Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 20:17:12 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Calabasas, California, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Evolutionary Miracle … CAITY MASON!”
CAITY MASON:
Britney started up and Caity strode out alone, having once again declined Anna’s offer of in-person support. Given Sharpe didn’t share Mason’s distaste for Calliope it was easier that way, and so the newly minted Rookie of the Year was watching from home, most likely from a seat on a stationary bike.
With that thought in mind Caity pushed her boobs together for the camera and winked, before heading up the steps and ducking through the ropes. She doubted the ring would ever feel like a home, but at least she’d reached the point where it didn’t feel like a minefield. She hung her arm over the top rope and waited, casting a quick glance over the crowd in search of some pro-Caity signage and finding none.
“Assholes,” she muttered. But the dust she’d been paid by the fans only served to put her in the foul temper required for dealing with Candice Akeley and her travesty of a disguise.
With Caity lurking in the far corner as hot and surly as ever, the Announcer brought out her dance partner. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freakshow, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. “KITTY KEEPS KNOCKING, BUT SHE CAN’T COME IN!” Cali called to no one in particular. “AND IF SHE KEEPS IT UP…” the Eclectic Eel grew far more somber as she noted, “someone just might answer.”
Then her smile came back full force and she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For her return engagement with Annie Oakley’s far inferior half, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept the official in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, though she never let her eyes leave Mason. Rolling her shoulders as the ref cleared off, Cali straightened up and in her best Shao Khan growled, “Round two… FIGHT!”
Caity left her corner with the bell, the Best Coaster eager to avenge her first encounter with the green haired freak, even though she had left Calliope’s fugly face shiny with ass sweat. As for the woman in question, she approached quickly enough, albeit not with the ‘somebody’s ‘bout to get Bytch Slapped’ swagger in Mason’s step. Don’t characterize it as hesitancy though, not for one second. Anyone paying close attention could tell the Eclectic Eel was working very hard to keep her more savage half in the passenger’s seat. Caity was unaware of this struggle and wouldn’t have cared even if she had, as evidenced by the way she stormed up to Calliope and rocked her back on her heels with an aggressive two-handed shove.
“Drop the mask, bytch. You’re not fooling anyone anymore.” Mason snapped over the crowd’s ‘ooooooohhhh!’.
Cali cocked her head to one side, the perfect image of a woman who couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “No masks here, Kitty. Just you and me and--”
Caity lashed out in the blink of an eye, her right hand CRAAACKING against Calliope’s cheek with enough force to swivel her head. “Let me make this real clear for you, Akeley.” the curvaceous brunette sneered. “I didn’t come here to fight this little projection, it’s YOUR body I mean to maul over the next twenty minutes. So you’re going to step out of the shadows and face me like the woman… or… woman-child, that you are. Every time ‘Calliope’ (she added condescending air quotes to the name) says so much as word I’m going to slap you across the mouth. Understood?”
The Queen of Outré Space locked eyes with the catfighter but she made no move to tend to the welt on her cheek. “Kitty needs to be nicer or I’ll have to get the spray NNNGGGGHHH!”
Mason snatched a huge handful of hair, cranked the other woman’s head back at a wicked angle and slapped her forehand and backhand, one right after the other. “WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BYTCH?” Caity roared. “DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST MESS WITH ME AND--”
Cali snatched her attacker’s encroaching wrist and dug in with her nails until Mason hissed with pain. Regarding her foe with a sort of clarity most of the roster didn’t even know she possessed, the One Woman Freak Show murmured, “You can’t really be that stupid, can you, Kitty?”
Caity’s dark eyes narrowed and the fist buried in Calliope’s locks tightened enough to tug her head to one side. “Did YOU just call ME stupOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Calliope slammed a Toe Kick into the brunette’s gut, freeing herself from the hair-hold. In the next instant she laced her hands across the back of Mason’s neck, hopped up onto her thighs and tumbled backward to hurl Caity up, over and DOWN onto her butt with a huge Monkey Flip! Mason cringed as pain jolted up her spine, somehow she always seemed to forget that the canvas was harder than it looked. Adding a sore tailbone to the growing list of things she owed this loser, Caity scrambled to her feet and “OOOOOOWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Cheers of delight from the crowd when Mason thrust her prodigious chest forward after Calliope grabbed her shoulders and raaaaaaaaaaaked all the way down her back! Breaking into a lopsided grin as Caity jiggled and stomped away from those dangerous claws, Cali hurried after her and wound up like she was going for a huge two-handed slap only to cup Mason’s buttocks and squeeze! The Best Coaster yelped, pulled away, then whipped around with murder in her dark eyes. “I’m going to rip you apart, cunt.”
“How rude!” Calliope said with mock gravity. “Just for that I’m going to take away all your catn--”
Mason swung for the fences (and Calliope’s head) with a big ol’ Haymaker, but the green-haired grappler dipped it, then slipped an arm between Caity’s thighs and muscled her up onto one shoulder. A textbook Body Slam followed, Cali planting Caity in the center of the squared circle with the sort of force that made Mason jostle and ache all over. The shiver in the canvas told Cali she’d landed a good one, so she spun away and ran the ropes off to Caity’s left. She returned immediately thereafter, took to the skies in a high vertical leap and stretched out just in time to THWHUMP down across Mason’s tummy in a damned good Ultimate Warrior impression. No lax cover here though, Cali hooked the far leg and pulled it up under the brunette’s chin for…
ONE…
TWO…
Caity got a hand under the weirdo’s chin and shoved her away simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Rolling onto hip and elbow, her back to Calliope, Mason grumbled, “Nice try, freak. It’s not gonna be that easWHOONNNNGGHHHHHHHH!”
Legs already stretched and cinched tight just beneath the catfighter’s bounty, Cali braced both hands against the mat to boost her tush off the mat and thus put that much more pressure into literally squeezing Mason out of her top.
No stranger to Scissors leveled at her tits, the statuesque brunette grit her teeth and sank her claws into encroaching thigh in the hopes of carving out new and interesting patterns. Calliope grimaced at the response, but another strong pulse through her stems convinced forced a moan from Mason and convinced the Frightener she was on the right track. “Figured it out yet, smarty?” Cali asked once Caity had refused the referee’s first question of submission.
“Figured out what?” Caity slipped a thumb into the back of Calliope’s kneepad and dug into the soft flesh. “That you’re a weak-willed, delusional f*cktard hiding from the world behind a NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Steeling herself against the pain of Mason’s counter claw, the Eclectic Eel leaned forward and slapped Caity’s face once, twice, three times before finishing off with a whistling overhand slap to that undefended belly. “You’re dumb and mean, Kitty. That’s a dangerous combination.” Cali spoke slowly, as if explaining the concept to a child. “I don’t protect Candice from the world, I protect the world from Candice.”
Denied the easy way out, Mason squirmed and twisted in Calliope’s grasp until she was on one side and facing her attacker. “Cut the horror movie bullshyt Akeley. You’re not some diabolical genius, you’re just the next sad twat on my Humiliation LisAAARRRGGGHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Tired of Kitty’s insolence, Calliope grabbed hold of Mason’s waistband and hiked it to well north of her navel with an Inverted Wedgie that had even the most salacious minded fans groaning their sympathy. Forcing herself to ignore the sting and burn in favor of a hair-hold that might actually break the Scissors, Caity jerked Calliope’s head close and dragged her nails across the other woman’s eyes! The wedgie got even worse for a moment but Mason didn’t falter and Cali abandoned her hold in another few seconds. Scrambling away as soon as the freak’s legs popped up, Caity claimed sanctuary in the ropes and used the reprieve to soothe her scrapes and welts.
Elsewhere, the Queen of Outré Space rubbed the burn from her eyes all without letting Mason out of her sight. “You really shouldn’t keep calling for Candice, Kitty.” she said reproachfully. “The louder you call, the stronger she gets and if she decides she wants to drive… well, that would be bad.”
