Post by bigfan on Jun 8, 2017 22:39:37 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer proclaims, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 20-minute time limit. 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 FAWN 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. There’s something about the rookie’s moxie that, even with their lack of familiarity with her, 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.
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 FAWNatics are still on their feet cheering the rookie, many of them talking excitedly about the new girl in the ring. When the sound system goes quiet for a moment before changing to the Blacksburg Bytch’s music.
SICK PUPPIES – “YOU’RE GOING DOWN”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLrxT8Vu978
Cindy Bash is dressed for battle as she heads to the ring, the bikini top was a combination of black and white, the cups are white, with black mess connected to a few black strips running from top to bottom. Her bottoms were all gray bikini briefs with a black mesh waist garter band. The garter connects to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
Cindy Bash
Her black hair is pulled back hangs loose around her shoulders as the Blacksburg native climbs into the ring, Cindy ignores the comments and jibes sent her way. The Brunette has bounced around from tagging with her twin sister to member of the Crusade, now is out on her own, but her wicked streak hasn’t diminished.
Cindy gives her back side a wiggle as she climbs up on to the apron and stands, Bash looks across the ring at the new comer before dipping between the ropes and making her way to her corner. Merle the youngest of FAWN referee’s tries checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash will have none of the man touching her. Finally he gives up, the outfit covers very little of her body, so it’s unlikely Cindy has any hidden weapons. The ring announcer makes the introduction, “From Blacksburg Virginia…Standing 5’7” she weighs in at 134 pounds…Cindy Bash!”
Bash grabs the top rope and leans forward stretching her arms, then dips down loosening her legs as she waits for the start of the match. Cindy runs her fingers inside her shoulder straps adjusting her top as she sizes up the rookie.
The toll of the bell brings both women out of their corners, Newsome and Bash beginning to circle. At first glance, there’s not much of a contrast between the two: Casey and Cindy possessing similar complexions and both sporting long, raven locks. Both were about the same height—Casey had perhaps an inch on her competition. Both were of similar builds—Cindy maybe carrying a couple of extra pounds, quite possibly in the pectoral region (not that Casey has anything to be ashamed of in that regard herself…)
Rather than trade any barbs, Casey quickly surges forward for a collar and elbow tie up. Cindy doesn’t shy away, and the two brunettes lock up, each woman straining to establish control. And after a few seconds of jostling and jockeying for position, the first skirmish of the evening goes to the new girl, Newsome slipping around behind Bash and wrenching on her opponent’s arm with a hammerlock. The Blacksburg Bytch grimaces from the pain radiating out from her shoulder, her free hand reaching across her chest and over that shoulder, perhaps to grab at the youngster’s hair? But Casey twists her head to the side, escaping those probing fingers.
The referee starts to open his mouth, but Casey cuts him off. “Please,” she says. “I’m the new girl here, and even I know she’s not gonna submit to thiiiiaaaaGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Denied her opponent’s hair, Cindy instead opts to target Casey’s toes, stomping down and grinding her heel atop the younger girl’s boot. The sudden jolt of pain creates instant slack on the hammerlock, enough to allow the veteran to first extricate herself, and then to twist and pull Casey into a tight side headlock. Griiiinding the newcomer’s noggin against her flank, making Casey far more familiar with Bash’s side boob than she might want to be at this stage of the proceedings, Cindy mutters, “Don’t get cute, rook. Cute’s MY territory.”
Newsome doesn’t bother answering, instead using her strong dancer’s legs to gradually force Bash back into the near ropes. The closer they get to the cables, the harder Casey’s legs churn, and once Cindy’s back is pressed into the ropes, the younger brunette uses the assistance of the rubber coated steel as she pushes against her opponent’s back, freeing herself from the side headlock and sending Cindy hurtling toward the opposite strands. Casey marches back toward the center of the ring, shifting her feet as she lowers a shoulder in anticipation of her foe’s return. It quickly becomes apparent that Bash has much the same idea, dropping a shoulder of her own as she races back…
‘THWOOOMP!’
To the FAWNatics’ delight, it’s Casey who remains on her feet, Cindy sent tumbling to her backside, left to stare up at her opponent in a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
“How’s that for a ‘rook’?” Casey asks with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.
Cindy doesn’t answer as she climbs back up to vertical, with a growl Bash raises her arms for another collar and elbow. Casey grins as she raises her arms, the rookie ready to tie up again, but Bash lashes out with her foot kicking the newcomer in the leg right above the brace. Casey can’t hold in the cry of pain as she’s stopped in her tracks bent over. Cindy puts a hand under the other brunette’s chin lifting her head slightly and chops Newsome’s décolletage with a flesh cracking impact.
The fans cringe for Casey as the young girl turns arms folded across her chest wincing in pain, Bash follows behind Newsome smirking, “Draw a bullseye on yourself, you got to expect people to hit it.”
Casey’s retreat is cut off as Bash hooks a hand into the white sash running around Newsome’s waist. Cindy uses the hand hold to yank the rookie back into the forearm smash she sends into Casey’s lower back. Again the FAWN newcomer cries out, but after all of this Casey is still on her feet. Bash notes that as well, still holding the sash Cindy shoves the other brunette forward and reels her back into a second forearm shiver to the spine. Casey’s head tosses back, but she still won’t drop. Bash growing a bit frustrated at the rookie’s resistance pulls on the sash a third time, but this time she twists Casey around and tosses her into the turnbuckles.
The fans boo, and the referee orders Cindy to back off, but the Blacksburg Bytch grabs the middle strands on either side of Newsome’s hips and rams her shoulder into the rookie’s tummy. Bash gets a half dozen shots into Casey’s abs before the referee’s count backs her off. Casey grunting leans against the turnbuckles, arms draped over the top rope for support. Still the rookie is standing, Cindy snarls as she turns around to see the youngster still upright and charges back in. Casey’s eyes widen, but she throws her legs up catching Cindy by the head.
The former Ballerina supports herself with the ropes as she squeezes the Veteran’s head between those strong legs, Cindy’s face growing redder by the second. Casey gets her hands on the ropes and pushes her torso up off the turnbuckles and then allows herself to swing forward pulling Bash along with her as she flips Cindy over with a modified hurricanrana. Bash lands on the back of her head and skids a few feet across the canvas as Casey gracefully rolls on to one knee.
Crawling on all fours the rookie gets to Cindy quickly and slides her hands under the other brunette’s shoulders lifting Bash to a seated position. Casey wraps those strong gams around Cindy’s waist and locks her ankles out in front of Cindy and squeezes. “AAAHHH!” Cindy cries out her head going back as she pushes at the Iron like legs crushing her. Newsome starts rocking on her butt cheeks and then rolls the veteran over. Cindy’s legs bicycle as her butt wiggles in the air.
ONE…
TWO…
Cindy shoves the conjoined brunettes over, but she is still caught in the vice like body scissors of the rookie. Casey grinning, “Not bad for a rook, uh?”
