Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:00:18 GMT
“Introducing first, hailing from Casper, Wyoming, she stands at five feet and seven inches of height and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty five pounds...please welcome the Angel of the Arcade…HANNH MARIE PORTER!”
HANNAH MARIE PORTER
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The number of FAWNatics in their seats and raising a cheer was perhaps surprising given how early in the crowd this particular match was taking place. Apparently the rumours and hints of a surprising debut, which had been spreading through the promotion’s forums and social media for the last 48 hours, had done their work. Certainly this seemed to be good news for HMP, who flashed a huge smile and slapped every hand she could see as she made her way down to the ring.
The journey up onto the apron and through the ropes seemed to raise the Game Goddess’ adrenaline even more, as she shook out her long black hair and bumped her fist on the golden Triforce symbol on her forest-green crop, receiving an answering roar. Hannah had yet to make it past the curtain jerking stage of her career thus far but there was no doubt that her gaming background and easy banter earned her a lot of love from the fans. And that trim and toned body, highlighted by boyshorts which matched her top and vintage Converse on her feet, definitely didn’t hurt her popularity.
“And her oppo….” The announcer paused as he and the rest of the arena were plunged into a darkness which not one of the front-of-house staff seemed to be expecting. There was confusion for a second and the announcer raised the mic to his lips again and readied for a second try when…
“ALL OF THE LIGHTS!” (https://youtu.be/HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m5s )
At least a dozen spotlights lit up in different parts of the arena, swirling slowly across the crowd and converging on the point at the top of the ramp. A figure strode purposefully out into this pool of light and…immediately left it again, stamping over to one side and dragging a worried-looking cameraman by the hand. After moving him into what she must have decided was the perfect position to capture her good side, the new girl spread her arms wide and held the pose for a second as Rhianna’s voice insisted that she ‘wants you to see everything’.
Bathed in light, it was easy to make out the new girl’s long dark hair which fell loose to her shoulders, although huge sunglasses with a clearly visible Chanel logo covered her eyes. Her torso and arms were largely covered by a cream leather jacket, but this was open at the front to reveal a grey sports bra containing some serious cleavage and with the letters Z and S monogrammed around the lower band. This was mirrored on the waistband of her briefs which let a good inch of honey-tanned derriere spill beneath them, and the eye was then drawn to a pair of toned legs, briefly interrupted by white kneepads and ending in some camo-printed hi-top sneakers with Yeezy branding.
After this brief moment of calm every light really did come on, strobing wildly throughout the huge auditorium. The new girl gave a dab and a brief hip-hop shimmy as she set off down the ramp, the spotlights following to keep her visible despite the flashing chaos around. She paused impatiently to beckon the harried cameraman along then continued, smiling around her and waving but noticeably avoiding any and all outstretched audience hands before they could actually touch her.
With the lighting finally returning to some sort of calm, the announcer took a third attempt at doing his job. “Hailing from the Kingdom of Dubai, standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds…” Finally reaching the apron, the new girl carefully shrugged off her jacket and removed those sunglasses so that the camera had a good shot of her face as the announcer finished “…ZOË SCOTT!”
ZOE SCOTT
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A slight audience buzz followed this announcement, a good few fans finally recognising the name as the Instagram and gossip magazine favourite. But those at ringside were paying more attention to the woman Zoë handed her possessions to, who was dressed in black with a black baseball cap shadowing her face but barely covering a mass of messy blonde hair. Certainly Hannah was quick to spot this.
“Hey stripes” She called to Merle the referee, “This isn’t a co-op game. PvP only.” He just shrugged, but Zoë’s head turned away from her whisper with her assistant. Dismissing the black-clad woman with a point and click of her fingers, she vaulted the ropes like a veteran high flyer and closed to within a few feet of the Game Goddess. Porter quickly chested forwards and Merle was over too to get in between, but Scott seemed content with just throwing a sneer rather than any physical offence.
“I wouldn’t expect someone who spends their time scoffing Cheetos and getting groped by neckbeards to understand the need for an assistant.” Scott’s voice had a Texan twang but sharp English overtones. “But trust me nerd, I don’t need or want any help to handle the likes of you.”
“Let me help that addled brain of yours. I wanted to be out here beating either that disgusting child that you call your lightweight champion or the Burlingame midget she managed to rob. But the people who employ you feel that I need to ‘establish myself with the fanbase' before I get to light up your lightweights. So your deal for today is to try not to be too gross and take your beating like a big girl, ok? I have much more important things to do and I’m sure your mom’s basement is missing it’s dweller.”
HMP rolled her eyes but held her fire while Merle finished his checks. Then, as soon as the bell had rung, she raised both hands and an eyebrow, both a clear invitation. “How about you step up and 1v1 me noob?” Zoë seemed only too happy to do this, striding in to grasp a rough collar and elbow tie up which was reciprocated by the taller girl.
Immediately Porter’s height and weight advantage became obvious. Zoë began to straighten up and then lean back, taking one backwards step and then another until they were nearing the ringposts. Hannah couldn’t hide her enjoyment, but her pleasure vanished when the socialite took one last step and pivoted sideways to rotate them both through 180 degrees so that her own back ended up on the turnbuckles.
Merle called for the break straight away and HMP helped his request with a big shove on the smaller girl. Scott’s hands came up to concede the break, but then one flashed out in a THUMPING bytch slap which spun the Angel of the Arcade’s head to the side. Porter’s face snapped back in a heartbeat and her hands were already up to retaliate, but Zoë had danced away to a chorus of boos and now addressed her from the relative safety of centre ring.
“Just so we’re clear, Geek Chic, that’s the way girls like you get treated by women like me.”
