Post by bigfan on Jan 10, 2017 1:17:10 GMT
With gold on the line, the buzz from the crowd is at a fever pitch and the excitement only grows when the familiar sound of a certain Russian conversation chats up the amped audience and the unforgettable club groove krushes the house. The crowd hops to its feet for Snap’s The Power and for the arrival of the little exotic party animal the song precursored. The ovation only grows when Katya pops out from behind the curtains, the tawny-skinned Upstart bumping and grinding to the beat. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=z33tH-JdPDg )
Ready to party like there’s no tomorrow and to shake-up the hierarchy of all of Eurasia, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty is at an all-time high. Determined to celebrate even before the arrival of her title-holding rival, the Rave Queen bounds down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she can reach She bounces from one side of the aisle to the other and even stops for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Ready to jump on board with a championship-worthy rave, the number of her fellow FAWN partiers grows by leaps and bounds. The crowd enthusiastically puts their hands together and swivels their much wider hips. And as the brunette makes her way, the ring announcer provides the introduction for the Eastern European booty-shaking beauty.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled one fall, has a time limit of 30 minutes and is for the FAWN Eurasian Championship.”
The crowd roars in unison and the funky and spunky brunette looks like she could light up the entire arena.
“First …standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
KATYA MICHALKA:
The slinky, dark-haired vixen sweeps and dives, twists and shakes her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shift up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. She pulls a few neon-colored glowsticks from her ‘warmers’ and sends them flying into the excited crowd.
Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for the business AND pleasure of claiming her fist ever FAWN title.
With the music of the Rave Queen finally fading to the great disappointment of those jamming with the groove, "Exotic” by Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull hits the speakers. The FAWNatics turn as one, ready to give the Eurasian titleholder what she deserves. And, after a brief honeymoon, the fans happy she’d taken the belt from the Asian Invasion, those that pack the house let loose with a deafening round of jeers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
When the curtains part, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals, the FAWN Universe lets everyone know how much they despise the despicable champion.
The behemoths carry an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell lies and the assembled let loose with a cascade of verbal disdain. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance is carried toward the ring, the FAWNatics batter her with boos.
The copper-skinned beauty with the gold around her waist writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The announcer heralds the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"And her opponent...standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore , India ...the FAWN Eurasian Champion…Amara Singh."
AMARA SINGH:
The spectacle halts, having reached its destination. The men lower the ornate bed so it is even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. The champ faces the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull. Singh slides from beneath a sparkling gold robe and reveals the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She turns and moves through the ropes, keeping a watchful eye on the energetic Rave Queen.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall down to just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh does one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage. She unbuckles her belt and raises it high, beaming at Katya.
“Only I will be dancing tonight,” Amara informs. “You, peasant, will be licking your wounds and trying to forget the chance you’ve lost.”
Singh turns and strides to her corner where she hands her prize over to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping then spins again, motioning the official to call for the bell.
The Challenger begins hopping side to side on the balls of her feet, the urge to dance with Singh growing inside Katya. Amara seems much calmer in her corner. She narrows her eyes as the bell sounds and starts out of her corner. The Raver bounds from her corner, but her zigzag dance path allows Singh to reach the middle of the squared circle, raising her arms, offering Katya a tie up to begin the match.
The Upstart has other plans as she dances in and kicks Amara first in the right thigh and then the left. Singh hisses and her knees buckle, but she keeps her feet and takes a wild swing at Katya. The party girl spins and ducks out of the path and when she pops back up, she kicks Amara in the stomach.
Michalka turns, heading for the ropes, with Singh bent over in the center of the ring. The member of the Upstarts, the faction of the cutie-lightweights headed by Sammie Sinclair, races back and leaps, sending one boot into the side of Amara’s head and the other into the brunette’s ribs. The champ is sent rolling across the canvas until she comes to a stop near the ropes. Katya leans back on her shoulders and kips up to her feet while Amara reaches out to get some help from the ring ropes to get back to her base.
Katya grins at the champ, “Maybe we should have a dance off instead. To be fair we can do it Bollywood style.”
The Raver breaks into her best Bollywood Musical dance, her hips popping. Amara is not amused, the first minute of the match could not have gone worse for her, but still there was no real damage, other than to her ego.
Amara snaps, “Quit making a fool of yourself.”
Katya grins, “Dancing isn’t foolish.” Reaching down into one of her leg warmers she pulls out a glow stick and tosses it towards Singh, “Have some fun before I take your belt.”
The Exotic Empress snatches the green glow stick out of the air. She reaches back and fires it at the Raver. Katya ducks and it sails out into the crowd. Amara follows the glow stick, her right arm extended to the side, and as the Raver stands up from her duck, the champ levels her with a clothesline.
Amara continues past the downed brunette spins and returns catching Katya with a second clothesline when the Ukrainian pops back up. The second time the Upstart isn’t as quick to bounce to her feet, Singh moving to the Raver’s head, hair hauling her to vertical.
Amara doesn’t bring Michalka the whole way up, switching from hair to wrapping her arms around the challenger’s waist and lifting her. Amara holds Katya at her waist, the Raver’s legs kicking, trying to break free, but the gold-clad champ drops to one knee driving the Rave Queen’s spine down across her thigh.
