Post by alyadmirer on May 18, 2016 22:04:18 GMT
“Introducing first, from Islington, London, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred thirty pounds, ANNA SHARPE!”
Anna thought she heard a particular emphasis on her last name, after what she'd been told was an administrative fuck-up meant her first run of merchandise misspelled it by leaving off the 'E'. Not that she was expecting any rush to buy her gear even if they had got her name right.
She walked out in black racerback tank and matching yoga shorts – she'd thought for a brief time about wearing something more eyecatching, that maybe there was something to the idea that you could dress to intimidate the opposition. But when the opposition was Sammain, whose best feature was a pair of pipecleaner legs, Anna was pretty sure she could have come out in a sack and still won that contest.
ANNA SHARPE:
She reached the ring just at the point where the refrain in her entrance music changed. “I'm not like everybody else,” she said quietly in accompaniment, before rolling under the bottom rope and into the ring. Her mind raced with thoughts of her recent talk with Caity, back in the dressing room. “This isn't about me, okay? That skank tried to make it that way because she sees that what a threat you are to this shythole, and this shythole is all she has. What you need to do is beat her up and then on to the next one. I'll deal with what she did myself.”
Good advice, but as Anna waited for the Dragon, she wasn't sure if there was any chance of her heeding it.
Anna was still jawing with several of the first row losers when the house lights went out. Cheers, lighters and phones rose to pierce the gloom, those faithful Acolytes of the Dragon proving their devotion even before ‘Clap For The Killers’ beat through the speakers. Growing all the louder when their heroine brushed through the curtain, the FAWNatics started to chant, ‘KICK HER ASS!’ over and over and over again.
Once the noise died down (at least a little) the Announcer did his thing. “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!”
Eerily composed despite the pride at stake in tonight‘s battle, the Gaijin Extraordinaire 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 electric green slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green 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 trained her eyes on the ring and smiled. “You’re mine, bytch.”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Promise made, she started down the aisle.
Swatting palms with the few fans who leaned out far enough to reach her, Sammain never let her attention waiver from Anna Sharpe. For all the Englishwoman’s smarmy condescension she’d talked to enough of her old tennis adversaries to know she was quite willing to jump someone from behind. Especially when she felt threatened. But Sharpe didn’t leave her place on the buckles, leaving Autumn a clear path up the steel steps and through the ropes. Storming to the center of the squared circle, she stared a hole through Anna as she raised a fist to the rafters. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of green and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “See that, Sharpe?” she asked over the din of the crowd. “That’s what it looks like when you’re good enough to make fans care about your career. You should try it some time.”
Sharpe snorted, mouthed something unprintable and leaned back against the corner to keep herself from pounding the brunette to paste before the bell sounded. Forced to wait the tiniest bit longer to claim her prize, Autumn backed into the opposite corner and offered her boots and pads to Al Carpenter when he made his final inspection.
Autumn, who’d leaned forward so far she had to grip the top rope in both hands to maintain her balance, stormed out of the corner as soon as the bell sounded. On the far side, Anna Sharpe did the same. The Englishwoman didn’t quite run, but the languid ‘this chick’s not on my level’ attitude that’d come to characterize the first month of her FAWN career was utterly absent. Closing rapidly on the woman who’d not only punished, but humiliated her only friend in this miserable cesspool, Sharpe raised her fists to shoulder level and lashed out with a right hook that whipped through the spot occupied by Sammain’s jaw a heartbeat prior.
Autumn dipped beneath the strike and while she didn’t counterattack on her way by, she laid her fingers on the blonde’s hip and trailed them across and around, the ghost of a pat more than enough to let Sharpe know it could’ve been much, much worse. Anna hissed, whipped around and pressed the attack with no less than a dozen lefts and rights aimed at the brunette’s lithe torso. The Joshi Phenom met them without comment, her arms kept low and angled against her ribs as she adjusted to absorb the worst of Sharpe’s force. Aware that she was doing little in the way of damage, Anna shifted her focus north in search of more-- Autumn twisted around in a lightning fast circle, flicked out her right hand and PWAAAKED the newcomer’s cheek with a savage Uraken.
URAKEN @ 00:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aft8Qs4xvg
Sharpe’s head snapped backward and the rest of her followed thereafter, the powerful battler landing flat on her back in a surprised sprawl. The crowd cheered uproariously, but Sammain paid it no mind, her dark eyes were still locked on the blonde. “Up, Sharpe.” she demanded. “Get off your ass and fight me.”
Far more stunned than actually hurt by the blow, Anna reacted to Autumn’s voice like a whiff of smelling salts and she scrambled off the canvas with fire in her eyes. “You don’t really wanna fight, bytch.” the Englishwoman noted as she started to circle her rival. “If you did, you wouldn’t be dancing all over this ring.”
“I’m not hiding punk, you’re just slow. No wonder you were such a shytty tennis play--”
Anna got three steps of running start before she lashed out with a high kick that would’ve taken the Dragon’s head off if Sammain hadn’t caught her at the ankle. No rejoinder from Sammain, she merely tossed Anna’s captured leg to one side, forcing the blonde spin around in a half circle. Against another opponent Autumn might’ve taken their back with a Rear Naked Choke or dumped them on the back of their head with a German Suplex. But Anna Sharpe needed to learn a lesson, namely that you didn’t have to beat a girl senseless to embarrass her.
That’s why she flicked out a hand, caught a bit of Brit buttock between thumb and forefinger and pinched as hard as she could.
Anna yelped, stamped away and focused her ire on the official. “Are you going to let her get away with that crap?” she barked.
Al Carpenter kept his expression carefully neutral. “Yeah, I am. My job is to keep the two of you from killing each other, protecting your pride is your job. You don’t want her pinching your ass? Don’t show her your ass.”
“F*cker.” Sharpe rounded on Sammain and raised her hands again, not for more pugilistics, but an invitation to grapple. “This what you want, Sammain? You want to WRESTLE? Then get your skinny arse over here and let’s wrestle.”
Autumn smiled faintly, shook her head ‘no’. “I don’t think so, Sharpe. This is MY house. My court. My RING. You’re the one who needs to prove yourself.” The Gaijin Extraordinaire raised her right hand high overhead and curled her fingers in Sharpe’s direction. “So step up and show me you’re more than a two-sport failure.”
Anna clenched her teeth so hard it hurt her jaw. She’d never encountered a woman who infuriated her the way Sammain did. After a moment she nodded her head. “Fine. Get ready to kneel, bytch.”
With that she strode over and lifted her hand to Autumn’s, their palms meeting with a hard little smack. They mirrored the process with their other hand, then squeezed hard enough to show white at the knuckle. Eyes and fingers locked, Sharpe and Sammain poured their considerable power into the Test of Strength in hopes of forcing the other to a mewling, groveling penance on the canvas before them.
For all the many different opportunities their position offered, the one both Anna and Autumn initially seemed most interested in was the chance to get in close and release some of the hate they had stored up for each other. “You got lucky in your last career, Sharpe. Your failed so completely no-one took notice. There's hardly even video of it.” With their noses at Eskimo distance Autumn could keep her voice low, but what was most notable was the absence of strain, even as she poured so much of her energy into the Test. “Every second of this is on camera though. Fail here and it's out there forever.”
Snatching their hands down until their bodies made two halves of a 'T' and their chests bumped together, Anna hissed her reply. “And thank fuck it is recorded. Because the beating you're owed is going to leave such a nasty concussion the only way you'll remember it is from watching the DVD.”
“I've been threatened by better women than you before, bitch,” Autumn answered with a scornful snort at the thought of just how long a list that would be. But the brief loss of concentration ended up costing her. With a well-practiced jerk of the head Anna butted Sammain on the bridge of the nose. After pulling her hands loose of the Test, she shoved the brunette hard in the shoulders to create some distance, then brought her right arm up and BLASTED Autumn across the upper chest with a Lariat.
Although Sammain hit the canvas shoulders first, still the landing was violent enough to send her rolling heels over head to finish up belly down. Beginning the work of making good on her promise to leave the Joshi Phenom piecing together her night via replay, Sharpe stomped Autumn's head until the brunette's arms came up to form a protective 'X' around her skull. The shift in position got a grim smile of satisfaction from the Brit, and she quickly crouched down and curled her arms under Sammain's armpits, dragging her prey the short distance to the ring edge. Once Autumn's throat was on the bottom rope Anna took a seat on the back of her neck.
“You arrogant cunt. A test of strength? I was a professional athlete. I suppose you'd think you could beat a greyhound in a sprint as well?" Sharpe bore down with her gym-tight rear end, relishing the choking gurgle that brought about from below. “You know power comes from your lower body? From your legs and your bum. Uh-huh, that bony lump you're so ashamed of that you keep it covered up.” Flipping Autumn's skirt up she gave the Gaijin Extraordinaire’s far from extraordinary booty a retaliatory pinch, and only then did she realize the official was already underway with a count. “So she can grab me but I can't grab her? Seems fair.”
“Nothing unfair about it Anna. Grab whatever you like but you're choking her and she's in the ropes and that's gonna get my attention.”
At 'FOUR', Anna vacated her perch on the gasping brunette and took a quick step forward, staring hard at Carpenter. Uninterested as she was in her co-workers, she nevertheless knew enough to be aware who their designated ref was dating, and that knowledge had given her some dark thoughts regarding his impartiality. “If your bleached slut promised you a threesome for helping her friend then you got tricked. From the way that she kisses Autumn wouldn't have a clue what to do with it.”
“The ref's are here for your protection, cunt.” Sammain's retort was expected, but that she delivered it from an upright position wasn't. Whirling round, Anna was met with a Bitch Slap that had all of Autumn's fury behind it. “You might not know you're out of your depth yet but everyone else in this building damn sure does.”
