Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 0:25:39 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer begins, “our first match of Seasons Beatings is a standard contest. First, making her way to the ring, standing at five feet, eight inches and one hundred eighteen pounds… hailing from Toronto, Ontario… DESIRE THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL!
DESIRE THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL:
“SCHOOL'S OUT” BY ALICE COOPER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBqiC5ox8Bw
As the guitar chords rip through the arena the familiar shape of a tall blonde in pigtails and (barely) wearing a schoolgirl outfit appears on the entrance ramp. Longtime fans of FAWN remember when Desire was a mainstay in the fed's early days, and a threat to many. After all, she'd once put FAWN legend Cynthia Mitchell in her place, not to mention setting the tone of Meegan Jolly's brief career of losing. She'd reduced Sweet Caroline into nothing. And oh, what she would have done to Abbie Hoffman if not for that stupid, damned monkey Muncle.
Desire frowns briefly, remembering the disgusting beast. But this is now and she quickly goes back to smiling. Shimmying to the ring, Desire looks like she's about to take the mainstage at a stripclub, not a wrestling match. The years have been kind to her as she looks perpetually in her twenties and ready to go – fighting or loving. She occasionally hikes her skirt higher to let everyone get a good look at her round ass. Her giant breasts bounce perfectly in time with the music as she climbs the ring skirt, does the splits, and rolls under the bottom rope.
The fans love her, or love seeing her at least. Many remember her countless underhanded moves. The groping and teasing of fan favorites. In her heart, Desire knew they loved that, too, and the hate was to keep up appearances. They want to see her destroy someone. It's been too damn long. And being back in the ring feels right. It felt like home. Desire struts around the squared circle, showing off dance moves she'd long ago perfected when she was just an eighteen year old signed to FAWN. The catcalls energize her. So do the boos, really.
She stops in her corner and raises her arms for the ref to pat her down. “Normally, you'd have to take me to a five star restaurant and give me something with about ten carats for this honor, but I guess this is my charity for 2017.” The official seems unphased and uninterested as he pats her down. It offends Desire. There was a time when some young refs would have gotten into fist fights over the right to be in the ring with her. This guy couldn't care less.
The announcer comes back to life. “Her opponent this evening, making her FAWN debut… standing at five feet, five inches and one hundred nineteen pounds… from Bone Gnaw, Indiana… she is the Trailer Park Princess…. SHELBY MUSTANG!
SHELBY MUSTANG:
“IF YOU WANNA GET TO HEAVEN (YOU GOTTA RAISE A LITTLE HELL)” BY HER & KING COUNTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hLgwpJMnaU
A waifish woman struts through the entrance curtain. Clad in a black top, skimpy
cheetah print bottoms, and Chuck Taylors, no one is really sure what to make of this petite woman. But she's not Desire and, for most of the fans, that's enough reason to offer cheers.
Clearing her throat, Shelby produces a tiara from behind her back and places it atop her head with overdramatic flourish. The cameras pan in to view it and it's obvious it was cut and welded together from old beer cans. She strides down the ramp and blows kisses, aping a beauty pageant winner, and the FAWNatics love it. She's young, she's cute, she's bubbly. She's what everyone loves.
Except the wrestler in the ring, grinding her teeth with annoyance.
Shelby hops up the ring steps and bounces over the ropes. She climbs the turnbuckles and eggs the fans one, motioning for more noise, more cheers. The FAWN fans are happy to offer more for the young woman. She offers a glance back at Desire, just in case the vet decides to attack, but the Schoolgirl stands in her corner, pouting.
The referee comes over and motions to the tiara. “May I?”
Shelby smiles. “Why, yes, sir! You may, and thank you for being a gentleman and asking!” He gently removes the trashy tiara and hands it to a ring attendant who whisks it away. As Shelby gets her pat down, Desire motions for a mic. She takes it and moves to center ring.
“This is a joke, right?” Desire booms. “I am one of the original FAWN wrestlers! I brought hotness to this fed! Hell, I brought catfighting to this fed!” The fans boo, although a few can't help but agree. “Hell, I held the Schoolgirl Championship Belt!”
Shelby looks at the ref. “Was that really a thing?”
He hems and haws. “The history of FAWN is kinda complicated and confusing.”
“I faced a Dennehy. I faced a Daniel. I faced FAWN legends!” The fans can't help but agree. The Schoolgirl's glare slowly turns to Shelby. “And now, this? Some trailer park trick who doesn't have enough sense to be ashamed of what she is?” Desire shakes her head. “FAWN, I deserve better than this! It's time I got the respect I deserve! She's not even on the damned roster!” Desire sighs. “Let's get this over with. After all, I'm a professional and I came to give you all what you want.” She sneers at the younger woman. “And, hon, I dunno if you're normally a screamer, but tonight you certainly will be.” She smirks, dropping the mic and returning to her corner.
Shelby ponders this and picks up the mic. She stares into the canvas as if it has the answers, then speaks. “I'm not on the roster yet because I'm brand new. My contract was just finalized last week. You've been in FAWN since the start, like you said, but you're ALSO not on the roster.” The “oooooooooh” from the fans almost sounds rehearsed. Shelby cocks her head. “Why is that, Desire? 'Cuz you're just too good to list?”
The Schoolgirl's face builds a steady pink as the trailer park princess continues. “And you're right. You did fight a Dennehy and a Daniel. And you lost to them. You've lost to a lot of people. You're… not good at what you do.” It's not said as smack talk. The tone is almost pitying. “You're not even the best oversexed nymph in FAWN.” She motions back to the locker room. “There's probably twenty girls back there who are better at it than you. Hell, you weren't even the best in your DAY. Or did Jewel Devine make your orgasm so hard you actually forgot that whole match?”
Rage builds in Desire's face. There are things she'd rather forget and Jewel Devine turning her into a sex Muppet is high on the list. Even these years later, the memory makes parts of her go numb.
“But, unlike you, I'm thankful to FAWN for the chance to prove myself,” the young rookie goes on. “'Cuz I've got a lot to prove. You do, too, you just don't wanna admit it. But I guess admission is hard for someone who still calls herself 'the Schoolgirl' into her, what… mid thirties? Late thirties?” Shelby smiles. “Remember, you can have your body nipped and tucked and implanted all you want, but you can't nip and tuck recorded history. And you've left a lot of it. Hell, you could be my mom.”
And that's it. Desire can take no more insolence from the fresh faced rookie and launches onto Shelby, slamming a punch into her jaw. Shelby spills backwards onto her back and Desire lands on top, slugging at her face. The bell rings, for all the good it does, to “start” the match. The referee rushes over and admonishes Desire about closed fists but she just shoves him aside and continues beating down on the Indiana rookie who does her best to shield herself with her forearms.
Shelby manages to pull her legs up and plant her sneakers into Desire's gut, launching the FAWN vet back a few feet. She hops up and rushes Desire, clotheslining the Canadian as she starts to get up. The Trailer Park Princess brings an elbow drop down across Desire's throat, and Desire takes all of it. Immediately, Shelby grabs one of Desire's legs and pulls up for a pin.
ONE…-
Desire bucks out. Shelby is unsurprised but Desire looks horribly offended. She looks up at Shelby and slaps the taste out of her mouth. “You think I'm that easy?!”