Katya’s body jolts in pain as her backbone is bent the wrong way. Amara drops the tiny dancer to the canvas, Katya arching her back in anguish, a hand moving to her spinal column. Diving across Katya, the champ pushes the Upstart flat and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Michalka’s dancer’s legs shoot out, pulling her from Amara’s grip and getting her shoulders off the canvas. Katya tries crawling away, but Singh hooks a hand inside the Rave Queen’s waistband and keeps her from going anywhere. Still holding onto Katya’s togs, the champ stands bringing the challenger with her. The trapped Upstart swings an arm back trying to break free of Amara’s grip, but the Exotic Empress jerks her around by the waistband and yanks Katya backwards as she drives her forearm into the raver’s lower back.
Katya cries out, her chest thrust forward. Singh pushes her caught opponent to arms’ length again and reels her back in, slamming a second forearm into Katya’s lower back. This time Kat drops to her knees. Amara moves to her side and snaps a kick, Singh’s boot slamming into Katya’s back between the shoulder blades, sending the challenger face first into the canvas.
The crowd boos the Indian beauty. She sneers back. They aren’t stopping her from putting an end to the little Upstart. Amara reaches down to bring Katya back to her feet to continue her assault. She doesn’t bring the rave queen up fully before she whips Katya towards the turnbuckles. The Raver speeds towards the impact, getting turned around just in time to avoid going into the pads chest first.
Amara follows, leaping onto Katya’s legs. She hooks her hands behind the Upstart’s neck. The tiny dancer is ripped from the corner as Singh falls backwards and sends Michalka flying with a Money Flip.
Katya’s tailbone bounces off the canvas and she skids across the canvas ending in a ball. Amara rolls backwards to her feet before turning to stroll over to the little brunette, a majority of the crowd clapping, trying to encourage the Rave Queen.
Again Amara sneers at the FAWNatics as she bends to reach for Michalka. The Upstart spins around on the canvas, her right foot shooting up and catching Amara in the side of the head. Singh staggers a bit, but moves in again, only to be kicked in the noggin again and dropped to her backside with a stunned look on her face.
The colorful Katya moves to the champ and grabs a shoulder and wrist and pulls Singh to her feet. Michalka backs Amara deep into the ropes and shoots out, flinging the Indian beauty to the opposite side of the ring.
Singh rebounds toward an advancing Kat and the Raver has a dance step or two in mind, leaping into a beautiful Tornado Kick. Singh tries to get her hands up in time to block, but eats every bit of Michalka’s effort and is laid out center stage.
<B> Tornado Kick </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
Passing on a pin attempt, Katya gathers the reeling Singh up by her noggin and draws her into a front facelock. Before Amara can counter, the challenger shows some strength, buggywhipping the Empress over in a tidy snap suplex. Michalka immediately pops to her feet and heads to the ropes at Singh’s side. She bounds away from the cable and lays out in a senton, splashing across the midriff of the copper-skinned grappler. The combination leaves the champion in a vulnerable state of which Katya means to grab a victory.
Suplex/senton combo
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJwCvyhVwYs )
Remaining across Amara, Kat reaches back from her senton landing and hooks the far leg, rolling Singh into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Amara unravels from the ball, saving her title reign for the moment.
But a ‘raving’ Ukrainian is a dangerous one and Kat doesn’t waste a moment debating the speed of the official’s count. Instead, she clambers to her feet. A boot to the ribs sends the Empress rolling to her chest. Amara dips to snatch up both of the Indian’s wrists. Placing a boot behind Singh’s braincase, the beaming Michalka lets Amara consider her position.
Singh’s bleating “no’s” are ignored for the cheering approval of the FAWNatics and Katya curbstomps Amara’s flawless features into the deck, Singh’s head snapping back from the brutal impact. Kat shoves Amara to her back and races to the nearest corner.
The Party Girl climbs the buckles and turns to face the splayed champion from a perch on the penthouse. Katya raises her hands high, drawing an ovation from the crowd, and launches toward the rafters, attempting another type of stomp altogether, her Kiev Krusher Ghetto Stomp.
<B> Kiev Krusher </B>
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
Katya DRIVES both boots into Amara, one in her chest, the other her gut. A wide-eyed Singh is gasping and groaning and appearing ripe for the picking. Katya mounts in a crossbody for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
The crowd groans as they realize they were about to see the party of the year from Michalka within another half-tick. Kat slaps the mat in frustration as Amara rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours next to Katya, who remains on her haunches in disappointment.
Recovering her upbeat Upstart attitude quickly, Michalka guides Amara up the rest of the way and tucks Singh’s head into her armpit in a side headlock. The Ukrainian beauty races toward the corner from which she’d just stomped, dragging Amara along for the trip.
The more educated in the crowd know the Rave Queen is headed toward a dive-through corner bulldog and all is headed in that direction until the last few steps when Amara gets her hips under Michalka, lifts and tosses Kat to a backward-facing seat on the top buckle.
Singh quickly folds Kat’s calves amidst the ropes and batters her with a forearm to the chest that leaves the challenger desperately squirming in a Tree of Woe.
