Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2016 23:40:18 GMT
The buzz from the crowd has yet to fully dissipate when the familiar sound of a certain Russian conversation chats up the amped audience and the unforgettable club groove krushes the house. The crowd hops to its feet for Snap’s The Power and for the arrival of the little exotic party animal the song precursored. The ovation only grows when Katya pops out from behind the curtains, the tawny-skinned Upstart bumping and grinding to the beat.
“THE POWER” BY SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg
Ready to party like there’s no tomorrow and with the shake-up at the top of the lightweight division giving everyone a little bit more hope, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty is at an all-time high. Determined to celebrate even before the arrival of her guest of dishonor, the Rave Queen bounds down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she can reach as she bounces from one side of the aisle to the other. She even stops for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Having increased the number of her fellow partiers by leaps and bounds, the crowd’s enthusiastic response continues, the audience putting their hands together and swiveling their much wider hips. And as the brunette makes her way, the PA provides the introduction for the Eastern European booty-shaking beauty.
“Tonight’s next contest is one fall and has a time limit of 20 minutes. First …standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
KATYA MICHALKA
The slinky dark-haired vixen sweeps and dives, twists and shakes her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shift up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for business AND pleasure.
The arena lights dim but the excited FAWNatics continue to chatter and applaud the return of the Ukrainian. As their buzz dies down, the announcer's voice.
“Her opponent tonight… standing at 5 feet 1 inch tall and weighing n at 112 pounds… from Houston, Texas…. 'THE RED DEATH', EVA MAY!
EVA MAY
“GOING TO HELL” BY THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmtbg5b7_Aw
There is a stunned silence as the tiny, muscular form of Eva slips through the entrance curtains. The woman who'd called herself the Panther – last seen humiliating FAWN's newest masked heroine, Crimson Dawn, stands before them as a woman reborn. Her standard purple and silver two piece is gone. Instead, Eva sports a blood red skin-tight Lycra top with horizontal slits along her sides leading towards her sternum, cut to resemble a ribcage. Her black Lycra bottoms are adorned with a print of a red pelvic girdle and femurs. On her face, barely dried, red make-up is smeared like a mask around her eyes and along her cheeks in the design of a skull. On top of the make-up, a familiar liberated red mask.
Eva's trophy.
New or old, the fans hate her and let Eva know it. She doesn't care. She plods her way to the ring, her bare feet slapping against the arena floor. She eyes Katya and offers a twisted smile, licking her teeth and sizing her opponent up. As she reaches the ring, she removes the actual mask and thrusts it to a ring attendant. “That better be in my locker, waiting for me.” She doesn't offer what the consequences will be for failure. She doesn't have to. The young attendant scurries backstage.
The ghoulish grappler slides under the ropes and takes steps towards Katya, but the referee immediately backs her to a corner to check her. Eva turns her menacing grin to him, raising her arms. “It's like you don't trust me,” she purrs.
“A lot like that,” the zebra says, patting Eva down before backing away.
Guessing tonight's partner is more a tango than a waltz or a slamdance, the brunette keeps her almond-shaped eyes glued to the new Eva. Veteran enough to be ready for anything from anyone, this change is still a head scratcher, but Michalka enjoys scratching where it itches. She swivels her hips to the middle of the ring, not wanting to appear ready to cede an inch to the reborn Panther. "You know. I do believe that mask is NOT your property and it's not nice to take what's not yours. Which is why, along with the win tonight, I'll be taking that mask back to Crimson." Kat offers a cheeky grin and a pucker, probing to see if she could get under the skin of tonight's challenger.
Eva laughs softly, shaking her head. “Take it, Katya. I'll send it to you gift-wrapped. You can't reclaim her dignity, though. That's always going to be mine.” The Texan crooks her head. “Have you heard of dignity? Or did the Russians take that, too, when they walked in your front door, suka?” The last word is the only Slavic Eva knows, or will ever know, but now she can proudly say she taught the FAWNatics how to call Katya a bitch in her birth tongue.
The smirk that had graced Kat's face is instantly wiped clean. Calling her names hardly mattered and doing her translation homework on the insult actually deserved some amount of appreciation, but bringing up the Russian pigs who'd crossed the border into her homeland. If Eva wanted to be red that was an excellent way to get there. Michalka steps forward, places her palms on Eva's shoulders and shoves. "Keep your mouth shut about the Motherland or I'll dance all over your face before the night's even close to through." The zebra steps between the two women, forcing Katya back as the aggressor. Michalka throws her hands up, apologizing. But when the man lets up an iota, she brushes him aside and charges the Panther, ready to start the fight before the bell with some balled fists courtesy Kiev.
The raver's mitt soars towards Eva, who steps back and snags it. Eva twists Katya's arm with a wrist lock before raising her own fist and slamming it into outstretched elbow. Michalka yanks away, pulling her arm from Eva's clutches and snarling. The smaller menace bolts from her corner and raises an arm, looking to short arm clothesline Katya as she turns.
Ending the first dance of the night quickly and emphatically, Eva drops Michalka like a bad habit. May yanks Michalka toward her with a grip on the Ukrainian's wrist and knocks her into next week with the opposite scythe-like arm. Kat's back and the back of her skull 'THWAP' against the canvas. The impact bounces Katya up to a seated position where she stays for the time being, cradling her noggin with both hands, face twisted in pain.
Michalka's time sitting upright is brief as a knee drives into the bridge of her nose, laying her out again. Eva falls on top of the raving beauty, immediately sinking her nails into Katya's face, clawing for eyes. The zebra jumps to action.
“Break the hold!” the ref booms. “C'mon, we have rules!”
Eva momentarily returns to her Panther roots and gives a long, catlike hiss. “No count?!” She digs her nails into the tender meat around Katya's eyes before the Ukrainian manages to buck her off. Eva, claws out, preps to set upon her again the the official steps between her.
“I want a clean fight!” he warns. “Keep up with that and you're DQed!”
The Red Menace narrows her eyes. “Oh, I see. For me, it's all by the rules. For her, it's a, 'Hey, c'mon, but go ahead and use a closed fist.'” The referee attempts to defend himself, but Eva begins on a swearing tirade, almost forgetting the task at hand. Almost. She shoves past the official and zoom in on Katya, reaching for a handful of hair to whip her new toy around with.
Still trying to regain her sight, blinking and rubbing her dark watery eyes, Michalka can hardly see Eva let alone stop the Panther from sinking her talons into the scalp of the Ukrainian. May forces Katya to her feet with a vicious double-handed yank and then begins swinging Kat from side to side via her chocolate-colored tresses. While the raver is accustomed to headbanging this is banging of another sort altogether and after several twists of her brain case, it's clear Katya's having her gray matter scrambled inside the shell.