Shelby glares down and slaps Desire harder. “Being that easy is your whole career!” she bellows. Fans who heard it begin laughing. Desire looks over at the ref, seeing even he's stifling snickers. The Schoolgirl's face pinks up again as Shelby stands behind her. Grabbing both pigtails, Shelby yanks Desire up to her feet before jumping and planting both feet into her back. Thankfully, as the stomp happens Shelby releases Desire's hair or she might have a new hairstyle.
Desire lands on all fours, swearing. Shelby runs up her, stepping up on her butt before hopping up and drawing her knees in. Mustang lands like a cannonball on Desire's back. The Schoolgirl squawks as she flattens out. Shelby unfolds and grabs under Desire's chin, putting her in a camel clutch.
And the fans are all for it.
Desire is, to say the least, confused. How the hell did she go from pounding this twit to being folded backwards by her? In, what? A minute's time? The ref looms in.
“What do you say, Desire?” he asks.
“Fuck yourself!” she spits.
“I can see why you're every man's desire,” Shelby says sarcastically.
Desire palms the mat and grunts. “Most women's, too,” she adds as she pulls herself towards the ropes. As she nears the cables Shelby dismounts, grabbing one of Desire's legs and pulling her back to the middle of the ring. She reaches down for the other and Desire's happy to give it to her, slamming the foot into Shelby's face. Shelby clutches her face as Desire jumps to her feet. The Schoolgirl wraps her arms around Shelby, sinking her nails into the Indiana girl's butt, and lifts her. She drops Shelby across her knee, slamming the kneecap straight into her crotch.
The white trash wrestler cubs herself and stumbles back. Shaking her head clear, Shelby rushes towards Desire, but the vet greets her with a Yakuza kick.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjZ9MYjmyw
Shelby topples, again cradling her face. Desire is infinitely proud of herself. “Finally got you to shut up,” she says. Desire drops a falling fist into Shelby's face, adding an eye gouge for good measure. The referee leans in and warns her her about going for the eyes.
“You mean like this?” Desire asks as she shoves both thumbs in both of Shelby's eyes. The referee starts counting, getting all the way to four. Desire removes her thumbs. “Okay, Sesame Street. You've masted the first few numbers!”
“I swear, Desire, you are close to getting D.Q.ed,” the official warns. His voice is serious so she opts not to argue. Instead hauls Shelby to her feet and whips her to the ropes, catching her with a boot between the breasts on the return trip. Shelby flops to the mat. Desire is obviously proud of herself for reasserting dominance. As Shelby squirms, Desire drops a leg across her chest. She grabs one of Mustang's gams and folds her for a pin.
ONE!…
TW--
Shelby bucks out, irking Desire at gall to not let her win. She hauls Shelby up by her hair. Turning her back to Shelby and stooping, Desire drapes the woman, belly-down, over her right shoulder and stands. Then, the Schoolgirl runs across the ring before flipping Mustang, letting the rookie land with the small of her back hitting the top of the ringpost. Shelby hangs there more a moment, teetering and dazed, before Desire grabs hold of her short hair and slams her head down into the turnbuckle. It's more than impact – now off balance, Shelby slides off the ringpost and lands in the corner on her head. The rest of her body topples over, with her butt in the air.
For Desire, it's too good to be true. It feels like old times. Whether or not those old times ever really existed is unimportant. She's winning. She stomps Shelby's butt down before racing to the opposite corner.
For Shelby, this is not how she imagined her first match going. It's partly her own fault and she knows it. The wrestler she trained over – a late nineties vet named Hse Han – warned her she was was too cocky and it would bite her in the ass. Shelby knew it was true, but she assumed all wrestlers were this cocky. “You believe your own hype,” Hse had said once. “And that'll get you. Even a jobber can be dangerous if you're too caught up in yourself.”
Shelby places her palms on the mat and started to push herself up. She made a mistake in thinking Desire would be easy to beat. She has to turn things around at the first chance. But the first chance isn't here yet as Shelby suddenly finds herself shrieking as Desire baseball slides, feet first, into her crotch. In her entire indie career before this, Shelby had only ever really experienced a few crotch shots. Again, she'd been warned they were common practice in FAWN but you never really realize how little buffer bikini bottoms offer between your holiest of holies and someone's boot until it crashes into your labia. Worse yet, the slide slams her forehead into the ringpost, just under the bottom turnbuckle. It's so Three Stooges that it would be hilarious if Shelby wasn't stuck as the unwilling Curly.
Desire stands on Shelby's back and cups under her chin. She leans back, pulling Shelby's torso back like a mousetrap before releasing. The rookie's face slams back into the mat. She can feel the bruises forming on her face. But her brain is addled and she is confused as Desire props her up in the corner, sitting down, and hikes up her skirt. Shelby sees a with thong with pink hearts very briefly before the darkness of a crotch smother engulfs her face and the realization sets in. Desire holds onto the ropes and wraps her legs around the turnbuckle, grinding herself into the younger wrestler.
“Come on, squirt,” Desire giggles. “This alone is worth the beating I'm giving you.” Desire grits her teeth as she really buries her undercarriage into Shelby's nose. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to dominate and humiliate. Desire feels herself getting excited and she knew Shelby was now aware of just how excited. It makes it even better. Exhilaration pulses through her body as she tries to snuff Shelby out, almost blotting out the sound of the ref yelling warnings.
Stuck in Desire's crotch, Shelby fights very base urges. Not the ones Desire assumes everyone has for her, and the ones the fans hope she's feeling, but the urge to just bite the ever lovin' hell out of her. That was actually really hard for her early in her training. “Biting seems so obvious,” she'd told Hse. “So does knocking your teeth out,” her teacher replied. “You're not an animal. You're a person. You think. Think your way out.”
As the referee finally gets around to counting, Shelby's hands shoot out and cup Desire's enormous breasts. The Schoolgirl lets out a squeal without thinking. “Someone's finally accepted her fate and wants to party,” Desire giggles. But Shelby's hands turn to talons and sink in and push back as she kicks her feet up. She manages to get them over Desire's shoulders and pry her not just from her face but the ringpost. Slamming Desire to the mat, it's a perfect pin. The ref drops.
One!…
TWO!…
Th---
Desire grabs a rope and pulls away, horrified. She could have kicked out sooner but she was just so shocked by the newcomer simply not being done and, worse yet, using her ingenious smother hold against her. Desire continues, sliding all the way out of the ring and escaping to the concrete floor. Shelby has no interest in letting her rest to catch her breath and rolls out after her, kicking her in the back of a knee. Desire stumbles, slamming her knee on the hard arena floor.
The new pose is perfect for Shelby, who rockets a kick across the back of Desire's skull. Desire slumps to the floor. Shelby reaches down and hugs tightly around her waist. “Oh, your skin's so soft. Do you use lotion?” she asks Desire. “Oh, and this is for my back.” She heaves Desire up to her feet, squeezing tightly around her waist, before launching her backwards with a belly-to-back suplex. The back of Desire's neck lands across the guardrail and she crumples uselessly to the floor, moaning. Shelby reaches for her but somehow Desire finds reserves to push the newbie away. The Canadian hottie uses the guardrail to pull herself up and take a step forward, but Shelby greats her by grabbing hold and planting her back down with a Jumping Shoulder Jawbreaker
JUMPING SHOULDER JAWBREAKER (at 0:10):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G20k80FP0yQ
The concrete isn't any more forgiving this time around when Desire's skull bounces off of it. Her jaw throbs, her head spins, and all she can see are arena lights. Shelby slaps hands with fans and starts showboating, but for Desire, time sort of slows and it becomes so loud it's almost quiet. But out of it all, two nearby fans talking hits her.