“How bad could it be?” Caity taunted when she’d regained her feet. “I know I’d love to face an opponent who actually understands just how badly I’m going to embarrass her.”
Calliope shook her head sadly. “You say that now, but you don’t mean it. See Kitty, I play for fun and you and Billie Jean play for money. Candice? She plays for blood. And you don’t have what it takes to sit at the table for her game.”
“You have no idea how much I’d love to strip you of every stitch of that cheap, made in Vietnam lycra you’re wearing, but if I do we all know there’s no way that pussy will ever show her face.” Caity stormed back into the fray bringing her right arm over to deliver a vicious SLAP to the shiny swell of Calliope’s boob. “Fuck Candice’s game. We’ve got our own little contest going on, haven’t we Bitch Tits?”
Calliope rubbed the rapidly reddening skin while Mason thrust her shoulders back, brazenly offering up her bounty for the Monster of the Midway’s retaliation. The answering crack of palm on breast looked like setting up another session of mutual titty torture, but instead Calliope let her fingers catch in the Best Coaster’s top on the follow through, then used the grip to pull her forward onto a spearing knee to the gut.
“Oh Kitty, you wouldn’t last five minutes with Candice in one of those fancy hotel rooms you say you like,” Calliope admonished her doubled-over foe with an elbow driven hard into her exposed spine and Caity dropped to her knees with a cry. She rolled unceremoniously under the bottom rope, looking for some further respite. Such desertion of the field of battle had the Eclectic Eel wrinkling her nose. “I hope you aren’t one of those penthouse fighters who runs crying to the bathroom when she gets a super deep wedgie? Because no one likes a quitter.”
Down on the floor the Cali Catfighter wasn’t quitting, just taking a moment to straighten her top. But when Calliope poked her head between the ropes to continue their dialogue, Mason quickly forgot about the attire adjustment. Her hands shot up in a flash, snatching two fistfuls of dangling hair and YANKING Calliope the rest of the way through the ropes. The Queen of Outré Space never even got the chance to get her feet underneath her before she was sailing through the air. She landed hard on her hip, yelping as she bounced and rolled to a heap of twitching limbs.
“You’re in enough trouble out here without wishing yourself into a road game, Candi-ass.” Caity lifted her foot high and drove it down on her foe’s outstretched hand. Tucking the limb under her body meant Calliope lost her wobbly platform, listing to one side, her pain stretched forehead coming to rest against the floor.
Breathing hard with effort, Mason dragged her prey over to the steel steps by the hair. The Best Coaster was not a natural brawler, and so to keep from feeling like she was too far out of her comfort zone she paused to rake her nails down the sweating slope of Calliope’s back.
“AAAHHHHH-” THUMP! Calliope’s wail of agony was abruptly ended by the meeting of face and steps. Her arching torso had only added momentum to the vicious impact. She reached her arms out to embrace the wobbling structure, her foot kicking absently against the floor.
“Must be becoming a real bumpy ride in there, Akeley,” Caity sneered. She still had her claws buried deep in Calliope’s fight-damp hair. Shifting them from side to side she dragged the stricken bitch’s forehead over the dimpled metal.
The FAWN crowd loudly voiced their disapproval. Usually they could tolerate a Caity Mason match because of the high probability of at least partial nudity, but a Caity Mason match that thus far had barely even managed a wedgie? That’s a booing.
Still, Mason had more important things to occupy her, like a count that had reached well into the teens. She scowled at the official but rolled quickly under the bottom rope and back again. The brief interruption allowed Calliope to regain her feet. She wobbled forward with a dazed expression, although it became questionable how much of that was playacting when she met Caity’s charge by lowering her head and boosting the Best Coaster into a Back Body Drop. What she missed out on in elevation Calliope gained from her location, dumping Caity perfectly on the top step like a cat that’s brought back a mouse.
Pressing her hand to her aching forehead, the Frightener winced. Her blossoming headache had been done no good at all by Mason’s scream upon landing and the catfighter’s ongoing faulty logic. “Kitty wants to show people they shouldn’t ignore her by ignoring me? Huh.”
Mason opened her mouth to answer, then closed it without saying a word. Much as she loathed the woman looming overhead, the brunette was currently in the worst pain of her professional career, the fall onto the hollow step even trumping the beating she’d taken from Autumn Sammain, as well as that one time an exceptionally creative Kenyan grad student had crotched her against the frame of an antique four post bed. These thoughts flickered in and out of her mind like a string of Christmas lights with a short, indeed nothing cogent coalesced until Calliope reached down and grabbed a double handful of battle-lank hair.
“Fuuuuhhhh…. f*cking leggo of me, AkeMMMPPPHHHHH!”
The Queen of Outre Space obliged the request only after she’d lifted Caity’s head and sidled in close enough to wedge it between her thighs in a sort of suspended Inverted Headscissors. It earned immediate cheers from the FAWNatics for obvious reasons -- aside from the technique and position of delivery, the maneuver pressed Mason’s mouth flush against the other brunette’s undercarriage while her nose was wedged painfully between Calliope’s glutes. Squealing with the first strong pulse, the Best Coaster’s limp hands regained some of their former purpose as she sank her nails into the Frightener’s glutes and squeezed ‘til her fingers showed white at the knuckle. Cali grimaced slightly, crooked her own hands talons and laid them *just* above the waistband of Caity’s briefs.
Mason’s brow furrowed as understanding washed over her.
“DohdhebendinkaboudiduubidEEERRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Calliope did a lot more than think she raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her prey from tummy to tits once, twice, three times in rapid succession! “Kitty’s got a nice purr box!” Cali giggled as the catfighter’s wails reverberated against her groin and glutes. Wonder if she comes with different settings?” Determined to answer this vital question, the Monster of the Midway flattened her hands into paddles and slappity-slappity-SLAP-SLAP-SLAPPED a lovely Latin rhythm on Mason’s gulping midsection. From there she segued into something a bit harder, Calliope doing her best Dave Grohl impression with a set of balled fists that Caity sucking more trunk-filtered air with each passing second.
In a No Count Out or No Disqualification scenario such a predicament might’ve spelled disaster for Anna Sharpe’s best girl, but on this particular evening the rules Mason so often flaunted proved her best friend as the ref reached ‘FIFTEEEN!’ on his count and brought a merciful end to the tummy torture. Not that it proved a Get Out of Jail Free card, mind you. Caity was still stretched out on that top step and the green-haired grappler had five long seconds with which to amuse herself. Transitioning from the Headscissors to an Inverted Facelock in the blink of an eye, Cali cranked Caity’s chin up into the crook of her left armpit and snagged hold of the Califtornian’s waistband with her free hand. From there she took two giant steps backward and laid out flat on her belly to THWHUMP the back of Mason’s head and shoulders into the barely-padded floor courtesy a huge Inverted DDT!
The count was at ‘EIGHTEEN’ and even with zebra slowing it down a bit, Calliope could’ve dove under the bottom rope, leaving Mason all by her lonesome to suck up the count out. But Candice didn’t approve of that thinking and neither did Cali, so she scraped the other brunette off the mat and bustled her under the bottom rope with just enough time to hop onto the apron. With Mason stretched before her like the world’s tawdriest welcome mat, the Eclectic Eel vaulted onto the top rope, raised both hands overhead in a ‘V’, then simply fell forward and THWHAPPED down atop Caity’s midsection in a big Splash! The Best Coaster shuddered and rolled to one side (she never remembered much of what Anna taught her about pro wrestling, but never forgot to keep her shoulder off the mat) only for Calliope to jerk her right back and stretch out across her chest in a snug pin. It got that much tighter when she hooked the far leg and pulled it up high for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mason squirmed out with a half second to spare and earned a grudging smatter of applause in the process. Cali’s nod of appreciation was far more genuine. “Not bad, Kitty! I thought you were all done roughhousing for the night, but you’ve got some more fight left, huh?”