Singh sucks in a couple huge lungfuls of air and trots to the opposite corner of the squared circle. Tapping the top buckle, she spins and races toward Katya, leaping at the last second to NAIL the Rave Queen with a dropkick to the overturned face of the brunette.
The vicious impact draws a reflexive ‘OHHH’ from the FAWNatics and, unfortunately for Katya, doesn’t knock her loose. A glistening Singh pushes to her feet, a look of satisfaction on the titleholder’s face. She hovers in front of the stunned Katya, lifts a big right elbow and drops it into the exposed crotch of the Party Girl.
Katya howls in agony, reaching up with both hands to cover her privates. The ref takes pity and unhooks Michalka’s legs, letting Kat spill to a fetal ball, hands deep between her thighs as the crowd boos Amara relentlessly. She responds with a disdainful wave of her hand.
“Let’s see her get her groove on now!” she shouts with a chuckle, delivering a stomp to the spine of the curled Katya, opening Kat out of her shell, but the Upstart is otherwise frozen, tending to her aching undercarriage.
Scraping Michalka up to her knees, Amara demands Katya pay homage to her champion, disdainfully pushing Kat on the crown of her head then adding a wicked slap when the Empress fails to receive the proper respect. But the Rave Queen isn’t willing to only receive in the exchange. Instead of bowing down, Katya responds with a balled right hand to Amara’s belly, forcing a grimace and grunt from the champion. Another follows and another. Singh backing up, eyes wide, lips in a tight ‘o’.
Michalka makes her feet only for Amara to drive a toe kick deep into the Ukrainian’s gut, doubling over the Party Girl. The Indian grappler sidles behind and scoops Kat off her feet in a cradle of a carry. Before Katya can wriggle loose, Singh drops to a knee and PLANTS Katya’s spine across in a backbreaker.
With Michalka bent in an anguish-inducing arch, Amara pushes down on either side, thrusting a palm into Katya’s legs and chest to bend her backbone all the more, pained mewls emerging from the challenger.
Amara laces her fingers and raises them high overhead then brings the double axhandle down into Kat’s gut. The gasping, gagging brunette is roughly shoved off Singh’s knee, puddling in front of the EurAsian titleholder.
Amara rises and motions to Michalka below as she bellows to the crowd.
“Two continents and this is the best you can give me?”
Singh turns and races to the ropes. Rebounding, she lifts off above the splayed Katya, legs extended above the throat and chest of the Raver. But when Amara plummets to the mat, Kat’s rolled clear and the Bollywood Bombshell blows up her tailbone with the missed leg drop, the crowd enjoying every second as the wincing, yelping Singh grasps at her bruised backside with both hands.
Katya saved herself for now, but after being worked over for several minutes by the champ, Kat’s trying to refill the dance tanks. The referee checks on both girls before positioning himself between them. But before he can start the count, Michalka crawls towards the ropes and, with the aid of the strands, climbs back to her feet. Singh likewise makes it back to vertical, still rubbing her tailbone with her right hand.
Both women are covered in a sheen of perspiration, giving their skin an added glow, with their hair messy compared to the beginning of the match. Both still look amazing, proving hot hot chicks just get better.
Katya leans against the cables several feet away from the Bollywood Bombshell. Amara is the first to reengage in the action, stalking towards the smaller brunette, but it’s the Upstart that strikes first, lashing out with a foot that smacks off the champ’s left hip. The previous missed leg drop sends extra pain through Amara’s hip and her leg goes rubbery for a moment.
The raver swings her arm around Singh’s head, catching her foe’s noggin in a front facelock under the party girl’s arm. Without a pause, Kat leaps, throwing her feet against the middle strand, and spins back around driving the champ’s forehead into the canvas with a springboard bulldog.
The crowd erupts as Amara bounces back up to her knees before collapsing face down on the mat. Katya slides her hands under the bigger woman’s body and flips her over to her back. Maybe exhaustion is setting in because Michalka makes a rookie mistake and doesn’t hook a leg. Kat flops down across Amara and hopes it’s enough, the crowd counts along with the referee.
ONE…
TWO…
OOOOH!
Even Katya’s most avid supporters can’t say the three-count was close. The Upstart sits on the canvas, her buttocks between her heels. Amara’s kickout pulled her to her side in front of the challenger. Kat stares at the official, the man holding up only two fingers.
The Rave Queen was never one to leave the party before it was over and she never stops dancing until the end. Pulling her dance partner up to her feet Kat aims Amara at the far corner and whips her towards the thinly padded buckles. Amara winces, her tailbone still tingling, as she turns and hits the pads back first. It does less damage than running full speed face and chest first into the unforgiving buckles, but it still drops the champ to her back side as her legs give out.
The Rave Queen grins as she sees Amara sitting, legs spread in the corner. Some of the truest of Katya’s fans yell a bit before the brunette even can. “HOUSE PARTY!”
The FAWNatics are clapping instantly as Kat runs over kicking Amara in the chest. She dances out and back in, kicks her in the jaw and chest alternately. The House Party goes on for several kicks to both bosom and chin before Katya stops, holding up one arm, and goes into a spin. The glassy eyed Singh doesn’t realize what’s coming until Michalka comes out of the spin and drops into the splits, sending her front boot into the golden harem pants at their center.