“Dude, she's right there,” one says. “I used to be so into her when I was thirteen. I kinda want to touch her.”
“That's how we get banned for life, jackass,” his friend replies. “'Sides, if you're gonna get in trouble, get in trouble for one of the younger, hotter girls.”
“She's still hot,” the other protests before relent, “I mean, she can't wrestle for shit but--”
“Hey, someone has to lose, right?” his friend laughs.
The words sink into Desire's brain. She remembers beating Hoffman years ago and promising herself it was a turning point. It sort of was. She had even less matches after that, and just one more win. Hell, Desire had lost to Agnes Fucking Appleby. Desire was the one win in Agnes's record. And how much longer, really, did she have to turn this around. She thinks of all the fans who'd made jabs and jokes about her losing, all the wrestlers who have groped and had their way with her. Hate burns in her. She won't let herself cry, although raging tears were ready. She has to change things.
Desire blinks, coming to, and realizes she's not outside the ring anymore. She hasn't been for a while. Instead, a knee is in her chest, her leg is raised, and a hand is hitting the mat.
ONE!…
TWO…
THRE--
At the very last millisecond, Desire kicks out.
“Two!” the ref says, holding up two fingers. “Just two!”
Shelby wants to argue but she knows it won't do good. “Never argue with the ref,” Hse warned. “Almost every time, you just turn them against you. They'll notice and nitpick you more and your opponent less.” Shelby nods and looks back to Desire.
The Schoolgirl, for lack of better wording, looks different to Shelby. Desire's eyes go through her, like she's looking down a highway and Shelby happens to be in the way. But there's something else there. She remembers a stray dog around the trailer park when she was a kid. She loved all the dogs but she was always told to leave that stray alone. It had a master once who abused and beat it down, and it always looked fit to snap. One day it did. Shelby felt herself going into the same guarded mode with Desire.
Mustang grabs Desire by the wrist to pull her up. Desire delivers a backhand and an eye poke as she's halfway to her feet. Shelby yelps as Desire slings her to the ropes. Instead of whipping off them, Shelby hops onto the top rope and hurls herself at Desire for a rope-aided hurricanrana. Her calves land over Desire's shoulders but the Schoolgirl grabs them and just powerslams Shelby instead.
“You think you're better than me, you little bitch?!” Desire shrieks as she looms over Shelby. “You think I'm just here to be your fucking springboard?! I'm a fucking wrestler!” Desire slams a boot down on Shelby's throat, choking her. “I don't hear you laughing now! I don't hear anyone laughing now!” The referee counts but Shelby is relatively certain, as far gone as Desire is, he could just as well be reciting Lewis Carroll's “Jabberwocky” backwards and it would mean as much as Desire leans all of her weight into crushing Shelby's throat.
Just as the ref hits five, Desire steps off her throat. She does, however, stomp on both of Shelby's knees before kicking her onto her stomach. Squatting over the newbie, Desire reaches down and pulls Shelby into a camel clutch. But she's trying to do more than hurt the rookie's back. Her hard nails dig into Shelby's cheeks, leaving long red streaks. “Oh, no, not so pretty now!” Desire cackles as she scratches Shelby's face all over like it's a lottery scratch-off. “Now how will you convince the rest of the trash to let you suck 'em off behind the Stuckey's?”
It is becoming very apparent to everyone, fans included, that this is becoming more than a wrestling match. Some like it. Others definitely don't. Shelby is amongst the latter, especially when Desire pulls her tank top up to expose her perky little breasts and pink nipples.
“Not even a bra, huh?” Desire scoffs. “I guess they're not big enough need one. When I joined, if you were under a C cup you prayed they didn't ship you off to FAWN 2 or some other developmental hellhole.” Shelby's face sufficiently scratched up, Desire sets to work on mutilating her breasts. Shelby's nipples are on fire as it feels like Desire's about to remove them. The referee barks commands at Desire to stop this and she sometimes does but sets right back into it. Most officials would disqualify her. Hell, he would, but the sudden shift has even rattled the official.
Once her breasts looking red and raw, Desire releases Shelby. She rolls the rookie onto her back and drops her crotch across Mustang's mouth in a facesit. Desire pulls Shelby's legs up and pushes them apart before clawing onto both thighs and twisting the meat mercilessly like she's trying to rip hunks off. Shelby's screams are muffled and hot on Desire's sex, making the vet moist in more than one way. Still, Shelby keeps her arms up so she can't be pinned. What she's doing is, as far as the referee can tell, by the book so he can do nothing to scold the Schoolgirl.
This goes on for two minutes. Two long, excruciating minutes. Shelby refuses to give up, to her credit, but it only pleases Desire more. The slickness seeping onto Shelby's nose and mouth make it completely clear how happy this all makes her opponent. She realizes she is in more trouble than she could have known. But Desire does tire of clawing into the rookie and instead begins pounding her fist into the woman's crotch. This the ref knows is illegal and, once more, he threatens her and once more she goes until the last second.
Desire stands and takes Shelby in. Her face is purple and greasy. The agony is written across her face. And she's still very green, so this all took a lot out of her. A more experienced wrestler might still have a lot in them but Desire is relatively certain she could get a submission or a pin is she wanted to.
But she doesn't want that. She wants revenge. On everyone.
But since only Shelby is here, she'll have to do.
“You want to bring up my past?” Desire hisses. “You wanna talk about what Jewel Devine did to me? Let me walk you through it and see if you handle it better.” Desire pulls Shelby up, holding her from behind and fondles her pink nipples. Shelby winces as the stink, still tender from the rough handling earlier. Desire is surprisingly gentle, though, trying to get the nipples good and stiff. It's very distracting for Shelby. Again, she knew this is how FAWN works but knowing it and experiencing it are very, VERY different things. Desire spins Shelby around, folds her down, tucks her head between her thighs and powerslams the Trailer Park Princess. Shelby starfishes, groaning.
Desire bends down. “Now, I do believe she also exposed me like this.” She rips Shelby's bottoms to the side to expose her sex. “Now, of course, before this, she'd worn me down and been trying to get me hot and bothered.” Desire strokes the exposed areas of Shelby. “But we don't have time for all of that, now do we? I guess we'll jump to the…” Desire grins. “Climax.”
Desire pulls Shelby up and over her shoulder, facing down. Pulling her bottoms down further, the Schoolgirl caresses Shelby's womanhood, prepping it, before slowly dipping it in and stimulating the rookie. Shelby lets a soft moan escape as Desire begins working her over.
“Goodness, you're not fighting me very well,” Desire laughs. “You made it sound like this is something you could easily escape from.” Shelby feels herself getting wetter and wetter as the blonde works her over. “So here's a spoiler. In a second, you're going to cum all over yourself, and me. Then I'm going to pin you. And then I'm going to give you some after-match entertainment. But now what Jewel did to me.” Shelby gasps as more digits enter her. “No, I'm going to show you what being a loser really means.”