Caity rolled to her stomach, pushed to all fours and took several ragged breaths. “Yuuuuuhhh… you’re not going to beat me again, bytch. Tonight’s the night I humiliate you. And I’ll do it without an ‘ L’ next to my name in the record booKNNNNGGHHH!”
Calliope clubbed her between the shoulders with a strong Double Axehandle that dropped the Californian down flat on her chest. “Keep talking about humiliation, Kitty.” the Frightener was uncharacteristically stern as she hauled the flagging brunette up by her hair. “And I’ll make sure you leave the ring with a big ‘ol E-collar strapped around your head!”
Mason had no answer for that and good thing too, as Calliope wasted no time muscling the Best Coaster onto her shoulder for a Fireman’s Carry. This latest display of Caity Mason only lasted long enough for Cali to turn one full circle. Then she tossed the other shopworn brunette up into a quick freefall and simultaneously threw herself backward in a Pele Kick that THWHACKED off the side of her prey’s skull! Mason jolted in mid-air and she landed in a rough Matchbook, ankles somewhere north of her head, ass pointed to the rafters as Calliope crawled over and planted both hands against those upturned haunches for the…
COULROPHOBIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFVV7SIgTVE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Caity was far too discombobulated to kick out, yet she must’ve retained a certain degree of ring awareness because she reached out and grabbed the bottom rope with no more than a whisper to spare. Calliope sighed and leaned back to catch her breath. “Burning through those nine lives real fast, kitty.” she huffed. “How many is that now, five? Six? Hey, where ya goin’?” Mason didn’t answer, she just kept pulling / dragging herself forward until she’d skidded beneath the bottom rope. She would’ve continued to the floor if Calliope hadn’t reached over the top rope and grabbed her hair in both hands. “Too late to play outside, kitty. You remember what happened last time.”
Caity did, not that there was much time to dwell on it with the weirdo actively hauling her up by the roots. Desperate to create some separation, the Best Coaster grabbed Calliope’s head in both hands and pulled her forward and down to draaaaaggg her face back and forth across the top rope! Cali wailed and relinquished her own grip to better tend to her abraded eye sockets. Mason made no move to stop her, rather she grabbed the rubber-coated steel in both hands, pulled it back as far she could, then let it go so it TWANGED into the bridge of her opponent’s nose!
More unpleasantness for the Queen of Outré Space as she stumbled back with her aching face buried in both hands. After the punishment she’d endured Caity just wanted to hang back and take a breather, but the prospect of inflicting more suffering was too much to pass up. So she grabbed the bottom rope, leaaaaaaaaaned back once again, then launched herself between the top and middle ropes in a short, but extremely effective Spear that buried her shoulder in Calliope’s midriff!
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE
Damn near folded in half by the unexpected blow, Cali didn’t offer much in the way of resistance as Caity immediately straddled her chin for an extremely high, extremely arrogant Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on her knees, Mason ground the prone woman’s ears with her thighs while the ref and the FAWNatics counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
“NNGGHHH! BITE me? Really?” The crowd likely would have guessed the reason for Caity’s voluntary vacating of her pin attempt even if she didn’t have to swat Calliope’s mouth from her thigh before scrambling away. The Frightener hissed as she was forced back to her feet by the curl of Mason's talons in her hair. “You need to crawl out of that swamp and take control of your weirdo, Akeley,” Caity snapped. “She's making some choices that are going to get you tasting ass again.”
Any reply was cut off by the knee Mason fitted between Cali's legs. Caity took a deep breath as she had to support her foe's suddenly slumping weight, but she'd braced for the burden, and she steered them over to the nearest corner and stuffed Calliope into the buckles.
Wiping a hand across her sweaty brow, she used a contemptuous flick of the wrist to toss a few salty droplets Cali's way before backhanding her across the cheek. CRAACCK!! Caity watched and listened intently, gauging both the stick-snap sound of the impact and quite how quickly she'd turned Calliope's head, the arrival of Macy Renquist having put all of FAWN's cattier competitors on high alert.
Satisfied she'd done good, Mason took possession of Calliope's arm and went to Whip her into the opposite corner. But the Monster of the Midway gave her best impression of a recalcitrant ass and planted her feet, going nowhere for the moment. Caity yelped as the move was abruptly reversed. Sent on her way she hit the opposite corner hard and came stumbling back out only to get thoroughly leveled by a picture-perfect Standing Dropkick. Calliope had half a mind to go for a cover, but adjusted when Caity once again rolled belly down to make the task harder.
Thwarted, Cali took a moment to weigh up her next move. Mason had her hands pressed against her face where she'd felt the impact of her foe's boots. Evidently she was hurting, but Calliope figured Caity's currency was embarrassment and humiliation more than pain. With that in mind, and taking care to drop her ass down heavily when taking a seat on the Best Coaster's sweat-slick back, she hooked Caity's arms over her thighs and linked her fingers under the brunette's chin. “Kitty Slide,” she shouted happily, and she was right that the violent tug of the Camel Clutch gave Mason's torso just the right angle for a gently sloping descent. Once the Frightener's shapely booty was nestled nicely in the small of Caity's back she went to work on the Cali Catfighter's top, pulling it lose with a stern warning for the suddenly fired-up crowd. “Remember, no posting nipples on Instagram.”
“You fuUUMMMFFFF!” Mason's rant lasted only as long as the time it took for Calliope to convert the top to an impromptu bit and slip it in her mouth.
Well aware of the sea of raised camera phones documenting the spectacle she was making of Caity's bare breasts, Cali leaned in close and blew a teasing, tickling breath in Mason's ear. “No Candice. This is all me. Don't forget that, Kitty.”
By that point the pesky ref had been hovering for a while, and he chose to intervene when the Queen of Outré Space began nibbling on Caity's ear. “Come on Cali, no more biting. And take the top out of her mouth! I'll… er… I'll introduce you to all the other talking animals.”
“Not now, talking zebra. Kitty's getting feisty.” And it was true, Caity's pained wriggling was making for an increasingly awkward mount. Since the frenzy of photography seemed to have died off, Cali did as she'd been asked. Meaning she switched to two fistfuls of Caity's sweat-stringy hair and drove the brunette's face into the canvas, rolled her onto her back and hooked a leg. Already in the vicinity, the official was quickly in for the cover and the crowd counted out….
ONE…
TWO...
Mason kicked loose. Not only that, she further showed her enthusiasm for prolonging the contest by seizing a handful of hair and slapping the Frightener across the face. Her prodigious chest heaving with fury, she hooked both sets of fingers in Calliope's mouth and stretched like she wanted to leave the Monster of the Midway with an unpleasantly permanent smile. “That's it Akeley,” the Best Coaster crowed. “Show everyone how much you enjoUUMMMMPPHHH”
Calliope had fired a punch into Caity's armpit then clamped a smothering palm over her mouth and nose as the match devolved into the catfight it had always threatened to become.
Shaking the brunette’s fingers free of her mouth, Cali swung a leg over Mason’s waist and straddled her, making sure to drop the slim curve of her backside into her foe’s tummy in the process. Perch secure, she dug her knees into Caity’s ribs and leaned down and in, pouring all her weight into the HOM Smother. Mason didn’t exactly panic, she’d been in this position plenty of times and survived most of them, but she still didn’t much care for the searing pinch of the freak’s fingers against her nose. To make matters worse, she was constantly fighting to keep at least one shoulder off the mat, which resulted in a lot of…
ONE…
and…
ONE…
TWO…
from the official.
