Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 6:32:42 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer calls out from somewhere unseen. “Our next match is a standard contest!” The FAWNatics rise and cheer. “First, hailing from Flint, Michigan, standing at five feet, three inches and one hundred seventeen pounds… TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!”
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
“GET JINXED” BY AGNES KJøLSRUD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOr_QOX1IMk
Trixie barely lets her name clear the announcer's lips before she storms into the arena. The FAWNatics have always been hot and cold with her but tonight is different. After a string of running in to help wrestlers who were getting treated like punching bags – usually by Trisha Belle – and beating Alia Saad in a Queen of the Cornfield match, the attendees seem excited to her her. Trixie, usually ready to drink in all the bad attention, is surprised and unsure how to handle it. Still, she flashes a smile and runs down to the ring, slapping eager hands.
Trixie hops up on the mat's skirt and throws up devil horns. The cheer her on. The petite brunette clutches the top rope, pushes herself up, and flips backwards over the cable into the ring. Jumping up a turnbuckle, Decker eggs the fans on for more noise and they happily comply. She enjoys it but Trixie has been wrestling long enough – in the indies and in FAWN – to know it can all turn on a dime. The ref clears his throat behind her and Trixie hops down.
“Time for the pat down, Officer?” she sings while raising her arms.
“Gotta do it,” the official replies.
“I'm just glad to have a ref who doesn't look like a ghoul this time around,” the goth replies. After her patdown, Trixie removes her net shirt and tosses it into the audience before settling in her corner to wait.
“And her opponent originally from Detroit Michigan, but now residing in Los Angeles, California. Standing at five feet three inches and one hundred fifteen pounds, she is The Silver Screen Queen Crystal Hilton!” At that moment the fans begin to get on their feet as it has been some time since Crystal was last seen inside of a Fawn ring.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
“I'M COMING OUT” BY DIANA ROSS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-mjl63e0ms
“I’m Coming Out” by Diana Ross begins to blast loudly across the speakers. As it does a red carpet is rolled out and the actress walks her way down to the ring as her paparazzi following snap photo after photo. She smiles as she takes it all in slowly strutting her way to the ring. She walks up the stairs stepping through the ropes as she raises her arms for the world to see. Boos fill the arena and she runs her hands through her hair posing for the cameras. She smiles as she looks out into the crowd.
“Yours truly is back… Did you miss me?!” She snickers as she walks over to Trixie taking a good look of her. “Heh, you must be that dirty bitch from Michigan. I made sure I got out of that dump as soon as I could…” She grins as she pulls her wrestling skirt down a bit smiling as she backs away into her corner.
“I know,” Trixie replies from her corner. “I assumed it was 'cuz you got tired of having your ass handed to you there and wanted to get beat down someplace new and exciting.” Decker pushes from her corner and casually strolls forward. “But then you left FAWN. Was it the embarrassment of all those losses? Alia making you beg in the middle of the ring? Or your bigger sister reminding you you're not even the best fighter in your family.”
The referee steps between the women. “Now, the bell hasn't run yet.”
“You're right,” Trixie replies. She glares holes through Crystal. “Your chance to leave or your chance to make this interesting. 'Cuz me?” Trixie licks her lips. “I really like to play.”
Crystal however doesn’t back down as the Latina stands right behind the referee and barks at her opponent. “What did you say chica?! As soon as this bell rings you are going to see what I am all about!” She cracks a wide grin as she licks her staring a hole right through Trixie. “And I am quite the actress? Did you get the script of how this match is going to play out?” She can’t help but offer a chuckle as she speaks again. “In this movie I will be making my big return using you as a stepping stone, and you will be nothing more than an afterthought. A hashmark of great things to come. Let’s get this show on the road…”:
She smiles as she reaches over the referee and gives Trixie a hard shove but the moment the other Michigan native rushes at Crystal. The BlackARican takes off stepping half way out of the ring as the stripped clad zebra steps in between them. “Keep that bitch at bay! I will get in the ring when I am good and ready…”
Crystal smiles as she dusts herself off before she slowly steps inside. Tugging on the ropes a bit to stretch herself out. As she turns her attention back to Jinx. “You sure you ready to step in the ring with the World’s best highflyer? I would say keep up but you seem like a three minute girl but tonight it will be more like three seconds and you are done…”
The referee beckons Trixie to go back to her corner. Decker does so, walking slowly backwards with her hands on her hips, not letting Crystal have a chance to attack her from behind.
The bell sounds and both women run at each other. Crystal decides to start things off with a kick at Trixie's side, trying to catch goth off balance. Decker drops to a squat, letting the leg spin over her head and take Crystal for a full 360 degree turn. Hopping up, Trixie catches Crystal's leg under her arm while slamming an uppercut between her thighs. The crowd winces. Crystal's eyes bulge. The referee sighs, realizing it's going to be that sort of match.
As the referee goes to warn Trixie about low blows, Decker headbutts Crystal in the nose. The dark beauty starts to stumble back but her leg is still hostage. Instead she falls backwards, grabbing ropes on the way down. That's enough for the referee who calls for Trixie to back off. Decker releases the leg, holds up her hands, and steps back.
“Welcome back, princess,” Trixie says with a smirk. “We really missed you.”
Fuming, Crystal pulls back to the corner and begins to pull herself up. The referee makes the mistake of stepping back, leaving a clear path for Trixie. She lowers her shoulder and runs in to ram Crystal.
The moment Trixie runs at her is the moment that Crystal shows off her Lucha training as she gracefully jumps onto the top of the turnbuckle causing Trixie to ram right into the corner turnbuckle. Trixie favors her shoulder but Crystal doesn’t give her any breathing room as she flips over Trixie taking her down to the mat with a sunset flip. She grabs a hold of Trixie’s bikini bottoms yanking them up for added leverage on the pin. The referee shakes his head. “Ms. Hilton I am not going to count that!”
Crystal throws her hand in protest as she looks down at Trixie forming a fist and slamming it hard in between Trixie’s legs. “So it’s okay for her to do THIS to me?!”
“No it’s not okay! And if you do it again I am going to disqualify you!”
Crystal however just flips her hair at the referee as she turns her attention back over to Trixie. She yanks the other Michigan native up by the hair and leans her against the ropes. She wraps her arms in between the ropes smiling as she paces around in front of the woman.
“Now I told everyone in Hollywood that I was going to make a scene! I have a reality series coming up. Some big acting gigs and yet you keep trying to make my image look bad by bringing up my past…But tonight you will see why I am a STAR!”
Crystal smiles posing for the cameras. “Get your cameras out this is for each and every single one of you…” With that she forms a fist and begins to deliver punch after punch right against the chest of Trixie hitting her in her breasts. She lifts Trixie’s sports bra up jerseying her opponent as she delivers hard punches right to the sensitive flesh of Trixie.
Crystal hasn't been in FAWN's ring in years but she's obviously been fighting somewhere. Her punches are precise and powerful. Trixie's B-Cups are already beginning to show signs of bruising. The referee desperately tries to find a reason to break the hold. “Get her out of the corner! And closed fists, Crystal! You know better!”
Hilton looks back at the official and smiles devilishly. “Is this better?” she asks, bringing a hard slap down and squashing Trixie's right boob flat. The referee grimaces but has no answer. Hilton spreads Trixie's legs wide. “How about this?” The drops a booming underhand twat swat that makes Trixie shudder and groan in agony. Not removing her hand, Crystal begins to rub and massage Trixie's groin, teasing. “How about this?” Crystal looks up towards Trixie's covered face, expecting gasps of shock and humiliation as she feels Decker's body tense.
“Don't be afraid to really get in there,” Trixie says, grinding into Crystal's hand.
Hilton pulls back. That was not the reaction she expected. She looks at the official.
“You don't research your opponents, do you?” he asks.
Annoyed, Crystal plants a boot into Trixie's midsection. Decker takes it, her arms unlacing from the ropes, and slumps to a seated position at the post's base. Trixie feels the ropes around her move. She peers up from her bra top blindfold and makes out Crystal grabbing the top ropes, propelling herself upwards in a handstand using them, and beginning to drop down on her, both knees aimed for Trixie. Decker grabs the bottom ropes to push away…
Crystal sends her knees downwards and Decker is able to move in the nick of time. Crystal’s knees collide with the mat. She grabs at them in pain as Trixie slides herself out of the ring. She readjusts her top as she watches Crystal grabbing at her knees on the inside of the ring. Decker smiles as she reaches inside the ring grabbing one of Crystal’s legs towards the corner. Trixie grabs the other and smiles as she has both of them in her grasps.
Without hesitation she smiles as she yanks on both legs as hard as she can pulling Crystal all the way right into the corner ring first. Crystal’s eyes open wide up as she reaches in between her legs and Decker can only grin. “I told you I like to play rough. Now time to clip your wings…” She grins as she takes Crystal’s far right leg and slams it as hard as she can against the ring post. Screams can be heard reaching to the very top of the arena. She slams Crystal’s leg against the ring post two more times before she slides back into the ring.
Trixie smiles looking down at her new play toy… “What’s wrong sweetie. Didn’t take you for a screamer…” Crystal grimaces in pain. “Go to hell you bitch!”
“Oh I am already there but there’s still more fun to be endured after all this is a long movie for you…” Trixie grins as she lifts Crystal up and slams her as hard as she can against an outstretched knee with an atomic drop. Crystal yelps so loud her screams can be heard in the cheap seats. She staggers a bit as Trixie grabs a hold of Crystal’s head tucking it underneath a shoulder as she delivers a DDT sending her head first into the mat. Crystal doesn’t seem to be moving as Trixie turns Crystal over and straddles her body into a face sit pin.
The referee notices this as he makes a count.
One……….
Two…………
Crystal pushes the woman off of her as she takes a moment to breathe as Trixie’s eyes open wide up grinning as her new play thing has more fight in her.
Decker pushes herself up, walks towards Crystal's head and sits on her face, facing the Starlet's torso. Trixie immediately begins jackhammering punches into Crystal's bare midriff, taking no break between hits until the referee is obviously on his last nerve. She wiggles her undercarriage across Crystal's mouth as she pulls the Diva's white sports bra up, exposing her firm breasts and dark nipples. “I owe you this,” Trixie purrs as she begins open-hand slapping the Hell out of Crystal's meat shelf. Whimpers and gasps are muffled under Trixie, who doesn't stop until she's sure there will be bruises later.
Rising from her groaning throne, Trixie takes the bottom of Crystal's sports bra and pulls it over her head. “Tit for tat,” Trixie giggles, emphasizing “tit” as she gives the starlet a taste of her own jerseying. Bending over, she gives a teasing, playful bit to one of Crystal's nipples before pulling Hilton up to a seated position. Then, CRACK! Trixie slams a foot across the back of Crystal's skull. Crystal slumps slightly forward. Decker sets into a sprint, bounds off the ropes in front of Crystal, and sends a missile dropkick towards Crystal's exposed sweet meats.
Crystal falls backwards onto the mat. Her orbs completely bruised. The Silver Screen Queen wanted it all to stop. As she could sense Trixie coming near her looking down at her. “You give up y…” Crystal didn’t even let Decker finish her statement as she quickly trip Trixie to the mat with a leg sweep. Crystal kips up to her feet as she makes sure to pull her bra down. The referee is done trying to play peacekeeper as he stands back just letting the two women do whatever they want too.
“Go ahead you can do whatever you want. I am done trying to get in the middle of you two…”
Crystal chuckles. “So I can do anything?!” The referee slowly nods his head in agreement and that’s when she stands right at Decker’s legs. She spreads her legs open a bit as she launches a vicious soccer kick right in between Trixie’s legs. Trixie begins to scream loud as Crystal smiles evilly. “Guess I am not the screamer after all…”
Crystal takes this moment to quickly sprint towards the side turnbuckles. Once she reaches them she flips off of them backwards and lands right on top of Decker with a powerful moonsault. Crystal doesn’t bother with a pinfall as she instead slides a hand down into Trixie’s bikini bottom and grins evilly. “You want to mess with me chica?! I really tried to be nice but the show must go on!”