Porter snarled at the insult and powered off towards the snide girl, arms out and head going down as she tried for a tackle. Unfortunately for her the move was a little too ponderous, Zoë dodging left and spinning to hook a tight side headlock. With HMP’s strong legs still driving her forwards the expat took a few steps herself until they were moving at some pace and then jumped up and dropped to her butt, dragging Porter’s noggin along for a nasty bulldog.
Hannah bounced free from the impact and was quickly up onto all fours, shaking her head a little to clear the cobwebs. She scrambled to her feet just as Zoë, who had taken a second to bask in the crowd’s adulation and been rewarded with nothing but apathy and a few boos, spun round with a sneer and hooked another side headlock. She used this to steer her captive round through 180° again and set off on another run, apparently deciding that two bulldogs were better than one.
Hannah could tell exactly what was happening and didn’t fancy any of it. With Scott setting off in another run she staggered a few steps, but then got both arms up and gave a mighty heave, using her opponent’s forward momentum to send her sprawling towards the ringpost. Taken by surprise, Zoë had no time to turn and smashed into the top buckle chest first, the impact rocking her backwards and straight into the crooked lariat HMP had aimed at her chest.
GOLDEN AXE (https://youtu.be/rQtOgk-IwCI )
The augmented blow had Zoë on her back and gasping, her head resting on the bottom turnbuckle, and the opportunity was just too good for Hannah to pass up. She backed away a few steps and then rushed forward, leaving her feet to land with her legs spread either side of the ring post. This meant that Scott got a face full of green-clad crotch, knocking her head back and causing an expression of extreme disgust to spread across it. She reached up to push the Game Goddess away and made it halfway to vertical before a Chuck Taylor buried into her stomach.
“Get her out of the corner Hannah” Merle demanded, but Porter didn’t seem to be listening. Instead she was busy flexing for the audience, the cheers spurring her on to try another of her signature spots. “Ever hear of Chun Li, noob?” Zoë was too busy coughing from the belly kick to respond, but the crowd did, their cheers getting even louder as the Game Goddess took a step back, yelled “hyakaretsu kyaku!” exactly like her idol, and flashed her leg up again and again as quickly as she could.
Sadly despite all her skill she couldn’t quite achieve the legspeed of her SFII main, but she’d still landed a good six or seven kicks to Zoë’s abdomen before the embattled socialite managed to get a hand up and take a firm grasp of the offending ankle. Cursing inwardly, HMP leaned back and gave her leg a violent shake in hopes of escaping the trap, but Scott had other ideas, spinning to the side and taking the limb with her so that Porter was forced into an unexpected splits position.
HMP’s mouth widened into an ‘O’ of pain and she quickly brought her legs back together, hands massaging the strain in her upper calves. Observing this, a sneer briefly crossed Scott’s face and then she was back to business, stepping one foot into the space between Porter’s writhing gams and hauling her up to standing. The taller girl had just got her legs properly underneath her when Zoë transitioned both hands into a waist lock, lifted up with surprising strength, then dropped her back down so that the middle of Hannah’ trunks dropped hard onto one posted knee.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP (https://youtu.be/AsYRmlPf0yE )
Zoë fired a forearm smash into Porter’s mewling jaw to knock her onto her back and then dived on top of her, hooking a leg as Merle slid in to count…
ONE
TWoooo
Hannah’s arms shot up off the canvas and shoved the socialite off to one side, rolling the other way whilst still massaging her aching centre. Zoë rose to a high kneel and pushed the hair from her eyes. “Should’ve stayed down girl,” she advised. “My time is money, and you really can’t afford to pay for much longer.”
“I’ve got more extra lives than you can count, trust fund, and the only money you gotta worry about right now is my fistful of quarters.” Hannah illustrated this point by rolling to her knees and flashing out a fist, which despite not being quite a loaded as she was suggesting still smashed into Scott’s jaw with a satisfying enough CRUNCH.
Zoë lurched onto her side and reached one hand up to check her lip for blood. Satisfied that she was still in one piece, she looked up just in time to see HMP’s feet descending towards her, the Game Goddess landing a nasty double stomp into her ribcage. “Got that one from Mario” she confided to Merle, who gave a polite nod but seemed more concerned with the wellbeing of the brunette coughing on the matt.
These noises were music to Hannah’s ears. Rising and moving around to the downed girl’s six, Porter started loudly humming the theme from Space Invaders, joined in enthusiastically by those retro gaming fans in the crowd. She kept a quick eye out for the ‘assistant’ Scott had brought down to the ring, but the black clad girl was still on her foldaway chair by the announce table and didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in trying to stop her.
Inside the ropes, her employer rose slowly to one knee and then back to a crouch. Hannah took this as her cue, bouncing back a few steps and then sprinting forward into a graceful spin. At the apex of the rotation one leg shot out to SLAM into the back of Scott’s head and send her sprawling back on her face via a beautiful jumping roundhouse.
SPACE INVADER (https://youtu.be/o_UpPquOax0 )
Scott hit the matt head first and sprawled out full length, unable to put up much resistance as HMP crawled over her and took a grip of her far leg to start Merle’s count
ONE
TWoooo
Zoë gave a heavy shove and kicked her captured leg out, the force pushing her out from under Hannah just as Merle’s hand hit the matt for the second time. Porter gave a quick glance over at him, holding three fingers up more in hope than expectation, but bounded to her feet without skipping a beat when he shook his head.
Standing over the discombobulated socialite, Hannah fired a couple of short kicks out to help persuade her to stay where she was and then raised her hands up for the crowd. “Retro time!” she shouted, and the enthusiastic response from the crowd helped her scamper up the buckles and turn into a low crouch on the ringpost, ready for her signature frogger splash.