HOUSE PARTY
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Amara howls as she leans over, hands wedged between her thighs. Kat rises out of the splits and trots to the far corner. The Rave Queen turns and gives the crowd a quick booty shaking dance before sprinting across the ring and leaping. Amara looks up at the wrong time as the Ukrainian’s crotch slams into her face. Katya takes hold of the ropes in one hand, while the other shoots into her leg warmers, pulling out a purple glow stick she waves around as she treats the champ to a Ukrainian-style Bronco Buster.
Amara’s face is scrubbed and her chest crushed many times before the referee reaches four in his count to five. Kat dismounts, bounding out into the center of the ring and tossing the purple glow stick to the FAWNatics.
Singh is a combination of dazed, horrified, and furious, mostly the last. The Upstart, getting her second or third wind, steps back in and grabs the champ by the ankles. She pulls her foe out into the middle and this time remembers to hook the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Amara’s kickout is forceful enough to send Kat rolling and the Bollywood Bombshell gets up seething in anger. Katya scrambles to her feet first and races for the ropes. She springs back with extra speed and leaps, throwing her legs around the Singh’s head, going for a hurricanrana.
But Singh gets her hands under Michalka’s pert tush and lifts the Party Girl higher, keeping Kat from throwing her weight backwards at the right time. Katya is left sitting on Amara’s shoulders; clearly a place she doesn’t want to be. And that’s proven when Amara falls forward, powerbombing the Ukrainian into the thinly padded plywood.
The makeshift PowerBollyBomb leaves the smaller Kat splayed between the champ’s legs, Michalka’s stems in the Indian’s control, the Party Girl’s shoulders on the deck for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Katya throws a shoulder up to save her challenge, at least for the time being. A furious Singh disdainfully throws Katya’s legs to the side to rise and let the zebra have it, complaining loudly Michalka was down for a full three. When the two-fingered response comes, Amara can only shake her head and turn her attention back to her Ukrainian foe.
Katya’s reeling from the BollyBomb and, even with the extra time afforded her, is only to hands and knees. Singh plucks her challenger up and tucks her into a front facelock, keeping the Rave Queen stooped in front of her as she also grabs an arm.
Wheeling her body to the left, the Empress twists the reeling Kat into a spinning neckbreaker that PLANTS Michalka to the canvas with fearsome force.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHxMbUS4HPU )
A dazed Katya ends in a seated position, sent into a glassy-eyed daze from the collision, and Amara decides it’s time to end Kat’s party.
Singh sends Michalka flat to the canvas with a soccer kick to her chest and plucks the Rave Queen’s left leg off the canvas, raising it high. After giving Kat’s hammy some hateful boots, Amara uses it to flip Katya to her chest.
Singh bends the leg forward around her own left leg when the ebony-haired warrior genuflects atop the captured challenger. The Bollywood Bombshell gathers up the opposite stem and ends up tucking the ankles of both legs into her armpits.
A panicking Katya tries to crawl her way out of trouble, but with her legs trapped, the efforts are of no use. And when Amara leans forward to cup her laced hands under Katya’s chin and yank her foe’s head back while already curling her legs and backbone, Singh’s devastating Bolly Knot is tied.
BOLLY KNOT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
Amara then shows her strength, lifting the smaller Kat off the canvas in an awe inspiring display of a submission that has no escape. Kat’s only hope is to hang on and even when Amara does dip back to one knee, she simply folds Katya’s spine in an even more egregious manner until the challenger can take no more, enthusiastically tapping the canvas as she sobs in anguish, her party over.
Singh keeps her finisher in place until the referee threatens a disqualification. The Empress unknots the yipping Michalka, letting her puddle into an aching mess at her feet.
Standing in a straddle over the beaten Katya, Amara calls for her belt and it’s delivered post haste. She raises it with her right hand as the official raises her left, the ring announcer making things official.
“Your winner and STILL Eurasian champ…the Bollywood Bombshell…your Empress…Amara Singh!”
The Indian beauty shakes her left arm free of the zebra’s grip and places a boot on the chest of the splayed Katya. She waves for a microphone and catches the tossed amplifier.
“I presume you are now beginning to understand no woman on two continents or seven continents is strong enough to dethrone your Empress.”
Singh gives the mewling Katya a nasty stomp to accentuate her words.
“But please bring your weak peasants to me nonetheless, so I can show you how a FAWN division is ruled before FAWN in its entirety is shown the same.”
Ready to party like there’s no tomorrow and to shake-up the hierarchy of all of Eurasia, the revelry within the Ukrainian beauty is at an all-time high. Determined to celebrate even before the arrival of her title-holding rival, the Rave Queen bounds down the aisle, slapping hands with anyone she can reach She bounces from one side of the aisle to the other and even stops for a quick bump-n-grind with a lucky few.
Ready to jump on board with a championship-worthy rave, the number of her fellow FAWN partiers grows by leaps and bounds. The crowd enthusiastically puts their hands together and swivels their much wider hips. And as the brunette makes her way, the ring announcer provides the introduction for the Eastern European booty-shaking beauty.
“Tonight’s next contest is scheduled one fall, has a time limit of 30 minutes and is for the FAWN Eurasian Championship.”