Bash’s only verbal response is a string of unintelligible syllables, but judging by the tone of her voice, a few profanities might very well have been mixed in. The exotic brunette then puts her elbows to work, griiiinding them into the meat of Casey’s thighs, hoping to compel the Jersey girl to relinquish the scissors. Bash is rewarded with some groans and grunts, but otherwise the vice remains cinched around her waist. Switching gears, Cindy takes hold of Newsome’s thighs as she works to get her feet flat underneath her. Once she does, the veteran pushes back, gradually forcing Casey’s shoulders flat against the canvas…
ONE…
While her shoulders remain momentarily pinned, Newsome manages to slip her arms underneath Cindy’s…
TWO…
Casey rocks back slightly, just enough to break Bash’s contact with the mat. And with her opponent no longer moored in place, Newsome is free to deliver Cindy’s tush harshly to the canvas, breaking up the pin attempt via a Keister bounce. The rookie lets go of her scissors, allowing her foe to roll over to her knees and chest, Bash kicking at the mat as a hand reaches to soothe her elevated backside. Regaining her feet, Newsome reaches down and starts to pull Cindy up, getting the veteran as far as her knees…
… when Bash splits Casey’s wickets, delivering a sudden and savage uppercut to the younger brunette’s nether regions.
Instantly, Newsome lets go of Cindy’s hair, turning and staggering away on knocking knees. To her credit, the youngster never loses her footing, but she has been rendered powerless to stop Bash from getting up under her own power. Once again, the veteran takes hold of Casey’s sash, and uses it to spin and reel the younger brunette back toward her. This time, Cindy scoops her opponent up against her chest, before delivering the Jersey girl harshly to the mat via a powerslam.
Newsome might be down, but Bash is not, the Blacksburg Bytch still on her feet—a state of affairs she takes advantage of by backpedaling into the near ropes. Rebounding off the cables, Cindy closes the gap between her and her opponent with a couple of long strides, the jumps into the air and drops a knee to Casey’s forehead. With a soft moan, the youngster rolls over to her right hip, and begins to curl into a protective shell, her thighs still pressed tightly together.
Cindy will have none of that.
Circling to the younger brunette’s boots, Bash grabs her foe’s ankles, rolling Casey to her back and lifting her legs into a wide ‘V’. With waves of anguish still radiating from her crotch, Newsome plaintively raises her hands, and it seems that Cindy might indeed be merciful—if one considers delivering repeated stomps to Casey’s inner thighs, alternating between the left and the right—rather than mashing down on her nether regions an act of mercy. But once the rookie had… well, relaxed is not the right word, given how difficult it is to relax during such a barrage of stomps… but after about a half dozen blows to each thigh, Bash hops into the air, releasing Casey’s ankles before she falls to her knees, and delivers a BRUTAL headbutt to Newsome’s groin. Howling in anguish, the youngster rolls over to a hip—the left one this time—and attempts to scoot away while once again attempting to draw herself into a fetal ball.
Cindy comes up and shakes her head, ‘WWHHOOO, That’s gotta hurt!” exclaims the Virginian.
Continuing her verbal assault as she crawls over to Newsome Bash smirks, “Your boyfriend’s got to be in tears by now, and we haven’t even start.” Looking over Casey as she forces the girl on to her back and out of the fetal position the Half Asian says, “One piece is clear sign of Muffin top underneath.”
The younger brunette’s head snaps up off the canvas as Bash clamps the belly claw on Casey’s blue covered abs. Casey’s feet stomp the canvas as she winces in pain and tries prying Cindy’s grip away from in truth very solid abs. Fans can see Bash’s fingers aren’t sinking in, but she’s still torturing the muscles under the suit. The referee kneels asking, “Do you want to give Casey?”
It turns out to be Cindy that answers, “Cupcake here isn’t ready to give up. Are you Cupcake?”
Casey does grunt out a ‘No’
Cindy grins, “Yep, you’ve fallen from Rook to Cupcake. Get use to it.”
The Blacksburg Bytch rakes her fingers across Casey’s stomach as she gives up on the Tummy Claw. Newsome rolls away, not sure where her hands will do the most good at this point. Cindy stands and flicks her bottoms back over the curve of her buttocks with a flick of her fingers. Bash stands over the Jersey girl and rubs a hand across her own washboard abs, “If you got it flaunt it!”
Casey rolls to all fours and starts to push up to her feet, but Cindy is there to ‘help’ her pulling the rookie into a side headlock. Again Newsome gets her cheek pressed against the other brunette’s side boob as Cindy leads her around the ring. Casey regains some composure and fires a left into Bash’s breadbasket, but that only earns her a twist of the neck and now her nose and mouth are pressed to sweaty side boob. Cindy pushes into Newsome backing her into the ropes and then folds her arms over the top rope, with the rookie exposed Bash fires a chop into Casey’s rather ample cleavage.
The older brunette snatches Casey’s wrist and shoulder whipping her across the ring. Stumbling out of the gates Newsome rights herself and picks up speed before turning and hitting the ropes. Propelled back at the veteran Casey leaps as she nears Bash and Cindy tries to catch the former Ballerina, but she just manages to send her higher and Casey’s knees come down on Cindy’s shoulder and she rides Bash down to the canvas turning the tables with her Pop up Meteora. Casey’s backside crashes down on Cindy’s orbs flattening them against her breastbone.
POP UP METEORA;
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Fptoulj9DU
Casey stays seated on Cindy trying to catch her legs as the fly up, but she only gets one.
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
Cindy shoves the rookie away rolling to her stomach as she tries to regain her breath.
Newsome bounces from her knees up to her feet, barely breaking stride in starting a sprint toward the ropes. Cindy, meanwhile, works her way up to her knees, turning her head toward the official, clearly with the intent to share a piece of her mind over something. But about what would remain a mystery, as Casey leaps toward her, catching the older brunette’s shoulders with her shins once again, taking Bash to the canvas with another Meteora—this one of the basement variety. Again, the rookie reaches back to secure her opponent’s legs, but just like before, one of Cindy’s stems manages to remain out of reach…
BASEMENT RUNNING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM&feature=youtu.be
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bash bucks loose.
The Blacksburg Bytch sits up, and once again starts to share her thoughts with the referee. But, just as before, the key phrase is “starts to”, as she almost immediately interrupted by a knee to the back from Newsome. Cindy cries out in pain, and she utters an even louder moan when Casey drives a second knee into her spine. The Jersey girl then drops to her knees behind the more experienced FAWN star, grabbing Bash’s arms and pulling them back, placing Cindy’s wings against the pits of her knees before she rocks back—the effect is essentially to lock the older brunette’s forearms created by Casey’s calves and thighs. Newsome then slaps on a chinlock from behind, wrenching Cindy’s head from left to right, drawing another howl of protest from the Blacksburg Bytch.
But as bad as Cindy’s plight might be now, the worst is still to come.
Casey rocks backward, but then pushes forward, forcing the veteran brunette’s chest down to the mat between her parted stems—stems that Newsome quickly gathers up. Rocking back to her knees again, in a motion too quick to afford Cindy the opportunity to pull her arms away before they are locked behind Newsome’s knees once more, the Jersey girl draws Cindy’s long legs up against her ample chest, crossing the Blacksburg Bytch’s ankle. The rookie’s Dual Stump Puller leaves Bash THOROUGHLY trussed up and folded in half, mewling and moaning---but, more importantly, refusing yet to surrender.