Remembering her situation the Game Goddess gave another quick check on the mysterious ‘assistant’ outside the ring, who was still happily seated and was now nonchalantly browsing Facebook on her smartphone. After a long glance she decided that the lack of interest was probably genuine and launched herself out into the void, crunching her knees up to her chest and then spreading them rapidly again so that her stomach…
…come down hard on the upraised kneepads of Zoë Scott. Porter gave a wheezing gasp as the air was driven forcibly out of her body and then slid off to land wetly on the matt. Next to her the recovered socialite stood up and gave herself a theatrical dusting off. “Not good enough, girl” she drawled, “let me show you how a real star goes about her business.”
Hauling the gulping Porter up to her feet, Zoë led her over to the corner and propped her there. The taller girl swung a wild haymaker which was neatly ducked by Scott, slipping her body through the ropes to one side. Hannah was then helpless as she felt the socialite’s arms wrap quickly round her neck yank down hard, Zoë dropping off the apron to deliver a rope assisted neck breaker which snapped the bigger girl’s body up and back to land parallel to the corner.
Zoë was back up on the apron in an instant, using the top strand as a slingshot to fire her back into the ring and then releasing to complete a high, graceful somersault. The audience couldn’t help but offer a few coos of appreciation at the grace and athleticism on display, but turned quickly to boos when the move ended with Scott’s full weight crash landing onto their favourite’s torso courtesy of a lovely Slingshot Somersault Senton.
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON (https://youtu.be/OB1YrfXmobw )
Despite the feeling of her ribcage having been flattened Hannah’s fighting instincts were strong, and as such she rolled over onto her front to prevent a pin as soon as she felt the smaller girl’s weight shift off her. Unfortunately for her this meant she gave up he back, and Zoë was only too eager to take advantage. Diving across the green-clad expanse she used one hand to lift the Game Goddess’ face from the matt while the other snared her arm and pulled it down in between those tanned legs. Then all Scott had to do was link her arms and lean back to put Porter in a whole world of hurt.
ARM TRAP CROSSFACE (https://youtu.be/XdFek-TVtkg )
“Don’t ask her if she wants to submit just yet” Zoë spoke as if delivering an instruction to an underling as Merle dropped down to start doing just that. “This crowd has paid to see what I can do and I’m sure Hannah here would hate to disappoint them.” Despite the order Merle did his job, but Porter waggled a finger to silence him before he’d even got past the first word of his question.
“guhhhh Fukkkk youuuuu noob” Porter spoke awkwardly through the hands which were squashing her nose and mouth. “You’re not even the first boss, never mind his boss…” With that she kicked her legs and wriggled her body round until she could spy the ropes a few feet away. The journey to get there was an agonising one with 119lbs of expat wrenching on her neck and shoulder, but after thirty seconds of hurt the fingertips of her free hand managed to brush the bottom strand and she awkwardly yelled “break!”
Merle saw this and responded within an instant, tapping Zoë on the shoulder and saying “let her go miss, she’s in the ropes.” This got absolutely no response, but as Merle moved on from asking and started counting she let go with both hands and scrambled to her feet, quickly closing to within a few inches of the startled man’s face.
“You do not get to tell me what to do and you will not touch me again.” Zoë’s expression was furious but she quickly regained control, dismissing the man with a wave of her hand and rounding on her opponent who had used the ropes as a ladder to make it to her feet and was rubbing angrily at her abused neck.
Porter flicked out a toe kick, but this was swatted aside by the angry socialite. She bustled in and fired a shot kneelift into the gamer girl’s gut, bending her double again. From there it was the work of an instant to hook a front facelock and haul her up into vertical suplex position, rotating as she did so that they were parallel to the ropes. But then the upward momentum stalled, Zoë holding her burden upright for a split second and then dropping them both forward to that HMP’s face and chest SLAMMED down from a great height.
“My image consultant wanted me to call that a Dubai Facelift,” Zoë mused to the pile of human wreckage in front of her. “I fired him of course, but now that I’m in the moment it does have a certain ring to it.” Scott turned to the crowd and raised her hands in a quizzical sort of gesture, but still she received only boos, although it wasn’t certain whether these were aimed at the move name or the questioner.
Turning back to her prey, Zoë bent down to grab two handfuls of black hair and lifted up again, bringing porter back to her feet. Hannah’s legs were looking decidedly wobbly but her eyes were clear enough. “You talk too much noob,” Porter snarled as she swung out a forearm smash which staggered the smaller girl back a few steps. “Gave me a chance to get some power uGAH BITCH!.”
Zoë just launched a flat slap across her chops, shutting her mouth firmly. “Quiet, geek, I’m talking.” Porter’s head snapped back round and she launched another huge forearm, only to have Scott duck neatly under and then stand up, capturing the outstretched arm with her far one.
“Now this one,” Zoë’s tone was back to conversational. “This one I liked the name of. De-Listed. It fits so well, see?” To demonstrate , Scott raised one brawny leg up in front of her and then back at speed, simultaneously somersaulting forward at the same time. This ended with her landing in a light forward roll but Porter was not nearly so lucky, having her legs swept out from under her and sent spinning until the back of her neck was DRIVEN into the canvas.
DE-LISTER (https://youtu.be/9eG8CZ8lIJU )
Hannah ended up stacked on her shoulders, and given the visible sag in the rest of her body it was likely that Scott could have just hung on and got the win. She, however, was clearly not ready to vacate centre stage just yet, letting Porter’s body slump to the canvas while she scrambled to her feet and over to the nearest ring post, grasping the ropes and hopping lightly up the buckles. On reaching the top Zoë took a nanosecond to catch her balance, and then looked out at the audience again.