The crowd roars in unison and the funky and spunky brunette looks like she could light up the entire arena.
“First …standing 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing in at 120 pounds from Kiev, Ukraine, she is FAWN’s raver extraordinaire…she is KATYA MICHALKA.”
KATYA MICHALKA:
The slinky, dark-haired vixen sweeps and dives, twists and shakes her way around the ring. Moving to the music, Katya bangs her head and twirls her hips in a hot pink cropped tee, neon blue hot pants with white ankle boots and rainbow-colored legwarmers up to mid-thigh, the bawdy, gaudy wardrobe is completed with a multi-colored assortment of ‘kandi’ bracelets on each forearm that shift up and down, collecting at her wrists in a pile before the next spin sends them off on another trip halfway to her elbow.
The electrifying, energetic lightweight hops to the apron and slides her way through. She pulls a few neon-colored glowsticks from her ‘warmers’ and sends them flying into the excited crowd.
Michalka then pops and locks her way to a corner, having one last bit of fun with the fans before readying for the business AND pleasure of claiming her fist ever FAWN title.
With the music of the Rave Queen finally fading to the great disappointment of those jamming with the groove, "Exotic” by Priyanka Chopra and Pitbull hits the speakers. The FAWNatics turn as one, ready to give the Eurasian titleholder what she deserves. And, after a brief honeymoon, the fans happy she’d taken the belt from the Asian Invasion, those that pack the house let loose with a deafening round of jeers.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPhhZg9v9NU ).
When the curtains part, revealing a set of musclebound men, clad in gold loin clothes and sandals, the FAWN Universe lets everyone know how much they despise the despicable champion.
The behemoths carry an ornate bed, where the Bollywood Bombshell lies and the assembled let loose with a cascade of verbal disdain. As the ‘exotic’ woman on the curious conveyance is carried toward the ring, the FAWNatics batter her with boos.
The copper-skinned beauty with the gold around her waist writhes on her cushioned platform to the sound of the catchy beat. Below, the men’s gaze never leaves the ring, seemingly oblivious to the outstretched hands of the fans and the movements of the bronzed, raven-haired beauty above.
The announcer heralds the arrival of India’s greatest export.
"And her opponent...standing 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 133 pounds from Cawnpore , India ...the FAWN Eurasian Champion…Amara Singh."
AMARA SINGH:
The spectacle halts, having reached its destination. The men lower the ornate bed so it is even with the apron and Singh gracefully slides from bedside to ringside. The champ faces the crowd, proceeding to dance seductively to the remainder of PeeCee and the feat’ing Pitbull. Singh slides from beneath a sparkling gold robe and reveals the curvy form beneath.
The momentary striptease draws a round of rabid applause within the jeers, Singh dropping a pearly sneer upon the peasants. She turns and moves through the ropes, keeping a watchful eye on the energetic Rave Queen.
Amara is clad in an ornately designed, gold bra and matching gold and red, lacy harem pants, her feet bare. Her raven tresses fall down to just past her shoulders in wild waves, dark copper skin glowing under the lights. Singh does one last twirl for the crowd before taking center stage. She unbuckles her belt and raises it high, beaming at Katya.
“Only I will be dancing tonight,” Amara informs. “You, peasant, will be licking your wounds and trying to forget the chance you’ve lost.”
Singh turns and strides to her corner where she hands her prize over to a FAWN flunky for safekeeping then spins again, motioning the official to call for the bell.
The Challenger begins hopping side to side on the balls of her feet, the urge to dance with Singh growing inside Katya. Amara seems much calmer in her corner. She narrows her eyes as the bell sounds and starts out of her corner. The Raver bounds from her corner, but her zigzag dance path allows Singh to reach the middle of the squared circle, raising her arms, offering Katya a tie up to begin the match.
The Upstart has other plans as she dances in and kicks Amara first in the right thigh and then the left. Singh hisses and her knees buckle, but she keeps her feet and takes a wild swing at Katya. The party girl spins and ducks out of the path and when she pops back up, she kicks Amara in the stomach.
Michalka turns, heading for the ropes, with Singh bent over in the center of the ring. The member of the Upstarts, the faction of the cutie-lightweights headed by Sammie Sinclair, races back and leaps, sending one boot into the side of Amara’s head and the other into the brunette’s ribs. The champ is sent rolling across the canvas until she comes to a stop near the ropes. Katya leans back on her shoulders and kips up to her feet while Amara reaches out to get some help from the ring ropes to get back to her base.
Katya grins at the champ, “Maybe we should have a dance off instead. To be fair we can do it Bollywood style.”
The Raver breaks into her best Bollywood Musical dance, her hips popping. Amara is not amused, the first minute of the match could not have gone worse for her, but still there was no real damage, other than to her ego.
Amara snaps, “Quit making a fool of yourself.”
Katya grins, “Dancing isn’t foolish.” Reaching down into one of her leg warmers she pulls out a glow stick and tosses it towards Singh, “Have some fun before I take your belt.”
The Exotic Empress snatches the green glow stick out of the air. She reaches back and fires it at the Raver. Katya ducks and it sails out into the crowd. Amara follows the glow stick, her right arm extended to the side, and as the Raver stands up from her duck, the champ levels her with a clothesline.
