Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 22:21:28 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. First, please welcome…straight from the Jungle…the Cheshire Catfighter, SELENA DOUGLAS!
ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS
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SELENA DOUGLAS
Hendrix would usually excite a crowd, but on this occasion it only drew boos. The reason for that walked through the curtain seconds later, flipping a pair of middle fingers to all and sundry. For her first ‘main show’ appearance in some time Selena was clad in a torn mesh t-shirt, blue bikini bottom, black leather boots and plenty of mascara. She snarled her way down to the ring snarking at fans, and then turned with a sneer to wait on the poor girl who was meant to be her opposition tonight.
An electric guitar screamed out into the arena, launching into an angry, fast-paced riff accompanied by myriad purple strobes. Both subsided quickly, leaving only white lights at the head of the ramp outlining a figure. The silhouette bounced a little, fluffing her mass of afro and cracking her neck, then slowly raised her arms as the verse of her theme song built up. Then, as the itchy guitars roared back into the track, she spun around and…
OVER AND OVER
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…shot like a bullet out if the entranceway and straight into the crowd. In fact she vaulted over the barriers and pretty much over the front row, security scurrying to retrieve her and even a few crowd members seeming a bit taken aback at that enthusiasm. As soon as the new girl had extricated herself from one side of the ramp she sprinted to the other, yelling in pure delight and slapping every single hand she could.
VALERIA GEORGE
Overhead, the announcer finally managed to find his voice. “And making her US debut tonight, standing at five 5’7” and weighing in tonight at 137lbs…proudly representing Hackney, London, England please welcome…’The Irresistable Force’…VALERIA GEORGE.
Ria (as she was known to pretty much everyone) had used the announcement to sprint full tilt into the ring, bouncing off the far ropes and leaping off both tiptoes for a big wave as her name was called. Her black crop top, the word ‘IRRESISTABLE’ printed across in large letters, was removed, revealing a sportily cut dusky purple two-piece with two straps across her belly and plenty of honey-brown skin on show. Black pads and boots completed her look, but that t-shirt was swung once around her head and then hurled out to the audience.
Having waved to every single part of the arena, the new girl looked around to find the nearest cameraman. Getting as close as she could to the camera, Ria held up a hand with three fingers extended and rotated to form a lose capital ‘E’. She then made the fingers of both hands into loops, holding them together to make a sideways ‘8’ before raising this above her head to show the rest of the arena. A few of those in the crowd decided this second sigil might be represent a makeshift infinity symbol, but Ria knew that back home in London E8 her friends and family would be going wild.
Merle had been trying to complete his checks for a good thirty seconds, but the newbie literally wouldn’t stand still long enough to allow it. He cleared his throat meaningfully and got a slightly embarrassed grin in return. “Soz bossman” the exotic girl chirped, “link me now, aight?” Luckily Ria had offered one boot to check, saving Merle the embarrassment of asking her what the hell she’d just said.
Final checks completed, Merle gestured to the timekeeper and the bell rang out. Selena seemed quite happy in her corner for the moment, but the new girl was straight out to the middle. “Safe fam!” she shouted excitedly, extending a hand in Douglas’ direction.
A handshake was always a bit of a minefield in FAWN, and Selena was so rarely offered one that she genuinely didn’t know how to respond for a second. She pushed off the ropes though, walking slowly out and extending one hand. George had just begun reaching out for it when the redhead faked her out, that open hand swiftly transforming into a flipped bird.
“Par izzit?” Ria surged forward looking for a collar and elbow but Douglas backed off a little and held up a hand. “Have you had a stroke bytch?” she asked incredulously. “What the hell are you trying to say?”
The new girl opened her mouth to reply, and Selena took this distraction as the perfect opportunity to rake her across the eyes. George staggered back, hands flying to her peepers and leaving her wide open for the classic follow-up of a kick to the crotch. Eyes bleary, Valeria suddenly went knock-kneed and doubled forward, that huge mass of black curls in perfect position for Douglas to grab hold and drop to her butt.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER
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An unprotected facebuster was often enough to end a match, and pretty much no-one pulled it out of their arsenal this early. But Selena was already annoyed by this girl with the big grin and speech impediment, and frankly she had better things to do than shepherd some hopeless new fish through her first night in juvie. Eager to be done, Selena kicked the dazed Brit over onto her back and knelt down, pressing those strong shoulders down with both elbows. Merle was hardly happy about the dirty tactics, but he had no option but to count…
…
The referee’s hand didn’t even make it to the mat once. George pushed the redhead off, scrambled to her feet and charged off to the ropes before Selena and Merle had even processed exactly what had just happened. Douglas managed to make it to her feet by the time the new girl had sprung back, but Ria just threw herself full length at the smaller woman in a sort of makeshift spear tackle.