Shelby fights to uncloud her mind. While her lower half tingles, she raises an elbow and slams it down into the base of Desire's neck. Desire falters, but starts again. Shelby elbows her again. And again. And finally, one more time and Desire seems stunned just enough to disengage her hand. The Indianan slides off her shoulder, almost falling backwards, and grabs and pulls up her bottoms.
Great, she thinks. I'd hoped it would be a while because everyone saw the goods.
Desire snaps back and slams the back of her fist across Shelby's face. She does it again and Shelby spins, but also slams a foot into Desire's side. The Schoolgirl takes the hit and growls. Shelby tries for another, but this time Desire catches the foot, so Mustang kicks up her other foot across the Schoolgirl's temple. Both women spill to the mat and slowly stir. The manage to rise at just the same time, but it's Shelby who sprints forward.
Whatever she'd planned on doing, though, doesn't happen. Desire catches her in a bearhug, lifts her, and once more drops her crotch on her knee. Shelby shudders but, still in the hug, grabs Desire by the pigtails and brings her in for a headbutt. Again, both women release and stumble back.
Once more, Shelby is the first to attack. She swoops in for a forearm, which Desire catches. “You don't learn, do you?” the Schoolgirl asks. Desire twists the arm behind Shelby's back before shoving her down to her knees. The vet then places her own knee on Shelby's back while trying to rip the arm for the stump. Shelby screams in agony, but refuses submission. Desire pulls the knee off but keep hold of the arm. Then she jumps and drives both knees into the base of Shelby's back.
Mustang flattens out, groaning in agony. “You shoulda let me bring you to climax,” Desire taunts. “It woulda been a lot nicer for you.” She pulls Shelby up by her hair and looks her in the eyes. “Because was I'm going to do after I beat you will live on as some of the most depraved acts FAWN has ever seen. Miriam Gaiman will blush when talking about it.” Shelby tries to reply but exhaustion is finally hitting her.
Desire walks the woman to the corner and slings her to the ground. The Schoolgirl climbs to the top of the ringpost and turns for a splash but Shelby is no longer there. A second wind hitting her, the younger wrestler is up and at the corner, slamming her forearm into Desire's gut. For her part, the Canadian sexpot tries to shove Shelby away but eventually it's too much and she starts to crumple. That's just the opening Shelby needs for an Iconoclasm.
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coGmj8Ru5eg
Desire lands on her shoulders, folded perfectly for a pin. But Shelby doesn't even try. She has something different in store. Flipping Desire over, Shelby wraps her legs around the Schoolgirl's throat and locks her in a Trailer Trap!
TRAILER TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8o66G2lVVk
Desire's eyes bulge and she pries at Shelby's legs but makes no headway. She tries to reach for the ropes but Mustang holds her in place. Desire faces a fact: she either submits or goes unconscious. She hesitates as her face turns purple, but finally, seeing not other option, Desire taps.
The bell sounds as Shelby releases the hold. The referee does his best to get between the women as he raises her arm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – SHELBY MUSTANG!”
Shelby's heart swells as the arena of fans get to their feet and cheer her on. It's overwhelming. She'd been told it would be but she feels her heart swelling as she realizes thousands of people are chanting for her – more including all those watching at home. It's better than she could have ever hoped for, except, y'know, for being exposed, having her face and breasts clawed up, her nipples played with and being fondled.
Oh, and being punched in the head from behind.
Shelby falls to the mat. The ref turns to yell but Desire hoists him on her shoulder and launches him over the top rope and to the floor outside. She checks to make sure he didn't land in a way to end his (and her) career, but resumes her work when she sees he's just out.
Desire storms over to Shelby, who is trying to get up. “I'm not even close to done with you, slut.” She grabs a handful of hair and slings Shelby into a corner. The young grappler slams between turnbuckles, her shoulder meeting the ringpost. “This is another time honored tradition in FAWN.” She grabs Shelby's bottoms and rips them to her ankles before slamming a boot into her unprotected pussy. Mustang howls and drops to her knees. “Oh, if you can't take this, it's best you go somewhere else to play wrestler.”
Taking another handful of hair, Desire slams Shelby backwards flat on the mat. “Look at it like this. You're going to either learn you don't belong here, or that you're a submissive exhibitionist.” She smiles. “Or maybe both. You look like an overachiever.”
Desire gets on all fours and climbs Shelby's length. She wraps her legs under Mustang's head, crushing her face into her crotch for a smother. Then the Schoolgirl slides her hand between Shelby's thighs and beings stimulation. “Let's see what happens first. Will you pass out? Will you cum? Who says learning isn't fun?”
Trapped, Shelby can only squirm and shiver. She slaps uselessly at Desire's sides and tries to pull away but no luck. Soon, the throbbing rhythm begins to overtake her and she's also fighting her body giving in to Desire's touch. For Desire, it's perfect. She's winning on her terms. Of course, her terms didn't include two boots slamming into the side of her head in a dropkick.
KELLI LOVE:
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
When Desire gathers herself and looks back, she sees Shelby's sweating body on the mat being pulled away by Kelli Love. Between them and Desire stands Trixie Decker, obviously enraged by the whole display. Desire claps. “Oh, good! It's FAWN's resident busybodies! I was wondering if I'd ever meet you.” She laughs. “No, just kidding. You mean nothing. Give me back my toy.”
Kelli checks on Shelby. “You okay? You need an EMT?” The white trash girl shakes her head but coughs, trying to pull in all the air she can. When Desire takes a step towards them, Decker blocks her.
“I get that your ego's hurt and all, Desire, but you've proven the point no one needed proven – that you can't handle losing to a better fighter.”
“If she's better,” Desire hisses, “then she doesn't need you here to protect her.” The Schoolgirl smirks. “Oh, wait. You're the slut who wants to fuck everyone she wrestles.” Desire claps. “Is that why you're here? Honey, I have enough for all three of you. All you have to do is ask.”
Trixie steps forward. “You know, I had a match get postponed, but I'm happy to replan my evening breaking you into piles of memories and failure.”
“We both know that you and the Backseat Battalion over there owe it to me for paving the way for you two B-Grade twits even being here. But I'd love to take you apart, Decker,” Desire says, stepping closer. Being taller and more endowed, she's able to slam her tits into Trixie's face. “Either one of you. But we both know you just want a chance to have your tiny, worthless body rocked by a real woman.” Desire cocks an eyebrow. “And careful, hon. Once I'm done with you, you'll never be the same.”
Before Trixie can respond, FAWN security shows up to separate them. Trixie looks back at the guards and then to Desire, but the Schoolgirl has lept from the ring. She runs up the ramp, laughing and flipping everyone off. While officially tonight was a loss, it feels like a huge win.
Getting to her feet, Shelby seems sheepish. She looks at Kelli and Trixie. “Uh, thanks. This is not how I imagined my first bigtime match.”
“It's never how you imagine it,” Trixie assures her.
“And it could be WAY worse,” Kelli adds.
“You did good, though,” Trixie says to the newbie. “You beat her fair and square. You're starting off with a hard-fought for W. But the other ones won't be any easier.”
Shelby nods. “That's okay. I didn't come here to prove I could get easy wins. I came here to prove who I am.”
“And tonight,” Kelli says, holding Shelby's arm up, “that's the woman who deserves all these cheers.”
