Post by bigfan on Dec 4, 2016 7:41:24 GMT
The CNP crowd had barely settled its collective heartbeat when a distinctly feminine scream tore through the arena’s sound system. Even before that shriek faded, the harsh chords of Avenged Sevenfold's ‘Scream’ filled the void, a development met with raucous approval. For, in time with the start of the lyrics, Hailey Kennedy-- the Ultimate Weapon and unquestioned Queen of the Front Sleeper, brushed through the curtain.
SCREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
HAILEY KENNEDY:
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN EURASIAN CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is the Juggernaut and FAWN’S ‘Ultimate Weapon’, this is… HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Delighted to finally cheer the Welsh Wonder Woman now that she’d turned her talents to more dubious targets, those assembled got even louder as the buxom Brit placed her hands on her hips and rolled her shoulders ever so slightly. No question, Kennedy had the advantage in firepower, not to mention height, weight and power. The more sympathetic element in attendance might’ve felt bad for the champion if she hadn’t been an insufferable brat since ’Mania. Patently aware of those 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top, Kennedy sauntered down the aisle, the curvaceous killer exuding complete confidence with every step. As she made her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle came to appreciate that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stopped in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continued...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascended the steps, slipped through the ropes and into the ring. She then headed to a corner on the far side and climbed to the second rope. Staring out at the sea of faces, Kennedy hooked her thumbs into her waistband and told ‘em, “Amara calls herself an Empress. Know what I call her?” She raised a hand, trailed a nonsense pattern over her cleavage and flicked an invisible mist toward the nearest camera. “A chest warmer.”
With the Ultimate Weapon primed and ready to blow up the champ to claim gold, ‘Exotic’ by Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull hit the speakers. The FAWNatics turned as one, ready to perhaps give the new Eurasian titleholder her due, happy the belt has been wrested from the Asian Invasion and will now be defended on American soil on a regular basis.
EXOTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU
AMARA SINGH:
For this alone, the assembled seemed ready to cut the Indian belt-wearer a break. But when the curtains drew apart, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals, Orlando’s unwashed promptly remembered how much they despised the champion.
The behemoths bore an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell laid and the assembled let loose with a cascade of abuse, seemingly every person making their disdain well known. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance was hauled toward the ring, the FAWNatics batter her with boos even as she’s carried by her consorts.
The copper-skinned beauty with the gold around her waist writhed on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never left the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The Announcer sputtered to life, heralding the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"And her opponent, hailing from Cawnpore, India, she stands five feet sic inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty three pounds. She is the Bollywood Bombshell, the Golden Empress and the FAWN Eurasian Champion… THIS IS AMARA SINGH!”
The spectacle ground to a halt, having reached its destination. The men lowered the ornate bed so it was even with the apron and Singh gracefully slid from bedside to ringside. The champ faced the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull. Singh shrugging off a sparkling gold robe to reveal the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease drew a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She turned and moved through the ropes, keeping a watchful eye on the bountiful Brit.
Amara was clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fell down to just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh did one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage. She unbuckled her belt and raises it high, beaming at Hailey.
“There’s only one Empire,” Amara assured, “and that’s wherever the Empress places her feet.”
Singh whirled and strpde to her corner where she handed her prize over to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping.
The bell sounded shortly thereafter and Amara came out of her corner at once, quite the surprise to the FAWNatics as she was facing quite possibly the most dangerous practitioner of the Front Sleeper in the last two decades. Kennedy was out just as fast and she actually picked up the pace a bit when she realized Singh wasn’t looking to cower against the buckles. The yards became inches in a matter of moments, champion and challenger separated by nothing more than a deep breath. Remarkably unfazed in the presence of a former World Champion, the Golden Empress said, “They call you the Ultimate Weapon, but a weapon is only as good as the woman who wields it and you have been adrift ever since the dissolution of your precious Empire.”
Hailey arched an eyebrow and smirked. “The trail of broken, smothered bodies in my wake says otherwise, sweetie.”
Amara remained nonplussed. “Trivial victims and meaningless wins, nothing more. Would you like to return to your former relevance, Hailey Kennedy? Would you like to be the monster you were before Emily West and her legions laid you low? All you have to do is swear fealty to the reign of the Golden Empress. Offer yourself to me for a three count and I’ll make sure--”
Kennedy surged forward, a brazen chest bump that rocked Singh back a good three or four steps. “I’m done being anyone’s weapon.” the curvaceous Briton noted over the roars of the crowd. “Now I destroy who I want, where I want, when I want. And right now I want to destroy you, Little Ms. Empress. Leaving your tears on my tits should do wonders for my relevance, don’t you--”
The sold-out crowd winced in sympathetic agony as Amara reared back and CRAAACKED an Knife-Edge Chop across the hulking curves of her foe’s décolletage. But that sympathy turned to surprise and then pleasure when Kennedy’s scowl faded into an amused grin. “That all you got, luv?” she taunted the surprised champ. “Go ahead and give it another go, I’m sure you can hit har--”
Singh tagged her with another shot, this one an overhand SLAP to Kennedy’s left breast. The bright pink welt spoke to the force behind the blow, but you’d never know it from Hailey’s reaction, as she simply rolled her eyes and snorted. “How did you ever beat Reiko, let alone Sayuki? I’ve taken harder chops from Juliet Bloodwind and she’s practically a scarecrow.”
‘Scarecrow’ was still on her lips when Amara flicked out her right hand and CRAAACKED the Juggernaut across the cheek with a spiteful Bytch Slap. “Careful of your tone, peasant.” the Indian battler hissed. “For the ire of an Empress is a terrible thing, once wakenNNNGGGHHHH!”
Kennedy spiked Amara’s taut tummy with a Toe Kick, then brought her right forearm up, over and down to THWHAP like a tire-iron across the champ’s shoulders. Amara was dropped to all fours but rose to her knees almost immediately. “You won’t live to regret the choices you’ve made today, peasaOOOFFFFHHH!”
Clearly in no mood for Singh’s threats, Hailey grabbed a double handful of hair, jerked the brunette forward and caught her across the side of the face with a short, sassy Hip Check that knocked the Eurasian Champ sprawling. Stunned and angry in equal measure, Amara scrambled to her feet and pounced on the buxom Brit with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Simple forward momentum allowed Singh to bully her foe several steps closer to the nearest corner, alas her progress came to a grinding halt the moment Hailey dug in her heels and pushed back. “Your punishment increases with each new show of resistance.” Amara growled through clenched teeth. “If you will not be my weapon, you will be my throne. But before that you’re going to be my bytWHOAAH UUNNNGGHHH!”
Kennedy laced her hands across the base of the champ’s neck, took a giant step backward and slung Amara more than halfway across the squared circle with a Beal Toss! Singh landed flat on her back with a resounding THWHAM that had the first several rows shivering as hard as the canvas itself. Give the Bollywood Bombshell credit though, she rolled to her side at once and was back on her feet not long after.
“That’s the last time you’re going to put a rough hand on me you OOFFFFHHHH!”
Amara was interrupted yet again, this time when Kennedy rushed in and drove a shoulder deep into the pit of her stomach. Far from a simple Spear, the former Cornerstone of the Empire wrapped her arms around Singh’s thighs, hoisted her up like a sack of laundry and charged all the way to the corner, where she BWUNNGED the brunette against the turnbuckles. Arms thrown over the top rope to maintain some semblance of verticality, Singh slipped a foot between the bottom and middle ropes, then huffed, “Ropes! I’m in the ropes, get this peasant away from NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
On a mission to show Singh just how much she disliked the ‘p-word’, the Ultimate Weapon grabbed the middle rope in both hands, reared back and THWHUMPED her shoulder into Amara’s midsection half a dozen times before Craig strode over and swatted her on the back. “All right that’s enough of that, Hailey. Get her out of the corner.”
Hailey paused the shelling, but didn’t let go of the ropes. “I believe I have a count to work with, Mr. Man.” Long was in the midst of answering when she resumed her tummy trashing tactic.
Warning given, the zebra went straight into his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Hailey straightened up, raised her arms and stepped away without so much as a smirk. Satisfied with the clean (albeit delayed) break, Craig turned his attention to Singh, who was sucking wind like someone who’d just climbed a very steep hill. “You doing ok, Amara?”
She regarded him balefully. “I’d be doing much better if I’d been graced with the presence of a competent offiNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Kennedy came in low, pushed off her back foot and damned near folded the champ in half with a brutally truncated Spear. To make matters worse, the Englishwoman wrapped both arms around her prey’s waist and prized her away from the safety of the corner! Amara thought Bear Hug and went to push at the challenger’s biceps but Kennedy had more immediate results in mind. Sinking into a deep crouch, she popped her hips and slung the brunette up, over and DOWN onto her back courtesy of a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
Amara wailed and arched her back, the only reaction that seemed to ease the pain even a tiny bit. Unfortunately it left her abdomen dangerously exposed, as she and everyone else discovered when Kennedy ran the ropes, hopped and THWHUMPED down across that bronzed bridge. The Ultimate Weapon’s tribute to the Ultimate Warrior left Amara prone and gaping, easy pickings when the Briton hooked her far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Singh wrested her leg loose and turned onto her side, back pointing at the challenger. Hailey rocked back on her haunches and ran a hand through her hair. “So I was supposed to lay down for you? Not a chance, luv. The way this is going I’ll be laying down ON you sooner than later.” Amara had no answer for that presently, so Kennedy helped herself to some hair and hauled the champ to a seat. Sidled in behind her, Hailey snuggled in close and wrapped her legs around the Empress’s roiling gut.
