Post by bigfan on Oct 31, 2016 22:31:14 GMT
The crowd had just started to settle back down after the previous match when the Announcer lifted the mic, then paused for a moment, as ‘Bad to the Bone’ filled the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first… hailing from Bad Street, USA…she stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds… DIXIE LONGSTREET!”
GEORGE THOROGOOD: BAD TO THE BONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9FyQNx8oyU
DIXIE LONGSTREET:
The Georgia Peach looked as sweet as her nickname, the brunette sporting a sequined red and black bikini top, her Daisy Dukes had a rhinestone peach on one buttock and a UGA bulldog on the other. Holding the abbreviated denim in place was a black leather belt with a big ‘G’ red and black belt buckle, black pads and low cut wrestling shoes finish off her attire.
Dixie only smirked at the fans that were clearly checking her out, the swish of her hips hard to ignore. Longstreet had no issue with all eyes being on her, the southern beauty would have been disappointed if she knew a single pair of eyes in the arena weren’t locked on her. She snorted as a fan held up a “Welcome to Dixieland!” sign. She just blew past the mark without so much as a wink.
The newcomer brunette climbed up on to the ring apron and slipped through the ropes, she walked over to the ropes and leaned out over the top playing into the camera, “Welcome to Bad Street, Bytch!”
Dixie flipped her hair as she turned and headed to her corner, the Georgia Peach leans in the corner like she hasn’t a care in the world. Longstreet allowed Al Carpenter his pre match inspection for a moment, then pulled back, waving her hands, “That’s enough, perv, go away and bring me that blonde bytch out.”
Ask and ye shall receive.
Longstreet’s demand was still fresh in the official’s ears when the lights went out. A cheer rose in their place, as did a the speakers, which provided a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the FAWNatics lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
A MERCILESS ANTHEM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s row with the Bad Street upstart she wore midnight black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
MERCY ELLIS:
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "And introducing her opponent, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the World’s Toughest Blonde, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
As economical in her movements as ever, Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did point ever so briefly at a sign that read: KNEES 2 FACES. Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through and made a beeline for Dixie. The crowd’s delight was quickly replaced with irritation when the ref did his due diligence and stepped in front of the blonde.
“Back to your corner, Mercy.” he said patiently. “We’ll be started soon enough.”
“True. But if we started now we’d be finished so much sooner.”
The bell sounded mere seconds after Mercy reached the buckles and Dixie immediately left her corner. That in and of itself wasn’t surprising, what DID catch the eye of the FAWNatics was the amount of swagger in her step. Such hip swinging confidence was not usually seen on women sharing the ring with Mercy Ellis, especially not one heading in her direction. But no one had told Dixie this because she sauntered to the center of the ring and kept marching deeper into blonde territory.
Elbows resting on the top rope, Ellis let the brunette encroach, though she was far more alert than her casual posture would’ve indicated. She was interested to see if Longstreet would falter as the distance shrank or if she was actually trying to work up the courage for some sort of blitzkrieg assault. Turned out to be neither. While Dixie did stop several steps shy of the corner, Mercy detected no fear in her eyes, nor did she find any telltale tension lurking in her hips or shoulders. No, Dixie Longstreet struck her as a young woman out strolling a country road rather than a wrestler about to go move for move with one of the most dangerous lightweights on the planet.
Regarding Mercy as casually as the blonde surveyed her, Longstreet cocked her head to one side and asked, “So are you gonna actually come off those buckles to fight me or am I gonna have to reach in there and drag you out kicking and screaming?”
Mercy arched an eyebrow. The confidence on this woman was amazing, she was really going to delight in beating some doubt into that taut little frame. “You are free to do whatever you please, sweetie.” Ellis raised her hands and beckoned Dixie forward to emphasize the point. “Fair warning though, anything you leave behind, I keep.”
Now it was Longstreet’s turn to smirk. “Oh, I’ll leave something behind, honey pie. Don’t worry, it’ll probably wash off after a few hot showers.”
The Bad Street Brunette followed her threat in fast, taking just two big steps before launching herself into a flying knee aimed directly at her opponent’s forehead. Given less than a second to decide between dodge or block, Ellis chose the former, spinning aside with so late she felt her ponytail ‘whick’ across the strong curve of her attacker’s thigh. Ready to strike the instant she turned around, Mercy balanced on her left foot and whipped the right at the back of Longsteet’s skull but damned if she didn’t tuck her head, leaving the blonde’s foot to arc out over the top rope. Mercy cursed the mistake and braced herself for the inevitable low blow.
What followed was actually a little worse, at least from a pride perspective. The look on Dixie’s face told Ellis she knew exactly what she was thinking so rather than oblige she snuggled in behind the blonde and sloooowly traced her fingers down the length of Mercy’s exposed leg. “That’s the only free pass you’re gonna get tonight, pretty girl.” Longstreet purred in the blonde’s ear. “Next time you miss, I’ll make you regret it.” Ellis opened her mouth to respond only to ‘clack’ her teeth shut when Dixie ran her fingers along her opponent’s inner thigh and very lightly squeezed her crotch. Then she pecked a kiss against the fuming blonde’s cheek and backed off with both hands raised high.
Al Carpenter moved in to help her off the ropes, but Ellis dismissed him with a look. Gripping the strand in both hands, Mercy extricated her leg and made a minor adjustment to her trunks before rounding on Dixie, who was taking everything in with a small, evil smile. “Should’ve taken the cheap shot when you got a chance, punk.” Mercy told her over raised fists. “You’re not gonna get another.”
Longstreet’s smirk widened by degrees. “Against a girl as cheap as you? Don’t worry, I’ll get plen--”
The Blonde with the Iron Fists closed in a blur, her hands and elbows just hailing against the hastily assembled guard of Longstreet’s forearms. Dixie did an admirable job of holding her ground, though the expression of tense concentration on her face bespoke just how much effort the defense required. Eventually she realized the blonde was striking in a pattern and Longstreet knew she could make her pay if she just-- Dixie soaked up the pair of jabs, then immediately dipped her head to block the cross headed her “NNNNGGHHH!” Mercy snatched hold of Dixie’s lowered noggin, jerked her in close and SMACKED a hip against her face hard enough to knock her sprawling.
The southerner landed on her tush, started to get up and got flattened by a low flying tackle for her trouble. Covering her head with her arms even as Ellis mounted her waist in a rough straddle, Longstreet braced for impact, then hissed in rage when she felt Mercy’s hand teasing the zipper of her cut-offs. Forcing herself to drop the guard, Dixie found herself staring up into the coldly smiling face of Mercy Ellis. “Only warning, Dixie. We fight clean, you’ll leave with bruises and aches, but that’s it. We fight dirty and you’ll leave in tears. And your shorts will stay with me.” She patted the brunette’s crotch and relinquished the mount without another word.
Rolling to one knee immediately after the blonde got up, Longstreet tucked her hair behind her ears and carefully regained her feet. “Should’a knocked me out when you had the chance, honey pie.” she warned. “Now I’m gonna scrape my name into your forehead with my belt buckle.”
“Watch your mouth or I’ll tan your ass with that slutty thing.” Mercy countered.
“Hell with this, get ready to fight, girl.” Dixie didn’t actually give her blonde a chance to get ready, she simply stormed into the breach and caught Ellis in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. In no mood for proper technique or etiquette after the hostilities of the first skirmish, Longstreet immediately grabbed hold of Ellis’s ponytail and put her other hand under the Assassin’s chin to wrench her head back at a painful angle. Mercy grunted and clawed a reprisal into her opponent’s cheek but the brunette only snarled and answered with a Kneelift that hit *just* above the bikini line. Ellis didn’t double over but her legs got soft enough for Longstreet to march her back into the corner.
Snuggling in belly to belly even after her foe was wedged against the buckles, Dixie let loose of Mercy’s chin so she could loop that hated ponytail beneath the short length of steel that connected the post to the top turnbuckle. “You may be a queen in the octagon or anywhere else they got more rules than rounds.” Longstreet yanked up on Ellis’s hair, which in turn forced the back of the blonde’s neck against the top buckle at a rather unpleasant angle. “But I’ve never lost a bar fight and make no mistake, this is gonna be a BRAWL.” She punctuated the promise by grabbing Mercy’s right breast and squeezing until her knuckles turned white.
Ellis groaned, wedged her palm in against Dixie’s chin and dug her fingers into the southerner’s cheeks and nose.
Irritated but not really surprised by how fast things had broken down, Al strode over and quickly tapped at the wrestler’s wrists. “Ok girls, that’s enough of that. Everybody let go and then Dixie can back off without incident, ok?”
Mercy let go of Dixie’s face so Dixie released the Breast Claw but instead of backing up the brunette barged in, stuffed her forearm into the blonde’s face and scrubbed it back n’ forth. Ellis shrieked, buried her clawin’ hand in Longstreet’s hair and PULLED until the Georgia grappler was shouting in pain!