Both girls crashed down in a mess of hair and limbs but Valeria was solidly on top of the pile. She quickly braced one hand to the mat and raised the other, hammering her forearm four or five solid times down into Selena’s shocked face. The redhead screeched and pushed her away, scrambling sideways and grasping at the ropes with Ria careening after her. “Get the crazy bytch off of me!” she wailed at Merle as she slid under the ropes.
Valeria didn’t follow her out, but she popped to her feet and stormed off in a little circle before returning to confront the official. “Bus get sket blud!” she shouted, gesturing angrily towards where Selena was checking her makeup. Merle glanced at her for a second. “Um…sorry miss, but what did you say?”
“Sket ting!” Ria waved a hand in his face, then sighed in exasperation. When she next spoke her voice was quite different, what most people would recognize as a regular east London accent. “She just scratched my eye and kicked me in the fork mate! You gonna stop her any time soon?” Merle’s eyes bugged a little as he processed the change in accent, but he was quick to respond “I won’t let her do it again miss.”
“You won’t do shyt!” Douglas shouted from outside the ring. Ria glanced at her briefly, then yelled “Roadman eyes cuz!” at Merle and charged off to the ropes. It was pretty obvious that she had some sort of dive in mind as she headed back, and Selena reacted accordingly, doing her best to get out of the way as she flinched back to protect her face.
No impact was forthcoming, so Douglas decided she must have done enough to avoid the danger. She turned back with a snarl and searched the floor, expecting to see the Brit hurting from her failure. When that came up short she glanced back up into the ring and let out an ‘eep!’.
Ria had jumped alright, but she’d landed on the middle rope and grabbed the top for support. Suspended there, she had plenty of time to see Douglas drop her guard before leaping up and over to throw herself down onto the startled redhead.
DELAYED SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA
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Squashed under 137lbs of flying Brit, Selena stayed down on the matting trying to recover her bearings. Ria was up again though, scrambling to her feet with the help of a nearby barrier and jogging off. She returned at a dead sprint, diving into a low dropkick which caught Douglas in her side. And then she was back up again, shoveling the groaning beauty back under the bottom rope and hopping up herself before Merle had even reached three on his count out.
Selena scrambled away, using Merle’s trousers as a ladder to haul herself back upright when Ria advanced. When the honey-skinned lovely sped up towards a sprint Douglas screeched and slipped right behind him hauled him by his shirt like a human shield as she backed towards the corner. But the girl who claimed to be Irresistible just ran right past her, bouncing up onto one rope then on to another before returning with a beautiful Springboard Back Elbow.
Message boards often joked about the dangers of being a FAWN referee, but the fact was that you didn’t last long in that job without learning when to duck. And so it was that Merle lurched aside at the perfect instant to avoid the flying Brit. Selena had no such luck though, taking the elbow right in the face and staying down as Ria popped back up, gave a wordless roar which the crowd responded to a hundredfold, and then spun to deliver a second elbow drop. An ‘oomph’ noise escaped Douglas’ lips and she wormed her way rapidly to the ropes again, hanging on and wailing “Get’er off me!”.
“She’s not touching you miss” Merle responded, but Selena had already dragged him over again to shield her while she used the ropes to climb to her feet. This time Ria didn’t charge, but she was almost bouncing on her toes, the adrenaline clearly pumping way too hard to keep still. She was quickly heading forwards again as soon as Merle gave her the nod, but this time the wily redhead was ready for her, popping out to the referee’s side and jabbing another thumb into George’s eye.
“No more, Selena, don’t make me disqualify you!” Merle warned as the Irresistible girl pawed at her reddening peeper. Douglas ignored him completely, storming forward and CLAPPING a big kneelift off the taller woman’s unprotected face. George went down on her back and Selena quickly hooked up both of her feet and flipped forwards, this time trying a much more secure matchbook pin for Merle to count…
ONE
TW…
Valeria showed impressive leg strength to kick free but it wasn’t quite enough to break Selena’s grasp. Using the captive ankles to flip the bigger woman onto her front Douglas pulled herself into the gap between her legs and lifted up. Her control of George’s hips lifted the dusky beauty up a few feet off the mat, dropping back down at speed when Selena sat out into a clever Wheelbarrow Facebuster.