Once more, the referee tries to break things up. “Hair, May! HAIR!”
“Yes, hair!” the red smeared cheater barks back. Eva looks back at him, hoisting Katya's face up. “A face, too!” A hand leaves Michalka's tresses and drives across her cheek with a loud crack. The slap's pop makes the referee recoil, almost forgetting his protest. Eva, however, grabs back at the party girl's hair with both hands, pivots, and slings her opponent into a corner. As the Ukrainian tumbles, Eva backs, then starts running, aiming a dropkick for Katya.
Katya ends on her ass again, seated, legs extended in front of her, her head bobbling like a giveaway doll at the ballpark. And when Eva lowers the boom with a low-rise dropkick to the chops, she is seated no longer. Flattened to vertical in violent fashion, her spinal column and skull crash against the canvas. The Raver slips her arms underneath and cradles her noggin, boot soles pattering a staccato burst against the deck as she curses the growing headache and her slow start. Rolling to her chest, she starts to slither her way toward the ropes, hoping to get out to the floor to take a break from the less than successful action so far.
“Where ya goin'?” Eva croons as she gets up and closes in on Katya. May grabs Michalka's ankles and yanks up, lifting her lower half from the mat, before sending a few kicks to her gut. Eva's bare feet find their way to soft belly as the raver's cropped tee false down, flashing the goods to the fans. Eva throws Katya's stems back to the mat and enjoys the grunt from the downed woman.
Eva slides her body up Katya's back. “You want out of the ring? But the party's in here.” Eva sits up and reaches under Katya's chin, positioning herself for a camel clutch.
Riding in a crouching straddle atop Michalka's lower spine, Eva reaches forward with both arms, swinging them together in front of the pained visage of FAWN's Rave Queen. Cupping Katya's chin as she laces her fingers, the Panther leans back and hauls the head and upper torso of the Ukrainian with her in a vertebrae-testing Camel Clutch. The large dark eyes of Kat dart from side to side in alarm as her muffled cries hiss from between pursed lips. Eva viciously tugs Katya's back into a larger and larger arc until Michalka is staring at the lights above. The official looks down into the Raver's face, asking if she wants to give. Kat manages to huff in the negative, even as those eyes start to well from the pain.
Eva pulls back, practically laying down, but the party girl refuses to submit. Eva finally accepts she won't be earning a fast win and slowly rises, still cupping Michalka's chin. The Red Menace raises her right foot, placing the ball against the back of the raven-haired raver's head. Releasing the chin, Eva stomps down and slams Michalka's face into the mat with all her weight, making sure to lean in on it and grind the Ukrainian's face into canvas before stomping on the base of her neck.
The raver stirs – hurt but not beaten – but doesn't rise. Fine by Eva, who parts Michalka's legs as far as they'll go, pushing her cute little butt down. The Texan then bounds for the opposite ropes, whips herself off them, and sails in towards Katya with a baseball slide aiming for all that's good and holy between her thighs.
Dazed by the calamitous curbstomp, Michalka doesn't register her lower limbs being parted and, despite the roar of alarm from the assembled, isn't cognizant of Eva's departure and imminent return. The brunette starts to push off her palms and gets her upper half a few inches off the canvas before Eva slides into third base. Her bare feet THWAP into Katya's kitty in violent fashion, many in the crowd cringing and groaning in sympathy. For her part, Kat can offer little more than a pitiful 'eep' as her crotch is demolished by the innovative Menace. Katya collapses to her chest and slithers forward slowly. Her nails digging into the canvas, she pulls motionless legs behind her, sobbing, as a wave of pain from below halts her limited progress.
Katya's eyes bulge as she feels deep, stinging nails rake down her back. She looks over her shoulder and sees Eva looming above her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Most ravers need a pacifier for their teeth or to get more fucked up,” Eva cackles, her talons diving into Katya's hair. She wrenches the fan favorite up so the fans can see the agony on Michalka's face. “This bitch needs one 'cuz she's just a big, sobbing baby!” To a chorus of boos, Eva pulls Michalka up by her locks and hoists her over her shoulders, face-up, in a torture rack. The hand securing Kat's lower half dives between her highs and mauls her crotch outside the hot pants. “Your kitty cat's seen better days,” Eva growls. “Gonna have to put that pussy down.” Eva stomps towards the ropes with the captured, bucking Katya, and smiles at the concrete outside the ring.
“Time to take the Euro-trash out,” May grunts.
Ready to heave a ho, Eva moves to the cables. But as she makes her way, Michalka reminds May she's still in the ring with another fighter. The blasted Kat fights back, swinging an elbow into the side of Eva's brain case time and time again, forcefully demanding her release before she can be sent on her way. But to Eva's credit, the Panther survives the battering and tosses Kat up and off her back, flinging the sultry brunette over the ropes. The Ukrainian tumbles to the thinly padded cement below, landing with a meaty 'THWACK', ending in a pained puddle. But having avoided landing on her noggin, Katya still moves, if painfully slowly. The ref seems less than moved by Kat's plight and starts his count, Eva celebrating her victory as the zebra moves inexorably toward 'TEN'. Desperate, Katya grabs the apron and pulls her way up, leaning heavily against the side of the ring through SIX and SEVEN. Looking wearily up at the man in stripes and the threatening Menace behind him, Michalka nevertheless throws her bruised body under the ropes at NINE, preventing the count out and a victory for the Panther.
In her FAWN career, there haven't been a lot of in-match moments that were truly memorable, especially in the last few matches. But a moment many will remember is Eva May, deciding a mere referee won't stop her fun and realizing she's smaller than him, tumbling through his parted legs, and popping up and leaping at Michalka like a cat of prey. Eva manages to soar between the middle and bottom cables, colliding with the good girl and bringing them both to the arena floor.
Eva gets up first, doing her best to pretend what just happened didn't hurt. Hopefully, though, it hurt the wriggling Ukrainian pile at her feet way more. Eva looks up at the referee, who is red-faced, and slams her foot on Katya's throat as he begins a fresh count. May yanks Katya up by her hair and slings her into a guardrail, driving the barrier into the front row. The raver slams, back first, and slumps. Eva lowers her shoulder, ready to drive it into her opponent's gut, and charges.
But Katya uses her best shimmy-shimmy-shake to eject from Eva's path. Instead of goring what's left of the Eastern European Party Girl, the Panther rams her head and right shoulder into the unforgiving steel of the barricade. As May seeps down the divider, the crowd roars its approval. Standing but slumped at Eva's side, Katya forces her aching body into action, sinking both hands into Eva's dark curls. She rips May to her feet and gives her noggin a serious shake from side to side, Kat swiveling her hips to a rhythm only she can hear. When Eva shows enough life to try and free herself, Katya lowers into a crouch, ready to leap into the air and sit out on the cement below her, risking a bruised tailbone if it means she can PLANT Eva's features to the floor with a facebuster.