Al was shouting too, the lanky zebra doing his best to prize the warring lightweights apart. It took a concentrated effort but Carpenter ultimately succeeded by looping an arm around Longstreet’s waist. “LET GO OF ME, DAMMIT! JUST LET US FIGHT!”
Dixie would’ve gone on in that vein if a voice from the corner hadn’t claimed her attention. “Remember what I said earlier, bytch?” Mercy opened her palm to reveal a clump of dark hair within. “Anything you leave, I keep.” She pursed her lips and blew the shorn strands toward their previous owner, much to the delight of the crowd.
The tearing of her hair caused Dixie’s scalp to burn in pain, and then having it blown back in her face was just insult to injury. Either Carpenter finally succeeded or more likely the two battlers just wanted the third person in the ring out of their way. Longstreet moved back to the center of the ring, running a hand over the spot Mercy ripped many strands of dark hair out of her scalp. Mercy adjusted her top, the breast claw pulling her top askew though not exposing anything. The Georgia Peach sneered, “Nothing like a good brawl, you got the guts to keep going blondie?”
Mercy gave the young brunette a half sneer, half smile, “You wanna go that way, fine by me, but you were warned.”
Standing nearby, Al can’t help but groan, his night just got much harder. The official stepped between the pair making a final attempt to keep the match from degenerating into a glorified hockey fight. “Calm down both of you, this is a standard match. You both signed to follow all rules.” The man looked from brunette to blonde and then backed off, hoping the warning would be enough to keep them (relatively) in line for the rest of the match..
Once the ref was clear the two FAWN beauties charged and began throwing bombs at each other with reckless abandon. Mercy showed more control blocking several of Dixie’s haymakers, but the blonde was also over-swinging so hard blows were off target and lost some of their effectiveness. Ellis did begin landing more shots however and backed Longstreet toward the ropes. A big right hand clocked Dixie on the cheek and staggered her back into the ropes, but Mercy’s victory was short-lived as the brunette bounced off the cables and used the momentum to propel herself back into a Kneelift on the edge of the blonde’s black trunks.
Mercy’s head dipped and her cheeks puffed after the blow to her lower abs. Dixie adjusted her feet, stepping just to Ellis’s left. The Georgia Peach whirled around, bringing her trailing leg up to SMASH the blonde’s face with a Standing Spin Kick. Mercy was knocked flat to her back, the blonde blinking slowly as the overhead lights blurred to one in her eyes. Longstreet dropped to her knees then fell across the blonde’s frame. The FAWNantics booed even though they know it’s way too early for a pin-fall to succeed. Dixie didn’t hook the leg, instead planting her palm on the center of the black bottoms, she pressed but didn’t squeeze.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHib34Y3lmA
ONE…
KICKOUT!
Mercy’s head cleared quickly, shoving Dixie aside as she rolled to her hip and then up to a knee while Longstreet gave herself an extra roll and came up on her feet quickly. Thinking she had the blonde at a disadvantage, the Bad Street Brawler charged in. Ellis though was waiting and spun on her knee, letting Dixie pass. The blonde shot a hand between the brunette’s tan legs grabbing the center of the Daisy Duke’s and pulled the brunette back over the blonde’s own body. Still gripping Dixie’s womanhood, it’s Mercy’s turn to hold her foe down for a cover...
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT…
Dixie broke free and somersaulted backward to reach her feet. Mercy was vertical as Longstreet came up. The distance kept Ellis from launching anything immediately. Instead they raised arms and collided in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Again Dixie went after the ponytail, but Mercy countered with a handful of dark locks at the same time, keeping the two stalemated in the center of the ring. Dixie stomped a foot down atop Mercy’s boot and used the distraction to bring her other hand from arm to breast and white knuckled the soft flesh. Longstreet used the advantage to push Ellis backward into the ropes.
Mercy again dug her fingers into the brunette’s chin and cheeks. She’d barely managed a squeeze when Al stepped in. “ONE…TWO…”
Not even giving a warning was unusual, probably a sign of Carpenter’s frustration. Dixie raised her arms first, Mercy followed suit, but then the brunette slammed both palms into the blonde’s bosom. Mercy would chide herself after the match for falling for that, but now she had bigger problems as Dixie hooked her arm under the MMA fighter’s armpit and Hip Tossed her out of the corner. Mercy landed on her tailbone, her back arching as she reached around to rub her lower back.
Dixie backed into the corner and took a few running steps before she cartwheeled past the seated blonde. When the Georgia Peach landed in front of Mercy she leapt and dropped low to rip a Lariat across Mercy’s chest, flattening her again. Longstreet scrambled back to her feet looking down on the blonde she smirked, “Maybe it’s time you go back to the safety of the Octagon, honey-pie.”
Longstreet shook her head as if she’s feeling sorry for Mercy, as she reached down to hair haul the blonde back to her feet. Dixie never got to the pony tail though as Ellis’s boot snaps up from the canvas to kick the brunette in the side of the head. The Southerner’s legs go wobbly, but she remained standing, allowing Mercy to give her a second and third boot to the head. Dixie took a stumbling step or two backward before dropping straight down on her backside with legs stretched out in front of her in a loose ‘V’.
The Assassin looked back over before she began to stand. “Newsflash, off-brand Ivy. No place is safe when I’m around.” Ellis told the felled lovely. “Now either get off your ass and fight or slink out of the ring like a good little bulldog.”
A look of seething hatred flickered across Longstreet’s face before she could reign in her emotions. Blotting it all out with a bright smile, she got to her feet and adjusted her denim. “Well bless your heart, you’re just ate up with stupid, aren’t you?”
Mercy clasped her hands and rolled her wrists, loosening them in anticipation of fisticuffs on the horizon. “I don’t know about that, sweetness. Those welts on your flat little face look like they smart.”
Still smiling, Dixie replied, “I’m going to make you eat those wraps, you preppy little bytch.”
Ellis raised her fists. “Not without any teeth you won’t.”
They closed in again, the Heartless Wonder striking first with a whipping left hook that “UNNNNNNNGGGGH!” Dixie dropped to one knee and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into her blonde’s crotch. Carpenter was on her at once about the Low Blow, but both of them knew it wasn’t a match-ending offense, so the Bad Street Brunette paid him no mind whatsoever as she tapped a short Uppercut off Ellis’s chin. Mercy reeled back on her heels but didn’t go down, which was fine, Longstreet didn’t want her horizontal just yet. Lunging in close enough to wedge a shoulder into the pit of her foe’s tummy, Dixie circled her arms around Mercy’s upper thighs, clasped her hands under blonde buttocks and powered to her feet. The urge to show off was strong, yet Dixie refrained. There’d be time for that in a moment, right now all she wanted was “AAAAGGGHHHHHH!”
Ellis threw her head back and wailed when Longstreet went down on one knee and THWHUMPED her crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. She doubled over for the second time in as many minutes, presenting her head as a gift the Georgia Peach simply couldn’t pass up. Hooking her left arm around the blonde’s right bicep, Longstreet cupped Ellis’s chin in her other hand and then twisted around so the pair of lightweights stood back to back. With the back of Mercy’s neck angled unpleasantly over her right shoulder, Dixie set her feet and waggled her hips, letting that snugly-sheathed backside brush against Mercy’s bum before she kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat. Her normally steady stems weakened by Longstreet’s trunk work, Mercy was snapped off her feet and THWUNKED the back of her skull against the point of Dixie’s shoulder.
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aBLoTdfSoU
Beside her, Dixie smirked and swung a leg over, all the better to take a seat on Ellis’s tummy. In the same motion she reached back, hooked an arm around the blonde’s left leg and pulled it forward in an insolent Half Matchbook. Knees splayed wide, Longstreet ground the fork of her crotch against the point of Ellis’s chin while Al slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy grabbed hold of her attacker’s leather belt and jerked forward, pulling the brunette from her perch with a full second to spare. But it also meant that Longstreet’s tush was still in very close proximity to Ellis’s noggin, which in turn meant nothing but trouble when Dixie pushed up on her palms, slid back and dropped some denim square on her nose! The mount wasn’t all that great, as Longstreet’s legs were stretched out in front of her like someone reclining on the beach rather than a full on fight-winning seat, but for the moment that didn’t bother her in the slightest. For now she was more than happy to lean back and preen while the supposedly fearsome woman beneath her squealed into her denim. Though Longstreet was in no mood for her mount to end, it was in fact a viable cover, so Carpenter swooped in beside and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mercy grabbed Dixie’s belt, in both hands this time and used it to yank the Bad Street Brunette off her mug. “That’s the second time you’ve pulled on my belt, honey pie.” Longstreet muttered as she set her shorts to right. “Keep teasing like that and I might just have to pull it off. Don’t think you’re quite ready for that.”
Mercy sat up, one hand braced against the canvas like a kickstand while the other swiped at her flushed features. “If that belt comes off the only place it’s going is around your throat, puNNNNGGGHHH!”