With that she slides her hand further down as she reaches what she wanted to reach. Without hesitation she begins to claw Trixie. Squeezing as hard as she can as she used her free hand to deliver stiff punches right to the gut of Trixie.
“You brought all of this on yourself!”
Crystal works over Trixie's unmentionables like she's trying to work a Rubik's Cube with just her nails. The Jinx grits her teeth and grabs hold of Crystal's wrist, trying to weather each gut blast. When it becomes obvious Crystal won't be releasing, Trixie slams her fingers into Crystal's eyes – not for a poke or a rake, but a full on gouge – before ripping her nails down Hilton's face. Crystal's shrieks and pulls away.
“You whore!” Hilton says, blindly falling back and feeling her face. “Do you know how much this beauty is worth?! More than you and your white trash ancestors ever had combined!” She nervously feels her cheeks, where long red streaks are forming. “I'll break you over my knee, collar you, and keep you for my own personal punching back! I'll shred you physically and emotionally! I'll--” A kick to the jaw shuts Crystal up, sending her onto her side.
“You talk too much,” Trixie says. “And if you knew anything about me, you'd get why me saying that should be offensive.” Trixie fishes a hand down her bottoms and shudders. “Goddamnit, first Alia tries to squeeze my Charmin and now you!” Trixie kicks Crystal in the ribs again. “And neither of you have the decency to buy me dinner first!” Trixie raises an elbow and drops it across Crystal's ribs. The FAWN vet roars in pain. Trixie rises and pulls her foe to her knees. Grabbing Crystal around the midsection, she introduces her to a gutwrench suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jXVl3los9I
Crystal clatters to the mat in a heap. Trixie covers her for a pin. She waits, then looks up at the ref. “Your job, man!” she yells, snapping the official back to attention. He falls to slap the mat.
ONE!…
TW--
Crystal kicks out but the FAWNatics jeer, screaming, “That was three! That was three!” Trixie glares at the ref. “You new here?”
The official nods.
“I get the feeling this is your first and last match,” Decker says, reaching down for Crystal's mane. As she bends over, Hilton stabs her fingers into Trixie's eyes and repays the face rake, only the Diva manages to get more than red scratches. Trixie jerks away, clutching her cheek as small slivers of crimson begin to roll over her fingers. She turns, trying to shake the pain from her eyes.
Crystal rises, shaking her hand off. “Oh, goodness. I hope being poor and a slut isn't something I can catch!” Crystal rushes under Trixie, slipping her head between Decker's thighs, and raising her like they're about to play a game of chicken. She stomps towards the corner of the ring and falls forward. The top of the ring post catches Trixie in the throat and Decker crumples blindly to the side, clutching her neck and gagging.
“That gag reflex ain't gonna make you popular with the boys,” Crystal scoffs as she stands.
“Pretty sure she's a lesbian,” the referee interjects, growing quiet as Crystal gives him death eyes.
Hilton sinks her nails into Trixie's short black hair. Trixie attempts to swallow in air but manages to send a punch into Hilton's belly. Crystal halts, fighting back the pain. Trixie punches her again. And again. As Trixie goes for a fourth blow Crystal drives a backhand across her cheek, giving a bitchslap that could be textbook. Decker falls over onto her side. Crystal grabs Trixie around the waist, hoists her up, and drops Decker's goods over her knee in an atomic drop before shoving her into the ropes. Trixie hangs across the middle rope, her breasts being pushed up by the cable.
Hilton saunters over, palming Trixie's ass cheeks. “Not gonna lie, surprisingly nice back end for trash.” She leans down next to Trixie's face while her fingers tug at the waistband of Trixie's bottoms and slowly begin to roll them down. “I bet you could be an actress too,” Hilton whispers. “How about we make you into a Scream Queen?”
As the bottoms become rolled down Crystal smiles as she licks her palm as she suddenly tells all of the crowd to be quiet. Without hesitation she lifts her hand up and delivers a wicked slap right against the bottom of Decker. She does it again and again. As she leaves her palm print right on the butt of Decker. Crystal grins as she uses her foot and boots Decker right outside the ring.
Trixie hits the outside of the mat with a loud thud and that is when Crystal plancha’s over the top rope and lands right on top of Trixie. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton slowly makes her way up to her feet taking some time to pose for a few cameras. She grabs a hold of Decker and slides her into the ring before she follows suit. She grabs Trixie’s bikini bottoms and gives her a massive wedgie stretching the bottoms so far she yanks it over the back of Decker’s head.
Crystal grins. “How’s that feel? You know what don’t even bother answering.” Crystal stands behind Trixie as she wraps her arms around her waist. Without hesitation she slings her backwards into a German Suplex. She smiles as she points at the ropes grinning all the while.
“It was fun while it lasted but I believe this movie is coming to an end sweetie.”
Crystal turns Trixie over as she immediately ascends to the top of the ropes.
She points high up into the air showing the lights on the ceiling.
“Lights”
Crystal makes a camera motion taking a fake picture.
“Action!”
With that Crystal jumps onto the ropes until she is facing the audience and she takes a huge leap of faith hoping to aim her 630 senton right on her foe.
Lights, Camera, Action
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltb11fcuyBA
Crystal comes down fast but instead of finding a prone body to take a seat on, the Hollywood Honey lands on two waiting boot heels, one impacting right in Crystal's Georgia O'Keeffe bouquet. Trixie balances the shocked woman on her feet before propelling her across the ring like a trained seal. Trixie gathers herself and stands up, pulling the wedgie from her butt. Cracking her knuckles, she looks down at the mewling Crystal. “Extended Director's Cut, bitch.”
Hilton flounders but manages to get up, only to meet a punch to her right eye. The starlet squeals and clutches the socket, horrified at how this gutter trash is lowering her moneymaker's value. Trixie grabs Crystal by the hair and does a bit more damage with a double knee facebreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=czn9Seax8m8
Crystal's cheeks crunch into Trixie's knee and the prodigal wrestler flops back, clutching her visage. “Are you insane?” Crystal cries. “This is my face! THIS IS MY CAREER!”
Trixie kicks Crystal over onto her stomach. “Yeah, I know.” She stands on the back of Crystal's knees. “You're an actress. You've got a reality show coming.” Decker reaches down and grabs Crystal's arms, yanking them back as far as she can. “I've got some reality to show you,” the goth hisses. “You're not a wrestler. You're an actress pretending.” Decker rolls backwards, putting Crystal in a Mexican Surfboard.
MEXICAN SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa3DEvRJzfA
Crystal moans a protest but not much else. The referee runs over to check for submission but Crystal offers none. All the while, Trixie chats her up.
“Oh, you can fight,” Trixie growls to the woman suspended above her. “But you're not a wrestler. This is a springboard for you to do what you want to do. But, honey, FAWN is for real wrestlers – women who will stick it out no matter what. You got your ass handed to you so you ran off to do C-List movies and D-List wrestling feds.” Trixie cranks back the hold and Crystal screams. “But I'm glad you came back. I like opponents like you. You're an asshole, like me, so I don't feel bad about unleashing on you.”
Trixie releases the hold, letting Crystal flop forward. Rising, Trixie pops her neck. “And, honey, I think it's time I stop holding back.” Trixie pulls up Crystal's white skirt, revealing cute pink panties. Trixie repays the wedgie from earlier, pulling the fabric so high up most of it vanishes between Crystal's cheeks. “I'm not usually like this but something about fakes like you really brings the evil out of me.” Trixie grabs Crystal's tresses and rips them back, craning Hilton's head back and pulling her to all fours so she can see the fans… see them as they watch Trxie haul her freehand back and slap the everloving hell out of Crystal's backside. Crystal nearly unhinges her jaw screaming but Trixie seems dissatisfied.
“I think your undies got in the way.” Trixie leads Crystal around to face the center of the ring. This time she yanks the undergarments down to Hilton's bent knees. Trixie snakes her hand under the pop icon's groin to lift it just enough to show everything. “That's better!” Again, a crack. Almost immediately a bruise begins to appear. Proud of her handiwork, Trixie stomps the base of Crystal's back, laying her flat. The Flint Favorite straddles the LA Girl's back, squats, and drapes Crystal's limp arms over her knees. “Who here likes Camel Clutches?” Trixie asks as she cups under Hilton's chin.
If there was one thing that the flashy movie star hated more than anything else it was submission holds. Crystal couldn’t help but grimace in pain as she felt the pressure applied to her chin. Her back in pain as Trixie cup her arms far underneath the Latina’s chin and pulled back as far as it could go.
Crystal pleaded as she tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail. “Let me go you bitch!” Trixie however could only grin in return as she pulled back even further refusing to let up as she taunted Crystal. “If you want me to stop you know what you have to do, but then the real fun will begin…”
The referee quickly got down on the floor beside Crystal as he started to check her over. “Do you give up, Ms. Hilton?” Crystal shook her head as she decided to fight it. With every ounce of strength in her body she started to crawl her way over towards the ropes. Slowly inching her way over to the ropes. The crowd was stunned as she was just mere inches away from the ropes but Trixie took the time to get off of Hilton as she reached for her feet to yank her from the ropes.
Crystal was dragged from the ropes as she was brought to the middle of the ring again. Crystal however threw a kick in Trixie’s direction that caused a slight opening. Crystal slowly made it to her feet as Trixie went for a stiff clothesline. Hilton was able to duck underneath it and as Trixie turned around she was met with a vicious roundhouse kick to the temple.
FLASHING LIGHTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsDeYuH533A
Trixie dropped down to the mat like a sack of bricks as Crystal stood center in the ring posing for the crowd. “Did you get caught up in the flashing lights?! Don’t worry I think it’s about time to finally put this to bed. THAT’S A WRAP everyone!”
Crystal helped Trixie back up to her feet as she signaled for something. The crowd didn’t know what to expect. Crystal stood in front of Trixie holding her neck underneath an arm. Without hesitation she leaps over Trixie backwards as she went for a double knee lung blower to the back. Trixie however was able to thrust herself forward as Hilton’s hurt back hit the mat with a loud thud.
THAT’S A WRAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Crystal grimaced in pain as she reached for her back. The crowd all waiting in anticipation as Trixie hovered over her.
“Y'know, there's a few moves I've never tried,” Trixie says, rolling Crystal over. Decker reaches down and grabs Crystal around her right ankle, hoisting the stem up and twisting the foot for a Patriot Lock.
PATRIOT LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w7et3CazK8
“Does this hurt?” Trixie asks as Crystal shrieks and claws at the canvas. “I mean, does it really hurt? I just didn't know if I should add it to my repertoire. I'd have to practice it more, of course. What do you think, in your professional opinion?” Crystal pounds a fist on the mat, shaking her head back and forth, but refusing to submit. Trixie twists the ankle once more before slamming the leg, knee first, back to the mat.
Hilton grabs onto her right knee and swears a blue streak. Trixie pulls the LA girl up by her jawline but there's still some fight in the prodigal woman. She grabs Trixie and flings her into the closest corner. Decker lands with her back against the turnbuckles and Hilton goes in to splash on her. Instead, the Jinx holds onto the ropes, lifts her legs and lets Crystal collide with the turnbuckles. Trixie wraps her legs down around Crystal's waists, pulls her around using the top ropes and goes for a Tarantula hold!
TARANTULA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFyWJog986g
Trixie manages to pull Crystal's legs up so high and so far back it looks like Crystal's practically a Bend 'Em toy. The referee falters, unsure what to do as Crystal shrieks out, pain welling in her face.
“COUNT HER!” Hilton demands. “THIS BITCH HAS ME ON THE ROPES!”
“But, I backed out, remember?” the young rookie ref stammers. “You didn't seem to--”
“IT'S DIFFERENT NOW!” Crystal feels her body at a breaking point.
“You don't get to have it no rules when you're in charge and strict rules when you're about to lose,” Trixie cackles behind her. Still, the official finally comes over and begins a count. As soon as he hits four Trixie releases, letting the woman once referred to as the Rose Queen wilt to the mat. Crystal manages to roll onto her back, her joints aching, and stares up into the arena lights. She can hear Trixie off to the side of her.
