’s left wrist between her thighs. Sammain reached around Mason’s right thigh from the back, clamped down on the exposed wrist and pulled it on through to complete a variant on the Pumphandle, this one from head on. Just cogent enough to understand that she was in serious trouble, Caity shook her head ‘no’ and tried to drive the point of her right elbow into the side of Autumn’s head. The resistance was minimal, in no way enough for the task at hand, yet an expression crossed Sammain’s face that might’ve been the ghost of respect. Dipping under the Californian’s right arm, she laced her own right arm across Caity’s chest and squeezed the nape of her neck in a white-knuckle grip. “Maybe you’re not a quitter after all, Mason.” she whispered in Caity’s ear. “But you’re still finished.”
WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLZ0rJsiJo
With that she hoisted her burden up n’ over, then laid out on her back to drop Mason squarely on the back of her head and neck. The THAWHAM that punctuated the Wrist-Clutch Exploder drew a sympathetic groan from the crowd and hateful, thin-lipped silence from Sharpe. Forcing herself to look away from the starfished wreckage of her friend, the Englishwoman met Sammain’s gaze and growled, “Just pin her, you bytch. She’s defenseless.”
“So was Winter. And Allie. And Frankie. Didn’t stop you, did it, Anna? Still, this one shouldn’t have to suffer for your arrogance.”
Sammain slid forward into a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and pulled Caity’s knee up to her chin while the ref counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Dragon of Tokyo tossed the limb aside, buried both hands in Mason’s hair and forced her to knock-kneed verticality. “YOU SPITEFUL CUNT!” Anna went from the floor to the apron in a single bound, she would’ve been in the ring if the official hadn’t moved to intercept. “I’LL END YOU FOR THIS!”
Autumn paid her no mind, she was already snuggled in on Mason’s six with some seriously bad intentions. Slinging Caity’s right arm across her shoulders, Sammain crooked her left arm around the other brunette’s neck and slipped her right hand between Mason’s gams for a rude grip on her undercarriage. Offering Sharpe the smallest of smiles when the trap was set, the Joshi Phenom ripped Mason off her feet and dumped her into a tummy-first landing atop her right shoulder. Autumn wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped a hand across the back of her neck in the span between heartbeats, then she sat out and THWHONKED Caity on the crown of her skull with a nasty twist on the Autumn Rain.
'FIERY' AUTUMN RAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQ0R6NBeeu8
Spreadeagled for the second time in as many minutes, Mason *barely* registered the weight of Sammain’s ass on her forehead, but she did voice the softest of groans when the other brunette pinched her nose with a hands-free squeeze. Sinewy stems spread in a perfect split. Autumn pressed her hands to Caity’s gulping tummy and enjoyed a slow ride timed to the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Autumn somersaulted away and popped to her feet at once, a wise course considering Anna Sharpe was already under the bottom rope.
“I'm so sorry Cait.” Sliding to her knees next to Mason's upturned head, Anna gathered her girl up in her arms and whispered an apology into sweaty brunette hair, stroking a few stray strands away from the beaten rookie's face. Caity's mumbled response was indecipherable but at least showed she was conscious, so Anna gently lowered her head back to the mat. Only then did Sharpe turn her attention to the victorious Joshi Phenom. Wordlessly, the Brit pushed up out of a sprinter's crouch and flung herself at Sammain, who braced for the impact with an anticipatory growl.
Soaking up a couple of body shots as she was backing up, Autumn wormed her arms in underneath Anna's and was able to spin Sharpe into the ropes. “Lesson's not over yet,” she hissed, in close for the first time with her newest rival.
“No shyt, bytch. Your lesson's just getting sta-MMMPPHH.” The hard, passionless kiss turned the volume in the arena up to levels usually only Spinal Tap could reach. Bewildered by the unexpected assault – Anna had been ready for most things but not for that – Sharpe stopped brawling, and before she knew what was happening Autumn's nimble fingers had looped the middle rope around her outstretched arms, pinning her in place.
Trap sprung, Sammain broke the kiss and stepped away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Smirking as she watched the Englishwoman's fruitless attempts to shake free, she sat down cross legged on the mat beside the still splayed out Caity. “Remember Sharpe, I warned you.”
“Pussy.” Anna spat the taste of Dragon from her mouth as she thrashed in her bonds. She'd seen video of wrestlers caught like this and assumed they were faking – it looked too inconsequential to restrain anyone for long. But after another round of shaking got her nowhere beyond feeling she might dislocate her shoulders she screamed in frustration. “FUUUCCKK! Don't you even THINK about touching her Sammain.”
Already way beyond just thinking about it, Autumn made short work of removing Caity's top, which coupled with the earlier kiss had any doubters in the crowd right back on her side. “There. You earned your money for the night.” She patted Mason's cheek. Tempted to give the Cali catfighter's rack a quick squeeze as well, if only to see whether Anna might spontaneously combust, Sammain settled instead for pulling her vanquished foe into her lap, belly down and ass up. “I want you to count to…. let's say eight, Sharpe. One for each time you failed to qualify for Wimbledon.”
By FAWN standards the first spank was gentle, just enough to set Caity's buttocks jiggling inside her bottoms. Sammain waited, staring at the woman she'd trapped in the ropes. “You bytch,” Anna said quietly.
“Just the number, Sharpe.”
“One.”
“Good.” SMACK!
“Two.” SMACK! They'd reached six when Autumn put a little more wrist action into her delivery. Caity hissed in pain, lifting her weary head off the mat. Her eyes blinked open, meeting her FWB's, and suddenly Anna couldn't stand it. “Sammain you cunt. Untie me and get the f*ck away from her NOW!” Another bout of shaking and thrashing followed, leaving the Brit flushed and panting but still trapped.