Dixie clamped down on the Assassin’s left shoulder, raised her other arm high overhead and brought an Elbow Strike THWHONKING down on the crown of Ellis’s skull. “Just keep talkin’, baby.” Longstreet cupped Mercy’s chin in both hands to make sure she didn’t tumble over. “Gonna make it all the sweeter when I’m tanning your gutless hide.” Ellis was too stunned to respond, leaving Dixie in relative peace as she stepped first over the blonde’s left shoulder, and then over her right. It wasn’t a Headscissors as Longstreet wasn’t squeezing and it wasn’t a smother because they were facing the same direction, but the Georgia Peach’s preparations kept Mercy sufficiently mollified while she took possession of the Assassin’s left leg and folded it across her right thigh to create the dreaded figure of 4. Then she laced her fingers under Ellis’s right ankle, dipped her knees and YAAAAAAAANKED up to put intense, immobilizing strain on Mercy’s whole leg.
CROOKED STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8wi-nfawD8
The Heartless Wonder didn’t moan and she certainly didn’t shriek aloud, but Al had called enough of her matches to know when Mercy was hurting and the look etched on her face told him plenty. “What do you say, Ellis? Need me to call for the bell?”
Dixie answered for her, yanking the trapped lovely’s leg back and forth for emphasis. “Naaahhhh, Mercy here’s too tough to give just yet, ain’t that right, honey? You’re gonna have to feel your knee going in all sorts of new and interesting directions before you realized that you’re in over your NGH! NGH! OW! BYTCH, you better knock that shyt off right NOOOOWWWWW FAAAAAHK!”
Mercy’s escape wasn’t exactly a technical masterpiece, of course it was a shot below the belt that put her in this predicament in the first place, so she didn’t feel bad about pounding her fists into the brunette’s thighs. That loosened the Stump Puller a bit, but Ellis was looking for total freedom so she cupped her palms against the side of Longstreet’s knees and jabbed her thumbs deep into the tender flesh.
Teeth bared as her legs started to give way, Dixie let loose of the grounded grappler’s ankle and stumbled away to work the pins and needles from her own legs. The pain subsided almost as soon as Mercy’s claws were removed, and Longstreet was quick to get back at the blonde, who was still massaging her tweaked knee. “Guess you’ve got more than just that prissy Crossfit crap you call fighting after all, honey.” Dixie noted after filling her hands with the blonde’s ponytail. “I’m still gonna ruin you of course, but now I’ll feel a little bad about doing it.”
It sounded convincing enough, but the Bad Street Brunette didn’t look the tiniest bit conflicted when she jerked Ellis to all fours and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “This little girl may be tough in the cage or the ring, but this is Bad Street and she just can’t hang!” The FAWNatics told her in no uncertain terms that Ellis had more than enough to hang in any combative environ, but Dixie wasn’t listening. She’d already wrapped her arms around the Assassin’s waist and hoisted / spun her up onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb!
Or that was the plan anyway, things got a little pear-shaped when Mercy slipped loose and landed directly behind the startled brunette. Cursing the abrupt evasion, Longstreet whipped around with claws at the ready and THWHACK! Ellis sprang up and dropped backward, the Assassin flicking her left leg out at a near perfect forty-five degrees to catch Dixie flush between the eyes with an Overhead Kick!
OVERHEAD KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyu2cYoPUzI
For the second time tonight Dixie was literally knocked on her butt, the brunette’s legs locked as she dropped down. Mercy rolled to verticality, the blonde set her feet ready to rain the pain down on the Bad Street Brawler. Longstreet, hands in her lap, had no chance to block the first snap Side Kick from the Assassin, or the second, or any of the nearly dozen that follow. The hollow THUMPS rang out after each kick delivered in rapid secession. Ellis then sent a final kick into the brunette’s forehead blasting her flat on her back. Dixie laid starfished on the canvas, coughing from the missing air in her lungs and the fog filling her brain.
Ellis moved to the southerner’s head, dropped down and caught the brunette’s skull, the Assassin gator rolled Longstreet over a few times locking in a grounded Chancery then lifting Dixie off the mat just enough to begin driving knee strikes into the top of the brunette’s braincase. The Georgia Peach tried to get her one free arm up to block the blows, but failed.
Dixie twisted her hips and managed to roll over, but Mercy rolled her right back to the bottom. The brunette repeated the roll, as did Ellis, this time though the ropes were close enough for Dixie to drop a boot on the bottom rope. Al called for the break, but Mercy wasn’t eager to start playing by the rules. Ellis growled and threw a couple more knees into the brunette’s skull. Carpenter began counting… “ONE… TWO…”
Mercy broke the hold and scrambled to her feet, but didn’t back off, instead she reached down grabbing the Georgia Peach’s belt pulling her up and away from the ropes. Using the belt to lead Dixie around Mercy pushed her out to arms length, then yanked the brunette back into a forearm smash to the lower back. Ellis smirked, “This belt is really handy, so many uses.”
As to prove her point, the Assassin pulled straight up on the leather strap giving Dixie the Denim wedgie. Ellis continued her 101 uses for opponent’s gear, pulling back, she rolled the southerner over the blonde’s own body a Victory Roll got a few boos from the crowd as there weren’t many fans of the roll up win in all of wrestling. Al had let the use of the belt go for a bit, but instead of dropping down to count, he informed Mercy she’s reached the limits of her use of Dixie’s accessory. “Break the hold Mercy, let go of her belt.”
Blaming or arguing with Al for doing his job was not something Mercy was going to do. “When did you turn into such a killjoy?”
Ellis rose off the folded brunette, then delivered some payback in the form of a straight right hand into the vulnerable crotch of the brunette. Al complained, but as Dixie had done the Low Blow only brought a warning not a disqualification. Longstreet groaned in pain rolling to her side while the MMA Assassin stalked around in a tight circle as she granted more than enough time to appease Al, but not enough for Dixie to recover much. “Come on bytch, get up!” Mercy growled as she began hair-hauling the brunette back to vertical.
Mercy kept Longstreet turned faced away from the blonde, hooking an arm around the southerner’s waist she pushed Dixie toward the turnbuckles. Once she’s close enough Ellis dipped down, putting her other arm against the brunette’s tan thigh and lifted her to a seat on the top turnbuckle. The Assassin used the back strap of Dixie’s top as a handhold as she hammered stiff forearms into the brunette’s back. After several seconds, Carpenter snapped, “Out of the corner, Mercy.”
The blonde pulled on the back-strap, flipping Dixie down into the Tree of Woe. The FAWNactics cheered as they suspected the blonde was going for Sweet Mercy and Ellis couldn’t help but flash a smile to the knowledgeable marks in the arena. Before continuing on with her signature move, there was some vengeance that needed delivering. The Assassin dropped to her knees in front of Longstreet and dug double claw holds into the brunette’s breasts. Dixie cried out in pain as Mercy gouged fingers into her underboob. Al called for the break, and started the count in the same breath.
The Assassin used the most of the five count to dig into the Bad Street Brunette’s orbs, but before Carpenter would call for a DQ Mercy popped up trotting to the opposite corner. Behind her back, Longstreet lifts her upper body up enough to grab the ropes on either side of her legs, those abs weren’t just for show. When Mercy turned see Dixie sitting atop the opposite turnbuckles, but she was still facing out toward the crowd. The change of plans was a minor one as Ellis took off sprinting back across the canvas. Dixie looked out over the crowd, sweaty dark locks hanging in front of her face. Mercy leapt up taking a seat behind Longstreet, the Bad Street Brawler throwing a back elbow that caught Ellis on the side of the head.
The counter didn’t dislodge the Assassin though as Mercy slipped her arms under Dixie’s, the brunette tried to keep the blonde from locking her hands and completing the Full Nelson. Al watched on, it’s too late to order the action out of the corner, and a count wouldn’t help. Doing the only thing he could, Carpenter watched on with all the other fans. Mercy was finally able to lace her fingers and cranked down on the Nelson, forcing Dixie’s chin down on to her cleavage. With her foe trapped Mercy grunted as she lifted and fell backward, tossing Longstreet from her perch to the canvas.
SPIDER DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFyH5LBmgN8
Many would argue if the move was a Spider Dragon Suplex or a Dragon Spider Suplex, but either way Dixie was crumpled on the mat. Mercy showed off her ab muscles sitting up as Longstreet had, but she didn’t just sit atop the turnbuckles. Standing and turning Mercy not normally known for her high flying, but the Heartless Wonder was more than athletic enough to break out the frequent flier miles when it suited her. The Georgia Peach was spread-eagled on the mat as Ellis leapt into the void looking to squash the southerner into peach jam with a Frog Splash.