“I could probably end this now,” Trixie says, “but I'm sorely tempted to drag this out to the final bell.” Decker scales the ringpost, standing atop the highest turnbuckles. “I hope those aren't implants but if they are, I hope you kept the receipt 'cuz you're gonna need to exchange them!” Trixie leaps, aiming her feet for Crystal's chest.
COUP DE GRACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ITx5rejPqo
As much as Crystal wanted to move she physically couldn’t as Trixie landed right on the movie star’s breasts. Crystal lets out a wicked scream that could be heard all across the arena as she pounded at the mat in frustration. Trixie just looks down at Crystal offering her a grin. She drops down and hooks a leg for the pin fall.
One
Two
Thr…
Crystal gets a shoulder up and the crowd is stunned that is until they find out that Trixie was the one to lift Hilton’s shoulder up. The referee quickly looks things over. “You could have ended it right there Decker.”
Decker smiles as she glances back at the referee. “I know but that would have been too easy. Our star needs to have a grand finale so we might as well give it to her!” She smiles as she drags Crystal away from the ropes. The actress offering tears as her body couldn’t take anymore. Decker smiles as she leans down whispering into Crystal’s ear.
“Aww, crying for me? Don’t worry.. I got a lot more where that came from…”
Even Trixie's a little shocked at herself. Normally she's able to keep darker impulses in check, but maybe it's knowing Crystal would do this – and worse – to her if she could, or just residual rage from facing Alia. Either way, she pulls Crystal up to shaking legs. “What was that about collaring me again? Using me as a punching bag?” Decker sneers. “I bet you really thought that. You think you're Miriam Gaiman now? You can just take girls home and break 'em?”
Crystal swings a defiant slap at Trixie but the goth handily catches it and twists the arm. Crystal starts to bend, clutching at her shoulder, by Trixie clutches her by the throat. Releasing the arm, Trixie hoists Crystal up for a chokeslam. It's like dropping a ragdoll. Trixie slithers up Crystal's body, wrapping her in a grapevine pin, as she coos, “Tell me what else you were gonna do to humiliate me. I need ideas.”
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Crystal bucks up a shoulder. “No,” she whimpers. “You're trash. I don't lose to you – YOU LOSE TO ME!” It sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than Trixie. “I'll make you pay for this!”
Trixie cocks her head. “Weird question, do you think the execs who offered you that reality show are gonna see this and rethink things?”
Crystal's eyes round out. That thought hadn't occurred to her. But she doesn't get long to ponder it as Decker yanks her up by the wrists. Positioning Crystal to face to photographers, she whispers in the Diva's ears, “Remember your first match here against Mizuki Kandori? You mauled her breasts and said you were gonna rip her nipples off.” Flashbacks to a better, stronger time fill Crystal's mind as light flashes begin to go off from the cameras. “Or how you refused to accept Allie McKenzie's initial submission?” Trixie parades Crystal a bit for all to see. Some of Crystal's fans boo. A few fans too young to remember her history wonder what she's ever done to deserve this. “You made Allie cry in the ring and beg with a second submission before you ended it.”
Crystal opens her mouth to protest but she remembers it. She remembers all of it, like a far off, foggy place. From behind her, Decker rips off Crystal's white sports bra and digs her nails into Hilton's dark nipples, raking and scratching. She palms them both and grinds them in her hand, letting Crystal shriek and kick uselessly.
“You're a bully, Crystal,” Trixie growls. “You pick on weaker women not to show your skill but to show how cruel you can be. Why shouldn't I do the same to you?”
Crystal throws back her head and bellows in a furious sob, “Because I'm better than them! I'm better than you! I'm better than everyone here!”
Trixie shakes her head. “No, Crystal. You're just better at losing.” Trixie hoists by her breasts, sending her backwards with a boobplex.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
Crystal lands on the back of her head but manages to clumsily roll up to her feet. Trixie is on her immediately, hopping on and twisting around her like an angry monkey, trying to wrap Hilton up for her finisher, Jinxed!
JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nWr-NjSrVg
Hilton wasn’t expecting it as she tries to fight Trixie off. The Hollywood hottie tries her best to stand up but her leg gives out on her as she falls to the floor. Trixie can only tug tighter at the arm as she wraps her curvy leg around Crystal’s neck.
Crystal falters and she can only scream louder as Trixie continues to taunt her. “What’s wrong Crystal you out of fight already?!” Crystal grimaces through her teeth. “Go to hell!”
She tries her best to move but she doesn’t seem to be getting anyway. She is wrapped up really tight. The referee leans in close. “What do you want to do Crystal?”
Crystal thinks about it but without anywhere to go she has no choice. “I… I… I quit! Get this stupid chica off of me!” Crystal cries out as she begins to tap out hard on the floor. Her hand slapping Trixie’s thigh over and over again.
The referee sounds the bell but Trixie only tightens the hold, illiciting my cries from Crystal. The speakers boom: “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!”
The rookie ref looks down at Trixie. “Okay, you proved your point. Match is done. Break the hold!”
Trixie doesn't. Instead, she hisses at Crystal, “This is what it's like to be on the losing end of someone who goes too far, Crystal. You pull that shit here in FAWN again and I'll be waiting for you. Do you understand me?” Trixie bends the wrist most, pushing the back of Crystal's hand towards her arm.
Crystal, through tears, looks to Trixie. “I understand that next time I'm gonna make you beg and I'm gonna fu--”
Trixie unhooks her legs, swinging off Crystal's torso before kicking her in the back of the knee. Hilton drop to a kneel. Decker looks at the official. “Raise my hand as your final official act.”
He does. The crowd is torn. Evil Trixie obviously doesn't curry as much fan favor but the fans who love her REALLY love her. The ref looks at Trixie. “What do you mean by last official act?”
Decker points up the ramp, through the entrance curtains, to a silhouetted figure. While his face is in shadow, one can make out the familiar stripes of a ref's zebra shirt. “That's the head referee for FAWN,” Trixie tells the rookie official. “Y'know, your boss. I bet he wants to have words with you about deciding to check out.”
The young man swallows and slips through the ropes, slinking up the aisle to the arena entrance. Trixie smirks.
“First off, he'll wanna tell you never leave two FAWN women alone in a ring,” Trixie says to herself. Crystal, still kneeling, facing down towards the mat, doesn't react when Trixie places a boot on the back of her head. She barely fights and Trixie slowly pushes her face to the mat and strikes a victory post for the Gladiatrix photographers. “Hey, guys! It would be nice to be in the magazine for once!” Decker yells. “Oh, and get a few shots of Crystal. You know how she loves press.”
Trixie pulls her black panties up tight as she rolls Crystal onto her back. “You have been very rude to all of my lady bits, young missy!” She lowers herself, placing her womanhood against Crystal's lips. “Kiss it better,” Trixie suggests as she writhes, shifting side to side. Decker licks her own fingers and slides them towards Crystal's skirt waistband. “Don't worry. I give as good as I get.”
Crystal was in no position to go anywhere. As she kept her mouth closed. She tried her best to break free but with Trixie in control she was the one making all of the demands. Crystal could only sigh in return as she tried to get out of it. However Trixie just shoved her lady parts further into Crystal’s face. Crystal sighed refusing to give Jinx any satisfaction.
But Jinx kept lowering her body more and more until Crystal’s lips were pressed tightly against Trixie’s womanhood. Crystal’s lips were moving against them as she tried to move her hands about to stop this humiliation from occurring.
Trixie's left hand slips under the waistband of Crystal's skirt while her right dives into the white sports bra to caress Hilton's sweaty bosom. Under her, the Jinx can feel Crystal tensing as if she's waiting for the inevitable attack – the breast claw, the rake to her unprotected crotch. Standard fair in FAWN.
But the attacks don't come. Instead, Decker's digits offer a surprising amount of comfort, if occasional teasing. But she is gentle, attempting to bring Crystal along the pleasure ride she's one. Decker's eyes close as her rhythm picks up, getting closer and closer to her goal while trying to not neglect the body of the woman below her. Crystal feels deft hands caressing the petals of her flower, massaging all the right places. But she also feels Trixie's legs tightening around her head and she's relatively sure the ride, for Trixie at least, is close to its final stop.
Crystal however continues to squirm and move around trying to force herself free but she doesn’t get anywhere. Eventually her resists slowly fade out as she becomes like a dish rag under Trixie. Her lips pressed tightly against Jinx. As Crystal can feel her own body tensing up. She wants to avoid it but the way Trixie is working her over she can’t help herself but feel her nips perk up. As her body enjoys what is going on.
Both women writhe together, almost like a clockwork toy, until Trixie finally shudders. She slumps slightly forward for a moment, before straightening up. Decker lifts herself slightly from her writhing throne, revealing Crystal's newly glistening features. But Trixie's hands don't leave their posts as she slowly dismounts Hilton. She looks down at the returning FAWN fighter. “I know this is usually done to humiliate opponents, but you seem to be enjoying it.” She gently squeezes Crystal's erect nipple. “I'll give you a choice – consider it a 'welcome back' gift. I can finish you here, I can finish you somewhere else, or I can just stop and let you finish yourself later.” Trixie licks her teeth. “Of course, if you choose three, be sure to memorize my features 'cuz we both know you'll be thinking of me.”
EMERY COLERIDGE:
The crowd all chant “Right here” As Crystal just glistens. A bit out of it after what Trixie had put her through. Crystal slowly looks up at Trixie as she tries to regain her senses. Before Crystal could say anything that’s when Emery Coleridge makes her way down to the ring. She cracks a grin as she stares at Crystal lifting her boot high up into the air as she smashes it right down between her legs. Crystal screams loud as the fans begin to boo. Emery keeping her eyes locked on Trixie.
“Long time no see….”
Trixie suddenly snaps to attention, popping up and backing Emery up. She looks down to Crystal, who is writing in agony. “Crystal, I'm sorry. If you can, get as far from here as possible.” Trixie's eyes lock back with Emery's. “See, Emery here seems to have a bit of a fascination and sometimes it makes her a bit unpredictable.”
Trixie wants to help her former opponent out of the ring but knows Emery is too unpredictable. For all the Jinx knows, Emery's got a pair of brass knuckles tucked somewhere unmentionable, waiting to pull them out and clobber both of them. The best Trixie can do is stand between the two women and keep Emery's attention.
“Been a dog's age, cutie pie,” Trixie says, reminding herself not to grab hold of Emery because of her germ hate. “I assumed you lost interest in me. Two Valentine's Days pass and a girl thinks you've moved on.”
“No I haven’t forgotten you Trixie. After all the last time we were in the ring together you took something that belonged to me… Or did you forget?!” Emery smiles as she points at her own bottoms.
“I watched the tape of your match with Victoria Smith. You took my bottoms because your lady bits were cold. You also made mention to a Mrs. Emery Decker or perhaps you forgotten…” She smiles as she draws closer to the Flint native. “So I see you are beating up jobbers nowadays. Why don’t you give me that rematch that I deserve. I believe we should have another playdate.”
Trixie blinks. She had, in fact, forgotten about taking Emery's trunks after the match with Victoria. She did remember learning afterward that Emery had rubbed her naked nether parts across Trixis's face while she was unconscious. And while Trixie had made an “Emery Decker” comment it was blatantly less hopeful and more mocking Emery's obsession with her.
Although apparently not to Emery.
“Yes, that's fine,” Trixie says. “I will happily fight you again. Tell me the match type. Hardcore. Catfight. Naked and oiled while bouncing in a bouncy house, loser spends an hour face down in the winner's lap, working jaw muscles. I don't know what you want but I will fight you.” Trixie tries to keep stalling the rich girl, hoping Crystal's using the time to leave the ring. “Or, a date. I could take you on a date. Or both. A date match.” She shrugs. “Emery, what is it you want? You've called me Your Trixie, but if I touch you you flip out. I really don't know how to read you.”
“What I really want is to embarrass you in the same matter that you did to me. You should remember it quite well. You insulted me in front of a hot crowd, you stripped me naked and you think I wasn’t going to strike back?! This has been about two years of built up emotions and anger, and I will get even…”
Emery smiles as she stands face to face with Trixie. “Instead of wrestling worthless jobbers why don’t you fight me next. Pick up right where we left off so I could finally emerge victorious and disinfect you from the likes of Fawn. A person such as you is in dire need of a wet wipe. You need to be cleansed. Just look at you…”
Emery turns her nose up making a disgusted expression.