The Dragon was unmoved. Unimpressed. Any number of words starting with 'un'. “I told you no editorializing.” She used her fingers to trace Caity's narrow waist and flaring hip. Tugging the Best Coaster's bottoms down to thigh height Sammain raised her hand, the size of the implied swing suggesting Mason could give up on any thoughts of sitting comfortably. “Now we pick a different number. Remind me, what was your highest ever ranking?”
Without waiting for an answer – it was 185. January of 2012 – Autumn started spanking again, real butt-reddening WHACKS this time. Silent through Caity's wailing and Anna's threats and the ref's ineffectual protests, she spanked away on Mason's booty. Only a human river of officialdom pouring down the aisle made her stop. Shoving the sobbing rookie out of her lap, she popped back to her feet and flicked her skirt into place.
“Leave.” Anna's voice was hoarse from yelling. She stared into Autumn's face, no longer bothering to try shake loose. As the ring filled up with people Autumn stayed rooted to the spot, an icy green rock in the middle of that black & white tide.
“One question, Sharpe. Answer honestly and I’ll Mason to your tender ministrations. Do we have an agreement?”
Anna dipped her head ever so slightly. “Ask it, cunt.”
“Does this… all of this,” she gestured to the fans, to the officials, to the smoldering ruin of Caity Mason. “Does it feel FAKE? Does the fury pounding away in your temples feel any less genuine than all those times you got your ass blown off the tennis court? Go on and speak up. I’d love to have the perspective of a, ahem, REAL fighter.” The ‘r’ word almost crumpled under the weight of Autumn’s scorn, but it held up long enough to reach Sharpe’s burning ears.
Anna almost didn’t answer, but in the end she did. She simply couldn’t let Sammain get the last word, not after what she’d done to Caity. “Come over here and let me out.” she said quietly. “I’ll show you exactly how I feel.”
The Dragon of Tokyo offered her a hateful smile. “Next time,” she said, before slipping through the ropes to the apron where she bellowed her familiar war cry to the still buzzing crowd, then making her way to the back.
CAITY MASON:
ANNA SHARPE:
Caity had been steered away from her original choice of music, although it hadn't been easy to pick something else. After turning down most of Katy Perry's back catalogue she eventually settled on some classic Britney, since there were certainly plenty in the crowd who wanted a piece of her, however much they might jeer and boo because somehow Orlando was the only place in the world still to get the message that the bad guys were cool now. 'My favorite color is whatever Caity's top is', she did see on one sign. Tonight that color was red, mismatched with navy bottoms.
Reaching the ring she hopped onto the apron and climbed straight through the ropes – the traditional hold and wiggle was for those women on the roster who deep down knew they were just 'wrestler hot', not straight up 'so perfect you must have been grown in a lab hot'. While the official checked her outfit she couldn't help but smile at Anna's growl of irritation. “I'd say that's enough now. If I was smuggling in a crowbar I think you'd spot it. Shit, this outfit's tight enough if I was smuggling a grain of rice I think you'd spot it.”
Inspection safely passed, she waited next to Anna for the arrival of her first ever opponent as a singles competitor.
Caity was in the midst of teasing some first row fans when the arena went dark. Knowing their heroine was close, those loyal to the Dragon raised lighters or phones in tribute. Their gifts were soon joined by flickering strobe lights and the staccato introduction of Street Sweeper Social Club’s ’Clap For The Killers’. Pocketing their phones to better clap along, Autumn’s fans let loose with a ’FEAR THE DRAGON!’ chant when Gaijin Extraordinaire appeared on stage.
From his place beside the Announcer proclaimed, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tokyo Japan, she stands at one point seven meters tall and weighs in at fifty-nine point eight kilograms. She is the Dragon of Tokyo, the Joshi Kicking Machine, THIS IS… AUTUMN SAMMAIN!”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Calm and collected like only she could be, the Joshi Phenom wore a jett black sports bra and matching bottoms which were all but obscured by the Joshi style ‘skirt’ that ended well above the knee. This garment was also dead black, save for several blood red slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless crimson gloves that reached to just below her elbows. Shifting from Zen-like tranquility to a fury of kinetic energy in the blink of an eye, Sammain fired half a dozen lighting fast punches, then followed up with several more kicks, the last of which cut through the air like a particularly limber guillotine. Shredding the air with her war cry when the kata was over, Autumn started toward the ring and her first go-round with Anna Sharpe’s pet kitty.
Ignoring the hands and signs despite the near universal show of support, Autumn cleared the aisle, stormed up the steps and hopped over the top rope without saying so much as a word. It was only when she’d claimed the center of the squared circle that she balled her left hand into a fist and shot it high into the air. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of red and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “Don’t throw those away,” she said loudly enough for both Sharpe and Mason to hear, “they might be the only thing that can hold Caity together until the medics arrive.”
Cheers of delight from the crowd, who stayed hot for the Dragon even after she’d strode to her corner to offer up her knees, elbows and boots for final inspection from the official.
The bell sounded with Anna and Caity mid-conference. “You got this.” Sharpe told her friend. “Remember, a fake ninja is no different than a fake cheerleader. You got this.” She squeezed Mason’s shoulder in a final show of support, then dropped off the apron before the idiot official could give her any shyt.
Caity dipped her head in acknowledgement, turned her attention to the center of the ring and started forward to meet the so called Joshi Phenom. Autumn, having moved to center as soon as she was able, made no attempt to stop the other brunette’s advance, indeed she only set her feet a little when Mason chested in forcefully enough to rock her back on her heels.
‘Classic catfighter’ she thought as Caity got all up in her business.
“You think I’m intimidated?” the ingénue cooed. “Sweetness, I don’t care how bad these people think you are. To me you’re just like the snotty chicks in any Hot Yoga class. And I’ve smothered enough of them to know your screams will sound exactly the same.” She finished by putting both hands against Sammain’s shoulders and pushing off with a hard shove.