The descending blonde flattened out from the ball, her blue eyes flying wide open as Longstreet somehow found the strength to pull her knees up. The impact compressed Dixie, but it literally knocked all the air out of Mercy as she’s impaled on hard kneecaps. Mercy flopped off the brunette, hugging her tummy and groaning in pain. Alm being the only one standing in the ring, checked quickly on both women, after they both indicated they were able to continue he began to count them out…
ONE…TWO…THREE…
The crowd joined in at ‘FOUR’ and their collective roar helped to revive the women stretched upon the canvas. ‘FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…’
Ellis and Longstreet rolled in different directions but clambered to their feet at exactly the same time. Seeing she had the blonde’s back, Dixie knew damned well she should strike in silence, unfortunately her tongue was just a bit faster than her brain in this particular instance. “Walkin’ away already, honey-pie? Guess that’s what passes for tough in whatever shythole you crawled out-”
Mercy whirled on one heel and flicked out a Roundhouse that would’ve dented the Georgian’s temple if it’d been a heartbeat faster. As it was she hesitated just long enough for Dixie to slip beneath the strike and jam a shoulder into her opponent’s belly. ‘Hupping’ Ellis into a Fireman’s Carry with a breathy little grunt, Longstreet curled one arm over the back of her foe’s neck and the other around her left thigh, all the better to keep the Rapier in place once she started to spin. The first few rotations were pretty slow going, as Dixie was still feeling the effects of her fall from the top turnbuckle only a moment prior. But the mouthy little brunette was as tough as advertised and it wasn’t long before the Airplane Spin was going full speed, as evidenced by the fluttering of Ellis’s ponytail and the pained grimace stamped across her pretty face.
Unable to help themselves, the FAWNatics started to count again, this time reaching ‘FIFTEEN!’ before Longstreet ground to a sudden stop and dumped the reeling blonde from her perch. Dixie’d expected Ellis to fall on her butt or sprawl flat on her face, so she was more than a little annoyed when Mercy rooted her feet to one spot and pressed a palm to her forehead in an attempt to fight off the nausea.
“What’s the matter sweetheart, tummy botherin’ you a little bit? I can make it all better.”
Far be it from me to question the Bad Street Brawler’s medicinal capabilities, but the Assassin looked much worse off after Dixie pounded a quick Toe Kick into her navel. Her condition didn’t improve when Longstreet slapped on a Front Facelock and secured a handful of waistband. “This is for yankin’ on my belt, ya trashy bytch.” Dixie did some yanking of her own, a single hard-hearted tug that practically bared the blonde’s right cheek. Aside from a cheap pop it also provided more than enough momentum for Longstreet to hoist Mercy directly overhead. Dixie didn’t immediately fall backward so the capacity crowd started to count, however they’d barely cleared ‘TWO’ when the brunette stamped over to the ropes and dropped her burden across the rubber-coated steel with a cringe-inducing TWAAANG!
Mercy gaped, folded up tight and had to grab hold of the offending strand in both hands to keep herself from bouncing into a far more unpleasant landing. Thankfully her strength had not deserted her and the Heartless Wonder sloooooowly pushed up so that her upper body was just about level with the top ro--THWHACK! Dixie rushed in from the left, left the canvas in a springy leap and drilled her heels into the side of Ellis’s skull!
The Dropkick sent Mercy tumbling from the ropes to the canvas, where she landed awkwardly on her hip and shoulder. Aware enough of her surroundings to know that a breather on the outside would be most beneficial, Mercy reached for the bottom rope, then squealed in pain when Longstreet stamped on her questing hand. “Nowhere for you to go at the moment, blondie.” Dixie cooed as she grrrrroooooound Ellis’s trapped extremity into the mat. “Unless you want to take a detour down Bad Street. You think you can handle that?”
“F*ck you!” Mercy sneered from between clenched teeth. “Everyone knows you live on Candy Ass NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Longstreet hopped up and drove a Stomp into her opponent’s ribs. With Mercy silenced for the moment, Dixie collected a double handful of ponytail and scraped her rival off the mat. A quick walk led both ladies to the nearest corner and a single stern application of forehead to turnbuckle ensured Ellis offered no complaint when Dixie stuffed her back-first into the buckles. Positioned with her right shoulder pointed toward Mercy, Longstreet abruptly lunged in and drove the point of her elbow into the other wrestler’s chin. Mercy’s head snapped back, then lolled forward only to get rocked again, this time in the form of an aggressive backhand! And so it went for several seconds, Mercy forced to grip the top rope and simply hope to survive as Dixie bludgeoned her with a ferocious flurry of Back Elbows and Backhands. Already aware that Longstreet would simply continue to exhaustion if not put in check, Al stepped alongside her and simply said, “Get her out of the corner, Dixie.” His count followed immediately thereafter, just to make sure the Southerner knew he meant business.
Apparently Longstreet did, as she segued out of her beatdown with a single vitriolic Shoulderblock delivered to her opponent’s abdominals. But rather than drag Ellis out of the corner, Dixie muscled her into a seat on the top rope and immediately reddened her cheek with one last CRAAACKING backhand. “Damn girl, I could slap you all day!” Longstreet chuckled. “Just something about that prissy little face of yours.”
Mercy growled something incomprehensible. It sounded threatening enough, alas it did nothing to free her from this precarious position. In fact, it seemed to invite trouble, as the Georgia Peach grabbed hold of her shoulders and climbed all the way to the top rope. “Actually, I think I’m done slappin’ you around for the moment.” Dixie cupped Mercy’s head in her hands and pulled her so close the blonde’s forehead was pressed against the rough surface of her belt buckle. “After all, there’s plenty other ways I can amuse myself with your face.”
“Duuuhhh… do it and you’re a dead womaWHOOOANNNNNGGGGHHH!” Longstreet leapt, ‘smecked’ her legs around the Assassin’s ears and popped her hips to fling Ellis three quarters of the way across the squared circle. The Avalanche Hurricanrana THAWHAMMED Mercy down in a splay-limbed starfish, the perfect throne, ahem, target, for Dixie, who scampered over and planted her denim-clad tush flush on her prey’s face. Tucking her bare feet against the sides of Ellis’s skull, Longstreet pressed both palms into the blonde’s tummy and rolled her undercarriage up n’ down the length of Mercy’s protesting features while Carpenter smacked the mat…
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ7ve2O6BsQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Rapier snagged Longstreet’s belt in both hands and used it to wrench the Pugilistic Peach from her perch with half a second to spare. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!” Dixie fumed to Al as she scrambled to verticality. “YOU GONNA JUST STAND THERE AND LET HER PULL MY TRUNKS ALL NIGHT?”
Al did an admirable job in not shrinking away. “She used it to break a pin, not to maintain one, Dixie. You want to keep her from grabbing your belt? Leave it in the back.”
“I’d rather wrap it around her head.” Longstreet hissed. Turning away from the ref with another vicious snarl, Longstreet grabbed the reeling blonde by the ears and hauled her to boot leather in half a dozen hard jerks. “No pullin’ my belt this time, honey-pie.” Dixie spun around and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to collect Ellis’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. “Just snifflin’ into my denim as the crowd counts you down!” Pulling the Facelock a little tighter, Longstreet dipped her knees and sprang up n’ back in a gorgeous somersault that ‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
The crowd, already on their feet, got much all the louder as Ellis shifted beneath her attacker to catch the brunette atop her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Her face smudged after the rough ride from the Bad Street Brawler, Mercy offered the crowd a ferocious grin as she put her left hand against Dixie’s chest and shoved her into a short free-fall THWHONK! Mercy brought her left knee up like a rocket, catching Longstreet square between the eyes! Landing on her feet after the Mercy Killing, the brunette rocked in place for a moment, then slowly timbered onto her back.
MERCY KILLING @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fMdGTBzJS8
Above her, Ellis swung a leg over and dropped to a snug seat on the Southerner’s chest. At the same time she hooked Longstreet’s legs behind the knees and leaned back hard, folding her in a snug Matchbook that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mercy tossed one of Dixie’s legs down so she could administer a condescending swat on the butt while the Announcer noted, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MERCY ELLIS!”
“Remember that the next time you open your mouth, honey.” the blonde cooed after she’d gotten to her feet. “And I’d be very careful about where I put those skanky shorts because if they EVER get close to my nose again…” she raised a foot and placed it on Longstreet’s slowly rising chest, “I’ll make you eat them, zipper and all.”
Dixie offered no response one way or the other so the Heartless Wonder stepped away and treated herself to a stroll around the squared circle before slipping through the ropes and heading up the aisle.
GEORGE THOROGOOD: BAD TO THE BONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9FyQNx8oyU
DIXIE LONGSTREET:
The Georgia Peach looked as sweet as her nickname, the brunette sporting a sequined red and black bikini top, her Daisy Dukes had a rhinestone peach on one buttock and a UGA bulldog on the other. Holding the abbreviated denim in place was a black leather belt with a big ‘G’ red and black belt buckle, black pads and low cut wrestling shoes finish off her attire.
Dixie only smirked at the fans that were clearly checking her out, the swish of her hips hard to ignore. Longstreet had no issue with all eyes being on her, the southern beauty would have been disappointed if she knew a single pair of eyes in the arena weren’t locked on her. She snorted as a fan held up a “Welcome to Dixieland!” sign. She just blew past the mark without so much as a wink.