Shelby looks out over the crowd and beams. Yeah, she thinks, I am. I really am.
DESIRE THE NAUGHTY SCHOOLGIRL:
“SCHOOL'S OUT” BY ALICE COOPER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBqiC5ox8Bw
As the guitar chords rip through the arena the familiar shape of a tall blonde in pigtails and (barely) wearing a schoolgirl outfit appears on the entrance ramp. Longtime fans of FAWN remember when Desire was a mainstay in the fed's early days, and a threat to many. After all, she'd once put FAWN legend Cynthia Mitchell in her place, not to mention setting the tone of Meegan Jolly's brief career of losing. She'd reduced Sweet Caroline into nothing. And oh, what she would have done to Abbie Hoffman if not for that stupid, damned monkey Muncle.
Desire frowns briefly, remembering the disgusting beast. But this is now and she quickly goes back to smiling. Shimmying to the ring, Desire looks like she's about to take the mainstage at a stripclub, not a wrestling match. The years have been kind to her as she looks perpetually in her twenties and ready to go – fighting or loving. She occasionally hikes her skirt higher to let everyone get a good look at her round ass. Her giant breasts bounce perfectly in time with the music as she climbs the ring skirt, does the splits, and rolls under the bottom rope.
The fans love her, or love seeing her at least. Many remember her countless underhanded moves. The groping and teasing of fan favorites. In her heart, Desire knew they loved that, too, and the hate was to keep up appearances. They want to see her destroy someone. It's been too damn long. And being back in the ring feels right. It felt like home. Desire struts around the squared circle, showing off dance moves she'd long ago perfected when she was just an eighteen year old signed to FAWN. The catcalls energize her. So do the boos, really.
She stops in her corner and raises her arms for the ref to pat her down. “Normally, you'd have to take me to a five star restaurant and give me something with about ten carats for this honor, but I guess this is my charity for 2017.” The official seems unphased and uninterested as he pats her down. It offends Desire. There was a time when some young refs would have gotten into fist fights over the right to be in the ring with her. This guy couldn't care less.
The announcer comes back to life. “Her opponent this evening, making her FAWN debut… standing at five feet, five inches and one hundred nineteen pounds… from Bone Gnaw, Indiana… she is the Trailer Park Princess…. SHELBY MUSTANG!
SHELBY MUSTANG:
“IF YOU WANNA GET TO HEAVEN (YOU GOTTA RAISE A LITTLE HELL)” BY HER & KING COUNTY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hLgwpJMnaU
A waifish woman struts through the entrance curtain. Clad in a black top, skimpy
cheetah print bottoms, and Chuck Taylors, no one is really sure what to make of this petite woman. But she's not Desire and, for most of the fans, that's enough reason to offer cheers.
Clearing her throat, Shelby produces a tiara from behind her back and places it atop her head with overdramatic flourish. The cameras pan in to view it and it's obvious it was cut and welded together from old beer cans. She strides down the ramp and blows kisses, aping a beauty pageant winner, and the FAWNatics love it. She's young, she's cute, she's bubbly. She's what everyone loves.
Except the wrestler in the ring, grinding her teeth with annoyance.
Shelby hops up the ring steps and bounces over the ropes. She climbs the turnbuckles and eggs the fans one, motioning for more noise, more cheers. The FAWN fans are happy to offer more for the young woman. She offers a glance back at Desire, just in case the vet decides to attack, but the Schoolgirl stands in her corner, pouting.
The referee comes over and motions to the tiara. “May I?”
Shelby smiles. “Why, yes, sir! You may, and thank you for being a gentleman and asking!” He gently removes the trashy tiara and hands it to a ring attendant who whisks it away. As Shelby gets her pat down, Desire motions for a mic. She takes it and moves to center ring.
“This is a joke, right?” Desire booms. “I am one of the original FAWN wrestlers! I brought hotness to this fed! Hell, I brought catfighting to this fed!” The fans boo, although a few can't help but agree. “Hell, I held the Schoolgirl Championship Belt!”
Shelby looks at the ref. “Was that really a thing?”
He hems and haws. “The history of FAWN is kinda complicated and confusing.”
“I faced a Dennehy. I faced a Daniel. I faced FAWN legends!” The fans can't help but agree. The Schoolgirl's glare slowly turns to Shelby. “And now, this? Some trailer park trick who doesn't have enough sense to be ashamed of what she is?” Desire shakes her head. “FAWN, I deserve better than this! It's time I got the respect I deserve! She's not even on the damned roster!” Desire sighs. “Let's get this over with. After all, I'm a professional and I came to give you all what you want.” She sneers at the younger woman. “And, hon, I dunno if you're normally a screamer, but tonight you certainly will be.” She smirks, dropping the mic and returning to her corner.
Shelby ponders this and picks up the mic. She stares into the canvas as if it has the answers, then speaks. “I'm not on the roster yet because I'm brand new. My contract was just finalized last week. You've been in FAWN since the start, like you said, but you're ALSO not on the roster.” The “oooooooooh” from the fans almost sounds rehearsed. Shelby cocks her head. “Why is that, Desire? 'Cuz you're just too good to list?”
The Schoolgirl's face builds a steady pink as the trailer park princess continues. “And you're right. You did fight a Dennehy and a Daniel. And you lost to them. You've lost to a lot of people. You're… not good at what you do.” It's not said as smack talk. The tone is almost pitying. “You're not even the best oversexed nymph in FAWN.” She motions back to the locker room. “There's probably twenty girls back there who are better at it than you. Hell, you weren't even the best in your DAY. Or did Jewel Devine make your orgasm so hard you actually forgot that whole match?”
Rage builds in Desire's face. There are things she'd rather forget and Jewel Devine turning her into a sex Muppet is high on the list. Even these years later, the memory makes parts of her go numb.
“But, unlike you, I'm thankful to FAWN for the chance to prove myself,” the young rookie goes on. “'Cuz I've got a lot to prove. You do, too, you just don't wanna admit it. But I guess admission is hard for someone who still calls herself 'the Schoolgirl' into her, what… mid thirties? Late thirties?” Shelby smiles. “Remember, you can have your body nipped and tucked and implanted all you want, but you can't nip and tuck recorded history. And you've left a lot of it. Hell, you could be my mom.”
And that's it. Desire can take no more insolence from the fresh faced rookie and launches onto Shelby, slamming a punch into her jaw. Shelby spills backwards onto her back and Desire lands on top, slugging at her face. The bell rings, for all the good it does, to “start” the match. The referee rushes over and admonishes Desire about closed fists but she just shoves him aside and continues beating down on the Indiana rookie who does her best to shield herself with her forearms.
Shelby manages to pull her legs up and plant her sneakers into Desire's gut, launching the FAWN vet back a few feet. She hops up and rushes Desire, clotheslining the Canadian as she starts to get up. The Trailer Park Princess brings an elbow drop down across Desire's throat, and Desire takes all of it. Immediately, Shelby grabs one of Desire's legs and pulls up for a pin.
ONE…-
Desire bucks out. Shelby is unsurprised but Desire looks horribly offended. She looks up at Shelby and slaps the taste out of her mouth. “You think I'm that easy?!”