Sharpe heard the words through the ringing in her ears, yet the meaning didn’t really register. It was just more unimportant quacking coming from the skinny bitch who’d mugged Caity. Growling low in the back of her throat, the Englishwoman curled her right hand into a fist and stepped into a looping Haymaker aimed straight for Sammain’s--
Autumn leaned heavily on her left leg to bring the right one arcing up n’ around, a beautiful Roundhouse that smacked her shin into the blonde’s forearm. Anna grimaced and stepped back, or at least she would have if the brunette hadn’t snatched a huge handful of her tank-top and reeled her in close. Welcoming her rival with open arms, Sammain crooked the right around the back of Sharpe’s neck and slid the left under the other woman’s right armpit. Hands locked in a tight little knot between Anna’s shoulders, the Dragon of Tokyo spiked a mean little Kneelift into opposing tummy and drew her coil all the tighter. “Gotcha, bytch.” the words were still on Autumn’s lips when she dipped her knees and popped her hips, the explosive torque more than enough to sling the brash newcomer up, over and DOWN onto her back!
HEAD & ARM SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fz4phjXJExY
Eyes clenched, jaw hanging open, Sharpe sat up and pressed one hand to the small of her back while the other braced against the thinly-sheathed plywood. She’d just started to draw air back into her lungs when the Joshi Phenom slithered in on her six and threaded sinewy strong legs around her waist. Anna thought ‘SCISSORS!’ and went to push at the brunette’s knees only to find the effort foiled by a surprisingly brawny full Nelson.
Snugged in tight against the tuff tyro’s back, Autumn pressssssssssssed down on the base of Anna’s skull, slowly but surely forcing the tip of the Briton’s chin into her own décolletage. To make matters worse, the Dragon laid her thighs over Sharpe’s, then hooked her ankles in underneath. The result was a seated Wishbone, one that put incredible strain on Sharpe’s hamstrings and perhaps more importantly, showed off her trunks to one side of the packed arena.
Pretty faced strained with equal parts pain and anger, Sharpe squirmed legs and hips in hopes of freeing herself, but Autumn only thrust closer to her rump and spread the hold a little wider. After several seconds of hateful silence, she huffed, “You really think you’re gonna embarrass a submission out of me, slut?”
Autumn didn’t bother to shake her head, her cheek was already pressed against the side of Sharpe’s skull. “No I don’t, princess. Just thought I’d show the FAWNatics they might have a shot with Mason. Because if that chick is satisfied by the likes of you, I’m guessing anyone can EEERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Anna filled her hands with Autumn’s hair and pulled with the intention of snatching her rival bald. “Mention her name one more time and you’ll never stop screaming.”
Sammain started to answer, was interrupted by Al Carpenter. “Off her hair, Sharpe. You’re better than--”
“Don’t waste your breath, Al.” the Gaijin Extraordinaire muttered. “I’ll handle this myself.” Shifting her hands slightly, Autumn managed to bundle both of Sharpe’s biceps in the crook of her left arm. It lessened the pain in her hair somewhat, but that was hardly the point. Freeing her right hand, that was the point. “Let go of my hair, Anna.” the brunette murmured in the blonde’s ear. “Let go or you’ll suffer.”
“Go fuck yourself, slUUUURRRRHHHH FAAAAAHHHKING BYTCH!”
Sammain slipped her hand through the right armhole of Anna’s racerback tank and introduced her to the pincer grip that’d made Caity wail at March for War. “Ready to let go of my hair?” she asked after five terrible, tweasing seconds.
“PISS OFF!” Sharpe bellowed even as she filled her greedy claws with more of Autumn’s dark locks.
Gritting her teeth to deal with the hurt, Autumn removed the pincer, then sent her talon south and affixed it between the Briton’s thighs with white-knuckled ferocity. Anna screamed bloody murder, clearly in the first true anguish of her FAWN career. Autumn soaked it all in even as she continued her mauling.
“I beat Sue Burlingame.” she explained to Sharpe. “I hurt Leah Montoya. You, Anna Sharpe? I am going to HUMILIATE you.”
“Like hell you ar-eeep.” Panting with the effort of controlling the pain, Sharpe had almost gotten through her retort when a particularly vicious twist had her trailing off into an undignified squeak, and the unequal contest between hair pull and crotch claw ended shortly after when she gave up the former to try rid herself of the latter. But Autumn let go of her own volition, unhooking her lower limbs from the Englishwoman's and pushing to her feet. Drawing back a leg she gave her foe an unwelcome reminder of home with a Soccer Kick that had Anna reaching for the impact spot between her shoulders, mouth hanging open in anguish.
“So you can do something right,” Autumn murmured, snatching the Brit's conveniently presented right arm at the wrist and extending it to its full length before dropping to her butt. She used her calf to force Sharpe to her back, and by that point although Anna knew what was coming she was too late to stop it, as Sammain wrapped her legs around the captured arm and crossed them at the ankles. “Got a decision to make now, haven't you?” The Jujigatame was a staple of the Joshi Phenom's offense and it wasn't by mistake she'd applied it in grabbing distance of the ropes rather than in the center of the ring.
“AAAAGGGHHH.” Aware of a significant subset of the crowd urging her to quit, Anna kicked her feet against the mat and shut her eyes. When she opened them the first thing she saw was the bottom rope. Biting her lip as another sizzle of pain ran up her trapped limb, she reached out and extended her fingers for salvation when she heard Sammain's voice above the din.
“Pussy.”
She went statue still.
In the moment Autumn truly didn't know how she wanted Sharpe to respond. And Anna didn't immediately know how she would, either. Part of her knew she was being played by Sammain and the only sensible thing to do was take hold of the rope and wait to be given her freedom. But another part wanted to tear Autumn into tiny little pieces of Joshi Sushi.
In the end she gritted her teeth and squirmed until she was up in tight to the brunette. Opening her mouth around an unappetizing portion of pale thigh she bit down hard, while simultaneously using her free hand to push at Sammain's ankles.
Autumn could have maintained the hold, after all she'd been bitten plenty before, and at any rate the official would soon deal with such blatant cheating. But she'd promised the Englishwoman humiliation… Crunching to a vertical she slipped two fingers inside Anna's nostrils and pulled to tear the nose off her face.
“Come on Autumn. Both of you.” Appealing to Sammain first on the basis that she was the more reasonable of the two, Carpenter nevertheless got no response, unless Anna using her good arm to snag a handful of Autumn's sweat-dampened hair counted as a response.
“Bitch's turned rabid. Needs putting down,” Sammain hissed, reaching for a hair-hold of her own. It took the threat of a double DQ and most of the subsequent count before they gave up their various illegalities. Anna rolled out from beneath Autumn's legs and they scrambled quickly to their feet.
Wiping the back of her arm across her mouth to get rid of the worst of the other woman's taste, Sharpe shook her head. “Promised Caity I'd open up your forehead. And yet here you are still relatively pristine.”
Autumn smiled grimly at the threat. Done inspecting the dental imprint on her thigh, she extended her palms in a beckoning gesture. "Come on then, Sharpe. Give a girl what she wants."
Anna raised her fists and leaned forward slightly, the stance of someone who’d actually taken boxing lessons for combat, rather than cardio. Autumn answered with her own stance, both hands open and slightly curved, the right up beside her chin while the left was held out to parry any of the blonde’s advances. “What are you waiting for, Sharpe?” Sammain asked. “Need me to lower the defenses so you can take a free--”
The black-clad powerhouse dove on her foe, attacking with a lightning fast series of jabs that would’ve dented Autumn’s chin if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t kicked it into reverse as Sharpe closed the gap. It was a withering barrage to say the least, yet Sammain endured it with nothing more than a small, tense frown and even that vanished when she slipped a snappy hook and CRAAACKED an open-palmed Slap against her foe’s cheek. Anna’s head swiveled to one side, though she didn’t give so much as an inch of ground. “You only LOOK tough, Anna.” Sammain told the seething lovely. “You slap like any other piece of bikini ERRGGHH NNNGGHHH!”
Sharpe snatched a handful of the brunette’s hair and jerked her forward into a Headbutt that THWHUNKED against the bridge of her foe’s nose. It would’ve dropped any of Anna’s previous FAWN foes, but Autumn only stumbled and shook her head. That was fine though, that’s exactly what Sharpe wanted. Coming in low and fast, the ballistic Briton slammed a shoulder into Sammain’s tummy, wrapped her arms around opposing hips and plowed on at a sharp diagonal until the Dragon’s supple frame BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles.
Caity had suggested that getting Autumn’s arms out of the way would give Anna a few more free shots, but the blonde was too angry to bother with such strategic vagaries. Rather she dipped her head, forced the crown of her skull in against Sammain’s tits and pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a heavy series of body shots into the grunting bendyback’s rapidly pinking torso. Sharpe was still pounding away when Carpenter strode over and tapped her on the shoulder. “That’s enough, Sharpe. Get her out of the corner.”
To his surprise, Anna ceased her assault without need of further prompting. That didn’t mean Autumn was in the clear however, not by a long shot. Eager to dish out a little humiliation of her own, Anna wrapped a hand around Sammain’s throat and SQUEEEEEEEEZED. Then she leaned in close, stuck out her tongue and licked the brunette from chin to jawline.
“Caity’s right,” she cooed, “you DO taste fugly.”
Mindful of the ref’s nattering, Anna raised her head slightly and channeled Adelaide Brewster by chomping down on her nemesis’s forehead. Autumn squealed in a most satisfying fashion and Carpenter started counting in earnest, forcing the Englishwoman to break off at ‘THREE!’ Backing off with arms spread wide, Anna licked her lips and taunted, “Red’s a good look on you, slut. Think I’ll dress you in more of NNNGGHHH!”
Sammain didn’t have to check her brow for blood, she could feel a little rill trickling down her face. That’s why there was no warning when the Gaijin Extraordinaire snapped off a straight high kick, her heel THWHUNKING into Sharpe’s chin. Sharpe stumbled backward and unlike the brunette, she put a hand to her now bloodied lower lip. “Don’t worry honey, I’m not going to bloody you too badly.” Autumn explained. “After all, I don’t wanna mess up my trunks when I’m sitting on your faEEERGGHHHH!”
Anna exploded forward with her left arm extended in a Clothesline that THWHAPPED against her foe’s clavicle. “You are so f*cking delusional.” Sharpe growled as she wrapped her arms around Sammain’s waist and dragged her out of the buckles. “I’ll set you right though, pussy. Begging into my trunks tends to do that to a bytch.”