The newcomer brunette climbed up on to the ring apron and slipped through the ropes, she walked over to the ropes and leaned out over the top playing into the camera, “Welcome to Bad Street, Bytch!”
Dixie flipped her hair as she turned and headed to her corner, the Georgia Peach leans in the corner like she hasn’t a care in the world. Longstreet allowed Al Carpenter his pre match inspection for a moment, then pulled back, waving her hands, “That’s enough, perv, go away and bring me that blonde bytch out.”
Ask and ye shall receive.
Longstreet’s demand was still fresh in the official’s ears when the lights went out. A cheer rose in their place, as did a the speakers, which provided a wailing chant and a simple two-part palm-powered percussion. Two parts soon became three which became who knows how many when the FAWNatics lent their hands and feet to the effort. The clap-along was about twenty seconds old when the lyrics joined in.
A MERCILESS ANTHEM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7YM9gAVeMs
Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark
Can't be sure when they've hit their mark
And besides in the mean, mean time
I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
Spotlights zeroed in on the stage and several points throughout the arena yet the woman in question remained hidden, save for a half dozen identically lissome shadows closing in on the ring.
I'm in the de-details with the devil
So now the world can never get me on my level
I just gotta get you off the cage
I'm a young lover's rage
Gonna need a spark to ignite
Every FAWNatic in the building (and countless more around the world) lent their voices to the incantation that would summon the Blonde with the Iron Fists..
‘MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DAAAAAAAAAAARK…’
‘SO LIGHT ‘EM UP!’
The lights exploded, illuminating Mercy Ellis standing center stage in all her heavy-handed, icy-eyed glory. For tonight’s row with the Bad Street upstart she wore midnight black bikini bottoms and matching sports bra, black boots with white shin-guards and a battered pair of MMA-style striker’s gloves. And as was her custom, the blonde’s hair was pulled back in a sleek, swishy ponytail that fell halfway to the small of her back.
MERCY ELLIS:
The lightweight stalwart was more than halfway down the aisle when the Announcer found his words. "And introducing her opponent, hailing from Cedar Hill Ohio, standing at five feet four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Heartless Wonder, the World’s Toughest Blonde, she is… MERCY ELLIS!”
As economical in her movements as ever, Ellis didn’t raise so much as a finger to acknowledge the introduction, though she did point ever so briefly at a sign that read: KNEES 2 FACES. Up the steps by the start of the second chorus, Mercy wiped her boots on the apron, then dipped through and made a beeline for Dixie. The crowd’s delight was quickly replaced with irritation when the ref did his due diligence and stepped in front of the blonde.
“Back to your corner, Mercy.” he said patiently. “We’ll be started soon enough.”
“True. But if we started now we’d be finished so much sooner.”
The bell sounded mere seconds after Mercy reached the buckles and Dixie immediately left her corner. That in and of itself wasn’t surprising, what DID catch the eye of the FAWNatics was the amount of swagger in her step. Such hip swinging confidence was not usually seen on women sharing the ring with Mercy Ellis, especially not one heading in her direction. But no one had told Dixie this because she sauntered to the center of the ring and kept marching deeper into blonde territory.
Elbows resting on the top rope, Ellis let the brunette encroach, though she was far more alert than her casual posture would’ve indicated. She was interested to see if Longstreet would falter as the distance shrank or if she was actually trying to work up the courage for some sort of blitzkrieg assault. Turned out to be neither. While Dixie did stop several steps shy of the corner, Mercy detected no fear in her eyes, nor did she find any telltale tension lurking in her hips or shoulders. No, Dixie Longstreet struck her as a young woman out strolling a country road rather than a wrestler about to go move for move with one of the most dangerous lightweights on the planet.
Regarding Mercy as casually as the blonde surveyed her, Longstreet cocked her head to one side and asked, “So are you gonna actually come off those buckles to fight me or am I gonna have to reach in there and drag you out kicking and screaming?”
Mercy arched an eyebrow. The confidence on this woman was amazing, she was really going to delight in beating some doubt into that taut little frame. “You are free to do whatever you please, sweetie.” Ellis raised her hands and beckoned Dixie forward to emphasize the point. “Fair warning though, anything you leave behind, I keep.”
Now it was Longstreet’s turn to smirk. “Oh, I’ll leave something behind, honey pie. Don’t worry, it’ll probably wash off after a few hot showers.”
The Bad Street Brunette followed her threat in fast, taking just two big steps before launching herself into a flying knee aimed directly at her opponent’s forehead. Given less than a second to decide between dodge or block, Ellis chose the former, spinning aside with so late she felt her ponytail ‘whick’ across the strong curve of her attacker’s thigh. Ready to strike the instant she turned around, Mercy balanced on her left foot and whipped the right at the back of Longsteet’s skull but damned if she didn’t tuck her head, leaving the blonde’s foot to arc out over the top rope. Mercy cursed the mistake and braced herself for the inevitable low blow.
What followed was actually a little worse, at least from a pride perspective. The look on Dixie’s face told Ellis she knew exactly what she was thinking so rather than oblige she snuggled in behind the blonde and sloooowly traced her fingers down the length of Mercy’s exposed leg. “That’s the only free pass you’re gonna get tonight, pretty girl.” Longstreet purred in the blonde’s ear. “Next time you miss, I’ll make you regret it.” Ellis opened her mouth to respond only to ‘clack’ her teeth shut when Dixie ran her fingers along her opponent’s inner thigh and very lightly squeezed her crotch. Then she pecked a kiss against the fuming blonde’s cheek and backed off with both hands raised high.
Al Carpenter moved in to help her off the ropes, but Ellis dismissed him with a look. Gripping the strand in both hands, Mercy extricated her leg and made a minor adjustment to her trunks before rounding on Dixie, who was taking everything in with a small, evil smile. “Should’ve taken the cheap shot when you got a chance, punk.” Mercy told her over raised fists. “You’re not gonna get another.”
Longstreet’s smirk widened by degrees. “Against a girl as cheap as you? Don’t worry, I’ll get plen--”
The Blonde with the Iron Fists closed in a blur, her hands and elbows just hailing against the hastily assembled guard of Longstreet’s forearms. Dixie did an admirable job of holding her ground, though the expression of tense concentration on her face bespoke just how much effort the defense required. Eventually she realized the blonde was striking in a pattern and Longstreet knew she could make her pay if she just-- Dixie soaked up the pair of jabs, then immediately dipped her head to block the cross headed her “NNNNGGHHH!” Mercy snatched hold of Dixie’s lowered noggin, jerked her in close and SMACKED a hip against her face hard enough to knock her sprawling.
The southerner landed on her tush, started to get up and got flattened by a low flying tackle for her trouble. Covering her head with her arms even as Ellis mounted her waist in a rough straddle, Longstreet braced for impact, then hissed in rage when she felt Mercy’s hand teasing the zipper of her cut-offs. Forcing herself to drop the guard, Dixie found herself staring up into the coldly smiling face of Mercy Ellis. “Only warning, Dixie. We fight clean, you’ll leave with bruises and aches, but that’s it. We fight dirty and you’ll leave in tears. And your shorts will stay with me.” She patted the brunette’s crotch and relinquished the mount without another word.
Rolling to one knee immediately after the blonde got up, Longstreet tucked her hair behind her ears and carefully regained her feet. “Should’a knocked me out when you had the chance, honey pie.” she warned. “Now I’m gonna scrape my name into your forehead with my belt buckle.”
“Watch your mouth or I’ll tan your ass with that slutty thing.” Mercy countered.
“Hell with this, get ready to fight, girl.” Dixie didn’t actually give her blonde a chance to get ready, she simply stormed into the breach and caught Ellis in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. In no mood for proper technique or etiquette after the hostilities of the first skirmish, Longstreet immediately grabbed hold of Ellis’s ponytail and put her other hand under the Assassin’s chin to wrench her head back at a painful angle. Mercy grunted and clawed a reprisal into her opponent’s cheek but the brunette only snarled and answered with a Kneelift that hit *just* above the bikini line. Ellis didn’t double over but her legs got soft enough for Longstreet to march her back into the corner.
Snuggling in belly to belly even after her foe was wedged against the buckles, Dixie let loose of Mercy’s chin so she could loop that hated ponytail beneath the short length of steel that connected the post to the top turnbuckle. “You may be a queen in the octagon or anywhere else they got more rules than rounds.” Longstreet yanked up on Ellis’s hair, which in turn forced the back of the blonde’s neck against the top buckle at a rather unpleasant angle. “But I’ve never lost a bar fight and make no mistake, this is gonna be a BRAWL.” She punctuated the promise by grabbing Mercy’s right breast and squeezing until her knuckles turned white.
Ellis groaned, wedged her palm in against Dixie’s chin and dug her fingers into the southerner’s cheeks and nose.