Anger growing even as her air dwindled, Mason fired a near constant stream of Kneelifts into her attacker’s lower back, but Calliope endured it with a knowing smile, the crazy bytch clearly not so far gone that she didn’t recognize the catfighter’s flagging efforts. Galled at the thought of suffering another loss to this misfit toy (and even worse, being unable to do anything about it after the bell) Mason stopped trying to prize Calliope’s hand from her face and instead reached up and sank her claws into the Monster’s bounty. Calliope hissed, shook her head no and delivered a hard open-palmed SMACK to her mount’s ribs. “Hands off the merchandise, Kitty.” Calliope muttered. “I’m not your scratching poSSSSEERRRRHHH OOOOOOWW!”
Unfortunately for Cali it wasn’t scratching the brunette had in mind when she yanked that sequined top down. Honing in on her foe’s nipples in an instant, Mason pinched ‘em between thumb and forefinger and pulled like she meant to take them as a trophy! The Queen of Outre Space wailed, cut it off behind clenched teeth and poured more pressure into the Palm Smother, but Mason knew she’d found her escape hatch and so she added a vile bounce to her titty-twisting assault. Five seconds later she was free, Cali abruptly giving up her smother to clamp down on the Best Coaster’s wrists.
Shouting triumph despite her own lightheadedness, Caity arched her back and rolled to one side to switch positions with her suffering foe. “That’s right freak, SCREAM!” Mason demanded after she’d mounted Calliope’s waist. “Scream, tap out, beg for mercy if you want, just make sure you do it before I twist these right the f*ck off!” As if there was any question of the ‘these’ in question, she pressed down on Cali’s tormented boobs and twiiiiiiisssssssted with all her might!
“What do you say, Calliope?” the ref asked while trying his best to not look directly at the action. “Need me to call for the--”
“Don’t bother asking!” Mason snapped. “I want her to tell ME, not WHOOOAAHHHH!”
The Eclectic Eel brought both legs up, hooked them under her tormentor’s armpits and popped her hips to send the startled catfighter tumbling onto her back! Too focused on vengeance to enjoy the relief that came from ending the dual pincer, Calliope only wrapped one arm around her attacker’s waist. The other she curled into a claw and ‘smecked’ against the center of Mason’s trunks!
“HOW’Z THAT, KITTY?” Calliope barked over Caity’s shrieks. “YOU LIKE BEIN’ MY SCRATCHING POST?” Caity most certainly didn’t, not that she bothered to respond what with the ref swooping in to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
If Calliope had settled for a standard Sunset Flip she might’ve ended it then and there, but the half Waistlock gave Mason just enough wriggle room to somersault backward onto all fours. Plowing forward the instant she touched down, the Best Coaster slid her arms under Calliope’s legs and lifted them off the mat, which in turn made it easier to drive her shoulders into the pits of the other woman’s knees. Doing so folded the Frightener into a rough Matchbook, one that got all the rougher when kept right on climbing, the white-clad battler scrambling into an awkward straddle that put her butt directly atop Cali’s upturned calves.
Braced heavily on both hands, a split-second glance forward and back gave Caity the best idea she’d had all night. Reaching back with her right hand, she curled it into a spade and repaid the freak’s Crotch Claw with white-knuckled interest. Then she bellowed ‘COUNT!’ and when the ref did as bade, Caity darted out her left hand to grab hold of the bottom rope, making sure she had all the leverage she needed to secure the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
At the sound of the bell two things happened. The fans erupted in disapproval, naturally, but in the ring the beaten Frightener voluntarily curled her body even further, until she was coiled into the tightest of balls, still with Mason’s weight on her calves. That way when she kicked up and out the release of pent-up energy sent Caity rocketing through the space between bottom and middle rope. Mason hit the ground with a sweaty SLAP, tossing her head back and glaring up from her knees, the ejection a particularly embarrassing way to receive confirmation of a first PPV win.
“Stand up, skank.” The newly arrived Candice Akeley exited the ring with far more grace, hopping to the floor while the screen showed a replay of the finish of the match. Her mouth threatened to twitch into a snarl at the sight of Caity’s rope-aided pin, but she controlled herself with an effort.
“I finally dragged the troll out from under the bridge, did I?” At the telltale change in her opponent’s tone Mason’s brown eyes lit up with a kind of triumphant hate, her body tensed, bare breasts heaving. And she didn’t just stand up, she chested up, her spectacular assets bullying Akeley’s in the meet-up. “Good,” she said, eyes cutting down pointedly to the one-sided battle going on there. “Now you get to taste my titsweat unfiltered.”
Candice took a step back and Caity’s face broke into a smug grin, but the Ruthless Realist wasn’t retreating from the fight, just creating enough room between their bodies to reach down and slap on a Crotch Claw at least the equal of Calliope’s. “You know what, cunt,” she said conversationally, her hand wreaking havoc. “I might not be around all that much but I see a lot of what goes on, and the only time I ever saw Sharpe smile was in those workouts with Calliope and Eve. And I mean a real smile, not that sad thing she painted on when you showed up.”
Caity’s furious response got cut off when Candice broke her grip to CRAACCKK Mason across the face with a Bitch Slap delivered by that same Clawing hand, a pointed form of humiliation the Cali Catfighter was used to delivering herself. She staggered away a few steps but came back with a Bitch Slap of her own and suddenly both women were sporting bloody lips.
Above them the official kept on appealing for calm, but what was he going to do, come out there and separate them? And the powers-that-be were evidently holding off on sending reinforcements from the back – FAWN hadn’t prospered for so long by stopping confrontations at the slapping stage.
Mason poked her tongue over the sore spot, laughed mockingly. “That feeling you had when my tits bullied yours? That used to be your life, didn’t it Akeley? Every day, someone cutting in front of you, talking over you, looking past you to someone else. A thousand tiny humiliations stacking up until you couldn’t take it any longer. Calliope doesn’t exist to protect me from you, she exists because without her you’re the most forgettable waste of oxyAAGGHHHH SHIT!”
Having listened long enough to confirm that Caity was truly deserving of what she was about to get, Akeley drew her arm back and welted the catfighter’s rack with a Knife-Edge Chop. The flurry of follow ups beat Mason into retreat, until her incomparable booty was bunched up against the guardrail, a thin red line streaked across the tops of her breasts.
“You think you get a rest? No timeouts in overtime, skank.” Akeley chided. She wrapped a hand in Caity’s sweaty hair and pulled her away from her support. Calliope’s other half had paid the same physical toll as if she’d wrestled the match herself, and she too was running on fumes as she ducked her head under Mason’s left arm, palmed a handful of prime California thigh and used that grip to boost Caity to shoulder height. “Bet you remember this spot,” she grunted, barely able to keep a hold of her load long enough to dump the catfighter butt first on the steel steps.
“AAAHHHHHH!!” Mason wailed and wedged her hands under her backside to try and massage away the pain of the Gravitron. She was quickly pulled down to her back, once again flattened out across the top step in a way that felt scarily sacrificial.
“Just so we’re clear.” Candice stopped and broke into a savage grin. At that moment her hands were occupied squeezing Caity’s cheeks and pinching her nose. The catfighter’s breath was coming through in snorts and choked-off gasps. Anything but clear. In addition, a bevy of muscular fun sponges were headed down the ramp. Candice’s time was running short. “You didn’t unlock me like some sort of end-of-level boss. Calliope didn’t need me to kick your ass and someday she'll prove it. But you wanted me and you got me, skank. So give yourself every little advantage you can think of. Just remember, be careful what you wish for.”
And with that she was gone, on her way to the back as the officials rushed past to check on Mason. The crowd reacted with uncertainty to the departing Frightener, but Candice had avenged an injustice, and she seemingly wasn't threatening to keep Calliope locked away inside like before, so the cheers of approval gradually picked up. And wouldn't you know it, at the end of the ramp the Pitiless Pragmatist even turned and flashed them a smile.
