Post by alyadmirer on Apr 7, 2017 3:19:36 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declared, “your winner of the match, and recipient of a new FAWN contract… HOOONNNEEEYYY HAAARRRRRRIIISSS!!!!!”
Behind the curtain, Casey Newsome punched the air, yelping in utter delight. 48 hours ago, she had never even HEARD of the woman whose announced victory prompted such a celebration. They had only met thanks to Talent Relations at FAWN booking them to share a room together for this card. But they had hit it off fairly quickly. Honey showed Newsome some of her match work on video, and it had been impressive. She then did something that the more established British star had no obligation to do: she sat with Newsome and watched a couple of Casey’s matches, offering advice and suggestions for what to do and how to improve.
The 19-year-old brunette was under no illusions: as much as her promise had resulted in this opportunity, Casey knew she could use all the advice and suggestions she could get. After all, she had only been wrestling for about a year, and it had only been something that she wanted to do for a few months longer than that. The Rockettes HAD been her dream…
… but the protective brace encasing her right knee was a testament to the death of THAT dream. THIS dream, however…
Honey Harris pushed her way back through the curtain, beaming from ear to ear. “AWESOME job out there!” Casey exclaimed, raising her hand as high as she could, forcing the blonde Brit to jump up for the high five.
“Your turn, Casey,” Harris replied, landing an encouraging swat to Newsome’s tush once her feet touched down. “You’ve got this!”
Casey nodded. “Yeah,” she said as Honey disappeared, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Taking a deep breath, she repeated to herself, “I’ve got this. I HAVE got this…”
***
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your NEXT Proving Ground match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. And the winner of this match will secure for herself a FAWN wrestling contract. Introducing first, hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… CAAASSSEEEYYY NEEEWWWSSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!”
CASEY NEWSOME:
”DEFY YOU”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSIioK8Fi5g
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” begins to pump over the arena’s sound system, behind the curtain Casey rolls her head from left to right, jogging in place for a moment before throwing a few quick jabs at the air in front of her. Once the lyrics hit, Newsome shoots through the curtain and darts to the right side of the stage. “LEMME HEAR YA!!!” the youthful brunette shouts, and the FAWNatics do not disappoint her, responding with a thunderous roar.
“Not bad,” Casey nods, backpedaling a couple of steps before turning and racing over to the left side of the stage, “but I’m not sure YOU guys heard me. I said… LEMME HEAR YA!!!!!”
That side of the building will not allow itself to be outdone, and they give Newsome a resounding shout of support.
Apparently satisfied, the brunette starts toward the ring, crisscrossing from the left side of the aisle to right and back to slap hands with the assembled FAWNatics. Into this battle, Casey wears a metallic blue one piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee.
Truth be told, that brace was the reason she was here. Or, at least, the reason she had become a wrestler. Casey had dedicated herself to becoming an elite dancer, and had been well on her way before a catastrophic injury to that right knee derailed her quest. It had taken a little time, but Newsome had finally come to accept the end of that dream—but she still had the desire to perform. And when her then-boyfriend, a wrestler on the independent circuit, broached the idea of her serving as his valet, Casey saw another possibility entirely. She DID not foresee the opportunity to earn for herself a spot in arguably the most prominent women’s wrestling company in the world, only about a year into her new career…
But, seeing as the opportunity HAS presented itself, Casey has every intention of taking it.
Skipping up the ringsteps, Newsome turns to face the near ringpost before moonwalking her way to the middle of the apron. Turning her back to the ramp, Casey takes the top rope in both hands, then earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility—and slips underneath the bottom rope.
***
The idea of having to “prove herself” galled Eden Isherwood.
The idea of having to turn to wrestling in order to the achieve the fame and glory that was rightfully hers also left a bad taste in the blonde’s mouth—but that, at least, was offset by the ability to punch b!tches in the face.
She liked punching b!tches in the face.
And, make no mistake about it, in Eden’s mind, all the women of the wrestling industry were nothing more than no talent skanks unworthy of polishing her boots. It didn’t matter to her that Isherwood had only engaged in a few months of training, and had never worked a competitive wrestling before tonight—after all, this match tonight would be anything but competitive. No one in THIS business could possibly match her athleticism.
“Are you ready, Ms. Isherwood?” one of the techie’s asked her, a question that was met with a roll of the eyes from the towering blonde.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Eden grumbles. “Sooner I can get out there, sooner I can steamroll this c*nt…”
***
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, “hailing from Storrs, Connecticut… She stands SIX feet TWO inches tall…”
The majority of FAWNatics cannot contain a stunned gasp at that announcement. Even Casey’s jaw momentarily falls slack.
“… and weighs in this evening at one hundred and sixty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, she is the one… the only… EDDDEEENNN ISSSHHHEEERRRWWWOOOOOODDD!!!!!”
EDEN ISHERWOOD:
”I WANT IT ALL/WE WILL ROCK YOU” MASHUP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th72zjgBqnQ
The speakers pump to life with a mashup of two Queen classics, “I Want It All” & “We Will Rock You” (with an “assist” from Armageddon), and with that Eden Isherwood makes her professional wrestling debut. Despite never having appeared on any wrestling show anywhere in the world, Eden arguably has the most name recognition of any of the hopefuls appearing on this card: after all, it wasn’t TOO long ago that she had been most experts’ projection to be the number one pick in the WNBA Draft. That, however, was before a scandal involving a risqué photoshoot had cost the blonde her spot on the UConn Huskies, and before Eden had responded to losing her spot on the UConn Huskies by punching the Athletic Director in the face, which lead to every team in the league electing to pass on drafting her.
Eden had zero intention of begging clubs which had already had the opportunity to secure her services for a job, and even less intention to go overseas and play ball for peanuts. And so, here she is, ready to show the world of FAWN what a REAL athlete looks like.
Right now, however, she still looks the part of a basketball player, decked out in white warm ups with blue piping. Isherwood starts to jog down the aisle, raising both hands for high-fives… but not from any of the audience members along the railing. No, Eden exchanges high fives with all her colleagues and teammates, her equals…
… who, of course, don’t exist.
At ringside, the blonde amazon shrugs out of her warmup jacket, revealing a white (with blue piping) basketball style tank, albeit one considerably tighter and shorter than a regulation uni, baring a fair amount of both midriff and cleavage. Across the front, in bedazzled blue lettering, is the word “FAWN”, with the name “ISHERWOOD” across the back in the same print. Both sides display the exact same number: 69. Eden then pulls at her tear-away sweats, revealing “shorts” that were more hotpants than anything worn in the NBA during the 1980’s.
Climbing onto the apron, Eden slides through the ropes, marching directly to half-court, as it were. Casey takes that as a sign to come out of her corner, and the referee elects not to waste time before going over the instructions. Before he can begin, however, Newsome opens her mouth. “Don’t think I’m afraid of you,” the brunette says, from the unaccustomed position of having to look up to challenge an opponent. “Cause I’m not. I’ve been about as down as you can POSSIBLY imagine, and here I am now. You may have the body to make it in this business. You may have the muscle to make it in this business…”
Newsome jabs a finger into Eden’s chest.
“But I’d lay money on you not having what it takes HERE to make it in this business. And one thing I know for damn sure: MY heart is bigger than yours.”