Irritated but not really surprised by how fast things had broken down, Al strode over and quickly tapped at the wrestler’s wrists. “Ok girls, that’s enough of that. Everybody let go and then Dixie can back off without incident, ok?”
Mercy let go of Dixie’s face so Dixie released the Breast Claw but instead of backing up the brunette barged in, stuffed her forearm into the blonde’s face and scrubbed it back n’ forth. Ellis shrieked, buried her clawin’ hand in Longstreet’s hair and PULLED until the Georgia grappler was shouting in pain!
Al was shouting too, the lanky zebra doing his best to prize the warring lightweights apart. It took a concentrated effort but Carpenter ultimately succeeded by looping an arm around Longstreet’s waist. “LET GO OF ME, DAMMIT! JUST LET US FIGHT!”
Dixie would’ve gone on in that vein if a voice from the corner hadn’t claimed her attention. “Remember what I said earlier, bytch?” Mercy opened her palm to reveal a clump of dark hair within. “Anything you leave, I keep.” She pursed her lips and blew the shorn strands toward their previous owner, much to the delight of the crowd.
The tearing of her hair caused Dixie’s scalp to burn in pain, and then having it blown back in her face was just insult to injury. Either Carpenter finally succeeded or more likely the two battlers just wanted the third person in the ring out of their way. Longstreet moved back to the center of the ring, running a hand over the spot Mercy ripped many strands of dark hair out of her scalp. Mercy adjusted her top, the breast claw pulling her top askew though not exposing anything. The Georgia Peach sneered, “Nothing like a good brawl, you got the guts to keep going blondie?”
Mercy gave the young brunette a half sneer, half smile, “You wanna go that way, fine by me, but you were warned.”
Standing nearby, Al can’t help but groan, his night just got much harder. The official stepped between the pair making a final attempt to keep the match from degenerating into a glorified hockey fight. “Calm down both of you, this is a standard match. You both signed to follow all rules.” The man looked from brunette to blonde and then backed off, hoping the warning would be enough to keep them (relatively) in line for the rest of the match..
Once the ref was clear the two FAWN beauties charged and began throwing bombs at each other with reckless abandon. Mercy showed more control blocking several of Dixie’s haymakers, but the blonde was also over-swinging so hard blows were off target and lost some of their effectiveness. Ellis did begin landing more shots however and backed Longstreet toward the ropes. A big right hand clocked Dixie on the cheek and staggered her back into the ropes, but Mercy’s victory was short-lived as the brunette bounced off the cables and used the momentum to propel herself back into a Kneelift on the edge of the blonde’s black trunks.
Mercy’s head dipped and her cheeks puffed after the blow to her lower abs. Dixie adjusted her feet, stepping just to Ellis’s left. The Georgia Peach whirled around, bringing her trailing leg up to SMASH the blonde’s face with a Standing Spin Kick. Mercy was knocked flat to her back, the blonde blinking slowly as the overhead lights blurred to one in her eyes. Longstreet dropped to her knees then fell across the blonde’s frame. The FAWNantics booed even though they know it’s way too early for a pin-fall to succeed. Dixie didn’t hook the leg, instead planting her palm on the center of the black bottoms, she pressed but didn’t squeeze.
SPIN KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHib34Y3lmA
ONE…
KICKOUT!
Mercy’s head cleared quickly, shoving Dixie aside as she rolled to her hip and then up to a knee while Longstreet gave herself an extra roll and came up on her feet quickly. Thinking she had the blonde at a disadvantage, the Bad Street Brawler charged in. Ellis though was waiting and spun on her knee, letting Dixie pass. The blonde shot a hand between the brunette’s tan legs grabbing the center of the Daisy Duke’s and pulled the brunette back over the blonde’s own body. Still gripping Dixie’s womanhood, it’s Mercy’s turn to hold her foe down for a cover...
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT…
Dixie broke free and somersaulted backward to reach her feet. Mercy was vertical as Longstreet came up. The distance kept Ellis from launching anything immediately. Instead they raised arms and collided in a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Again Dixie went after the ponytail, but Mercy countered with a handful of dark locks at the same time, keeping the two stalemated in the center of the ring. Dixie stomped a foot down atop Mercy’s boot and used the distraction to bring her other hand from arm to breast and white knuckled the soft flesh. Longstreet used the advantage to push Ellis backward into the ropes.
Mercy again dug her fingers into the brunette’s chin and cheeks. She’d barely managed a squeeze when Al stepped in. “ONE…TWO…”
Not even giving a warning was unusual, probably a sign of Carpenter’s frustration. Dixie raised her arms first, Mercy followed suit, but then the brunette slammed both palms into the blonde’s bosom. Mercy would chide herself after the match for falling for that, but now she had bigger problems as Dixie hooked her arm under the MMA fighter’s armpit and Hip Tossed her out of the corner. Mercy landed on her tailbone, her back arching as she reached around to rub her lower back.
Dixie backed into the corner and took a few running steps before she cartwheeled past the seated blonde. When the Georgia Peach landed in front of Mercy she leapt and dropped low to rip a Lariat across Mercy’s chest, flattening her again. Longstreet scrambled back to her feet looking down on the blonde she smirked, “Maybe it’s time you go back to the safety of the Octagon, honey-pie.”
Longstreet shook her head as if she’s feeling sorry for Mercy, as she reached down to hair haul the blonde back to her feet. Dixie never got to the pony tail though as Ellis’s boot snaps up from the canvas to kick the brunette in the side of the head. The Southerner’s legs go wobbly, but she remained standing, allowing Mercy to give her a second and third boot to the head. Dixie took a stumbling step or two backward before dropping straight down on her backside with legs stretched out in front of her in a loose ‘V’.
The Assassin looked back over before she began to stand. “Newsflash, off-brand Ivy. No place is safe when I’m around.” Ellis told the felled lovely. “Now either get off your ass and fight or slink out of the ring like a good little bulldog.”
A look of seething hatred flickered across Longstreet’s face before she could reign in her emotions. Blotting it all out with a bright smile, she got to her feet and adjusted her denim. “Well bless your heart, you’re just ate up with stupid, aren’t you?”
Mercy clasped her hands and rolled her wrists, loosening them in anticipation of fisticuffs on the horizon. “I don’t know about that, sweetness. Those welts on your flat little face look like they smart.”
Still smiling, Dixie replied, “I’m going to make you eat those wraps, you preppy little bytch.”
Ellis raised her fists. “Not without any teeth you won’t.”
They closed in again, the Heartless Wonder striking first with a whipping left hook that “UNNNNNNNGGGGH!” Dixie dropped to one knee and PWAAAKED a straight right hand into her blonde’s crotch. Carpenter was on her at once about the Low Blow, but both of them knew it wasn’t a match-ending offense, so the Bad Street Brunette paid him no mind whatsoever as she tapped a short Uppercut off Ellis’s chin. Mercy reeled back on her heels but didn’t go down, which was fine, Longstreet didn’t want her horizontal just yet. Lunging in close enough to wedge a shoulder into the pit of her foe’s tummy, Dixie circled her arms around Mercy’s upper thighs, clasped her hands under blonde buttocks and powered to her feet. The urge to show off was strong, yet Dixie refrained. There’d be time for that in a moment, right now all she wanted was “AAAAGGGHHHHHH!”
Ellis threw her head back and wailed when Longstreet went down on one knee and THWHUMPED her crotch with an Inverted Atomic Drop. She doubled over for the second time in as many minutes, presenting her head as a gift the Georgia Peach simply couldn’t pass up. Hooking her left arm around the blonde’s right bicep, Longstreet cupped Ellis’s chin in her other hand and then twisted around so the pair of lightweights stood back to back. With the back of Mercy’s neck angled unpleasantly over her right shoulder, Dixie set her feet and waggled her hips, letting that snugly-sheathed backside brush against Mercy’s bum before she kicked both legs forward and dropped to a seat. Her normally steady stems weakened by Longstreet’s trunk work, Mercy was snapped off her feet and THWUNKED the back of her skull against the point of Dixie’s shoulder.
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aBLoTdfSoU
Beside her, Dixie smirked and swung a leg over, all the better to take a seat on Ellis’s tummy. In the same motion she reached back, hooked an arm around the blonde’s left leg and pulled it forward in an insolent Half Matchbook. Knees splayed wide, Longstreet ground the fork of her crotch against the point of Ellis’s chin while Al slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Mercy grabbed hold of her attacker’s leather belt and jerked forward, pulling the brunette from her perch with a full second to spare. But it also meant that Longstreet’s tush was still in very close proximity to Ellis’s noggin, which in turn meant nothing but trouble when Dixie pushed up on her palms, slid back and dropped some denim square on her nose! The mount wasn’t all that great, as Longstreet’s legs were stretched out in front of her like someone reclining on the beach rather than a full on fight-winning seat, but for the moment that didn’t bother her in the slightest. For now she was more than happy to lean back and preen while the supposedly fearsome woman beneath her squealed into her denim. Though Longstreet was in no mood for her mount to end, it was in fact a viable cover, so Carpenter swooped in beside and counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mercy grabbed Dixie’s belt, in both hands this time and used it to yank the Bad Street Brunette off her mug. “That’s the second time you’ve pulled on my belt, honey pie.” Longstreet muttered as she set her shorts to right. “Keep teasing like that and I might just have to pull it off. Don’t think you’re quite ready for that.”