CAITY MASON:
Britney started up and Caity strode out alone, having once again declined Anna’s offer of in-person support. Given Sharpe didn’t share Mason’s distaste for Calliope it was easier that way, and so the newly minted Rookie of the Year was watching from home, most likely from a seat on a stationary bike.
With that thought in mind Caity pushed her boobs together for the camera and winked, before heading up the steps and ducking through the ropes. She doubted the ring would ever feel like a home, but at least she’d reached the point where it didn’t feel like a minefield. She hung her arm over the top rope and waited, casting a quick glance over the crowd in search of some pro-Caity signage and finding none.
“Assholes,” she muttered. But the dust she’d been paid by the fans only served to put her in the foul temper required for dealing with Candice Akeley and her travesty of a disguise.
With Caity lurking in the far corner as hot and surly as ever, the Announcer brought out her dance partner. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freakshow, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. “KITTY KEEPS KNOCKING, BUT SHE CAN’T COME IN!” Cali called to no one in particular. “AND IF SHE KEEPS IT UP…” the Eclectic Eel grew far more somber as she noted, “someone just might answer.”
Then her smile came back full force and she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For her return engagement with Annie Oakley’s far inferior half, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept the official in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, though she never let her eyes leave Mason. Rolling her shoulders as the ref cleared off, Cali straightened up and in her best Shao Khan growled, “Round two… FIGHT!”
Caity left her corner with the bell, the Best Coaster eager to avenge her first encounter with the green haired freak, even though she had left Calliope’s fugly face shiny with ass sweat. As for the woman in question, she approached quickly enough, albeit not with the ‘somebody’s ‘bout to get Bytch Slapped’ swagger in Mason’s step. Don’t characterize it as hesitancy though, not for one second. Anyone paying close attention could tell the Eclectic Eel was working very hard to keep her more savage half in the passenger’s seat. Caity was unaware of this struggle and wouldn’t have cared even if she had, as evidenced by the way she stormed up to Calliope and rocked her back on her heels with an aggressive two-handed shove.
“Drop the mask, bytch. You’re not fooling anyone anymore.” Mason snapped over the crowd’s ‘ooooooohhhh!’.
Cali cocked her head to one side, the perfect image of a woman who couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “No masks here, Kitty. Just you and me and--”
Caity lashed out in the blink of an eye, her right hand CRAAACKING against Calliope’s cheek with enough force to swivel her head. “Let me make this real clear for you, Akeley.” the curvaceous brunette sneered. “I didn’t come here to fight this little projection, it’s YOUR body I mean to maul over the next twenty minutes. So you’re going to step out of the shadows and face me like the woman… or… woman-child, that you are. Every time ‘Calliope’ (she added condescending air quotes to the name) says so much as word I’m going to slap you across the mouth. Understood?”
The Queen of Outré Space locked eyes with the catfighter but she made no move to tend to the welt on her cheek. “Kitty needs to be nicer or I’ll have to get the spray NNNGGGGHHH!”
Mason snatched a huge handful of hair, cranked the other woman’s head back at a wicked angle and slapped her forehand and backhand, one right after the other. “WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BYTCH?” Caity roared. “DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST MESS WITH ME AND--”
Cali snatched her attacker’s encroaching wrist and dug in with her nails until Mason hissed with pain. Regarding her foe with a sort of clarity most of the roster didn’t even know she possessed, the One Woman Freak Show murmured, “You can’t really be that stupid, can you, Kitty?”
Caity’s dark eyes narrowed and the fist buried in Calliope’s locks tightened enough to tug her head to one side. “Did YOU just call ME stupOOOFFFFFHHHH!”
Calliope slammed a Toe Kick into the brunette’s gut, freeing herself from the hair-hold. In the next instant she laced her hands across the back of Mason’s neck, hopped up onto her thighs and tumbled backward to hurl Caity up, over and DOWN onto her butt with a huge Monkey Flip! Mason cringed as pain jolted up her spine, somehow she always seemed to forget that the canvas was harder than it looked. Adding a sore tailbone to the growing list of things she owed this loser, Caity scrambled to her feet and “OOOOOOWWWW GODDAMMIT!”
Cheers of delight from the crowd when Mason thrust her prodigious chest forward after Calliope grabbed her shoulders and raaaaaaaaaaaked all the way down her back! Breaking into a lopsided grin as Caity jiggled and stomped away from those dangerous claws, Cali hurried after her and wound up like she was going for a huge two-handed slap only to cup Mason’s buttocks and squeeze! The Best Coaster yelped, pulled away, then whipped around with murder in her dark eyes. “I’m going to rip you apart, cunt.”
“How rude!” Calliope said with mock gravity. “Just for that I’m going to take away all your catn--”
Mason swung for the fences (and Calliope’s head) with a big ol’ Haymaker, but the green-haired grappler dipped it, then slipped an arm between Caity’s thighs and muscled her up onto one shoulder. A textbook Body Slam followed, Cali planting Caity in the center of the squared circle with the sort of force that made Mason jostle and ache all over. The shiver in the canvas told Cali she’d landed a good one, so she spun away and ran the ropes off to Caity’s left. She returned immediately thereafter, took to the skies in a high vertical leap and stretched out just in time to THWHUMP down across Mason’s tummy in a damned good Ultimate Warrior impression. No lax cover here though, Cali hooked the far leg and pulled it up under the brunette’s chin for…
ONE…
TWO…
Caity got a hand under the weirdo’s chin and shoved her away simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ Rolling onto hip and elbow, her back to Calliope, Mason grumbled, “Nice try, freak. It’s not gonna be that easWHOONNNNGGHHHHHHHH!”
Legs already stretched and cinched tight just beneath the catfighter’s bounty, Cali braced both hands against the mat to boost her tush off the mat and thus put that much more pressure into literally squeezing Mason out of her top.
No stranger to Scissors leveled at her tits, the statuesque brunette grit her teeth and sank her claws into encroaching thigh in the hopes of carving out new and interesting patterns. Calliope grimaced at the response, but another strong pulse through her stems convinced forced a moan from Mason and convinced the Frightener she was on the right track. “Figured it out yet, smarty?” Cali asked once Caity had refused the referee’s first question of submission.
“Figured out what?” Caity slipped a thumb into the back of Calliope’s kneepad and dug into the soft flesh. “That you’re a weak-willed, delusional f*cktard hiding from the world behind a NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Steeling herself against the pain of Mason’s counter claw, the Eclectic Eel leaned forward and slapped Caity’s face once, twice, three times before finishing off with a whistling overhand slap to that undefended belly. “You’re dumb and mean, Kitty. That’s a dangerous combination.” Cali spoke slowly, as if explaining the concept to a child. “I don’t protect Candice from the world, I protect the world from Candice.”
Denied the easy way out, Mason squirmed and twisted in Calliope’s grasp until she was on one side and facing her attacker. “Cut the horror movie bullshyt Akeley. You’re not some diabolical genius, you’re just the next sad twat on my Humiliation LisAAARRRGGGHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHK!”
Tired of Kitty’s insolence, Calliope grabbed hold of Mason’s waistband and hiked it to well north of her navel with an Inverted Wedgie that had even the most salacious minded fans groaning their sympathy. Forcing herself to ignore the sting and burn in favor of a hair-hold that might actually break the Scissors, Caity jerked Calliope’s head close and dragged her nails across the other woman’s eyes! The wedgie got even worse for a moment but Mason didn’t falter and Cali abandoned her hold in another few seconds. Scrambling away as soon as the freak’s legs popped up, Caity claimed sanctuary in the ropes and used the reprieve to soothe her scrapes and welts.
Elsewhere, the Queen of Outré Space rubbed the burn from her eyes all without letting Mason out of her sight. “You really shouldn’t keep calling for Candice, Kitty.” she said reproachfully. “The louder you call, the stronger she gets and if she decides she wants to drive… well, that would be bad.”