If Casey had expected some witty jab or cutting retort, she proves to be disappointed when Eden simply stuffed a hand into the smaller brunette’s mug and pushed her back with a pieface. When a furious Newsome manages to regain her balance, the look on her face tells the referee that there’s no point in waiting. As he calls for the bell, Casey charges an unrepentant Isherwood and jumps into a clubbing forearm to the chest. The first blow barely elicits a reaction from the ex-hoops star, but Newsome keeps firing away, landing blow after blow… and finally, after about the third forearm, Eden finds herself staggered back. Sensing an opportunity, the dark-haired Jersey girl grabs a wrist and tries to send Eden off with an Irish whip…
… alas, Isherwood has the awareness—and the reach—to grab the top rope behind her, thwarting the attempt.
Casey adapts quickly, jumping into a kneelift the catches the former Huskie just below the belly button. Eden gasps, folding forward ever so slightly as her hand falls away from the cable. So, Newsome goes back to the previous plan, setting her feet and executing the Irish whip…
… only for Isherwood to reverse it, launching Newsome hurtling toward the rubber coated steel. Eden charges after the brunette, raising her for a massive clothesline…
… but doing so a little too early. Typical rookie mistake, Casey muses, smirking to herself. Rookie mistake. Like SHE was some 10-year veteran. Still, she DID have the edge in experience in this match up, and she takes full advantage by ducking the outstretching wing. To her credit, Eden displays some of her athleticism in stopping on a dime, wheeling back around to face the rebounding Newsome and dropping down to execute a backdrop…
… but AGAIN, she tips her hand, allowing Casey to leapfrog the effort and carry on toward the ropes. With a full head of steam fueled by not one but two passes from the ropes, the young brunette reckons she has enough force behind her to launch herself into the air, twisting her body and catching the turning Isherwood with a flying crossbody block.
Unfortunately, it’s CASEY who finds herself caught, the hulking blonde barely knocked off stride by her opponent’s impact with her. Holding the writhing Newsome against her chest, Eden chuckles. “You ARE adorable.” With that, she slings the brunette from her chest to across her shoulder. “But you suck.” Charging toward the nearest corner, it only takes Isherwood’s long, luscious legs only a couple of strides to carry her there before she sends Newsome’s face CRASHING into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes.
SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8FIWR9r6Ks
The collision of facial features with leather padded turnbuckle does a respectable job of scrambling Casey’s senses, but she retains enough ring awareness to land on her feet, turning and staggering away from the corner. Unfortunately for her, Eden is also on the move, having rebounded off the ropes to Newsome’s left flank. Raising a leg, Isherwood catches Casey under the jaw with a WICKED Big Boot the sends the ex-dancer into a drunken pirouette before she pitches forward, collapsing to the mat, face down. Sauntering into a standing straddle of Newsome’s lower back, the blonde baller sinks into a crouch, scraping her foe’s upper body off the canvas before draping Casey’s arms over her thighs. The last touch is applying the chinlock, after which the camel clutch is properly secured.
“Aggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Casey moans, her boots stomping at the mat.
“What do you say, Casey?” the referee asks. “You wanna… HEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!!!”
“GGYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The official interrupts his own question about whether Newsome wants to submit, when Isherwood slips her fingers into the corners of Casey’s mouth, fishhooking her. “KNOCK IT OFF, EDEN!”
The sadistic blonde just laughs.
“Don’t think I want DQ you, Isherwood!”
When that STILL doesn’t compel Eden to let go, he finally starts to count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Isherwood withdraws her hands. But then, almost immediately, her right index finger goes back to yanking at the corner of Newsome’s mouth. Her left hand, meanwhile, starts gouging at Casey’s eyes.
“AAAAAYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
“DAMMIT, EDEN! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
The former hoops star breaks off both illegal attacks, and slowly backs up off Casey’s back. Stooping down, the towering blonde slips her arms underneath Casey’s, pulling the Jersey girl up before lacing her fingers together behind Newsome’s noggin, cinching in a camel clutch. Casey’s eyes snap shut, the brunette grinding her teeth against the pain, her arms allowed to only flail helplessly overhead as her boots struggle to remain in contact with the mat…
It’s a losing battle. Isherwood yanks the youngster off her feet with ease, swinging her from side to side as she works the nelson, Casey shaking her head from side to side as much as her shackles will allow to indicate her continuing desire to fight. After a few seconds, Eden lets Casey’s boots touch down and releases the nelson… but she then wraps her arms around Newsome’s waist. In one swift and brutal motion, Eden Isherwood TEARS young Casey off her feet, bridging back and sending the brunette flying across the ring with a release German suplex, Newsome’s head and shoulders plowed into the canvas.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVay7CN9PqE
The raven-haired Jersey girl finds herself a crumpled mess alongside the far ropes, but that doesn’t stop her from working her way back up to her hands and knees. Alas, Eden Isherwood stops Casey Newsom from working her way up any further, roughly shoving the smaller girl into a standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Newsome’s waist, Casey swings the brunette up onto her shoulder before stuffing her hands into Newsome’s armpits—after which she forces Casey even HIGHER into the air, given Eden’s impressive height and her wingspan roughly 8 feet in the air, perhaps even higher. With Newsome suspended, arms forced out to her side, Isherwood turns her cargo back toward the open expanse of ring before SLAMMING her to the mat with a thunderous crucifix powerbomb—which Eden calls her Rim Rocker.
RIM ROCKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI
With Casey left splattered, several FAWNatics would not have been surprised to see a legitimate cover earn the blonde a three count. But Isherwood does not opt for a legitimate cover, instead placing a boot atop the brunette’s chest. The crowd unloads with boos as the referee grudgingly slides into position to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Newsome shoves the boot off her bosom.
“Oh, goody,” Eden notes, her voice flat. “We’ve got ourselves a dumb f*ck.” Pulling Newsome up to her feet, she whips the smaller girl to the far corner with incredible force, Casey only just having enough time to turn her back into the collision. As her foe slumps against the buckles, Eden admires her handiwork for a moment with a smirk, before rushing in for…
Well, for what we’ll never know, as Casey manages to pivot and catch the hard charging Isherwood with an elbow just under the jaw. Eden’s head snaps back, the blonde having little choice but to follow and stagger away from the corner. More angered than hurt, Isherwood charges again…
… only this time to run into a pair of raised boots that catch the blonde’s chin. Isherwood spins away, shaking loose a few cobwebs. But Casey isn’t done, the brunette slipping through the ropes and out onto the apron. At the first sign of Eden starting her turn back toward the corner, Newsome rocks back and launches herself up onto the uppermost cable. From there, she springboards back into the ring, drawing up her knees and catching her blonde amazon of an opponent with a springboard meteora.
SPRINGBOARD METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVBk_Nug0xI
After riding Isherwood to the canvas, Casey turns over and dives across the baller’s chest, reaching to gather up and hook a leg…
ONE…
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eden kicks out.
Bouncing back to her feet, undeterred, Casey sprints into the ropes—and as Isherwood sits up, the Jersey brunette dives toward her with drawn up knees once again, this time delivering a basement running meteora. Without the added momentum of the springboard, Newsome is able to remain perched on Eden’s chest, which affords her the opportunity to reach back and attempt to hook the ex-hoop star’s legs under her arms…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood bucks loose.
As Eden rolls up to a seat, Casey knows that she CAN’T allow the hulking blonde to get back on her feet—not now that she’s finally been able to put Isherwood on the mat. Quickly, Newsome scoots in behind her, the brunette snaking her legs around her opponent’s waist and using her ex-dancer’s legs to latch on a tight, rib-crushing bodyscissors. Palming the mat, Casey pushes her rump into the air as she pours every ounce of pressure she can exert through her legs and into Isherwood’s torso, the imposing blonde for once forced to groan in anguish.