Eva catches the floor right to the nose, instantly rolling onto her side and cradling her face. At first, she just sees stars. Then she sees flecks of red that aren't her face paint. It's not a lot of blood, there's barely any, but one doesn't take a cement floor to the face and just walk it off. Eva looks up at Katya, already on her feet and shaking and twirling to her own song. The Red Menace summons up her rage and sends a punch – a wild punch – but Katya more than dodges it. She dances with it, catching, spinning, and directing it away. Eva stumbles up, shaky, and attempts another hit, but the raver once more deftly guides the near hit and its sender with amazing dance moves, past her.
The only thing keeping Eva from falling to her knees is barely catching the mat's skirt. Then she remembers – the count. Still dazed and not seeing straight, the slowed down Texan starts to slowly pull herself under the bottom rope.
Katya, feeling more herself, hops to the apron, grabs the top rope with both hands and flings her body over, landing lightly inside and breaking the count at 'NINE". As Eva crawls under the cables, the Raver measures the entering May and boogies on down into action. Using the ropes at her side for assistance, Kat doesn't just aim a legdrop at the back of the Panther's head, but employs a little added momentum by forward flipping toward laying down the wood, in this case her tawny right stem atop the skull of the Red Menace.
There's a few seconds of time Eva loses as Katya's leg crushes down at the base of her skull. The thought that briefly pops into Eva's mind isn't anything involving pain, but just realizing how muscular the dancer's legs are, feeling them crush down on May. Then, everything goes white.
Eva snaps out of it as she feels hands grabbing on to her. She doesn't know what Katya's planning, but she knows she needs her wits to fight back. Flailing furiously, rolls onto her back and kicks her legs blindly at her assailant while scrabbling for the nearby ropes.
Katya holds onto each ankle for dear life, it being her turn to drag May to the middle. There she splits Eva's wickets wide, staring down at the rightly concerned face of the Panther. "How about a little turnabout, Cossack?" Eva shakes her head and washes some imaginary windows with her palms, pleading with Kat not to lower the boom to her box. Michalka has the crowd hooting with a swivel of her hips. She leaps into the air between Eva's raised stems but only to land atop them, sandwiching them under her own and stretching out her foe's groin muscles in the process instead of going straight for the sweetspot. Eva sits up, face twisted in agony, reaching for the inside of her burning thighs. Meanwhile, Kat pops to her feet and lands a soccer kick to Eva's chest that flattens the Menace. Scurrying to the top of the nearest set of buckles, Michalka turns to face the still horizontal hottie. Kat dips into a crouch, ready to explode into the ether and land atop Eva's chest with her Kiev Ghetto Stomp.
KIEV GHETTO STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI
Katya's boots squash Eva's breasts so far down, it's a wonder she still has them when the Ukrainian hops off. All May can do is cradle her breasts with one hand and her womanhood with the other, as if she can clutch the pain away. She swears under her breath a creative array of insults, but she's sluggish now and in agony. The only good news is the last combo knocked her wits back into place.
While Katya drinks in the fans, Eva rolls over onto hands and feet, debating scurrying to a defensible position in a corner or grabbing at the raver's game and hoping to bring her down to her level before she can do anything. “Fuck defense,” Eva says as she turtle crawls towards Michalka.
Michalka looks down at Eva with a hint of admiration. "Too dumb to know you're no Menace anymore," she notes calmly, landing a boot to Eva's left temple when her foe gets close. Having halted May's less than impressive advance, Kat grabs a wrist and tugs the Panther to her bare tootsies. She aims Eva at the far corner and sends her off with an Irish Whip. May speeds across the canvas and turns into a back-first collision with the buckles. The impact has enough force to turn off the Panther's cafe-au-lait-colored lower limbs and she drops to her considerable trunk, legs extended in front of her, head bobbling. Michalka is already in the opposite corner, revving her engines. The Ukrainian beauty hustles in after her foe, but pulls up short of a bronco buster, instead laying a boot to Eva's chest. It's then she and the FAWNatics get it on, Katya clapping as she sends boot after boot to Eva's sternum in a funky rhythm that the crowd knows is the sign for her signature House Party. Three...four...five stomps and the crowd is going wild, knowing what's coming at the end of this ho-down when Kat falls into a splits and thumps the front boot into Eva's crotch.
HOUSE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU
Eva bellows as the boot sinks into her crotch, howling with fury and agony. She bites her lower lip, withdrawing her hands from her womanhood and pulling herself up by the ropes as Katya rises to her fans cheers. The referee, remembering his job involves enforcing the rules on Michalka, too, steps in.
“No low blows, no matter how cool they look,” he pipes.
Eva, now to her knees, shoots him a glare. “Given up on pretending to be impartial?” The zebra's jaws open to protest, but he weighs what he actually said, and closes them again. However, divided attention does not a match win, and Eva's talk with the ref makes her blind to the knee driving into her belly.
As May doubles over, she feels Katya press against her and grab onto her. Not even looking up, Eva shoves a hand for Katya's face for an emergency eye gouge.
The fingers find their mark, scraping across Katya's dark, almond-shaped peepers. The exotique howls in pain, blindly turning from Eva and stumbling away in the opposite direction. Michalka rubs furiously at her eyes, cursing in her mother tongue. She feels her way to the opposite corner and turns to view a cloudy mixture of colors. She throws sightless punches and kicks in front of her to keep May away, if she was coming. In her current state of near blindness, she can't be sure.
Katya never sees Eva's shoulder as it drives into her sternum. However, Eva also doesn't see Katya's knee raise into her ribs. Both women cry out but keep pounding away. Eva manages a few furious punches towards Katya's face, but the raver turns away a few and sends back more of her own to the source. Eva's so sure she has the dancer where she wants her, but the referee shows up.
“C'mon! Out of the corner!” he barks.
Eva doesn't know why she looks at him. Referees mean so little to her. But she does. And that's all she needs to be shoved back by the European. She looks at Katya but already she's in motion. Eva sees the blur of Michalka's thick, strong dancing leg whipping towards her face. She can't duck – she's not fast enough. All she can try to do is catch the hit.
But instead of plowing into Eva's face, the legs surround her head and clamp down in a tight scissors. Michalka, whose arms still lean on top of the uppermost cables on either side of the corner, pushes away from the buckles. The brunette spins out of the corner and forces May to join her, keeping the scissors on tight. The makeshift hurricarana sends the Panther flying across the ring, skidding to a stop. Eva reaches for her aching back, but refuses to stay down, pushing to stooped feet. Kat is already on the move, racing to her foe. She hops atop the bent Eva, landing astride her foe's upper body, facing in the opposite direction. Twisting her frame, the Rave Queen throws her momentum in the opposite direction, hoping to posterize the Panther with her signature Rave Bomb Remix for the pin and the win.