DUAL STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0fPYQTdsGE
It takes Cindy a few seconds to extricate one arm from Casey’s gams, and a further few seconds for the older brunette manages to buttscoot her way close enough to the ropes that she can secure a grip on the bottom cable. The official calls for a break and starts a count, Newsome managing to extricate Bash from the hold by the count of “THREE!” Climbing to her feet, the former dancer grabs a handful of Cindy’s raven locks, tugging the veteran to her feet and pulling her away from the ropes. Dipping a shoulder, Newsome shuffles the Blacksburg Bytch up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. It’s not a position she retains for long however, Casey swinging her foe off her shoulders and she herself drops to a seat on the canvas, Cindy slamming down HARD face and chest first—an impact hard enough, in fact, to bounce the older brunette over to her back.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SWINGING SITOUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TxwRk2bTEI
Turning back to the Blacksburg Bytch, Newsome pushes the older brunette flat to her back before scrambling to her feet, the rookie rushing past her foe as she rises and racing into the far ropes. Rebounding off the rubber coated steel, Casey takes a couple of strides back toward Cindy before doing something few if any other wrestlers would do: raising a leg, bending it at the knee, and pirouetting her way back to the fallen Bash. And, as soon as she is in range, Newsome’s plant foot settles back to the mat before she launches into the air, her bent leg stretching out before her, Casey executing a beautiful rendition of her signature pirouette leg drop! Rolling to cover Bash’s chest, the Jersey brunette reaches and hooks a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Cindy gets a shoulder up.
Undeterred, Casey pulls her opponent up, bullying the Blacksburg Bytch into the near corner. She then BURIES her shoulder into Cindy’s stomach, folding Bash across her back and drawing a loud gasp from her parted lips. The shoulder thrust also lifts Cindy off her feet, a development Newsome takes advantage of to muscle the more experienced FAWN star up to a seat on the top turnbuckle. Casey then starts to climb onto the middle rope herself, intent on driving Cindy’s mug into the canvas courtesy of her one handed avalanche bulldog…
ONE HANDED AVALANCHE BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF3hLhkY87M
Maybe the spurt of offense made the rookie over confident, or the lack of experience in knowing if Cindy was properly set up for the move, but in either case when Casey leaps she does so without Bash. Newsome lands hard on the padded plywood, her face shows that it wasn’t a soft landing with just her derriere for cushioning. The Jersey girl turns to her hip to rub the sting out of her bum, Cindy hops down from her seat on the turnbuckle taking a few deep breathes to recover a bit of her senses
Casey rolls over to all fours, but Bash is there and stomps on her back sending her flat again. The Blacksburg Bytch steps over the prone rookie and drops her ass down on Casey’s lower back facing the younger brunette’s feet. Picking the gam with the knee brace Cindy lifts the leg and tucks Newsome’s foot under her arm applying a single leg crab. The FAWNatics scream, some Cindy fans that see the cagey vet’s You got Crabs hold coming, but they are drowned out by the fans backing the rookie that urge her to escape quickly.
Bash slides up Casey’s body until her ass is on the rookie’s neck, her leg being bent wickedly. Casey’s flexibility minimizes the pain, but she hasn’t felt part two of the hold yet. The Redneck Asian slaps her free hand down on the center of Casey’s blue one piece squeezing the brunette’s womanhood. Newsome screams, “BYTCH!” as she writhes in pain, Bash removes her hand, only to swat the rookie’s pubic mound and then reapply the claw as she warns, “Watch your mouth missy, I haven’t even went inside your suit yet.”
Trapped in the Virginian’s signature hold Casey reaches out for the far off ropes, but her hands drop knowing she’ll never reach from her current position. Cindy alternates between digging her fingers into the sensitive flesh and slapping as Casey digs her elbows into the canvas and starts the long crawl to the ropes. Newsome’s face is red with either the exertion of dragging her and Cindy towards the ropes, or the embarrassment of the Blacksburg Bytch working her private part. Bash gives her claw a mean corkscrew twist laughing as she says, “You got a bad case of Crabs.”
Casey starts and stops a few times, each time the referee asks if she wants to give it up, but the rookie refuses to give Bash the satisfaction. The ropes appear much closer and finally the rookie is able to get her fingers around the strand, of course that only means she has five more seconds of torture as Bash uses the referee’s count to the fullest. When she does step back away from the rookie Casey curls into a ball pulling her knees up.
Bash waits only long enough to not hear any complaints from the referee, reaching down she hooks Casey under an arm and grabs her shoulder pulling her away from the ropes and to her feet. Once the Jersey girl is up Cindy dips down still holding her arm and puts a shoulder into Casey’s stomach lifting her up across her shoulders. The Blacksburg Bytch carries the other brunette to the center of the ring, Newsome begins to wiggle a bit too much, but the veteran hangs on until she can fall back slamming the rookie into the canvas with a Samoan Drop.
Cindy reclines back on the former Ballerina enjoying the groans of the cupcake and the boos of the crowd, but a heels work is never done. Bash peels Casey off the canvas as she stands keeping the rookie turned away and then reaches between her legs grabbing Newsome’s wrist and pulling her up between her own legs. The vet reaches across hooking Casey’s other arm. Cindy pauses, then she lowers Newsome’s arm and then pulls it back up hard another time into her abused bathing suit part before lifting and turning her over in air sending her back to the thinly padded boards with the pumphandle powerbomb. Cindy scoots in keeping the dancer’s legs in the air, Bash hooks her heels over Casey’s outstretched arms.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The younger brunette’s whole body spasms as she avoids the pinfall, Cindy shoves her opponent aside to get at the referee and complain about the speed of his count.
Even after the Blacksburg Bytch has gotten everything off her chest where the referee is concerned, Newsome remains curled into a protective shell as Bash turns back to her. Sauntering over, Cindy gathers a handful of hair and starts to pull Casey up. But the former dancer reacts by lacing an arm around her opponent’s neck and hooking a leg, rocking back and—just as she had done in winning her tryout match—ensnaring Cindy in a tight small package!
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unlike in Casey’s audition match, her opponent this time manages to kick her way free. Both Bash and Newsome tumble to their sides, and both quickly scramble to their feet. But Cindy wins the race just in time to catch the rookie with a kneelift slightly south (but not TOO far south) of Casey’s belly button. The younger brunette is left doubled over, momentarily breathless, one arm hugging her gulping tummy. Bash takes advantage of this state of affairs by pivoting on one heel and rushing into the near ropes. Rebounding off the cables, the Japanese born American beauty dives toward her foe, grabbing her by the noggin and executing an impressive flipping neckbreaker.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db5S9q2UnE4
But rather than go for a cover, Bash climbs to her feet, hairhauling Casey up as well before taking her wrists. She attempts an Irish whip, but Newsome reverses it, launching the older brunette in a race toward the ropes. Catching her rebounding prey, the Jersey girl scoops Cindy up to her chest. In the next instant, Newsome spins both her opponent into the air and herself on one heel, falling to her back and DRIVING Bash face and chest first to the canvas via a swinging flatliner.