“Tap out whenever you’re ready, ‘mara.” the challenger chided as she put her hands against the mat and pushed up to add even more pressure to the Bodyscissors. “Or pass out, it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. Just don’t bore me, otherwise you’ll spend some time on the Rack… and I can already tell you’re not strong enough to survive that.”
Singh, quieted to guttural grunts and groans by Hailey’s cinching stems, pressed pointlessly against Kennedy’s inner thighs. The champ’s effort to pry her way loose elicited a giggle from the Brit, as if Singh’s endeavor was nothing more than a tickle to the Ultimate Weapon .
Frustrated, Amara shook and shimmied and only got more breathless for her battling, Kennedy’s Scissors wringing her from necessary oxygen. Finally, she raked both sets of nails into Hailey’s powerful gams. The shriek from the Welshwoman offered a glimmer of hope with the slight loosening of her tanned gams. Another ten welt lines blossomed with another dual rake of Kennedy’s glossy thighs. Hailey’s legs popped open like they’re on a spring, the limbs feeling as if they’re on fire.
Amara breathlessly rolled away from her challenger, trying to create some space between. On her back, Singh propped up on her elbows, the exotic Indian panting and wincing as she rubbed at the mottled skin over her ribs.
Her head drooping, Singh didn’t notice a steamed Hailey crawling on all fours to her legs. Kennedy wrapped her palms around Amara’s ankles.
“PEAS…UHHH”
The words of the Empress stammered to a halt when a rising Hailey spread the copper-skinned stems of the champion wide and lifted a boot, letting it hover over Singh’s crotch.
“You were saying?” Kennedy questioned.
Amara pressed open overturned palms at the curvy Brit.
“Nothing…NOTHING,” shouted Singh.
But Hailey, apparently unhappy with the scrapes running down her inner thighs, proved she still had a mean streak to go with her hard-won FAWNatic-favored status, stomping down on Amara’s kitty.
Singh shot to a seated position, Amara’s hands buried in her crotch as soon as Hailey pulled her boot away. The Empress, reduced to whimpers, as she kneaded at the lightning strikes of pain emerging from her undercarriage, swore under her breath, having learned a lesson not to use one of her favorite disparaging monikers around the Welshwoman.
Scooting on her butt toward the corner behind her as Hailey accepted the accolades of the delighted crowd, the Bollywood Bombshell held up a plaintive hand when the busty Brit directed her hazel eyes in the Indian’s direction. Amara’s back bumped up against the buckle behind her and Hailey snatched the wrist of her foe’s outstretched hand, yanking the Eurasian champ up with ease.
But as she did, Amara’s free hand flashed to Hailey’s peepers, slashing across the eyes viciously. A yelping Kennedy staggered away blindly, right arm extended in front of her while her left hand scrubbed at her eyes.
In no condition to follow up, at least immediately, Singh leaned heavily against the ropes, trying to take the hitch out of her giddy-up as the ache from her undercarriage slowly lessened enough for her to get mobile.
The champ limped after Hailey, hands joined and raised in a Double Axhandle aimed between the Brit’s shoulderblades. But fate had a different idea when the still sightless Hailey turns toward the approaching Singh and got NAILED in her bountiful bosom with the blow.
The impact set the former World Champion back a couple steps, but Amara seemed shaken by how little Kennedy moved. Singh loaded another and SMECKED the Axhandle into Kennedy’s chest, again buffeting Hailey’s fiercest weapons but only moving her a few feet in arears. Deciding to aim higher, Amara DROVE her third try between Kennedy’s blinking, bleary eyes and took the Ultimate Weapon off her feet. Hailey was sent rocketing to the deck, the back of her noggin THUNKING against the thinly-covered plywood.
As Kennedy’s arms cradled underneath the back of her skull, her boot soles tapping a staccato burst on the mat, a relieved Amara nodded to the groaning audience.
“All of you…AND HER…not just peasants…MY PEASANTS!”
Catching Hailey as she tried to rise, Singh delivered a boot to the cleft of Kennedy’s breasts, flattening her to horizontal. But Hailey, showing her Welsh fighting spirit, grabbed Amara around the ankle with both palms when Singh tried to grind her leather into the tender tissue beneath and shoved, sending Singh lurching away, the Indian still showing signs of life after a low blow.
Amara caught herself in the ropes before she fell. She turned toward the pneumatic Brit, scowling as Hailey grabbed first the middle ropes with both hands, pulling her way up in stages, then snatching the top cables. Before the Ultimate Weapon got completely untangled, Amara charged, racing with right forearm cocked.
The Empress threw and missed when Hailey ducked under. Kennedy managed to grab a copper-skinned lower limb and heaved Singh over the ropes, but the Indian beauty landed on the apron with a grip on the strands. A spinning Hailey found Amara’s cupped hands behind her neck in a flash and, when the champ dives to the floor, Kennedy was hotshotted halfway across the ring, grasping at her throat and gagging.
Outside, Amara looked more her imperial self, pointing at her temple and grinning.
“This is why I will rule Eurasia until I decide it is time for an Empress to rule the World,” Singh announced, the crowd loudly arguing otherwise.
Singh walked confidently to the steps and took the easy way up and in, Hailey still rubbing at her reddened neck as Singh approached from out of the Brit’s line of sight. Leaping when in range, Amara flew into a Spinning Heel Kick to the base of the curvy blonde’s spine, Hailey rocked forward, floundering into the ropes.
Amara rose and pushed her in deeper, rebounding out and sending Kennedy into a bouncy sprint across the canvas. Singh followed to center stage and when Hailey barreled into the cables and u-tureds back to the waiting Amara, Singh dipped, then scooped her bigger foe off the canvas in one fluid motion, and used the Ultimate Weapon’s momentum to launch her momentarily onto a shoulder, heels over head AND DOWN. Amara Power Slammed the buxom blonde to the deck, the crowd letting loose with a simultaneous “OHHH” of alarm and excitement.
Singh climbed atop her challenger in a Crossbody pin and earned…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Hailey shoved the Bollywood Bombshell off, Amara ending on her haunches, dark eyes wide, her ordinance not yet big enough to blow up the Weapon for good.
But the Golden Empress hadn’t rebuked an Invasion only to falter against the obsolete arsenal of a dismantled Empire. Dark eyes tossing sparks, Amara scrambled up and hurried over to Kennedy, who’d risen to all fours. Filling her fingers with the Briton’s long locks, Singh hauled Kennedy to her knees and halved the grip just so she could CRAAACK a stinging slap across the challenger’s cheek. “You may have been the crown jewel once upon a time.” she sneered. “But now you’re nothing more than another shiny bauble awaiting her proper place in my trophy room.”
Hailey managed to growl ‘Bytch,’ before Amara pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees, thus THWHUNKING her foe’s forehead into the mat with a sawed-off Facebuster. Kennedy shuddered and started to roll onto her back, but Amara put a stop to that by pressing the Englishwoman’s face into the rough canvas. To make matters worse, Singh leaned in and proceeded to draaaaaaag Hailey’s features back and forth as hard as she could!
Grimacing along with the rest of the fans in the wake of this merciless scrubbing, Craig held his tongue for a few seconds to see if the champion would end the abuse of her own accord. When she didn’t, he stepped in and tapped her on the shoulder. “That’s enough, Amara. Get her off the mat.”
Amara paused without releasing Kennedy’s hair. Turning an imperious gaze to the official, she sniped, “Where’s my five count, peasant?”
Long did as bade, barking out a quick ‘FOUR!’ count that still lasted far too long for Hailey’s liking. Of course it was much to quick for Singh’s taste and she let the ref know of her displeasure by presenting him the back of her hand as soon as she’d regained her feet. The ref scuttled away like a good little urchin, leaving Amara alone with the grounded challenger. Hands on her hips, the brunette slid one boot toward Kennedy’s abraded mug. “My feet need tending, peasant.” Singh taunted. “A kiss. Now.” she tapped the blonde’s cheek with her toe to emphasize the demand.
Kennedy raised a hand and slapped the champion’s ankle hard enough to rock Amara back a step. “Poor choice, peasant.” Singh closed in, raised a crooked elbow overhead and promptly dropped down across the base of the blonde’s skull! Hailey cursed and again tried to roll, but the Bollywood Bombshell pushed to one knee and slid her other shin across the back of her prey’s neck. “If you won’t kiss my boot, you’ll kiss the canvas.” Amara chided the flailing, squirming fighter. “Go ahead, Kennedy! Pucker up and worship the arena of your Empress!”
Hailey did no such thing, instead devoting her efforts to struggling free of the domineering champion. Try as she might, Hailey remained prone and suffering until the referee ended Amara’s punishment with another stern count. “Fine, FINE!” Singh snapped as she got to her feet. “There’s more than one way for a peasant to pay proper tribute to her betters!”
Long offered no comment to this, so Amara cupped her hands over Hailey’s ears and peeled her off the mat. From there she switched over to stiff Side Headlock and marched Kennedy over to the strands, all while making sure the Brit’s cheek was pressed snug against the swell of her chest. “Step through the ropes, Kennedy.” Amara demanded after transitioning into a Front Facelock. “I said THROUGH THE ROPES!” The Indian stunner snatched hold of Hailey’s pink waistband and YANKED up and to the side!