“Absolutely disgusting but then again that is what I have come to expect of a woman from Flint Michigan…”
The crowd unleashes a stream of boos so loud and angry one would think Emery just choked out a disabled kitten. Trixie, however, merely cocks an eyebrow. For most of her life she's heard all the insults about her poverty stricken home and it's hard to really be upset. If anything, Trixie's beginning to realize just how far down the rabbit hole of hate and obsession Emery fell.
“Getting humiliated is part of FAWN. I'm not still angry at Bunny or Victoria. They beat me. What happened, happened. And,” Trixie raises a cautious finger, “I REALLY don't think Alia would appreciate being referred to as a jobber.”
Decker inches forward until she's in Emery's face, just close enough not to be touching the woman with her own body but so Emery can feel Trixie's breath on her. “But I'll give you your fight. Tell me when and where. Hell, you wanna do this right now?” Trixie makes a sweeping gesture to the ring. “We'll go now. I'll let you set the rules. A FAWN ref can be here in no time, darling.”
If Trixie had better self control, this is where it would end. But she is Trixie Decker, one of the mouthiest women in FAWN. She smiles at Emery. “But let's be honest. If I'd let you off so easily after we fought, you wouldn't have such a crush on me.” She bats her eyelashes. “A girl's gotta play hard to get, right?”
“If you say so but since you had the support of the fans when you were humiliating me I figured I would have some support of my own. Just to make sure you wouldn’t get out of this one… Oh Cecily….”
Emery called out and as she did a figure could be seen jumping over the barricade and entering into the ring from behind Trixie. Emery smiled as her sister and her had Jinx surrounded.”
CECILY COLERIDGE:
Emery smiled as she whispered back. “I think you know what happens next… Any last words before you cry like a little bitch in front of the crowd?!”
Trixie side-eyes Cecily. “She's cute.” Trixie looks back to Emery. “I mean, you obviously got all of the boobs in the family. But just remember, jumping me only proves you have to have help beating me. And if I'm gonna get jumped--” Trixie grabs hold of Emery's wrists and yanks her into an embrace. Pressing Emery's body tight to her own, the Jinx wraps her arms around the socialite's torso and gives her a long, deep, passionate kiss.
Fans cheer as Trixie twirls the younger of the sisters so her back is to her shocked sister. Trixie's hands drape down, caressing Emery's ass, before gliding to the front and stroking between her thighs. Decker pulls back, a long strand of spit slapping from her lips to Emery's. “Then I'm gonna earn it.” Trixie raises a boot to Emery's gut and shoves her backwards into Cecily. As the Coleridge's collide and stumble back, Trixie grabs hold of Crystal and rolls her towards the lip of the ring. “Sorry, Hilton, but I don't trust these two to leave you alone,” Trixie grunts as she tries to push the starlet to safety.
Hilton gets pushed out of the ring and the two siblings look at one another as the both double clothes line Trixie to the ground. They stomp her out a bit Before Cecily yanks her up placing Trixie into a full nelson. Emery smiles before she delivers a hard slap to the face of Trixie. She grabs Jinx by the hair and delivers her Coleridge Cutter (Running KRO) laying Trixie out before Emery slowly looks at the audience.
“I do believe it’s time for a Bitch Nap! Nighty nite!” Emery yells out as she wraps her curvy legs around Trixie’s neck. Emery places her hand over Trixie’s mouth and nose as she uses her free hand to yank on Trixie’s hair. “Tap for me or pass out… Really it’s your choice!”
Crystal slides back in but Cecily kicks her in the gut forcing her to double over. She lifts her up and power bombs her on top of Trixie. Cecily pulls her off by the ankles as she forms a crotch claw and begins to claw Crystal’s most sacred area. The Hollywood starlet is screaming loud as she taps out furiously on the mat. “Someone make it stop!!!!!!!!!”
Trixie bucks at Emery's leggy prison as she watches Crystal mewl and writhe in Cecily's grip. If she were fresh, she might be able to power out of this hold but she's not. Even though she came out the winner, Trixie is low on energy. She knows she has friends in the back but it takes a while to get to the arena from the bowels of the center. The look of pain on Crystal's face makes Trixie burn with rage but she knows she can do little about it.
Decker pulls at Emery's thighs with no luck. She manages to take hold of Coleridge's hand and pull the hand from her mouth. “Emery,” Trixie gasps. “You want me, that's fine but you two leave Crystal alone.” Trixie winces as Emery tightens her legs. “We both know you'd rather see me awake and begging than be put out.” Trixie manages to pull at Emery's legs just enough to allow a tiny amount of breathing room. “Let Crystal leave the ring and I will get down on my hands and knees and beg like you want. I'll even make sure you get to do whatever you want. Just leave this between us.”
The sisters exchange glances while Crystal shrieks in pain. “And don't give me that 'You'll release her after,'” Trixie cuts in, swallowing hard. “We all know you won't. Emery, if you want to live out your little fantasy, this is your chance.”
Emery however is the one barking the orders as she places her hand over Trixie’s nose nasal and mouth airways as she covers them both. “Pass out or submit it’s your choice. I can’t help if my sister has found herself a new play thing…”
Cecily grins as she keeps up her crotch claw. Crystal in tears as she can only take it. As much as she wants to fight back she is in no position to do so. Emery grins as she looks at Trixie. “She already gave up but it’s all on you Trixie. All you have to do is give into me and all of this can be over!” Emery squeezes harder than before as she yanks even harder on her hair.
Fury finally takes Trixie. Her face flushes red as watches Crystal shriek. In her history in FAWN Crystal Hilton had been a bully on her own and pretty merciless. But it was one thing to see someone suffer for their own crimes. It was another to see her suffer because of Emery's obsession on her. Not helping was the cries of the fans, chanting, “Fight back! Fight back!” Trixie, for the first time in FAWN, felt something close to shame and heartbreak.
Decker breathes in deep as she taps on Emery's leg. “I surrender – this fight and myself.” The fans, seeing this, are as heartbroken but get why. “Just, please. Stop hurting Crystal.” Trixie is all too aware, most likely, this won't spare Hilton but she has to try. Decker doesn't have much of a moral compass but sometimes it does manage to find north. “Please, both of you. Leave her. Take me.”
Emery however is the one barking the orders as she places her hand over Trixie’s nose nasal and mouth airways as she covers them both. “Pass out or submit it’s your choice. I can’t help if my sister has found herself a new play thing…”
Cecily grins as she keeps up her crotch claw. Crystal in tears as she can only take it. As much as she wants to fight back she is in no position to do so. Emery grins as she looks at Trixie. “She already gave up. All you have to do is give into me and all of this can be over!” Emery squeezes harder than before as she yanks even harder on her hair. “Now all I want for you is to tap… Do that and all of this is over!
It's become obvious to Trixie that there's no talking her way out of this. Words mean nothing to either of these women and she's only postponing the inevitable and prolonging Crystal's pain. These two need to see the gesture to feel like Emery's finally won something. So, Trixie gives in.
Decker taps furiously against the mat. When that doesn't remove her leggy prison from her neck, She taps gently, and slowly, against Emery's leg.
The moment that Trixie taps out is the moment that Emery is all smiles. She breaks her hold as she lifts herself up so that she is sitting down on top of Trixie. “I am happy that you know your place but I do not like being TOUCHED especially by you… And you shall pay…”
Emery grins as she pulls her panties down as she moves her body up more lowering herself right over Trixie’s face. “Hope you enjoy the ride because I know I will…” With that Emery grinds herself across Trixie’s face as she bounces up and down.
Trixie stares up, confused. The bouncing is… uncomfortable, but not humiliating in the least. Most of these moments in FAWN's history had an air of sexuality to them, a bit of dominance. Emery is riding her like a bouncy pony toy. Trixie wonders… is… is Emery a virgin? Has she never really done this in a private, passionate moment – much less as a way to end someone in a match?
Trixie debates on just waiting for the eventual smother but it bothers her. And, honestly… Emery is every cute. Crazy and more than likely to turn someone she's obsessed with into a skin mask and wear them everywhere, but cute. In other circumstances, she'd be a mistake Trixie would try to make. Trixie pauses that thought.
Why not make the mistake now? A voice in her head asks. Why not indeed. Trixie opens her mouth, licks her lips, and leans up into Emery's womanhood as it comes down at her mouth. What Trixie does next, no one can see from how Emery is sitting against her face. It is not the first time a woman has been gratified in this manner in a FAWN ring, of course, but perhaps the first time the defeated has done so without provocation and coercion from the woman who defeated her. And while there are many things in life that can be written off as opinion instead of fact, one thing Trixie knew as a damned fact: she knows how to use her mouth.
What happens in return however is Emery seems disgusted, she quickly rises up as she slides her bottoms up. She stares down at Trixie as she grimaces at her. “You disgusting bitch! You dare make a mockery out of me?!” Emery gets upset as she yanks Trixie up by the hair and whips her into the corner. She wraps Trixie’s leg in the ropes as she backs up grinning. “You should have known better.” With that she runs and delivers a vicious soccer kick right into Jinx’s sacred area.
Trixie takes the kick, her hole body burning in pain. “No matter what I do,” she blurts, “there's no right answer, is there? You'll hurt Crystal no matter what. You'll attack me no matter what. You seem to want me but you're repulsed by my touch.” Trixie does something few in her position would do. She laughs. Long and hard. “Is it just a life of having everything handed to you that has you so messed up? Or is it that I was willing to give something to you when you hoped to take it?”
“SHUT UP!” She smiles moving her hands through Trixie’s hair. “What I want more than anything is to beat you where it hurts, right here in the middle of this ring. I’ll leave your new found friend alone. You are the only thing I want and I’ll be waiting.” Emery smiles as she slaps Trixie’s face a bit.
“I can’t wait to play with you but I prefer it to be when you haven’t touched a worthless jobber.” Emery snaps her fingers and the moment she does she is handed a wet wipe. She looks at it before wiping it across Trixie’s face.
“So disgusting.
“Don't be so hard on yourself,” Trixie says as Emery wipes. Her eyes dart down towards Emery's crotch. “I thought your hygiene was impeccable. Delightful flavor, too. My compliments to the chef.” Trixie slowly unhooks herself from the cables. Her body's aching from the match and Emery's attempt to squeeze her like a toothpaste tube. “Tell me when and where and what kind of fight, Princess. I'll be there.”
“Next big event… You and I right here in this ring. It will be the night where I get my first win in all of FAWN. Come on Cecily.” With that the older sister nods her head as the two women leave Trixie. They walk down the aisle as they keep their eyes locked back on Trixie.
Trixie blows a kiss to Emery. “See you then, Sweet-Beet! Bring your sister, too! I always want a threesome with the human embodiment of cyanide!” Trixie turns back to Crystal, who's down on the mat. Trixie rushes to her, lifting her head. “Crystal! Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Crystal!” Trixie cradles the woman's head against her breast. “I lied, I really lied.” Trixie shakes her head. “Emery really doesn't taste that delightful. Kinda bitter, y'know. Like red vines soaked in rubbing alcohol.”
Trixie's face gets serious. “I'm sorry they attacked you because of me. Is there anything I can do? Do you need me to take you to the medical station? Or… or…” Trixie shrugs. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Crystal however isn’t trying to hear that as she looks at Trixie and pushes her aside. She gathers her belongings as she keeps her eyes fixated on the girl from Flint. “I don’t need anything from you. Next time we meet in this ring. I will even up the score. For now take your W and you will be seeing me again sooner than later. Mark my words on that.” With that she takes the walk of shame leaving Trixie alone in the ring.
Trixie leans on the cables and watches Crystal storm from the ring. “Hey, Crystal!” The FAWN vet stops and glares back at Trixie, who yells again, “Your butt always shake that cute or just when you lose to someone you like?” Trixie winks as Crystal turns and bolts back towards the entrance.
Trixie inhales deeply. “Yeah… yeah, I'm great at making friends.”
