Post by bigfan on Jul 23, 2017 20:25:36 GMT
The Red, White & Bruised throng was settling into a pleasant summertime groove when they were hit by a Halestorm, namely the stylish thumping beat of that band’s hit ‘I Get Off’. Looking fierce and flawless, to be honest well beyond the level of wrestling success she’d achieved, particularly as of late, Chicago’s North Shore Narcissist burned bright under the spotlight while drawing the unadulterated ire of the crowd. The emotion of the assembled crystallizes on contact when seeing the snotty sorority sister.
Clad in a seductively small and strategically situated zebra print twist-tie bikini with white pads and boots, the Alpha Sister of the Kappa Delts reviewed Orlando’s great unwashed with a sneer. Her FAWN career inert on the house show circuit, the despicable Chi-town cheater was determined to use tonight’s scrap of bikini meat to get herself back into regular PPV rotation. Clearly basking in the hate, Woolridge started down the aisle to the sound of the stupid Announcer telling everyone what they already knew.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Windy City Wildcat…CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE!”
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
Cass, who barely scraped in under the lightweight limit, scoffed and snorted her way down from the stage, screaming at anyone with the gall to try and touch her, each and every one of them to be treated as some freshman turd. Despite the disdain, she actually spotted someone on the aisle holding a sign that read:
TEAR HER TO SHREDS, CASSIDY!
Nodding approval, the hardbody blonde extended a hand, but when the fan tried to reach her, she raised it to eye level and flipped him off. “Of COURSE, I’ll tear her to shreds, mouth-breather? I don’t need suggestions from the likes of you!”
With the idiot put back in his place, the Chicagoan strutted up the steps, slipped through the ropes and quickly laid claim to the center of the ring. Delighted to be the center of attention (even if they were unworthy dumbasses) Woolridge spread her arms wide, then moved her fingers to her shoulders and trailed them down her slinky, ivory frame, the crowd transfixed enough to relent in their catcalls, if only for a moment.
When her music started to fade, Cassidy grudgingly backed into the far corner where she propped her elbows on the top rope. “Gonna make you beg, pledge.” she promised under her breath. “Gonna make you beg so loud the idiots in the front office won’t be able to ignore me.”
After a brief silence, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress of Tallong… MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
The capacity crowd let loose a roar to shake the rafters as Escape the Fate’s ‘One For The Money’ hit the big speakers that flanked the stage. The initial pop drew out for several more seconds when the woman in question tore through the curtain with all the grace ascribed to her nickname. Already moving at a dead run, the tawny brunette stunner slammed the brakes halfway down the long aisle to take in her surroundings. Turning in a slow circle, she spread her arms wide and glanced to the fans on either side. Taking a deep breath to better settle her triphammering nerves, Mal closed her eyes and roared, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?!”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered at the top of their lungs
Spurred back to motion by the response to her call, the Aussie import raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For tonight’s stroll through the hunting grounds she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slowing to a stalk as she reached the shadow of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked from one end to the other. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Mal thanked them with a pumped fist, then strolled to the corner opposite her opponent and smiled as she anticipated the hunt.
Mallory started to clap as soon as the bell sounded, yet another reason for Cassidy to despise the grubby little social climber from Bangor. To make matters worse, the Orlando idiot brigade (which was to say, the whole damned building) joined in with Slade and soon the cavernous space was so loud Woolridge could barely hear herself think. Fighting a strong urge to clap her own hands to her ears, Cassidy settled for a put-upon groan, then turned her attention to Merle and snapped her fingers three times. “You! Yes, you, the trainee! Come here!”
Merle frowned. “I’m not a train--”
“I don’t give a damn what you are!” Woolridge snapped. “Over here right now or I’ll complain to your manager!”
The ref didn’t think Nick would actually listen to any of Cassidy’s verbal barbs, but knowing her she’d want Merle to be there while she delivered them and that was something he’d rather not endure. Offering a ‘just one second’ sort of gesture to Mallory (who’d been swaying back n’ forth at center ring for the last few seconds), Merle strode over to Cassidy’s corner and asked, “Yes Cass?”