Hands locked against the small of Autumn’s back, Anna squeezed for all she was worth and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, thus hoisting Sammain up onto her tiptoes in a crushing Bear Hug!
During Act One of her career, Anna had hugged the fight out of plenty of opponents in the locker rooms brawls she so often precipitated post-match. She hadn't let up then, even when they'd pleaded for release – she 'd wanted their drooling humiliation as vengeance for the thrashings she'd taken out on the court. So there was a familiarity to this that there hadn't been to a lot of her in-ring experience – Sammain wore the panty-flashing skirt that was the uniform of the trampier pros, too – though the Brit missed the echoing clang of body-on-metal impact; someday she'd have to get Autumn properly acquainted with FAWN's locker doors.
“Shouldn't have left me my hand, Sharpe.” The Dragon's right arm was pinned to her side by the Hug but her left was still free, and she lifted it up and extended it outward. “You saw what my palm did to your girl's ass.”
Given the awkwardness of her position Sammain got more whip than seemed possible into the one-handed Bell Ringer. It was enough to leave a lingering buzz, but it wasn't enough to throw Anna off, not when she finally had her foe where she wanted her. “Bytch you have no idea,” she hissed. “You're going to spend so much time with your face in Caity's tits it'll make me jealous.”
Crouching low, she worked the brunette up into a Fireman's Carry and then lowered her shoulder and once again DROVE Sammain into the corner. She followed up the impact by grinding her bony joint into the Joshi Phenom's abs before striding out to the center of the ring, turning on her heel and charging back in.
Autumn lifted her head just in time to see the Brit take flight. “Sh-” THUMP! The Flying Knee caught her flush on the jaw, putting a tremble into her thighs that might well have dropped her to the canvas. But however much she might have deserved a faceful of ass, Sharpe didn't give her chance to slump into position for it quite yet. In fact she wanted the Dragon moving in the other direction.
“Up, cunt.” Crouching down, she curled her arms in between Sammain's thighs and under her backside and lifted until both of them had their feet on the bottom rope. The first stopping point of their climb brought the brunette a pair of Headbutts that left a tiny smear of her blood on Sharpe's forehead. Feeling suddenly more savage, Anna fired her knee into Autumn's crotch and with a grunt of effort heaved her the rest of the way to a seat on the top turnbuckle. The crowd, which was solidly pro-Sammain, buzzed with a combination of nervousness but also an anticipation of something spectacular that always came when the battle took its participants to such a precarious spot. Anna was looking forward to denying them that almost as much as she was to beating Autumn unconscious. “Shouldn't have started a fight with me, bytch.”
Standing tall on the middle rope she pulled Sammain's head in tight to her chest with her left arm and went to work with her right, POUNDING her elbow down onto the crown of Autumn's head like a woodpecker's beak assaulting a tree trunk. After a good dozen shots she wrapped her hand in the Gaijin Extraordinaire's increasingly damp hair and twisted until they were eye to eye.
The Dragon's smile was bleary but it was there. “Didn't start a fight, Sharpe. Started a lesson. Only some people are too dumb to learn.”
Returning Sammain's smile with a mirthless one of her own, Anna drove a tooth-rattling Forearm Smash into the Joshi Phenom's face, one that would have knocked her off the turnbuckle if it wasn't for the grip on her hair. As it was she rocked dangerously out into the void. “Maybe I am dumb,” Sharpe said, almost conversationally. “But one thing I have figured out is my English to American translations. Pavement is sidewalk. Bum is fanny, that's a confusing one. Petrol and gas.” She lowered her voice. “Autumn, fall.” She extended her arms and shoved Sammain almost gently in the chest. Autumn tumbled off the turnbuckle, her shoulder catching on the steps and twisting her body so she hit the mat on her hip. She lay there motionless, a bug on a windshield, as Anna hopped down from the ropes into the ring.
Al Carpenter saw Sammain’s landing and cringed right along with the rest of the FAWNatics and he would’ve gone to the floor to check her condition if the wounded brunette hadn’t rolled over onto her back and put a hand to her throbbing shoulder. Satisfied that she wasn’t unconscious, the referee crowded the ropes and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR…”
Sharpe stepped up beside him and asked, “How long ’til you decide the skag is done?”
“FIVE…. She’s gotta be back on her feet and in the ring by twenty… SIX!”
Anna frowned. “The hell with that.” She brushed by the official, slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor a short distance from her wounded prey. “Get up, Sammain.” the Englishwoman demanded. “We’re not done yet.”
Autumn groaned and sat up, still clutching her injured shoulder. “Cuuuhhhh…. can’t believe you’re actually out here on the floor,” the Dragon huffed. “Thought a piker like you would try to take a win however she could get EERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Sharpe filled her hands with the vulnerable vixen’s hair and hauled her upright with several vicious tugs. Immediately thereafter she lowered a shoulder, stuffed it against opposing tummy and charged across the short aisle to BWAAAANG Sammain into the steel guardrail spine-first! The unforgiving metal caught Anna on the crown of the head and she grimaced but her hurt was paltry compared to Sammain, who shrieked and would’ve collapsed if she hadn’t hooked her arms over the barrier. Looming over her foe, Sharpe growled, “You’re going to learn some respect if it’s the last thing I--”
“FOURTEEN!” Carpenter’s count interrupted her, sending a flash of irritation across the Briton’s face.
“Fine. Let’s get your overrated arse back in the ring.” Double handfuls of trunks and tresses provided a suitable grip as Sharpe peeled the brunette off the steel for a short bum’s rush across the aisle and a toss under the bottom rope. Autumn slid to mid-ring which was fine with Anna, she needed a little room for her next move. Sliding in after the grounded Gaijin, Sharpe rose to her full height, then settled into a slight crouch as she waited for Autumn to rise. That idiot Carpenter reached five on what was apparently a new count (throwing her back into the ring reset it? Wrestling rules were stupid.) before Sammain clambered to verticality with her back to the lurking Englishwoman.
Armed with a cruel smile and oh so many bad intentions, Anna Sharpe bounced into the ropes at her back and charged the oblivious brunette, her right arm already cocked back for the Lariat that’d take her head off at the-- Sammain dipped beneath the blow without once looking around, a feat Anna couldn’t figure out until later, when she realized the cagey bytch was facing the giant video screen over the stage. Nonplussed by the swing n’ miss, Sharpe continued on to the opposite set of strands, bounced out with an ominous ‘twang’ and launched herself at Sammain’s trim midsection with a match-winning Spe--TWHACK!
Autumn’s shoulder wasn’t feeling too great at the moment, but her legs were dangerous as ever, a fact Anna discovered when the Dragon of Tokyo took a giant step back and flicked her left boot into the crown of the Englishwoman’s skull with sickening force! Sharpe hit the canvas like a dropped rock, both arms cradling her aching noggin while her feet pattered out painful Morse Code for anyone within earshot.
Still massaging her right shoulder, Autumn looked out at the crowd, a savage grin on her face. “Bytch can dish it out. Now let’s see if she can take it.” This was greeted by a raucous round of cheers, so Sammain wasted no time in filling her hands with the blonde’s hair and hoisting her to her knees. Honing in on the cut on Sharpe’s forehead, Sammain planted on her left foot and thun-thun-thun-THUNKED half a dozen Kneelifts into her rival’s forehead. Anna’s head snapped back with each impact and her arms hung useless at her sides, but damned if the former tennis player didn’t manage to make it to one knee. She might’ve made it back to full verticality if Sammain hadn’t released her hair, whirled around and ran the ropes.
Only vaguely aware of the brunette’s absence, Sharpe raised her head just in time to see the Joshi Phenom hop into a one-legged perch on her posted knee. Then her world went white because Autumn DRILLED her other knee into Anna’s skull with the Shining Wizard! Sharpe landed on her back in a heap, prompting the FAWNatics to call for a cover.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTc8RSCFm3E
Autumn denied them this. Rather she grabbed Sharpe’s ankles and spread them in a wide ‘V’. The cheers from the crowd got all the louder when Sammain stepped through with her left leg and planted that foot next to Anna’s right hip. “Whaaa…. what’re you… oh shyt, don’t even think about it, byEERRRGGGHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!
Autumn threaded Anna’s left leg over her intruding thigh and stuffed her left ankle under the blonde’s right calf. With the Briton’s right ankle trapped conveniently in her left armpit, Sammain stepped over, rolling Anna onto her belly. Feet set flat, Autumn sank into a deep crouch, the slim curve of her glutes hovering mere inches above the small of Sharpe’s brutally bent back. Sammain referred to the maneuver by its original name of Sasorigatame, but no doubt she’d chosen it for the name that the fans and Anna knew it under; the Sharpshooter.
SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgCfBavrACI
Sharpe curled her arm and shoved her mouth into the crook of her elbow to muffle her screams. Then with her free hand she reached back and snatched at air where she hoped the Dragon's dangling hair might be. Nothing. With increasing desperation she groped lower and finally managed to hook her fingers round Sammain's right ankle. She gasped with relief and started trying to tug the brunette off balance, but Autumn shook loose and stamped down on Anna's fingers, pinning the Brit's hand while at the same time leaning back into the hold, her trailing skirt mopping Sharpe's back.
“That was dumb even for you.” Sammain applied her boot to the task of making schnitzel of Anna's hand until the blonde jerked it free with a sob. Tossing her head, the Joshi Phenom bared her teeth and crouched deeper into the agonizing hold, rear end touching down on her foe's back. She nodded her head in satisfaction as Anna began the long trek to safety, clawing at the canvas and dragging both herself and her unwelcome passenger toward the ropes. “That's right Sharpe. Next time you think you're too good for all this, remember crawling on your belly. Remember praying I'd let go before your spine broke.”
Brought to an internal fury by Sammain's vindictiveness, Anna could nevertheless only sob as she made her slow way across the ring. Carpenter's inquiry as to her willingness to continue at least gave her an excuse to yell out a wavering “F*ck you!” Her watering eyes turning the arena into a blur of bright light and noise, she curled her uninjured fingers round the bottom rope and yelled, “GET THAT BITCH OFF MEEEAAAAGGGHHH!”