SWINGING FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaCDMarnSic
Even before her back hits the mat, a jolt of pain shoots from Casey’s knee up her thigh, causing her to momentarily grab the bony joint and pull it up toward her chest. But it’s a fleeting display of vulnerability, the beautiful young brunette soon rolling over before pushing up to her feet. With Cindy starting to pick herself up as well, Newsome turns and rushes into the ropes. Allowing the cables to propel her back at the straightening veteran, Casey jumps into the air, catching Bash flush in the jaw with an impressive bicycle kick.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA
Again, Casey’s knee twinges. But again, the youngster pushes past it, the only indication of her discomfort a VEERY slight hitch in her stride as she circles back toward the splattered bash. Instead of opting for a pin, Newsome stoops forward, in order to pull her foe up from the canvas. Unfortunately, Cindy manages to reach up, raking her talons across the rookie’s eyes and earning a shriek from the temporarily blinded Jersey girl. Picking herself up the rest of the way with no assistance, the Blacksburg Bytch shoves her head underneath Newsome’s right arm, one arm wrapping around the younger brunette’s waist.
Cindy’s OTHER hand, however, claims Casey’s right boot, pulling up and folding that gam at Newsome’s braced knee. Hoisting the rookie into the air, Bash drops to one knee, her reverse shinbreaker earning a whimper of anguish from her opponent…
REVERSE SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BIqvG1FVa0
… only Cindy doesn’t allow her opponent to fall. Keeping one arm around the younger brunette’s waist for support, Bash locks the other around Casey’s neck. At this point, the Blacksburg Bytch grabs a handful of Newsome’s sash, pops her hips, and muscles the youngster airborne, seemingly into position for a vertical suplex. But instead of falling backward, the FAWN veteran keeps her foe suspended, allowing the rookie’s blood to rush to her head. She then pulls Newsome’s body toward her, still upside down, but the brunettes now chest to chest. Bash then jumps into the air, extending her shapely legs in front of her in the slightest of ‘V’ shapes—while Cindy’s arms guide Casey’s head between her parted thighs.
SCREWDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N897WusOr8c
Casey flops over to her backside, the impact of the maneuver actually, for at least a couple of heartbeats, propelling the Jersey girl up to a seated position. But the slumped shoulder, limp arms and above all else the crossed eyes are a sure indication that while the lights may remain on, there is currently no one present at the Newsome residence. And then, with a dull moan, the youngster slumps to her back, arms and legs splayed.
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy for the rookie as Newsome twitches on the mat, Bash covered in a sexy sheen of sweat wipes her brow before crawling over to the other brunette and slides her hands under Casey’s shoulders. Sitting the dazed rookie up Bash hooks her hands under the Jersey girl’s shoulder straps, Casey barely aware of what’s going on squeals as she realizes that Cindy just yanked her shoulder straps down her arms in one quick motion.
Worse for the rookie when she tries to bring her arms up to cover her breast she finds that Cindy left the straps at her wrists preventing the rookie from covering up easily. The rowdier FAWNatics cheer, while the majority boo as Bash kneeling behind Newsome begins to hammer forearms down across the rookie’s freed boobs beating poor Casey’s gurls like drums. The FAWN new comer cries out after each blow until Bash is satisfied she’s softened up enough.
Casey’s head lies in Bash’s lap as Cindy runs a hand over the younger brunette tits, “This isn’t some little Indy organization, FAWN isn’t for little girls looking to play.”
Bash lifts the rookie up again to the seated position and then hooks her under the arms to lift her the rest of the way up. Casey’s legs are rubbery it seems now as Bash has to keep her from falling as she turns the rookie around and shoves Casey’s head under her own arm. Before the signals for escape can reach her body from her brain Newsome is locked up in a standing cradle. Cindy takes a few deep breathes before hoisting the rookie up inverting her and then sitting out driving the rookie into the thinly padded boards with her fisherman’s buster Bash calls The Mama’s Special
MAMA’S SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-bHOADMTFE
Cindy still holding Casey’s bad leg shoves the rookie aside as the referee starts to get into position to make a count. Bash wags a finger in his direction, “Not yet.”
Newsome’s eyelids flutter as she teeters on consciousness, but then a warn looking Blacksburgh Bytch climbs to her feet and bends down hair hauling the rookie back up. It takes several yanks and tugs to get Casey nearly upright. Cindy pulls her into a front facelock and reaches down hooking the back of the new comer’s left leg lifts her up. Casey’s good leg circles behind Bash’s waist as if she’s trying to body scissor her opponent, but the slow motion never gets to the point of threatening the veteran before Cindy falls backwards driving Newsome’s forehead into the canvas with her Finisher, the Blacksburg Blackout.
BLACKSBURG BLACKOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpVG4yZiU10
Casey is out before she rolls over to her back from the impact, Cindy turns over and crawls over placing one hand on the rookie’s bare breast and the other pressing down on the center of Newsome’s trunks. The cocky pin draws the ire of the crowd that think the rookie that put up such a great fight deserves better, but after the Blacksburg Blackout it’s doubtful that Casey could kick out with a feather covering her.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The referee turns calling for the bell as the crowd rains down louder boos and jeers on the Blackburgs Bytch. They almost drown out the ring announcer, “YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….CINDY BASH!”
The half Asian doesn’t rise though, first she tugs the rookie’s one piece down to her waist before swinging a leg over the game Jersey girl. Bash bounces her ass down on Casey’s tits a few times before sliding back, Newsome coming to as she see what’s about to happen, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING FREAK!”
In way of answer Cindy plants her sweat soaked trunks down on the other brunette’s face and beings grind. Bash can feel the hot breath on her womanhood even through her bottoms, humiliation has always been a part of FAWN even though some are trying to remove it. The crowd boo, and jeer Cindy, but if roles were reversed they would cheer on the young newcomer. The Blacksburg Bytch cups both of Casey’s boobs, using them more just as hand holds than mauling the rookie.
Cindy lifts her butt a bit asking, “Wanna save yourself? Pucker up and kiss my ass,”
Casey gasping for breath takes a moment, “Screw you!”
Bash grins wickedly, “Your nose will, but you’re the one screwed.”
Cindy leans forward sliding her hand down Casey’s sweaty stomach and slips her fingers under the blue one piece. Bash waits for the first cries from the youngster before again lowering her backside and grinding her womanhood against the rookie’s features. Newsome’s legs kick weakly and her hands push uselessly against Cindy’s backside. A minute later Cindy pulls her hand from the Jersey Girl’s trunks wiping the hand on Casey’s outfit. Then a few moments later the Blacksburg Bytch goes rigid and squeezes both of Casey’s orbs hard, then a big content sigh.
The referee steps in, “Ok Cindy, you made your point. Let her up now.”
Bash tweaks both Casey’s nipples before standing, “She’ll think twice before showing her face anywhere in Virginia or in a ring with a Virginian again.”
Cindy wobbles a few steps before getting her legs back and heads to whatever after Mayhem Party she can find.
CASEY NEWSOME:
”DEFY YOU”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSIioK8Fi5g
As the Offspring’s “Defy You” begins to pump over the FAWN 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. There’s something about the rookie’s moxie that, even with their lack of familiarity with her, 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.