“What do you say, Eden?” the referee asks.
“I say…” Isherwood rasps, “either use some f*cking Listerine or keep your f*cking mouth shut!” Grimacing in pain, the blonde starts grinding her elbows into the meat of Casey’s inner thighs. But while Newsome hisses, she doesn’t relent in keeping the pressure applied. Shifting gears, the former Huskie starts to rock to the side, then to her stomach, the Jersey brunette trying to deny her every inch of the way—well aware of what could happen once Eden got Casey on her back.
But Eden DOES get Casey on her back, the blonde wrapping her arms around Newsome’s constricting thighs as she works her way up to her knees. Casey tries to discourage Isherwood’s progress with another squeeze, but from her knees the blonde manages to power up to her feet, still in possession of Casey’s gams. In a last-ditch effort to regain control of the situation, the Jersey girl started to slip her arms around Isherwood’s head and neck, hoping to secure a sleeper…
… but before she can, Eden rapidly retreats into the near corner, CRUSHING Casey between the buckles and her one hundred and sixty-two-pound frame. Incredibly, Newsome’s scissors only loosen. But a second thrust of Eden’s backside into Casey’s belly breaks the scissors, allowing the towering blonde to turn around. Now facing her foe, Eden muscles the brunette up to a seat on the top turnbuckle, and follows up by slamming a forearm into Newsome’s chest that rocks her back. The baller then starts to climb onto the middle rope…
… but Casey first halts the blonde’s advance with a forearm of her own, before a swift headbutt drops Isherwood back to the mat, Eden landing on her feet and turning her back to the corner. Leaping from the middle rope, Newsome reaches out her hand, palming the back of the former hoop star’s noggin and DRIVING Isherwood’s mug into the canvas with a one-handed bulldog! As Eden bounces over to her back, Casey goes for the cover, reaching to hook a leg…
ONE…
TWO…
OH HELL NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood doesn’t just kick out. She sends Casey FLYING into the air, over the referee’s frame, the brunette only just managing to land on all fours. Unwilling to relinquish control of the match, however, she scrambles up quickly, marching back to her opponent, reaching Eden just as the blonde works her ways up to her knees. Newsome starts to reach for her foe…
… when the former hardcourt star sends an uppercut that sails up between Casey’s legs, slamming into her nether regions.
Isherwood’s vile act is met with another round of boos—at least from the crowd. Casey is left silent, slack-jawed, her legs buckling and knees knocking as she pivots away from her opponent. Getting back to her feet, Eden stoops down, nudging her head up and underneath Newsome’s arm as she grabs and lifts up on the brunette’s right boot. Straightening up, Isherwood hoists Casey into the air.
Eden then drops to one knee, DRIVING the Jersey girl’s shin down onto her posted thigh.
Casey lets out a cry of agony as she crumples to the mat, curling into a protective shell. Though the move was known as a shinbreaker, the damage it could wreak is not limited to just the shin, the shockwaves working their way into Newsome’s braced right knee. Reflexively, the brunette’s hands fly to that joint, seeking to supply reinforcements to the protective brace’s efforts to support the knee…
… which does NOT escape Eden’s notice.
First, the ruthless blonde uses a couple of stomps to the knee to force Casey’s hands away. Then, Isherwood leans forward, grabbing Newsome’s right ankle and lifting her leg into the air, sliding the limb behind the blonde’s head, until the pit of her knee rests against the back of Eden’s neck. As the amazon’s hand begins to grip her thigh, Casey knows what’s coming, and she can’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth.
“Noooo…. Please, nooooOOOOOAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
SWINGING LIFTED STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXiA4025CWA
Eden straightens up, rising to her FULL height, in the process hoisting Casey Newsome off the mat and leaving her hanging down Isherwood’s imposing frame. Her right knee—the knee that had denied the brunette her dream of being a Rockette—is now tasked with supporting ALL of Casey’s weight, while at the same time placed under the torturous strain of being wrenched against Isherwood’s neck. And that torque is only exacerbated by the blonde swinging her cargo back and forth. “HOW’S THAT HEART OF YOURS, B!TCH?” Eden demands to know. “I THINK I CAN HEAR IT BREAKING… OR IS THAT LIGAMENTS TEARING?”
“AWWWWWWGGGGGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Newsome wails, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. “GYAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH…. PUUUUHHHHLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Do you give, Casey?” the referee asks, fighting the urge to turn and call for the bell WHATEVER answer she gave.
“AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Casey shrieks, no meaning intelligible from that sound. But a moment later, the brunette manages to cry out, “NOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUUUUTTTTTTHHHHHHAAAAFFFFFFUUUUUUGGGGAAAAWWWWDDDDAAAAMMMMIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!”
“Suits me fine,” Isherwood notes brightly, swinging Newsome’s upended form a little harder.
“Come on, Casey,” the official says, practically pleading with her. “You’ll have other chances to join FAWN. But not if you CAN’T WALK…”
“NOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the brunette screams. “IIIIII… I WILLLLLL…. NOOOOOTTTTTT… QUUUUIIIIIIIIUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Eden releases Casey’s leg, allowing the youngster to collapse to the canvas, Newsome sobbing freely as she pulls her aching knee tight to her chest. Peeling the brunette out of her protective shell, Isherwood hairhauls her foe off the mat, then in what could only be interpreted as an act of exploratory cruelty, launched Casey toward the ropes with an Irish whip. In a testament to the brunette’s will, her traumatized leg held up its end of the bargain, carrying Newsome first into the ropes, and then back toward Isherwood. The rest of the Jersey girl’s body was on autopilot, however, as Eden catches her under the arms, thrusts her into the air, and the DRIVES her through the mat with a lifting sitout spinebuster. Isherwood keeps her hands against Casey’s stomach, which leads the referee to slide into position…
LIFTING SITOUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDoXXMUX07M
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Newsome spasms a shoulder off the mat.
Eden simply shakes her head. “Just so f*cking adorable…” the blonde amazon purrs, climbing to her feet. Without a care in the world, Isherwood starts to pull Casey up, completely ignoring the brunette’s hands moving up to weakly grab the back of Eden’s head…
… until Casey drops into a set of splits, YANKING Isherwood’s jaw down onto Newsome’s right shoulder!
SPLIT-LEGGED JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4jDIf-0LqI
It was a move made completely out of instinct, and the price is instantly clear when the Jersey girl rolls over and again reaches for her aching knee, moaning in pain. Soon, however, a few words begin to interrupt those moans. “Get… get off your ass, Casey…” Newsome implores herself, then struggles to do exactly that. The brunette regains verticality, though she is clearly favoring one leg…
… and, unfortunately for Casey, a pissed off Eden is already up behind her. As Newsome hobbles around, Isherwood launches a kick toward her opponent… which Casey catches! Holding that long leg in her right arm, the brunette swivels alongside, slipping her head underneath the baller’s right arm before lacing her left arm around Eden’s neck. Locking her hands together, Newsome first leans forward, then rocks back, taking the hoop star down with her Turnpike Twist! Rolling to her hip, Newsome collapses across Eden’s chest, hooking a leg and scoring the…
TURNPIKE TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5W6McC5Foo
ONE...
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood kicks out.
Adrenaline beginning to pump through her veins, Casey springs to her feet and starts to charge toward the ropes. Her knee protests, but not so loudly that she can’t ignore it. Hurtling back toward a now kneeling Eden, Newsome jumps into the air, straddling the ballers shoulders as she locks her legs around Isherwood’s noggin. A whip her body sends the imposing blonde plummeting to the canvas, her face BLASTED into the canvas by Casey’s facebuster rana.