Autumn used the count to bear down even harder for those last few seconds, sweat popping on her forehead as she worked to wring every tremor of pain from her rival. When she finally broke the hold she stepped away and took a moment to look down at the Englishwoman's black-clad form.
And what she saw made her smile. The muscles in Sharpe's shoulder and back were rigid with the effort of keeping her arm hooked round the rope. It looked for all the world like she was caught in a strong tide, terrified of being swept away.
“You ever gonna let go of that life preserver or do I have to come in and get you?” But the taunt had barely left her mouth when Autumn decided that actually, Anna's recovery time was already up. Striding in fast she dragged the stricken blonde to her feet and kept her good and docile with a pair of bludgeoning Forearms that did the job almost too well, putting a tremble in the Brit's powerful thighs. “That's a real pair of championship legs you've got there, Sharpe,” she muttered, before offering her own version of support and sliding her right arm under Anna's left thigh, only to hoist her up and over with a ring-rattling Exploder. The Brit landed hard and rolled straight to her belly, leaving Autumn to figure out if there was some small part of her training reminding her to avoid a cover or if the pinch-faced tramp simply tried to hide her face on instinct. Sorely tempted to reapply the Sasorigatame and make Sharpe quit with a move she was trying to claim for herself, Sammain elected instead to push the pace, show the Brit she wasn't the only one in the ring with otherworldly stamina. Hurrying to the nearest corner she started to climb.
“Shyt.” Anna swore. Sammain moved too quickly to have any hope of catching her up top and vulnerable. Indeed the Joshi Phenom had already cleared the runway by the time the Englishwoman's brain had registered the increased volume from the crowd. She was barely able to scramble on her knees a few feet across the canvas and out of the landing zone. Still it was more time than Sammain had to bail out of the Moonsault, and yet she managed it, landing on her feet and hopping a single step backward in a finish to make a gymnast proud.
“OOOOFFFFHHH.” The wind was taken out of her by Anna's impromptu Spear. She came to rest stacked on her shoulders with her legs in the air. Anna caught hold of her ankles and scrambled to a kneeling position above her head, pulling her into a lewd split as the official counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
“Bitch.” Anna threw Sammain's legs down to grab at her crotch where the brunette had jabbed her hand upward before bucking out of the pin.
“Mason doesn't have a sense of smell, right?,” Autumn sneered, still on her back between Anna's knees but apparently heedless of the vulnerability of her position. “Either that or she's braver than she seemed.”
“You f*cking--” Too furious for further speech, Sharpe dug her claws into Autumn's tits, hissing like a pissed-off snake when the Gajin Extraordinaire reciprocated. They fought their inverted war for almost thirty seconds, determined fingers pinching and twisting their rival's nipples, until Autumn let go and CRACKED an upside-down Bitch Slap across Anna's cheek. Sharpe fired back with an overhand shot to the crotch that won her that little exchange, and while Sammain was busy with her hurts the Brit seized her by the hair and started to drag her to the nearest corner, stopping at intervals to drive an elbow into her skull. Sitting the brunette up against the turnbuckle she knelt in front of Sammain, who looked more than slightly spacey after the sequence of head shots. “In case you were wondering, you're not getting a spectacular finish.”
“Come on Anna, take it out of the corner,” Carpenter warned.
Instead, Sharpe cupped the back of Autumn's head to pull her away from the turnbuckle slightly. The dirty blonde finished her thought as though the ref had never spoken. “You don't deserve it. And neither do they.”
Autumn blinked her eyes slowly and managed a smile. “Kiss my ass you joyless bytch,” she mumbled.
The first round of punches reopened the cut on her forehead. She put her arms up to try ward off the punishment but Anna slapped them away and punched her in the eye. Again. And again. And again. She beat the Dragon slowly into unconsciousness.
She took no notice of the shouted warnings from behind her or the crescendoing boos from the fans; at one point she shook off a hand that grabbed her shoulder, and through it all she kept pounding away. When the bell rang Sammain's face was swollen and shiny with bruises and the ache in Anna's hand would take hours to subside. Still she punched.
Finally the grabbing hands wrapped round her waist and dragged her away. Shaking herself loose she took a moment to compose herself then held up her hand. “Alright, I get it. You did the right thing stopping it. She couldn't defend herself. She might very well have a concussion.”
“Get out of the ring, Anna. It's over,” Carpenter said, looking past her to where the medics were on their way out from the back.
“It's almost over.” Heading back to the corner, she turned around and unceremoniously stuffed her ass into Sammain's face, gripping the ropes with both hands and working a hard grind on the barely sensate brunette. “How's that for joyless, cunt? You're lucky you aren't woman enough to make me break a sweat,” she muttered. One message sent, it was time for the next. She grabbed Autumn's wrist and shouted out into the crowd. “Since the official announcement was kind of sombre, here's a better one. Ladies and gentleman, your winner, successfully defending the reputation of her sport, AUUUTUMMMN SAMMAAIIIIIN!!!” And she thrust Autumn's limp arm as high as it would reach, though from Sammain's position on her backside that only meant to the top of the ropes. Holding the pose until even the most determined of haters had fallen quiet, she let go and turned to leave when her own wrist was suddenly caught in a determined and tightening grip.
Anna looked down, half expecting to see Al Carpenter trying to tug her away like some sort of petulant toddler. Imagine her surprise then when she found herself looking into the hate-shiny eyes of the Joshi Phenom.
Sammain’s lips curled up in a smile like charring paper. “Anyone ever tell you you hit like a puss?” she rasped. “And you’ve got an ass like a sack of wet mice.”
Sharpe’s incredulity shattered beneath the bulk of her rage and she filled both hands with the brunette’s hair. “That’s it bytch, you’re leaving in a box!” A single colossal yank hauled Autumn to boot leather and would’ve led her into a nose shattering Headbutt if she hadn’t pursed her lips and ‘PPPHHHHWOOOOSSSHED!’ a glittering emerald cloud into the Englishwoman’s furious face. Sharpe shrieked in pain and stumbled away, all thoughts of vengeance forgotten as she pawed at her stinging eyes.
Well aware that the savage cunt had punched her right eye shut and perhaps loosened a few teeth, Sammain pushed off the buckles and stalked to within a few feet of the fumbling blonde. Lips pursed again, she let out a low, taunting whistle to get Sharpe’s attention. Sure enough, Anna whirled around with a Haymaker at the ready and THWHACK! The Dragon of Tokyo caught her just behind the right ear with a Roundhouse Kick that echoed into the cheap seats.
Anna’s head twisted to one side and the rest of her followed along willingly enough, but instead of sprawling onto her face like a good little tramp she stepped in fencepost holes until she was within inches of the ropes. That’s when she finally tripped on her own feet and tumbled through the gap between top and middle ropes.
Sammain sighed, ran a hand through her sweat-soaked hair. The disqualification victory rankled, but leaving Sharpe green-faced and unconscious in the shadow of the ring she couldn’t stand went a long way toward-- a grasping hand reached up and grabbed the bottom rope. Genuine surprise flashed on Autumn’s face for the first time that evening. “You gotta be f*cking kidding me.
Anna Sharpe pulled herself upright, her eyes looking feverish and insane amidst the remnants of the mist. “Gonna cripple you, Autumn.” she promised through clenched teeth. “Gonna break your spirit right before I break your bones!”
Too angry for words, Sammain spun on her heel, raced to the opposite set of strands and rushed back for a gorgeous no-hands Plan-- the capacity crowd ‘OOOOHHHHED!’ in surprise when Al Carpenter caught the Gaijin Extraordinaire out of the aether and dragged her back to the center of the squared circle. “IT’S OVER, AUTUMN!” he didn’t quite yell it, but the front row fans had no problem hearing him either.
“LET ME GO! IT’S NOT OVER UNTIL SHE’S CRYING AT MY FEET!”
“IN YOUR DREAMS F*CKWIT!” Sharpe had one knee on the apron and was actively hauling herself up for another go with the brunette. “THIS ENDS WHEN I END YOUR CAREER! HEAR ME, SAMMAIN? I’LL END YOUR MISERABLE CAR--NO! NO GODDAMMIT, LET ME GOOOOOOOO!”
The referees (Craig Long and Merle, should you wonder) redoubled their efforts and finally managed to wrest the squirming Briton off the ring. Elsewhere, Nick Castle slid under the bottom rope and bolstered Al’s efforts to keep Sammain from taking wing. “GET HET OUTTA HERE!” Castle ordered the other refs. “BEFORE THEY KILL EACH OTHER!”
“YOU HEAR THAT, SAMMAIN?” Anna screamed. “THEY KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO! THEY KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO END!”
“WE ALL KNOW HOW IT’S GOING TO END!” Autumn shrieked to the rapidly receding blonde. “YOU’RE GONNA BEG LOUDER THAN MASON EVER DID! I SWEAR IT, SHARPE! YOU’RE GONNA BEG!”
That brought another incoherent shriek of hate from Anna, the last thing the FAWNatics heard before she was dragged through the curtain. Sharpe’s departure calmed Sammain considerably, though it was still more than fifteen seconds before Castle and Carpenter deigned to let her go. “You ok, Autumn?” Al asked quietly. “Need me to get you to Vannacutt’s office?”
She shook her head ‘no’. “I can get there on my own. But I want Sharpe and her pet slut out of the building now. Because if I see them backstage…. just get them out of the building.” With that she shoved past them, slipped through the ropes and started the laborious journey up the ramp.
Carpenter watched her go for several seconds. Then he turned to Nick. “Should we tell security to get Anna and Caity out of the building? Their locker rooms are in different wings, but I’d hate…” he trailed off, letting the silence speak volumes.
Nick tapped his earpiece. “Already put the word out. Anciline’s offered up her limo to take them both home after Anna’s been cleaned up and looked over.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to see what those two could do to each other outside the confines of a ring.”
“Hell, I’m more worried about whatever poor dope has to call their next match.”
“Want that one for yourself?”
“Not if I can delegate it to you, Al.”
Al sighed. “Thanks boss.”
Anna thought she heard a particular emphasis on her last name, after what she'd been told was an administrative fuck-up meant her first run of merchandise misspelled it by leaving off the 'E'. Not that she was expecting any rush to buy her gear even if they had got her name right.