Shelby glares down and slaps Desire harder. “Being that easy is your whole career!” she bellows. Fans who heard it begin laughing. Desire looks over at the ref, seeing even he's stifling snickers. The Schoolgirl's face pinks up again as Shelby stands behind her. Grabbing both pigtails, Shelby yanks Desire up to her feet before jumping and planting both feet into her back. Thankfully, as the stomp happens Shelby releases Desire's hair or she might have a new hairstyle.
Desire lands on all fours, swearing. Shelby runs up her, stepping up on her butt before hopping up and drawing her knees in. Mustang lands like a cannonball on Desire's back. The Schoolgirl squawks as she flattens out. Shelby unfolds and grabs under Desire's chin, putting her in a camel clutch.
And the fans are all for it.
Desire is, to say the least, confused. How the hell did she go from pounding this twit to being folded backwards by her? In, what? A minute's time? The ref looms in.
“What do you say, Desire?” he asks.
“Fuck yourself!” she spits.
“I can see why you're every man's desire,” Shelby says sarcastically.
Desire palms the mat and grunts. “Most women's, too,” she adds as she pulls herself towards the ropes. As she nears the cables Shelby dismounts, grabbing one of Desire's legs and pulling her back to the middle of the ring. She reaches down for the other and Desire's happy to give it to her, slamming the foot into Shelby's face. Shelby clutches her face as Desire jumps to her feet. The Schoolgirl wraps her arms around Shelby, sinking her nails into the Indiana girl's butt, and lifts her. She drops Shelby across her knee, slamming the kneecap straight into her crotch.
The white trash wrestler cubs herself and stumbles back. Shaking her head clear, Shelby rushes towards Desire, but the vet greets her with a Yakuza kick.
YAKUZA KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOjZ9MYjmyw
Shelby topples, again cradling her face. Desire is infinitely proud of herself. “Finally got you to shut up,” she says. Desire drops a falling fist into Shelby's face, adding an eye gouge for good measure. The referee leans in and warns her her about going for the eyes.
“You mean like this?” Desire asks as she shoves both thumbs in both of Shelby's eyes. The referee starts counting, getting all the way to four. Desire removes her thumbs. “Okay, Sesame Street. You've masted the first few numbers!”
“I swear, Desire, you are close to getting D.Q.ed,” the official warns. His voice is serious so she opts not to argue. Instead hauls Shelby to her feet and whips her to the ropes, catching her with a boot between the breasts on the return trip. Shelby flops to the mat. Desire is obviously proud of herself for reasserting dominance. As Shelby squirms, Desire drops a leg across her chest. She grabs one of Mustang's gams and folds her for a pin.
ONE!…
TW--
Shelby bucks out, irking Desire at gall to not let her win. She hauls Shelby up by her hair. Turning her back to Shelby and stooping, Desire drapes the woman, belly-down, over her right shoulder and stands. Then, the Schoolgirl runs across the ring before flipping Mustang, letting the rookie land with the small of her back hitting the top of the ringpost. Shelby hangs there more a moment, teetering and dazed, before Desire grabs hold of her short hair and slams her head down into the turnbuckle. It's more than impact – now off balance, Shelby slides off the ringpost and lands in the corner on her head. The rest of her body topples over, with her butt in the air.
For Desire, it's too good to be true. It feels like old times. Whether or not those old times ever really existed is unimportant. She's winning. She stomps Shelby's butt down before racing to the opposite corner.
For Shelby, this is not how she imagined her first match going. It's partly her own fault and she knows it. The wrestler she trained over – a late nineties vet named Hse Han – warned her she was was too cocky and it would bite her in the ass. Shelby knew it was true, but she assumed all wrestlers were this cocky. “You believe your own hype,” Hse had said once. “And that'll get you. Even a jobber can be dangerous if you're too caught up in yourself.”
Shelby places her palms on the mat and started to push herself up. She made a mistake in thinking Desire would be easy to beat. She has to turn things around at the first chance. But the first chance isn't here yet as Shelby suddenly finds herself shrieking as Desire baseball slides, feet first, into her crotch. In her entire indie career before this, Shelby had only ever really experienced a few crotch shots. Again, she'd been warned they were common practice in FAWN but you never really realize how little buffer bikini bottoms offer between your holiest of holies and someone's boot until it crashes into your labia. Worse yet, the slide slams her forehead into the ringpost, just under the bottom turnbuckle. It's so Three Stooges that it would be hilarious if Shelby wasn't stuck as the unwilling Curly.
Desire stands on Shelby's back and cups under her chin. She leans back, pulling Shelby's torso back like a mousetrap before releasing. The rookie's face slams back into the mat. She can feel the bruises forming on her face. But her brain is addled and she is confused as Desire props her up in the corner, sitting down, and hikes up her skirt. Shelby sees a with thong with pink hearts very briefly before the darkness of a crotch smother engulfs her face and the realization sets in. Desire holds onto the ropes and wraps her legs around the turnbuckle, grinding herself into the younger wrestler.
“Come on, squirt,” Desire giggles. “This alone is worth the beating I'm giving you.” Desire grits her teeth as she really buries her undercarriage into Shelby's nose. She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to dominate and humiliate. Desire feels herself getting excited and she knew Shelby was now aware of just how excited. It makes it even better. Exhilaration pulses through her body as she tries to snuff Shelby out, almost blotting out the sound of the ref yelling warnings.
Stuck in Desire's crotch, Shelby fights very base urges. Not the ones Desire assumes everyone has for her, and the ones the fans hope she's feeling, but the urge to just bite the ever lovin' hell out of her. That was actually really hard for her early in her training. “Biting seems so obvious,” she'd told Hse. “So does knocking your teeth out,” her teacher replied. “You're not an animal. You're a person. You think. Think your way out.”
As the referee finally gets around to counting, Shelby's hands shoot out and cup Desire's enormous breasts. The Schoolgirl lets out a squeal without thinking. “Someone's finally accepted her fate and wants to party,” Desire giggles. But Shelby's hands turn to talons and sink in and push back as she kicks her feet up. She manages to get them over Desire's shoulders and pry her not just from her face but the ringpost. Slamming Desire to the mat, it's a perfect pin. The ref drops.
One!…
TWO!…
Th---
Desire grabs a rope and pulls away, horrified. She could have kicked out sooner but she was just so shocked by the newcomer simply not being done and, worse yet, using her ingenious smother hold against her. Desire continues, sliding all the way out of the ring and escaping to the concrete floor. Shelby has no interest in letting her rest to catch her breath and rolls out after her, kicking her in the back of a knee. Desire stumbles, slamming her knee on the hard arena floor.
The new pose is perfect for Shelby, who rockets a kick across the back of Desire's skull. Desire slumps to the floor. Shelby reaches down and hugs tightly around her waist. “Oh, your skin's so soft. Do you use lotion?” she asks Desire. “Oh, and this is for my back.” She heaves Desire up to her feet, squeezing tightly around her waist, before launching her backwards with a belly-to-back suplex. The back of Desire's neck lands across the guardrail and she crumples uselessly to the floor, moaning. Shelby reaches for her but somehow Desire finds reserves to push the newbie away. The Canadian hottie uses the guardrail to pull herself up and take a step forward, but Shelby greats her by grabbing hold and planting her back down with a Jumping Shoulder Jawbreaker
JUMPING SHOULDER JAWBREAKER (at 0:10):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G20k80FP0yQ
The concrete isn't any more forgiving this time around when Desire's skull bounces off of it. Her jaw throbs, her head spins, and all she can see are arena lights. Shelby slaps hands with fans and starts showboating, but for Desire, time sort of slows and it becomes so loud it's almost quiet. But out of it all, two nearby fans talking hits her.