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 FAWNatics are still on their feet cheering the rookie, many of them talking excitedly about the new girl in the ring. When the sound system goes quiet for a moment before changing to the Blacksburg Bytch’s music.
SICK PUPPIES – “YOU’RE GOING DOWN”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLrxT8Vu978
Cindy Bash is dressed for battle as she heads to the ring, the bikini top was a combination of black and white, the cups are white, with black mess connected to a few black strips running from top to bottom. Her bottoms were all gray bikini briefs with a black mesh waist garter band. The garter connects to a pair of black, semitransparent mid-thigh stockings. Simple black boots finished off her togs.
Cindy Bash
Her black hair is pulled back hangs loose around her shoulders as the Blacksburg native climbs into the ring, Cindy ignores the comments and jibes sent her way. The Brunette has bounced around from tagging with her twin sister to member of the Crusade, now is out on her own, but her wicked streak hasn’t diminished.
Cindy gives her back side a wiggle as she climbs up on to the apron and stands, Bash looks across the ring at the new comer before dipping between the ropes and making her way to her corner. Merle the youngest of FAWN referee’s tries checking the brunette’s gear, but Bash will have none of the man touching her. Finally he gives up, the outfit covers very little of her body, so it’s unlikely Cindy has any hidden weapons. The ring announcer makes the introduction, “From Blacksburg Virginia…Standing 5’7” she weighs in at 134 pounds…Cindy Bash!”
Bash grabs the top rope and leans forward stretching her arms, then dips down loosening her legs as she waits for the start of the match. Cindy runs her fingers inside her shoulder straps adjusting her top as she sizes up the rookie.
The toll of the bell brings both women out of their corners, Newsome and Bash beginning to circle. At first glance, there’s not much of a contrast between the two: Casey and Cindy possessing similar complexions and both sporting long, raven locks. Both were about the same height—Casey had perhaps an inch on her competition. Both were of similar builds—Cindy maybe carrying a couple of extra pounds, quite possibly in the pectoral region (not that Casey has anything to be ashamed of in that regard herself…)
Rather than trade any barbs, Casey quickly surges forward for a collar and elbow tie up. Cindy doesn’t shy away, and the two brunettes lock up, each woman straining to establish control. And after a few seconds of jostling and jockeying for position, the first skirmish of the evening goes to the new girl, Newsome slipping around behind Bash and wrenching on her opponent’s arm with a hammerlock. The Blacksburg Bytch grimaces from the pain radiating out from her shoulder, her free hand reaching across her chest and over that shoulder, perhaps to grab at the youngster’s hair? But Casey twists her head to the side, escaping those probing fingers.
The referee starts to open his mouth, but Casey cuts him off. “Please,” she says. “I’m the new girl here, and even I know she’s not gonna submit to thiiiiaaaaGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
Denied her opponent’s hair, Cindy instead opts to target Casey’s toes, stomping down and grinding her heel atop the younger girl’s boot. The sudden jolt of pain creates instant slack on the hammerlock, enough to allow the veteran to first extricate herself, and then to twist and pull Casey into a tight side headlock. Griiiinding the newcomer’s noggin against her flank, making Casey far more familiar with Bash’s side boob than she might want to be at this stage of the proceedings, Cindy mutters, “Don’t get cute, rook. Cute’s MY territory.”
Newsome doesn’t bother answering, instead using her strong dancer’s legs to gradually force Bash back into the near ropes. The closer they get to the cables, the harder Casey’s legs churn, and once Cindy’s back is pressed into the ropes, the younger brunette uses the assistance of the rubber coated steel as she pushes against her opponent’s back, freeing herself from the side headlock and sending Cindy hurtling toward the opposite strands. Casey marches back toward the center of the ring, shifting her feet as she lowers a shoulder in anticipation of her foe’s return. It quickly becomes apparent that Bash has much the same idea, dropping a shoulder of her own as she races back…
‘THWOOOMP!’
To the FAWNatics’ delight, it’s Casey who remains on her feet, Cindy sent tumbling to her backside, left to stare up at her opponent in a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
“How’s that for a ‘rook’?” Casey asks with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.
Cindy doesn’t answer as she climbs back up to vertical, with a growl Bash raises her arms for another collar and elbow. Casey grins as she raises her arms, the rookie ready to tie up again, but Bash lashes out with her foot kicking the newcomer in the leg right above the brace. Casey can’t hold in the cry of pain as she’s stopped in her tracks bent over. Cindy puts a hand under the other brunette’s chin lifting her head slightly and chops Newsome’s décolletage with a flesh cracking impact.
The fans cringe for Casey as the young girl turns arms folded across her chest wincing in pain, Bash follows behind Newsome smirking, “Draw a bullseye on yourself, you got to expect people to hit it.”
Casey’s retreat is cut off as Bash hooks a hand into the white sash running around Newsome’s waist. Cindy uses the hand hold to yank the rookie back into the forearm smash she sends into Casey’s lower back. Again the FAWN newcomer cries out, but after all of this Casey is still on her feet. Bash notes that as well, still holding the sash Cindy shoves the other brunette forward and reels her back into a second forearm shiver to the spine. Casey’s head tosses back, but she still won’t drop. Bash growing a bit frustrated at the rookie’s resistance pulls on the sash a third time, but this time she twists Casey around and tosses her into the turnbuckles.
The fans boo, and the referee orders Cindy to back off, but the Blacksburg Bytch grabs the middle strands on either side of Newsome’s hips and rams her shoulder into the rookie’s tummy. Bash gets a half dozen shots into Casey’s abs before the referee’s count backs her off. Casey grunting leans against the turnbuckles, arms draped over the top rope for support. Still the rookie is standing, Cindy snarls as she turns around to see the youngster still upright and charges back in. Casey’s eyes widen, but she throws her legs up catching Cindy by the head.
The former Ballerina supports herself with the ropes as she squeezes the Veteran’s head between those strong legs, Cindy’s face growing redder by the second. Casey gets her hands on the ropes and pushes her torso up off the turnbuckles and then allows herself to swing forward pulling Bash along with her as she flips Cindy over with a modified hurricanrana. Bash lands on the back of her head and skids a few feet across the canvas as Casey gracefully rolls on to one knee.
Crawling on all fours the rookie gets to Cindy quickly and slides her hands under the other brunette’s shoulders lifting Bash to a seated position. Casey wraps those strong gams around Cindy’s waist and locks her ankles out in front of Cindy and squeezes. “AAAHHH!” Cindy cries out her head going back as she pushes at the Iron like legs crushing her. Newsome starts rocking on her butt cheeks and then rolls the veteran over. Cindy’s legs bicycle as her butt wiggles in the air.
ONE…
TWO…
Cindy shoves the conjoined brunettes over, but she is still caught in the vice like body scissors of the rookie. Casey grinning, “Not bad for a rook, uh?”