She walked out in black racerback tank and matching yoga shorts – she'd thought for a brief time about wearing something more eyecatching, that maybe there was something to the idea that you could dress to intimidate the opposition. But when the opposition was Sammain, whose best feature was a pair of pipecleaner legs, Anna was pretty sure she could have come out in a sack and still won that contest.
ANNA SHARPE:
She reached the ring just at the point where the refrain in her entrance music changed. “I'm not like everybody else,” she said quietly in accompaniment, before rolling under the bottom rope and into the ring. Her mind raced with thoughts of her recent talk with Caity, back in the dressing room. “This isn't about me, okay? That skank tried to make it that way because she sees that what a threat you are to this shythole, and this shythole is all she has. What you need to do is beat her up and then on to the next one. I'll deal with what she did myself.”
Good advice, but as Anna waited for the Dragon, she wasn't sure if there was any chance of her heeding it.
Anna was still jawing with several of the first row losers when the house lights went out. Cheers, lighters and phones rose to pierce the gloom, those faithful Acolytes of the Dragon proving their devotion even before ‘Clap For The Killers’ beat through the speakers. Growing all the louder when their heroine brushed through the curtain, the FAWNatics started to chant, ‘KICK HER ASS!’ over and over and over again.
Once the noise died down (at least a little) the Announcer did his thing. “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!”
Eerily composed despite the pride at stake in tonight‘s battle, the Gaijin Extraordinaire 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 electric green slashes running from north to south. The rest of her outfit consisted of black kneepads, matching boots and fingerless green 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 trained her eyes on the ring and smiled. “You’re mine, bytch.”
AUTUMN SAMMAIN:
Promise made, she started down the aisle.
Swatting palms with the few fans who leaned out far enough to reach her, Sammain never let her attention waiver from Anna Sharpe. For all the Englishwoman’s smarmy condescension she’d talked to enough of her old tennis adversaries to know she was quite willing to jump someone from behind. Especially when she felt threatened. But Sharpe didn’t leave her place on the buckles, leaving Autumn a clear path up the steel steps and through the ropes. Storming to the center of the squared circle, she stared a hole through Anna as she raised a fist to the rafters. This in turn sent dozens upon dozens of green and black crepe paper streamers flying in from the floor seats. “See that, Sharpe?” she asked over the din of the crowd. “That’s what it looks like when you’re good enough to make fans care about your career. You should try it some time.”
Sharpe snorted, mouthed something unprintable and leaned back against the corner to keep herself from pounding the brunette to paste before the bell sounded. Forced to wait the tiniest bit longer to claim her prize, Autumn backed into the opposite corner and offered her boots and pads to Al Carpenter when he made his final inspection.
Autumn, who’d leaned forward so far she had to grip the top rope in both hands to maintain her balance, stormed out of the corner as soon as the bell sounded. On the far side, Anna Sharpe did the same. The Englishwoman didn’t quite run, but the languid ‘this chick’s not on my level’ attitude that’d come to characterize the first month of her FAWN career was utterly absent. Closing rapidly on the woman who’d not only punished, but humiliated her only friend in this miserable cesspool, Sharpe raised her fists to shoulder level and lashed out with a right hook that whipped through the spot occupied by Sammain’s jaw a heartbeat prior.
Autumn dipped beneath the strike and while she didn’t counterattack on her way by, she laid her fingers on the blonde’s hip and trailed them across and around, the ghost of a pat more than enough to let Sharpe know it could’ve been much, much worse. Anna hissed, whipped around and pressed the attack with no less than a dozen lefts and rights aimed at the brunette’s lithe torso. The Joshi Phenom met them without comment, her arms kept low and angled against her ribs as she adjusted to absorb the worst of Sharpe’s force. Aware that she was doing little in the way of damage, Anna shifted her focus north in search of more-- Autumn twisted around in a lightning fast circle, flicked out her right hand and PWAAAKED the newcomer’s cheek with a savage Uraken.
URAKEN @ 00:36
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aft8Qs4xvg
Sharpe’s head snapped backward and the rest of her followed thereafter, the powerful battler landing flat on her back in a surprised sprawl. The crowd cheered uproariously, but Sammain paid it no mind, her dark eyes were still locked on the blonde. “Up, Sharpe.” she demanded. “Get off your ass and fight me.”
Far more stunned than actually hurt by the blow, Anna reacted to Autumn’s voice like a whiff of smelling salts and she scrambled off the canvas with fire in her eyes. “You don’t really wanna fight, bytch.” the Englishwoman noted as she started to circle her rival. “If you did, you wouldn’t be dancing all over this ring.”
“I’m not hiding punk, you’re just slow. No wonder you were such a shytty tennis play--”
Anna got three steps of running start before she lashed out with a high kick that would’ve taken the Dragon’s head off if Sammain hadn’t caught her at the ankle. No rejoinder from Sammain, she merely tossed Anna’s captured leg to one side, forcing the blonde spin around in a half circle. Against another opponent Autumn might’ve taken their back with a Rear Naked Choke or dumped them on the back of their head with a German Suplex. But Anna Sharpe needed to learn a lesson, namely that you didn’t have to beat a girl senseless to embarrass her.
That’s why she flicked out a hand, caught a bit of Brit buttock between thumb and forefinger and pinched as hard as she could.
Anna yelped, stamped away and focused her ire on the official. “Are you going to let her get away with that crap?” she barked.
Al Carpenter kept his expression carefully neutral. “Yeah, I am. My job is to keep the two of you from killing each other, protecting your pride is your job. You don’t want her pinching your ass? Don’t show her your ass.”
“F*cker.” Sharpe rounded on Sammain and raised her hands again, not for more pugilistics, but an invitation to grapple. “This what you want, Sammain? You want to WRESTLE? Then get your skinny arse over here and let’s wrestle.”
Autumn smiled faintly, shook her head ‘no’. “I don’t think so, Sharpe. This is MY house. My court. My RING. You’re the one who needs to prove yourself.” The Gaijin Extraordinaire raised her right hand high overhead and curled her fingers in Sharpe’s direction. “So step up and show me you’re more than a two-sport failure.”
Anna clenched her teeth so hard it hurt her jaw. She’d never encountered a woman who infuriated her the way Sammain did. After a moment she nodded her head. “Fine. Get ready to kneel, bytch.”
With that she strode over and lifted her hand to Autumn’s, their palms meeting with a hard little smack. They mirrored the process with their other hand, then squeezed hard enough to show white at the knuckle. Eyes and fingers locked, Sharpe and Sammain poured their considerable power into the Test of Strength in hopes of forcing the other to a mewling, groveling penance on the canvas before them.
For all the many different opportunities their position offered, the one both Anna and Autumn initially seemed most interested in was the chance to get in close and release some of the hate they had stored up for each other. “You got lucky in your last career, Sharpe. Your failed so completely no-one took notice. There's hardly even video of it.” With their noses at Eskimo distance Autumn could keep her voice low, but what was most notable was the absence of strain, even as she poured so much of her energy into the Test. “Every second of this is on camera though. Fail here and it's out there forever.”
Snatching their hands down until their bodies made two halves of a 'T' and their chests bumped together, Anna hissed her reply. “And thank fuck it is recorded. Because the beating you're owed is going to leave such a nasty concussion the only way you'll remember it is from watching the DVD.”
“I've been threatened by better women than you before, bitch,” Autumn answered with a scornful snort at the thought of just how long a list that would be. But the brief loss of concentration ended up costing her. With a well-practiced jerk of the head Anna butted Sammain on the bridge of the nose. After pulling her hands loose of the Test, she shoved the brunette hard in the shoulders to create some distance, then brought her right arm up and BLASTED Autumn across the upper chest with a Lariat.
Although Sammain hit the canvas shoulders first, still the landing was violent enough to send her rolling heels over head to finish up belly down. Beginning the work of making good on her promise to leave the Joshi Phenom piecing together her night via replay, Sharpe stomped Autumn's head until the brunette's arms came up to form a protective 'X' around her skull. The shift in position got a grim smile of satisfaction from the Brit, and she quickly crouched down and curled her arms under Sammain's armpits, dragging her prey the short distance to the ring edge. Once Autumn's throat was on the bottom rope Anna took a seat on the back of her neck.
“You arrogant cunt. A test of strength? I was a professional athlete. I suppose you'd think you could beat a greyhound in a sprint as well?" Sharpe bore down with her gym-tight rear end, relishing the choking gurgle that brought about from below. “You know power comes from your lower body? From your legs and your bum. Uh-huh, that bony lump you're so ashamed of that you keep it covered up.” Flipping Autumn's skirt up she gave the Gaijin Extraordinaire’s far from extraordinary booty a retaliatory pinch, and only then did she realize the official was already underway with a count. “So she can grab me but I can't grab her? Seems fair.”
“Nothing unfair about it Anna. Grab whatever you like but you're choking her and she's in the ropes and that's gonna get my attention.”
At 'FOUR', Anna vacated her perch on the gasping brunette and took a quick step forward, staring hard at Carpenter. Uninterested as she was in her co-workers, she nevertheless knew enough to be aware who their designated ref was dating, and that knowledge had given her some dark thoughts regarding his impartiality. “If your bleached slut promised you a threesome for helping her friend then you got tricked. From the way that she kisses Autumn wouldn't have a clue what to do with it.”
“The ref's are here for your protection, cunt.” Sammain's retort was expected, but that she delivered it from an upright position wasn't. Whirling round, Anna was met with a Bitch Slap that had all of Autumn's fury behind it. “You might not know you're out of your depth yet but everyone else in this building damn sure does.”