RAVE BOMB REMIX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw
Eva's body plants into plywood. Katya triumphantly leans in for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Eva bucks, raising a shoulder. Katya looks down, shocked that this isn't over. The Texan pulls one of her gams from Katya's grasp, tucks it close to her chest, and slams her foot between Michalka's eyes. The Ukrainian releases the hold and Eva rolls backwards, onto her haunches. She's exhausted, but both women are. Eva sees Katya scrambling to get up and she knows – now or never. The Panther lunges forth, her forearm seeking a neck.
Michalka, blinking her eyes wide after the boot to her noggin, wobbles on her knees next to the Red Menace. Eva surges toward her foe and throws a forearm shiver into Kat's throat. The unorthodox maneuver knocks the Ukrainian flat to the canvas, the brunette grasping at her neck as she chokes in some raspy breaths.
The maneuver also brings Eva to the mat, on hands and knees. She pushes herself up, looks down at Katya, and rakes for the eyes mercilessly. The zebra barks at Eva to respect the rules but he might as well be speaking in a dead tongue. She looks at him, smiles, and yanks on Katya's hair. The Texan rips the brunette's mane from side to side as she positions herself behind Michalka, prepping to wrap her legs around the raver's straining neck.
Hauled to a semi-seated position by her mane, Katya feels Eva's legs wrap around her from behind, the lower limbs encircling her neck and clamping down with fearsome force. Michalka winces as she fruitlessly pries at the vice-like scissors. Red faced and increasingly flaccid, her lids flutter as Eva continues to close down her carotid with the scissors. Michalka plants the soles of her boots on the canvas and pushes backwards, trying to roll May into a cradled pin behind her and force Eva to break to get her shoulders off the mat before the three-count.
Before Eva knows what's going on, she feels herself against the mat and hears a hand slapping canvas.
ONE…
TW--
Eva sits up, relaxing her legs and letting Katya escape. The party girl sits up immediately, sucking air in. May, still behind her, begins pummeling Katya's back by stomping it with her feet. Onlookers can't help but notice how Eva looks like she's just having a tantrum, but Michalka's expression is a testament to the pain she's causing. The Panther rises and sends her barefoot across the back of Katya's skull, rattling the brunette's brains and rocking her forward.
“Know what?” Eva yells the jeering masses. “I think we're done here. I think it's time I put this animal down so I can get to skinning it.” She moves in front of Katya and leers down. “Dasvidaniya, bitch,” she purrs as she shoves Michalka's head between her legs for a powerbomb.
Yanking Kat up from her seat, May forcefully pulls the Raver's lowered noggin between her thighs and tightens the stems around the brain case of the Eastern European beauty. Before Eva can launch, Kat wraps her arms around the legs of May and tries to preemptively send Eva into the air, up and over her shoulders with a back body drop. But the work the Panther's done on Katya's spine pays dividends when Michalka tries to send Eva up and over, but her balking vertebrae won't allow it, May up to tiptoes before receding to the canvas. Katya tries again but makes even less headway. Eva's arms are tight around Kat's tummy and she sends her foe flying into a front flip up her body, Eva catching the Ukrainian in a seated position on her shoulders. Kat clenches a right fist, but before she can thrown down, Eva does with her bombing run, driving Katya into the canvas with the powerbomb that surely puts a Katya-sized dent in the mat. Michalka spreads out in a motionless starfish, the air taken out of the crowd and Kat.
Surveying the damage she's done, Eva can barely contain herself. She admires the prone, toned body of Katya and there's just so much to do… so many possibilities. Still, the match isn't over. She traces her fingers along the still beauty's thigh before digging talons into the crotch of Katya's booty shorts. It's enough to jolt Michalka back to life. “That's it, little girl,” Eva coos. “We're almost done here.” She rips mercilessly a few more times, making sure Katya will be feeling this for days, before pulling Katya up to very unsteady feet. Once mostly vertical, Eva leads the raver to a corner. Before her prey can topple, Eva releases Katya and hurries up the turnbuckle for her finisher, the Panther's Pounce!
PANTHER'S POUNCE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynez9ojAxQU
Eva pounces toward her prey, twisting her body and reaching her arms toward the already wobbly Party Girl. But Kat has at least a blurry view as the airborne Panther skies toward her with the end of the match a connection away. In that split-second, Katya races toward the corner from which Eva's leaped and the Panther goes soaring past as Michalka ducks under. While Michalka catches herself in the buckles, breathing a sigh of relief, Eva lands with a resounding THUD, having missed her mark. She reaches for her lower spine, body arched in pain, while Kat pushes toward her. The Rave Queen struggles to remain upright on the trip, but reaches the downed Eva, sinking both sets of nails into May's scalp to pull the Panther to her feet. Slipping her head under a limp arm, Kat moves alongside her foe, wrapping her near arm around Eva's back and side. A seemingly re-energized Michalka tries to launch May into the air for what initially looks like a side suplex but becomes something much more, namely her signature Sugar Rush
SUGAR RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
The sensation of the mat colliding with Eva's forehead is like having a two by four shoot through her brain. Everything blurs white and when she is able to refocus, the arena is spinning around her. Above her, Eva sees a form and instinctively sweeps at the figure's legs with her arm. She almost knocks it over, too. But as it dodges her grasp, she feels the leg. Pants.
It's the referee. In a panic, Eva looks around the ring for Katya.
May rises to stooped feet, head on a swivel. looking for the Rave Queen. She finds her much faster than she cares to when Katya sprints in from stage left. Using Eva's slightly bent knee for a platform, Kat sends her opposite leg high above the back of the Panther's brain case, hoping to send it CLUNKING into the base of Eva's skull for a Kandi Kick that would deliver the Red Menace to dreamland
KANDI KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKH30PwxyAQ
Eva's head snaps to the side as she drops to her knees, then falls backwards. She is still just aware enough to feel it when Katya gets atop her, to realize her legs are being lifted, and to know she just can't fight the pin anymore.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell rings as Eva's eyelids flutter. She tries to summon some strength to even get up, but her body has apparently turned to lead.
Michalka holds hard for the three-count, but the strike of boot to brain steam was flush and Eva barely fidgets through the pin and the win. The brunette sighs in relief, relaxing atop the beaten Panther. She moves softly up and down from her heartbeat and May's before rolling off the vanquished and lying next to May, shoulder to shoulder in simultaneous recovery. The sound of the ring announcer is Five-Hour Energy for the Raver however. He booms out "Your winner. By pinfall. Katya Michalka." Kat wearily pushes to her feet and does her best energy-saving boogie to the roar of the crowd. She gets down as best she can above the splayed Eva. May wraps a weakened palm around her ankle but Kat kicks free to return to her partying, rising up a corner and celebrating with the FAWNatics before deciding to vacate the dance floor and continue the rave backstage.