Bash’s only verbal response is a string of unintelligible syllables, but judging by the tone of her voice, a few profanities might very well have been mixed in. The exotic brunette then puts her elbows to work, griiiinding them into the meat of Casey’s thighs, hoping to compel the Jersey girl to relinquish the scissors. Bash is rewarded with some groans and grunts, but otherwise the vice remains cinched around her waist. Switching gears, Cindy takes hold of Newsome’s thighs as she works to get her feet flat underneath her. Once she does, the veteran pushes back, gradually forcing Casey’s shoulders flat against the canvas…
ONE…
While her shoulders remain momentarily pinned, Newsome manages to slip her arms underneath Cindy’s…
TWO…
Casey rocks back slightly, just enough to break Bash’s contact with the mat. And with her opponent no longer moored in place, Newsome is free to deliver Cindy’s tush harshly to the canvas, breaking up the pin attempt via a Keister bounce. The rookie lets go of her scissors, allowing her foe to roll over to her knees and chest, Bash kicking at the mat as a hand reaches to soothe her elevated backside. Regaining her feet, Newsome reaches down and starts to pull Cindy up, getting the veteran as far as her knees…
… when Bash splits Casey’s wickets, delivering a sudden and savage uppercut to the younger brunette’s nether regions.
Instantly, Newsome lets go of Cindy’s hair, turning and staggering away on knocking knees. To her credit, the youngster never loses her footing, but she has been rendered powerless to stop Bash from getting up under her own power. Once again, the veteran takes hold of Casey’s sash, and uses it to spin and reel the younger brunette back toward her. This time, Cindy scoops her opponent up against her chest, before delivering the Jersey girl harshly to the mat via a powerslam.
Newsome might be down, but Bash is not, the Blacksburg Bytch still on her feet—a state of affairs she takes advantage of by backpedaling into the near ropes. Rebounding off the cables, Cindy closes the gap between her and her opponent with a couple of long strides, the jumps into the air and drops a knee to Casey’s forehead. With a soft moan, the youngster rolls over to her right hip, and begins to curl into a protective shell, her thighs still pressed tightly together.
Cindy will have none of that.
Circling to the younger brunette’s boots, Bash grabs her foe’s ankles, rolling Casey to her back and lifting her legs into a wide ‘V’. With waves of anguish still radiating from her crotch, Newsome plaintively raises her hands, and it seems that Cindy might indeed be merciful—if one considers delivering repeated stomps to Casey’s inner thighs, alternating between the left and the right—rather than mashing down on her nether regions an act of mercy. But once the rookie had… well, relaxed is not the right word, given how difficult it is to relax during such a barrage of stomps… but after about a half dozen blows to each thigh, Bash hops into the air, releasing Casey’s ankles before she falls to her knees, and delivers a BRUTAL headbutt to Newsome’s groin. Howling in anguish, the youngster rolls over to a hip—the left one this time—and attempts to scoot away while once again attempting to draw herself into a fetal ball.
Cindy comes up and shakes her head, ‘WWHHOOO, That’s gotta hurt!” exclaims the Virginian.
Continuing her verbal assault as she crawls over to Newsome Bash smirks, “Your boyfriend’s got to be in tears by now, and we haven’t even start.” Looking over Casey as she forces the girl on to her back and out of the fetal position the Half Asian says, “One piece is clear sign of Muffin top underneath.”
The younger brunette’s head snaps up off the canvas as Bash clamps the belly claw on Casey’s blue covered abs. Casey’s feet stomp the canvas as she winces in pain and tries prying Cindy’s grip away from in truth very solid abs. Fans can see Bash’s fingers aren’t sinking in, but she’s still torturing the muscles under the suit. The referee kneels asking, “Do you want to give Casey?”
It turns out to be Cindy that answers, “Cupcake here isn’t ready to give up. Are you Cupcake?”
Casey does grunt out a ‘No’
Cindy grins, “Yep, you’ve fallen from Rook to Cupcake. Get use to it.”
The Blacksburg Bytch rakes her fingers across Casey’s stomach as she gives up on the Tummy Claw. Newsome rolls away, not sure where her hands will do the most good at this point. Cindy stands and flicks her bottoms back over the curve of her buttocks with a flick of her fingers. Bash stands over the Jersey girl and rubs a hand across her own washboard abs, “If you got it flaunt it!”
Casey rolls to all fours and starts to push up to her feet, but Cindy is there to ‘help’ her pulling the rookie into a side headlock. Again Newsome gets her cheek pressed against the other brunette’s side boob as Cindy leads her around the ring. Casey regains some composure and fires a left into Bash’s breadbasket, but that only earns her a twist of the neck and now her nose and mouth are pressed to sweaty side boob. Cindy pushes into Newsome backing her into the ropes and then folds her arms over the top rope, with the rookie exposed Bash fires a chop into Casey’s rather ample cleavage.
The older brunette snatches Casey’s wrist and shoulder whipping her across the ring. Stumbling out of the gates Newsome rights herself and picks up speed before turning and hitting the ropes. Propelled back at the veteran Casey leaps as she nears Bash and Cindy tries to catch the former Ballerina, but she just manages to send her higher and Casey’s knees come down on Cindy’s shoulder and she rides Bash down to the canvas turning the tables with her Pop up Meteora. Casey’s backside crashes down on Cindy’s orbs flattening them against her breastbone.
POP UP METEORA;
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Fptoulj9DU
Casey stays seated on Cindy trying to catch her legs as the fly up, but she only gets one.
ONE…
TWO…
NOOO!
Cindy shoves the rookie away rolling to her stomach as she tries to regain her breath.
Newsome bounces from her knees up to her feet, barely breaking stride in starting a sprint toward the ropes. Cindy, meanwhile, works her way up to her knees, turning her head toward the official, clearly with the intent to share a piece of her mind over something. But about what would remain a mystery, as Casey leaps toward her, catching the older brunette’s shoulders with her shins once again, taking Bash to the canvas with another Meteora—this one of the basement variety. Again, the rookie reaches back to secure her opponent’s legs, but just like before, one of Cindy’s stems manages to remain out of reach…
BASEMENT RUNNING METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTiCPED1DQM&feature=youtu.be
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Bash bucks loose.
The Blacksburg Bytch sits up, and once again starts to share her thoughts with the referee. But, just as before, the key phrase is “starts to”, as she almost immediately interrupted by a knee to the back from Newsome. Cindy cries out in pain, and she utters an even louder moan when Casey drives a second knee into her spine. The Jersey girl then drops to her knees behind the more experienced FAWN star, grabbing Bash’s arms and pulling them back, placing Cindy’s wings against the pits of her knees before she rocks back—the effect is essentially to lock the older brunette’s forearms created by Casey’s calves and thighs. Newsome then slaps on a chinlock from behind, wrenching Cindy’s head from left to right, drawing another howl of protest from the Blacksburg Bytch.
But as bad as Cindy’s plight might be now, the worst is still to come.
Casey rocks backward, but then pushes forward, forcing the veteran brunette’s chest down to the mat between her parted stems—stems that Newsome quickly gathers up. Rocking back to her knees again, in a motion too quick to afford Cindy the opportunity to pull her arms away before they are locked behind Newsome’s knees once more, the Jersey girl draws Cindy’s long legs up against her ample chest, crossing the Blacksburg Bytch’s ankle. The rookie’s Dual Stump Puller leaves Bash THOROUGHLY trussed up and folded in half, mewling and moaning---but, more importantly, refusing yet to surrender.