Sharpe heard the words through the ringing in her ears, yet the meaning didn’t really register. It was just more unimportant quacking coming from the skinny bitch who’d mugged Caity. Growling low in the back of her throat, the Englishwoman curled her right hand into a fist and stepped into a looping Haymaker aimed straight for Sammain’s--
Autumn leaned heavily on her left leg to bring the right one arcing up n’ around, a beautiful Roundhouse that smacked her shin into the blonde’s forearm. Anna grimaced and stepped back, or at least she would have if the brunette hadn’t snatched a huge handful of her tank-top and reeled her in close. Welcoming her rival with open arms, Sammain crooked the right around the back of Sharpe’s neck and slid the left under the other woman’s right armpit. Hands locked in a tight little knot between Anna’s shoulders, the Dragon of Tokyo spiked a mean little Kneelift into opposing tummy and drew her coil all the tighter. “Gotcha, bytch.” the words were still on Autumn’s lips when she dipped her knees and popped her hips, the explosive torque more than enough to sling the brash newcomer up, over and DOWN onto her back!
HEAD & ARM SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fz4phjXJExY
Eyes clenched, jaw hanging open, Sharpe sat up and pressed one hand to the small of her back while the other braced against the thinly-sheathed plywood. She’d just started to draw air back into her lungs when the Joshi Phenom slithered in on her six and threaded sinewy strong legs around her waist. Anna thought ‘SCISSORS!’ and went to push at the brunette’s knees only to find the effort foiled by a surprisingly brawny full Nelson.
Snugged in tight against the tuff tyro’s back, Autumn pressssssssssssed down on the base of Anna’s skull, slowly but surely forcing the tip of the Briton’s chin into her own décolletage. To make matters worse, the Dragon laid her thighs over Sharpe’s, then hooked her ankles in underneath. The result was a seated Wishbone, one that put incredible strain on Sharpe’s hamstrings and perhaps more importantly, showed off her trunks to one side of the packed arena.
Pretty faced strained with equal parts pain and anger, Sharpe squirmed legs and hips in hopes of freeing herself, but Autumn only thrust closer to her rump and spread the hold a little wider. After several seconds of hateful silence, she huffed, “You really think you’re gonna embarrass a submission out of me, slut?”
Autumn didn’t bother to shake her head, her cheek was already pressed against the side of Sharpe’s skull. “No I don’t, princess. Just thought I’d show the FAWNatics they might have a shot with Mason. Because if that chick is satisfied by the likes of you, I’m guessing anyone can EEERRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Anna filled her hands with Autumn’s hair and pulled with the intention of snatching her rival bald. “Mention her name one more time and you’ll never stop screaming.”
Sammain started to answer, was interrupted by Al Carpenter. “Off her hair, Sharpe. You’re better than--”
“Don’t waste your breath, Al.” the Gaijin Extraordinaire muttered. “I’ll handle this myself.” Shifting her hands slightly, Autumn managed to bundle both of Sharpe’s biceps in the crook of her left arm. It lessened the pain in her hair somewhat, but that was hardly the point. Freeing her right hand, that was the point. “Let go of my hair, Anna.” the brunette murmured in the blonde’s ear. “Let go or you’ll suffer.”
“Go fuck yourself, slUUUURRRRHHHH FAAAAAHHHKING BYTCH!”
Sammain slipped her hand through the right armhole of Anna’s racerback tank and introduced her to the pincer grip that’d made Caity wail at March for War. “Ready to let go of my hair?” she asked after five terrible, tweasing seconds.
“PISS OFF!” Sharpe bellowed even as she filled her greedy claws with more of Autumn’s dark locks.
Gritting her teeth to deal with the hurt, Autumn removed the pincer, then sent her talon south and affixed it between the Briton’s thighs with white-knuckled ferocity. Anna screamed bloody murder, clearly in the first true anguish of her FAWN career. Autumn soaked it all in even as she continued her mauling.
“I beat Sue Burlingame.” she explained to Sharpe. “I hurt Leah Montoya. You, Anna Sharpe? I am going to HUMILIATE you.”
“Like hell you ar-eeep.” Panting with the effort of controlling the pain, Sharpe had almost gotten through her retort when a particularly vicious twist had her trailing off into an undignified squeak, and the unequal contest between hair pull and crotch claw ended shortly after when she gave up the former to try rid herself of the latter. But Autumn let go of her own volition, unhooking her lower limbs from the Englishwoman's and pushing to her feet. Drawing back a leg she gave her foe an unwelcome reminder of home with a Soccer Kick that had Anna reaching for the impact spot between her shoulders, mouth hanging open in anguish.
“So you can do something right,” Autumn murmured, snatching the Brit's conveniently presented right arm at the wrist and extending it to its full length before dropping to her butt. She used her calf to force Sharpe to her back, and by that point although Anna knew what was coming she was too late to stop it, as Sammain wrapped her legs around the captured arm and crossed them at the ankles. “Got a decision to make now, haven't you?” The Jujigatame was a staple of the Joshi Phenom's offense and it wasn't by mistake she'd applied it in grabbing distance of the ropes rather than in the center of the ring.
“AAAAGGGHHH.” Aware of a significant subset of the crowd urging her to quit, Anna kicked her feet against the mat and shut her eyes. When she opened them the first thing she saw was the bottom rope. Biting her lip as another sizzle of pain ran up her trapped limb, she reached out and extended her fingers for salvation when she heard Sammain's voice above the din.
“Pussy.”
She went statue still.
In the moment Autumn truly didn't know how she wanted Sharpe to respond. And Anna didn't immediately know how she would, either. Part of her knew she was being played by Sammain and the only sensible thing to do was take hold of the rope and wait to be given her freedom. But another part wanted to tear Autumn into tiny little pieces of Joshi Sushi.
In the end she gritted her teeth and squirmed until she was up in tight to the brunette. Opening her mouth around an unappetizing portion of pale thigh she bit down hard, while simultaneously using her free hand to push at Sammain's ankles.
Autumn could have maintained the hold, after all she'd been bitten plenty before, and at any rate the official would soon deal with such blatant cheating. But she'd promised the Englishwoman humiliation… Crunching to a vertical she slipped two fingers inside Anna's nostrils and pulled to tear the nose off her face.
“Come on Autumn. Both of you.” Appealing to Sammain first on the basis that she was the more reasonable of the two, Carpenter nevertheless got no response, unless Anna using her good arm to snag a handful of Autumn's sweat-dampened hair counted as a response.
“Bitch's turned rabid. Needs putting down,” Sammain hissed, reaching for a hair-hold of her own. It took the threat of a double DQ and most of the subsequent count before they gave up their various illegalities. Anna rolled out from beneath Autumn's legs and they scrambled quickly to their feet.
Wiping the back of her arm across her mouth to get rid of the worst of the other woman's taste, Sharpe shook her head. “Promised Caity I'd open up your forehead. And yet here you are still relatively pristine.”
Autumn smiled grimly at the threat. Done inspecting the dental imprint on her thigh, she extended her palms in a beckoning gesture. "Come on then, Sharpe. Give a girl what she wants."
Anna raised her fists and leaned forward slightly, the stance of someone who’d actually taken boxing lessons for combat, rather than cardio. Autumn answered with her own stance, both hands open and slightly curved, the right up beside her chin while the left was held out to parry any of the blonde’s advances. “What are you waiting for, Sharpe?” Sammain asked. “Need me to lower the defenses so you can take a free--”
The black-clad powerhouse dove on her foe, attacking with a lightning fast series of jabs that would’ve dented Autumn’s chin if the Joshi Phenom hadn’t kicked it into reverse as Sharpe closed the gap. It was a withering barrage to say the least, yet Sammain endured it with nothing more than a small, tense frown and even that vanished when she slipped a snappy hook and CRAAACKED an open-palmed Slap against her foe’s cheek. Anna’s head swiveled to one side, though she didn’t give so much as an inch of ground. “You only LOOK tough, Anna.” Sammain told the seething lovely. “You slap like any other piece of bikini ERRGGHH NNNGGHHH!”
Sharpe snatched a handful of the brunette’s hair and jerked her forward into a Headbutt that THWHUNKED against the bridge of her foe’s nose. It would’ve dropped any of Anna’s previous FAWN foes, but Autumn only stumbled and shook her head. That was fine though, that’s exactly what Sharpe wanted. Coming in low and fast, the ballistic Briton slammed a shoulder into Sammain’s tummy, wrapped her arms around opposing hips and plowed on at a sharp diagonal until the Dragon’s supple frame BWUUUNGED against the thinly-padded turnbuckles.
Caity had suggested that getting Autumn’s arms out of the way would give Anna a few more free shots, but the blonde was too angry to bother with such strategic vagaries. Rather she dipped her head, forced the crown of her skull in against Sammain’s tits and pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a heavy series of body shots into the grunting bendyback’s rapidly pinking torso. Sharpe was still pounding away when Carpenter strode over and tapped her on the shoulder. “That’s enough, Sharpe. Get her out of the corner.”
To his surprise, Anna ceased her assault without need of further prompting. That didn’t mean Autumn was in the clear however, not by a long shot. Eager to dish out a little humiliation of her own, Anna wrapped a hand around Sammain’s throat and SQUEEEEEEEEZED. Then she leaned in close, stuck out her tongue and licked the brunette from chin to jawline.
“Caity’s right,” she cooed, “you DO taste fugly.”
Mindful of the ref’s nattering, Anna raised her head slightly and channeled Adelaide Brewster by chomping down on her nemesis’s forehead. Autumn squealed in a most satisfying fashion and Carpenter started counting in earnest, forcing the Englishwoman to break off at ‘THREE!’ Backing off with arms spread wide, Anna licked her lips and taunted, “Red’s a good look on you, slut. Think I’ll dress you in more of NNNGGHHH!”
Sammain didn’t have to check her brow for blood, she could feel a little rill trickling down her face. That’s why there was no warning when the Gaijin Extraordinaire snapped off a straight high kick, her heel THWHUNKING into Sharpe’s chin. Sharpe stumbled backward and unlike the brunette, she put a hand to her now bloodied lower lip. “Don’t worry honey, I’m not going to bloody you too badly.” Autumn explained. “After all, I don’t wanna mess up my trunks when I’m sitting on your faEEERGGHHHH!”
Anna exploded forward with her left arm extended in a Clothesline that THWHAPPED against her foe’s clavicle. “You are so f*cking delusional.” Sharpe growled as she wrapped her arms around Sammain’s waist and dragged her out of the buckles. “I’ll set you right though, pussy. Begging into my trunks tends to do that to a bytch.”