Amara continues past the downed brunette spins and returns catching Katya with a second clothesline when the Ukrainian pops back up. The second time the Upstart isn’t as quick to bounce to her feet, Singh moving to the Raver’s head, hair hauling her to vertical.
Amara doesn’t bring Michalka the whole way up, switching from hair to wrapping her arms around the challenger’s waist and lifting her. Amara holds Katya at her waist, the Raver’s legs kicking, trying to break free, but the gold-clad champ drops to one knee driving the Rave Queen’s spine down across her thigh.
Katya’s body jolts in pain as her backbone is bent the wrong way. Amara drops the tiny dancer to the canvas, Katya arching her back in anguish, a hand moving to her spinal column. Diving across Katya, the champ pushes the Upstart flat and hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Michalka’s dancer’s legs shoot out, pulling her from Amara’s grip and getting her shoulders off the canvas. Katya tries crawling away, but Singh hooks a hand inside the Rave Queen’s waistband and keeps her from going anywhere. Still holding onto Katya’s togs, the champ stands bringing the challenger with her. The trapped Upstart swings an arm back trying to break free of Amara’s grip, but the Exotic Empress jerks her around by the waistband and yanks Katya backwards as she drives her forearm into the raver’s lower back.
Katya cries out, her chest thrust forward. Singh pushes her caught opponent to arms’ length again and reels her back in, slamming a second forearm into Katya’s lower back. This time Kat drops to her knees. Amara moves to her side and snaps a kick, Singh’s boot slamming into Katya’s back between the shoulder blades, sending the challenger face first into the canvas.
The crowd boos the Indian beauty. She sneers back. They aren’t stopping her from putting an end to the little Upstart. Amara reaches down to bring Katya back to her feet to continue her assault. She doesn’t bring the rave queen up fully before she whips Katya towards the turnbuckles. The Raver speeds towards the impact, getting turned around just in time to avoid going into the pads chest first.
Amara follows, leaping onto Katya’s legs. She hooks her hands behind the Upstart’s neck. The tiny dancer is ripped from the corner as Singh falls backwards and sends Michalka flying with a Money Flip.
Katya’s tailbone bounces off the canvas and she skids across the canvas ending in a ball. Amara rolls backwards to her feet before turning to stroll over to the little brunette, a majority of the crowd clapping, trying to encourage the Rave Queen.
Again Amara sneers at the FAWNatics as she bends to reach for Michalka. The Upstart spins around on the canvas, her right foot shooting up and catching Amara in the side of the head. Singh staggers a bit, but moves in again, only to be kicked in the noggin again and dropped to her backside with a stunned look on her face.
The colorful Katya moves to the champ and grabs a shoulder and wrist and pulls Singh to her feet. Michalka backs Amara deep into the ropes and shoots out, flinging the Indian beauty to the opposite side of the ring.
Singh rebounds toward an advancing Kat and the Raver has a dance step or two in mind, leaping into a beautiful Tornado Kick. Singh tries to get her hands up in time to block, but eats every bit of Michalka’s effort and is laid out center stage.
<B> Tornado Kick </B>
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf5q3noCaqY )
Passing on a pin attempt, Katya gathers the reeling Singh up by her noggin and draws her into a front facelock. Before Amara can counter, the challenger shows some strength, buggywhipping the Empress over in a tidy snap suplex. Michalka immediately pops to her feet and heads to the ropes at Singh’s side. She bounds away from the cable and lays out in a senton, splashing across the midriff of the copper-skinned grappler. The combination leaves the champion in a vulnerable state of which Katya means to grab a victory.
Suplex/senton combo
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJwCvyhVwYs )
Remaining across Amara, Kat reaches back from her senton landing and hooks the far leg, rolling Singh into a tight cradle for…
ONE…
TWO…
Amara unravels from the ball, saving her title reign for the moment.
But a ‘raving’ Ukrainian is a dangerous one and Kat doesn’t waste a moment debating the speed of the official’s count. Instead, she clambers to her feet. A boot to the ribs sends the Empress rolling to her chest. Amara dips to snatch up both of the Indian’s wrists. Placing a boot behind Singh’s braincase, the beaming Michalka lets Amara consider her position.
Singh’s bleating “no’s” are ignored for the cheering approval of the FAWNatics and Katya curbstomps Amara’s flawless features into the deck, Singh’s head snapping back from the brutal impact. Kat shoves Amara to her back and races to the nearest corner.
The Party Girl climbs the buckles and turns to face the splayed champion from a perch on the penthouse. Katya raises her hands high, drawing an ovation from the crowd, and launches toward the rafters, attempting another type of stomp altogether, her Kiev Krusher Ghetto Stomp.
<B> Kiev Krusher </B>
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWw-_BO-kLI )
Katya DRIVES both boots into Amara, one in her chest, the other her gut. A wide-eyed Singh is gasping and groaning and appearing ripe for the picking. Katya mounts in a crossbody for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO…
The crowd groans as they realize they were about to see the party of the year from Michalka within another half-tick. Kat slaps the mat in frustration as Amara rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours next to Katya, who remains on her haunches in disappointment.