And Douglas wasn’t done, reaching forward to capture the stunned girl’s wrists and using them to haul backwards. The transition into a double chickenwing was as simple as it was evil, Ria’s head lifted up from the mat with muscle-tearing pressure was applied to her shoulders. She had to keep her teeth gritted to avoid letting out a scream, meaning that when Merle slid over to ask “Do you want to give up miss?” she could only shake her head at him.
LEG TRAP DOUBLE CHICKENWING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwroJGemejg
“Just tap out, new meat,” Selena crowed, “We both know you’re not getting out, give it up now and maybe I won’t make things any worse.” To illustrate her point she wrenched back on the hold a little more, earning a fresh moan from her torture victim. But the girl who claimed to be unstoppable was just about managing to live up to her name, again shaking her head when Merle repeated his question.
Despite her whole body being effectively locked up Ria had still never stopped moving, bobbing her head and twitching around as if she was trying to wriggle out of a strait jacket. The reason for this suddenly became clear when she used the few inches of room she’d created to pull back and then lunge forward. This carried a risk of her arm being wrenched from its socket, but she rolled the dice and was rewarded with the trapped limb just jerking free.
Immediately Ria became a blur of motion again, tugging one leg free and tucking into a forward roll so fast that poor Merle had to dodge sharply sideways to avoid being taken out. Selena still had control of one wrist but this only worked to George’s advantage as she hopped to her feet and straight off into a low dropkick, reeling in that captured arm for some extra propulsion. Two white boots smashed into Douglas’ sternum and sent the redheaded beauty rolling backwards.
Both women were up to their feet quickly, Ria already on the move again. Selena had a big clothesline ready and waiting for her, but George ducked that with ease and leaped onto the middle rope. The combination of high entrance speed and the springy steel cable allowed the London girl to trampoline halfway across the ring to hook around Douglas’ head, rotating around and then dropping to her back with devastating momentum.
NEXT LEVEL
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This audience was easily the biggest Ria had ever performed in front of, and the pop for her athletic signature move was louder than she’d ever heard it before. Every instinct told her to jump up and acknowledge that applause, but this was the big leagues and she knew that one mistake here could be lethal. Calming that roaring adrenaline, the Irresistible girl held onto her facelock and brought her legs up to join it, squeezing down on the Koji Clutch as hard as she could.
FORCE CHOKE
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The brunette’s twin clutches were cinched deep around Selena’s neck, and the position in the middle of the ring meant that she couldn’t reach a rope no matter how far she stretched her legs. To make matters worse the new girl’s mouth was about a foot away and constantly yelling in whatever unintelligible dialect she used. Douglas tuned out the “BRAP BRAP” sounds and instead focused on Merle, who said “What do you say, Selena? Need me to end this.”
“I…j.. just need you to…” the rest of Douglas’ words were too quiet to hear. Merle ducked in closer, surprised at how quickly the Cheshire Catfighter was going under, and his concern was rewarded by Selena whipping out her free hand, grabbing on his suddenly available collar and using it to haul herself forwards a little. “Get offa me!” Merle shouted, tugging at his shirt until it was released and then standing up in a hurry to rearrange his attire.
Despite this little trick having only achieved her a few inches of movement Selena seemed pretty pleased with herself. As soon as Merle’s attention was diverted she gave two big tugs on her captor’s afro, pulling her closer in, then dug yet another thumb into her eye. Ria let go with a yowl and sat up.
“One more time dat sket ting!” she shouted at Selena, who was too busy refilling her suddenly unobstructed airways to respond. “Gots be da change fam!” Now Ria’s voice was a lot more conciliatory, as if she was hoping to convince her opponent of…well…whatever she had said. Both girls were back on their feet by this point and George continued her efforts. “Bus step off an roll with the girldem.”
“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re saying.” Douglas fired off a chop at the taller woman’s chest to punctuate her thoughts. “It might be brain damage, or maybe you’re just mentally ill, but no one!” she fired another chop. “Understands!” Another. “Yoourgggh!”