Tawdry though it was, the wedgie provided the necessary incentive and the wailing battler gingerly stepped through the ropes to the apron. Giggling at the sight of the Briton’s bouncing buns, Amara turned in a quarter circle, then grabbed Kennedy’s biceps and straightened her up and draped both arms over the top rope. “These are supposed to impress me?” Singh smacked at the challenger’s tits like a cat toying with a mouse. “These are supposed to threaten my reign? I don’t see weapons, Kennedy. I see targets!” Amara applied her claws in time with this proclamation, the Golden Empress kneading and twisting like she was working a pair of oversized stress balls.
The FAWNatics groaned and urged Long to stop the punishment, Kennedy however only grimaced and shook her head. Upper lip pulled back in a defiant snarl, Hailey flipped hair off her face and barked, “This is what passes for a champion now, Singh? I’m going to enjoy crushing your face between my UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Abandoning the Breast Claws before the referee could start that damnable count, Amara turned her right shoulder toward the Englishwoman and THWHAPPED her chin with three unanswered European Uppercuts! “C’mon Amara, get it out of the ropes!” Long demanded during the pugilistic barrage. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
Singh stopped, looked his way and smirked. “If I made you do anything, you’d KNOW it, peasant.” With that she turned around and ran to the opposite side of the squared circle. Racing back on a growing tide of jeers, Amara took to the skies and THWHUMPED both heels into the Briton’s breasts with a heavy Front Dropkick. The resultant jolt popped Hailey’s arms free of the rubber-coated steel and she slopped over the middle rope in a somersault to land on her back. She was still trying to get air back into her lungs when Singh laid claim to the blonde’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring.
Once the Euro Trash was clear of the saving strands, Amara planted a foot on either side of Kennedy’s shoulders before dropping to a seat, the fork of her crotch pressed tight to Hailey’s chin. It was a lazy, arrogant pin, yet that didn’t stop Singh from spreading her arms wide and grinning ear to ear while Craig counted off….
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Buxom Battler repaid an earlier indignity with cringe-inducing interest when she hooked Amara’s briefs on both sides and jerked them up to break the cover with half a second to spare. “TAWDRY COW!” Amara roared as she hurried away to adjust her distended togs in peace. “You’ll suffer dearly for that!”
Never one to tarry when it came to carrying out a threat, Singh made her way back to the challenger, buried both hands in Kennedy’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. A heavy Kneelift to the gut followed by a quick Wristlock made the perfect segue for the Irish Whip that sent the former World Champion barreling into a corner on the far side of the ring. Amara watched her progress from a distance and was mildly irritated when Kennedy managed to turn around at the last second, thus saving her bounty from a most unpleasant impact.
“Struggle all you like, peasant.” the bronzed beauty muttered under her breath. “I’d rather crush those disgusting sacks myself anyway.”
She dipped into a crouch and exploded forward, Amara picking up some serious speed in the half dozen strides she took en route to hopping up and landing with both feet on the challenger’s thighs. Dropping down and back even before she’d fully laced her hands behind Hailey’s head, Singh would’ve hurled her blonde back to mid-ring with the Monkey Flip if the Ultimate Weapon hadn’t grabbed her by the hips and dropped into a very deep crouch. Momentarily astounded by the power her foe brought to bear, Singh got her head back in the game when Kennedy straightened up and deftly slipped her arms between the Eurasian Champ’s thighs.
Eyes already wide, Amara’s peepers got downright saucer-like once Hailey wrapped both arms around her waist and stomped out of the corner. “ Singh shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ as if that was all it would take to prevent what was coming. Alas, that was not the case, as she and the rest of the crowd discovered when Kennedy pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to her tush to THA-WHAM the Bollywood Bombshell into the mat with a thunderous Sit-Out Powerbomb!
Blasted by the blonde, the demolished Empress spread out in a groaning starfish between the extended legs of the challenger. Hailey leaned forward and pushed her palms into the pits of Singh’s knees, folding the Eurasian champion in a Jackknife Pin for...
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Amara shoved a shoulder up, rolling to her left, the gobsmacked Indian going from a sure thing a few moments before to an underdog, the Ultimate Weapon turning the match around in a way few could. However, the Welshwoman wasn’t exactly a house afire herself. Kennedy’s slow to roll off her derriere and crawl to a grasp of Singh’s ebony locks. Hailey slipped to her right side and tugged the reeling Amara between her legs, snapping the limbs shut around Singh’s ribcage from behind. Hailey clamped the Body Scissors tight and applied the pressure with her powerful stems, drawing a loud chirp of pain from the Golden Empress.
“It might be time to realize,” Hailey hissed, not letting up on her Scissors for a moment, “the remnants of a real Empire are more powerful than your feeble fake.”
A wincing Singh pried uselessly at Hailey’s thighs then beat on them instead, at least until Kennedy slips an arm around the throat of the champion and pulled her back in a Dragon Sleeper-like arch. Hailey’s arms slithered around the Indian beauty’s braincase as Kennedy cinched them tight around Singh’s carotid and one of her temples.
Immediately, Amara’s right arm thrust into the air and waggled like a reed in the wind, her dark eyes growing progressively clouded.
“Leggo,” Singh slurred, the words more a hopeful request than a demand.
On the edge of no return, her body increasingly unresponsive, her sight increasingly filled with pinpricks of white, Amara managed to get her feet on the canvas and push, rolling Hailey into a ball behind her, most importantly with her shoulders firmly planted on the canvas for...
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TWO…
Hailey released her Scissors and rolled out of trouble. She skipped to her feet, agile for a woman of her accentuated curves, and plucked a seated Singh up to her feet with a handful of hair.
The burning from her scalp drawing Amara back to life, Singh broke free of Kennedy’s grip and pirouetted into a wild Haymaker Kennedy ducked with ease. Ending behind the champ, Hailey dipped and swung an arm between the thighs of the Empress. Deftly, the Ultimate Weapon vaulted the smaller woman off the deck and strapped Singh down across her shoulders, Amara’s face and chest pointed to the rafters, the Indian grappler secured in a backbone-bending Torture Rack.
Well-versed in how to brutalize smaller foes, even if Singh was far from a feather, Hailey marched around the ring to the raucous delight of the FAWNatics, making every step one that bowed Singh’s vertebrae even more. Amara howled as she wriggled helplessly for an escape. Her hands searched for something to grab, but when Hailey forced her arms downward further, increasing the ungodly pressure on Singh’s back, Amara lost her concentration on flight and focused on survival.
“I don’t want to break you in half to take the gold,” Hailey assured, “but I’ll do it.”
“FUHH…AHHHH”
Amara’s retort was ended quickly. The buxom Brit dropped to her knees, sending a spine-rattling shockwave through Amara’s backbone. But the crowd really went nuts when Hailey rose to her feet with Amara still stuck in place, Singh whimpering and pleading for Hailey not to do it again. No such luck. THUMP!
“GAWWWD,” Singh screamed, Amara still in a sickening arch. “NOOO. NOOOO…”
The disbelief was not limited to the wailing champion when Hailey rose again with Amara stuck in the Rack. But when Kennedy reached vertical, she loosened her grip, maneuvering the writhing Singh so the exotic beauty was still locked in place across the busty blonde’s shoulders, but now with her back pointed toward the lights above.
With the Empress flipped but still glued in place by Kennedy’s bracketing limbs, Hailey spun, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Amara’s frame became a single file, a propeller in Hailey’s Airplane Spin. The champion yielded to the challenger’s power, Singh increasing in speed when finally Hailey tossed Amara off her shoulders. Singh continues on her own for a full revolution before gravity brought the copper-skinned beauty crashing to the deck.
The force of the face-first impact left a stunned and dizzied Amara motionless. After Kennedy gathered her balance, the busty blonde went straight to work, diving atop Singh, sandwiching the Indian to the mat and riding her hard. Limb by limb, Hailey tied herself to the champion with a taut Grapevine. And when Kennedy rolled to her back, she elevated Amara high in it, securing the mewling champion in her signature Stuck Up Bitch.
With nowhere to go, Amara swallowed hard when the official provided a way out. She offered neither a ‘yes’ or no’, her limbs pulsating in pain.
“GIVE IT UP,” Hailey demanded, but the stubborn champion outlasted Kennedy’s quaking limbs and the Brit was forced to toss her foe to the side after a dozen seconds. She rolled up to a knee and shook out her own weary limbs.
Meanwhile, the Empress was up to all fours, not presenting much in the way of royalty as she crawled toward the ropes, seeking a trip to the outside and sanctuary from the rampaging Kennedy. But as Amara reached the cables, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope, Hailey snatched an ankle of the Indian.
As Singh added a second grip so does the Welshwoman, hers on the opposite ankle and Hailey pulled Amara’s body out from the strands. The champion, hanging on for dear life, climbed the middle cable and then to the top, to remain in contact, until Hailey ripped her foe free and Amara SMASHED to the deck face and chest-first.
Singh flopped in a barrel roll to her back and immediately got sandwiched under a BIG splash by the Ultimate Weapon, Hailey compressing the Empress beneath her. Hailey passed on the Crossbody Pin, clearly with something else in mind.
The busty Brit, her enormous cleavage lowering threateningly, mounted Singh in a forward straddle and started to slither up the seemingly concussed Amara, the Queen of the Breast Smother about to take her throne, unleashing the mountainous mammaries on the face of the champ. As Singh’s head swung softly side to aside, Amara trying to find her way back to awareness, her dark eyes grew to saucers and UNDER SHE GOES, Hailey dropping her breasts atop her foe’s nose and lips, the frantic peepers of Singh poking out over the top. Kennedy started to swing her arms into place to bracket Amara’s noggin and force feed Singh until she slept away the rest of her title reign.