“How bad could it be?” Caity taunted when she’d regained her feet. “I know I’d love to face an opponent who actually understands just how badly I’m going to embarrass her.”
Calliope shook her head sadly. “You say that now, but you don’t mean it. See Kitty, I play for fun and you and Billie Jean play for money. Candice? She plays for blood. And you don’t have what it takes to sit at the table for her game.”
“You have no idea how much I’d love to strip you of every stitch of that cheap, made in Vietnam lycra you’re wearing, but if I do we all know there’s no way that pussy will ever show her face.” Caity stormed back into the fray bringing her right arm over to deliver a vicious SLAP to the shiny swell of Calliope’s boob. “Fuck Candice’s game. We’ve got our own little contest going on, haven’t we Bitch Tits?”
Calliope rubbed the rapidly reddening skin while Mason thrust her shoulders back, brazenly offering up her bounty for the Monster of the Midway’s retaliation. The answering crack of palm on breast looked like setting up another session of mutual titty torture, but instead Calliope let her fingers catch in the Best Coaster’s top on the follow through, then used the grip to pull her forward onto a spearing knee to the gut.
“Oh Kitty, you wouldn’t last five minutes with Candice in one of those fancy hotel rooms you say you like,” Calliope admonished her doubled-over foe with an elbow driven hard into her exposed spine and Caity dropped to her knees with a cry. She rolled unceremoniously under the bottom rope, looking for some further respite. Such desertion of the field of battle had the Eclectic Eel wrinkling her nose. “I hope you aren’t one of those penthouse fighters who runs crying to the bathroom when she gets a super deep wedgie? Because no one likes a quitter.”
Down on the floor the Cali Catfighter wasn’t quitting, just taking a moment to straighten her top. But when Calliope poked her head between the ropes to continue their dialogue, Mason quickly forgot about the attire adjustment. Her hands shot up in a flash, snatching two fistfuls of dangling hair and YANKING Calliope the rest of the way through the ropes. The Queen of Outré Space never even got the chance to get her feet underneath her before she was sailing through the air. She landed hard on her hip, yelping as she bounced and rolled to a heap of twitching limbs.
“You’re in enough trouble out here without wishing yourself into a road game, Candi-ass.” Caity lifted her foot high and drove it down on her foe’s outstretched hand. Tucking the limb under her body meant Calliope lost her wobbly platform, listing to one side, her pain stretched forehead coming to rest against the floor.
Breathing hard with effort, Mason dragged her prey over to the steel steps by the hair. The Best Coaster was not a natural brawler, and so to keep from feeling like she was too far out of her comfort zone she paused to rake her nails down the sweating slope of Calliope’s back.
“AAAHHHHH-” THUMP! Calliope’s wail of agony was abruptly ended by the meeting of face and steps. Her arching torso had only added momentum to the vicious impact. She reached her arms out to embrace the wobbling structure, her foot kicking absently against the floor.
“Must be becoming a real bumpy ride in there, Akeley,” Caity sneered. She still had her claws buried deep in Calliope’s fight-damp hair. Shifting them from side to side she dragged the stricken bitch’s forehead over the dimpled metal.
The FAWN crowd loudly voiced their disapproval. Usually they could tolerate a Caity Mason match because of the high probability of at least partial nudity, but a Caity Mason match that thus far had barely even managed a wedgie? That’s a booing.
Still, Mason had more important things to occupy her, like a count that had reached well into the teens. She scowled at the official but rolled quickly under the bottom rope and back again. The brief interruption allowed Calliope to regain her feet. She wobbled forward with a dazed expression, although it became questionable how much of that was playacting when she met Caity’s charge by lowering her head and boosting the Best Coaster into a Back Body Drop. What she missed out on in elevation Calliope gained from her location, dumping Caity perfectly on the top step like a cat that’s brought back a mouse.
Pressing her hand to her aching forehead, the Frightener winced. Her blossoming headache had been done no good at all by Mason’s scream upon landing and the catfighter’s ongoing faulty logic. “Kitty wants to show people they shouldn’t ignore her by ignoring me? Huh.”
Mason opened her mouth to answer, then closed it without saying a word. Much as she loathed the woman looming overhead, the brunette was currently in the worst pain of her professional career, the fall onto the hollow step even trumping the beating she’d taken from Autumn Sammain, as well as that one time an exceptionally creative Kenyan grad student had crotched her against the frame of an antique four post bed. These thoughts flickered in and out of her mind like a string of Christmas lights with a short, indeed nothing cogent coalesced until Calliope reached down and grabbed a double handful of battle-lank hair.
“Fuuuuhhhh…. f*cking leggo of me, AkeMMMPPPHHHHH!”
The Queen of Outre Space obliged the request only after she’d lifted Caity’s head and sidled in close enough to wedge it between her thighs in a sort of suspended Inverted Headscissors. It earned immediate cheers from the FAWNatics for obvious reasons -- aside from the technique and position of delivery, the maneuver pressed Mason’s mouth flush against the other brunette’s undercarriage while her nose was wedged painfully between Calliope’s glutes. Squealing with the first strong pulse, the Best Coaster’s limp hands regained some of their former purpose as she sank her nails into the Frightener’s glutes and squeezed ‘til her fingers showed white at the knuckle. Cali grimaced slightly, crooked her own hands talons and laid them *just* above the waistband of Caity’s briefs.
Mason’s brow furrowed as understanding washed over her.
“DohdhebendinkaboudiduubidEEERRRRRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Calliope did a lot more than think she raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her prey from tummy to tits once, twice, three times in rapid succession! “Kitty’s got a nice purr box!” Cali giggled as the catfighter’s wails reverberated against her groin and glutes. Wonder if she comes with different settings?” Determined to answer this vital question, the Monster of the Midway flattened her hands into paddles and slappity-slappity-SLAP-SLAP-SLAPPED a lovely Latin rhythm on Mason’s gulping midsection. From there she segued into something a bit harder, Calliope doing her best Dave Grohl impression with a set of balled fists that Caity sucking more trunk-filtered air with each passing second.
In a No Count Out or No Disqualification scenario such a predicament might’ve spelled disaster for Anna Sharpe’s best girl, but on this particular evening the rules Mason so often flaunted proved her best friend as the ref reached ‘FIFTEEEN!’ on his count and brought a merciful end to the tummy torture. Not that it proved a Get Out of Jail Free card, mind you. Caity was still stretched out on that top step and the green-haired grappler had five long seconds with which to amuse herself. Transitioning from the Headscissors to an Inverted Facelock in the blink of an eye, Cali cranked Caity’s chin up into the crook of her left armpit and snagged hold of the Califtornian’s waistband with her free hand. From there she took two giant steps backward and laid out flat on her belly to THWHUMP the back of Mason’s head and shoulders into the barely-padded floor courtesy a huge Inverted DDT!
The count was at ‘EIGHTEEN’ and even with zebra slowing it down a bit, Calliope could’ve dove under the bottom rope, leaving Mason all by her lonesome to suck up the count out. But Candice didn’t approve of that thinking and neither did Cali, so she scraped the other brunette off the mat and bustled her under the bottom rope with just enough time to hop onto the apron. With Mason stretched before her like the world’s tawdriest welcome mat, the Eclectic Eel vaulted onto the top rope, raised both hands overhead in a ‘V’, then simply fell forward and THWHAPPED down atop Caity’s midsection in a big Splash! The Best Coaster shuddered and rolled to one side (she never remembered much of what Anna taught her about pro wrestling, but never forgot to keep her shoulder off the mat) only for Calliope to jerk her right back and stretch out across her chest in a snug pin. It got that much tighter when she hooked the far leg and pulled it up high for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Mason squirmed out with a half second to spare and earned a grudging smatter of applause in the process. Cali’s nod of appreciation was far more genuine. “Not bad, Kitty! I thought you were all done roughhousing for the night, but you’ve got some more fight left, huh?”