Autumn ceded a step or two, flashed a brief smile, then stepped right back into Mason’s personal space. Give Caity credit, she didn’t let Sammain keep the ground she’d regained without a fight. Nose to nose for the second time in less than a minute, Caity let her eyes and rack do the talking, the former openly hinting of what the latter would do to the skinny tramp before the bell sounded again. “I think you’ve got the wrong impression, Caity. I hope you’re not intimidated. Hell, I’m PRAYING you’re not intimidated. It’ll make my job a whole lot easier if I don’t have to chase your fake, sniveling ass all over this--”
Mason reached up with both hands, snatched massive amounts of Sammain’s hair and yanked her head from side to side like she meant to remove the other brunette’s head from her shoulders. “That’s it Caity, rip it out!” Anna shouted encouragement as her girl and the aggressive loser stamped around in a mean little circle. “Teach that bytch what it means to mess with--dammit!”
Autumn slipped her hands between Caity’s forearms and prized them apart to end the grip on her hair with minimal follicular loss. In the same instant she brought both hands in and down, the bottom edge ‘smecking’ against the base of Mason’s neck on either side. Caity cried out, reached up to swat at Sammain’s hands and found herself settling for grabbing her forearms because the Dragon had already laced her fingers across the nape of the catfighter’s neck. Jerking Mason’s head forward and down, Autumn closed the rest of the short span between them with a Kneelift that THWHUMPED into the other brunette’s belly. This was followed by a second, third and fourth, a half dozen all told, each striking the same spot, each thrusting Caity’s ass back a little farther than before.
Ending the barrage once she felt the tyro breathing heavy on her shoulder, Sammain took a couple steps back, twisted her hips and slung Caity into the ropes closest to Anna. Mason stayed vertical, but quickly threw an arm over the top rope to steady herself. “See what she did there, hooking the ropes with her arm?” Autumn’s question was directed to Anna, who met her gaze with undisguised disdain. “She bought herself a few seconds of respite before the official makes her come forward again. It’s one of those little rules of the ring that keeps the hopelessly outclassed from getting destroyed before the audience gets their money’s worth.”
Sharpe grabbed the middle rope, put a knee on the apron and would’ve gone after the bytch then and there if Caity hadn’t braced a hand against her tummy. “Not your fight, baby.” she murmured. “This one’s mine. I WANT that smirking face under my ass.”
Anna snarled, but dropped back to the floor without complaint. “Make her cry, Mason. Make her beg.”
Caity didn’t answer with words, instead she pushed off the ropes and went straight at her antagonist with a glittering claw swipe aimed directly at Sammain’s eyes. The Dragon dipped under the attempt and slipped around behind Mason but didn’t turn to take advantage of her exposed back. Her reasoning became clear when Caity whirled around and was immediately greeted with a Back Kick that THWHAPPED flush against her navel.
BACK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5FF-u-F1Xs
Mason grunted and hunched forward and now Autumn reached over her right shoulder with both hands to take control of the Californian’s head in a Three Quarter’s Facelock. Pushing up on her toes for a little extra snap, Sammain promptly dropped to one knee and flipped Caity onto her butt with a tart little Snapmare. A simple maneuver to be sure, but that didn’t stop the brunette from gasping at the jolt that ran from her tailbone all the way to the base of her neck. In position to make her first real point of the evening, Autumn palmed the top of her opponent’s head in one hand and took a step back.
“Eyes on me, Sharpe.”
Anna met Sammain’s gaze on instinct and cursed aloud when the icy brunette THWHACKED a straight Soccer Kick into her friend’s spine. Her hands frozen into claws at shoulder level, Mason would’ve rolled to one knee if Sammain hadn’t scrambled her thinking with a nasty hair pull. “Eyes on Caity, Sharpe. Are you watching? Good.”
THWHACK!
“AHHHHH FAHK!” Mason’s chest thrust forward with the second kick, a view Anna would’ve found most pleasing if not for the pain etched deep in Caity’s face.
Above her, Autumn moved her hand from the crown of Mason’s skull to the curve of her chin. Pulling the American’s head back at a sharp angle, the Gaijin Extraordinaire flattened her other hand into a paddle and brought it CRAAACKING down on the catfighter’s copious cleavage. Very much aware of the ‘WOOOOO’s!’ her attack earned from the crowd, Sammain made a point of waiting for the noise to die down before addressing Anna. “Any advice for Caity, Sharpe?”
“Shake it off Mason, you’re better than this piece of shyt!” Anna barked it without letting her eyes leave Autumn’s. “I’ve seen her kind before, the first time you slap her in the mouth she’ll start to--”
Autumn raised her hand a second time and delivered another vicious Overhand Smack to her foe’s mouth. The surprise and pain of the attack let Mason wrench loose of her attacker’s hair-hold, unfortunately she’d only just put a hand to her stinging mouth when Sammain filled her claws with a double fistful of dark locks. “Bad advice, Sharpe. Keep it up and she won’t last five minutes.” With that she dropped to a seat, stretched out on her back and pulled Mason down as well. Autumn’s legs came up and slipped around the catfighter’s head as neat as you please. Ankles locked, she pushed onto her hands and started to squeeeeeeeeeeeeze the grimacing lovely.
HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6-Hgq5h91Y
Quick to note the distress written all over Mason’s pretty face, the official hurried up to the action and dropped to one knee. “What do you say, Caity? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhhhh….no. NO!” Caity’s resolve seemed to strengthen the moment she reached up and sank her talons into the other brunette’s encroaching thighs.
Autumn growled, endured the hurt for a second or two, then snatched Mason’s wrists and wrenched them away. Having transformed Caity’s lissome frame into a capital ‘T’, Sammain addressed her opponent for only the second time. “You may be a catfighter, but you’re not stupid. You can already feel the blood pounding in your ears. You’ll pass out in less than thirty seconds if you don’t do something. So go on and do it.”