If the Brit’s hands HAD locked, FAWN would’ve crowned a new Eurasian Champion in under thirty seconds, as Amara was in no condition to escape the JMD Sleeper after the punishment she’d endured. But Hailey’s hands DIDN’T lock because Singh actually pushed her features deeper into that fulsome cleavage and sank her teeth into the challenger’s bust! Hissing in rage and pain even as she reared back on her haunches, Kennedy buried her hands in Amara’s hair, then spat an unprintable curse when the Empress went after her face with both claws.
Fighting blind in the most literal sense, Singh got one hand on Hailey’s chin and the other hooked into the hair near the nape of her neck. Pushing on the former while she pulled on the latter, the breathless brunette gnawed and struggled until Kennedy was forced to rise and thus drag the reeling champion along in her wake. Steadier now that she was upright, the Ultimate Weapon planted her feet and started pounding hateful punches into Singh’s ribs. “Guess I’ll have to knock your teeth down your throat before I UNNNGGGGHH!”
Amara doubled down on her own hair-hold. Pushed onto her tiptoes and abruptly dropped to her knees to slam the point of Haley’s chin into the crown of her skull with a Jawbreaker! Kennedy rocked back on her heels but didn’t go down, a show of resilience that would’ve disgusted the Empress to no end if she didn’t have a follow-up in mind. Rising so fast it made her head spin, Singh fought off the jug-induced vertigo long enough to charge and leap, all the better to drive her knees into that hated rack. Even more important, she clasped her hands behind the Welsh Wonder Woman’s neck and laid out on her back to once again THWHUMP those hulking hooters, this time with an Inverted Lungblower. And STILL Kennedy remained upright, the former World Champion stumbling backward with one hand pressed to her chin and the other arm angled protectively over her assaulted assets.
“You miserable peasant!” Singh hissed / shrieked when she scrambled up and realized Kennedy was still vertical. “You’ll SUFFER for defying me!”
With that she whipped around and charged into the ropes, the enraged Empress showing a surprising amount of speed for someone who’d just escaped a Near Smother Experience. Fully committed to humbling that which’d almost humbled her, Singh pulled back her right arm and whipped it forward to-- OOOOHHHHHHHHH! An explosion of noise from the crowd as Kennedy turned a shoulder to her foe, spread her arms wide and welcomed the champion into a tight scoop. The trap sprang a moment later when Hailey popped her hips in a smooth circle and THAWHAMMED the smaller wrestler into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a scintillating Power Slam! Kennedy didn’t even bounce up on impact, she simply stayed glued to the brunette’s chest and hooked the far leg to make it even harder to escape the count of…
POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIeiJw3SzHM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Singh twitched a shoulder off the canvas so late the ref had to wave a signal to the Timekeeper to make sure the bell didn’t sound. Eyes remarkably calm after coming *this close* to holding singles gold once again, Kennedy ran a hand across her décolletage and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto Amara’s gasping face. “Enjoy your last taste of fresh air, gutter-slut. Oxyen’s about to get real scarce.”
The Bollywood Bombshell had nothing to say to that, so Hailey helped herself to a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. From there it was a quick switch to a Wristlock and a giant step back to power the Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED Singh into the buckles spine-first. Amara’s knees buckled in shock, she almost certainly would’ve dropped to a seat if she hadn’t threw a desperate arm over the top rope. Elsewhere, Kennedy drew a bead on the flagging champion, then bounded to the opposite corner and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. Pushing off into a mid-air twist that set her down in a flat out run, Hailey crossed the ring in heartbeats and therefore ran smack into the sawed off, low-flying Dropkick Amara THWHAPPED into her knees!
Her face BWUUUNGED off the middle buckle, Hailey rocked back on her knees only to groan, then squeal, in distress when Amara planted a shin against the back of her head and shoved her face into the buckle. Grabbing hold of the top rope for leverage, Singh boosted herself all the way off the mat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, just using all her weight in an attempt to grind Kennedy’s nose from her face. “SCREAM PEASANT! SCREAM ADDORATION AND TERROR FOR YOUR EMPRESS!”
Hailey made quite a bit of noise, but none of it sounded like adoration, at least none that the champion could discern before the official started his count. In no mood to listen to the prattle of more peasants, Singh got dangerously close to disqualification by not hopping down until ‘FOUR!’ and nine-tenths! Free to breathe (at least for the moment, Kennedy pushed away from the hateful buckle and started to clamber to boot-leather only to find herself shoved through the gap between top and middle ropes.
“Get your bloated ass out of my ring!” Amara demanded as she too moved onto the apron, albeit from the opposite side of the corner. “You’re not welcome back until you’ve paid proper tribute.”
Quite willing to show her opponent how to pay this glorious toll, Singh reached over the corner, grabbed hold of Kennedy’s flaxen locks and hauled her up in a series of savage jerks. Granted far more freedom simply by virtue of her spot on the apron, Amara used the hair-hold to twist both women around, so that they were standing almost back to back, with the challenger’s head wrenched backward at an unpleasant angle. Now, a Hangman’s Neckbreaker was unpleasant right out of the box, so imagine how much worse it got when Amara dropped to a seat and BWUUUUNGED the back of Kennedy’s neck across the short length of exposed steel that connected the ring-post to the top turnbuckle!
GOLDEN TRIBUTE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGbIQxTnYM8
The crowd groaned as Kennedy found herself the first in FAWN to pay the Golden Tribute, the aftermath of which left her upright only because the impact left her slumped over the top rope, her arms dangling limply over that rubber-coated steel. Delighted by the awe and outright fear she’d sewn in her subjects, Singh slipped inside the squared circle, stomped over to Hailey and reeled her into a Front Facelock. “Now you may enter.” Singh teased as she draped the Englishwoman’s near arm across her shoulders. “Of course, the way may be far more treacherous than you expected, but that’s hardly my concern.”
Reaching over the strands with her free hand, Amara helped herself to the blonde’s waistband and lifted up while simultaneously stepping back. Rather than lift Kennedy over her head for a Suplex, she dragged her over the ropes until Hailey was suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. An impressive bridge to say the least, alas it came crashing down when Singh swept beneath her prey and laid out on flat to TWHUNK the challenger down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Whiplash Neckbreaker. Kennedy sat up for a second, then slumped over on one side, the buxom battler reduced to little more than sludgy pliability after the pair of murderous Neckbreakers.
WHIPLASH NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjzcslFthOs
Amara on the other hand seemed galvanized by her opponent’s suffering, as evidenced by how quickly she stood and laid claim to her opponent’s wrists. “You were unworthy for so long, it’s glorious to see you here and finally ready to honor your Empress!” A short drag deposited Hailey in the middle of the ring and left her facedown as the Golden Empress planted a foot on either side of her hips. Lips curled in a wicked smile, Singh settled into a crouch, grabbed Kennedy by the biceps and leaned back to drape the Briton’s arms over her thighs. Clutch almost secure, Amara reached for Hailey’s chin, then decided better of it. Keeping one hand cupped over the blonde’s jaw, Singh palmed her other hand against the back of Hailey’s head and wreeeeeeeeenched her neck while simultaneously leaaaaaaaaaaaning back on the Camel Clutch.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHK!” Kennedy wailed as the fire in her neck became a five alarm inferno. “PLEEAAAASE, STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPH!”
Amara bounced her buns into Kennedy’s lower back and pulled the blonde’s chin a little closer to her left shoulder. “NOT UNTIL YOU PAY TRIBUTE, PEASANT!” Singh bellowed. “DO IT NOW!”
“NNNNNGGGGGHHHH NOOOOOOOOO! STOP TWISTING MY NECK YOU CRAZY AAARRRRGGHHH DAMMIT I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPH!”
Amara let loose of Hailey’s noggin but otherwise left the Clutch intact, meaning Kennedy was hanging limp and worn out when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN Eurasian Champion… AMARA SINGH!”
Satiated to a degree by the amplified announcement, Singh unhooked Hailey’s arms from around her knees, but made sure Kennedy didn’t flop to her chest. Instead the copper-skinned beauty maneuvered the vanquished Welshwoman to her haunches, Hailey sagging head bowed.
The champion placed a possessive palm atop the Brit’s braincase.
“The Empire is dead,” Amara shouted. “Long live the Empress!”
Singh pressed down on Hailey’s head with one hand and pointed at her boot with the other.
“Kiss the boot of your Empress.”
“Kiss my ass,” came the curt reply, Hailey shrugging off Amara’s oppressive hand.
Singh sent a flashing knee to Kennedy’s jaw as punishment, the impact sending Hailey slopping to her back, barely conscious.
The Indian beauty moved to the ropes to collect her belt from a FAWN flunky then strode to a standing straddle of her beaten challenger. She lifted both arms high, the gaudy gold hanging from one hand, and planted a boot atop one of Hailey’s landmarks, flattening it as much as she’s able.
“BOW!” Singh demanded to all within the sound of her voice. “BOW NOW AND FOREVER!”
SCREAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg7lIkZdTPk
HAILEY KENNEDY:
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Announcer called, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit... and is for the FAWN EURASIAN CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger... Hailing from Swansea, Wales, in the United Kingdom, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one-hundred and forty-four pounds. She is the Juggernaut and FAWN’S ‘Ultimate Weapon’, this is… HAAAIIILLLEEEYYY KEEENNNNNNEEEDDDYYY!!!”