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
“GET JINXED” BY AGNES KJøLSRUD
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOr_QOX1IMk
Trixie barely lets her name clear the announcer's lips before she storms into the arena. The FAWNatics have always been hot and cold with her but tonight is different. After a string of running in to help wrestlers who were getting treated like punching bags – usually by Trisha Belle – and beating Alia Saad in a Queen of the Cornfield match, the attendees seem excited to her her. Trixie, usually ready to drink in all the bad attention, is surprised and unsure how to handle it. Still, she flashes a smile and runs down to the ring, slapping eager hands.
Trixie hops up on the mat's skirt and throws up devil horns. The cheer her on. The petite brunette clutches the top rope, pushes herself up, and flips backwards over the cable into the ring. Jumping up a turnbuckle, Decker eggs the fans on for more noise and they happily comply. She enjoys it but Trixie has been wrestling long enough – in the indies and in FAWN – to know it can all turn on a dime. The ref clears his throat behind her and Trixie hops down.
“Time for the pat down, Officer?” she sings while raising her arms.
“Gotta do it,” the official replies.
“I'm just glad to have a ref who doesn't look like a ghoul this time around,” the goth replies. After her patdown, Trixie removes her net shirt and tosses it into the audience before settling in her corner to wait.
“And her opponent originally from Detroit Michigan, but now residing in Los Angeles, California. Standing at five feet three inches and one hundred fifteen pounds, she is The Silver Screen Queen Crystal Hilton!” At that moment the fans begin to get on their feet as it has been some time since Crystal was last seen inside of a Fawn ring.
CRYSTAL HILTON:
“I'M COMING OUT” BY DIANA ROSS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-mjl63e0ms
“I’m Coming Out” by Diana Ross begins to blast loudly across the speakers. As it does a red carpet is rolled out and the actress walks her way down to the ring as her paparazzi following snap photo after photo. She smiles as she takes it all in slowly strutting her way to the ring. She walks up the stairs stepping through the ropes as she raises her arms for the world to see. Boos fill the arena and she runs her hands through her hair posing for the cameras. She smiles as she looks out into the crowd.
“Yours truly is back… Did you miss me?!” She snickers as she walks over to Trixie taking a good look of her. “Heh, you must be that dirty bitch from Michigan. I made sure I got out of that dump as soon as I could…” She grins as she pulls her wrestling skirt down a bit smiling as she backs away into her corner.
“I know,” Trixie replies from her corner. “I assumed it was 'cuz you got tired of having your ass handed to you there and wanted to get beat down someplace new and exciting.” Decker pushes from her corner and casually strolls forward. “But then you left FAWN. Was it the embarrassment of all those losses? Alia making you beg in the middle of the ring? Or your bigger sister reminding you you're not even the best fighter in your family.”
The referee steps between the women. “Now, the bell hasn't run yet.”
“You're right,” Trixie replies. She glares holes through Crystal. “Your chance to leave or your chance to make this interesting. 'Cuz me?” Trixie licks her lips. “I really like to play.”
Crystal however doesn’t back down as the Latina stands right behind the referee and barks at her opponent. “What did you say chica?! As soon as this bell rings you are going to see what I am all about!” She cracks a wide grin as she licks her staring a hole right through Trixie. “And I am quite the actress? Did you get the script of how this match is going to play out?” She can’t help but offer a chuckle as she speaks again. “In this movie I will be making my big return using you as a stepping stone, and you will be nothing more than an afterthought. A hashmark of great things to come. Let’s get this show on the road…”:
She smiles as she reaches over the referee and gives Trixie a hard shove but the moment the other Michigan native rushes at Crystal. The BlackARican takes off stepping half way out of the ring as the stripped clad zebra steps in between them. “Keep that bitch at bay! I will get in the ring when I am good and ready…”
Crystal smiles as she dusts herself off before she slowly steps inside. Tugging on the ropes a bit to stretch herself out. As she turns her attention back to Jinx. “You sure you ready to step in the ring with the World’s best highflyer? I would say keep up but you seem like a three minute girl but tonight it will be more like three seconds and you are done…”
The referee beckons Trixie to go back to her corner. Decker does so, walking slowly backwards with her hands on her hips, not letting Crystal have a chance to attack her from behind.
The bell sounds and both women run at each other. Crystal decides to start things off with a kick at Trixie's side, trying to catch goth off balance. Decker drops to a squat, letting the leg spin over her head and take Crystal for a full 360 degree turn. Hopping up, Trixie catches Crystal's leg under her arm while slamming an uppercut between her thighs. The crowd winces. Crystal's eyes bulge. The referee sighs, realizing it's going to be that sort of match.
As the referee goes to warn Trixie about low blows, Decker headbutts Crystal in the nose. The dark beauty starts to stumble back but her leg is still hostage. Instead she falls backwards, grabbing ropes on the way down. That's enough for the referee who calls for Trixie to back off. Decker releases the leg, holds up her hands, and steps back.
“Welcome back, princess,” Trixie says with a smirk. “We really missed you.”
Fuming, Crystal pulls back to the corner and begins to pull herself up. The referee makes the mistake of stepping back, leaving a clear path for Trixie. She lowers her shoulder and runs in to ram Crystal.
The moment Trixie runs at her is the moment that Crystal shows off her Lucha training as she gracefully jumps onto the top of the turnbuckle causing Trixie to ram right into the corner turnbuckle. Trixie favors her shoulder but Crystal doesn’t give her any breathing room as she flips over Trixie taking her down to the mat with a sunset flip. She grabs a hold of Trixie’s bikini bottoms yanking them up for added leverage on the pin. The referee shakes his head. “Ms. Hilton I am not going to count that!”
Crystal throws her hand in protest as she looks down at Trixie forming a fist and slamming it hard in between Trixie’s legs. “So it’s okay for her to do THIS to me?!”
“No it’s not okay! And if you do it again I am going to disqualify you!”
Crystal however just flips her hair at the referee as she turns her attention back over to Trixie. She yanks the other Michigan native up by the hair and leans her against the ropes. She wraps her arms in between the ropes smiling as she paces around in front of the woman.
“Now I told everyone in Hollywood that I was going to make a scene! I have a reality series coming up. Some big acting gigs and yet you keep trying to make my image look bad by bringing up my past…But tonight you will see why I am a STAR!”
Crystal smiles posing for the cameras. “Get your cameras out this is for each and every single one of you…” With that she forms a fist and begins to deliver punch after punch right against the chest of Trixie hitting her in her breasts. She lifts Trixie’s sports bra up jerseying her opponent as she delivers hard punches right to the sensitive flesh of Trixie.
Crystal hasn't been in FAWN's ring in years but she's obviously been fighting somewhere. Her punches are precise and powerful. Trixie's B-Cups are already beginning to show signs of bruising. The referee desperately tries to find a reason to break the hold. “Get her out of the corner! And closed fists, Crystal! You know better!”
Hilton looks back at the official and smiles devilishly. “Is this better?” she asks, bringing a hard slap down and squashing Trixie's right boob flat. The referee grimaces but has no answer. Hilton spreads Trixie's legs wide. “How about this?” The drops a booming underhand twat swat that makes Trixie shudder and groan in agony. Not removing her hand, Crystal begins to rub and massage Trixie's groin, teasing. “How about this?” Crystal looks up towards Trixie's covered face, expecting gasps of shock and humiliation as she feels Decker's body tense.
“Don't be afraid to really get in there,” Trixie says, grinding into Crystal's hand.
Hilton pulls back. That was not the reaction she expected. She looks at the official.
“You don't research your opponents, do you?” he asks.
Annoyed, Crystal plants a boot into Trixie's midsection. Decker takes it, her arms unlacing from the ropes, and slumps to a seated position at the post's base. Trixie feels the ropes around her move. She peers up from her bra top blindfold and makes out Crystal grabbing the top ropes, propelling herself upwards in a handstand using them, and beginning to drop down on her, both knees aimed for Trixie. Decker grabs the bottom ropes to push away…
Crystal sends her knees downwards and Decker is able to move in the nick of time. Crystal’s knees collide with the mat. She grabs at them in pain as Trixie slides herself out of the ring. She readjusts her top as she watches Crystal grabbing at her knees on the inside of the ring. Decker smiles as she reaches inside the ring grabbing one of Crystal’s legs towards the corner. Trixie grabs the other and smiles as she has both of them in her grasps.
Without hesitation she smiles as she yanks on both legs as hard as she can pulling Crystal all the way right into the corner ring first. Crystal’s eyes open wide up as she reaches in between her legs and Decker can only grin. “I told you I like to play rough. Now time to clip your wings…” She grins as she takes Crystal’s far right leg and slams it as hard as she can against the ring post. Screams can be heard reaching to the very top of the arena. She slams Crystal’s leg against the ring post two more times before she slides back into the ring.
Trixie smiles looking down at her new play toy… “What’s wrong sweetie. Didn’t take you for a screamer…” Crystal grimaces in pain. “Go to hell you bitch!”
“Oh I am already there but there’s still more fun to be endured after all this is a long movie for you…” Trixie grins as she lifts Crystal up and slams her as hard as she can against an outstretched knee with an atomic drop. Crystal yelps so loud her screams can be heard in the cheap seats. She staggers a bit as Trixie grabs a hold of Crystal’s head tucking it underneath a shoulder as she delivers a DDT sending her head first into the mat. Crystal doesn’t seem to be moving as Trixie turns Crystal over and straddles her body into a face sit pin.
The referee notices this as he makes a count.
One……….
Two…………
Crystal pushes the woman off of her as she takes a moment to breathe as Trixie’s eyes open wide up grinning as her new play thing has more fight in her.
Decker pushes herself up, walks towards Crystal's head and sits on her face, facing the Starlet's torso. Trixie immediately begins jackhammering punches into Crystal's bare midriff, taking no break between hits until the referee is obviously on his last nerve. She wiggles her undercarriage across Crystal's mouth as she pulls the Diva's white sports bra up, exposing her firm breasts and dark nipples. “I owe you this,” Trixie purrs as she begins open-hand slapping the Hell out of Crystal's meat shelf. Whimpers and gasps are muffled under Trixie, who doesn't stop until she's sure there will be bruises later.
Rising from her groaning throne, Trixie takes the bottom of Crystal's sports bra and pulls it over her head. “Tit for tat,” Trixie giggles, emphasizing “tit” as she gives the starlet a taste of her own jerseying. Bending over, she gives a teasing, playful bit to one of Crystal's nipples before pulling Hilton up to a seated position. Then, CRACK! Trixie slams a foot across the back of Crystal's skull. Crystal slumps slightly forward. Decker sets into a sprint, bounds off the ropes in front of Crystal, and sends a missile dropkick towards Crystal's exposed sweet meats.
Crystal falls backwards onto the mat. Her orbs completely bruised. The Silver Screen Queen wanted it all to stop. As she could sense Trixie coming near her looking down at her. “You give up y…” Crystal didn’t even let Decker finish her statement as she quickly trip Trixie to the mat with a leg sweep. Crystal kips up to her feet as she makes sure to pull her bra down. The referee is done trying to play peacekeeper as he stands back just letting the two women do whatever they want too.
“Go ahead you can do whatever you want. I am done trying to get in the middle of you two…”
Crystal chuckles. “So I can do anything?!” The referee slowly nods his head in agreement and that’s when she stands right at Decker’s legs. She spreads her legs open a bit as she launches a vicious soccer kick right in between Trixie’s legs. Trixie begins to scream loud as Crystal smiles evilly. “Guess I am not the screamer after all…”
Crystal takes this moment to quickly sprint towards the side turnbuckles. Once she reaches them she flips off of them backwards and lands right on top of Decker with a powerful moonsault. Crystal doesn’t bother with a pinfall as she instead slides a hand down into Trixie’s bikini bottom and grins evilly. “You want to mess with me chica?! I really tried to be nice but the show must go on!”
With that she slides her hand further down as she reaches what she wanted to reach. Without hesitation she begins to claw Trixie. Squeezing as hard as she can as she used her free hand to deliver stiff punches right to the gut of Trixie.
“You brought all of this on yourself!”