Caity knew damned well what the other brunette meant and she hated being used in such an obvious way, yet she knew Sammain was right. If she didn’t get out, she’d pass out. So she stopped flailing and started dragging, the pink-faced battler thumping and bumping her way across the canvas until she was able to thread her ankles around the bottom rope.
“Break. Break the hold you bytcCCCHHERRRRRGGHH AAAWWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Autumn’s eyes were again locked on Anna, but her left hand was formed into a pincer that’d wormed its way beneath Mason’s bulging top. “You see, Anna?” Autumn’s voice was eerily mild as she twisted Caity’s nipple like a radio dial. “THIS is why we have rules.”
She pinched even harder, just pouring on the punishment until the ref started his count. Then she broke both holds at ‘FOUR!’ and retreated to center ring without so much as a backwards glance at her opponent or the blonde seething on the other side of the ropes.
Caity didn't know if her blush was more the result of Autumn's humiliating nipple work or the growing realization the Dragon was simply using her to send a message. “Bytch, I'm not your damn teaching aid.”
“No? Because you aren't a wrestler. And from how tense and angry your girl is all the time I'd say you aren't much of a girlfriend either.” That one was a two-fer, Autumn thought with a smirk, as both her immediate and future adversaries stiffened with rage.
“Listen ref, since we're apparently ALL ABOUT enforcing the rules tonight, how about you do something about that cunt's giant forehead.” Mason's voice was icy. Edging away from the ropes she stepped in close to address the official, all the while keeping a wary eye on the waiting Sammain. “I can't see properly with the light reflecting off that thing. Shouldn't she be forced to get bangs or something?”
To his credit the guy managed to maintain eye contact while he began an earnest explanation of how Autumn's hairstyle wasn't in breach of any rules, but Caity was only pretending to give a shit. She turned around and fired her knee up into the unsuspecting Joshi Phenom's crotch. Sammain crumpled into her grasp with a satisfyingly pained cry and the Best Coaster immediately took advantage, linking her arms beneath Autumn's butt and lifting her for an Inverted Atomic Drop.
“AAAAHH SHYT!” The successive blows to her crotch left Sammain wobbly-legged, and Caity seized the chance thus presented to muscle her slender foe into the corner. Climbing the bottom rope to give herself the physical high ground, she continued her abandonment of the moral equivalent by tilting Autumn's head back and sinking her claws into the dojo-dweller's upturned face.
“Actually, forget changing her hairstyle. A few scratches should break that mirror. Maybe a little blood, too.” Working her nails on Autumn's forehead to a count of 'FOUR', the Cali rookie hopped back down to the canvas and pulled Sammain forward and into a trio of low knees that landed just about legally above the waistband of her skirt. With Autumn doubled over, Caity summoned her inner Rockette as she ran off the ropes and lifted her right leg up high to bring it snapping down on the back of the Gaijin Extraordinaire's bowed head, the vicious Scissor Kick driving her face into the mat.
The silence that fell over the partisan crowd meant that Anna's encouragement came through loud and clear. “That's it baby. Bust her shyt up.” Acknowledging her FWB with a mock salute, Caity dropped to her knees and seized two handfuls of damp brunette hair and gave it a shake, scrubbing Autumn's face into the canvas. Sammain moaned, her hands coming up to blindly clutch Mason's wrists.
“Uh-uh. I'll take those, thank you.” Caity shook loose of the grip and pinned the Joshi Phenom's hands beneath her knees. Lowering her head, she parted Autumn's hair and whispered in her ear. “Your lucky I haven't thrown you out onto the floor, you condescending slut. This badass rep you built? It wouldn't last two minutes out there with Anna. Now, let's see how I'm doing with making you bleed.”
Beyond pissed off at the treatment she'd gotten from the racktastic newbie, Autumn allowed herself to be rolled over, but when Caity's face loomed above her own she lifted her legs up and back, loosely capturing Mason's head between her calves. Even allowing for her incredible flexibility the position was an awkward one, still she was able to twist Caity down to the mat, where she rolled away toward the ropes.
Back on her feet, and after a quick check of her forehead confirmed no significant damage, Autumn closed in on her risen foe, pleased to note they were once again on Anna's side of the ring ahead of the resumption of her lesson.
“Stop drooling over that ass and watch, Sharpe. You might learn something.” She flashed a low kick that slapped against the meat of Caity's left thigh, then followed it up with a raised eyebrow directed at the Englishwoman down on the floor.
Caity grimaced. “You know what slut, you aren't getting my ass. You aren't getting my tits either. Gonna smother you out with my pit. How'd you like the Tokyo Pit Sniffer as your new epithet-AAHHH BITCH!”
This time Autumn's foot CRACKED against the hand Mason had been using to rub away the fire in her thigh. “Unless you want her wrist in plaster you might wanna tell Caity to keep her arms up.”
“Tell me yourself you smug, flat-assed piece of shit.” Red faced with fury at Sammain's refusal to even speak to her, Caity charged forward with her claws extended for Autumn's face, only to be once again left rending air when the Dragon ducked beneath her outstretched arms. She pivoted on her heel, but the quick change of direction led her straight into Autumn's picture perfect Super Kick, shutting her mouth with a CLACK and dropping her so suddenly she folded over in a Matchbook, her perfect butt in the air.
Autumn didn't know if Caity was even still conscious after the vicious impact of foot on face on canvas. Eager to find out, she sat down on the rookie's upturned legs, staring between the ropes at Sharpe while she palmed Mason's rear through…
ONE…
TWO…
Caity drew her legs in close and kicked as she rolled to her left, awkwardly springing herself free of the cover. Autumn pushed up from hands and knees and gathered a fistful of Mason's sweat-shiny dark hair. “You want me to focus on you, huh?”