Delighted to finally cheer the Welsh Wonder Woman now that she’d turned her talents to more dubious targets, those assembled got even louder as the buxom Brit placed her hands on her hips and rolled her shoulders ever so slightly. No question, Kennedy had the advantage in firepower, not to mention height, weight and power. The more sympathetic element in attendance might’ve felt bad for the champion if she hadn’t been an insufferable brat since ’Mania. Patently aware of those 32E's straining mightily against her pink bikini top, Kennedy sauntered down the aisle, the curvaceous killer exuding complete confidence with every step. As she made her way toward the ring, a number of fans along the aisle came to appreciate that while her bosom received plentiful attention, her backside was quite spectacular as well, framed by a matching pair of bikini bottoms, the waistband adored with a sequined trim.
Reaching ringside, Hailey stopped in front of the steps, a knowing smile forming on her lips as the lyrics continued...
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me,
So warm as I'm setting you free,
With your arms by your side there's no struggling,
Pleasure's all mine this time..."
Again without the slightest sign of trepidation, Hailey ascended the steps, slipped through the ropes and into the ring. She then headed to a corner on the far side and climbed to the second rope. Staring out at the sea of faces, Kennedy hooked her thumbs into her waistband and told ‘em, “Amara calls herself an Empress. Know what I call her?” She raised a hand, trailed a nonsense pattern over her cleavage and flicked an invisible mist toward the nearest camera. “A chest warmer.”
With the Ultimate Weapon primed and ready to blow up the champ to claim gold, ‘Exotic’ by Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull hit the speakers. The FAWNatics turned as one, ready to perhaps give the new Eurasian titleholder her due, happy the belt has been wrested from the Asian Invasion and will now be defended on American soil on a regular basis.
EXOTIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU
AMARA SINGH:
For this alone, the assembled seemed ready to cut the Indian belt-wearer a break. But when the curtains drew apart, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals, Orlando’s unwashed promptly remembered how much they despised the champion.
The behemoths bore an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell laid and the assembled let loose with a cascade of abuse, seemingly every person making their disdain well known. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance was hauled toward the ring, the FAWNatics batter her with boos even as she’s carried by her consorts.
The copper-skinned beauty with the gold around her waist writhed on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never left the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The Announcer sputtered to life, heralding the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"And her opponent, hailing from Cawnpore, India, she stands five feet sic inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty three pounds. She is the Bollywood Bombshell, the Golden Empress and the FAWN Eurasian Champion… THIS IS AMARA SINGH!”
The spectacle ground to a halt, having reached its destination. The men lowered the ornate bed so it was even with the apron and Singh gracefully slid from bedside to ringside. The champ faced the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull. Singh shrugging off a sparkling gold robe to reveal the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease drew a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She turned and moved through the ropes, keeping a watchful eye on the bountiful Brit.
Amara was clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fell down to just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh did one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage. She unbuckled her belt and raises it high, beaming at Hailey.
“There’s only one Empire,” Amara assured, “and that’s wherever the Empress places her feet.”
Singh whirled and strpde to her corner where she handed her prize over to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping.
The bell sounded shortly thereafter and Amara came out of her corner at once, quite the surprise to the FAWNatics as she was facing quite possibly the most dangerous practitioner of the Front Sleeper in the last two decades. Kennedy was out just as fast and she actually picked up the pace a bit when she realized Singh wasn’t looking to cower against the buckles. The yards became inches in a matter of moments, champion and challenger separated by nothing more than a deep breath. Remarkably unfazed in the presence of a former World Champion, the Golden Empress said, “They call you the Ultimate Weapon, but a weapon is only as good as the woman who wields it and you have been adrift ever since the dissolution of your precious Empire.”
Hailey arched an eyebrow and smirked. “The trail of broken, smothered bodies in my wake says otherwise, sweetie.”
Amara remained nonplussed. “Trivial victims and meaningless wins, nothing more. Would you like to return to your former relevance, Hailey Kennedy? Would you like to be the monster you were before Emily West and her legions laid you low? All you have to do is swear fealty to the reign of the Golden Empress. Offer yourself to me for a three count and I’ll make sure--”
Kennedy surged forward, a brazen chest bump that rocked Singh back a good three or four steps. “I’m done being anyone’s weapon.” the curvaceous Briton noted over the roars of the crowd. “Now I destroy who I want, where I want, when I want. And right now I want to destroy you, Little Ms. Empress. Leaving your tears on my tits should do wonders for my relevance, don’t you--”
The sold-out crowd winced in sympathetic agony as Amara reared back and CRAAACKED an Knife-Edge Chop across the hulking curves of her foe’s décolletage. But that sympathy turned to surprise and then pleasure when Kennedy’s scowl faded into an amused grin. “That all you got, luv?” she taunted the surprised champ. “Go ahead and give it another go, I’m sure you can hit har--”
Singh tagged her with another shot, this one an overhand SLAP to Kennedy’s left breast. The bright pink welt spoke to the force behind the blow, but you’d never know it from Hailey’s reaction, as she simply rolled her eyes and snorted. “How did you ever beat Reiko, let alone Sayuki? I’ve taken harder chops from Juliet Bloodwind and she’s practically a scarecrow.”
‘Scarecrow’ was still on her lips when Amara flicked out her right hand and CRAAACKED the Juggernaut across the cheek with a spiteful Bytch Slap. “Careful of your tone, peasant.” the Indian battler hissed. “For the ire of an Empress is a terrible thing, once wakenNNNGGGHHHH!”
Kennedy spiked Amara’s taut tummy with a Toe Kick, then brought her right forearm up, over and down to THWHAP like a tire-iron across the champ’s shoulders. Amara was dropped to all fours but rose to her knees almost immediately. “You won’t live to regret the choices you’ve made today, peasaOOOFFFFHHH!”
Clearly in no mood for Singh’s threats, Hailey grabbed a double handful of hair, jerked the brunette forward and caught her across the side of the face with a short, sassy Hip Check that knocked the Eurasian Champ sprawling. Stunned and angry in equal measure, Amara scrambled to her feet and pounced on the buxom Brit with a Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Simple forward momentum allowed Singh to bully her foe several steps closer to the nearest corner, alas her progress came to a grinding halt the moment Hailey dug in her heels and pushed back. “Your punishment increases with each new show of resistance.” Amara growled through clenched teeth. “If you will not be my weapon, you will be my throne. But before that you’re going to be my bytWHOAAH UUNNNGGHHH!”
Kennedy laced her hands across the base of the champ’s neck, took a giant step backward and slung Amara more than halfway across the squared circle with a Beal Toss! Singh landed flat on her back with a resounding THWHAM that had the first several rows shivering as hard as the canvas itself. Give the Bollywood Bombshell credit though, she rolled to her side at once and was back on her feet not long after.
“That’s the last time you’re going to put a rough hand on me you OOFFFFHHHH!”
Amara was interrupted yet again, this time when Kennedy rushed in and drove a shoulder deep into the pit of her stomach. Far from a simple Spear, the former Cornerstone of the Empire wrapped her arms around Singh’s thighs, hoisted her up like a sack of laundry and charged all the way to the corner, where she BWUNNGED the brunette against the turnbuckles. Arms thrown over the top rope to maintain some semblance of verticality, Singh slipped a foot between the bottom and middle ropes, then huffed, “Ropes! I’m in the ropes, get this peasant away from NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
On a mission to show Singh just how much she disliked the ‘p-word’, the Ultimate Weapon grabbed the middle rope in both hands, reared back and THWHUMPED her shoulder into Amara’s midsection half a dozen times before Craig strode over and swatted her on the back. “All right that’s enough of that, Hailey. Get her out of the corner.”
Hailey paused the shelling, but didn’t let go of the ropes. “I believe I have a count to work with, Mr. Man.” Long was in the midst of answering when she resumed her tummy trashing tactic.
Warning given, the zebra went straight into his count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Hailey straightened up, raised her arms and stepped away without so much as a smirk. Satisfied with the clean (albeit delayed) break, Craig turned his attention to Singh, who was sucking wind like someone who’d just climbed a very steep hill. “You doing ok, Amara?”
She regarded him balefully. “I’d be doing much better if I’d been graced with the presence of a competent offiNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!”
Kennedy came in low, pushed off her back foot and damned near folded the champ in half with a brutally truncated Spear. To make matters worse, the Englishwoman wrapped both arms around her prey’s waist and prized her away from the safety of the corner! Amara thought Bear Hug and went to push at the challenger’s biceps but Kennedy had more immediate results in mind. Sinking into a deep crouch, she popped her hips and slung the brunette up, over and DOWN onto her back courtesy of a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
Amara wailed and arched her back, the only reaction that seemed to ease the pain even a tiny bit. Unfortunately it left her abdomen dangerously exposed, as she and everyone else discovered when Kennedy ran the ropes, hopped and THWHUMPED down across that bronzed bridge. The Ultimate Weapon’s tribute to the Ultimate Warrior left Amara prone and gaping, easy pickings when the Briton hooked her far leg for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Singh wrested her leg loose and turned onto her side, back pointing at the challenger. Hailey rocked back on her haunches and ran a hand through her hair. “So I was supposed to lay down for you? Not a chance, luv. The way this is going I’ll be laying down ON you sooner than later.” Amara had no answer for that presently, so Kennedy helped herself to some hair and hauled the champ to a seat. Sidled in behind her, Hailey snuggled in close and wrapped her legs around the Empress’s roiling gut.