Hands locked against the small of Autumn’s back, Anna squeezed for all she was worth and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, thus hoisting Sammain up onto her tiptoes in a crushing Bear Hug!
During Act One of her career, Anna had hugged the fight out of plenty of opponents in the locker rooms brawls she so often precipitated post-match. She hadn't let up then, even when they'd pleaded for release – she 'd wanted their drooling humiliation as vengeance for the thrashings she'd taken out on the court. So there was a familiarity to this that there hadn't been to a lot of her in-ring experience – Sammain wore the panty-flashing skirt that was the uniform of the trampier pros, too – though the Brit missed the echoing clang of body-on-metal impact; someday she'd have to get Autumn properly acquainted with FAWN's locker doors.
“Shouldn't have left me my hand, Sharpe.” The Dragon's right arm was pinned to her side by the Hug but her left was still free, and she lifted it up and extended it outward. “You saw what my palm did to your girl's ass.”
Given the awkwardness of her position Sammain got more whip than seemed possible into the one-handed Bell Ringer. It was enough to leave a lingering buzz, but it wasn't enough to throw Anna off, not when she finally had her foe where she wanted her. “Bytch you have no idea,” she hissed. “You're going to spend so much time with your face in Caity's tits it'll make me jealous.”
Crouching low, she worked the brunette up into a Fireman's Carry and then lowered her shoulder and once again DROVE Sammain into the corner. She followed up the impact by grinding her bony joint into the Joshi Phenom's abs before striding out to the center of the ring, turning on her heel and charging back in.
Autumn lifted her head just in time to see the Brit take flight. “Sh-” THUMP! The Flying Knee caught her flush on the jaw, putting a tremble into her thighs that might well have dropped her to the canvas. But however much she might have deserved a faceful of ass, Sharpe didn't give her chance to slump into position for it quite yet. In fact she wanted the Dragon moving in the other direction.
“Up, cunt.” Crouching down, she curled her arms in between Sammain's thighs and under her backside and lifted until both of them had their feet on the bottom rope. The first stopping point of their climb brought the brunette a pair of Headbutts that left a tiny smear of her blood on Sharpe's forehead. Feeling suddenly more savage, Anna fired her knee into Autumn's crotch and with a grunt of effort heaved her the rest of the way to a seat on the top turnbuckle. The crowd, which was solidly pro-Sammain, buzzed with a combination of nervousness but also an anticipation of something spectacular that always came when the battle took its participants to such a precarious spot. Anna was looking forward to denying them that almost as much as she was to beating Autumn unconscious. “Shouldn't have started a fight with me, bytch.”
Standing tall on the middle rope she pulled Sammain's head in tight to her chest with her left arm and went to work with her right, POUNDING her elbow down onto the crown of Autumn's head like a woodpecker's beak assaulting a tree trunk. After a good dozen shots she wrapped her hand in the Gaijin Extraordinaire's increasingly damp hair and twisted until they were eye to eye.
The Dragon's smile was bleary but it was there. “Didn't start a fight, Sharpe. Started a lesson. Only some people are too dumb to learn.”
Returning Sammain's smile with a mirthless one of her own, Anna drove a tooth-rattling Forearm Smash into the Joshi Phenom's face, one that would have knocked her off the turnbuckle if it wasn't for the grip on her hair. As it was she rocked dangerously out into the void. “Maybe I am dumb,” Sharpe said, almost conversationally. “But one thing I have figured out is my English to American translations. Pavement is sidewalk. Bum is fanny, that's a confusing one. Petrol and gas.” She lowered her voice. “Autumn, fall.” She extended her arms and shoved Sammain almost gently in the chest. Autumn tumbled off the turnbuckle, her shoulder catching on the steps and twisting her body so she hit the mat on her hip. She lay there motionless, a bug on a windshield, as Anna hopped down from the ropes into the ring.
Al Carpenter saw Sammain’s landing and cringed right along with the rest of the FAWNatics and he would’ve gone to the floor to check her condition if the wounded brunette hadn’t rolled over onto her back and put a hand to her throbbing shoulder. Satisfied that she wasn’t unconscious, the referee crowded the ropes and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE…. FOUR…”
Sharpe stepped up beside him and asked, “How long ’til you decide the skag is done?”
“FIVE…. She’s gotta be back on her feet and in the ring by twenty… SIX!”
Anna frowned. “The hell with that.” She brushed by the official, slipped through the ropes and dropped to the floor a short distance from her wounded prey. “Get up, Sammain.” the Englishwoman demanded. “We’re not done yet.”
Autumn groaned and sat up, still clutching her injured shoulder. “Cuuuhhhh…. can’t believe you’re actually out here on the floor,” the Dragon huffed. “Thought a piker like you would try to take a win however she could get EERRRGGGGHHHH!”
Sharpe filled her hands with the vulnerable vixen’s hair and hauled her upright with several vicious tugs. Immediately thereafter she lowered a shoulder, stuffed it against opposing tummy and charged across the short aisle to BWAAAANG Sammain into the steel guardrail spine-first! The unforgiving metal caught Anna on the crown of the head and she grimaced but her hurt was paltry compared to Sammain, who shrieked and would’ve collapsed if she hadn’t hooked her arms over the barrier. Looming over her foe, Sharpe growled, “You’re going to learn some respect if it’s the last thing I--”
“FOURTEEN!” Carpenter’s count interrupted her, sending a flash of irritation across the Briton’s face.
“Fine. Let’s get your overrated arse back in the ring.” Double handfuls of trunks and tresses provided a suitable grip as Sharpe peeled the brunette off the steel for a short bum’s rush across the aisle and a toss under the bottom rope. Autumn slid to mid-ring which was fine with Anna, she needed a little room for her next move. Sliding in after the grounded Gaijin, Sharpe rose to her full height, then settled into a slight crouch as she waited for Autumn to rise. That idiot Carpenter reached five on what was apparently a new count (throwing her back into the ring reset it? Wrestling rules were stupid.) before Sammain clambered to verticality with her back to the lurking Englishwoman.
Armed with a cruel smile and oh so many bad intentions, Anna Sharpe bounced into the ropes at her back and charged the oblivious brunette, her right arm already cocked back for the Lariat that’d take her head off at the-- Sammain dipped beneath the blow without once looking around, a feat Anna couldn’t figure out until later, when she realized the cagey bytch was facing the giant video screen over the stage. Nonplussed by the swing n’ miss, Sharpe continued on to the opposite set of strands, bounced out with an ominous ‘twang’ and launched herself at Sammain’s trim midsection with a match-winning Spe--TWHACK!
Autumn’s shoulder wasn’t feeling too great at the moment, but her legs were dangerous as ever, a fact Anna discovered when the Dragon of Tokyo took a giant step back and flicked her left boot into the crown of the Englishwoman’s skull with sickening force! Sharpe hit the canvas like a dropped rock, both arms cradling her aching noggin while her feet pattered out painful Morse Code for anyone within earshot.
Still massaging her right shoulder, Autumn looked out at the crowd, a savage grin on her face. “Bytch can dish it out. Now let’s see if she can take it.” This was greeted by a raucous round of cheers, so Sammain wasted no time in filling her hands with the blonde’s hair and hoisting her to her knees. Honing in on the cut on Sharpe’s forehead, Sammain planted on her left foot and thun-thun-thun-THUNKED half a dozen Kneelifts into her rival’s forehead. Anna’s head snapped back with each impact and her arms hung useless at her sides, but damned if the former tennis player didn’t manage to make it to one knee. She might’ve made it back to full verticality if Sammain hadn’t released her hair, whirled around and ran the ropes.
Only vaguely aware of the brunette’s absence, Sharpe raised her head just in time to see the Joshi Phenom hop into a one-legged perch on her posted knee. Then her world went white because Autumn DRILLED her other knee into Anna’s skull with the Shining Wizard! Sharpe landed on her back in a heap, prompting the FAWNatics to call for a cover.
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTc8RSCFm3E
Autumn denied them this. Rather she grabbed Sharpe’s ankles and spread them in a wide ‘V’. The cheers from the crowd got all the louder when Sammain stepped through with her left leg and planted that foot next to Anna’s right hip. “Whaaa…. what’re you… oh shyt, don’t even think about it, byEERRRGGGHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHK!
Autumn threaded Anna’s left leg over her intruding thigh and stuffed her left ankle under the blonde’s right calf. With the Briton’s right ankle trapped conveniently in her left armpit, Sammain stepped over, rolling Anna onto her belly. Feet set flat, Autumn sank into a deep crouch, the slim curve of her glutes hovering mere inches above the small of Sharpe’s brutally bent back. Sammain referred to the maneuver by its original name of Sasorigatame, but no doubt she’d chosen it for the name that the fans and Anna knew it under; the Sharpshooter.
SHARPSHOOTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgCfBavrACI
Sharpe curled her arm and shoved her mouth into the crook of her elbow to muffle her screams. Then with her free hand she reached back and snatched at air where she hoped the Dragon's dangling hair might be. Nothing. With increasing desperation she groped lower and finally managed to hook her fingers round Sammain's right ankle. She gasped with relief and started trying to tug the brunette off balance, but Autumn shook loose and stamped down on Anna's fingers, pinning the Brit's hand while at the same time leaning back into the hold, her trailing skirt mopping Sharpe's back.
“That was dumb even for you.” Sammain applied her boot to the task of making schnitzel of Anna's hand until the blonde jerked it free with a sob. Tossing her head, the Joshi Phenom bared her teeth and crouched deeper into the agonizing hold, rear end touching down on her foe's back. She nodded her head in satisfaction as Anna began the long trek to safety, clawing at the canvas and dragging both herself and her unwelcome passenger toward the ropes. “That's right Sharpe. Next time you think you're too good for all this, remember crawling on your belly. Remember praying I'd let go before your spine broke.”
Brought to an internal fury by Sammain's vindictiveness, Anna could nevertheless only sob as she made her slow way across the ring. Carpenter's inquiry as to her willingness to continue at least gave her an excuse to yell out a wavering “F*ck you!” Her watering eyes turning the arena into a blur of bright light and noise, she curled her uninjured fingers round the bottom rope and yelled, “GET THAT BITCH OFF MEEEAAAAGGGHHH!”