FACEBUSTER RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn7dyGxoXVk
With the house rocking, both the crowd and the Jersey girl beginning to believe, Casey decides that it’s now or never. Popping back to her feet, the young brunette pulls her foe into a standing headscissors, leaning forward to slip her arms around Eden’s midsection. Newsome closes her eyes, knowing it would take every ounce of strength she had to make this work, but with a grunt she attempts to swing Isherwood up onto her shoulders…
BRAVURA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIZ5i0m5Gzo
Eden completes half of the journey… before Casey’s knee buckles, dropping the blonde back to her feet. From there, Isherwood powers her way out of the headscissors, Newsome doubling over slightly as she staggers back, her hands again dropping to caress her knee. That proves all the opening that Isherwood needs. Folding the brunette a little further with a hand to the back, the imposing blonde slips her arms around Casey’s midsection before hoisting the brunette onto her shoulder, and into a Canadian backbreaker. Only instead of keeping her there, Eden abruptly swings her forward again, Newsome’s head winding up between Isherwood’s shapely thighs…
… just an instant before Eden drops to her backside, SPIKING her opponent’s skull with her Post Up Piledriver.
POST UP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpAFMAOUdyw
The devastating maneuver leaves Casey PLANTED, her head remaining between Eden’s thighs, her body left in a 45-degree angle with only two points of contact with the canvas: the crown of her skull and the toes of her boots, Newsome’s ass raised toward lights. Only a dismissive shove by Isherwood to the brunette’s hip sends the all but senseless lump of flesh tumbling to the mat in a sprawled heap. “I always heard, ‘It’s not the size of the dog in the fight’,” Isherwood grins, scraping the remains of Casey Newsome off the deck. If not for her hand against the back of the brunette’s neck, she likely wouldn’t remain upright at the moment, half lidded eyes staring ahead blankly. “But the way I see it,” the domineering blonde continues, stuffing her remaining hand into Newsome’s left armpit, “a pit is gonna rip the throat out of a chihuahua every day of the f*cking week.”
Without another word, Isherwood POWERS her chew toy HIGH into the air, only to viciously send her crashing back to earth, face and chest first, via her Choke Slam Dunk.
CHOKE SLAM DUNK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkuKrKZbVoY
Casey bounces up about six inches from the impact, flopping lifelessly over to her back. Casually, Eden drops to her knees and applies the cover, not bothering to hook a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A spasm from Casey’s right leg drops her ankle over the bottom rope.
“Okay, b!tch,” Isherwood sighs, climbing to her feet, “your novelty act is starting to get old.” Yanking Newsome up by a handful of hair, the towering blonde unleashes a rapid-fire succession of blows, starting with an elbow drop to the crown of the skull, followed by a boot to the midsection. When Casey slumps forward, Eden RAMS a kneelift that catches her flush between the eyes, straightening the Jersey brunette up just in time for Eden to connect with a BRUTAL spinning back fist. It’s a sequence of moves that Isherwood likes to call the Final Four, and it leaves Casey glazed-eyed and swaying in the wind, easy pickings for Isherwood to thread an arm between her thighs and scoop the brunette to her chest. From there, Isherwood’s hands move to Newsome’s bosom and crotch, the blonde thrusting her opponent high into the sky—higher than anyone else in FAWN could manage.
But as they say about what goes up…
Eden pulls her hands away, only long enough to bring them to Casey back and butt and to THROW the brunette back to the mat from that impressive height, with all the force that she could muster. Much as with the Choke Slam Dunk, Newsome hits the mat hard enough to be sent bouncing over to her back—but this time, instead of dropping to apply the cover, Isherwood VAULTS into the air, demonstrating the vertical that had allowed her to become one of the very few women to ever dunk a basketball in a game. Eden DRIVES both boots into Casey’s abdomen, forcing a few decidedly moist sounding coughs out of the brunette before she falls still.
AND ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y05vdL5Mfmc
A supremely confident Isherwood settles into a seated straddle of Casey’s belly, her right hand falling to press against the demolished brunette’s chest. Her left hand, meanwhile, rises into the sky, her fingers poised to count along as the ref slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood’s fingers slip inside the neckline of Casey’s one piece as the blonde clinches her fist, pulling the limp brunette off the mat before Eden’s victory can be made official.
“WHAT THE HELL, EDEN?” the referee demands to know.
“B!tch said she’d never quit,” replies with a sadistic smile. “I’m gonna make her eat her words.”
But apparently, first the blonde intends to have a little fun, muscling Newsome up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. Isherwood subjects the brunette to an airplane spin, the boos of the FAWNatics seeming to grow louder and louder with each rotation, until the former hoops star sends her cargo helicoptering through the air and slamming down to the canvas, once again landing face and chest first. Casually sashaying over to the wreckage of the downed FAWN hopeful, Isherwood coils Casey’s dark tresses around her fingers before pulling her up and stuffing Newsome’s head under her arm. Eden had just one more display of power in mind, intending to put her upcoming competitors on notice by delivering a delayed vertical suplex…
… when CASEY HOOKS HER LEG, FALLING BACK, TYING UP THE IMPOSING BLONDE IN A SMALL PACKAGE!!!!!
ONE…
Biting her lip and clinched her eyes shut, Newsome both strains to hold her writhing, wriggling opponent in check, and prays that she can manage it for just…
TWO…
… more seconds. Meanwhile, Isherwood is in a panic! In all the work she had done in her crash course in learning how to be a wrestler, she had never once practiced how to combat the small package! Surely, she could just power her way out, but no, Casey had her bound tight. Had her…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell sounds, Newsome releases the package, spilling away from her incredulous foe and rolling under the bottom rope. The Jersey girl drops to her feet out on the floor, her poor knee buckling and sending her stumbling backwards, falling into the guardrail. Casey’s arms fall over the barrier to help hold her up, the FAWNatics behind her in sheer, jubilant disbelief as the referee follows Casey to the floor. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares as Eden gets to her knees, shell-shocked, “your winner of the match, and the winner of a FAWN contract… CAAASSSEEEYYY NEEEWWSSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!”
Making it official, the referee raises the wide-eyed brunette’s hand.
Back in the ring, Isherwood turns her disbelieving gaze toward the announcer. “How?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper before she manages to roar, “HOW?
”
On the floor, Casey leans against the official as she limps back toward the aisle. But she only takes two steps toward the ramp before turning back to the ring. When Isherwood’s dumbfounded eyes meet Newsome’s, the brunette shouts, “HIT THE SHOWERS, B!TCH! LOOKS LIKE YOUR ASS JUST FOULED OUT!”
Eden cries out a scream of primal rage as she slaps the canvas, Casey making her exit to an ovation from the crowd. Once the brunette disappears behind the curtain however, the tenor of the audience shifts. First, it’s a few stray voices, but as the chant progresses, the volume increases…
“NAH NAH NAAAH NAAAH…
NAH NAH NAAAH NAAAH…
HEY HEEEEEEYYYY…
GOOOOOOOD BYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Pushing off the mat, Isherwood stomps to the nearest corner, pounding a fist into the top turnbuckle. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the blonde cries, unable to believe she had lost, and unable to accept that she had failed.