“Tap out whenever you’re ready, ‘mara.” the challenger chided as she put her hands against the mat and pushed up to add even more pressure to the Bodyscissors. “Or pass out, it doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. Just don’t bore me, otherwise you’ll spend some time on the Rack… and I can already tell you’re not strong enough to survive that.”
Singh, quieted to guttural grunts and groans by Hailey’s cinching stems, pressed pointlessly against Kennedy’s inner thighs. The champ’s effort to pry her way loose elicited a giggle from the Brit, as if Singh’s endeavor was nothing more than a tickle to the Ultimate Weapon .
Frustrated, Amara shook and shimmied and only got more breathless for her battling, Kennedy’s Scissors wringing her from necessary oxygen. Finally, she raked both sets of nails into Hailey’s powerful gams. The shriek from the Welshwoman offered a glimmer of hope with the slight loosening of her tanned gams. Another ten welt lines blossomed with another dual rake of Kennedy’s glossy thighs. Hailey’s legs popped open like they’re on a spring, the limbs feeling as if they’re on fire.
Amara breathlessly rolled away from her challenger, trying to create some space between. On her back, Singh propped up on her elbows, the exotic Indian panting and wincing as she rubbed at the mottled skin over her ribs.
Her head drooping, Singh didn’t notice a steamed Hailey crawling on all fours to her legs. Kennedy wrapped her palms around Amara’s ankles.
“PEAS…UHHH”
The words of the Empress stammered to a halt when a rising Hailey spread the copper-skinned stems of the champion wide and lifted a boot, letting it hover over Singh’s crotch.
“You were saying?” Kennedy questioned.
Amara pressed open overturned palms at the curvy Brit.
“Nothing…NOTHING,” shouted Singh.
But Hailey, apparently unhappy with the scrapes running down her inner thighs, proved she still had a mean streak to go with her hard-won FAWNatic-favored status, stomping down on Amara’s kitty.
Singh shot to a seated position, Amara’s hands buried in her crotch as soon as Hailey pulled her boot away. The Empress, reduced to whimpers, as she kneaded at the lightning strikes of pain emerging from her undercarriage, swore under her breath, having learned a lesson not to use one of her favorite disparaging monikers around the Welshwoman.
Scooting on her butt toward the corner behind her as Hailey accepted the accolades of the delighted crowd, the Bollywood Bombshell held up a plaintive hand when the busty Brit directed her hazel eyes in the Indian’s direction. Amara’s back bumped up against the buckle behind her and Hailey snatched the wrist of her foe’s outstretched hand, yanking the Eurasian champ up with ease.
But as she did, Amara’s free hand flashed to Hailey’s peepers, slashing across the eyes viciously. A yelping Kennedy staggered away blindly, right arm extended in front of her while her left hand scrubbed at her eyes.
In no condition to follow up, at least immediately, Singh leaned heavily against the ropes, trying to take the hitch out of her giddy-up as the ache from her undercarriage slowly lessened enough for her to get mobile.
The champ limped after Hailey, hands joined and raised in a Double Axhandle aimed between the Brit’s shoulderblades. But fate had a different idea when the still sightless Hailey turns toward the approaching Singh and got NAILED in her bountiful bosom with the blow.
The impact set the former World Champion back a couple steps, but Amara seemed shaken by how little Kennedy moved. Singh loaded another and SMECKED the Axhandle into Kennedy’s chest, again buffeting Hailey’s fiercest weapons but only moving her a few feet in arears. Deciding to aim higher, Amara DROVE her third try between Kennedy’s blinking, bleary eyes and took the Ultimate Weapon off her feet. Hailey was sent rocketing to the deck, the back of her noggin THUNKING against the thinly-covered plywood.
As Kennedy’s arms cradled underneath the back of her skull, her boot soles tapping a staccato burst on the mat, a relieved Amara nodded to the groaning audience.
“All of you…AND HER…not just peasants…MY PEASANTS!”
Catching Hailey as she tried to rise, Singh delivered a boot to the cleft of Kennedy’s breasts, flattening her to horizontal. But Hailey, showing her Welsh fighting spirit, grabbed Amara around the ankle with both palms when Singh tried to grind her leather into the tender tissue beneath and shoved, sending Singh lurching away, the Indian still showing signs of life after a low blow.
Amara caught herself in the ropes before she fell. She turned toward the pneumatic Brit, scowling as Hailey grabbed first the middle ropes with both hands, pulling her way up in stages, then snatching the top cables. Before the Ultimate Weapon got completely untangled, Amara charged, racing with right forearm cocked.
The Empress threw and missed when Hailey ducked under. Kennedy managed to grab a copper-skinned lower limb and heaved Singh over the ropes, but the Indian beauty landed on the apron with a grip on the strands. A spinning Hailey found Amara’s cupped hands behind her neck in a flash and, when the champ dives to the floor, Kennedy was hotshotted halfway across the ring, grasping at her throat and gagging.
Outside, Amara looked more her imperial self, pointing at her temple and grinning.
“This is why I will rule Eurasia until I decide it is time for an Empress to rule the World,” Singh announced, the crowd loudly arguing otherwise.
Singh walked confidently to the steps and took the easy way up and in, Hailey still rubbing at her reddened neck as Singh approached from out of the Brit’s line of sight. Leaping when in range, Amara flew into a Spinning Heel Kick to the base of the curvy blonde’s spine, Hailey rocked forward, floundering into the ropes.
Amara rose and pushed her in deeper, rebounding out and sending Kennedy into a bouncy sprint across the canvas. Singh followed to center stage and when Hailey barreled into the cables and u-tureds back to the waiting Amara, Singh dipped, then scooped her bigger foe off the canvas in one fluid motion, and used the Ultimate Weapon’s momentum to launch her momentarily onto a shoulder, heels over head AND DOWN. Amara Power Slammed the buxom blonde to the deck, the crowd letting loose with a simultaneous “OHHH” of alarm and excitement.
Singh climbed atop her challenger in a Crossbody pin and earned…
ONE…
TWO…
…before Hailey shoved the Bollywood Bombshell off, Amara ending on her haunches, dark eyes wide, her ordinance not yet big enough to blow up the Weapon for good.
But the Golden Empress hadn’t rebuked an Invasion only to falter against the obsolete arsenal of a dismantled Empire. Dark eyes tossing sparks, Amara scrambled up and hurried over to Kennedy, who’d risen to all fours. Filling her fingers with the Briton’s long locks, Singh hauled Kennedy to her knees and halved the grip just so she could CRAAACK a stinging slap across the challenger’s cheek. “You may have been the crown jewel once upon a time.” she sneered. “But now you’re nothing more than another shiny bauble awaiting her proper place in my trophy room.”
Hailey managed to growl ‘Bytch,’ before Amara pushed onto her toes and dropped to her knees, thus THWHUNKING her foe’s forehead into the mat with a sawed-off Facebuster. Kennedy shuddered and started to roll onto her back, but Amara put a stop to that by pressing the Englishwoman’s face into the rough canvas. To make matters worse, Singh leaned in and proceeded to draaaaaaag Hailey’s features back and forth as hard as she could!
Grimacing along with the rest of the fans in the wake of this merciless scrubbing, Craig held his tongue for a few seconds to see if the champion would end the abuse of her own accord. When she didn’t, he stepped in and tapped her on the shoulder. “That’s enough, Amara. Get her off the mat.”
Amara paused without releasing Kennedy’s hair. Turning an imperious gaze to the official, she sniped, “Where’s my five count, peasant?”
Long did as bade, barking out a quick ‘FOUR!’ count that still lasted far too long for Hailey’s liking. Of course it was much to quick for Singh’s taste and she let the ref know of her displeasure by presenting him the back of her hand as soon as she’d regained her feet. The ref scuttled away like a good little urchin, leaving Amara alone with the grounded challenger. Hands on her hips, the brunette slid one boot toward Kennedy’s abraded mug. “My feet need tending, peasant.” Singh taunted. “A kiss. Now.” she tapped the blonde’s cheek with her toe to emphasize the demand.
Kennedy raised a hand and slapped the champion’s ankle hard enough to rock Amara back a step. “Poor choice, peasant.” Singh closed in, raised a crooked elbow overhead and promptly dropped down across the base of the blonde’s skull! Hailey cursed and again tried to roll, but the Bollywood Bombshell pushed to one knee and slid her other shin across the back of her prey’s neck. “If you won’t kiss my boot, you’ll kiss the canvas.” Amara chided the flailing, squirming fighter. “Go ahead, Kennedy! Pucker up and worship the arena of your Empress!”
Hailey did no such thing, instead devoting her efforts to struggling free of the domineering champion. Try as she might, Hailey remained prone and suffering until the referee ended Amara’s punishment with another stern count. “Fine, FINE!” Singh snapped as she got to her feet. “There’s more than one way for a peasant to pay proper tribute to her betters!”
Long offered no comment to this, so Amara cupped her hands over Hailey’s ears and peeled her off the mat. From there she switched over to stiff Side Headlock and marched Kennedy over to the strands, all while making sure the Brit’s cheek was pressed snug against the swell of her chest. “Step through the ropes, Kennedy.” Amara demanded after transitioning into a Front Facelock. “I said THROUGH THE ROPES!” The Indian stunner snatched hold of Hailey’s pink waistband and YANKED up and to the side!