Recovering her upbeat Upstart attitude quickly, Michalka guides Amara up the rest of the way and tucks Singh’s head into her armpit in a side headlock. The Ukrainian beauty races toward the corner from which she’d just stomped, dragging Amara along for the trip.
The more educated in the crowd know the Rave Queen is headed toward a dive-through corner bulldog and all is headed in that direction until the last few steps when Amara gets her hips under Michalka, lifts and tosses Kat to a backward-facing seat on the top buckle.
Singh quickly folds Kat’s calves amidst the ropes and batters her with a forearm to the chest that leaves the challenger desperately squirming in a Tree of Woe.
Singh sucks in a couple huge lungfuls of air and trots to the opposite corner of the squared circle. Tapping the top buckle, she spins and races toward Katya, leaping at the last second to NAIL the Rave Queen with a dropkick to the overturned face of the brunette.
The vicious impact draws a reflexive ‘OHHH’ from the FAWNatics and, unfortunately for Katya, doesn’t knock her loose. A glistening Singh pushes to her feet, a look of satisfaction on the titleholder’s face. She hovers in front of the stunned Katya, lifts a big right elbow and drops it into the exposed crotch of the Party Girl.
Katya howls in agony, reaching up with both hands to cover her privates. The ref takes pity and unhooks Michalka’s legs, letting Kat spill to a fetal ball, hands deep between her thighs as the crowd boos Amara relentlessly. She responds with a disdainful wave of her hand.
“Let’s see her get her groove on now!” she shouts with a chuckle, delivering a stomp to the spine of the curled Katya, opening Kat out of her shell, but the Upstart is otherwise frozen, tending to her aching undercarriage.
Scraping Michalka up to her knees, Amara demands Katya pay homage to her champion, disdainfully pushing Kat on the crown of her head then adding a wicked slap when the Empress fails to receive the proper respect. But the Rave Queen isn’t willing to only receive in the exchange. Instead of bowing down, Katya responds with a balled right hand to Amara’s belly, forcing a grimace and grunt from the champion. Another follows and another. Singh backing up, eyes wide, lips in a tight ‘o’.
Michalka makes her feet only for Amara to drive a toe kick deep into the Ukrainian’s gut, doubling over the Party Girl. The Indian grappler sidles behind and scoops Kat off her feet in a cradle of a carry. Before Katya can wriggle loose, Singh drops to a knee and PLANTS Katya’s spine across in a backbreaker.
With Michalka bent in an anguish-inducing arch, Amara pushes down on either side, thrusting a palm into Katya’s legs and chest to bend her backbone all the more, pained mewls emerging from the challenger.
Amara laces her fingers and raises them high overhead then brings the double axhandle down into Kat’s gut. The gasping, gagging brunette is roughly shoved off Singh’s knee, puddling in front of the EurAsian titleholder.
Amara rises and motions to Michalka below as she bellows to the crowd.
“Two continents and this is the best you can give me?”
Singh turns and races to the ropes. Rebounding, she lifts off above the splayed Katya, legs extended above the throat and chest of the Raver. But when Amara plummets to the mat, Kat’s rolled clear and the Bollywood Bombshell blows up her tailbone with the missed leg drop, the crowd enjoying every second as the wincing, yelping Singh grasps at her bruised backside with both hands.
Katya saved herself for now, but after being worked over for several minutes by the champ, Kat’s trying to refill the dance tanks. The referee checks on both girls before positioning himself between them. But before he can start the count, Michalka crawls towards the ropes and, with the aid of the strands, climbs back to her feet. Singh likewise makes it back to vertical, still rubbing her tailbone with her right hand.
Both women are covered in a sheen of perspiration, giving their skin an added glow, with their hair messy compared to the beginning of the match. Both still look amazing, proving hot hot chicks just get better.
Katya leans against the cables several feet away from the Bollywood Bombshell. Amara is the first to reengage in the action, stalking towards the smaller brunette, but it’s the Upstart that strikes first, lashing out with a foot that smacks off the champ’s left hip. The previous missed leg drop sends extra pain through Amara’s hip and her leg goes rubbery for a moment.
The raver swings her arm around Singh’s head, catching her foe’s noggin in a front facelock under the party girl’s arm. Without a pause, Kat leaps, throwing her feet against the middle strand, and spins back around driving the champ’s forehead into the canvas with a springboard bulldog.
The crowd erupts as Amara bounces back up to her knees before collapsing face down on the mat. Katya slides her hands under the bigger woman’s body and flips her over to her back. Maybe exhaustion is setting in because Michalka makes a rookie mistake and doesn’t hook a leg. Kat flops down across Amara and hopes it’s enough, the crowd counts along with the referee.
ONE…
TWO…
OOOOH!
Even Katya’s most avid supporters can’t say the three-count was close. The Upstart sits on the canvas, her buttocks between her heels. Amara’s kickout pulled her to her side in front of the challenger. Kat stares at the official, the man holding up only two fingers.
The Rave Queen was never one to leave the party before it was over and she never stops dancing until the end. Pulling her dance partner up to her feet Kat aims Amara at the far corner and whips her towards the thinly padded buckles. Amara winces, her tailbone still tingling, as she turns and hits the pads back first. It does less damage than running full speed face and chest first into the unforgiving buckles, but it still drops the champ to her back side as her legs give out.