Crystal works over Trixie's unmentionables like she's trying to work a Rubik's Cube with just her nails. The Jinx grits her teeth and grabs hold of Crystal's wrist, trying to weather each gut blast. When it becomes obvious Crystal won't be releasing, Trixie slams her fingers into Crystal's eyes – not for a poke or a rake, but a full on gouge – before ripping her nails down Hilton's face. Crystal's shrieks and pulls away.
“You whore!” Hilton says, blindly falling back and feeling her face. “Do you know how much this beauty is worth?! More than you and your white trash ancestors ever had combined!” She nervously feels her cheeks, where long red streaks are forming. “I'll break you over my knee, collar you, and keep you for my own personal punching back! I'll shred you physically and emotionally! I'll--” A kick to the jaw shuts Crystal up, sending her onto her side.
“You talk too much,” Trixie says. “And if you knew anything about me, you'd get why me saying that should be offensive.” Trixie fishes a hand down her bottoms and shudders. “Goddamnit, first Alia tries to squeeze my Charmin and now you!” Trixie kicks Crystal in the ribs again. “And neither of you have the decency to buy me dinner first!” Trixie raises an elbow and drops it across Crystal's ribs. The FAWN vet roars in pain. Trixie rises and pulls her foe to her knees. Grabbing Crystal around the midsection, she introduces her to a gutwrench suplex.
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jXVl3los9I
Crystal clatters to the mat in a heap. Trixie covers her for a pin. She waits, then looks up at the ref. “Your job, man!” she yells, snapping the official back to attention. He falls to slap the mat.
ONE!…
TW--
Crystal kicks out but the FAWNatics jeer, screaming, “That was three! That was three!” Trixie glares at the ref. “You new here?”
The official nods.
“I get the feeling this is your first and last match,” Decker says, reaching down for Crystal's mane. As she bends over, Hilton stabs her fingers into Trixie's eyes and repays the face rake, only the Diva manages to get more than red scratches. Trixie jerks away, clutching her cheek as small slivers of crimson begin to roll over her fingers. She turns, trying to shake the pain from her eyes.
Crystal rises, shaking her hand off. “Oh, goodness. I hope being poor and a slut isn't something I can catch!” Crystal rushes under Trixie, slipping her head between Decker's thighs, and raising her like they're about to play a game of chicken. She stomps towards the corner of the ring and falls forward. The top of the ring post catches Trixie in the throat and Decker crumples blindly to the side, clutching her neck and gagging.
“That gag reflex ain't gonna make you popular with the boys,” Crystal scoffs as she stands.
“Pretty sure she's a lesbian,” the referee interjects, growing quiet as Crystal gives him death eyes.
Hilton sinks her nails into Trixie's short black hair. Trixie attempts to swallow in air but manages to send a punch into Hilton's belly. Crystal halts, fighting back the pain. Trixie punches her again. And again. As Trixie goes for a fourth blow Crystal drives a backhand across her cheek, giving a bitchslap that could be textbook. Decker falls over onto her side. Crystal grabs Trixie around the waist, hoists her up, and drops Decker's goods over her knee in an atomic drop before shoving her into the ropes. Trixie hangs across the middle rope, her breasts being pushed up by the cable.
Hilton saunters over, palming Trixie's ass cheeks. “Not gonna lie, surprisingly nice back end for trash.” She leans down next to Trixie's face while her fingers tug at the waistband of Trixie's bottoms and slowly begin to roll them down. “I bet you could be an actress too,” Hilton whispers. “How about we make you into a Scream Queen?”
As the bottoms become rolled down Crystal smiles as she licks her palm as she suddenly tells all of the crowd to be quiet. Without hesitation she lifts her hand up and delivers a wicked slap right against the bottom of Decker. She does it again and again. As she leaves her palm print right on the butt of Decker. Crystal grins as she uses her foot and boots Decker right outside the ring.
Trixie hits the outside of the mat with a loud thud and that is when Crystal plancha’s over the top rope and lands right on top of Trixie. The crowd begins to go crazy as Hilton slowly makes her way up to her feet taking some time to pose for a few cameras. She grabs a hold of Decker and slides her into the ring before she follows suit. She grabs Trixie’s bikini bottoms and gives her a massive wedgie stretching the bottoms so far she yanks it over the back of Decker’s head.
Crystal grins. “How’s that feel? You know what don’t even bother answering.” Crystal stands behind Trixie as she wraps her arms around her waist. Without hesitation she slings her backwards into a German Suplex. She smiles as she points at the ropes grinning all the while.
“It was fun while it lasted but I believe this movie is coming to an end sweetie.”
Crystal turns Trixie over as she immediately ascends to the top of the ropes.
She points high up into the air showing the lights on the ceiling.
“Lights”
Crystal makes a camera motion taking a fake picture.
“Action!”
With that Crystal jumps onto the ropes until she is facing the audience and she takes a huge leap of faith hoping to aim her 630 senton right on her foe.
Lights, Camera, Action
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltb11fcuyBA
Crystal comes down fast but instead of finding a prone body to take a seat on, the Hollywood Honey lands on two waiting boot heels, one impacting right in Crystal's Georgia O'Keeffe bouquet. Trixie balances the shocked woman on her feet before propelling her across the ring like a trained seal. Trixie gathers herself and stands up, pulling the wedgie from her butt. Cracking her knuckles, she looks down at the mewling Crystal. “Extended Director's Cut, bitch.”
Hilton flounders but manages to get up, only to meet a punch to her right eye. The starlet squeals and clutches the socket, horrified at how this gutter trash is lowering her moneymaker's value. Trixie grabs Crystal by the hair and does a bit more damage with a double knee facebreaker.
DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=czn9Seax8m8
Crystal's cheeks crunch into Trixie's knee and the prodigal wrestler flops back, clutching her visage. “Are you insane?” Crystal cries. “This is my face! THIS IS MY CAREER!”
Trixie kicks Crystal over onto her stomach. “Yeah, I know.” She stands on the back of Crystal's knees. “You're an actress. You've got a reality show coming.” Decker reaches down and grabs Crystal's arms, yanking them back as far as she can. “I've got some reality to show you,” the goth hisses. “You're not a wrestler. You're an actress pretending.” Decker rolls backwards, putting Crystal in a Mexican Surfboard.
MEXICAN SURFBOARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aa3DEvRJzfA
Crystal moans a protest but not much else. The referee runs over to check for submission but Crystal offers none. All the while, Trixie chats her up.
“Oh, you can fight,” Trixie growls to the woman suspended above her. “But you're not a wrestler. This is a springboard for you to do what you want to do. But, honey, FAWN is for real wrestlers – women who will stick it out no matter what. You got your ass handed to you so you ran off to do C-List movies and D-List wrestling feds.” Trixie cranks back the hold and Crystal screams. “But I'm glad you came back. I like opponents like you. You're an asshole, like me, so I don't feel bad about unleashing on you.”
Trixie releases the hold, letting Crystal flop forward. Rising, Trixie pops her neck. “And, honey, I think it's time I stop holding back.” Trixie pulls up Crystal's white skirt, revealing cute pink panties. Trixie repays the wedgie from earlier, pulling the fabric so high up most of it vanishes between Crystal's cheeks. “I'm not usually like this but something about fakes like you really brings the evil out of me.” Trixie grabs Crystal's tresses and rips them back, craning Hilton's head back and pulling her to all fours so she can see the fans… see them as they watch Trxie haul her freehand back and slap the everloving hell out of Crystal's backside. Crystal nearly unhinges her jaw screaming but Trixie seems dissatisfied.
“I think your undies got in the way.” Trixie leads Crystal around to face the center of the ring. This time she yanks the undergarments down to Hilton's bent knees. Trixie snakes her hand under the pop icon's groin to lift it just enough to show everything. “That's better!” Again, a crack. Almost immediately a bruise begins to appear. Proud of her handiwork, Trixie stomps the base of Crystal's back, laying her flat. The Flint Favorite straddles the LA Girl's back, squats, and drapes Crystal's limp arms over her knees. “Who here likes Camel Clutches?” Trixie asks as she cups under Hilton's chin.
If there was one thing that the flashy movie star hated more than anything else it was submission holds. Crystal couldn’t help but grimace in pain as she felt the pressure applied to her chin. Her back in pain as Trixie cup her arms far underneath the Latina’s chin and pulled back as far as it could go.
Crystal pleaded as she tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail. “Let me go you bitch!” Trixie however could only grin in return as she pulled back even further refusing to let up as she taunted Crystal. “If you want me to stop you know what you have to do, but then the real fun will begin…”
The referee quickly got down on the floor beside Crystal as he started to check her over. “Do you give up, Ms. Hilton?” Crystal shook her head as she decided to fight it. With every ounce of strength in her body she started to crawl her way over towards the ropes. Slowly inching her way over to the ropes. The crowd was stunned as she was just mere inches away from the ropes but Trixie took the time to get off of Hilton as she reached for her feet to yank her from the ropes.
Crystal was dragged from the ropes as she was brought to the middle of the ring again. Crystal however threw a kick in Trixie’s direction that caused a slight opening. Crystal slowly made it to her feet as Trixie went for a stiff clothesline. Hilton was able to duck underneath it and as Trixie turned around she was met with a vicious roundhouse kick to the temple.
FLASHING LIGHTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsDeYuH533A
Trixie dropped down to the mat like a sack of bricks as Crystal stood center in the ring posing for the crowd. “Did you get caught up in the flashing lights?! Don’t worry I think it’s about time to finally put this to bed. THAT’S A WRAP everyone!”
Crystal helped Trixie back up to her feet as she signaled for something. The crowd didn’t know what to expect. Crystal stood in front of Trixie holding her neck underneath an arm. Without hesitation she leaps over Trixie backwards as she went for a double knee lung blower to the back. Trixie however was able to thrust herself forward as Hilton’s hurt back hit the mat with a loud thud.
THAT’S A WRAP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTh3wAOLwLU
Crystal grimaced in pain as she reached for her back. The crowd all waiting in anticipation as Trixie hovered over her.
“Y'know, there's a few moves I've never tried,” Trixie says, rolling Crystal over. Decker reaches down and grabs Crystal around her right ankle, hoisting the stem up and twisting the foot for a Patriot Lock.
PATRIOT LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w7et3CazK8
“Does this hurt?” Trixie asks as Crystal shrieks and claws at the canvas. “I mean, does it really hurt? I just didn't know if I should add it to my repertoire. I'd have to practice it more, of course. What do you think, in your professional opinion?” Crystal pounds a fist on the mat, shaking her head back and forth, but refusing to submit. Trixie twists the ankle once more before slamming the leg, knee first, back to the mat.
Hilton grabs onto her right knee and swears a blue streak. Trixie pulls the LA girl up by her jawline but there's still some fight in the prodigal woman. She grabs Trixie and flings her into the closest corner. Decker lands with her back against the turnbuckles and Hilton goes in to splash on her. Instead, the Jinx holds onto the ropes, lifts her legs and lets Crystal collide with the turnbuckles. Trixie wraps her legs down around Crystal's waists, pulls her around using the top ropes and goes for a Tarantula hold!
TARANTULA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFyWJog986g
Trixie manages to pull Crystal's legs up so high and so far back it looks like Crystal's practically a Bend 'Em toy. The referee falters, unsure what to do as Crystal shrieks out, pain welling in her face.
“COUNT HER!” Hilton demands. “THIS BITCH HAS ME ON THE ROPES!”
“But, I backed out, remember?” the young rookie ref stammers. “You didn't seem to--”
“IT'S DIFFERENT NOW!” Crystal feels her body at a breaking point.
“You don't get to have it no rules when you're in charge and strict rules when you're about to lose,” Trixie cackles behind her. Still, the official finally comes over and begins a count. As soon as he hits four Trixie releases, letting the woman once referred to as the Rose Queen wilt to the mat. Crystal manages to roll onto her back, her joints aching, and stares up into the arena lights. She can hear Trixie off to the side of her.
“I could probably end this now,” Trixie says, “but I'm sorely tempted to drag this out to the final bell.” Decker scales the ringpost, standing atop the highest turnbuckles. “I hope those aren't implants but if they are, I hope you kept the receipt 'cuz you're gonna need to exchange them!” Trixie leaps, aiming her feet for Crystal's chest.