DUAL STUMP PULLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0fPYQTdsGE
It takes Cindy a few seconds to extricate one arm from Casey’s gams, and a further few seconds for the older brunette manages to buttscoot her way close enough to the ropes that she can secure a grip on the bottom cable. The official calls for a break and starts a count, Newsome managing to extricate Bash from the hold by the count of “THREE!” Climbing to her feet, the former dancer grabs a handful of Cindy’s raven locks, tugging the veteran to her feet and pulling her away from the ropes. Dipping a shoulder, Newsome shuffles the Blacksburg Bytch up onto her shoulders and into a fireman’s carry. It’s not a position she retains for long however, Casey swinging her foe off her shoulders and she herself drops to a seat on the canvas, Cindy slamming down HARD face and chest first—an impact hard enough, in fact, to bounce the older brunette over to her back.
FIREMAN’S CARRY SWINGING SITOUT GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TxwRk2bTEI
Turning back to the Blacksburg Bytch, Newsome pushes the older brunette flat to her back before scrambling to her feet, the rookie rushing past her foe as she rises and racing into the far ropes. Rebounding off the rubber coated steel, Casey takes a couple of strides back toward Cindy before doing something few if any other wrestlers would do: raising a leg, bending it at the knee, and pirouetting her way back to the fallen Bash. And, as soon as she is in range, Newsome’s plant foot settles back to the mat before she launches into the air, her bent leg stretching out before her, Casey executing a beautiful rendition of her signature pirouette leg drop! Rolling to cover Bash’s chest, the Jersey brunette reaches and hooks a leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Cindy gets a shoulder up.
Undeterred, Casey pulls her opponent up, bullying the Blacksburg Bytch into the near corner. She then BURIES her shoulder into Cindy’s stomach, folding Bash across her back and drawing a loud gasp from her parted lips. The shoulder thrust also lifts Cindy off her feet, a development Newsome takes advantage of to muscle the more experienced FAWN star up to a seat on the top turnbuckle. Casey then starts to climb onto the middle rope herself, intent on driving Cindy’s mug into the canvas courtesy of her one handed avalanche bulldog…
ONE HANDED AVALANCHE BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF3hLhkY87M
Maybe the spurt of offense made the rookie over confident, or the lack of experience in knowing if Cindy was properly set up for the move, but in either case when Casey leaps she does so without Bash. Newsome lands hard on the padded plywood, her face shows that it wasn’t a soft landing with just her derriere for cushioning. The Jersey girl turns to her hip to rub the sting out of her bum, Cindy hops down from her seat on the turnbuckle taking a few deep breathes to recover a bit of her senses
Casey rolls over to all fours, but Bash is there and stomps on her back sending her flat again. The Blacksburg Bytch steps over the prone rookie and drops her ass down on Casey’s lower back facing the younger brunette’s feet. Picking the gam with the knee brace Cindy lifts the leg and tucks Newsome’s foot under her arm applying a single leg crab. The FAWNatics scream, some Cindy fans that see the cagey vet’s You got Crabs hold coming, but they are drowned out by the fans backing the rookie that urge her to escape quickly.
Bash slides up Casey’s body until her ass is on the rookie’s neck, her leg being bent wickedly. Casey’s flexibility minimizes the pain, but she hasn’t felt part two of the hold yet. The Redneck Asian slaps her free hand down on the center of Casey’s blue one piece squeezing the brunette’s womanhood. Newsome screams, “BYTCH!” as she writhes in pain, Bash removes her hand, only to swat the rookie’s pubic mound and then reapply the claw as she warns, “Watch your mouth missy, I haven’t even went inside your suit yet.”
Trapped in the Virginian’s signature hold Casey reaches out for the far off ropes, but her hands drop knowing she’ll never reach from her current position. Cindy alternates between digging her fingers into the sensitive flesh and slapping as Casey digs her elbows into the canvas and starts the long crawl to the ropes. Newsome’s face is red with either the exertion of dragging her and Cindy towards the ropes, or the embarrassment of the Blacksburg Bytch working her private part. Bash gives her claw a mean corkscrew twist laughing as she says, “You got a bad case of Crabs.”
Casey starts and stops a few times, each time the referee asks if she wants to give it up, but the rookie refuses to give Bash the satisfaction. The ropes appear much closer and finally the rookie is able to get her fingers around the strand, of course that only means she has five more seconds of torture as Bash uses the referee’s count to the fullest. When she does step back away from the rookie Casey curls into a ball pulling her knees up.
Bash waits only long enough to not hear any complaints from the referee, reaching down she hooks Casey under an arm and grabs her shoulder pulling her away from the ropes and to her feet. Once the Jersey girl is up Cindy dips down still holding her arm and puts a shoulder into Casey’s stomach lifting her up across her shoulders. The Blacksburg Bytch carries the other brunette to the center of the ring, Newsome begins to wiggle a bit too much, but the veteran hangs on until she can fall back slamming the rookie into the canvas with a Samoan Drop.
Cindy reclines back on the former Ballerina enjoying the groans of the cupcake and the boos of the crowd, but a heels work is never done. Bash peels Casey off the canvas as she stands keeping the rookie turned away and then reaches between her legs grabbing Newsome’s wrist and pulling her up between her own legs. The vet reaches across hooking Casey’s other arm. Cindy pauses, then she lowers Newsome’s arm and then pulls it back up hard another time into her abused bathing suit part before lifting and turning her over in air sending her back to the thinly padded boards with the pumphandle powerbomb. Cindy scoots in keeping the dancer’s legs in the air, Bash hooks her heels over Casey’s outstretched arms.
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The younger brunette’s whole body spasms as she avoids the pinfall, Cindy shoves her opponent aside to get at the referee and complain about the speed of his count.
Even after the Blacksburg Bytch has gotten everything off her chest where the referee is concerned, Newsome remains curled into a protective shell as Bash turns back to her. Sauntering over, Cindy gathers a handful of hair and starts to pull Casey up. But the former dancer reacts by lacing an arm around her opponent’s neck and hooking a leg, rocking back and—just as she had done in winning her tryout match—ensnaring Cindy in a tight small package!
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unlike in Casey’s audition match, her opponent this time manages to kick her way free. Both Bash and Newsome tumble to their sides, and both quickly scramble to their feet. But Cindy wins the race just in time to catch the rookie with a kneelift slightly south (but not TOO far south) of Casey’s belly button. The younger brunette is left doubled over, momentarily breathless, one arm hugging her gulping tummy. Bash takes advantage of this state of affairs by pivoting on one heel and rushing into the near ropes. Rebounding off the cables, the Japanese born American beauty dives toward her foe, grabbing her by the noggin and executing an impressive flipping neckbreaker.
FLIPPING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db5S9q2UnE4
But rather than go for a cover, Bash climbs to her feet, hairhauling Casey up as well before taking her wrists. She attempts an Irish whip, but Newsome reverses it, launching the older brunette in a race toward the ropes. Catching her rebounding prey, the Jersey girl scoops Cindy up to her chest. In the next instant, Newsome spins both her opponent into the air and herself on one heel, falling to her back and DRIVING Bash face and chest first to the canvas via a swinging flatliner.