The wounded catfighter was too busy cradling her aching jaw to answer, not that Autumn would’ve cared if she’d answered in the negative. Distracting Mason with a quick, jolting Kneelift between the eyes, the Dragon of Tokyo hauled Caity to verticality just long enough to secure a Front Facelock. Very much aware of Sharpe’s gaze burning a hole through the back of her skull, Sammain tossed the other brunette’s left arm across her shoulders and helped herself to a handful of Mason’s scant briefs.
“You don’t mind a wedgie, right?” Another question that required no answer, Sammain simply yanked the scant material up until Caity’s left cheek was 99% bare. Hooks thusly set, she dipped her knees and muscled the Best Coaster from six to midnight, the toes of Mason’s boots pointing straight into the rafters. “COUNT IT OFF FOR ME, PEOPLE!” Autumn bellowed to the FAWNatics, on the off chance that they’d decided to keep their mouths shut.
No need to worry on that regard, the request was barely out of her mouth when the sold-out crowd began tolling the seconds. ‘ONE…TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN!’
“Get on with it, cunt!” Sharpe shouted from her place by the ropes. “Just set her down, oh f*ck you!” Anna might’ve been new to professional wrestling, but she’d watched enough tape to know that a ten count was the traditionally accepted end of a Delayed Vertical Suplex. Unfortunately for Caity, her attacker must’ve had some time to spare because instead of dropping Mason to the canvas she set off on a slow but remarkably steady stroll around the edge of the squared circle. The fans cheered appreciatively, both for the show of strength and the unquestionably generous view of Caity’s partially bared booty. Finishing the tour with her left shoulder pointing at Sharpe, Autumn relinquished control over Mason’s togs just long enough to flip Anna the bird.
“That’s it, bytch. Your flat ass is mine.” Anna hopped onto the apron and would’ve come straight the ropes if the ref hadn’t intercepted her right as the Joshi Phenom THAWHAMMED Caity to the thinly-sheathed plywood.
DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-VLAy1SLMI
“C’mon Anna, go back to the floor.” the official spoke soothingly, no easy feat considering the murder in Sharpe’s eyes. “No one wants this to end in a disqualification.”
“THEN KEEP YOUR EYES ON THAT SKINNY SHYT!” she snarled in reference to Sammain. “SHE’S ABUSING THE RU--” The Englishwoman’s mouth snapped shut when she saw the knowing smirk on her antagonist’s face.
“Go on, Anna.” Autumn said softly. “I believe you were saying something important.”
“Go f*ck yourself.” Anna dropped to the floor and smacked both hands against the apron. “C’mon Caity, you got this bytch! Shake it off and rip her apart!”
Caity nodded once, that was all the response she could manage while also tending to her throbbing head and aching spine. Satisfied with the way things were going thus far, Sammain nudged the prone Californian onto her stomach, then stepped over so that a foot was planted close to each hip. The set-up was good but the position was all wrong, which explained why Sammain turned a quarter circle once she’d plucked Mason’s biceps from the mat. Now that Anna and Caity were facing each other once again, Autumn dropped into a deep crouch, the slim, but heavy curve of her buttocks snuggled in deep against the hollow of Mason’s back. Pulling Caity’s arms over her thighs, Autumn cupped her hands under the other brunette’s chin and wrenched her head back at a hateful angle.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Vv1BHt84e0
“Open your eyes, Caity.” the Joshi Phenom cooed when the Camel Clutch was barely five seconds old. “Look Anna straight in the eye and tell her just how badly I am going to F*CK HER UP.”
Mason couldn’t shake her head as emphatically as she would’ve liked, so she gathered her breath and offered her analysis. “Thhhuuu…. this chick’s not fit to carry your bags, Anna. I can’t wait to watch your ass swallow her OOOOWWWWWWW!”
Autumn twined her fingers in Caity’s hair and pulled with white-knuckled ferocity until the official threatened to make her break the hold. The tugging left Mason’s dark hair spilled over her forehead and face, so Sammain brushed it back and pulled it into a loose ponytail. “Had hair in your mouth, honey.” Autumn murmured. “Couldn’t make out what you were saying. Mind repeating it?”
“Anna’s gonna feed you your teeth, byCCCEEERRRGHHHHH!” Caity yowled with pain and surprise when the domineering brunette slipped the index fingers of both hands into her mouth and pulled back like she intended to peel the Californian’s pretty face off her skull.
“Bite her fingers! Bite her fingers right the hell off, baby! C’mon, you got this!” Sharpe did her best to sound like a coach but she couldn’t help acknowledging the note of pleading that’d crept in.
The referee was quick to chide Sammain about the fishhooks and she pulled them loose without complaint. Returning her hands to Mason’s chin, she wrenched back on her neck and lowered her own head to better whisper in Caity’s ear. “You think if you taunt me enough I’ll snap and finish you off that much faster? I don’t think so, cupcake. See, you’re what we in the industry refer to as ‘bikini meat’. Yeah, you take a hot selfie in the gym and you look great in a wrestling inspired photo-shoot, but when the bell actually rings? You’re just there to get your ass kicked up between your ears. Here’s another bit of insider information to mull over…” Sammain leaned in even closer and slooooooowly ran the tip of her tongue up the lobe of Mason’s ear. “There’s only one thing wrestling fans love more than watching a good girl battle back from an ass kicking. That’s watching an arrogant slut getting humbled all night long!”
“I’m gonna kill you, Sammain.” Caity wriggled her arms and bicycled her legs in a desperate attempt to get free of the Camel Clutch. “I hate to deny Anna anything, but she’s gonna have to settle for watching me AAAAWWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHHHK!”
“Squeal in agony?” Autumn asked as she crooked her fingers into hooks and gouged them into the Californian’s eyes. “Bawl for mercy? Wail at the top of your lungs? Answer me, Mason!”