Her last word was cut off by the huge uppercut Ria threw her way. The closed fist drove into the soft flesh just behind Douglas’ chin and almost lifted her off her feet, sending the smaller girl back-first onto the canvas. “NO CLOSED FISTS MISS!” Merle shouted, and George responded like a startled cat, cringing away from him and the both hands up pleading.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” she begged, “the girl gone ho and I can’ get bully ting! No DQ bossman, please!” Merle stepped back, a little startled by this overly sincere response and also still completely confused by what the girl was saying. “Uh, just don’t do it again, ok miss?” he asked. Ria practically jumped forward, wrapping her arms around in a hug and patting him on the back as if he’d just done her a huge favor.
Of course, that meant that her back was turned to Selena. If George had forgotten how bad of an idea that was she was quickly reminded when an arm swung between her legs and buried into her crotch. Those strong legs suddenly turned to jelly as the Brit slumped forward into Merle’s arms.
“Why are you helping her?” Selena demanded as the red-faced zebra tried to disentangle himself from Valeria’s clutches. To help him out she grabbed a big handful of afro and yanked back, pulling the bigger woman along for the ride. “Don’t think I’ll forget that blatant favoritism Douglas shouted at him, spinning as she did so to Irish Whip George into the ropes.
The London girl came back at full speed and looked to be easy prey for Selena, who was waiting bent forwards for what would surely be a hellacious back body drop. This was averted when Ria realised her peril and gave a huge one-footed leap, clearing the smaller woman entirely and landing in a slightly messy forward roll.
Denied whatever she had been planning, Douglas gave a snarl and charged right in. This time the Irresistible girl was waiting, and she quickly hooked under the redhead’s armpits and threw her up as high as her considerable strength could carry her. Ripped away from her moorings Selena flew up into the air and would have fallen flat on her belly if Ria hadn’t caught her halfway down with a huge European Uppercut.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
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The audience roared their approval as Selena was sent cartwheeling away from the impact. She ended up next to the nearby corner, her back resting across the bottom buckle, and seemed pretty happy to just stay there until the cobwebs in her head had blown away. Unfortunately Ria had no plans to let that happen, setting off in a loop of the ring which increased in speed until she flung herself into a headfirst somersault towards that occupied corner.
UNSTOPPABLE!
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The Cannonball wasn’t exactly pleasant for Ria, but it was far worse for the Cheshire Catfighter, sandwiched as she was between 137lbs of flying Brit and a very immovable steel turnbuckle. Squashed like a bug, Selena offered no resistance as George grabbed one foot, hauled her out a little way from the corner, and then scrambled over and hopped up to the top rope in one fluid motion.
The high rent district was also very definitely high risk, and while this Irresistible new girl had shown plenty of athleticism in her debut shed also showed a good bit of clumsiness. As such the crowd’s excitement had a mummer of concern, particularly when Ria let go of the rope grip she was using to balance and stood up, raising her hands in that ‘infinity’ symbol she had used before.
Even as she stood to her full height Ria was starting to fall backwards, and the crowd reached their loudest just as gravity had started to claim her. This turned out to be fine though, the London girl tucking forwards so her head went between her legs and then completing a risky-looking but extremely effective somersault to splash down back-first on Selena’s gasping torso.
IRRESISTABOMB
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Having landed safely Ria didn’t seem keen to give up her crash pad, reaching over to hook a leg and leaning back with her full weight to press Douglas’ oblivious shoulders to the matt. Merle was there immediately, sliding in to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The instant Merle’s hand fell for the third time Ria leaped up, gave a huge roar and pumped both fists hard. The FAWNatics around her were also pleased, but maybe slightly alarmed at just how excited this newcomer really was. She clearly didn’t’ care though, running laps of the ring and waving to everyone and everything within eyeshot.
It took Merle at least thirty seconds to actually get Valeria to stop moving long enough to raise her hand, and even then she was still bouncing on the spot in excitement. “Good fight miss" he offered, and received a huge and extremely grateful hug in response. “Gratz bossman! You roll my way and we gone shut dis bashment down!”
“Um…sorry miss, but what did you say?” Merle looked slightly embarrassed, but Ria just smiled. “Thanks for calling my first match, you’re going to be raising my hand a lot from now on.”
“Um…no offense, but why didn’t you just say that?”
The irresistible girl fixed him with a tilted grin. “I gots represent, fam!” Merle still looked nonplussed, so she continued. “The world might not understand yet, but they will. Now link dat ting bossman!” This last phrase was accompanied by her offering her wrist again. Merle wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but he shrugged and raised it high once more, while the new girl basked in the cheers and glowed from her debut win.