Caity rolled to her stomach, pushed to all fours and took several ragged breaths. “Yuuuuuhhh… you’re not going to beat me again, bytch. Tonight’s the night I humiliate you. And I’ll do it without an ‘ L’ next to my name in the record booKNNNNGGHHH!”
Calliope clubbed her between the shoulders with a strong Double Axehandle that dropped the Californian down flat on her chest. “Keep talking about humiliation, Kitty.” the Frightener was uncharacteristically stern as she hauled the flagging brunette up by her hair. “And I’ll make sure you leave the ring with a big ‘ol E-collar strapped around your head!”
Mason had no answer for that and good thing too, as Calliope wasted no time muscling the Best Coaster onto her shoulder for a Fireman’s Carry. This latest display of Caity Mason only lasted long enough for Cali to turn one full circle. Then she tossed the other shopworn brunette up into a quick freefall and simultaneously threw herself backward in a Pele Kick that THWHACKED off the side of her prey’s skull! Mason jolted in mid-air and she landed in a rough Matchbook, ankles somewhere north of her head, ass pointed to the rafters as Calliope crawled over and planted both hands against those upturned haunches for the…
COULROPHOBIA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFVV7SIgTVE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Caity was far too discombobulated to kick out, yet she must’ve retained a certain degree of ring awareness because she reached out and grabbed the bottom rope with no more than a whisper to spare. Calliope sighed and leaned back to catch her breath. “Burning through those nine lives real fast, kitty.” she huffed. “How many is that now, five? Six? Hey, where ya goin’?” Mason didn’t answer, she just kept pulling / dragging herself forward until she’d skidded beneath the bottom rope. She would’ve continued to the floor if Calliope hadn’t reached over the top rope and grabbed her hair in both hands. “Too late to play outside, kitty. You remember what happened last time.”
Caity did, not that there was much time to dwell on it with the weirdo actively hauling her up by the roots. Desperate to create some separation, the Best Coaster grabbed Calliope’s head in both hands and pulled her forward and down to draaaaaggg her face back and forth across the top rope! Cali wailed and relinquished her own grip to better tend to her abraded eye sockets. Mason made no move to stop her, rather she grabbed the rubber-coated steel in both hands, pulled it back as far she could, then let it go so it TWANGED into the bridge of her opponent’s nose!
More unpleasantness for the Queen of Outré Space as she stumbled back with her aching face buried in both hands. After the punishment she’d endured Caity just wanted to hang back and take a breather, but the prospect of inflicting more suffering was too much to pass up. So she grabbed the bottom rope, leaaaaaaaaaned back once again, then launched herself between the top and middle ropes in a short, but extremely effective Spear that buried her shoulder in Calliope’s midriff!
SLINGSHOT SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhSX8bNbYGE
Damn near folded in half by the unexpected blow, Cali didn’t offer much in the way of resistance as Caity immediately straddled her chin for an extremely high, extremely arrogant Schoolgirl Pin. Hands on her knees, Mason ground the prone woman’s ears with her thighs while the ref and the FAWNatics counted out…
ONE…
TWO…
“NNGGHHH! BITE me? Really?” The crowd likely would have guessed the reason for Caity’s voluntary vacating of her pin attempt even if she didn’t have to swat Calliope’s mouth from her thigh before scrambling away. The Frightener hissed as she was forced back to her feet by the curl of Mason's talons in her hair. “You need to crawl out of that swamp and take control of your weirdo, Akeley,” Caity snapped. “She's making some choices that are going to get you tasting ass again.”
Any reply was cut off by the knee Mason fitted between Cali's legs. Caity took a deep breath as she had to support her foe's suddenly slumping weight, but she'd braced for the burden, and she steered them over to the nearest corner and stuffed Calliope into the buckles.
Wiping a hand across her sweaty brow, she used a contemptuous flick of the wrist to toss a few salty droplets Cali's way before backhanding her across the cheek. CRAACCK!! Caity watched and listened intently, gauging both the stick-snap sound of the impact and quite how quickly she'd turned Calliope's head, the arrival of Macy Renquist having put all of FAWN's cattier competitors on high alert.
Satisfied she'd done good, Mason took possession of Calliope's arm and went to Whip her into the opposite corner. But the Monster of the Midway gave her best impression of a recalcitrant ass and planted her feet, going nowhere for the moment. Caity yelped as the move was abruptly reversed. Sent on her way she hit the opposite corner hard and came stumbling back out only to get thoroughly leveled by a picture-perfect Standing Dropkick. Calliope had half a mind to go for a cover, but adjusted when Caity once again rolled belly down to make the task harder.
Thwarted, Cali took a moment to weigh up her next move. Mason had her hands pressed against her face where she'd felt the impact of her foe's boots. Evidently she was hurting, but Calliope figured Caity's currency was embarrassment and humiliation more than pain. With that in mind, and taking care to drop her ass down heavily when taking a seat on the Best Coaster's sweat-slick back, she hooked Caity's arms over her thighs and linked her fingers under the brunette's chin. “Kitty Slide,” she shouted happily, and she was right that the violent tug of the Camel Clutch gave Mason's torso just the right angle for a gently sloping descent. Once the Frightener's shapely booty was nestled nicely in the small of Caity's back she went to work on the Cali Catfighter's top, pulling it lose with a stern warning for the suddenly fired-up crowd. “Remember, no posting nipples on Instagram.”
“You fuUUMMMFFFF!” Mason's rant lasted only as long as the time it took for Calliope to convert the top to an impromptu bit and slip it in her mouth.
Well aware of the sea of raised camera phones documenting the spectacle she was making of Caity's bare breasts, Cali leaned in close and blew a teasing, tickling breath in Mason's ear. “No Candice. This is all me. Don't forget that, Kitty.”
By that point the pesky ref had been hovering for a while, and he chose to intervene when the Queen of Outré Space began nibbling on Caity's ear. “Come on Cali, no more biting. And take the top out of her mouth! I'll… er… I'll introduce you to all the other talking animals.”
“Not now, talking zebra. Kitty's getting feisty.” And it was true, Caity's pained wriggling was making for an increasingly awkward mount. Since the frenzy of photography seemed to have died off, Cali did as she'd been asked. Meaning she switched to two fistfuls of Caity's sweat-stringy hair and drove the brunette's face into the canvas, rolled her onto her back and hooked a leg. Already in the vicinity, the official was quickly in for the cover and the crowd counted out….
ONE…
TWO...
Mason kicked loose. Not only that, she further showed her enthusiasm for prolonging the contest by seizing a handful of hair and slapping the Frightener across the face. Her prodigious chest heaving with fury, she hooked both sets of fingers in Calliope's mouth and stretched like she wanted to leave the Monster of the Midway with an unpleasantly permanent smile. “That's it Akeley,” the Best Coaster crowed. “Show everyone how much you enjoUUMMMMPPHHH”
Calliope had fired a punch into Caity's armpit then clamped a smothering palm over her mouth and nose as the match devolved into the catfight it had always threatened to become.
Shaking the brunette’s fingers free of her mouth, Cali swung a leg over Mason’s waist and straddled her, making sure to drop the slim curve of her backside into her foe’s tummy in the process. Perch secure, she dug her knees into Caity’s ribs and leaned down and in, pouring all her weight into the HOM Smother. Mason didn’t exactly panic, she’d been in this position plenty of times and survived most of them, but she still didn’t much care for the searing pinch of the freak’s fingers against her nose. To make matters worse, she was constantly fighting to keep at least one shoulder off the mat, which resulted in a lot of…
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from the official.