“THE POWER” BY SNAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg
Ready to party like there’s no tomorrow and with the shake-up at the top of the lightweight division giving everyone a little bit more hope, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty is at an all-time high. Determined to celebrate even before the arrival of her guest of dishonor, the Rave Queen bounds down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she can reach as she bounces from one side of the aisle to the other. She even stops for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Having increased the number of her fellow partiers by leaps and bounds, the crowd’s enthusiastic response continues, the audience putting their hands together and swiveling their much wider hips. And as the brunette makes her way, the PA provides the introduction for the Eastern European booty-shaking beauty.
“Tonight’s next contest is one fall and has a time limit of 20 minutes. First …standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
KATYA MICHALKA
The slinky dark-haired vixen sweeps and dives, twists and shakes her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shift up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for business AND pleasure.
The arena lights dim but the excited FAWNatics continue to chatter and applaud the return of the Ukrainian. As their buzz dies down, the announcer's voice.
“Her opponent tonight… standing at 5 feet 1 inch tall and weighing n at 112 pounds… from Houston, Texas…. 'THE RED DEATH', EVA MAY!
EVA MAY
“GOING TO HELL” BY THE PRETTY RECKLESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmtbg5b7_Aw
There is a stunned silence as the tiny, muscular form of Eva slips through the entrance curtains. The woman who'd called herself the Panther – last seen humiliating FAWN's newest masked heroine, Crimson Dawn, stands before them as a woman reborn. Her standard purple and silver two piece is gone. Instead, Eva sports a blood red skin-tight Lycra top with horizontal slits along her sides leading towards her sternum, cut to resemble a ribcage. Her black Lycra bottoms are adorned with a print of a red pelvic girdle and femurs. On her face, barely dried, red make-up is smeared like a mask around her eyes and along her cheeks in the design of a skull. On top of the make-up, a familiar liberated red mask.
Eva's trophy.
New or old, the fans hate her and let Eva know it. She doesn't care. She plods her way to the ring, her bare feet slapping against the arena floor. She eyes Katya and offers a twisted smile, licking her teeth and sizing her opponent up. As she reaches the ring, she removes the actual mask and thrusts it to a ring attendant. “That better be in my locker, waiting for me.” She doesn't offer what the consequences will be for failure. She doesn't have to. The young attendant scurries backstage.
The ghoulish grappler slides under the ropes and takes steps towards Katya, but the referee immediately backs her to a corner to check her. Eva turns her menacing grin to him, raising her arms. “It's like you don't trust me,” she purrs.
“A lot like that,” the zebra says, patting Eva down before backing away.
Guessing tonight's partner is more a tango than a waltz or a slamdance, the brunette keeps her almond-shaped eyes glued to the new Eva. Veteran enough to be ready for anything from anyone, this change is still a head scratcher, but Michalka enjoys scratching where it itches. She swivels her hips to the middle of the ring, not wanting to appear ready to cede an inch to the reborn Panther. "You know. I do believe that mask is NOT your property and it's not nice to take what's not yours. Which is why, along with the win tonight, I'll be taking that mask back to Crimson." Kat offers a cheeky grin and a pucker, probing to see if she could get under the skin of tonight's challenger.
Eva laughs softly, shaking her head. “Take it, Katya. I'll send it to you gift-wrapped. You can't reclaim her dignity, though. That's always going to be mine.” The Texan crooks her head. “Have you heard of dignity? Or did the Russians take that, too, when they walked in your front door, suka?” The last word is the only Slavic Eva knows, or will ever know, but now she can proudly say she taught the FAWNatics how to call Katya a bitch in her birth tongue.
The smirk that had graced Kat's face is instantly wiped clean. Calling her names hardly mattered and doing her translation homework on the insult actually deserved some amount of appreciation, but bringing up the Russian pigs who'd crossed the border into her homeland. If Eva wanted to be red that was an excellent way to get there. Michalka steps forward, places her palms on Eva's shoulders and shoves. "Keep your mouth shut about the Motherland or I'll dance all over your face before the night's even close to through." The zebra steps between the two women, forcing Katya back as the aggressor. Michalka throws her hands up, apologizing. But when the man lets up an iota, she brushes him aside and charges the Panther, ready to start the fight before the bell with some balled fists courtesy Kiev.
The raver's mitt soars towards Eva, who steps back and snags it. Eva twists Katya's arm with a wrist lock before raising her own fist and slamming it into outstretched elbow. Michalka yanks away, pulling her arm from Eva's clutches and snarling. The smaller menace bolts from her corner and raises an arm, looking to short arm clothesline Katya as she turns.
Ending the first dance of the night quickly and emphatically, Eva drops Michalka like a bad habit. May yanks Michalka toward her with a grip on the Ukrainian's wrist and knocks her into next week with the opposite scythe-like arm. Kat's back and the back of her skull 'THWAP' against the canvas. The impact bounces Katya up to a seated position where she stays for the time being, cradling her noggin with both hands, face twisted in pain.
Michalka's time sitting upright is brief as a knee drives into the bridge of her nose, laying her out again. Eva falls on top of the raving beauty, immediately sinking her nails into Katya's face, clawing for eyes. The zebra jumps to action.
“Break the hold!” the ref booms. “C'mon, we have rules!”
Eva momentarily returns to her Panther roots and gives a long, catlike hiss. “No count?!” She digs her nails into the tender meat around Katya's eyes before the Ukrainian manages to buck her off. Eva, claws out, preps to set upon her again the the official steps between her.
“I want a clean fight!” he warns. “Keep up with that and you're DQed!”
The Red Menace narrows her eyes. “Oh, I see. For me, it's all by the rules. For her, it's a, 'Hey, c'mon, but go ahead and use a closed fist.'” The referee attempts to defend himself, but Eva begins on a swearing tirade, almost forgetting the task at hand. Almost. She shoves past the official and zoom in on Katya, reaching for a handful of hair to whip her new toy around with.
Still trying to regain her sight, blinking and rubbing her dark watery eyes, Michalka can hardly see Eva let alone stop the Panther from sinking her talons into the scalp of the Ukrainian. May forces Katya to her feet with a vicious double-handed yank and then begins swinging Kat from side to side via her chocolate-colored tresses. While the raver is accustomed to headbanging this is banging of another sort altogether and after several twists of her brain case, it's clear Katya's having her gray matter scrambled inside the shell.
Once more, the referee tries to break things up. “Hair, May! HAIR!”