Behind the curtain, Casey Newsome punched the air, yelping in utter delight. 48 hours ago, she had never even HEARD of the woman whose announced victory prompted such a celebration. They had only met thanks to Talent Relations at FAWN booking them to share a room together for this card. But they had hit it off fairly quickly. Honey showed Newsome some of her match work on video, and it had been impressive. She then did something that the more established British star had no obligation to do: she sat with Newsome and watched a couple of Casey’s matches, offering advice and suggestions for what to do and how to improve.
The 19-year-old brunette was under no illusions: as much as her promise had resulted in this opportunity, Casey knew she could use all the advice and suggestions she could get. After all, she had only been wrestling for about a year, and it had only been something that she wanted to do for a few months longer than that. The Rockettes HAD been her dream…
… but the protective brace encasing her right knee was a testament to the death of THAT dream. THIS dream, however…
Honey Harris pushed her way back through the curtain, beaming from ear to ear. “AWESOME job out there!” Casey exclaimed, raising her hand as high as she could, forcing the blonde Brit to jump up for the high five.
“Your turn, Casey,” Harris replied, landing an encouraging swat to Newsome’s tush once her feet touched down. “You’ve got this!”
Casey nodded. “Yeah,” she said as Honey disappeared, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Taking a deep breath, she repeated to herself, “I’ve got this. I HAVE got this…”
***
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “your NEXT Proving Ground match is scheduled for one fall, with a 15-minute time limit. And the winner of this match will secure for herself a FAWN wrestling contract. Introducing first, hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… She stands five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-three pounds… Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… CAAASSSEEEYYY NEEEWWWSSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!”
CASEY NEWSOME:
”DEFY YOU”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSIioK8Fi5g
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” begins to pump over the arena’s sound system, behind the curtain Casey rolls her head from left to right, jogging in place for a moment before throwing a few quick jabs at the air in front of her. Once the lyrics hit, Newsome shoots through the curtain and darts to the right side of the stage. “LEMME HEAR YA!!!” the youthful brunette shouts, and the FAWNatics do not disappoint her, responding with a thunderous roar.
“Not bad,” Casey nods, backpedaling a couple of steps before turning and racing over to the left side of the stage, “but I’m not sure YOU guys heard me. I said… LEMME HEAR YA!!!!!”
That side of the building will not allow itself to be outdone, and they give Newsome a resounding shout of support.
Apparently satisfied, the brunette starts toward the ring, crisscrossing from the left side of the aisle to right and back to slap hands with the assembled FAWNatics. Into this battle, Casey wears a metallic blue one piece, a white sash serving as a belt around her waist, tied off just above her right hip. White pads and boots complete her ensemble, save for one detail: a black protective brace, encasing her right knee.
Truth be told, that brace was the reason she was here. Or, at least, the reason she had become a wrestler. Casey had dedicated herself to becoming an elite dancer, and had been well on her way before a catastrophic injury to that right knee derailed her quest. It had taken a little time, but Newsome had finally come to accept the end of that dream—but she still had the desire to perform. And when her then-boyfriend, a wrestler on the independent circuit, broached the idea of her serving as his valet, Casey saw another possibility entirely. She DID not foresee the opportunity to earn for herself a spot in arguably the most prominent women’s wrestling company in the world, only about a year into her new career…
But, seeing as the opportunity HAS presented itself, Casey has every intention of taking it.
Skipping up the ringsteps, Newsome turns to face the near ringpost before moonwalking her way to the middle of the apron. Turning her back to the ramp, Casey takes the top rope in both hands, then earns an “Ooooooooooooh!” from the FAWNatics when she drops into a set of splits—the injury to her knee having apparently done little to rob her of her flexibility—and slips underneath the bottom rope.
***
The idea of having to “prove herself” galled Eden Isherwood.
The idea of having to turn to wrestling in order to the achieve the fame and glory that was rightfully hers also left a bad taste in the blonde’s mouth—but that, at least, was offset by the ability to punch b!tches in the face.
She liked punching b!tches in the face.
And, make no mistake about it, in Eden’s mind, all the women of the wrestling industry were nothing more than no talent skanks unworthy of polishing her boots. It didn’t matter to her that Isherwood had only engaged in a few months of training, and had never worked a competitive wrestling before tonight—after all, this match tonight would be anything but competitive. No one in THIS business could possibly match her athleticism.
“Are you ready, Ms. Isherwood?” one of the techie’s asked her, a question that was met with a roll of the eyes from the towering blonde.
“Yeah, let’s get this over with,” Eden grumbles. “Sooner I can get out there, sooner I can steamroll this c*nt…”
***
“And her opponent,” the announcer resumes, “hailing from Storrs, Connecticut… She stands SIX feet TWO inches tall…”
The majority of FAWNatics cannot contain a stunned gasp at that announcement. Even Casey’s jaw momentarily falls slack.
“… and weighs in this evening at one hundred and sixty-two pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, she is the one… the only… EDDDEEENNN ISSSHHHEEERRRWWWOOOOOODDD!!!!!”
EDEN ISHERWOOD:
”I WANT IT ALL/WE WILL ROCK YOU” MASHUP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Th72zjgBqnQ
The speakers pump to life with a mashup of two Queen classics, “I Want It All” & “We Will Rock You” (with an “assist” from Armageddon), and with that Eden Isherwood makes her professional wrestling debut. Despite never having appeared on any wrestling show anywhere in the world, Eden arguably has the most name recognition of any of the hopefuls appearing on this card: after all, it wasn’t TOO long ago that she had been most experts’ projection to be the number one pick in the WNBA Draft. That, however, was before a scandal involving a risqué photoshoot had cost the blonde her spot on the UConn Huskies, and before Eden had responded to losing her spot on the UConn Huskies by punching the Athletic Director in the face, which lead to every team in the league electing to pass on drafting her.
Eden had zero intention of begging clubs which had already had the opportunity to secure her services for a job, and even less intention to go overseas and play ball for peanuts. And so, here she is, ready to show the world of FAWN what a REAL athlete looks like.
Right now, however, she still looks the part of a basketball player, decked out in white warm ups with blue piping. Isherwood starts to jog down the aisle, raising both hands for high-fives… but not from any of the audience members along the railing. No, Eden exchanges high fives with all her colleagues and teammates, her equals…
… who, of course, don’t exist.
At ringside, the blonde amazon shrugs out of her warmup jacket, revealing a white (with blue piping) basketball style tank, albeit one considerably tighter and shorter than a regulation uni, baring a fair amount of both midriff and cleavage. Across the front, in bedazzled blue lettering, is the word “FAWN”, with the name “ISHERWOOD” across the back in the same print. Both sides display the exact same number: 69. Eden then pulls at her tear-away sweats, revealing “shorts” that were more hotpants than anything worn in the NBA during the 1980’s.
Climbing onto the apron, Eden slides through the ropes, marching directly to half-court, as it were. Casey takes that as a sign to come out of her corner, and the referee elects not to waste time before going over the instructions. Before he can begin, however, Newsome opens her mouth. “Don’t think I’m afraid of you,” the brunette says, from the unaccustomed position of having to look up to challenge an opponent. “Cause I’m not. I’ve been about as down as you can POSSIBLY imagine, and here I am now. You may have the body to make it in this business. You may have the muscle to make it in this business…”
Newsome jabs a finger into Eden’s chest.
“But I’d lay money on you not having what it takes HERE to make it in this business. And one thing I know for damn sure: MY heart is bigger than yours.”