The Rave Queen grins as she sees Amara sitting, legs spread in the corner. Some of the truest of Katya’s fans yell a bit before the brunette even can. “HOUSE PARTY!”
The FAWNatics are clapping instantly as Kat runs over kicking Amara in the chest. She dances out and back in, kicks her in the jaw and chest alternately. The House Party goes on for several kicks to both bosom and chin before Katya stops, holding up one arm, and goes into a spin. The glassy eyed Singh doesn’t realize what’s coming until Michalka comes out of the spin and drops into the splits, sending her front boot into the golden harem pants at their center.
HOUSE PARTY
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0Nhu5yNXwU )
Amara howls as she leans over, hands wedged between her thighs. Kat rises out of the splits and trots to the far corner. The Rave Queen turns and gives the crowd a quick booty shaking dance before sprinting across the ring and leaping. Amara looks up at the wrong time as the Ukrainian’s crotch slams into her face. Katya takes hold of the ropes in one hand, while the other shoots into her leg warmers, pulling out a purple glow stick she waves around as she treats the champ to a Ukrainian-style Bronco Buster.
Amara’s face is scrubbed and her chest crushed many times before the referee reaches four in his count to five. Kat dismounts, bounding out into the center of the ring and tossing the purple glow stick to the FAWNatics.
Singh is a combination of dazed, horrified, and furious, mostly the last. The Upstart, getting her second or third wind, steps back in and grabs the champ by the ankles. She pulls her foe out into the middle and this time remembers to hook the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
NO!
Amara’s kickout is forceful enough to send Kat rolling and the Bollywood Bombshell gets up seething in anger. Katya scrambles to her feet first and races for the ropes. She springs back with extra speed and leaps, throwing her legs around the Singh’s head, going for a hurricanrana.
But Singh gets her hands under Michalka’s pert tush and lifts the Party Girl higher, keeping Kat from throwing her weight backwards at the right time. Katya is left sitting on Amara’s shoulders; clearly a place she doesn’t want to be. And that’s proven when Amara falls forward, powerbombing the Ukrainian into the thinly padded plywood.
The makeshift PowerBollyBomb leaves the smaller Kat splayed between the champ’s legs, Michalka’s stems in the Indian’s control, the Party Girl’s shoulders on the deck for the…
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TWO…
Katya throws a shoulder up to save her challenge, at least for the time being. A furious Singh disdainfully throws Katya’s legs to the side to rise and let the zebra have it, complaining loudly Michalka was down for a full three. When the two-fingered response comes, Amara can only shake her head and turn her attention back to her Ukrainian foe.
Katya’s reeling from the BollyBomb and, even with the extra time afforded her, is only to hands and knees. Singh plucks her challenger up and tucks her into a front facelock, keeping the Rave Queen stooped in front of her as she also grabs an arm.
Wheeling her body to the left, the Empress twists the reeling Kat into a spinning neckbreaker that PLANTS Michalka to the canvas with fearsome force.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHxMbUS4HPU )
A dazed Katya ends in a seated position, sent into a glassy-eyed daze from the collision, and Amara decides it’s time to end Kat’s party.
Singh sends Michalka flat to the canvas with a soccer kick to her chest and plucks the Rave Queen’s left leg off the canvas, raising it high. After giving Kat’s hammy some hateful boots, Amara uses it to flip Katya to her chest.
Singh bends the leg forward around her own left leg when the ebony-haired warrior genuflects atop the captured challenger. The Bollywood Bombshell gathers up the opposite stem and ends up tucking the ankles of both legs into her armpits.
A panicking Katya tries to crawl her way out of trouble, but with her legs trapped, the efforts are of no use. And when Amara leans forward to cup her laced hands under Katya’s chin and yank her foe’s head back while already curling her legs and backbone, Singh’s devastating Bolly Knot is tied.
BOLLY KNOT
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hJ1iW-D8Aw&list=PL48AGjs8xVYOwkNCwnSiloVUQnx15FPqF )
Amara then shows her strength, lifting the smaller Kat off the canvas in an awe inspiring display of a submission that has no escape. Kat’s only hope is to hang on and even when Amara does dip back to one knee, she simply folds Katya’s spine in an even more egregious manner until the challenger can take no more, enthusiastically tapping the canvas as she sobs in anguish, her party over.
Singh keeps her finisher in place until the referee threatens a disqualification. The Empress unknots the yipping Michalka, letting her puddle into an aching mess at her feet.
Standing in a straddle over the beaten Katya, Amara calls for her belt and it’s delivered post haste. She raises it with her right hand as the official raises her left, the ring announcer making things official.
“Your winner and STILL Eurasian champ…the Bollywood Bombshell…your Empress…Amara Singh!”
The Indian beauty shakes her left arm free of the zebra’s grip and places a boot on the chest of the splayed Katya. She waves for a microphone and catches the tossed amplifier.
“I presume you are now beginning to understand no woman on two continents or seven continents is strong enough to dethrone your Empress.”
Singh gives the mewling Katya a nasty stomp to accentuate her words.
“But please bring your weak peasants to me nonetheless, so I can show you how a FAWN division is ruled before FAWN in its entirety is shown the same.”