“Yes, hair!” the red smeared cheater barks back. Eva looks back at him, hoisting Katya's face up. “A face, too!” A hand leaves Michalka's tresses and drives across her cheek with a loud crack. The slap's pop makes the referee recoil, almost forgetting his protest. Eva, however, grabs back at the party girl's hair with both hands, pivots, and slings her opponent into a corner. As the Ukrainian tumbles, Eva backs, then starts running, aiming a dropkick for Katya.
Katya ends on her ass again, seated, legs extended in front of her, her head bobbling like a giveaway doll at the ballpark. And when Eva lowers the boom with a low-rise dropkick to the chops, she is seated no longer. Flattened to vertical in violent fashion, her spinal column and skull crash against the canvas. The Raver slips her arms underneath and cradles her noggin, boot soles pattering a staccato burst against the deck as she curses the growing headache and her slow start. Rolling to her chest, she starts to slither her way toward the ropes, hoping to get out to the floor to take a break from the less than successful action so far.
“Where ya goin'?” Eva croons as she gets up and closes in on Katya. May grabs Michalka's ankles and yanks up, lifting her lower half from the mat, before sending a few kicks to her gut. Eva's bare feet find their way to soft belly as the raver's cropped tee false down, flashing the goods to the fans. Eva throws Katya's stems back to the mat and enjoys the grunt from the downed woman.
Eva slides her body up Katya's back. “You want out of the ring? But the party's in here.” Eva sits up and reaches under Katya's chin, positioning herself for a camel clutch.
Riding in a crouching straddle atop Michalka's lower spine, Eva reaches forward with both arms, swinging them together in front of the pained visage of FAWN's Rave Queen. Cupping Katya's chin as she laces her fingers, the Panther leans back and hauls the head and upper torso of the Ukrainian with her in a vertebrae-testing Camel Clutch. The large dark eyes of Kat dart from side to side in alarm as her muffled cries hiss from between pursed lips. Eva viciously tugs Katya's back into a larger and larger arc until Michalka is staring at the lights above. The official looks down into the Raver's face, asking if she wants to give. Kat manages to huff in the negative, even as those eyes start to well from the pain.
Eva pulls back, practically laying down, but the party girl refuses to submit. Eva finally accepts she won't be earning a fast win and slowly rises, still cupping Michalka's chin. The Red Menace raises her right foot, placing the ball against the back of the raven-haired raver's head. Releasing the chin, Eva stomps down and slams Michalka's face into the mat with all her weight, making sure to lean in on it and grind the Ukrainian's face into canvas before stomping on the base of her neck.
The raver stirs – hurt but not beaten – but doesn't rise. Fine by Eva, who parts Michalka's legs as far as they'll go, pushing her cute little butt down. The Texan then bounds for the opposite ropes, whips herself off them, and sails in towards Katya with a baseball slide aiming for all that's good and holy between her thighs.
Dazed by the calamitous curbstomp, Michalka doesn't register her lower limbs being parted and, despite the roar of alarm from the assembled, isn't cognizant of Eva's departure and imminent return. The brunette starts to push off her palms and gets her upper half a few inches off the canvas before Eva slides into third base. Her bare feet THWAP into Katya's kitty in violent fashion, many in the crowd cringing and groaning in sympathy. For her part, Kat can offer little more than a pitiful 'eep' as her crotch is demolished by the innovative Menace. Katya collapses to her chest and slithers forward slowly. Her nails digging into the canvas, she pulls motionless legs behind her, sobbing, as a wave of pain from below halts her limited progress.
Katya's eyes bulge as she feels deep, stinging nails rake down her back. She looks over her shoulder and sees Eva looming above her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Most ravers need a pacifier for their teeth or to get more fucked up,” Eva cackles, her talons diving into Katya's hair. She wrenches the fan favorite up so the fans can see the agony on Michalka's face. “This bitch needs one 'cuz she's just a big, sobbing baby!” To a chorus of boos, Eva pulls Michalka up by her locks and hoists her over her shoulders, face-up, in a torture rack. The hand securing Kat's lower half dives between her highs and mauls her crotch outside the hot pants. “Your kitty cat's seen better days,” Eva growls. “Gonna have to put that pussy down.” Eva stomps towards the ropes with the captured, bucking Katya, and smiles at the concrete outside the ring.
“Time to take the Euro-trash out,” May grunts.
Ready to heave a ho, Eva moves to the cables. But as she makes her way, Michalka reminds May she's still in the ring with another fighter. The blasted Kat fights back, swinging an elbow into the side of Eva's brain case time and time again, forcefully demanding her release before she can be sent on her way. But to Eva's credit, the Panther survives the battering and tosses Kat up and off her back, flinging the sultry brunette over the ropes. The Ukrainian tumbles to the thinly padded cement below, landing with a meaty 'THWACK', ending in a pained puddle. But having avoided landing on her noggin, Katya still moves, if painfully slowly. The ref seems less than moved by Kat's plight and starts his count, Eva celebrating her victory as the zebra moves inexorably toward 'TEN'. Desperate, Katya grabs the apron and pulls her way up, leaning heavily against the side of the ring through SIX and SEVEN. Looking wearily up at the man in stripes and the threatening Menace behind him, Michalka nevertheless throws her bruised body under the ropes at NINE, preventing the count out and a victory for the Panther.
In her FAWN career, there haven't been a lot of in-match moments that were truly memorable, especially in the last few matches. But a moment many will remember is Eva May, deciding a mere referee won't stop her fun and realizing she's smaller than him, tumbling through his parted legs, and popping up and leaping at Michalka like a cat of prey. Eva manages to soar between the middle and bottom cables, colliding with the good girl and bringing them both to the arena floor.
Eva gets up first, doing her best to pretend what just happened didn't hurt. Hopefully, though, it hurt the wriggling Ukrainian pile at her feet way more. Eva looks up at the referee, who is red-faced, and slams her foot on Katya's throat as he begins a fresh count. May yanks Katya up by her hair and slings her into a guardrail, driving the barrier into the front row. The raver slams, back first, and slumps. Eva lowers her shoulder, ready to drive it into her opponent's gut, and charges.
But Katya uses her best shimmy-shimmy-shake to eject from Eva's path. Instead of goring what's left of the Eastern European Party Girl, the Panther rams her head and right shoulder into the unforgiving steel of the barricade. As May seeps down the divider, the crowd roars its approval. Standing but slumped at Eva's side, Katya forces her aching body into action, sinking both hands into Eva's dark curls. She rips May to her feet and gives her noggin a serious shake from side to side, Kat swiveling her hips to a rhythm only she can hear. When Eva shows enough life to try and free herself, Katya lowers into a crouch, ready to leap into the air and sit out on the cement below her, risking a bruised tailbone if it means she can PLANT Eva's features to the floor with a facebuster.