SWINGING FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaCDMarnSic
Even before her back hits the mat, a jolt of pain shoots from Casey’s knee up her thigh, causing her to momentarily grab the bony joint and pull it up toward her chest. But it’s a fleeting display of vulnerability, the beautiful young brunette soon rolling over before pushing up to her feet. With Cindy starting to pick herself up as well, Newsome turns and rushes into the ropes. Allowing the cables to propel her back at the straightening veteran, Casey jumps into the air, catching Bash flush in the jaw with an impressive bicycle kick.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySnLmICxhDA
Again, Casey’s knee twinges. But again, the youngster pushes past it, the only indication of her discomfort a VEERY slight hitch in her stride as she circles back toward the splattered bash. Instead of opting for a pin, Newsome stoops forward, in order to pull her foe up from the canvas. Unfortunately, Cindy manages to reach up, raking her talons across the rookie’s eyes and earning a shriek from the temporarily blinded Jersey girl. Picking herself up the rest of the way with no assistance, the Blacksburg Bytch shoves her head underneath Newsome’s right arm, one arm wrapping around the younger brunette’s waist.
Cindy’s OTHER hand, however, claims Casey’s right boot, pulling up and folding that gam at Newsome’s braced knee. Hoisting the rookie into the air, Bash drops to one knee, her reverse shinbreaker earning a whimper of anguish from her opponent…
REVERSE SHINBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9BIqvG1FVa0
… only Cindy doesn’t allow her opponent to fall. Keeping one arm around the younger brunette’s waist for support, Bash locks the other around Casey’s neck. At this point, the Blacksburg Bytch grabs a handful of Newsome’s sash, pops her hips, and muscles the youngster airborne, seemingly into position for a vertical suplex. But instead of falling backward, the FAWN veteran keeps her foe suspended, allowing the rookie’s blood to rush to her head. She then pulls Newsome’s body toward her, still upside down, but the brunettes now chest to chest. Bash then jumps into the air, extending her shapely legs in front of her in the slightest of ‘V’ shapes—while Cindy’s arms guide Casey’s head between her parted thighs.
SCREWDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N897WusOr8c
Casey flops over to her backside, the impact of the maneuver actually, for at least a couple of heartbeats, propelling the Jersey girl up to a seated position. But the slumped shoulder, limp arms and above all else the crossed eyes are a sure indication that while the lights may remain on, there is currently no one present at the Newsome residence. And then, with a dull moan, the youngster slumps to her back, arms and legs splayed.
The FAWNatics groan in sympathy for the rookie as Newsome twitches on the mat, Bash covered in a sexy sheen of sweat wipes her brow before crawling over to the other brunette and slides her hands under Casey’s shoulders. Sitting the dazed rookie up Bash hooks her hands under the Jersey girl’s shoulder straps, Casey barely aware of what’s going on squeals as she realizes that Cindy just yanked her shoulder straps down her arms in one quick motion.
Worse for the rookie when she tries to bring her arms up to cover her breast she finds that Cindy left the straps at her wrists preventing the rookie from covering up easily. The rowdier FAWNatics cheer, while the majority boo as Bash kneeling behind Newsome begins to hammer forearms down across the rookie’s freed boobs beating poor Casey’s gurls like drums. The FAWN new comer cries out after each blow until Bash is satisfied she’s softened up enough.
Casey’s head lies in Bash’s lap as Cindy runs a hand over the younger brunette tits, “This isn’t some little Indy organization, FAWN isn’t for little girls looking to play.”
Bash lifts the rookie up again to the seated position and then hooks her under the arms to lift her the rest of the way up. Casey’s legs are rubbery it seems now as Bash has to keep her from falling as she turns the rookie around and shoves Casey’s head under her own arm. Before the signals for escape can reach her body from her brain Newsome is locked up in a standing cradle. Cindy takes a few deep breathes before hoisting the rookie up inverting her and then sitting out driving the rookie into the thinly padded boards with her fisherman’s buster Bash calls The Mama’s Special
MAMA’S SPECIAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-bHOADMTFE
Cindy still holding Casey’s bad leg shoves the rookie aside as the referee starts to get into position to make a count. Bash wags a finger in his direction, “Not yet.”
Newsome’s eyelids flutter as she teeters on consciousness, but then a warn looking Blacksburgh Bytch climbs to her feet and bends down hair hauling the rookie back up. It takes several yanks and tugs to get Casey nearly upright. Cindy pulls her into a front facelock and reaches down hooking the back of the new comer’s left leg lifts her up. Casey’s good leg circles behind Bash’s waist as if she’s trying to body scissor her opponent, but the slow motion never gets to the point of threatening the veteran before Cindy falls backwards driving Newsome’s forehead into the canvas with her Finisher, the Blacksburg Blackout.
BLACKSBURG BLACKOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpVG4yZiU10
Casey is out before she rolls over to her back from the impact, Cindy turns over and crawls over placing one hand on the rookie’s bare breast and the other pressing down on the center of Newsome’s trunks. The cocky pin draws the ire of the crowd that think the rookie that put up such a great fight deserves better, but after the Blacksburg Blackout it’s doubtful that Casey could kick out with a feather covering her.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The referee turns calling for the bell as the crowd rains down louder boos and jeers on the Blackburgs Bytch. They almost drown out the ring announcer, “YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL….CINDY BASH!”
The half Asian doesn’t rise though, first she tugs the rookie’s one piece down to her waist before swinging a leg over the game Jersey girl. Bash bounces her ass down on Casey’s tits a few times before sliding back, Newsome coming to as she see what’s about to happen, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING FREAK!”
In way of answer Cindy plants her sweat soaked trunks down on the other brunette’s face and beings grind. Bash can feel the hot breath on her womanhood even through her bottoms, humiliation has always been a part of FAWN even though some are trying to remove it. The crowd boo, and jeer Cindy, but if roles were reversed they would cheer on the young newcomer. The Blacksburg Bytch cups both of Casey’s boobs, using them more just as hand holds than mauling the rookie.
Cindy lifts her butt a bit asking, “Wanna save yourself? Pucker up and kiss my ass,”
Casey gasping for breath takes a moment, “Screw you!”
Bash grins wickedly, “Your nose will, but you’re the one screwed.”
Cindy leans forward sliding her hand down Casey’s sweaty stomach and slips her fingers under the blue one piece. Bash waits for the first cries from the youngster before again lowering her backside and grinding her womanhood against the rookie’s features. Newsome’s legs kick weakly and her hands push uselessly against Cindy’s backside. A minute later Cindy pulls her hand from the Jersey Girl’s trunks wiping the hand on Casey’s outfit. Then a few moments later the Blacksburg Bytch goes rigid and squeezes both of Casey’s orbs hard, then a big content sigh.
The referee steps in, “Ok Cindy, you made your point. Let her up now.”
Bash tweaks both Casey’s nipples before standing, “She’ll think twice before showing her face anywhere in Virginia or in a ring with a Virginian again.”
Cindy wobbles a few steps before getting her legs back and heads to whatever after Mayhem Party she can find.