If Casey had expected some witty jab or cutting retort, she proves to be disappointed when Eden simply stuffed a hand into the smaller brunette’s mug and pushed her back with a pieface. When a furious Newsome manages to regain her balance, the look on her face tells the referee that there’s no point in waiting. As he calls for the bell, Casey charges an unrepentant Isherwood and jumps into a clubbing forearm to the chest. The first blow barely elicits a reaction from the ex-hoops star, but Newsome keeps firing away, landing blow after blow… and finally, after about the third forearm, Eden finds herself staggered back. Sensing an opportunity, the dark-haired Jersey girl grabs a wrist and tries to send Eden off with an Irish whip…
… alas, Isherwood has the awareness—and the reach—to grab the top rope behind her, thwarting the attempt.
Casey adapts quickly, jumping into a kneelift the catches the former Huskie just below the belly button. Eden gasps, folding forward ever so slightly as her hand falls away from the cable. So, Newsome goes back to the previous plan, setting her feet and executing the Irish whip…
… only for Isherwood to reverse it, launching Newsome hurtling toward the rubber coated steel. Eden charges after the brunette, raising her for a massive clothesline…
… but doing so a little too early. Typical rookie mistake, Casey muses, smirking to herself. Rookie mistake. Like SHE was some 10-year veteran. Still, she DID have the edge in experience in this match up, and she takes full advantage by ducking the outstretching wing. To her credit, Eden displays some of her athleticism in stopping on a dime, wheeling back around to face the rebounding Newsome and dropping down to execute a backdrop…
… but AGAIN, she tips her hand, allowing Casey to leapfrog the effort and carry on toward the ropes. With a full head of steam fueled by not one but two passes from the ropes, the young brunette reckons she has enough force behind her to launch herself into the air, twisting her body and catching the turning Isherwood with a flying crossbody block.
Unfortunately, it’s CASEY who finds herself caught, the hulking blonde barely knocked off stride by her opponent’s impact with her. Holding the writhing Newsome against her chest, Eden chuckles. “You ARE adorable.” With that, she slings the brunette from her chest to across her shoulder. “But you suck.” Charging toward the nearest corner, it only takes Isherwood’s long, luscious legs only a couple of strides to carry her there before she sends Newsome’s face CRASHING into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes.
SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8FIWR9r6Ks
The collision of facial features with leather padded turnbuckle does a respectable job of scrambling Casey’s senses, but she retains enough ring awareness to land on her feet, turning and staggering away from the corner. Unfortunately for her, Eden is also on the move, having rebounded off the ropes to Newsome’s left flank. Raising a leg, Isherwood catches Casey under the jaw with a WICKED Big Boot the sends the ex-dancer into a drunken pirouette before she pitches forward, collapsing to the mat, face down. Sauntering into a standing straddle of Newsome’s lower back, the blonde baller sinks into a crouch, scraping her foe’s upper body off the canvas before draping Casey’s arms over her thighs. The last touch is applying the chinlock, after which the camel clutch is properly secured.
“Aggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Casey moans, her boots stomping at the mat.
“What do you say, Casey?” the referee asks. “You wanna… HEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!!!”
“GGYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The official interrupts his own question about whether Newsome wants to submit, when Isherwood slips her fingers into the corners of Casey’s mouth, fishhooking her. “KNOCK IT OFF, EDEN!”
The sadistic blonde just laughs.
“Don’t think I want DQ you, Isherwood!”
When that STILL doesn’t compel Eden to let go, he finally starts to count…
“ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
Isherwood withdraws her hands. But then, almost immediately, her right index finger goes back to yanking at the corner of Newsome’s mouth. Her left hand, meanwhile, starts gouging at Casey’s eyes.
“AAAAAYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
“DAMMIT, EDEN! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!”
The former hoops star breaks off both illegal attacks, and slowly backs up off Casey’s back. Stooping down, the towering blonde slips her arms underneath Casey’s, pulling the Jersey girl up before lacing her fingers together behind Newsome’s noggin, cinching in a camel clutch. Casey’s eyes snap shut, the brunette grinding her teeth against the pain, her arms allowed to only flail helplessly overhead as her boots struggle to remain in contact with the mat…
It’s a losing battle. Isherwood yanks the youngster off her feet with ease, swinging her from side to side as she works the nelson, Casey shaking her head from side to side as much as her shackles will allow to indicate her continuing desire to fight. After a few seconds, Eden lets Casey’s boots touch down and releases the nelson… but she then wraps her arms around Newsome’s waist. In one swift and brutal motion, Eden Isherwood TEARS young Casey off her feet, bridging back and sending the brunette flying across the ring with a release German suplex, Newsome’s head and shoulders plowed into the canvas.
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVay7CN9PqE
The raven-haired Jersey girl finds herself a crumpled mess alongside the far ropes, but that doesn’t stop her from working her way back up to her hands and knees. Alas, Eden Isherwood stops Casey Newsom from working her way up any further, roughly shoving the smaller girl into a standing headscissors. Wrapping her arms around Newsome’s waist, Casey swings the brunette up onto her shoulder before stuffing her hands into Newsome’s armpits—after which she forces Casey even HIGHER into the air, given Eden’s impressive height and her wingspan roughly 8 feet in the air, perhaps even higher. With Newsome suspended, arms forced out to her side, Isherwood turns her cargo back toward the open expanse of ring before SLAMMING her to the mat with a thunderous crucifix powerbomb—which Eden calls her Rim Rocker.
RIM ROCKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K_MbfxV7YI
With Casey left splattered, several FAWNatics would not have been surprised to see a legitimate cover earn the blonde a three count. But Isherwood does not opt for a legitimate cover, instead placing a boot atop the brunette’s chest. The crowd unloads with boos as the referee grudgingly slides into position to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Newsome shoves the boot off her bosom.
“Oh, goody,” Eden notes, her voice flat. “We’ve got ourselves a dumb f*ck.” Pulling Newsome up to her feet, she whips the smaller girl to the far corner with incredible force, Casey only just having enough time to turn her back into the collision. As her foe slumps against the buckles, Eden admires her handiwork for a moment with a smirk, before rushing in for…
Well, for what we’ll never know, as Casey manages to pivot and catch the hard charging Isherwood with an elbow just under the jaw. Eden’s head snaps back, the blonde having little choice but to follow and stagger away from the corner. More angered than hurt, Isherwood charges again…
… only this time to run into a pair of raised boots that catch the blonde’s chin. Isherwood spins away, shaking loose a few cobwebs. But Casey isn’t done, the brunette slipping through the ropes and out onto the apron. At the first sign of Eden starting her turn back toward the corner, Newsome rocks back and launches herself up onto the uppermost cable. From there, she springboards back into the ring, drawing up her knees and catching her blonde amazon of an opponent with a springboard meteora.
SPRINGBOARD METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVBk_Nug0xI
After riding Isherwood to the canvas, Casey turns over and dives across the baller’s chest, reaching to gather up and hook a leg…
ONE…
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eden kicks out.
Bouncing back to her feet, undeterred, Casey sprints into the ropes—and as Isherwood sits up, the Jersey brunette dives toward her with drawn up knees once again, this time delivering a basement running meteora. Without the added momentum of the springboard, Newsome is able to remain perched on Eden’s chest, which affords her the opportunity to reach back and attempt to hook the ex-hoop star’s legs under her arms…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood bucks loose.
As Eden rolls up to a seat, Casey knows that she CAN’T allow the hulking blonde to get back on her feet—not now that she’s finally been able to put Isherwood on the mat. Quickly, Newsome scoots in behind her, the brunette snaking her legs around her opponent’s waist and using her ex-dancer’s legs to latch on a tight, rib-crushing bodyscissors. Palming the mat, Casey pushes her rump into the air as she pours every ounce of pressure she can exert through her legs and into Isherwood’s torso, the imposing blonde for once forced to groan in anguish.