“Anyone want to know how I got here tonight?” she shouted into the darkness, receiving mainly jeers but a few shouts of both no and ‘YES!’. Satisfied that she’d managed to get something out of them besides a boo, she turned to face directly away from Hannah’s prone form on the matt and said “Simple. I flew.” And then she bent her knees and launched herself backward, rotating through a gorgeous slow flip and a faster axle spin so that her torso and legs came down with hellacious force to CRUSH Porter’s abdomen into the matt.
GULFSTREAM ( youtu.be/9kOq8L8s2uY )
Raising her head a few inches off the matt, Hannah let out a silent scream at the thundering pain in her upper body. Zoë was also feeling hurt from the impact, albeit to a much lesser extent than her opponent, so she gave herself a second to catch her breath and absorb the reasonably positive ‘HOLY SHIT’ chants echoing around the arena. Then she pressed up to a crouch and kneewalked over to her victim.
“You’ve got lucky, nerdlinger. Everyone has slready forgotten your pathetic career, but in a few years you get to be the answer to the quiz question “who did the FAWN legend Zoe Scott humiliate in her first ever match in the company?’, and so your name might live on for far longer than you deserve. Aren’t you blessed!”
The entire crowd was expecting Zoë to go for a cover which would have surely been academic at this point, and Merle had even squatted down ready to start his count. But the socialite had other ideas, wanting to make sure that Hannah and everyone else in attendance got a clear view of why she deserved to be in the spotlight.
The process started with Zoë lifting Porter’s torso and sliding underneath to scissor her arms. Then she flexed her legs hard, bringing them together so the Game Goddess’ shoulders were forced back and down. After a quick check to make sure the ropes were definitely out of reach Scott s-gripped her hands behind her lolling head, leaned back and pulled hard, forcing the bigger girls neck and shoulders further apart from each other than they had ever been before.
SPOTLIGHT ( youtu.be/UvakBqlG4Ts )
Brought back to full wakefulness by the waves of agony pulsating though her neck and shoulders, Hannah let out a groggy scream which actually increased in pitch when Zoë wrenched back an inch or so further. “You won’t get to share the spotlight for long, nerd girl, so try to make the most of it” she heard her tormentor say, but this barely registered over the rushing of blood in her ears.
What did register was Merle, urgently asking “Hannah, do you want to give up? Tell me something girl.” Porter gritted her teeth for a second, but another scream managed to sneak out between them, “GraAAAAARGH LEMMEE GOOOO noOOOOOBURGH I GIVE! I GIVEGETTEROFFAMEEEEE!!!”
Merle spun around and called for the bell, but Zoë sowed no real response beyond a satisfied nod as she heard it ring and then the announcer calling her name to the crowd. By this time they were booing her refusal to release the hold, and Porter had given way to mewling and begging to be released, but Zoë thought she had one last trick that would at least get the audience back onside.
Releasing the necklock but keeping her legs scissored tightly, Zoë looked down at her defeated opponent with an almost schoolmistressy expression. “Silly girl, you let your face go all red and blotchy. I can’t let that face spoil my spotlight. We’ll have to cover it up.” With that she shuffled her bum forwards a few inches and then bent her torso down, wrapping her hands once more around Porter’s abused noggin. But this time there was no yanking back and no audible screaming; Scott had buried the gamer girl’s face deep into her enveloping grey-clad cleavage.
Merle was back over like a shot, tapping again on the expat’s shoulder. “C’mon miss, you’ve won, there’s no need for that” he implored. Zoë didn’t even look at him, but she glanced over her shoulder to where her assistant had spent the last ten minutes and snapped “Bel!”, then went right back to her smother.
The blonde jumped up, assessing the situation for a second. Then she had quickly stowed the smartphone and shaken off her jacket, revealing a strappy top which showed off no small amount of buxom cleavage. A few more seconds passed, by which time she had slid noiselessly into the ring and had one hand on Merle’s shoulder. The anxious man looked up in surprise and was quickly on his feet, hands raised to ward any potential threat.
ISOBEL LAMONT
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But it seemed that ‘Bel’ only wanted to talk. In a slow Texan drawl she intoned “Miss Scott has and is comporting herself in a manner which is entirely expected within this promotion. Kindly do not impede her.”
Merle gave another nervous glance down at the scene in front of him. Porter was frantically kicking her legs, the crowd cheering as the fleshy prison sucked her life even as they had cheered for her earlier. For all Merle’s worries about oxygen deprivation this wasn’t an unusual scene in FAWN, and besides, he wasn’t sure if he could do anything with the big blonde standing in his way.
Raising his voice Merle said “You let her go the second she goes out, Zoë, do you understand?” And hoped that his tone sounded more certain than he felt. There was no response from Scott or her blonde companion, but as Porter’s legs went from jerking to slowly bicycling and then doing nothing but quivering on the matt, Zoë unlocked her arms and let the jug-shocked gamer drop.
She took a second to give a surprisingly cheerful wave and blow a kiss into the crowd, although the main response to these was still mainly boos. Then she had pushed past her associate and taken a firm grasp of Merle's collar, her other hand waving an accusing finger inches from his nose.
“If you ever touch me again without permission, my assistant here will break your arm and my family will ensure that your career never recovers. Now get out of my spotlight.” Merle waved a startled hand in supplication but Scott had already moved on, spinning with a swish of hair and collecting her neatly folded jacket and shades from her assistant.
Once she had donned her accessories Scott took another lap of the ring, seemingly ignoring the boos. Then, after posing for a quick photo with her victim, she flipped smoothly over the ropes, dropped to the floor and set off back up the ramp.