“Dude, she's right there,” one says. “I used to be so into her when I was thirteen. I kinda want to touch her.”
“That's how we get banned for life, jackass,” his friend replies. “'Sides, if you're gonna get in trouble, get in trouble for one of the younger, hotter girls.”
“She's still hot,” the other protests before relent, “I mean, she can't wrestle for shit but--”
“Hey, someone has to lose, right?” his friend laughs.
The words sink into Desire's brain. She remembers beating Hoffman years ago and promising herself it was a turning point. It sort of was. She had even less matches after that, and just one more win. Hell, Desire had lost to Agnes Fucking Appleby. Desire was the one win in Agnes's record. And how much longer, really, did she have to turn this around. She thinks of all the fans who'd made jabs and jokes about her losing, all the wrestlers who have groped and had their way with her. Hate burns in her. She won't let herself cry, although raging tears were ready. She has to change things.
Desire blinks, coming to, and realizes she's not outside the ring anymore. She hasn't been for a while. Instead, a knee is in her chest, her leg is raised, and a hand is hitting the mat.
ONE!…
TWO…
THRE--
At the very last millisecond, Desire kicks out.
“Two!” the ref says, holding up two fingers. “Just two!”
Shelby wants to argue but she knows it won't do good. “Never argue with the ref,” Hse warned. “Almost every time, you just turn them against you. They'll notice and nitpick you more and your opponent less.” Shelby nods and looks back to Desire.
The Schoolgirl, for lack of better wording, looks different to Shelby. Desire's eyes go through her, like she's looking down a highway and Shelby happens to be in the way. But there's something else there. She remembers a stray dog around the trailer park when she was a kid. She loved all the dogs but she was always told to leave that stray alone. It had a master once who abused and beat it down, and it always looked fit to snap. One day it did. Shelby felt herself going into the same guarded mode with Desire.
Mustang grabs Desire by the wrist to pull her up. Desire delivers a backhand and an eye poke as she's halfway to her feet. Shelby yelps as Desire slings her to the ropes. Instead of whipping off them, Shelby hops onto the top rope and hurls herself at Desire for a rope-aided hurricanrana. Her calves land over Desire's shoulders but the Schoolgirl grabs them and just powerslams Shelby instead.
“You think you're better than me, you little bitch?!” Desire shrieks as she looms over Shelby. “You think I'm just here to be your fucking springboard?! I'm a fucking wrestler!” Desire slams a boot down on Shelby's throat, choking her. “I don't hear you laughing now! I don't hear anyone laughing now!” The referee counts but Shelby is relatively certain, as far gone as Desire is, he could just as well be reciting Lewis Carroll's “Jabberwocky” backwards and it would mean as much as Desire leans all of her weight into crushing Shelby's throat.
Just as the ref hits five, Desire steps off her throat. She does, however, stomp on both of Shelby's knees before kicking her onto her stomach. Squatting over the newbie, Desire reaches down and pulls Shelby into a camel clutch. But she's trying to do more than hurt the rookie's back. Her hard nails dig into Shelby's cheeks, leaving long red streaks. “Oh, no, not so pretty now!” Desire cackles as she scratches Shelby's face all over like it's a lottery scratch-off. “Now how will you convince the rest of the trash to let you suck 'em off behind the Stuckey's?”
It is becoming very apparent to everyone, fans included, that this is becoming more than a wrestling match. Some like it. Others definitely don't. Shelby is amongst the latter, especially when Desire pulls her tank top up to expose her perky little breasts and pink nipples.
“Not even a bra, huh?” Desire scoffs. “I guess they're not big enough need one. When I joined, if you were under a C cup you prayed they didn't ship you off to FAWN 2 or some other developmental hellhole.” Shelby's face sufficiently scratched up, Desire sets to work on mutilating her breasts. Shelby's nipples are on fire as it feels like Desire's about to remove them. The referee barks commands at Desire to stop this and she sometimes does but sets right back into it. Most officials would disqualify her. Hell, he would, but the sudden shift has even rattled the official.
Once her breasts looking red and raw, Desire releases Shelby. She rolls the rookie onto her back and drops her crotch across Mustang's mouth in a facesit. Desire pulls Shelby's legs up and pushes them apart before clawing onto both thighs and twisting the meat mercilessly like she's trying to rip hunks off. Shelby's screams are muffled and hot on Desire's sex, making the vet moist in more than one way. Still, Shelby keeps her arms up so she can't be pinned. What she's doing is, as far as the referee can tell, by the book so he can do nothing to scold the Schoolgirl.
This goes on for two minutes. Two long, excruciating minutes. Shelby refuses to give up, to her credit, but it only pleases Desire more. The slickness seeping onto Shelby's nose and mouth make it completely clear how happy this all makes her opponent. She realizes she is in more trouble than she could have known. But Desire does tire of clawing into the rookie and instead begins pounding her fist into the woman's crotch. This the ref knows is illegal and, once more, he threatens her and once more she goes until the last second.
Desire stands and takes Shelby in. Her face is purple and greasy. The agony is written across her face. And she's still very green, so this all took a lot out of her. A more experienced wrestler might still have a lot in them but Desire is relatively certain she could get a submission or a pin is she wanted to.
But she doesn't want that. She wants revenge. On everyone.
But since only Shelby is here, she'll have to do.
“You want to bring up my past?” Desire hisses. “You wanna talk about what Jewel Devine did to me? Let me walk you through it and see if you handle it better.” Desire pulls Shelby up, holding her from behind and fondles her pink nipples. Shelby winces as the stink, still tender from the rough handling earlier. Desire is surprisingly gentle, though, trying to get the nipples good and stiff. It's very distracting for Shelby. Again, she knew this is how FAWN works but knowing it and experiencing it are very, VERY different things. Desire spins Shelby around, folds her down, tucks her head between her thighs and powerslams the Trailer Park Princess. Shelby starfishes, groaning.
Desire bends down. “Now, I do believe she also exposed me like this.” She rips Shelby's bottoms to the side to expose her sex. “Now, of course, before this, she'd worn me down and been trying to get me hot and bothered.” Desire strokes the exposed areas of Shelby. “But we don't have time for all of that, now do we? I guess we'll jump to the…” Desire grins. “Climax.”
Desire pulls Shelby up and over her shoulder, facing down. Pulling her bottoms down further, the Schoolgirl caresses Shelby's womanhood, prepping it, before slowly dipping it in and stimulating the rookie. Shelby lets a soft moan escape as Desire begins working her over.
“Goodness, you're not fighting me very well,” Desire laughs. “You made it sound like this is something you could easily escape from.” Shelby feels herself getting wetter and wetter as the blonde works her over. “So here's a spoiler. In a second, you're going to cum all over yourself, and me. Then I'm going to pin you. And then I'm going to give you some after-match entertainment. But now what Jewel did to me.” Shelby gasps as more digits enter her. “No, I'm going to show you what being a loser really means.”