The Dragon would’ve kept right on snarking if the ref hadn’t crouched down beside the action and barked, “All right Autumn, that’s enough of that! Get off her eyes right now!”
Autumn let loose, ran one hand through Caity’s hair and cupped the other under her chin so that her flushed face was pointing straight at Sharpe. “What do you say, Anna? Should I get my fingers out of your tramp’s eyes? Or is she too tough to need protection in a fake fight?”
Remarkably quiet despite the apoplectic rage stamped on her pretty face, Anna Sharpe said, “I swear to God, Sammain, if lay another finger on her, I’ll--”
Sammain pulled Caity’s head back and looked down to better meet her half-lidded eyes. “Anna wants to throw in the towel for you, Caity. Is that what you want?”
“Nuuuuhhhh…. no.” Mason groaned. “Guuuhhh…. get offa me.”
“You want me off, honey? Then crawl. Crawl to those ropes because they are the ONLY thing that’ll keep me from breaking your goddamned neck.” On the heels of that rather chilling promise she shrugged Mason’s arms off her thighs, then slapped the back of her head once, twice, three times. “Crawl, Caity. Crawl. CRAWL!”
Hating the sound of that bytch’s voice even more than she hated the weight on the small of her back, Mason gouged her hands into the mat, pushed up as best she could and started to close the distance between herself and the ropes.
Outside, Anna smacked the apron with both hands. “That’s it baby, follow my voice! Just get over here and that tramp’s gotta let you go!”
Autumn smiled coldly. “There ya go, Sharpe. You’re finally starting to learn.”
Doing her best to ignore Sammain and keep her eyes on her FWB, Anna slapped the apron once again in encouragement. But with the Dragon's weight on her back Mason's progress was excruciatingly slow, and it took all of Sharpe's self-control not to climb into the ring and deal with Sammain herself. Finally Caity reached out her right arm and wrapped her fingers round the bottom rope, only this time Autumn stayed aboard.
“Get the hell OFFAACCCKK!” Having managed to hook both arms over the rubber-coated steel, the grounded brunette's protests were cut off when Autumn pressed both forearms against the back of her neck, her erstwhile salvation being used to choke her. Sammain kept it up through a count of 'FOUR' before rising with a dismissive slap of the Best Coaster's wriggling rump.
As Anna tended to her gasping partner Autumn loitered in trash-talking range, one arm draped over the top rope. “Kinda surprised you haven't tried rescuing your skank, Sharpe. The only thing stopping you is the rules, and you think the rules are bullshyt, don't you? Unless you figured out what I'd do to you if you came after me.”
“I promise you Cait. I will bring this bytch back to you in chunks.” Anna wiped a shiny tear from Caity's eye as she whispered her vow quietly enough that no one else could hear it. Lifting her head, she stared up at the grinning Joshi Phenom and this time she raised her voice loud and clear. “The reason I haven't come after you, as you put it, is because this is Caity's fight and she asked me to stay out of it. And when people you care about ask something of you, you respect that. But then how would you know?”
The grin froze on Autumn's face at that last part. “What's that supposed to mean?” she said, gripping the rope tight.
“You don't have people who care about you, do you? Your parents dumped you on a doorstep rather than raise you themselves. Some might call them cruel but I'd rather say prescient given what you've grown up to become.” Sharpe's lip curled with satisfaction as she saw the blood drain from the Dragon's face like someone had attached a pump.
“You think you caAAGGHH!” With both Autumn and the official distracted, Mason had crawled behind Sammain's back and curled a wicked forearm up between her legs. Autumn dropped to her knees and Caity rose right up to meet her, pulling her down into an Inverted Facelock that wasn't a million miles from the previously threatened pit-on-face smothering. With the Joshi Phenom's legs folded under her butt her upturned torso made a target too inviting to pass up.
Giving her captured foe a quick shake, Mason walked her fingers along Sammain's fat-free belly up to the rim of her sports bra and then sliding underneath. “'Bikini meat' am I?” The taunt had stuck in her mind. Savagely she TWIIISTED Autumn's nipple. “I get why you want to think that, bitch.” TWIST. “If someone as out-of-this-world HOT as me can kick ass, then really...” TWIST. “Where does that leave you?”
Throughout her monologue Caity had been ducking and weaving to try avoid Autumn's claws, which were reaching blindly for her face. Finally she bit down on a finger that had strayed too close to her mouth, which brought in the official. “C'mon Caity. Lay off the biting.”
Down on the floor Anna yelled for the guy's attention. “Hey, where were you when that skinny slut was biting her ear? Arsehole.”
But Mason spat out her mouthful of digit without complaint. “Don't worry baby. She even tastes fugly.” Still with her pincer grip on Autumn's nipple, the rookie climbed to her feet, pulling Sammain along with her. “Up you get pit-sniffeEEYY!” But suffering though she might be, the Dragon's fire was a long way from extinguished, and as Caity lifted her she kicked up off the mat and extended her legs, bouncing her ankles off the top rope to send her lithe frame looping up and over and down behind her foe, tearing loose of Mason's grip on her neck in the process. While the fans were still cheering the incredible display of gymnastics she snaked her arms beneath Caity's and established a Full Nelson on her disoriented rival.
“If you don't like bikini meat then how about jerk-off material?” Autumn hissed, jostling Caity in the hold. “Let's see how fucking hot you are modeling a neck brace.” Grunting with effort she THUMPED Mason on her head with a Dragon Suplex that could have ended in a pin attempt if she hadn't allowed the Best Coaster to sprawl to her side on the mat. Climbing back to her feet feeling much happier with life, Sammain noted with contempt that Mason hadn't bothered straightening out her bottoms after the earlier wedgie, which meant a good part of her ass was still bare. “Slut.”
“F*ck you,” Caity mumbled from within the cocoon of her arms, which were wrapped round her aching head.