HANNAH MARIE PORTER
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The number of FAWNatics in their seats and raising a cheer was perhaps surprising given how early in the crowd this particular match was taking place. Apparently the rumours and hints of a surprising debut, which had been spreading through the promotion’s forums and social media for the last 48 hours, had done their work. Certainly this seemed to be good news for HMP, who flashed a huge smile and slapped every hand she could see as she made her way down to the ring.
The journey up onto the apron and through the ropes seemed to raise the Game Goddess’ adrenaline even more, as she shook out her long black hair and bumped her fist on the golden Triforce symbol on her forest-green crop, receiving an answering roar. Hannah had yet to make it past the curtain jerking stage of her career thus far but there was no doubt that her gaming background and easy banter earned her a lot of love from the fans. And that trim and toned body, highlighted by boyshorts which matched her top and vintage Converse on her feet, definitely didn’t hurt her popularity.
“And her oppo….” The announcer paused as he and the rest of the arena were plunged into a darkness which not one of the front-of-house staff seemed to be expecting. There was confusion for a second and the announcer raised the mic to his lips again and readied for a second try when…
“ALL OF THE LIGHTS!” (https://youtu.be/HAfFfqiYLp0?t=1m5s )
At least a dozen spotlights lit up in different parts of the arena, swirling slowly across the crowd and converging on the point at the top of the ramp. A figure strode purposefully out into this pool of light and…immediately left it again, stamping over to one side and dragging a worried-looking cameraman by the hand. After moving him into what she must have decided was the perfect position to capture her good side, the new girl spread her arms wide and held the pose for a second as Rhianna’s voice insisted that she ‘wants you to see everything’.
Bathed in light, it was easy to make out the new girl’s long dark hair which fell loose to her shoulders, although huge sunglasses with a clearly visible Chanel logo covered her eyes. Her torso and arms were largely covered by a cream leather jacket, but this was open at the front to reveal a grey sports bra containing some serious cleavage and with the letters Z and S monogrammed around the lower band. This was mirrored on the waistband of her briefs which let a good inch of honey-tanned derriere spill beneath them, and the eye was then drawn to a pair of toned legs, briefly interrupted by white kneepads and ending in some camo-printed hi-top sneakers with Yeezy branding.
After this brief moment of calm every light really did come on, strobing wildly throughout the huge auditorium. The new girl gave a dab and a brief hip-hop shimmy as she set off down the ramp, the spotlights following to keep her visible despite the flashing chaos around. She paused impatiently to beckon the harried cameraman along then continued, smiling around her and waving but noticeably avoiding any and all outstretched audience hands before they could actually touch her.
With the lighting finally returning to some sort of calm, the announcer took a third attempt at doing his job. “Hailing from the Kingdom of Dubai, standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and nineteen pounds…” Finally reaching the apron, the new girl carefully shrugged off her jacket and removed those sunglasses so that the camera had a good shot of her face as the announcer finished “…ZOË SCOTT!”
ZOE SCOTT
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A slight audience buzz followed this announcement, a good few fans finally recognising the name as the Instagram and gossip magazine favourite. But those at ringside were paying more attention to the woman Zoë handed her possessions to, who was dressed in black with a black baseball cap shadowing her face but barely covering a mass of messy blonde hair. Certainly Hannah was quick to spot this.
“Hey stripes” She called to Merle the referee, “This isn’t a co-op game. PvP only.” He just shrugged, but Zoë’s head turned away from her whisper with her assistant. Dismissing the black-clad woman with a point and click of her fingers, she vaulted the ropes like a veteran high flyer and closed to within a few feet of the Game Goddess. Porter quickly chested forwards and Merle was over too to get in between, but Scott seemed content with just throwing a sneer rather than any physical offence.
“I wouldn’t expect someone who spends their time scoffing Cheetos and getting groped by neckbeards to understand the need for an assistant.” Scott’s voice had a Texan twang but sharp English overtones. “But trust me nerd, I don’t need or want any help to handle the likes of you.”
“Let me help that addled brain of yours. I wanted to be out here beating either that disgusting child that you call your lightweight champion or the Burlingame midget she managed to rob. But the people who employ you feel that I need to ‘establish myself with the fanbase' before I get to light up your lightweights. So your deal for today is to try not to be too gross and take your beating like a big girl, ok? I have much more important things to do and I’m sure your mom’s basement is missing it’s dweller.”
HMP rolled her eyes but held her fire while Merle finished his checks. Then, as soon as the bell had rung, she raised both hands and an eyebrow, both a clear invitation. “How about you step up and 1v1 me noob?” Zoë seemed only too happy to do this, striding in to grasp a rough collar and elbow tie up which was reciprocated by the taller girl.
Immediately Porter’s height and weight advantage became obvious. Zoë began to straighten up and then lean back, taking one backwards step and then another until they were nearing the ringposts. Hannah couldn’t hide her enjoyment, but her pleasure vanished when the socialite took one last step and pivoted sideways to rotate them both through 180 degrees so that her own back ended up on the turnbuckles.
Merle called for the break straight away and HMP helped his request with a big shove on the smaller girl. Scott’s hands came up to concede the break, but then one flashed out in a THUMPING bytch slap which spun the Angel of the Arcade’s head to the side. Porter’s face snapped back in a heartbeat and her hands were already up to retaliate, but Zoë had danced away to a chorus of boos and now addressed her from the relative safety of centre ring.
“Just so we’re clear, Geek Chic, that’s the way girls like you get treated by women like me.”