Shelby fights to uncloud her mind. While her lower half tingles, she raises an elbow and slams it down into the base of Desire's neck. Desire falters, but starts again. Shelby elbows her again. And again. And finally, one more time and Desire seems stunned just enough to disengage her hand. The Indianan slides off her shoulder, almost falling backwards, and grabs and pulls up her bottoms.
Great, she thinks. I'd hoped it would be a while because everyone saw the goods.
Desire snaps back and slams the back of her fist across Shelby's face. She does it again and Shelby spins, but also slams a foot into Desire's side. The Schoolgirl takes the hit and growls. Shelby tries for another, but this time Desire catches the foot, so Mustang kicks up her other foot across the Schoolgirl's temple. Both women spill to the mat and slowly stir. The manage to rise at just the same time, but it's Shelby who sprints forward.
Whatever she'd planned on doing, though, doesn't happen. Desire catches her in a bearhug, lifts her, and once more drops her crotch on her knee. Shelby shudders but, still in the hug, grabs Desire by the pigtails and brings her in for a headbutt. Again, both women release and stumble back.
Once more, Shelby is the first to attack. She swoops in for a forearm, which Desire catches. “You don't learn, do you?” the Schoolgirl asks. Desire twists the arm behind Shelby's back before shoving her down to her knees. The vet then places her own knee on Shelby's back while trying to rip the arm for the stump. Shelby screams in agony, but refuses submission. Desire pulls the knee off but keep hold of the arm. Then she jumps and drives both knees into the base of Shelby's back.
Mustang flattens out, groaning in agony. “You shoulda let me bring you to climax,” Desire taunts. “It woulda been a lot nicer for you.” She pulls Shelby up by her hair and looks her in the eyes. “Because was I'm going to do after I beat you will live on as some of the most depraved acts FAWN has ever seen. Miriam Gaiman will blush when talking about it.” Shelby tries to reply but exhaustion is finally hitting her.
Desire walks the woman to the corner and slings her to the ground. The Schoolgirl climbs to the top of the ringpost and turns for a splash but Shelby is no longer there. A second wind hitting her, the younger wrestler is up and at the corner, slamming her forearm into Desire's gut. For her part, the Canadian sexpot tries to shove Shelby away but eventually it's too much and she starts to crumple. That's just the opening Shelby needs for an Iconoclasm.
ICONOCLASM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coGmj8Ru5eg
Desire lands on her shoulders, folded perfectly for a pin. But Shelby doesn't even try. She has something different in store. Flipping Desire over, Shelby wraps her legs around the Schoolgirl's throat and locks her in a Trailer Trap!
TRAILER TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8o66G2lVVk
Desire's eyes bulge and she pries at Shelby's legs but makes no headway. She tries to reach for the ropes but Mustang holds her in place. Desire faces a fact: she either submits or goes unconscious. She hesitates as her face turns purple, but finally, seeing not other option, Desire taps.
The bell sounds as Shelby releases the hold. The referee does his best to get between the women as he raises her arm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission – SHELBY MUSTANG!”
Shelby's heart swells as the arena of fans get to their feet and cheer her on. It's overwhelming. She'd been told it would be but she feels her heart swelling as she realizes thousands of people are chanting for her – more including all those watching at home. It's better than she could have ever hoped for, except, y'know, for being exposed, having her face and breasts clawed up, her nipples played with and being fondled.
Oh, and being punched in the head from behind.
Shelby falls to the mat. The ref turns to yell but Desire hoists him on her shoulder and launches him over the top rope and to the floor outside. She checks to make sure he didn't land in a way to end his (and her) career, but resumes her work when she sees he's just out.
Desire storms over to Shelby, who is trying to get up. “I'm not even close to done with you, slut.” She grabs a handful of hair and slings Shelby into a corner. The young grappler slams between turnbuckles, her shoulder meeting the ringpost. “This is another time honored tradition in FAWN.” She grabs Shelby's bottoms and rips them to her ankles before slamming a boot into her unprotected pussy. Mustang howls and drops to her knees. “Oh, if you can't take this, it's best you go somewhere else to play wrestler.”
Taking another handful of hair, Desire slams Shelby backwards flat on the mat. “Look at it like this. You're going to either learn you don't belong here, or that you're a submissive exhibitionist.” She smiles. “Or maybe both. You look like an overachiever.”
Desire gets on all fours and climbs Shelby's length. She wraps her legs under Mustang's head, crushing her face into her crotch for a smother. Then the Schoolgirl slides her hand between Shelby's thighs and beings stimulation. “Let's see what happens first. Will you pass out? Will you cum? Who says learning isn't fun?”
Trapped, Shelby can only squirm and shiver. She slaps uselessly at Desire's sides and tries to pull away but no luck. Soon, the throbbing rhythm begins to overtake her and she's also fighting her body giving in to Desire's touch. For Desire, it's perfect. She's winning on her terms. Of course, her terms didn't include two boots slamming into the side of her head in a dropkick.
KELLI LOVE:
TRIXIE “JINX” DECKER:
When Desire gathers herself and looks back, she sees Shelby's sweating body on the mat being pulled away by Kelli Love. Between them and Desire stands Trixie Decker, obviously enraged by the whole display. Desire claps. “Oh, good! It's FAWN's resident busybodies! I was wondering if I'd ever meet you.” She laughs. “No, just kidding. You mean nothing. Give me back my toy.”
Kelli checks on Shelby. “You okay? You need an EMT?” The white trash girl shakes her head but coughs, trying to pull in all the air she can. When Desire takes a step towards them, Decker blocks her.
“I get that your ego's hurt and all, Desire, but you've proven the point no one needed proven – that you can't handle losing to a better fighter.”
“If she's better,” Desire hisses, “then she doesn't need you here to protect her.” The Schoolgirl smirks. “Oh, wait. You're the slut who wants to fuck everyone she wrestles.” Desire claps. “Is that why you're here? Honey, I have enough for all three of you. All you have to do is ask.”
Trixie steps forward. “You know, I had a match get postponed, but I'm happy to replan my evening breaking you into piles of memories and failure.”
“We both know that you and the Backseat Battalion over there owe it to me for paving the way for you two B-Grade twits even being here. But I'd love to take you apart, Decker,” Desire says, stepping closer. Being taller and more endowed, she's able to slam her tits into Trixie's face. “Either one of you. But we both know you just want a chance to have your tiny, worthless body rocked by a real woman.” Desire cocks an eyebrow. “And careful, hon. Once I'm done with you, you'll never be the same.”
Before Trixie can respond, FAWN security shows up to separate them. Trixie looks back at the guards and then to Desire, but the Schoolgirl has lept from the ring. She runs up the ramp, laughing and flipping everyone off. While officially tonight was a loss, it feels like a huge win.
Getting to her feet, Shelby seems sheepish. She looks at Kelli and Trixie. “Uh, thanks. This is not how I imagined my first bigtime match.”
“It's never how you imagine it,” Trixie assures her.
“And it could be WAY worse,” Kelli adds.
“You did good, though,” Trixie says to the newbie. “You beat her fair and square. You're starting off with a hard-fought for W. But the other ones won't be any easier.”
Shelby nods. “That's okay. I didn't come here to prove I could get easy wins. I came here to prove who I am.”
“And tonight,” Kelli says, holding Shelby's arm up, “that's the woman who deserves all these cheers.”
Shelby looks out over the crowd and beams. Yeah, she thinks, I am. I really am.