“What do you say, Eden?” the referee asks.
“I say…” Isherwood rasps, “either use some f*cking Listerine or keep your f*cking mouth shut!” Grimacing in pain, the blonde starts grinding her elbows into the meat of Casey’s inner thighs. But while Newsome hisses, she doesn’t relent in keeping the pressure applied. Shifting gears, the former Huskie starts to rock to the side, then to her stomach, the Jersey brunette trying to deny her every inch of the way—well aware of what could happen once Eden got Casey on her back.
But Eden DOES get Casey on her back, the blonde wrapping her arms around Newsome’s constricting thighs as she works her way up to her knees. Casey tries to discourage Isherwood’s progress with another squeeze, but from her knees the blonde manages to power up to her feet, still in possession of Casey’s gams. In a last-ditch effort to regain control of the situation, the Jersey girl started to slip her arms around Isherwood’s head and neck, hoping to secure a sleeper…
… but before she can, Eden rapidly retreats into the near corner, CRUSHING Casey between the buckles and her one hundred and sixty-two-pound frame. Incredibly, Newsome’s scissors only loosen. But a second thrust of Eden’s backside into Casey’s belly breaks the scissors, allowing the towering blonde to turn around. Now facing her foe, Eden muscles the brunette up to a seat on the top turnbuckle, and follows up by slamming a forearm into Newsome’s chest that rocks her back. The baller then starts to climb onto the middle rope…
… but Casey first halts the blonde’s advance with a forearm of her own, before a swift headbutt drops Isherwood back to the mat, Eden landing on her feet and turning her back to the corner. Leaping from the middle rope, Newsome reaches out her hand, palming the back of the former hoop star’s noggin and DRIVING Isherwood’s mug into the canvas with a one-handed bulldog! As Eden bounces over to her back, Casey goes for the cover, reaching to hook a leg…
ONE…
TWO…
OH HELL NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood doesn’t just kick out. She sends Casey FLYING into the air, over the referee’s frame, the brunette only just managing to land on all fours. Unwilling to relinquish control of the match, however, she scrambles up quickly, marching back to her opponent, reaching Eden just as the blonde works her ways up to her knees. Newsome starts to reach for her foe…
… when the former hardcourt star sends an uppercut that sails up between Casey’s legs, slamming into her nether regions.
Isherwood’s vile act is met with another round of boos—at least from the crowd. Casey is left silent, slack-jawed, her legs buckling and knees knocking as she pivots away from her opponent. Getting back to her feet, Eden stoops down, nudging her head up and underneath Newsome’s arm as she grabs and lifts up on the brunette’s right boot. Straightening up, Isherwood hoists Casey into the air.
Eden then drops to one knee, DRIVING the Jersey girl’s shin down onto her posted thigh.
Casey lets out a cry of agony as she crumples to the mat, curling into a protective shell. Though the move was known as a shinbreaker, the damage it could wreak is not limited to just the shin, the shockwaves working their way into Newsome’s braced right knee. Reflexively, the brunette’s hands fly to that joint, seeking to supply reinforcements to the protective brace’s efforts to support the knee…
… which does NOT escape Eden’s notice.
First, the ruthless blonde uses a couple of stomps to the knee to force Casey’s hands away. Then, Isherwood leans forward, grabbing Newsome’s right ankle and lifting her leg into the air, sliding the limb behind the blonde’s head, until the pit of her knee rests against the back of Eden’s neck. As the amazon’s hand begins to grip her thigh, Casey knows what’s coming, and she can’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth.
“Noooo…. Please, nooooOOOOOAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
SWINGING LIFTED STRETCH MUFFLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXiA4025CWA
Eden straightens up, rising to her FULL height, in the process hoisting Casey Newsome off the mat and leaving her hanging down Isherwood’s imposing frame. Her right knee—the knee that had denied the brunette her dream of being a Rockette—is now tasked with supporting ALL of Casey’s weight, while at the same time placed under the torturous strain of being wrenched against Isherwood’s neck. And that torque is only exacerbated by the blonde swinging her cargo back and forth. “HOW’S THAT HEART OF YOURS, B!TCH?” Eden demands to know. “I THINK I CAN HEAR IT BREAKING… OR IS THAT LIGAMENTS TEARING?”
“AWWWWWWGGGGGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Newsome wails, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. “GYAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH…. PUUUUHHHHLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Do you give, Casey?” the referee asks, fighting the urge to turn and call for the bell WHATEVER answer she gave.
“AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Casey shrieks, no meaning intelligible from that sound. But a moment later, the brunette manages to cry out, “NOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUUUUTTTTTTHHHHHHAAAAFFFFFFUUUUUUGGGGAAAAWWWWDDDDAAAAMMMMIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!!!!”
“Suits me fine,” Isherwood notes brightly, swinging Newsome’s upended form a little harder.
“Come on, Casey,” the official says, practically pleading with her. “You’ll have other chances to join FAWN. But not if you CAN’T WALK…”
“NOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the brunette screams. “IIIIII… I WILLLLLL…. NOOOOOTTTTTT… QUUUUIIIIIIIIUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Eden releases Casey’s leg, allowing the youngster to collapse to the canvas, Newsome sobbing freely as she pulls her aching knee tight to her chest. Peeling the brunette out of her protective shell, Isherwood hairhauls her foe off the mat, then in what could only be interpreted as an act of exploratory cruelty, launched Casey toward the ropes with an Irish whip. In a testament to the brunette’s will, her traumatized leg held up its end of the bargain, carrying Newsome first into the ropes, and then back toward Isherwood. The rest of the Jersey girl’s body was on autopilot, however, as Eden catches her under the arms, thrusts her into the air, and the DRIVES her through the mat with a lifting sitout spinebuster. Isherwood keeps her hands against Casey’s stomach, which leads the referee to slide into position…
LIFTING SITOUT SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDoXXMUX07M
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Newsome spasms a shoulder off the mat.
Eden simply shakes her head. “Just so f*cking adorable…” the blonde amazon purrs, climbing to her feet. Without a care in the world, Isherwood starts to pull Casey up, completely ignoring the brunette’s hands moving up to weakly grab the back of Eden’s head…
… until Casey drops into a set of splits, YANKING Isherwood’s jaw down onto Newsome’s right shoulder!
SPLIT-LEGGED JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4jDIf-0LqI
It was a move made completely out of instinct, and the price is instantly clear when the Jersey girl rolls over and again reaches for her aching knee, moaning in pain. Soon, however, a few words begin to interrupt those moans. “Get… get off your ass, Casey…” Newsome implores herself, then struggles to do exactly that. The brunette regains verticality, though she is clearly favoring one leg…
… and, unfortunately for Casey, a pissed off Eden is already up behind her. As Newsome hobbles around, Isherwood launches a kick toward her opponent… which Casey catches! Holding that long leg in her right arm, the brunette swivels alongside, slipping her head underneath the baller’s right arm before lacing her left arm around Eden’s neck. Locking her hands together, Newsome first leans forward, then rocks back, taking the hoop star down with her Turnpike Twist! Rolling to her hip, Newsome collapses across Eden’s chest, hooking a leg and scoring the…
TURNPIKE TWIST:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5W6McC5Foo
ONE...
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood kicks out.