Porter snarled at the insult and powered off towards the snide girl, arms out and head going down as she tried for a tackle. Unfortunately for her the move was a little too ponderous, Zoë dodging left and spinning to hook a tight side headlock. With HMP’s strong legs still driving her forwards the expat took a few steps herself until they were moving at some pace and then jumped up and dropped to her butt, dragging Porter’s noggin along for a nasty bulldog.
Hannah bounced free from the impact and was quickly up onto all fours, shaking her head a little to clear the cobwebs. She scrambled to her feet just as Zoë, who had taken a second to bask in the crowd’s adulation and been rewarded with nothing but apathy and a few boos, spun round with a sneer and hooked another side headlock. She used this to steer her captive round through 180° again and set off on another run, apparently deciding that two bulldogs were better than one.
Hannah could tell exactly what was happening and didn’t fancy any of it. With Scott setting off in another run she staggered a few steps, but then got both arms up and gave a mighty heave, using her opponent’s forward momentum to send her sprawling towards the ringpost. Taken by surprise, Zoë had no time to turn and smashed into the top buckle chest first, the impact rocking her backwards and straight into the crooked lariat HMP had aimed at her chest.
GOLDEN AXE (https://youtu.be/rQtOgk-IwCI )
The augmented blow had Zoë on her back and gasping, her head resting on the bottom turnbuckle, and the opportunity was just too good for Hannah to pass up. She backed away a few steps and then rushed forward, leaving her feet to land with her legs spread either side of the ring post. This meant that Scott got a face full of green-clad crotch, knocking her head back and causing an expression of extreme disgust to spread across it. She reached up to push the Game Goddess away and made it halfway to vertical before a Chuck Taylor buried into her stomach.
“Get her out of the corner Hannah” Merle demanded, but Porter didn’t seem to be listening. Instead she was busy flexing for the audience, the cheers spurring her on to try another of her signature spots. “Ever hear of Chun Li, noob?” Zoë was too busy coughing from the belly kick to respond, but the crowd did, their cheers getting even louder as the Game Goddess took a step back, yelled “hyakaretsu kyaku!” exactly like her idol, and flashed her leg up again and again as quickly as she could.
Sadly despite all her skill she couldn’t quite achieve the legspeed of her SFII main, but she’d still landed a good six or seven kicks to Zoë’s abdomen before the embattled socialite managed to get a hand up and take a firm grasp of the offending ankle. Cursing inwardly, HMP leaned back and gave her leg a violent shake in hopes of escaping the trap, but Scott had other ideas, spinning to the side and taking the limb with her so that Porter was forced into an unexpected splits position.
HMP’s mouth widened into an ‘O’ of pain and she quickly brought her legs back together, hands massaging the strain in her upper calves. Observing this, a sneer briefly crossed Scott’s face and then she was back to business, stepping one foot into the space between Porter’s writhing gams and hauling her up to standing. The taller girl had just got her legs properly underneath her when Zoë transitioned both hands into a waist lock, lifted up with surprising strength, then dropped her back down so that the middle of Hannah’ trunks dropped hard onto one posted knee.
INVERTED ATOMIC DROP (https://youtu.be/AsYRmlPf0yE )
Zoë fired a forearm smash into Porter’s mewling jaw to knock her onto her back and then dived on top of her, hooking a leg as Merle slid in to count…
ONE
TWoooo
Hannah’s arms shot up off the canvas and shoved the socialite off to one side, rolling the other way whilst still massaging her aching centre. Zoë rose to a high kneel and pushed the hair from her eyes. “Should’ve stayed down girl,” she advised. “My time is money, and you really can’t afford to pay for much longer.”
“I’ve got more extra lives than you can count, trust fund, and the only money you gotta worry about right now is my fistful of quarters.” Hannah illustrated this point by rolling to her knees and flashing out a fist, which despite not being quite a loaded as she was suggesting still smashed into Scott’s jaw with a satisfying enough CRUNCH.
Zoë lurched onto her side and reached one hand up to check her lip for blood. Satisfied that she was still in one piece, she looked up just in time to see HMP’s feet descending towards her, the Game Goddess landing a nasty double stomp into her ribcage. “Got that one from Mario” she confided to Merle, who gave a polite nod but seemed more concerned with the wellbeing of the brunette coughing on the matt.
These noises were music to Hannah’s ears. Rising and moving around to the downed girl’s six, Porter started loudly humming the theme from Space Invaders, joined in enthusiastically by those retro gaming fans in the crowd. She kept a quick eye out for the ‘assistant’ Scott had brought down to the ring, but the black clad girl was still on her foldaway chair by the announce table and didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in trying to stop her.
Inside the ropes, her employer rose slowly to one knee and then back to a crouch. Hannah took this as her cue, bouncing back a few steps and then sprinting forward into a graceful spin. At the apex of the rotation one leg shot out to SLAM into the back of Scott’s head and send her sprawling back on her face via a beautiful jumping roundhouse.
SPACE INVADER (https://youtu.be/o_UpPquOax0 )
Scott hit the matt head first and sprawled out full length, unable to put up much resistance as HMP crawled over her and took a grip of her far leg to start Merle’s count
ONE
TWoooo
Zoë gave a heavy shove and kicked her captured leg out, the force pushing her out from under Hannah just as Merle’s hand hit the matt for the second time. Porter gave a quick glance over at him, holding three fingers up more in hope than expectation, but bounded to her feet without skipping a beat when he shook his head.
Standing over the discombobulated socialite, Hannah fired a couple of short kicks out to help persuade her to stay where she was and then raised her hands up for the crowd. “Retro time!” she shouted, and the enthusiastic response from the crowd helped her scamper up the buckles and turn into a low crouch on the ringpost, ready for her signature frogger splash.