Anger growing even as her air dwindled, Mason fired a near constant stream of Kneelifts into her attacker’s lower back, but Calliope endured it with a knowing smile, the crazy bytch clearly not so far gone that she didn’t recognize the catfighter’s flagging efforts. Galled at the thought of suffering another loss to this misfit toy (and even worse, being unable to do anything about it after the bell) Mason stopped trying to prize Calliope’s hand from her face and instead reached up and sank her claws into the Monster’s bounty. Calliope hissed, shook her head no and delivered a hard open-palmed SMACK to her mount’s ribs. “Hands off the merchandise, Kitty.” Calliope muttered. “I’m not your scratching poSSSSEERRRRHHH OOOOOOWW!”
Unfortunately for Cali it wasn’t scratching the brunette had in mind when she yanked that sequined top down. Honing in on her foe’s nipples in an instant, Mason pinched ‘em between thumb and forefinger and pulled like she meant to take them as a trophy! The Queen of Outre Space wailed, cut it off behind clenched teeth and poured more pressure into the Palm Smother, but Mason knew she’d found her escape hatch and so she added a vile bounce to her titty-twisting assault. Five seconds later she was free, Cali abruptly giving up her smother to clamp down on the Best Coaster’s wrists.
Shouting triumph despite her own lightheadedness, Caity arched her back and rolled to one side to switch positions with her suffering foe. “That’s right freak, SCREAM!” Mason demanded after she’d mounted Calliope’s waist. “Scream, tap out, beg for mercy if you want, just make sure you do it before I twist these right the f*ck off!” As if there was any question of the ‘these’ in question, she pressed down on Cali’s tormented boobs and twiiiiiiisssssssted with all her might!
“What do you say, Calliope?” the ref asked while trying his best to not look directly at the action. “Need me to call for the--”
“Don’t bother asking!” Mason snapped. “I want her to tell ME, not WHOOOAAHHHH!”
The Eclectic Eel brought both legs up, hooked them under her tormentor’s armpits and popped her hips to send the startled catfighter tumbling onto her back! Too focused on vengeance to enjoy the relief that came from ending the dual pincer, Calliope only wrapped one arm around her attacker’s waist. The other she curled into a claw and ‘smecked’ against the center of Mason’s trunks!
“HOW’Z THAT, KITTY?” Calliope barked over Caity’s shrieks. “YOU LIKE BEIN’ MY SCRATCHING POST?” Caity most certainly didn’t, not that she bothered to respond what with the ref swooping in to count…
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THRENOOOOOOOO!
If Calliope had settled for a standard Sunset Flip she might’ve ended it then and there, but the half Waistlock gave Mason just enough wriggle room to somersault backward onto all fours. Plowing forward the instant she touched down, the Best Coaster slid her arms under Calliope’s legs and lifted them off the mat, which in turn made it easier to drive her shoulders into the pits of the other woman’s knees. Doing so folded the Frightener into a rough Matchbook, one that got all the rougher when kept right on climbing, the white-clad battler scrambling into an awkward straddle that put her butt directly atop Cali’s upturned calves.
Braced heavily on both hands, a split-second glance forward and back gave Caity the best idea she’d had all night. Reaching back with her right hand, she curled it into a spade and repaid the freak’s Crotch Claw with white-knuckled interest. Then she bellowed ‘COUNT!’ and when the ref did as bade, Caity darted out her left hand to grab hold of the bottom rope, making sure she had all the leverage she needed to secure the…
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At the sound of the bell two things happened. The fans erupted in disapproval, naturally, but in the ring the beaten Frightener voluntarily curled her body even further, until she was coiled into the tightest of balls, still with Mason’s weight on her calves. That way when she kicked up and out the release of pent-up energy sent Caity rocketing through the space between bottom and middle rope. Mason hit the ground with a sweaty SLAP, tossing her head back and glaring up from her knees, the ejection a particularly embarrassing way to receive confirmation of a first PPV win.
“Stand up, skank.” The newly arrived Candice Akeley exited the ring with far more grace, hopping to the floor while the screen showed a replay of the finish of the match. Her mouth threatened to twitch into a snarl at the sight of Caity’s rope-aided pin, but she controlled herself with an effort.
“I finally dragged the troll out from under the bridge, did I?” At the telltale change in her opponent’s tone Mason’s brown eyes lit up with a kind of triumphant hate, her body tensed, bare breasts heaving. And she didn’t just stand up, she chested up, her spectacular assets bullying Akeley’s in the meet-up. “Good,” she said, eyes cutting down pointedly to the one-sided battle going on there. “Now you get to taste my titsweat unfiltered.”
Candice took a step back and Caity’s face broke into a smug grin, but the Ruthless Realist wasn’t retreating from the fight, just creating enough room between their bodies to reach down and slap on a Crotch Claw at least the equal of Calliope’s. “You know what, cunt,” she said conversationally, her hand wreaking havoc. “I might not be around all that much but I see a lot of what goes on, and the only time I ever saw Sharpe smile was in those workouts with Calliope and Eve. And I mean a real smile, not that sad thing she painted on when you showed up.”
Caity’s furious response got cut off when Candice broke her grip to CRAACCKK Mason across the face with a Bitch Slap delivered by that same Clawing hand, a pointed form of humiliation the Cali Catfighter was used to delivering herself. She staggered away a few steps but came back with a Bitch Slap of her own and suddenly both women were sporting bloody lips.
Above them the official kept on appealing for calm, but what was he going to do, come out there and separate them? And the powers-that-be were evidently holding off on sending reinforcements from the back – FAWN hadn’t prospered for so long by stopping confrontations at the slapping stage.
Mason poked her tongue over the sore spot, laughed mockingly. “That feeling you had when my tits bullied yours? That used to be your life, didn’t it Akeley? Every day, someone cutting in front of you, talking over you, looking past you to someone else. A thousand tiny humiliations stacking up until you couldn’t take it any longer. Calliope doesn’t exist to protect me from you, she exists because without her you’re the most forgettable waste of oxyAAGGHHHH SHIT!”
Having listened long enough to confirm that Caity was truly deserving of what she was about to get, Akeley drew her arm back and welted the catfighter’s rack with a Knife-Edge Chop. The flurry of follow ups beat Mason into retreat, until her incomparable booty was bunched up against the guardrail, a thin red line streaked across the tops of her breasts.
“You think you get a rest? No timeouts in overtime, skank.” Akeley chided. She wrapped a hand in Caity’s sweaty hair and pulled her away from her support. Calliope’s other half had paid the same physical toll as if she’d wrestled the match herself, and she too was running on fumes as she ducked her head under Mason’s left arm, palmed a handful of prime California thigh and used that grip to boost Caity to shoulder height. “Bet you remember this spot,” she grunted, barely able to keep a hold of her load long enough to dump the catfighter butt first on the steel steps.
“AAAHHHHHH!!” Mason wailed and wedged her hands under her backside to try and massage away the pain of the Gravitron. She was quickly pulled down to her back, once again flattened out across the top step in a way that felt scarily sacrificial.
“Just so we’re clear.” Candice stopped and broke into a savage grin. At that moment her hands were occupied squeezing Caity’s cheeks and pinching her nose. The catfighter’s breath was coming through in snorts and choked-off gasps. Anything but clear. In addition, a bevy of muscular fun sponges were headed down the ramp. Candice’s time was running short. “You didn’t unlock me like some sort of end-of-level boss. Calliope didn’t need me to kick your ass and someday she'll prove it. But you wanted me and you got me, skank. So give yourself every little advantage you can think of. Just remember, be careful what you wish for.”
And with that she was gone, on her way to the back as the officials rushed past to check on Mason. The crowd reacted with uncertainty to the departing Frightener, but Candice had avenged an injustice, and she seemingly wasn't threatening to keep Calliope locked away inside like before, so the cheers of approval gradually picked up. And wouldn't you know it, at the end of the ramp the Pitiless Pragmatist even turned and flashed them a smile.