Adrenaline beginning to pump through her veins, Casey springs to her feet and starts to charge toward the ropes. Her knee protests, but not so loudly that she can’t ignore it. Hurtling back toward a now kneeling Eden, Newsome jumps into the air, straddling the ballers shoulders as she locks her legs around Isherwood’s noggin. A whip her body sends the imposing blonde plummeting to the canvas, her face BLASTED into the canvas by Casey’s facebuster rana.
FACEBUSTER RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn7dyGxoXVk
With the house rocking, both the crowd and the Jersey girl beginning to believe, Casey decides that it’s now or never. Popping back to her feet, the young brunette pulls her foe into a standing headscissors, leaning forward to slip her arms around Eden’s midsection. Newsome closes her eyes, knowing it would take every ounce of strength she had to make this work, but with a grunt she attempts to swing Isherwood up onto her shoulders…
BRAVURA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIZ5i0m5Gzo
Eden completes half of the journey… before Casey’s knee buckles, dropping the blonde back to her feet. From there, Isherwood powers her way out of the headscissors, Newsome doubling over slightly as she staggers back, her hands again dropping to caress her knee. That proves all the opening that Isherwood needs. Folding the brunette a little further with a hand to the back, the imposing blonde slips her arms around Casey’s midsection before hoisting the brunette onto her shoulder, and into a Canadian backbreaker. Only instead of keeping her there, Eden abruptly swings her forward again, Newsome’s head winding up between Isherwood’s shapely thighs…
… just an instant before Eden drops to her backside, SPIKING her opponent’s skull with her Post Up Piledriver.
POST UP PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zpAFMAOUdyw
The devastating maneuver leaves Casey PLANTED, her head remaining between Eden’s thighs, her body left in a 45-degree angle with only two points of contact with the canvas: the crown of her skull and the toes of her boots, Newsome’s ass raised toward lights. Only a dismissive shove by Isherwood to the brunette’s hip sends the all but senseless lump of flesh tumbling to the mat in a sprawled heap. “I always heard, ‘It’s not the size of the dog in the fight’,” Isherwood grins, scraping the remains of Casey Newsome off the deck. If not for her hand against the back of the brunette’s neck, she likely wouldn’t remain upright at the moment, half lidded eyes staring ahead blankly. “But the way I see it,” the domineering blonde continues, stuffing her remaining hand into Newsome’s left armpit, “a pit is gonna rip the throat out of a chihuahua every day of the f*cking week.”
Without another word, Isherwood POWERS her chew toy HIGH into the air, only to viciously send her crashing back to earth, face and chest first, via her Choke Slam Dunk.
CHOKE SLAM DUNK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkuKrKZbVoY
Casey bounces up about six inches from the impact, flopping lifelessly over to her back. Casually, Eden drops to her knees and applies the cover, not bothering to hook a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A spasm from Casey’s right leg drops her ankle over the bottom rope.
“Okay, b!tch,” Isherwood sighs, climbing to her feet, “your novelty act is starting to get old.” Yanking Newsome up by a handful of hair, the towering blonde unleashes a rapid-fire succession of blows, starting with an elbow drop to the crown of the skull, followed by a boot to the midsection. When Casey slumps forward, Eden RAMS a kneelift that catches her flush between the eyes, straightening the Jersey brunette up just in time for Eden to connect with a BRUTAL spinning back fist. It’s a sequence of moves that Isherwood likes to call the Final Four, and it leaves Casey glazed-eyed and swaying in the wind, easy pickings for Isherwood to thread an arm between her thighs and scoop the brunette to her chest. From there, Isherwood’s hands move to Newsome’s bosom and crotch, the blonde thrusting her opponent high into the sky—higher than anyone else in FAWN could manage.
But as they say about what goes up…
Eden pulls her hands away, only long enough to bring them to Casey back and butt and to THROW the brunette back to the mat from that impressive height, with all the force that she could muster. Much as with the Choke Slam Dunk, Newsome hits the mat hard enough to be sent bouncing over to her back—but this time, instead of dropping to apply the cover, Isherwood VAULTS into the air, demonstrating the vertical that had allowed her to become one of the very few women to ever dunk a basketball in a game. Eden DRIVES both boots into Casey’s abdomen, forcing a few decidedly moist sounding coughs out of the brunette before she falls still.
AND ONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y05vdL5Mfmc
A supremely confident Isherwood settles into a seated straddle of Casey’s belly, her right hand falling to press against the demolished brunette’s chest. Her left hand, meanwhile, rises into the sky, her fingers poised to count along as the ref slaps off the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isherwood’s fingers slip inside the neckline of Casey’s one piece as the blonde clinches her fist, pulling the limp brunette off the mat before Eden’s victory can be made official.
“WHAT THE HELL, EDEN?” the referee demands to know.
“B!tch said she’d never quit,” replies with a sadistic smile. “I’m gonna make her eat her words.”
But apparently, first the blonde intends to have a little fun, muscling Newsome up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. Isherwood subjects the brunette to an airplane spin, the boos of the FAWNatics seeming to grow louder and louder with each rotation, until the former hoops star sends her cargo helicoptering through the air and slamming down to the canvas, once again landing face and chest first. Casually sashaying over to the wreckage of the downed FAWN hopeful, Isherwood coils Casey’s dark tresses around her fingers before pulling her up and stuffing Newsome’s head under her arm. Eden had just one more display of power in mind, intending to put her upcoming competitors on notice by delivering a delayed vertical suplex…
… when CASEY HOOKS HER LEG, FALLING BACK, TYING UP THE IMPOSING BLONDE IN A SMALL PACKAGE!!!!!
ONE…
Biting her lip and clinched her eyes shut, Newsome both strains to hold her writhing, wriggling opponent in check, and prays that she can manage it for just…
TWO…
… more seconds. Meanwhile, Isherwood is in a panic! In all the work she had done in her crash course in learning how to be a wrestler, she had never once practiced how to combat the small package! Surely, she could just power her way out, but no, Casey had her bound tight. Had her…
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell sounds, Newsome releases the package, spilling away from her incredulous foe and rolling under the bottom rope. The Jersey girl drops to her feet out on the floor, her poor knee buckling and sending her stumbling backwards, falling into the guardrail. Casey’s arms fall over the barrier to help hold her up, the FAWNatics behind her in sheer, jubilant disbelief as the referee follows Casey to the floor. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer declares as Eden gets to her knees, shell-shocked, “your winner of the match, and the winner of a FAWN contract… CAAASSSEEEYYY NEEEWWSSSOOOMMMEEE!!!!!”
Making it official, the referee raises the wide-eyed brunette’s hand.
Back in the ring, Isherwood turns her disbelieving gaze toward the announcer. “How?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper before she manages to roar, “HOW?
”On the floor, Casey leans against the official as she limps back toward the aisle. But she only takes two steps toward the ramp before turning back to the ring. When Isherwood’s dumbfounded eyes meet Newsome’s, the brunette shouts, “HIT THE SHOWERS, B!TCH! LOOKS LIKE YOUR ASS JUST FOULED OUT!”
Eden cries out a scream of primal rage as she slaps the canvas, Casey making her exit to an ovation from the crowd. Once the brunette disappears behind the curtain however, the tenor of the audience shifts. First, it’s a few stray voices, but as the chant progresses, the volume increases…
“NAH NAH NAAAH NAAAH…
NAH NAH NAAAH NAAAH…
HEY HEEEEEEYYYY…
GOOOOOOOD BYYYYEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Pushing off the mat, Isherwood stomps to the nearest corner, pounding a fist into the top turnbuckle. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the blonde cries, unable to believe she had lost, and unable to accept that she had failed.