Remembering her situation the Game Goddess gave another quick check on the mysterious ‘assistant’ outside the ring, who was still happily seated and was now nonchalantly browsing Facebook on her smartphone. After a long glance she decided that the lack of interest was probably genuine and launched herself out into the void, crunching her knees up to her chest and then spreading them rapidly again so that her stomach…
…come down hard on the upraised kneepads of Zoë Scott. Porter gave a wheezing gasp as the air was driven forcibly out of her body and then slid off to land wetly on the matt. Next to her the recovered socialite stood up and gave herself a theatrical dusting off. “Not good enough, girl” she drawled, “let me show you how a real star goes about her business.”
Hauling the gulping Porter up to her feet, Zoë led her over to the corner and propped her there. The taller girl swung a wild haymaker which was neatly ducked by Scott, slipping her body through the ropes to one side. Hannah was then helpless as she felt the socialite’s arms wrap quickly round her neck yank down hard, Zoë dropping off the apron to deliver a rope assisted neck breaker which snapped the bigger girl’s body up and back to land parallel to the corner.
Zoë was back up on the apron in an instant, using the top strand as a slingshot to fire her back into the ring and then releasing to complete a high, graceful somersault. The audience couldn’t help but offer a few coos of appreciation at the grace and athleticism on display, but turned quickly to boos when the move ended with Scott’s full weight crash landing onto their favourite’s torso courtesy of a lovely Slingshot Somersault Senton.
SLINGSHOT SOMERSAULT SENTON (https://youtu.be/OB1YrfXmobw )
Despite the feeling of her ribcage having been flattened Hannah’s fighting instincts were strong, and as such she rolled over onto her front to prevent a pin as soon as she felt the smaller girl’s weight shift off her. Unfortunately for her this meant she gave up he back, and Zoë was only too eager to take advantage. Diving across the green-clad expanse she used one hand to lift the Game Goddess’ face from the matt while the other snared her arm and pulled it down in between those tanned legs. Then all Scott had to do was link her arms and lean back to put Porter in a whole world of hurt.
ARM TRAP CROSSFACE (https://youtu.be/XdFek-TVtkg )
“Don’t ask her if she wants to submit just yet” Zoë spoke as if delivering an instruction to an underling as Merle dropped down to start doing just that. “This crowd has paid to see what I can do and I’m sure Hannah here would hate to disappoint them.” Despite the order Merle did his job, but Porter waggled a finger to silence him before he’d even got past the first word of his question.
“guhhhh Fukkkk youuuuu noob” Porter spoke awkwardly through the hands which were squashing her nose and mouth. “You’re not even the first boss, never mind his boss…” With that she kicked her legs and wriggled her body round until she could spy the ropes a few feet away. The journey to get there was an agonising one with 119lbs of expat wrenching on her neck and shoulder, but after thirty seconds of hurt the fingertips of her free hand managed to brush the bottom strand and she awkwardly yelled “break!”
Merle saw this and responded within an instant, tapping Zoë on the shoulder and saying “let her go miss, she’s in the ropes.” This got absolutely no response, but as Merle moved on from asking and started counting she let go with both hands and scrambled to her feet, quickly closing to within a few inches of the startled man’s face.
“You do not get to tell me what to do and you will not touch me again.” Zoë’s expression was furious but she quickly regained control, dismissing the man with a wave of her hand and rounding on her opponent who had used the ropes as a ladder to make it to her feet and was rubbing angrily at her abused neck.
Porter flicked out a toe kick, but this was swatted aside by the angry socialite. She bustled in and fired a shot kneelift into the gamer girl’s gut, bending her double again. From there it was the work of an instant to hook a front facelock and haul her up into vertical suplex position, rotating as she did so that they were parallel to the ropes. But then the upward momentum stalled, Zoë holding her burden upright for a split second and then dropping them both forward to that HMP’s face and chest SLAMMED down from a great height.
“My image consultant wanted me to call that a Dubai Facelift,” Zoë mused to the pile of human wreckage in front of her. “I fired him of course, but now that I’m in the moment it does have a certain ring to it.” Scott turned to the crowd and raised her hands in a quizzical sort of gesture, but still she received only boos, although it wasn’t certain whether these were aimed at the move name or the questioner.
Turning back to her prey, Zoë bent down to grab two handfuls of black hair and lifted up again, bringing porter back to her feet. Hannah’s legs were looking decidedly wobbly but her eyes were clear enough. “You talk too much noob,” Porter snarled as she swung out a forearm smash which staggered the smaller girl back a few steps. “Gave me a chance to get some power uGAH BITCH!.”
Zoë just launched a flat slap across her chops, shutting her mouth firmly. “Quiet, geek, I’m talking.” Porter’s head snapped back round and she launched another huge forearm, only to have Scott duck neatly under and then stand up, capturing the outstretched arm with her far one.
“Now this one,” Zoë’s tone was back to conversational. “This one I liked the name of. De-Listed. It fits so well, see?” To demonstrate , Scott raised one brawny leg up in front of her and then back at speed, simultaneously somersaulting forward at the same time. This ended with her landing in a light forward roll but Porter was not nearly so lucky, having her legs swept out from under her and sent spinning until the back of her neck was DRIVEN into the canvas.
DE-LISTER (https://youtu.be/9eG8CZ8lIJU )
Hannah ended up stacked on her shoulders, and given the visible sag in the rest of her body it was likely that Scott could have just hung on and got the win. She, however, was clearly not ready to vacate centre stage just yet, letting Porter’s body slump to the canvas while she scrambled to her feet and over to the nearest ring post, grasping the ropes and hopping lightly up the buckles. On reaching the top Zoë took a nanosecond to catch her balance, and then looked out at the audience again.