The Joshi Phenom drew a foot back, apparently looking to kick the sass out of her vulnerable adversary. But a better idea must’ve crossed her mind because she abruptly dropped to her knees and grabbed Mason at shoulder and hip. Pulling the other brunette onto her back, Sammain slid her right shin into place across Caity’s throat and leaned down. Denied air, the catfighter kicked and writhed, clawing at Autumn’s battle hardened thigh to no effect.
“C’mon ref!” Anna barked from the floor. “Get that bytch off her neck!” To her credit, Sharpe was fully aware of the irony of her position, she just chose to ignore it. If the fake cheerleaders and the fake ninja could use those bullshyt rules to save their asses, Caity could too.
The ref had noted the infraction at once and called Autumn out for it after only a few seconds. She nodded in understanding, but instead of ending the illegal tactic she curled her left hand into a claw, snatched hold of Mason’s waistband and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked it up and out in a heartless inverted wedgie that forced the squealing tyro onto her tiptoes in an agonizing arch.
Ever cognizant of the ref’s count without acknowledging it in the slightest, Sammain waggled the makeshift thong back n’ forth and cooed, “Got an idea for your outfit, loser. Dark blue bottoms with ‘SPAM’ written across the seat in big yellow letters. Because that’s all you are, Mason. Meat for the Dragon.”
‘FOUR!’ brought an end to both tortures and Anna had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from muttering an audible ‘Thank God’. Mason was grateful too, she just didn’t have time to thank anyone because she was too busy sucking wind and trying to pluck her traitorous togs from clefts both fore and aft. She was starting to breathe the tiniest bit easier when cool, steely fingers plunged into her hair. Pulling hard enough to earn a pained yelp, Autumn shifted her attention from Caity to Anna. “One chance, Sharpe. Tell the referee to call it off and I won’t lay another finger on her. But if anything else passes your lips… well… what happens next is on you.”
Anna Sharpe locked eyes with Autumn Sammain for nearly ten seconds before she returned her attention to Caity Mason. “You got this, baby.” she smacked the canvas for emphasis. “Shake it off and show that flat-arsed slag how you finish fights.”
Sammain sighed softly and shook her head. “Eyes on me, Sharpe. See what you’ve done.”
On her feet in an instant, the limber battler hauled Caity up alongside and quickly transitioned to a perfectly legal Wristlock. Aiming the Best Coaster at the corner closest to her FWB, Autumn stepped away from her prey, dropped a shoulder and sent Mason on her way with a ridiculously stiff Irish Whip. Given the punishment absorbed and the proximity of the turnbuckles, an experienced grappler would’ve been hard-pressed to spin around in time. Caity never stood a chance. She BWUUUNGED into the top turnbuckle chest-first and bounced out almost as fast, her pretty features transformed into something haggard by the shock and hurt.
Behind her, Autumn waited with both arms spread wide. Snagging a handful of waistband when Mason got within reaching distance, Sammain drew her close, then reached between Caity’s thighs and laid claim to her left wrist. This she pulled through Mason’s parted stems before switching control from left hand to right. Pumphandle secure, she pressed in against Caity’s back and curled her free arm around opposing throat. No glance to Sharpe this time around, Sammain only dropped her hips and popped ‘em twice as hard to toss the wilting ingénue up, over and down onto her back courtesy of a Pumphandle Exploder. Mason bounced a good four inches, flopped over onto her belly and made it another half turn before exhaustion and aches left her stretched out on one side.
PUMPHANDLE EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=614dPDW-qFk
Though the FAWNatics had no real love for Caity and Anna, more than a few expressed murmured concern when Sammain peeled the former off the mat without even considering a cover. Their mood grew no brighter when the Gaijin Extraordinaire pulled Caity in close and forced the brunette’s left wrist between her thighs. Sammain reached around Mason’s right thigh from the back, clamped down on the exposed wrist and pulled it on through to complete a variant on the Pumphandle, this one from head on. Just cogent enough to understand that she was in serious trouble, Caity shook her head ‘no’ and tried to drive the point of her right elbow into the side of Autumn’s head. The resistance was minimal, in no way enough for the task at hand, yet an expression crossed Sammain’s face that might’ve been the ghost of respect. Dipping under the Californian’s right arm, she laced her own right arm across Caity’s chest and squeezed the nape of her neck in a white-knuckle grip. “Maybe you’re not a quitter after all, Mason.” she whispered in Caity’s ear. “But you’re still finished.”
WRIST-CLUTCH EXPLODER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMLZ0rJsiJo
With that she hoisted her burden up n’ over, then laid out on her back to drop Mason squarely on the back of her head and neck. The THAWHAM that punctuated the Wrist-Clutch Exploder drew a sympathetic groan from the crowd and hateful, thin-lipped silence from Sharpe. Forcing herself to look away from the starfished wreckage of her friend, the Englishwoman met Sammain’s gaze and growled, “Just pin her, you bytch. She’s defenseless.”
“So was Winter. And Allie. And Frankie. Didn’t stop you, did it, Anna? Still, this one shouldn’t have to suffer for your arrogance.”
Sammain slid forward into a Crossbody, hooked the far leg and pulled Caity’s knee up to her chin while the ref counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Dragon of Tokyo tossed the limb aside, buried both hands in Mason’s hair and forced her to knock-kneed verticality. “YOU SPITEFUL CUNT!” Anna went from the floor to the apron in a single bound, she would’ve been in the ring if the official hadn’t moved to intercept. “I’LL END YOU FOR THIS!”