ROOM FULL OF MIRRORS
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SELENA DOUGLAS
Hendrix would usually excite a crowd, but on this occasion it only drew boos. The reason for that walked through the curtain seconds later, flipping a pair of middle fingers to all and sundry. For her first ‘main show’ appearance in some time Selena was clad in a torn mesh t-shirt, blue bikini bottom, black leather boots and plenty of mascara. She snarled her way down to the ring snarking at fans, and then turned with a sneer to wait on the poor girl who was meant to be her opposition tonight.
An electric guitar screamed out into the arena, launching into an angry, fast-paced riff accompanied by myriad purple strobes. Both subsided quickly, leaving only white lights at the head of the ramp outlining a figure. The silhouette bounced a little, fluffing her mass of afro and cracking her neck, then slowly raised her arms as the verse of her theme song built up. Then, as the itchy guitars roared back into the track, she spun around and…
OVER AND OVER
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…shot like a bullet out if the entranceway and straight into the crowd. In fact she vaulted over the barriers and pretty much over the front row, security scurrying to retrieve her and even a few crowd members seeming a bit taken aback at that enthusiasm. As soon as the new girl had extricated herself from one side of the ramp she sprinted to the other, yelling in pure delight and slapping every single hand she could.
VALERIA GEORGE
Overhead, the announcer finally managed to find his voice. “And making her US debut tonight, standing at five 5’7” and weighing in tonight at 137lbs…proudly representing Hackney, London, England please welcome…’The Irresistable Force’…VALERIA GEORGE.
Ria (as she was known to pretty much everyone) had used the announcement to sprint full tilt into the ring, bouncing off the far ropes and leaping off both tiptoes for a big wave as her name was called. Her black crop top, the word ‘IRRESISTABLE’ printed across in large letters, was removed, revealing a sportily cut dusky purple two-piece with two straps across her belly and plenty of honey-brown skin on show. Black pads and boots completed her look, but that t-shirt was swung once around her head and then hurled out to the audience.
Having waved to every single part of the arena, the new girl looked around to find the nearest cameraman. Getting as close as she could to the camera, Ria held up a hand with three fingers extended and rotated to form a lose capital ‘E’. She then made the fingers of both hands into loops, holding them together to make a sideways ‘8’ before raising this above her head to show the rest of the arena. A few of those in the crowd decided this second sigil might be represent a makeshift infinity symbol, but Ria knew that back home in London E8 her friends and family would be going wild.
Merle had been trying to complete his checks for a good thirty seconds, but the newbie literally wouldn’t stand still long enough to allow it. He cleared his throat meaningfully and got a slightly embarrassed grin in return. “Soz bossman” the exotic girl chirped, “link me now, aight?” Luckily Ria had offered one boot to check, saving Merle the embarrassment of asking her what the hell she’d just said.
Final checks completed, Merle gestured to the timekeeper and the bell rang out. Selena seemed quite happy in her corner for the moment, but the new girl was straight out to the middle. “Safe fam!” she shouted excitedly, extending a hand in Douglas’ direction.
A handshake was always a bit of a minefield in FAWN, and Selena was so rarely offered one that she genuinely didn’t know how to respond for a second. She pushed off the ropes though, walking slowly out and extending one hand. George had just begun reaching out for it when the redhead faked her out, that open hand swiftly transforming into a flipped bird.
“Par izzit?” Ria surged forward looking for a collar and elbow but Douglas backed off a little and held up a hand. “Have you had a stroke bytch?” she asked incredulously. “What the hell are you trying to say?”
The new girl opened her mouth to reply, and Selena took this distraction as the perfect opportunity to rake her across the eyes. George staggered back, hands flying to her peepers and leaving her wide open for the classic follow-up of a kick to the crotch. Eyes bleary, Valeria suddenly went knock-kneed and doubled forward, that huge mass of black curls in perfect position for Douglas to grab hold and drop to her butt.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER
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An unprotected facebuster was often enough to end a match, and pretty much no-one pulled it out of their arsenal this early. But Selena was already annoyed by this girl with the big grin and speech impediment, and frankly she had better things to do than shepherd some hopeless new fish through her first night in juvie. Eager to be done, Selena kicked the dazed Brit over onto her back and knelt down, pressing those strong shoulders down with both elbows. Merle was hardly happy about the dirty tactics, but he had no option but to count…
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The referee’s hand didn’t even make it to the mat once. George pushed the redhead off, scrambled to her feet and charged off to the ropes before Selena and Merle had even processed exactly what had just happened. Douglas managed to make it to her feet by the time the new girl had sprung back, but Ria just threw herself full length at the smaller woman in a sort of makeshift spear tackle.