Mercy sat up, one hand braced against the canvas like a kickstand while the other swiped at her flushed features. “If that belt comes off the only place it’s going is around your throat, puNNNNGGGHHH!”
Dixie clamped down on the Assassin’s left shoulder, raised her other arm high overhead and brought an Elbow Strike THWHONKING down on the crown of Ellis’s skull. “Just keep talkin’, baby.” Longstreet cupped Mercy’s chin in both hands to make sure she didn’t tumble over. “Gonna make it all the sweeter when I’m tanning your gutless hide.” Ellis was too stunned to respond, leaving Dixie in relative peace as she stepped first over the blonde’s left shoulder, and then over her right. It wasn’t a Headscissors as Longstreet wasn’t squeezing and it wasn’t a smother because they were facing the same direction, but the Georgia Peach’s preparations kept Mercy sufficiently mollified while she took possession of the Assassin’s left leg and folded it across her right thigh to create the dreaded figure of 4. Then she laced her fingers under Ellis’s right ankle, dipped her knees and YAAAAAAAANKED up to put intense, immobilizing strain on Mercy’s whole leg.
CROOKED STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8wi-nfawD8
The Heartless Wonder didn’t moan and she certainly didn’t shriek aloud, but Al had called enough of her matches to know when Mercy was hurting and the look etched on her face told him plenty. “What do you say, Ellis? Need me to call for the bell?”
Dixie answered for her, yanking the trapped lovely’s leg back and forth for emphasis. “Naaahhhh, Mercy here’s too tough to give just yet, ain’t that right, honey? You’re gonna have to feel your knee going in all sorts of new and interesting directions before you realized that you’re in over your NGH! NGH! OW! BYTCH, you better knock that shyt off right NOOOOWWWWW FAAAAAHK!”
Mercy’s escape wasn’t exactly a technical masterpiece, of course it was a shot below the belt that put her in this predicament in the first place, so she didn’t feel bad about pounding her fists into the brunette’s thighs. That loosened the Stump Puller a bit, but Ellis was looking for total freedom so she cupped her palms against the side of Longstreet’s knees and jabbed her thumbs deep into the tender flesh.
Teeth bared as her legs started to give way, Dixie let loose of the grounded grappler’s ankle and stumbled away to work the pins and needles from her own legs. The pain subsided almost as soon as Mercy’s claws were removed, and Longstreet was quick to get back at the blonde, who was still massaging her tweaked knee. “Guess you’ve got more than just that prissy Crossfit crap you call fighting after all, honey.” Dixie noted after filling her hands with the blonde’s ponytail. “I’m still gonna ruin you of course, but now I’ll feel a little bad about doing it.”
It sounded convincing enough, but the Bad Street Brunette didn’t look the tiniest bit conflicted when she jerked Ellis to all fours and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “This little girl may be tough in the cage or the ring, but this is Bad Street and she just can’t hang!” The FAWNatics told her in no uncertain terms that Ellis had more than enough to hang in any combative environ, but Dixie wasn’t listening. She’d already wrapped her arms around the Assassin’s waist and hoisted / spun her up onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb!
Or that was the plan anyway, things got a little pear-shaped when Mercy slipped loose and landed directly behind the startled brunette. Cursing the abrupt evasion, Longstreet whipped around with claws at the ready and THWHACK! Ellis sprang up and dropped backward, the Assassin flicking her left leg out at a near perfect forty-five degrees to catch Dixie flush between the eyes with an Overhead Kick!
OVERHEAD KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyu2cYoPUzI
For the second time tonight Dixie was literally knocked on her butt, the brunette’s legs locked as she dropped down. Mercy rolled to verticality, the blonde set her feet ready to rain the pain down on the Bad Street Brawler. Longstreet, hands in her lap, had no chance to block the first snap Side Kick from the Assassin, or the second, or any of the nearly dozen that follow. The hollow THUMPS rang out after each kick delivered in rapid secession. Ellis then sent a final kick into the brunette’s forehead blasting her flat on her back. Dixie laid starfished on the canvas, coughing from the missing air in her lungs and the fog filling her brain.
Ellis moved to the southerner’s head, dropped down and caught the brunette’s skull, the Assassin gator rolled Longstreet over a few times locking in a grounded Chancery then lifting Dixie off the mat just enough to begin driving knee strikes into the top of the brunette’s braincase. The Georgia Peach tried to get her one free arm up to block the blows, but failed.
Dixie twisted her hips and managed to roll over, but Mercy rolled her right back to the bottom. The brunette repeated the roll, as did Ellis, this time though the ropes were close enough for Dixie to drop a boot on the bottom rope. Al called for the break, but Mercy wasn’t eager to start playing by the rules. Ellis growled and threw a couple more knees into the brunette’s skull. Carpenter began counting… “ONE… TWO…”
Mercy broke the hold and scrambled to her feet, but didn’t back off, instead she reached down grabbing the Georgia Peach’s belt pulling her up and away from the ropes. Using the belt to lead Dixie around Mercy pushed her out to arms length, then yanked the brunette back into a forearm smash to the lower back. Ellis smirked, “This belt is really handy, so many uses.”
As to prove her point, the Assassin pulled straight up on the leather strap giving Dixie the Denim wedgie. Ellis continued her 101 uses for opponent’s gear, pulling back, she rolled the southerner over the blonde’s own body a Victory Roll got a few boos from the crowd as there weren’t many fans of the roll up win in all of wrestling. Al had let the use of the belt go for a bit, but instead of dropping down to count, he informed Mercy she’s reached the limits of her use of Dixie’s accessory. “Break the hold Mercy, let go of her belt.”
Blaming or arguing with Al for doing his job was not something Mercy was going to do. “When did you turn into such a killjoy?”
Ellis rose off the folded brunette, then delivered some payback in the form of a straight right hand into the vulnerable crotch of the brunette. Al complained, but as Dixie had done the Low Blow only brought a warning not a disqualification. Longstreet groaned in pain rolling to her side while the MMA Assassin stalked around in a tight circle as she granted more than enough time to appease Al, but not enough for Dixie to recover much. “Come on bytch, get up!” Mercy growled as she began hair-hauling the brunette back to vertical.
Mercy kept Longstreet turned faced away from the blonde, hooking an arm around the southerner’s waist she pushed Dixie toward the turnbuckles. Once she’s close enough Ellis dipped down, putting her other arm against the brunette’s tan thigh and lifted her to a seat on the top turnbuckle. The Assassin used the back strap of Dixie’s top as a handhold as she hammered stiff forearms into the brunette’s back. After several seconds, Carpenter snapped, “Out of the corner, Mercy.”
The blonde pulled on the back-strap, flipping Dixie down into the Tree of Woe. The FAWNactics cheered as they suspected the blonde was going for Sweet Mercy and Ellis couldn’t help but flash a smile to the knowledgeable marks in the arena. Before continuing on with her signature move, there was some vengeance that needed delivering. The Assassin dropped to her knees in front of Longstreet and dug double claw holds into the brunette’s breasts. Dixie cried out in pain as Mercy gouged fingers into her underboob. Al called for the break, and started the count in the same breath.
The Assassin used the most of the five count to dig into the Bad Street Brunette’s orbs, but before Carpenter would call for a DQ Mercy popped up trotting to the opposite corner. Behind her back, Longstreet lifts her upper body up enough to grab the ropes on either side of her legs, those abs weren’t just for show. When Mercy turned see Dixie sitting atop the opposite turnbuckles, but she was still facing out toward the crowd. The change of plans was a minor one as Ellis took off sprinting back across the canvas. Dixie looked out over the crowd, sweaty dark locks hanging in front of her face. Mercy leapt up taking a seat behind Longstreet, the Bad Street Brawler throwing a back elbow that caught Ellis on the side of the head.
The counter didn’t dislodge the Assassin though as Mercy slipped her arms under Dixie’s, the brunette tried to keep the blonde from locking her hands and completing the Full Nelson. Al watched on, it’s too late to order the action out of the corner, and a count wouldn’t help. Doing the only thing he could, Carpenter watched on with all the other fans. Mercy was finally able to lace her fingers and cranked down on the Nelson, forcing Dixie’s chin down on to her cleavage. With her foe trapped Mercy grunted as she lifted and fell backward, tossing Longstreet from her perch to the canvas.
SPIDER DRAGON SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFyH5LBmgN8
Many would argue if the move was a Spider Dragon Suplex or a Dragon Spider Suplex, but either way Dixie was crumpled on the mat. Mercy showed off her ab muscles sitting up as Longstreet had, but she didn’t just sit atop the turnbuckles. Standing and turning Mercy not normally known for her high flying, but the Heartless Wonder was more than athletic enough to break out the frequent flier miles when it suited her. The Georgia Peach was spread-eagled on the mat as Ellis leapt into the void looking to squash the southerner into peach jam with a Frog Splash.