Autumn paid her no mind, she was already snuggled in on Mason’s six with some seriously bad intentions. Slinging Caity’s right arm across her shoulders, Sammain crooked her left arm around the other brunette’s neck and slipped her right hand between Mason’s gams for a rude grip on her undercarriage. Offering Sharpe the smallest of smiles when the trap was set, the Joshi Phenom ripped Mason off her feet and dumped her into a tummy-first landing atop her right shoulder. Autumn wrapped an arm around her waist and cupped a hand across the back of her neck in the span between heartbeats, then she sat out and THWHONKED Caity on the crown of her skull with a nasty twist on the Autumn Rain.
'FIERY' AUTUMN RAIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQ0R6NBeeu8
Spreadeagled for the second time in as many minutes, Mason *barely* registered the weight of Sammain’s ass on her forehead, but she did voice the softest of groans when the other brunette pinched her nose with a hands-free squeeze. Sinewy stems spread in a perfect split. Autumn pressed her hands to Caity’s gulping tummy and enjoyed a slow ride timed to the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Autumn somersaulted away and popped to her feet at once, a wise course considering Anna Sharpe was already under the bottom rope.
“I'm so sorry Cait.” Sliding to her knees next to Mason's upturned head, Anna gathered her girl up in her arms and whispered an apology into sweaty brunette hair, stroking a few stray strands away from the beaten rookie's face. Caity's mumbled response was indecipherable but at least showed she was conscious, so Anna gently lowered her head back to the mat. Only then did Sharpe turn her attention to the victorious Joshi Phenom. Wordlessly, the Brit pushed up out of a sprinter's crouch and flung herself at Sammain, who braced for the impact with an anticipatory growl.
Soaking up a couple of body shots as she was backing up, Autumn wormed her arms in underneath Anna's and was able to spin Sharpe into the ropes. “Lesson's not over yet,” she hissed, in close for the first time with her newest rival.
“No shyt, bytch. Your lesson's just getting sta-MMMPPHH.” The hard, passionless kiss turned the volume in the arena up to levels usually only Spinal Tap could reach. Bewildered by the unexpected assault – Anna had been ready for most things but not for that – Sharpe stopped brawling, and before she knew what was happening Autumn's nimble fingers had looped the middle rope around her outstretched arms, pinning her in place.
Trap sprung, Sammain broke the kiss and stepped away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Smirking as she watched the Englishwoman's fruitless attempts to shake free, she sat down cross legged on the mat beside the still splayed out Caity. “Remember Sharpe, I warned you.”
“Pussy.” Anna spat the taste of Dragon from her mouth as she thrashed in her bonds. She'd seen video of wrestlers caught like this and assumed they were faking – it looked too inconsequential to restrain anyone for long. But after another round of shaking got her nowhere beyond feeling she might dislocate her shoulders she screamed in frustration. “FUUUCCKK! Don't you even THINK about touching her Sammain.”
Already way beyond just thinking about it, Autumn made short work of removing Caity's top, which coupled with the earlier kiss had any doubters in the crowd right back on her side. “There. You earned your money for the night.” She patted Mason's cheek. Tempted to give the Cali catfighter's rack a quick squeeze as well, if only to see whether Anna might spontaneously combust, Sammain settled instead for pulling her vanquished foe into her lap, belly down and ass up. “I want you to count to…. let's say eight, Sharpe. One for each time you failed to qualify for Wimbledon.”
By FAWN standards the first spank was gentle, just enough to set Caity's buttocks jiggling inside her bottoms. Sammain waited, staring at the woman she'd trapped in the ropes. “You bytch,” Anna said quietly.
“Just the number, Sharpe.”
“One.”
“Good.” SMACK!
“Two.” SMACK! They'd reached six when Autumn put a little more wrist action into her delivery. Caity hissed in pain, lifting her weary head off the mat. Her eyes blinked open, meeting her FWB's, and suddenly Anna couldn't stand it. “Sammain you cunt. Untie me and get the f*ck away from her NOW!” Another bout of shaking and thrashing followed, leaving the Brit flushed and panting but still trapped.
The Dragon was unmoved. Unimpressed. Any number of words starting with 'un'. “I told you no editorializing.” She used her fingers to trace Caity's narrow waist and flaring hip. Tugging the Best Coaster's bottoms down to thigh height Sammain raised her hand, the size of the implied swing suggesting Mason could give up on any thoughts of sitting comfortably. “Now we pick a different number. Remind me, what was your highest ever ranking?”
Without waiting for an answer – it was 185. January of 2012 – Autumn started spanking again, real butt-reddening WHACKS this time. Silent through Caity's wailing and Anna's threats and the ref's ineffectual protests, she spanked away on Mason's booty. Only a human river of officialdom pouring down the aisle made her stop. Shoving the sobbing rookie out of her lap, she popped back to her feet and flicked her skirt into place.
“Leave.” Anna's voice was hoarse from yelling. She stared into Autumn's face, no longer bothering to try shake loose. As the ring filled up with people Autumn stayed rooted to the spot, an icy green rock in the middle of that black & white tide.
“One question, Sharpe. Answer honestly and I’ll Mason to your tender ministrations. Do we have an agreement?”
Anna dipped her head ever so slightly. “Ask it, cunt.”
“Does this… all of this,” she gestured to the fans, to the officials, to the smoldering ruin of Caity Mason. “Does it feel FAKE? Does the fury pounding away in your temples feel any less genuine than all those times you got your ass blown off the tennis court? Go on and speak up. I’d love to have the perspective of a, ahem, REAL fighter.” The ‘r’ word almost crumpled under the weight of Autumn’s scorn, but it held up long enough to reach Sharpe’s burning ears.
Anna almost didn’t answer, but in the end she did. She simply couldn’t let Sammain get the last word, not after what she’d done to Caity. “Come over here and let me out.” she said quietly. “I’ll show you exactly how I feel.”
The Dragon of Tokyo offered her a hateful smile. “Next time,” she said, before slipping through the ropes to the apron where she bellowed her familiar war cry to the still buzzing crowd, then making her way to the back.