Both girls crashed down in a mess of hair and limbs but Valeria was solidly on top of the pile. She quickly braced one hand to the mat and raised the other, hammering her forearm four or five solid times down into Selena’s shocked face. The redhead screeched and pushed her away, scrambling sideways and grasping at the ropes with Ria careening after her. “Get the crazy bytch off of me!” she wailed at Merle as she slid under the ropes.
Valeria didn’t follow her out, but she popped to her feet and stormed off in a little circle before returning to confront the official. “Bus get sket blud!” she shouted, gesturing angrily towards where Selena was checking her makeup. Merle glanced at her for a second. “Um…sorry miss, but what did you say?”
“Sket ting!” Ria waved a hand in his face, then sighed in exasperation. When she next spoke her voice was quite different, what most people would recognize as a regular east London accent. “She just scratched my eye and kicked me in the fork mate! You gonna stop her any time soon?” Merle’s eyes bugged a little as he processed the change in accent, but he was quick to respond “I won’t let her do it again miss.”
“You won’t do shyt!” Douglas shouted from outside the ring. Ria glanced at her briefly, then yelled “Roadman eyes cuz!” at Merle and charged off to the ropes. It was pretty obvious that she had some sort of dive in mind as she headed back, and Selena reacted accordingly, doing her best to get out of the way as she flinched back to protect her face.
No impact was forthcoming, so Douglas decided she must have done enough to avoid the danger. She turned back with a snarl and searched the floor, expecting to see the Brit hurting from her failure. When that came up short she glanced back up into the ring and let out an ‘eep!’.
Ria had jumped alright, but she’d landed on the middle rope and grabbed the top for support. Suspended there, she had plenty of time to see Douglas drop her guard before leaping up and over to throw herself down onto the startled redhead.
DELAYED SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sT7PHW4ZdU
Squashed under 137lbs of flying Brit, Selena stayed down on the matting trying to recover her bearings. Ria was up again though, scrambling to her feet with the help of a nearby barrier and jogging off. She returned at a dead sprint, diving into a low dropkick which caught Douglas in her side. And then she was back up again, shoveling the groaning beauty back under the bottom rope and hopping up herself before Merle had even reached three on his count out.
Selena scrambled away, using Merle’s trousers as a ladder to haul herself back upright when Ria advanced. When the honey-skinned lovely sped up towards a sprint Douglas screeched and slipped right behind him hauled him by his shirt like a human shield as she backed towards the corner. But the girl who claimed to be Irresistible just ran right past her, bouncing up onto one rope then on to another before returning with a beautiful Springboard Back Elbow.
Message boards often joked about the dangers of being a FAWN referee, but the fact was that you didn’t last long in that job without learning when to duck. And so it was that Merle lurched aside at the perfect instant to avoid the flying Brit. Selena had no such luck though, taking the elbow right in the face and staying down as Ria popped back up, gave a wordless roar which the crowd responded to a hundredfold, and then spun to deliver a second elbow drop. An ‘oomph’ noise escaped Douglas’ lips and she wormed her way rapidly to the ropes again, hanging on and wailing “Get’er off me!”.
“She’s not touching you miss” Merle responded, but Selena had already dragged him over again to shield her while she used the ropes to climb to her feet. This time Ria didn’t charge, but she was almost bouncing on her toes, the adrenaline clearly pumping way too hard to keep still. She was quickly heading forwards again as soon as Merle gave her the nod, but this time the wily redhead was ready for her, popping out to the referee’s side and jabbing another thumb into George’s eye.
“No more, Selena, don’t make me disqualify you!” Merle warned as the Irresistible girl pawed at her reddening peeper. Douglas ignored him completely, storming forward and CLAPPING a big kneelift off the taller woman’s unprotected face. George went down on her back and Selena quickly hooked up both of her feet and flipped forwards, this time trying a much more secure matchbook pin for Merle to count…
ONE
TW…
Valeria showed impressive leg strength to kick free but it wasn’t quite enough to break Selena’s grasp. Using the captive ankles to flip the bigger woman onto her front Douglas pulled herself into the gap between her legs and lifted up. Her control of George’s hips lifted the dusky beauty up a few feet off the mat, dropping back down at speed when Selena sat out into a clever Wheelbarrow Facebuster.