Autumn used the count to bear down even harder for those last few seconds, sweat popping on her forehead as she worked to wring every tremor of pain from her rival. When she finally broke the hold she stepped away and took a moment to look down at the Englishwoman's black-clad form.
And what she saw made her smile. The muscles in Sharpe's shoulder and back were rigid with the effort of keeping her arm hooked round the rope. It looked for all the world like she was caught in a strong tide, terrified of being swept away.
“You ever gonna let go of that life preserver or do I have to come in and get you?” But the taunt had barely left her mouth when Autumn decided that actually, Anna's recovery time was already up. Striding in fast she dragged the stricken blonde to her feet and kept her good and docile with a pair of bludgeoning Forearms that did the job almost too well, putting a tremble in the Brit's powerful thighs. “That's a real pair of championship legs you've got there, Sharpe,” she muttered, before offering her own version of support and sliding her right arm under Anna's left thigh, only to hoist her up and over with a ring-rattling Exploder. The Brit landed hard and rolled straight to her belly, leaving Autumn to figure out if there was some small part of her training reminding her to avoid a cover or if the pinch-faced tramp simply tried to hide her face on instinct. Sorely tempted to reapply the Sasorigatame and make Sharpe quit with a move she was trying to claim for herself, Sammain elected instead to push the pace, show the Brit she wasn't the only one in the ring with otherworldly stamina. Hurrying to the nearest corner she started to climb.
“Shyt.” Anna swore. Sammain moved too quickly to have any hope of catching her up top and vulnerable. Indeed the Joshi Phenom had already cleared the runway by the time the Englishwoman's brain had registered the increased volume from the crowd. She was barely able to scramble on her knees a few feet across the canvas and out of the landing zone. Still it was more time than Sammain had to bail out of the Moonsault, and yet she managed it, landing on her feet and hopping a single step backward in a finish to make a gymnast proud.
“OOOOFFFFHHH.” The wind was taken out of her by Anna's impromptu Spear. She came to rest stacked on her shoulders with her legs in the air. Anna caught hold of her ankles and scrambled to a kneeling position above her head, pulling her into a lewd split as the official counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
“Bitch.” Anna threw Sammain's legs down to grab at her crotch where the brunette had jabbed her hand upward before bucking out of the pin.
“Mason doesn't have a sense of smell, right?,” Autumn sneered, still on her back between Anna's knees but apparently heedless of the vulnerability of her position. “Either that or she's braver than she seemed.”
“You f*cking--” Too furious for further speech, Sharpe dug her claws into Autumn's tits, hissing like a pissed-off snake when the Gajin Extraordinaire reciprocated. They fought their inverted war for almost thirty seconds, determined fingers pinching and twisting their rival's nipples, until Autumn let go and CRACKED an upside-down Bitch Slap across Anna's cheek. Sharpe fired back with an overhand shot to the crotch that won her that little exchange, and while Sammain was busy with her hurts the Brit seized her by the hair and started to drag her to the nearest corner, stopping at intervals to drive an elbow into her skull. Sitting the brunette up against the turnbuckle she knelt in front of Sammain, who looked more than slightly spacey after the sequence of head shots. “In case you were wondering, you're not getting a spectacular finish.”
“Come on Anna, take it out of the corner,” Carpenter warned.
Instead, Sharpe cupped the back of Autumn's head to pull her away from the turnbuckle slightly. The dirty blonde finished her thought as though the ref had never spoken. “You don't deserve it. And neither do they.”
Autumn blinked her eyes slowly and managed a smile. “Kiss my ass you joyless bytch,” she mumbled.
The first round of punches reopened the cut on her forehead. She put her arms up to try ward off the punishment but Anna slapped them away and punched her in the eye. Again. And again. And again. She beat the Dragon slowly into unconsciousness.
She took no notice of the shouted warnings from behind her or the crescendoing boos from the fans; at one point she shook off a hand that grabbed her shoulder, and through it all she kept pounding away. When the bell rang Sammain's face was swollen and shiny with bruises and the ache in Anna's hand would take hours to subside. Still she punched.
Finally the grabbing hands wrapped round her waist and dragged her away. Shaking herself loose she took a moment to compose herself then held up her hand. “Alright, I get it. You did the right thing stopping it. She couldn't defend herself. She might very well have a concussion.”
“Get out of the ring, Anna. It's over,” Carpenter said, looking past her to where the medics were on their way out from the back.
“It's almost over.” Heading back to the corner, she turned around and unceremoniously stuffed her ass into Sammain's face, gripping the ropes with both hands and working a hard grind on the barely sensate brunette. “How's that for joyless, cunt? You're lucky you aren't woman enough to make me break a sweat,” she muttered. One message sent, it was time for the next. She grabbed Autumn's wrist and shouted out into the crowd. “Since the official announcement was kind of sombre, here's a better one. Ladies and gentleman, your winner, successfully defending the reputation of her sport, AUUUTUMMMN SAMMAAIIIIIN!!!” And she thrust Autumn's limp arm as high as it would reach, though from Sammain's position on her backside that only meant to the top of the ropes. Holding the pose until even the most determined of haters had fallen quiet, she let go and turned to leave when her own wrist was suddenly caught in a determined and tightening grip.
Anna looked down, half expecting to see Al Carpenter trying to tug her away like some sort of petulant toddler. Imagine her surprise then when she found herself looking into the hate-shiny eyes of the Joshi Phenom.
Sammain’s lips curled up in a smile like charring paper. “Anyone ever tell you you hit like a puss?” she rasped. “And you’ve got an ass like a sack of wet mice.”
Sharpe’s incredulity shattered beneath the bulk of her rage and she filled both hands with the brunette’s hair. “That’s it bytch, you’re leaving in a box!” A single colossal yank hauled Autumn to boot leather and would’ve led her into a nose shattering Headbutt if she hadn’t pursed her lips and ‘PPPHHHHWOOOOSSSHED!’ a glittering emerald cloud into the Englishwoman’s furious face. Sharpe shrieked in pain and stumbled away, all thoughts of vengeance forgotten as she pawed at her stinging eyes.
Well aware that the savage cunt had punched her right eye shut and perhaps loosened a few teeth, Sammain pushed off the buckles and stalked to within a few feet of the fumbling blonde. Lips pursed again, she let out a low, taunting whistle to get Sharpe’s attention. Sure enough, Anna whirled around with a Haymaker at the ready and THWHACK! The Dragon of Tokyo caught her just behind the right ear with a Roundhouse Kick that echoed into the cheap seats.
Anna’s head twisted to one side and the rest of her followed along willingly enough, but instead of sprawling onto her face like a good little tramp she stepped in fencepost holes until she was within inches of the ropes. That’s when she finally tripped on her own feet and tumbled through the gap between top and middle ropes.
Sammain sighed, ran a hand through her sweat-soaked hair. The disqualification victory rankled, but leaving Sharpe green-faced and unconscious in the shadow of the ring she couldn’t stand went a long way toward-- a grasping hand reached up and grabbed the bottom rope. Genuine surprise flashed on Autumn’s face for the first time that evening. “You gotta be f*cking kidding me.
Anna Sharpe pulled herself upright, her eyes looking feverish and insane amidst the remnants of the mist. “Gonna cripple you, Autumn.” she promised through clenched teeth. “Gonna break your spirit right before I break your bones!”
Too angry for words, Sammain spun on her heel, raced to the opposite set of strands and rushed back for a gorgeous no-hands Plan-- the capacity crowd ‘OOOOHHHHED!’ in surprise when Al Carpenter caught the Gaijin Extraordinaire out of the aether and dragged her back to the center of the squared circle. “IT’S OVER, AUTUMN!” he didn’t quite yell it, but the front row fans had no problem hearing him either.
“LET ME GO! IT’S NOT OVER UNTIL SHE’S CRYING AT MY FEET!”
“IN YOUR DREAMS F*CKWIT!” Sharpe had one knee on the apron and was actively hauling herself up for another go with the brunette. “THIS ENDS WHEN I END YOUR CAREER! HEAR ME, SAMMAIN? I’LL END YOUR MISERABLE CAR--NO! NO GODDAMMIT, LET ME GOOOOOOOO!”
The referees (Craig Long and Merle, should you wonder) redoubled their efforts and finally managed to wrest the squirming Briton off the ring. Elsewhere, Nick Castle slid under the bottom rope and bolstered Al’s efforts to keep Sammain from taking wing. “GET HET OUTTA HERE!” Castle ordered the other refs. “BEFORE THEY KILL EACH OTHER!”
“YOU HEAR THAT, SAMMAIN?” Anna screamed. “THEY KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO! THEY KNOW HOW THIS IS GOING TO END!”
“WE ALL KNOW HOW IT’S GOING TO END!” Autumn shrieked to the rapidly receding blonde. “YOU’RE GONNA BEG LOUDER THAN MASON EVER DID! I SWEAR IT, SHARPE! YOU’RE GONNA BEG!”
That brought another incoherent shriek of hate from Anna, the last thing the FAWNatics heard before she was dragged through the curtain. Sharpe’s departure calmed Sammain considerably, though it was still more than fifteen seconds before Castle and Carpenter deigned to let her go. “You ok, Autumn?” Al asked quietly. “Need me to get you to Vannacutt’s office?”
She shook her head ‘no’. “I can get there on my own. But I want Sharpe and her pet slut out of the building now. Because if I see them backstage…. just get them out of the building.” With that she shoved past them, slipped through the ropes and started the laborious journey up the ramp.
Carpenter watched her go for several seconds. Then he turned to Nick. “Should we tell security to get Anna and Caity out of the building? Their locker rooms are in different wings, but I’d hate…” he trailed off, letting the silence speak volumes.
Nick tapped his earpiece. “Already put the word out. Anciline’s offered up her limo to take them both home after Anna’s been cleaned up and looked over.”
“That’s good. I’d hate to see what those two could do to each other outside the confines of a ring.”
“Hell, I’m more worried about whatever poor dope has to call their next match.”
“Want that one for yourself?”
“Not if I can delegate it to you, Al.”
Al sighed. “Thanks boss.”