The descending blonde flattened out from the ball, her blue eyes flying wide open as Longstreet somehow found the strength to pull her knees up. The impact compressed Dixie, but it literally knocked all the air out of Mercy as she’s impaled on hard kneecaps. Mercy flopped off the brunette, hugging her tummy and groaning in pain. Alm being the only one standing in the ring, checked quickly on both women, after they both indicated they were able to continue he began to count them out…
ONE…TWO…THREE…
The crowd joined in at ‘FOUR’ and their collective roar helped to revive the women stretched upon the canvas. ‘FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…’
Ellis and Longstreet rolled in different directions but clambered to their feet at exactly the same time. Seeing she had the blonde’s back, Dixie knew damned well she should strike in silence, unfortunately her tongue was just a bit faster than her brain in this particular instance. “Walkin’ away already, honey-pie? Guess that’s what passes for tough in whatever shythole you crawled out-”
Mercy whirled on one heel and flicked out a Roundhouse that would’ve dented the Georgian’s temple if it’d been a heartbeat faster. As it was she hesitated just long enough for Dixie to slip beneath the strike and jam a shoulder into her opponent’s belly. ‘Hupping’ Ellis into a Fireman’s Carry with a breathy little grunt, Longstreet curled one arm over the back of her foe’s neck and the other around her left thigh, all the better to keep the Rapier in place once she started to spin. The first few rotations were pretty slow going, as Dixie was still feeling the effects of her fall from the top turnbuckle only a moment prior. But the mouthy little brunette was as tough as advertised and it wasn’t long before the Airplane Spin was going full speed, as evidenced by the fluttering of Ellis’s ponytail and the pained grimace stamped across her pretty face.
Unable to help themselves, the FAWNatics started to count again, this time reaching ‘FIFTEEN!’ before Longstreet ground to a sudden stop and dumped the reeling blonde from her perch. Dixie’d expected Ellis to fall on her butt or sprawl flat on her face, so she was more than a little annoyed when Mercy rooted her feet to one spot and pressed a palm to her forehead in an attempt to fight off the nausea.
“What’s the matter sweetheart, tummy botherin’ you a little bit? I can make it all better.”
Far be it from me to question the Bad Street Brawler’s medicinal capabilities, but the Assassin looked much worse off after Dixie pounded a quick Toe Kick into her navel. Her condition didn’t improve when Longstreet slapped on a Front Facelock and secured a handful of waistband. “This is for yankin’ on my belt, ya trashy bytch.” Dixie did some yanking of her own, a single hard-hearted tug that practically bared the blonde’s right cheek. Aside from a cheap pop it also provided more than enough momentum for Longstreet to hoist Mercy directly overhead. Dixie didn’t immediately fall backward so the capacity crowd started to count, however they’d barely cleared ‘TWO’ when the brunette stamped over to the ropes and dropped her burden across the rubber-coated steel with a cringe-inducing TWAAANG!
Mercy gaped, folded up tight and had to grab hold of the offending strand in both hands to keep herself from bouncing into a far more unpleasant landing. Thankfully her strength had not deserted her and the Heartless Wonder sloooooowly pushed up so that her upper body was just about level with the top ro--THWHACK! Dixie rushed in from the left, left the canvas in a springy leap and drilled her heels into the side of Ellis’s skull!
The Dropkick sent Mercy tumbling from the ropes to the canvas, where she landed awkwardly on her hip and shoulder. Aware enough of her surroundings to know that a breather on the outside would be most beneficial, Mercy reached for the bottom rope, then squealed in pain when Longstreet stamped on her questing hand. “Nowhere for you to go at the moment, blondie.” Dixie cooed as she grrrrroooooound Ellis’s trapped extremity into the mat. “Unless you want to take a detour down Bad Street. You think you can handle that?”
“F*ck you!” Mercy sneered from between clenched teeth. “Everyone knows you live on Candy Ass NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Longstreet hopped up and drove a Stomp into her opponent’s ribs. With Mercy silenced for the moment, Dixie collected a double handful of ponytail and scraped her rival off the mat. A quick walk led both ladies to the nearest corner and a single stern application of forehead to turnbuckle ensured Ellis offered no complaint when Dixie stuffed her back-first into the buckles. Positioned with her right shoulder pointed toward Mercy, Longstreet abruptly lunged in and drove the point of her elbow into the other wrestler’s chin. Mercy’s head snapped back, then lolled forward only to get rocked again, this time in the form of an aggressive backhand! And so it went for several seconds, Mercy forced to grip the top rope and simply hope to survive as Dixie bludgeoned her with a ferocious flurry of Back Elbows and Backhands. Already aware that Longstreet would simply continue to exhaustion if not put in check, Al stepped alongside her and simply said, “Get her out of the corner, Dixie.” His count followed immediately thereafter, just to make sure the Southerner knew he meant business.
Apparently Longstreet did, as she segued out of her beatdown with a single vitriolic Shoulderblock delivered to her opponent’s abdominals. But rather than drag Ellis out of the corner, Dixie muscled her into a seat on the top rope and immediately reddened her cheek with one last CRAAACKING backhand. “Damn girl, I could slap you all day!” Longstreet chuckled. “Just something about that prissy little face of yours.”
Mercy growled something incomprehensible. It sounded threatening enough, alas it did nothing to free her from this precarious position. In fact, it seemed to invite trouble, as the Georgia Peach grabbed hold of her shoulders and climbed all the way to the top rope. “Actually, I think I’m done slappin’ you around for the moment.” Dixie cupped Mercy’s head in her hands and pulled her so close the blonde’s forehead was pressed against the rough surface of her belt buckle. “After all, there’s plenty other ways I can amuse myself with your face.”
“Duuuhhh… do it and you’re a dead womaWHOOOANNNNNGGGGHHH!” Longstreet leapt, ‘smecked’ her legs around the Assassin’s ears and popped her hips to fling Ellis three quarters of the way across the squared circle. The Avalanche Hurricanrana THAWHAMMED Mercy down in a splay-limbed starfish, the perfect throne, ahem, target, for Dixie, who scampered over and planted her denim-clad tush flush on her prey’s face. Tucking her bare feet against the sides of Ellis’s skull, Longstreet pressed both palms into the blonde’s tummy and rolled her undercarriage up n’ down the length of Mercy’s protesting features while Carpenter smacked the mat…
AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJ7ve2O6BsQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Rapier snagged Longstreet’s belt in both hands and used it to wrench the Pugilistic Peach from her perch with half a second to spare. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!” Dixie fumed to Al as she scrambled to verticality. “YOU GONNA JUST STAND THERE AND LET HER PULL MY TRUNKS ALL NIGHT?”
Al did an admirable job in not shrinking away. “She used it to break a pin, not to maintain one, Dixie. You want to keep her from grabbing your belt? Leave it in the back.”
“I’d rather wrap it around her head.” Longstreet hissed. Turning away from the ref with another vicious snarl, Longstreet grabbed the reeling blonde by the ears and hauled her to boot leather in half a dozen hard jerks. “No pullin’ my belt this time, honey-pie.” Dixie spun around and reached over her right shoulder with both hands to collect Ellis’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock. “Just snifflin’ into my denim as the crowd counts you down!” Pulling the Facelock a little tighter, Longstreet dipped her knees and sprang up n’ back in a gorgeous somersault that ‘OOOOOHHHHHHH!’
The crowd, already on their feet, got much all the louder as Ellis shifted beneath her attacker to catch the brunette atop her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Her face smudged after the rough ride from the Bad Street Brawler, Mercy offered the crowd a ferocious grin as she put her left hand against Dixie’s chest and shoved her into a short free-fall THWHONK! Mercy brought her left knee up like a rocket, catching Longstreet square between the eyes! Landing on her feet after the Mercy Killing, the brunette rocked in place for a moment, then slowly timbered onto her back.
MERCY KILLING @ 00:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fMdGTBzJS8
Above her, Ellis swung a leg over and dropped to a snug seat on the Southerner’s chest. At the same time she hooked Longstreet’s legs behind the knees and leaned back hard, folding her in a snug Matchbook that lasted through…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Mercy tossed one of Dixie’s legs down so she could administer a condescending swat on the butt while the Announcer noted, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… MERCY ELLIS!”
“Remember that the next time you open your mouth, honey.” the blonde cooed after she’d gotten to her feet. “And I’d be very careful about where I put those skanky shorts because if they EVER get close to my nose again…” she raised a foot and placed it on Longstreet’s slowly rising chest, “I’ll make you eat them, zipper and all.”
Dixie offered no response one way or the other so the Heartless Wonder stepped away and treated herself to a stroll around the squared circle before slipping through the ropes and heading up the aisle.