And Douglas wasn’t done, reaching forward to capture the stunned girl’s wrists and using them to haul backwards. The transition into a double chickenwing was as simple as it was evil, Ria’s head lifted up from the mat with muscle-tearing pressure was applied to her shoulders. She had to keep her teeth gritted to avoid letting out a scream, meaning that when Merle slid over to ask “Do you want to give up miss?” she could only shake her head at him.
LEG TRAP DOUBLE CHICKENWING
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwroJGemejg
“Just tap out, new meat,” Selena crowed, “We both know you’re not getting out, give it up now and maybe I won’t make things any worse.” To illustrate her point she wrenched back on the hold a little more, earning a fresh moan from her torture victim. But the girl who claimed to be unstoppable was just about managing to live up to her name, again shaking her head when Merle repeated his question.
Despite her whole body being effectively locked up Ria had still never stopped moving, bobbing her head and twitching around as if she was trying to wriggle out of a strait jacket. The reason for this suddenly became clear when she used the few inches of room she’d created to pull back and then lunge forward. This carried a risk of her arm being wrenched from its socket, but she rolled the dice and was rewarded with the trapped limb just jerking free.
Immediately Ria became a blur of motion again, tugging one leg free and tucking into a forward roll so fast that poor Merle had to dodge sharply sideways to avoid being taken out. Selena still had control of one wrist but this only worked to George’s advantage as she hopped to her feet and straight off into a low dropkick, reeling in that captured arm for some extra propulsion. Two white boots smashed into Douglas’ sternum and sent the redheaded beauty rolling backwards.
Both women were up to their feet quickly, Ria already on the move again. Selena had a big clothesline ready and waiting for her, but George ducked that with ease and leaped onto the middle rope. The combination of high entrance speed and the springy steel cable allowed the London girl to trampoline halfway across the ring to hook around Douglas’ head, rotating around and then dropping to her back with devastating momentum.
NEXT LEVEL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnDNfIqDZY0
This audience was easily the biggest Ria had ever performed in front of, and the pop for her athletic signature move was louder than she’d ever heard it before. Every instinct told her to jump up and acknowledge that applause, but this was the big leagues and she knew that one mistake here could be lethal. Calming that roaring adrenaline, the Irresistible girl held onto her facelock and brought her legs up to join it, squeezing down on the Koji Clutch as hard as she could.
FORCE CHOKE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPif5mWSUrg
The brunette’s twin clutches were cinched deep around Selena’s neck, and the position in the middle of the ring meant that she couldn’t reach a rope no matter how far she stretched her legs. To make matters worse the new girl’s mouth was about a foot away and constantly yelling in whatever unintelligible dialect she used. Douglas tuned out the “BRAP BRAP” sounds and instead focused on Merle, who said “What do you say, Selena? Need me to end this.”
“I…j.. just need you to…” the rest of Douglas’ words were too quiet to hear. Merle ducked in closer, surprised at how quickly the Cheshire Catfighter was going under, and his concern was rewarded by Selena whipping out her free hand, grabbing on his suddenly available collar and using it to haul herself forwards a little. “Get offa me!” Merle shouted, tugging at his shirt until it was released and then standing up in a hurry to rearrange his attire.
Despite this little trick having only achieved her a few inches of movement Selena seemed pretty pleased with herself. As soon as Merle’s attention was diverted she gave two big tugs on her captor’s afro, pulling her closer in, then dug yet another thumb into her eye. Ria let go with a yowl and sat up.
“One more time dat sket ting!” she shouted at Selena, who was too busy refilling her suddenly unobstructed airways to respond. “Gots be da change fam!” Now Ria’s voice was a lot more conciliatory, as if she was hoping to convince her opponent of…well…whatever she had said. Both girls were back on their feet by this point and George continued her efforts. “Bus step off an roll with the girldem.”
“I don’t know what the hell you think you’re saying.” Douglas fired off a chop at the taller woman’s chest to punctuate her thoughts. “It might be brain damage, or maybe you’re just mentally ill, but no one!” she fired another chop. “Understands!” Another. “Yoourgggh!”
Her last word was cut off by the huge uppercut Ria threw her way. The closed fist drove into the soft flesh just behind Douglas’ chin and almost lifted her off her feet, sending the smaller girl back-first onto the canvas. “NO CLOSED FISTS MISS!” Merle shouted, and George responded like a startled cat, cringing away from him and the both hands up pleading.