COUP DE GRACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ITx5rejPqo
As much as Crystal wanted to move she physically couldn’t as Trixie landed right on the movie star’s breasts. Crystal lets out a wicked scream that could be heard all across the arena as she pounded at the mat in frustration. Trixie just looks down at Crystal offering her a grin. She drops down and hooks a leg for the pin fall.
One
Two
Thr…
Crystal gets a shoulder up and the crowd is stunned that is until they find out that Trixie was the one to lift Hilton’s shoulder up. The referee quickly looks things over. “You could have ended it right there Decker.”
Decker smiles as she glances back at the referee. “I know but that would have been too easy. Our star needs to have a grand finale so we might as well give it to her!” She smiles as she drags Crystal away from the ropes. The actress offering tears as her body couldn’t take anymore. Decker smiles as she leans down whispering into Crystal’s ear.
“Aww, crying for me? Don’t worry.. I got a lot more where that came from…”
Even Trixie's a little shocked at herself. Normally she's able to keep darker impulses in check, but maybe it's knowing Crystal would do this – and worse – to her if she could, or just residual rage from facing Alia. Either way, she pulls Crystal up to shaking legs. “What was that about collaring me again? Using me as a punching bag?” Decker sneers. “I bet you really thought that. You think you're Miriam Gaiman now? You can just take girls home and break 'em?”
Crystal swings a defiant slap at Trixie but the goth handily catches it and twists the arm. Crystal starts to bend, clutching at her shoulder, by Trixie clutches her by the throat. Releasing the arm, Trixie hoists Crystal up for a chokeslam. It's like dropping a ragdoll. Trixie slithers up Crystal's body, wrapping her in a grapevine pin, as she coos, “Tell me what else you were gonna do to humiliate me. I need ideas.”
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Crystal bucks up a shoulder. “No,” she whimpers. “You're trash. I don't lose to you – YOU LOSE TO ME!” It sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than Trixie. “I'll make you pay for this!”
Trixie cocks her head. “Weird question, do you think the execs who offered you that reality show are gonna see this and rethink things?”
Crystal's eyes round out. That thought hadn't occurred to her. But she doesn't get long to ponder it as Decker yanks her up by the wrists. Positioning Crystal to face to photographers, she whispers in the Diva's ears, “Remember your first match here against Mizuki Kandori? You mauled her breasts and said you were gonna rip her nipples off.” Flashbacks to a better, stronger time fill Crystal's mind as light flashes begin to go off from the cameras. “Or how you refused to accept Allie McKenzie's initial submission?” Trixie parades Crystal a bit for all to see. Some of Crystal's fans boo. A few fans too young to remember her history wonder what she's ever done to deserve this. “You made Allie cry in the ring and beg with a second submission before you ended it.”
Crystal opens her mouth to protest but she remembers it. She remembers all of it, like a far off, foggy place. From behind her, Decker rips off Crystal's white sports bra and digs her nails into Hilton's dark nipples, raking and scratching. She palms them both and grinds them in her hand, letting Crystal shriek and kick uselessly.
“You're a bully, Crystal,” Trixie growls. “You pick on weaker women not to show your skill but to show how cruel you can be. Why shouldn't I do the same to you?”
Crystal throws back her head and bellows in a furious sob, “Because I'm better than them! I'm better than you! I'm better than everyone here!”
Trixie shakes her head. “No, Crystal. You're just better at losing.” Trixie hoists by her breasts, sending her backwards with a boobplex.
BOOBPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUj65V7D0aw
Crystal lands on the back of her head but manages to clumsily roll up to her feet. Trixie is on her immediately, hopping on and twisting around her like an angry monkey, trying to wrap Hilton up for her finisher, Jinxed!
JINXED:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nWr-NjSrVg
Hilton wasn’t expecting it as she tries to fight Trixie off. The Hollywood hottie tries her best to stand up but her leg gives out on her as she falls to the floor. Trixie can only tug tighter at the arm as she wraps her curvy leg around Crystal’s neck.
Crystal falters and she can only scream louder as Trixie continues to taunt her. “What’s wrong Crystal you out of fight already?!” Crystal grimaces through her teeth. “Go to hell!”
She tries her best to move but she doesn’t seem to be getting anyway. She is wrapped up really tight. The referee leans in close. “What do you want to do Crystal?”
Crystal thinks about it but without anywhere to go she has no choice. “I… I… I quit! Get this stupid chica off of me!” Crystal cries out as she begins to tap out hard on the floor. Her hand slapping Trixie’s thigh over and over again.
The referee sounds the bell but Trixie only tightens the hold, illiciting my cries from Crystal. The speakers boom: “Laaaaaadies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – TRIXIE 'JINX' DECKER!”
The rookie ref looks down at Trixie. “Okay, you proved your point. Match is done. Break the hold!”
Trixie doesn't. Instead, she hisses at Crystal, “This is what it's like to be on the losing end of someone who goes too far, Crystal. You pull that shit here in FAWN again and I'll be waiting for you. Do you understand me?” Trixie bends the wrist most, pushing the back of Crystal's hand towards her arm.
Crystal, through tears, looks to Trixie. “I understand that next time I'm gonna make you beg and I'm gonna fu--”
Trixie unhooks her legs, swinging off Crystal's torso before kicking her in the back of the knee. Hilton drop to a kneel. Decker looks at the official. “Raise my hand as your final official act.”
He does. The crowd is torn. Evil Trixie obviously doesn't curry as much fan favor but the fans who love her REALLY love her. The ref looks at Trixie. “What do you mean by last official act?”
Decker points up the ramp, through the entrance curtains, to a silhouetted figure. While his face is in shadow, one can make out the familiar stripes of a ref's zebra shirt. “That's the head referee for FAWN,” Trixie tells the rookie official. “Y'know, your boss. I bet he wants to have words with you about deciding to check out.”
The young man swallows and slips through the ropes, slinking up the aisle to the arena entrance. Trixie smirks.
“First off, he'll wanna tell you never leave two FAWN women alone in a ring,” Trixie says to herself. Crystal, still kneeling, facing down towards the mat, doesn't react when Trixie places a boot on the back of her head. She barely fights and Trixie slowly pushes her face to the mat and strikes a victory post for the Gladiatrix photographers. “Hey, guys! It would be nice to be in the magazine for once!” Decker yells. “Oh, and get a few shots of Crystal. You know how she loves press.”
Trixie pulls her black panties up tight as she rolls Crystal onto her back. “You have been very rude to all of my lady bits, young missy!” She lowers herself, placing her womanhood against Crystal's lips. “Kiss it better,” Trixie suggests as she writhes, shifting side to side. Decker licks her own fingers and slides them towards Crystal's skirt waistband. “Don't worry. I give as good as I get.”
Crystal was in no position to go anywhere. As she kept her mouth closed. She tried her best to break free but with Trixie in control she was the one making all of the demands. Crystal could only sigh in return as she tried to get out of it. However Trixie just shoved her lady parts further into Crystal’s face. Crystal sighed refusing to give Jinx any satisfaction.
But Jinx kept lowering her body more and more until Crystal’s lips were pressed tightly against Trixie’s womanhood. Crystal’s lips were moving against them as she tried to move her hands about to stop this humiliation from occurring.
Trixie's left hand slips under the waistband of Crystal's skirt while her right dives into the white sports bra to caress Hilton's sweaty bosom. Under her, the Jinx can feel Crystal tensing as if she's waiting for the inevitable attack – the breast claw, the rake to her unprotected crotch. Standard fair in FAWN.
But the attacks don't come. Instead, Decker's digits offer a surprising amount of comfort, if occasional teasing. But she is gentle, attempting to bring Crystal along the pleasure ride she's one. Decker's eyes close as her rhythm picks up, getting closer and closer to her goal while trying to not neglect the body of the woman below her. Crystal feels deft hands caressing the petals of her flower, massaging all the right places. But she also feels Trixie's legs tightening around her head and she's relatively sure the ride, for Trixie at least, is close to its final stop.
Crystal however continues to squirm and move around trying to force herself free but she doesn’t get anywhere. Eventually her resists slowly fade out as she becomes like a dish rag under Trixie. Her lips pressed tightly against Jinx. As Crystal can feel her own body tensing up. She wants to avoid it but the way Trixie is working her over she can’t help herself but feel her nips perk up. As her body enjoys what is going on.
Both women writhe together, almost like a clockwork toy, until Trixie finally shudders. She slumps slightly forward for a moment, before straightening up. Decker lifts herself slightly from her writhing throne, revealing Crystal's newly glistening features. But Trixie's hands don't leave their posts as she slowly dismounts Hilton. She looks down at the returning FAWN fighter. “I know this is usually done to humiliate opponents, but you seem to be enjoying it.” She gently squeezes Crystal's erect nipple. “I'll give you a choice – consider it a 'welcome back' gift. I can finish you here, I can finish you somewhere else, or I can just stop and let you finish yourself later.” Trixie licks her teeth. “Of course, if you choose three, be sure to memorize my features 'cuz we both know you'll be thinking of me.”
EMERY COLERIDGE:
The crowd all chant “Right here” As Crystal just glistens. A bit out of it after what Trixie had put her through. Crystal slowly looks up at Trixie as she tries to regain her senses. Before Crystal could say anything that’s when Emery Coleridge makes her way down to the ring. She cracks a grin as she stares at Crystal lifting her boot high up into the air as she smashes it right down between her legs. Crystal screams loud as the fans begin to boo. Emery keeping her eyes locked on Trixie.
“Long time no see….”
Trixie suddenly snaps to attention, popping up and backing Emery up. She looks down to Crystal, who is writing in agony. “Crystal, I'm sorry. If you can, get as far from here as possible.” Trixie's eyes lock back with Emery's. “See, Emery here seems to have a bit of a fascination and sometimes it makes her a bit unpredictable.”
Trixie wants to help her former opponent out of the ring but knows Emery is too unpredictable. For all the Jinx knows, Emery's got a pair of brass knuckles tucked somewhere unmentionable, waiting to pull them out and clobber both of them. The best Trixie can do is stand between the two women and keep Emery's attention.
“Been a dog's age, cutie pie,” Trixie says, reminding herself not to grab hold of Emery because of her germ hate. “I assumed you lost interest in me. Two Valentine's Days pass and a girl thinks you've moved on.”
“No I haven’t forgotten you Trixie. After all the last time we were in the ring together you took something that belonged to me… Or did you forget?!” Emery smiles as she points at her own bottoms.
“I watched the tape of your match with Victoria Smith. You took my bottoms because your lady bits were cold. You also made mention to a Mrs. Emery Decker or perhaps you forgotten…” She smiles as she draws closer to the Flint native. “So I see you are beating up jobbers nowadays. Why don’t you give me that rematch that I deserve. I believe we should have another playdate.”
Trixie blinks. She had, in fact, forgotten about taking Emery's trunks after the match with Victoria. She did remember learning afterward that Emery had rubbed her naked nether parts across Trixis's face while she was unconscious. And while Trixie had made an “Emery Decker” comment it was blatantly less hopeful and more mocking Emery's obsession with her.
Although apparently not to Emery.
“Yes, that's fine,” Trixie says. “I will happily fight you again. Tell me the match type. Hardcore. Catfight. Naked and oiled while bouncing in a bouncy house, loser spends an hour face down in the winner's lap, working jaw muscles. I don't know what you want but I will fight you.” Trixie tries to keep stalling the rich girl, hoping Crystal's using the time to leave the ring. “Or, a date. I could take you on a date. Or both. A date match.” She shrugs. “Emery, what is it you want? You've called me Your Trixie, but if I touch you you flip out. I really don't know how to read you.”
“What I really want is to embarrass you in the same matter that you did to me. You should remember it quite well. You insulted me in front of a hot crowd, you stripped me naked and you think I wasn’t going to strike back?! This has been about two years of built up emotions and anger, and I will get even…”
Emery smiles as she stands face to face with Trixie. “Instead of wrestling worthless jobbers why don’t you fight me next. Pick up right where we left off so I could finally emerge victorious and disinfect you from the likes of Fawn. A person such as you is in dire need of a wet wipe. You need to be cleansed. Just look at you…”
Emery turns her nose up making a disgusted expression.