“Anyone want to know how I got here tonight?” she shouted into the darkness, receiving mainly jeers but a few shouts of both no and ‘YES!’. Satisfied that she’d managed to get something out of them besides a boo, she turned to face directly away from Hannah’s prone form on the matt and said “Simple. I flew.” And then she bent her knees and launched herself backward, rotating through a gorgeous slow flip and a faster axle spin so that her torso and legs came down with hellacious force to CRUSH Porter’s abdomen into the matt.
GULFSTREAM ( youtu.be/9kOq8L8s2uY )
Raising her head a few inches off the matt, Hannah let out a silent scream at the thundering pain in her upper body. Zoë was also feeling hurt from the impact, albeit to a much lesser extent than her opponent, so she gave herself a second to catch her breath and absorb the reasonably positive ‘HOLY SHIT’ chants echoing around the arena. Then she pressed up to a crouch and kneewalked over to her victim.
“You’ve got lucky, nerdlinger. Everyone has slready forgotten your pathetic career, but in a few years you get to be the answer to the quiz question “who did the FAWN legend Zoe Scott humiliate in her first ever match in the company?’, and so your name might live on for far longer than you deserve. Aren’t you blessed!”
The entire crowd was expecting Zoë to go for a cover which would have surely been academic at this point, and Merle had even squatted down ready to start his count. But the socialite had other ideas, wanting to make sure that Hannah and everyone else in attendance got a clear view of why she deserved to be in the spotlight.
The process started with Zoë lifting Porter’s torso and sliding underneath to scissor her arms. Then she flexed her legs hard, bringing them together so the Game Goddess’ shoulders were forced back and down. After a quick check to make sure the ropes were definitely out of reach Scott s-gripped her hands behind her lolling head, leaned back and pulled hard, forcing the bigger girls neck and shoulders further apart from each other than they had ever been before.
SPOTLIGHT ( youtu.be/UvakBqlG4Ts )
Brought back to full wakefulness by the waves of agony pulsating though her neck and shoulders, Hannah let out a groggy scream which actually increased in pitch when Zoë wrenched back an inch or so further. “You won’t get to share the spotlight for long, nerd girl, so try to make the most of it” she heard her tormentor say, but this barely registered over the rushing of blood in her ears.
What did register was Merle, urgently asking “Hannah, do you want to give up? Tell me something girl.” Porter gritted her teeth for a second, but another scream managed to sneak out between them, “GraAAAAARGH LEMMEE GOOOO noOOOOOBURGH I GIVE! I GIVEGETTEROFFAMEEEEE!!!”
Merle spun around and called for the bell, but Zoë sowed no real response beyond a satisfied nod as she heard it ring and then the announcer calling her name to the crowd. By this time they were booing her refusal to release the hold, and Porter had given way to mewling and begging to be released, but Zoë thought she had one last trick that would at least get the audience back onside.
Releasing the necklock but keeping her legs scissored tightly, Zoë looked down at her defeated opponent with an almost schoolmistressy expression. “Silly girl, you let your face go all red and blotchy. I can’t let that face spoil my spotlight. We’ll have to cover it up.” With that she shuffled her bum forwards a few inches and then bent her torso down, wrapping her hands once more around Porter’s abused noggin. But this time there was no yanking back and no audible screaming; Scott had buried the gamer girl’s face deep into her enveloping grey-clad cleavage.
Merle was back over like a shot, tapping again on the expat’s shoulder. “C’mon miss, you’ve won, there’s no need for that” he implored. Zoë didn’t even look at him, but she glanced over her shoulder to where her assistant had spent the last ten minutes and snapped “Bel!”, then went right back to her smother.
The blonde jumped up, assessing the situation for a second. Then she had quickly stowed the smartphone and shaken off her jacket, revealing a strappy top which showed off no small amount of buxom cleavage. A few more seconds passed, by which time she had slid noiselessly into the ring and had one hand on Merle’s shoulder. The anxious man looked up in surprise and was quickly on his feet, hands raised to ward any potential threat.
ISOBEL LAMONT
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But it seemed that ‘Bel’ only wanted to talk. In a slow Texan drawl she intoned “Miss Scott has and is comporting herself in a manner which is entirely expected within this promotion. Kindly do not impede her.”
Merle gave another nervous glance down at the scene in front of him. Porter was frantically kicking her legs, the crowd cheering as the fleshy prison sucked her life even as they had cheered for her earlier. For all Merle’s worries about oxygen deprivation this wasn’t an unusual scene in FAWN, and besides, he wasn’t sure if he could do anything with the big blonde standing in his way.
Raising his voice Merle said “You let her go the second she goes out, Zoë, do you understand?” And hoped that his tone sounded more certain than he felt. There was no response from Scott or her blonde companion, but as Porter’s legs went from jerking to slowly bicycling and then doing nothing but quivering on the matt, Zoë unlocked her arms and let the jug-shocked gamer drop.
She took a second to give a surprisingly cheerful wave and blow a kiss into the crowd, although the main response to these was still mainly boos. Then she had pushed past her associate and taken a firm grasp of Merle's collar, her other hand waving an accusing finger inches from his nose.
“If you ever touch me again without permission, my assistant here will break your arm and my family will ensure that your career never recovers. Now get out of my spotlight.” Merle waved a startled hand in supplication but Scott had already moved on, spinning with a swish of hair and collecting her neatly folded jacket and shades from her assistant.
Once she had donned her accessories Scott took another lap of the ring, seemingly ignoring the boos. Then, after posing for a quick photo with her victim, she flipped smoothly over the ropes, dropped to the floor and set off back up the ramp.