Tawdry though it was, the wedgie provided the necessary incentive and the wailing battler gingerly stepped through the ropes to the apron. Giggling at the sight of the Briton’s bouncing buns, Amara turned in a quarter circle, then grabbed Kennedy’s biceps and straightened her up and draped both arms over the top rope. “These are supposed to impress me?” Singh smacked at the challenger’s tits like a cat toying with a mouse. “These are supposed to threaten my reign? I don’t see weapons, Kennedy. I see targets!” Amara applied her claws in time with this proclamation, the Golden Empress kneading and twisting like she was working a pair of oversized stress balls.
The FAWNatics groaned and urged Long to stop the punishment, Kennedy however only grimaced and shook her head. Upper lip pulled back in a defiant snarl, Hailey flipped hair off her face and barked, “This is what passes for a champion now, Singh? I’m going to enjoy crushing your face between my UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Abandoning the Breast Claws before the referee could start that damnable count, Amara turned her right shoulder toward the Englishwoman and THWHAPPED her chin with three unanswered European Uppercuts! “C’mon Amara, get it out of the ropes!” Long demanded during the pugilistic barrage. “Don’t make me tell you again!”
Singh stopped, looked his way and smirked. “If I made you do anything, you’d KNOW it, peasant.” With that she turned around and ran to the opposite side of the squared circle. Racing back on a growing tide of jeers, Amara took to the skies and THWHUMPED both heels into the Briton’s breasts with a heavy Front Dropkick. The resultant jolt popped Hailey’s arms free of the rubber-coated steel and she slopped over the middle rope in a somersault to land on her back. She was still trying to get air back into her lungs when Singh laid claim to the blonde’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring.
Once the Euro Trash was clear of the saving strands, Amara planted a foot on either side of Kennedy’s shoulders before dropping to a seat, the fork of her crotch pressed tight to Hailey’s chin. It was a lazy, arrogant pin, yet that didn’t stop Singh from spreading her arms wide and grinning ear to ear while Craig counted off….
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The Buxom Battler repaid an earlier indignity with cringe-inducing interest when she hooked Amara’s briefs on both sides and jerked them up to break the cover with half a second to spare. “TAWDRY COW!” Amara roared as she hurried away to adjust her distended togs in peace. “You’ll suffer dearly for that!”
Never one to tarry when it came to carrying out a threat, Singh made her way back to the challenger, buried both hands in Kennedy’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. A heavy Kneelift to the gut followed by a quick Wristlock made the perfect segue for the Irish Whip that sent the former World Champion barreling into a corner on the far side of the ring. Amara watched her progress from a distance and was mildly irritated when Kennedy managed to turn around at the last second, thus saving her bounty from a most unpleasant impact.
“Struggle all you like, peasant.” the bronzed beauty muttered under her breath. “I’d rather crush those disgusting sacks myself anyway.”
She dipped into a crouch and exploded forward, Amara picking up some serious speed in the half dozen strides she took en route to hopping up and landing with both feet on the challenger’s thighs. Dropping down and back even before she’d fully laced her hands behind Hailey’s head, Singh would’ve hurled her blonde back to mid-ring with the Monkey Flip if the Ultimate Weapon hadn’t grabbed her by the hips and dropped into a very deep crouch. Momentarily astounded by the power her foe brought to bear, Singh got her head back in the game when Kennedy straightened up and deftly slipped her arms between the Eurasian Champ’s thighs.
Eyes already wide, Amara’s peepers got downright saucer-like once Hailey wrapped both arms around her waist and stomped out of the corner. “ Singh shook her head ‘no, no, no!’ as if that was all it would take to prevent what was coming. Alas, that was not the case, as she and the rest of the crowd discovered when Kennedy pushed onto tiptoes and dropped to her tush to THA-WHAM the Bollywood Bombshell into the mat with a thunderous Sit-Out Powerbomb!
Blasted by the blonde, the demolished Empress spread out in a groaning starfish between the extended legs of the challenger. Hailey leaned forward and pushed her palms into the pits of Singh’s knees, folding the Eurasian champion in a Jackknife Pin for...
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Amara shoved a shoulder up, rolling to her left, the gobsmacked Indian going from a sure thing a few moments before to an underdog, the Ultimate Weapon turning the match around in a way few could. However, the Welshwoman wasn’t exactly a house afire herself. Kennedy’s slow to roll off her derriere and crawl to a grasp of Singh’s ebony locks. Hailey slipped to her right side and tugged the reeling Amara between her legs, snapping the limbs shut around Singh’s ribcage from behind. Hailey clamped the Body Scissors tight and applied the pressure with her powerful stems, drawing a loud chirp of pain from the Golden Empress.
“It might be time to realize,” Hailey hissed, not letting up on her Scissors for a moment, “the remnants of a real Empire are more powerful than your feeble fake.”
A wincing Singh pried uselessly at Hailey’s thighs then beat on them instead, at least until Kennedy slips an arm around the throat of the champion and pulled her back in a Dragon Sleeper-like arch. Hailey’s arms slithered around the Indian beauty’s braincase as Kennedy cinched them tight around Singh’s carotid and one of her temples.
Immediately, Amara’s right arm thrust into the air and waggled like a reed in the wind, her dark eyes growing progressively clouded.
“Leggo,” Singh slurred, the words more a hopeful request than a demand.
On the edge of no return, her body increasingly unresponsive, her sight increasingly filled with pinpricks of white, Amara managed to get her feet on the canvas and push, rolling Hailey into a ball behind her, most importantly with her shoulders firmly planted on the canvas for...
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Hailey released her Scissors and rolled out of trouble. She skipped to her feet, agile for a woman of her accentuated curves, and plucked a seated Singh up to her feet with a handful of hair.
The burning from her scalp drawing Amara back to life, Singh broke free of Kennedy’s grip and pirouetted into a wild Haymaker Kennedy ducked with ease. Ending behind the champ, Hailey dipped and swung an arm between the thighs of the Empress. Deftly, the Ultimate Weapon vaulted the smaller woman off the deck and strapped Singh down across her shoulders, Amara’s face and chest pointed to the rafters, the Indian grappler secured in a backbone-bending Torture Rack.
Well-versed in how to brutalize smaller foes, even if Singh was far from a feather, Hailey marched around the ring to the raucous delight of the FAWNatics, making every step one that bowed Singh’s vertebrae even more. Amara howled as she wriggled helplessly for an escape. Her hands searched for something to grab, but when Hailey forced her arms downward further, increasing the ungodly pressure on Singh’s back, Amara lost her concentration on flight and focused on survival.
“I don’t want to break you in half to take the gold,” Hailey assured, “but I’ll do it.”
“FUHH…AHHHH”
Amara’s retort was ended quickly. The buxom Brit dropped to her knees, sending a spine-rattling shockwave through Amara’s backbone. But the crowd really went nuts when Hailey rose to her feet with Amara still stuck in place, Singh whimpering and pleading for Hailey not to do it again. No such luck. THUMP!
“GAWWWD,” Singh screamed, Amara still in a sickening arch. “NOOO. NOOOO…”
The disbelief was not limited to the wailing champion when Hailey rose again with Amara stuck in the Rack. But when Kennedy reached vertical, she loosened her grip, maneuvering the writhing Singh so the exotic beauty was still locked in place across the busty blonde’s shoulders, but now with her back pointed toward the lights above.
With the Empress flipped but still glued in place by Kennedy’s bracketing limbs, Hailey spun, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Amara’s frame became a single file, a propeller in Hailey’s Airplane Spin. The champion yielded to the challenger’s power, Singh increasing in speed when finally Hailey tossed Amara off her shoulders. Singh continues on her own for a full revolution before gravity brought the copper-skinned beauty crashing to the deck.
The force of the face-first impact left a stunned and dizzied Amara motionless. After Kennedy gathered her balance, the busty blonde went straight to work, diving atop Singh, sandwiching the Indian to the mat and riding her hard. Limb by limb, Hailey tied herself to the champion with a taut Grapevine. And when Kennedy rolled to her back, she elevated Amara high in it, securing the mewling champion in her signature Stuck Up Bitch.
With nowhere to go, Amara swallowed hard when the official provided a way out. She offered neither a ‘yes’ or no’, her limbs pulsating in pain.
“GIVE IT UP,” Hailey demanded, but the stubborn champion outlasted Kennedy’s quaking limbs and the Brit was forced to toss her foe to the side after a dozen seconds. She rolled up to a knee and shook out her own weary limbs.
Meanwhile, the Empress was up to all fours, not presenting much in the way of royalty as she crawled toward the ropes, seeking a trip to the outside and sanctuary from the rampaging Kennedy. But as Amara reached the cables, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope, Hailey snatched an ankle of the Indian.
As Singh added a second grip so does the Welshwoman, hers on the opposite ankle and Hailey pulled Amara’s body out from the strands. The champion, hanging on for dear life, climbed the middle cable and then to the top, to remain in contact, until Hailey ripped her foe free and Amara SMASHED to the deck face and chest-first.
Singh flopped in a barrel roll to her back and immediately got sandwiched under a BIG splash by the Ultimate Weapon, Hailey compressing the Empress beneath her. Hailey passed on the Crossbody Pin, clearly with something else in mind.