Eva catches the floor right to the nose, instantly rolling onto her side and cradling her face. At first, she just sees stars. Then she sees flecks of red that aren't her face paint. It's not a lot of blood, there's barely any, but one doesn't take a cement floor to the face and just walk it off. Eva looks up at Katya, already on her feet and shaking and twirling to her own song. The Red Menace summons up her rage and sends a punch – a wild punch – but Katya more than dodges it. She dances with it, catching, spinning, and directing it away. Eva stumbles up, shaky, and attempts another hit, but the raver once more deftly guides the near hit and its sender with amazing dance moves, past her.
The only thing keeping Eva from falling to her knees is barely catching the mat's skirt. Then she remembers – the count. Still dazed and not seeing straight, the slowed down Texan starts to slowly pull herself under the bottom rope.
Katya, feeling more herself, hops to the apron, grabs the top rope with both hands and flings her body over, landing lightly inside and breaking the count at 'NINE". As Eva crawls under the cables, the Raver measures the entering May and boogies on down into action. Using the ropes at her side for assistance, Kat doesn't just aim a legdrop at the back of the Panther's head, but employs a little added momentum by forward flipping toward laying down the wood, in this case her tawny right stem atop the skull of the Red Menace.
There's a few seconds of time Eva loses as Katya's leg crushes down at the base of her skull. The thought that briefly pops into Eva's mind isn't anything involving pain, but just realizing how muscular the dancer's legs are, feeling them crush down on May. Then, everything goes white.
Eva snaps out of it as she feels hands grabbing on to her. She doesn't know what Katya's planning, but she knows she needs her wits to fight back. Flailing furiously, rolls onto her back and kicks her legs blindly at her assailant while scrabbling for the nearby ropes.
Katya holds onto each ankle for dear life, it being her turn to drag May to the middle. There she splits Eva's wickets wide, staring down at the rightly concerned face of the Panther. "How about a little turnabout, Cossack?" Eva shakes her head and washes some imaginary windows with her palms, pleading with Kat not to lower the boom to her box. Michalka has the crowd hooting with a swivel of her hips. She leaps into the air between Eva's raised stems but only to land atop them, sandwiching them under her own and stretching out her foe's groin muscles in the process instead of going straight for the sweetspot. Eva sits up, face twisted in agony, reaching for the inside of her burning thighs. Meanwhile, Kat pops to her feet and lands a soccer kick to Eva's chest that flattens the Menace. Scurrying to the top of the nearest set of buckles, Michalka turns to face the still horizontal hottie. Kat dips into a crouch, ready to explode into the ether and land atop Eva's chest with her Kiev Ghetto Stomp.
KIEV GHETTO STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI
Katya's boots squash Eva's breasts so far down, it's a wonder she still has them when the Ukrainian hops off. All May can do is cradle her breasts with one hand and her womanhood with the other, as if she can clutch the pain away. She swears under her breath a creative array of insults, but she's sluggish now and in agony. The only good news is the last combo knocked her wits back into place.
While Katya drinks in the fans, Eva rolls over onto hands and feet, debating scurrying to a defensible position in a corner or grabbing at the raver's game and hoping to bring her down to her level before she can do anything. “Fuck defense,” Eva says as she turtle crawls towards Michalka.
Michalka looks down at Eva with a hint of admiration. "Too dumb to know you're no Menace anymore," she notes calmly, landing a boot to Eva's left temple when her foe gets close. Having halted May's less than impressive advance, Kat grabs a wrist and tugs the Panther to her bare tootsies. She aims Eva at the far corner and sends her off with an Irish Whip. May speeds across the canvas and turns into a back-first collision with the buckles. The impact has enough force to turn off the Panther's cafe-au-lait-colored lower limbs and she drops to her considerable trunk, legs extended in front of her, head bobbling. Michalka is already in the opposite corner, revving her engines. The Ukrainian beauty hustles in after her foe, but pulls up short of a bronco buster, instead laying a boot to Eva's chest. It's then she and the FAWNatics get it on, Katya clapping as she sends boot after boot to Eva's sternum in a funky rhythm that the crowd knows is the sign for her signature House Party. Three...four...five stomps and the crowd is going wild, knowing what's coming at the end of this ho-down when Kat falls into a splits and thumps the front boot into Eva's crotch.
HOUSE PARTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU
Eva bellows as the boot sinks into her crotch, howling with fury and agony. She bites her lower lip, withdrawing her hands from her womanhood and pulling herself up by the ropes as Katya rises to her fans cheers. The referee, remembering his job involves enforcing the rules on Michalka, too, steps in.
“No low blows, no matter how cool they look,” he pipes.
Eva, now to her knees, shoots him a glare. “Given up on pretending to be impartial?” The zebra's jaws open to protest, but he weighs what he actually said, and closes them again. However, divided attention does not a match win, and Eva's talk with the ref makes her blind to the knee driving into her belly.
As May doubles over, she feels Katya press against her and grab onto her. Not even looking up, Eva shoves a hand for Katya's face for an emergency eye gouge.
The fingers find their mark, scraping across Katya's dark, almond-shaped peepers. The exotique howls in pain, blindly turning from Eva and stumbling away in the opposite direction. Michalka rubs furiously at her eyes, cursing in her mother tongue. She feels her way to the opposite corner and turns to view a cloudy mixture of colors. She throws sightless punches and kicks in front of her to keep May away, if she was coming. In her current state of near blindness, she can't be sure.
Katya never sees Eva's shoulder as it drives into her sternum. However, Eva also doesn't see Katya's knee raise into her ribs. Both women cry out but keep pounding away. Eva manages a few furious punches towards Katya's face, but the raver turns away a few and sends back more of her own to the source. Eva's so sure she has the dancer where she wants her, but the referee shows up.
“C'mon! Out of the corner!” he barks.
Eva doesn't know why she looks at him. Referees mean so little to her. But she does. And that's all she needs to be shoved back by the European. She looks at Katya but already she's in motion. Eva sees the blur of Michalka's thick, strong dancing leg whipping towards her face. She can't duck – she's not fast enough. All she can try to do is catch the hit.
But instead of plowing into Eva's face, the legs surround her head and clamp down in a tight scissors. Michalka, whose arms still lean on top of the uppermost cables on either side of the corner, pushes away from the buckles. The brunette spins out of the corner and forces May to join her, keeping the scissors on tight. The makeshift hurricarana sends the Panther flying across the ring, skidding to a stop. Eva reaches for her aching back, but refuses to stay down, pushing to stooped feet. Kat is already on the move, racing to her foe. She hops atop the bent Eva, landing astride her foe's upper body, facing in the opposite direction. Twisting her frame, the Rave Queen throws her momentum in the opposite direction, hoping to posterize the Panther with her signature Rave Bomb Remix for the pin and the win.