“Sorry sorry sorry!” she begged, “the girl gone ho and I can’ get bully ting! No DQ bossman, please!” Merle stepped back, a little startled by this overly sincere response and also still completely confused by what the girl was saying. “Uh, just don’t do it again, ok miss?” he asked. Ria practically jumped forward, wrapping her arms around in a hug and patting him on the back as if he’d just done her a huge favor.
Of course, that meant that her back was turned to Selena. If George had forgotten how bad of an idea that was she was quickly reminded when an arm swung between her legs and buried into her crotch. Those strong legs suddenly turned to jelly as the Brit slumped forward into Merle’s arms.
“Why are you helping her?” Selena demanded as the red-faced zebra tried to disentangle himself from Valeria’s clutches. To help him out she grabbed a big handful of afro and yanked back, pulling the bigger woman along for the ride. “Don’t think I’ll forget that blatant favoritism Douglas shouted at him, spinning as she did so to Irish Whip George into the ropes.
The London girl came back at full speed and looked to be easy prey for Selena, who was waiting bent forwards for what would surely be a hellacious back body drop. This was averted when Ria realised her peril and gave a huge one-footed leap, clearing the smaller woman entirely and landing in a slightly messy forward roll.
Denied whatever she had been planning, Douglas gave a snarl and charged right in. This time the Irresistible girl was waiting, and she quickly hooked under the redhead’s armpits and threw her up as high as her considerable strength could carry her. Ripped away from her moorings Selena flew up into the air and would have fallen flat on her belly if Ria hadn’t caught her halfway down with a huge European Uppercut.
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
The audience roared their approval as Selena was sent cartwheeling away from the impact. She ended up next to the nearby corner, her back resting across the bottom buckle, and seemed pretty happy to just stay there until the cobwebs in her head had blown away. Unfortunately Ria had no plans to let that happen, setting off in a loop of the ring which increased in speed until she flung herself into a headfirst somersault towards that occupied corner.
UNSTOPPABLE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5X2Zwhjjlo
The Cannonball wasn’t exactly pleasant for Ria, but it was far worse for the Cheshire Catfighter, sandwiched as she was between 137lbs of flying Brit and a very immovable steel turnbuckle. Squashed like a bug, Selena offered no resistance as George grabbed one foot, hauled her out a little way from the corner, and then scrambled over and hopped up to the top rope in one fluid motion.
The high rent district was also very definitely high risk, and while this Irresistible new girl had shown plenty of athleticism in her debut shed also showed a good bit of clumsiness. As such the crowd’s excitement had a mummer of concern, particularly when Ria let go of the rope grip she was using to balance and stood up, raising her hands in that ‘infinity’ symbol she had used before.
Even as she stood to her full height Ria was starting to fall backwards, and the crowd reached their loudest just as gravity had started to claim her. This turned out to be fine though, the London girl tucking forwards so her head went between her legs and then completing a risky-looking but extremely effective somersault to splash down back-first on Selena’s gasping torso.
IRRESISTABOMB
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYYy24NuxjI
Having landed safely Ria didn’t seem keen to give up her crash pad, reaching over to hook a leg and leaning back with her full weight to press Douglas’ oblivious shoulders to the matt. Merle was there immediately, sliding in to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The instant Merle’s hand fell for the third time Ria leaped up, gave a huge roar and pumped both fists hard. The FAWNatics around her were also pleased, but maybe slightly alarmed at just how excited this newcomer really was. She clearly didn’t’ care though, running laps of the ring and waving to everyone and everything within eyeshot.
It took Merle at least thirty seconds to actually get Valeria to stop moving long enough to raise her hand, and even then she was still bouncing on the spot in excitement. “Good fight miss" he offered, and received a huge and extremely grateful hug in response. “Gratz bossman! You roll my way and we gone shut dis bashment down!”
“Um…sorry miss, but what did you say?” Merle looked slightly embarrassed, but Ria just smiled. “Thanks for calling my first match, you’re going to be raising my hand a lot from now on.”
“Um…no offense, but why didn’t you just say that?”
The irresistible girl fixed him with a tilted grin. “I gots represent, fam!” Merle still looked nonplussed, so she continued. “The world might not understand yet, but they will. Now link dat ting bossman!” This last phrase was accompanied by her offering her wrist again. Merle wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but he shrugged and raised it high once more, while the new girl basked in the cheers and glowed from her debut win.