The busty Brit, her enormous cleavage lowering threateningly, mounted Singh in a forward straddle and started to slither up the seemingly concussed Amara, the Queen of the Breast Smother about to take her throne, unleashing the mountainous mammaries on the face of the champ. As Singh’s head swung softly side to aside, Amara trying to find her way back to awareness, her dark eyes grew to saucers and UNDER SHE GOES, Hailey dropping her breasts atop her foe’s nose and lips, the frantic peepers of Singh poking out over the top. Kennedy started to swing her arms into place to bracket Amara’s noggin and force feed Singh until she slept away the rest of her title reign.
If the Brit’s hands HAD locked, FAWN would’ve crowned a new Eurasian Champion in under thirty seconds, as Amara was in no condition to escape the JMD Sleeper after the punishment she’d endured. But Hailey’s hands DIDN’T lock because Singh actually pushed her features deeper into that fulsome cleavage and sank her teeth into the challenger’s bust! Hissing in rage and pain even as she reared back on her haunches, Kennedy buried her hands in Amara’s hair, then spat an unprintable curse when the Empress went after her face with both claws.
Fighting blind in the most literal sense, Singh got one hand on Hailey’s chin and the other hooked into the hair near the nape of her neck. Pushing on the former while she pulled on the latter, the breathless brunette gnawed and struggled until Kennedy was forced to rise and thus drag the reeling champion along in her wake. Steadier now that she was upright, the Ultimate Weapon planted her feet and started pounding hateful punches into Singh’s ribs. “Guess I’ll have to knock your teeth down your throat before I UNNNGGGGHH!”
Amara doubled down on her own hair-hold. Pushed onto her tiptoes and abruptly dropped to her knees to slam the point of Haley’s chin into the crown of her skull with a Jawbreaker! Kennedy rocked back on her heels but didn’t go down, a show of resilience that would’ve disgusted the Empress to no end if she didn’t have a follow-up in mind. Rising so fast it made her head spin, Singh fought off the jug-induced vertigo long enough to charge and leap, all the better to drive her knees into that hated rack. Even more important, she clasped her hands behind the Welsh Wonder Woman’s neck and laid out on her back to once again THWHUMP those hulking hooters, this time with an Inverted Lungblower. And STILL Kennedy remained upright, the former World Champion stumbling backward with one hand pressed to her chin and the other arm angled protectively over her assaulted assets.
“You miserable peasant!” Singh hissed / shrieked when she scrambled up and realized Kennedy was still vertical. “You’ll SUFFER for defying me!”
With that she whipped around and charged into the ropes, the enraged Empress showing a surprising amount of speed for someone who’d just escaped a Near Smother Experience. Fully committed to humbling that which’d almost humbled her, Singh pulled back her right arm and whipped it forward to-- OOOOHHHHHHHHH! An explosion of noise from the crowd as Kennedy turned a shoulder to her foe, spread her arms wide and welcomed the champion into a tight scoop. The trap sprang a moment later when Hailey popped her hips in a smooth circle and THAWHAMMED the smaller wrestler into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a scintillating Power Slam! Kennedy didn’t even bounce up on impact, she simply stayed glued to the brunette’s chest and hooked the far leg to make it even harder to escape the count of…
POWER SLAM:
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Singh twitched a shoulder off the canvas so late the ref had to wave a signal to the Timekeeper to make sure the bell didn’t sound. Eyes remarkably calm after coming *this close* to holding singles gold once again, Kennedy ran a hand across her décolletage and ‘flicked’ a mist of sweat onto Amara’s gasping face. “Enjoy your last taste of fresh air, gutter-slut. Oxyen’s about to get real scarce.”
The Bollywood Bombshell had nothing to say to that, so Hailey helped herself to a double handful of hair and peeled her off the mat. From there it was a quick switch to a Wristlock and a giant step back to power the Irish Whip that BWUUUNGED Singh into the buckles spine-first. Amara’s knees buckled in shock, she almost certainly would’ve dropped to a seat if she hadn’t threw a desperate arm over the top rope. Elsewhere, Kennedy drew a bead on the flagging champion, then bounded to the opposite corner and hopped onto the second turnbuckle. Pushing off into a mid-air twist that set her down in a flat out run, Hailey crossed the ring in heartbeats and therefore ran smack into the sawed off, low-flying Dropkick Amara THWHAPPED into her knees!
Her face BWUUUNGED off the middle buckle, Hailey rocked back on her knees only to groan, then squeal, in distress when Amara planted a shin against the back of her head and shoved her face into the buckle. Grabbing hold of the top rope for leverage, Singh boosted herself all the way off the mat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, just using all her weight in an attempt to grind Kennedy’s nose from her face. “SCREAM PEASANT! SCREAM ADDORATION AND TERROR FOR YOUR EMPRESS!”
Hailey made quite a bit of noise, but none of it sounded like adoration, at least none that the champion could discern before the official started his count. In no mood to listen to the prattle of more peasants, Singh got dangerously close to disqualification by not hopping down until ‘FOUR!’ and nine-tenths! Free to breathe (at least for the moment, Kennedy pushed away from the hateful buckle and started to clamber to boot-leather only to find herself shoved through the gap between top and middle ropes.
“Get your bloated ass out of my ring!” Amara demanded as she too moved onto the apron, albeit from the opposite side of the corner. “You’re not welcome back until you’ve paid proper tribute.”
Quite willing to show her opponent how to pay this glorious toll, Singh reached over the corner, grabbed hold of Kennedy’s flaxen locks and hauled her up in a series of savage jerks. Granted far more freedom simply by virtue of her spot on the apron, Amara used the hair-hold to twist both women around, so that they were standing almost back to back, with the challenger’s head wrenched backward at an unpleasant angle. Now, a Hangman’s Neckbreaker was unpleasant right out of the box, so imagine how much worse it got when Amara dropped to a seat and BWUUUUNGED the back of Kennedy’s neck across the short length of exposed steel that connected the ring-post to the top turnbuckle!
GOLDEN TRIBUTE:
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The crowd groaned as Kennedy found herself the first in FAWN to pay the Golden Tribute, the aftermath of which left her upright only because the impact left her slumped over the top rope, her arms dangling limply over that rubber-coated steel. Delighted by the awe and outright fear she’d sewn in her subjects, Singh slipped inside the squared circle, stomped over to Hailey and reeled her into a Front Facelock. “Now you may enter.” Singh teased as she draped the Englishwoman’s near arm across her shoulders. “Of course, the way may be far more treacherous than you expected, but that’s hardly my concern.”
Reaching over the strands with her free hand, Amara helped herself to the blonde’s waistband and lifted up while simultaneously stepping back. Rather than lift Kennedy over her head for a Suplex, she dragged her over the ropes until Hailey was suspended by the Facelock at one end and her ankles at the other. An impressive bridge to say the least, alas it came crashing down when Singh swept beneath her prey and laid out on flat to TWHUNK the challenger down on the back of her head and shoulders with a Whiplash Neckbreaker. Kennedy sat up for a second, then slumped over on one side, the buxom battler reduced to little more than sludgy pliability after the pair of murderous Neckbreakers.
WHIPLASH NECKBREAKER:
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Amara on the other hand seemed galvanized by her opponent’s suffering, as evidenced by how quickly she stood and laid claim to her opponent’s wrists. “You were unworthy for so long, it’s glorious to see you here and finally ready to honor your Empress!” A short drag deposited Hailey in the middle of the ring and left her facedown as the Golden Empress planted a foot on either side of her hips. Lips curled in a wicked smile, Singh settled into a crouch, grabbed Kennedy by the biceps and leaned back to drape the Briton’s arms over her thighs. Clutch almost secure, Amara reached for Hailey’s chin, then decided better of it. Keeping one hand cupped over the blonde’s jaw, Singh palmed her other hand against the back of Hailey’s head and wreeeeeeeeenched her neck while simultaneously leaaaaaaaaaaaning back on the Camel Clutch.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHK!” Kennedy wailed as the fire in her neck became a five alarm inferno. “PLEEAAAASE, STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPH!”
Amara bounced her buns into Kennedy’s lower back and pulled the blonde’s chin a little closer to her left shoulder. “NOT UNTIL YOU PAY TRIBUTE, PEASANT!” Singh bellowed. “DO IT NOW!”
“NNNNNGGGGGHHHH NOOOOOOOOO! STOP TWISTING MY NECK YOU CRAZY AAARRRRGGHHH DAMMIT I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! JUST STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHPH!”
Amara let loose of Hailey’s noggin but otherwise left the Clutch intact, meaning Kennedy was hanging limp and worn out when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission and STILL FAWN Eurasian Champion… AMARA SINGH!”
Satiated to a degree by the amplified announcement, Singh unhooked Hailey’s arms from around her knees, but made sure Kennedy didn’t flop to her chest. Instead the copper-skinned beauty maneuvered the vanquished Welshwoman to her haunches, Hailey sagging head bowed.
The champion placed a possessive palm atop the Brit’s braincase.
“The Empire is dead,” Amara shouted. “Long live the Empress!”
Singh pressed down on Hailey’s head with one hand and pointed at her boot with the other.
“Kiss the boot of your Empress.”
“Kiss my ass,” came the curt reply, Hailey shrugging off Amara’s oppressive hand.
Singh sent a flashing knee to Kennedy’s jaw as punishment, the impact sending Hailey slopping to her back, barely conscious.
The Indian beauty moved to the ropes to collect her belt from a FAWN flunky then strode to a standing straddle of her beaten challenger. She lifted both arms high, the gaudy gold hanging from one hand, and planted a boot atop one of Hailey’s landmarks, flattening it as much as she’s able.
“BOW!” Singh demanded to all within the sound of her voice. “BOW NOW AND FOREVER!”