RAVE BOMB REMIX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UutsI3scTFw
Eva's body plants into plywood. Katya triumphantly leans in for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Eva bucks, raising a shoulder. Katya looks down, shocked that this isn't over. The Texan pulls one of her gams from Katya's grasp, tucks it close to her chest, and slams her foot between Michalka's eyes. The Ukrainian releases the hold and Eva rolls backwards, onto her haunches. She's exhausted, but both women are. Eva sees Katya scrambling to get up and she knows – now or never. The Panther lunges forth, her forearm seeking a neck.
Michalka, blinking her eyes wide after the boot to her noggin, wobbles on her knees next to the Red Menace. Eva surges toward her foe and throws a forearm shiver into Kat's throat. The unorthodox maneuver knocks the Ukrainian flat to the canvas, the brunette grasping at her neck as she chokes in some raspy breaths.
The maneuver also brings Eva to the mat, on hands and knees. She pushes herself up, looks down at Katya, and rakes for the eyes mercilessly. The zebra barks at Eva to respect the rules but he might as well be speaking in a dead tongue. She looks at him, smiles, and yanks on Katya's hair. The Texan rips the brunette's mane from side to side as she positions herself behind Michalka, prepping to wrap her legs around the raver's straining neck.
Hauled to a semi-seated position by her mane, Katya feels Eva's legs wrap around her from behind, the lower limbs encircling her neck and clamping down with fearsome force. Michalka winces as she fruitlessly pries at the vice-like scissors. Red faced and increasingly flaccid, her lids flutter as Eva continues to close down her carotid with the scissors. Michalka plants the soles of her boots on the canvas and pushes backwards, trying to roll May into a cradled pin behind her and force Eva to break to get her shoulders off the mat before the three-count.
Before Eva knows what's going on, she feels herself against the mat and hears a hand slapping canvas.
ONE…
TW--
Eva sits up, relaxing her legs and letting Katya escape. The party girl sits up immediately, sucking air in. May, still behind her, begins pummeling Katya's back by stomping it with her feet. Onlookers can't help but notice how Eva looks like she's just having a tantrum, but Michalka's expression is a testament to the pain she's causing. The Panther rises and sends her barefoot across the back of Katya's skull, rattling the brunette's brains and rocking her forward.
“Know what?” Eva yells the jeering masses. “I think we're done here. I think it's time I put this animal down so I can get to skinning it.” She moves in front of Katya and leers down. “Dasvidaniya, bitch,” she purrs as she shoves Michalka's head between her legs for a powerbomb.
Yanking Kat up from her seat, May forcefully pulls the Raver's lowered noggin between her thighs and tightens the stems around the brain case of the Eastern European beauty. Before Eva can launch, Kat wraps her arms around the legs of May and tries to preemptively send Eva into the air, up and over her shoulders with a back body drop. But the work the Panther's done on Katya's spine pays dividends when Michalka tries to send Eva up and over, but her balking vertebrae won't allow it, May up to tiptoes before receding to the canvas. Katya tries again but makes even less headway. Eva's arms are tight around Kat's tummy and she sends her foe flying into a front flip up her body, Eva catching the Ukrainian in a seated position on her shoulders. Kat clenches a right fist, but before she can thrown down, Eva does with her bombing run, driving Katya into the canvas with the powerbomb that surely puts a Katya-sized dent in the mat. Michalka spreads out in a motionless starfish, the air taken out of the crowd and Kat.
Surveying the damage she's done, Eva can barely contain herself. She admires the prone, toned body of Katya and there's just so much to do… so many possibilities. Still, the match isn't over. She traces her fingers along the still beauty's thigh before digging talons into the crotch of Katya's booty shorts. It's enough to jolt Michalka back to life. “That's it, little girl,” Eva coos. “We're almost done here.” She rips mercilessly a few more times, making sure Katya will be feeling this for days, before pulling Katya up to very unsteady feet. Once mostly vertical, Eva leads the raver to a corner. Before her prey can topple, Eva releases Katya and hurries up the turnbuckle for her finisher, the Panther's Pounce!
PANTHER'S POUNCE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynez9ojAxQU
Eva pounces toward her prey, twisting her body and reaching her arms toward the already wobbly Party Girl. But Kat has at least a blurry view as the airborne Panther skies toward her with the end of the match a connection away. In that split-second, Katya races toward the corner from which Eva's leaped and the Panther goes soaring past as Michalka ducks under. While Michalka catches herself in the buckles, breathing a sigh of relief, Eva lands with a resounding THUD, having missed her mark. She reaches for her lower spine, body arched in pain, while Kat pushes toward her. The Rave Queen struggles to remain upright on the trip, but reaches the downed Eva, sinking both sets of nails into May's scalp to pull the Panther to her feet. Slipping her head under a limp arm, Kat moves alongside her foe, wrapping her near arm around Eva's back and side. A seemingly re-energized Michalka tries to launch May into the air for what initially looks like a side suplex but becomes something much more, namely her signature Sugar Rush
SUGAR RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFpQaOEcnZk
The sensation of the mat colliding with Eva's forehead is like having a two by four shoot through her brain. Everything blurs white and when she is able to refocus, the arena is spinning around her. Above her, Eva sees a form and instinctively sweeps at the figure's legs with her arm. She almost knocks it over, too. But as it dodges her grasp, she feels the leg. Pants.
It's the referee. In a panic, Eva looks around the ring for Katya.
May rises to stooped feet, head on a swivel. looking for the Rave Queen. She finds her much faster than she cares to when Katya sprints in from stage left. Using Eva's slightly bent knee for a platform, Kat sends her opposite leg high above the back of the Panther's brain case, hoping to send it CLUNKING into the base of Eva's skull for a Kandi Kick that would deliver the Red Menace to dreamland
KANDI KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKH30PwxyAQ
Eva's head snaps to the side as she drops to her knees, then falls backwards. She is still just aware enough to feel it when Katya gets atop her, to realize her legs are being lifted, and to know she just can't fight the pin anymore.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell rings as Eva's eyelids flutter. She tries to summon some strength to even get up, but her body has apparently turned to lead.
Michalka holds hard for the three-count, but the strike of boot to brain steam was flush and Eva barely fidgets through the pin and the win. The brunette sighs in relief, relaxing atop the beaten Panther. She moves softly up and down from her heartbeat and May's before rolling off the vanquished and lying next to May, shoulder to shoulder in simultaneous recovery. The sound of the ring announcer is Five-Hour Energy for the Raver however. He booms out "Your winner. By pinfall. Katya Michalka." Kat wearily pushes to her feet and does her best energy-saving boogie to the roar of the crowd. She gets down as best she can above the splayed Eva. May wraps a weakened palm around her ankle but Kat kicks free to return to her partying, rising up a corner and celebrating with the FAWNatics before deciding to vacate the dance floor and continue the rave backstage.