“Absolutely disgusting but then again that is what I have come to expect of a woman from Flint Michigan…”
The crowd unleashes a stream of boos so loud and angry one would think Emery just choked out a disabled kitten. Trixie, however, merely cocks an eyebrow. For most of her life she's heard all the insults about her poverty stricken home and it's hard to really be upset. If anything, Trixie's beginning to realize just how far down the rabbit hole of hate and obsession Emery fell.
“Getting humiliated is part of FAWN. I'm not still angry at Bunny or Victoria. They beat me. What happened, happened. And,” Trixie raises a cautious finger, “I REALLY don't think Alia would appreciate being referred to as a jobber.”
Decker inches forward until she's in Emery's face, just close enough not to be touching the woman with her own body but so Emery can feel Trixie's breath on her. “But I'll give you your fight. Tell me when and where. Hell, you wanna do this right now?” Trixie makes a sweeping gesture to the ring. “We'll go now. I'll let you set the rules. A FAWN ref can be here in no time, darling.”
If Trixie had better self control, this is where it would end. But she is Trixie Decker, one of the mouthiest women in FAWN. She smiles at Emery. “But let's be honest. If I'd let you off so easily after we fought, you wouldn't have such a crush on me.” She bats her eyelashes. “A girl's gotta play hard to get, right?”
“If you say so but since you had the support of the fans when you were humiliating me I figured I would have some support of my own. Just to make sure you wouldn’t get out of this one… Oh Cecily….”
Emery called out and as she did a figure could be seen jumping over the barricade and entering into the ring from behind Trixie. Emery smiled as her sister and her had Jinx surrounded.”
CECILY COLERIDGE:
Emery smiled as she whispered back. “I think you know what happens next… Any last words before you cry like a little bitch in front of the crowd?!”
Trixie side-eyes Cecily. “She's cute.” Trixie looks back to Emery. “I mean, you obviously got all of the boobs in the family. But just remember, jumping me only proves you have to have help beating me. And if I'm gonna get jumped--” Trixie grabs hold of Emery's wrists and yanks her into an embrace. Pressing Emery's body tight to her own, the Jinx wraps her arms around the socialite's torso and gives her a long, deep, passionate kiss.
Fans cheer as Trixie twirls the younger of the sisters so her back is to her shocked sister. Trixie's hands drape down, caressing Emery's ass, before gliding to the front and stroking between her thighs. Decker pulls back, a long strand of spit slapping from her lips to Emery's. “Then I'm gonna earn it.” Trixie raises a boot to Emery's gut and shoves her backwards into Cecily. As the Coleridge's collide and stumble back, Trixie grabs hold of Crystal and rolls her towards the lip of the ring. “Sorry, Hilton, but I don't trust these two to leave you alone,” Trixie grunts as she tries to push the starlet to safety.
Hilton gets pushed out of the ring and the two siblings look at one another as the both double clothes line Trixie to the ground. They stomp her out a bit Before Cecily yanks her up placing Trixie into a full nelson. Emery smiles before she delivers a hard slap to the face of Trixie. She grabs Jinx by the hair and delivers her Coleridge Cutter (Running KRO) laying Trixie out before Emery slowly looks at the audience.
“I do believe it’s time for a Bitch Nap! Nighty nite!” Emery yells out as she wraps her curvy legs around Trixie’s neck. Emery places her hand over Trixie’s mouth and nose as she uses her free hand to yank on Trixie’s hair. “Tap for me or pass out… Really it’s your choice!”
Crystal slides back in but Cecily kicks her in the gut forcing her to double over. She lifts her up and power bombs her on top of Trixie. Cecily pulls her off by the ankles as she forms a crotch claw and begins to claw Crystal’s most sacred area. The Hollywood starlet is screaming loud as she taps out furiously on the mat. “Someone make it stop!!!!!!!!!”
Trixie bucks at Emery's leggy prison as she watches Crystal mewl and writhe in Cecily's grip. If she were fresh, she might be able to power out of this hold but she's not. Even though she came out the winner, Trixie is low on energy. She knows she has friends in the back but it takes a while to get to the arena from the bowels of the center. The look of pain on Crystal's face makes Trixie burn with rage but she knows she can do little about it.
Decker pulls at Emery's thighs with no luck. She manages to take hold of Coleridge's hand and pull the hand from her mouth. “Emery,” Trixie gasps. “You want me, that's fine but you two leave Crystal alone.” Trixie winces as Emery tightens her legs. “We both know you'd rather see me awake and begging than be put out.” Trixie manages to pull at Emery's legs just enough to allow a tiny amount of breathing room. “Let Crystal leave the ring and I will get down on my hands and knees and beg like you want. I'll even make sure you get to do whatever you want. Just leave this between us.”
The sisters exchange glances while Crystal shrieks in pain. “And don't give me that 'You'll release her after,'” Trixie cuts in, swallowing hard. “We all know you won't. Emery, if you want to live out your little fantasy, this is your chance.”
Emery however is the one barking the orders as she places her hand over Trixie’s nose nasal and mouth airways as she covers them both. “Pass out or submit it’s your choice. I can’t help if my sister has found herself a new play thing…”
Cecily grins as she keeps up her crotch claw. Crystal in tears as she can only take it. As much as she wants to fight back she is in no position to do so. Emery grins as she looks at Trixie. “She already gave up but it’s all on you Trixie. All you have to do is give into me and all of this can be over!” Emery squeezes harder than before as she yanks even harder on her hair.
Fury finally takes Trixie. Her face flushes red as watches Crystal shriek. In her history in FAWN Crystal Hilton had been a bully on her own and pretty merciless. But it was one thing to see someone suffer for their own crimes. It was another to see her suffer because of Emery's obsession on her. Not helping was the cries of the fans, chanting, “Fight back! Fight back!” Trixie, for the first time in FAWN, felt something close to shame and heartbreak.
Decker breathes in deep as she taps on Emery's leg. “I surrender – this fight and myself.” The fans, seeing this, are as heartbroken but get why. “Just, please. Stop hurting Crystal.” Trixie is all too aware, most likely, this won't spare Hilton but she has to try. Decker doesn't have much of a moral compass but sometimes it does manage to find north. “Please, both of you. Leave her. Take me.”
Emery however is the one barking the orders as she places her hand over Trixie’s nose nasal and mouth airways as she covers them both. “Pass out or submit it’s your choice. I can’t help if my sister has found herself a new play thing…”
Cecily grins as she keeps up her crotch claw. Crystal in tears as she can only take it. As much as she wants to fight back she is in no position to do so. Emery grins as she looks at Trixie. “She already gave up. All you have to do is give into me and all of this can be over!” Emery squeezes harder than before as she yanks even harder on her hair. “Now all I want for you is to tap… Do that and all of this is over!
It's become obvious to Trixie that there's no talking her way out of this. Words mean nothing to either of these women and she's only postponing the inevitable and prolonging Crystal's pain. These two need to see the gesture to feel like Emery's finally won something. So, Trixie gives in.
Decker taps furiously against the mat. When that doesn't remove her leggy prison from her neck, She taps gently, and slowly, against Emery's leg.
The moment that Trixie taps out is the moment that Emery is all smiles. She breaks her hold as she lifts herself up so that she is sitting down on top of Trixie. “I am happy that you know your place but I do not like being TOUCHED especially by you… And you shall pay…”
Emery grins as she pulls her panties down as she moves her body up more lowering herself right over Trixie’s face. “Hope you enjoy the ride because I know I will…” With that Emery grinds herself across Trixie’s face as she bounces up and down.
Trixie stares up, confused. The bouncing is… uncomfortable, but not humiliating in the least. Most of these moments in FAWN's history had an air of sexuality to them, a bit of dominance. Emery is riding her like a bouncy pony toy. Trixie wonders… is… is Emery a virgin? Has she never really done this in a private, passionate moment – much less as a way to end someone in a match?
Trixie debates on just waiting for the eventual smother but it bothers her. And, honestly… Emery is every cute. Crazy and more than likely to turn someone she's obsessed with into a skin mask and wear them everywhere, but cute. In other circumstances, she'd be a mistake Trixie would try to make. Trixie pauses that thought.
Why not make the mistake now? A voice in her head asks. Why not indeed. Trixie opens her mouth, licks her lips, and leans up into Emery's womanhood as it comes down at her mouth. What Trixie does next, no one can see from how Emery is sitting against her face. It is not the first time a woman has been gratified in this manner in a FAWN ring, of course, but perhaps the first time the defeated has done so without provocation and coercion from the woman who defeated her. And while there are many things in life that can be written off as opinion instead of fact, one thing Trixie knew as a damned fact: she knows how to use her mouth.
What happens in return however is Emery seems disgusted, she quickly rises up as she slides her bottoms up. She stares down at Trixie as she grimaces at her. “You disgusting bitch! You dare make a mockery out of me?!” Emery gets upset as she yanks Trixie up by the hair and whips her into the corner. She wraps Trixie’s leg in the ropes as she backs up grinning. “You should have known better.” With that she runs and delivers a vicious soccer kick right into Jinx’s sacred area.
Trixie takes the kick, her hole body burning in pain. “No matter what I do,” she blurts, “there's no right answer, is there? You'll hurt Crystal no matter what. You'll attack me no matter what. You seem to want me but you're repulsed by my touch.” Trixie does something few in her position would do. She laughs. Long and hard. “Is it just a life of having everything handed to you that has you so messed up? Or is it that I was willing to give something to you when you hoped to take it?”
“SHUT UP!” She smiles moving her hands through Trixie’s hair. “What I want more than anything is to beat you where it hurts, right here in the middle of this ring. I’ll leave your new found friend alone. You are the only thing I want and I’ll be waiting.” Emery smiles as she slaps Trixie’s face a bit.
“I can’t wait to play with you but I prefer it to be when you haven’t touched a worthless jobber.” Emery snaps her fingers and the moment she does she is handed a wet wipe. She looks at it before wiping it across Trixie’s face.
“So disgusting.
“Don't be so hard on yourself,” Trixie says as Emery wipes. Her eyes dart down towards Emery's crotch. “I thought your hygiene was impeccable. Delightful flavor, too. My compliments to the chef.” Trixie slowly unhooks herself from the cables. Her body's aching from the match and Emery's attempt to squeeze her like a toothpaste tube. “Tell me when and where and what kind of fight, Princess. I'll be there.”
“Next big event… You and I right here in this ring. It will be the night where I get my first win in all of FAWN. Come on Cecily.” With that the older sister nods her head as the two women leave Trixie. They walk down the aisle as they keep their eyes locked back on Trixie.
Trixie blows a kiss to Emery. “See you then, Sweet-Beet! Bring your sister, too! I always want a threesome with the human embodiment of cyanide!” Trixie turns back to Crystal, who's down on the mat. Trixie rushes to her, lifting her head. “Crystal! Oh, God! I'm so sorry, Crystal!” Trixie cradles the woman's head against her breast. “I lied, I really lied.” Trixie shakes her head. “Emery really doesn't taste that delightful. Kinda bitter, y'know. Like red vines soaked in rubbing alcohol.”
Trixie's face gets serious. “I'm sorry they attacked you because of me. Is there anything I can do? Do you need me to take you to the medical station? Or… or…” Trixie shrugs. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Crystal however isn’t trying to hear that as she looks at Trixie and pushes her aside. She gathers her belongings as she keeps her eyes fixated on the girl from Flint. “I don’t need anything from you. Next time we meet in this ring. I will even up the score. For now take your W and you will be seeing me again sooner than later. Mark my words on that.” With that she takes the walk of shame leaving Trixie alone in the ring.
Trixie leans on the cables and watches Crystal storm from the ring. “Hey, Crystal!” The FAWN vet stops and glares back at Trixie, who yells again, “Your butt always shake that cute or just when you lose to someone you like?” Trixie winks as Crystal turns and bolts back towards the entrance.
Trixie inhales deeply. “Yeah… yeah, I'm great at making friends.”