The Sorority Sorceress removed her eye daggers from the Aussie newcomer and planted them in Merle’s forehead. “FIRST, it’s Ms. Woolridge to the likes of you. Second,” she pointed an imperious finger at the roaring FAWNatics. “you need to do something about the noise.”
The ref scanned the sea of cameras and signs, confusion obvious on his face. “What about the noise?”
“It’s too loud, IDIOT!” Woolridge enunciated the last word with agonizing slowness. “How am I ever supposed to concentrate on pummeling that disgusting little dirt farmer when these morons are--”
“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Mallory called impatiently. “The bell rang, right?”
Merle looked over his shoulder. “She says it’s too loud.”
“A little less insolence in your voice next time, kay?” Cassidy snapped at the ref before turning her ire on Slade. “And you, Outback Jackoff or whatever your name is, keep that horrid mouth shut while I’m talking.”
The Tigress of Tallong snarled ever so briefly, then flashed Cassidy a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry about it girl, I got you covered.” On that note she walked over to a neutral corner of the ring and called for a mic, which was quickly granted by a nearby tech. “So, apparently Cassie here is having trouble with the noise.” Mal told the crowd with a vaguely sympathetic smile. “Not that it’s too loud, but she just can’t understand what you’re saying, so could go with something simple like, oh, I don’t know, how about Woolridge sucks?”
The sold-out crowd responded at once, throwing back the suggested chant a thousand-fold at the fuming woman in the corner. Not about to take that sort of disrespect from some tiger-striped dishrag, Woolridge shoved Merle aside and raced at Slade with every intention of driving a Forearm into the back of her-- the fans warned Mallory of the incoming cheap shot with just enough time for the rookie to whip around, drop down and drive a shoulder into her belly.
Cassidy ‘ooffhed’ and doubled over, then let out a startled ‘eep’ as the Aussie savage tried to hurl her over the top rope with a Back Body Drop! Far too clever to be taken by such a tactic, Woolridge snatched hold of the top rope in both hands and used it to guide herself into a comfortable landing on the apron. Smirking at the surprise in Slade’s eyes, Woolridge snatched a double handful of hair and would’ve dropped to the floor if the newcomer hadn’t grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed hard. “Get your filthy hands off me you goddamned pledNNGH!”
Mallory yanked her in close and THWHUNKED a nasty Headbutt across the bridge of her opponent’s nose. “Try not to tear up, sweetie.” Slade chided as she freed herself from the hair-hold only to apply one of her own. “It’ll make that cheap mascara run.”
Cassidy readied a retort that never left her lips because Mallory dragged her down the apron at a near run to BWUUUNG her noggin off the top turnbuckle. The Alpha Sister’s knees wavered but she didn’t fall to the floor, which made Mal exceedingly happy. “Saved yourself from one bad spill, Cassie. Think you can do it again?” Woolridge replied with a muttered curse, she was a bit too focused on checking her nose for blood to bother exchanging taunts with this bipedal toad. This proved a dangerous miscalculation when Slade boosted herself onto the second strand (she had one foot planted on either side of the turnbuckle) leaned over and caught her foe in a Front Facelock. Then she slung Cassidy’s near arm across her shoulders, reached down and snatched a handful of those black & white bottoms. Woolridge yelped and started to slap at the Aussie’s summer-tanned flank in an effort to free herself, but the Tigress endured it long enough to muscle the other wrestler directly overhead! No stall on this particular outing, yet it still got a huge cheer from the sold-out crowd when Slade dropped backward and THAWHAMMED her burden to the deck!
APRON SUPERPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMD8BbfEA9Y
Cassidy reacted like the mat was electrified, a spasmodic jolt that bounced the limber blonde onto one side. The tremors were still subsiding when Mallory bullied her onto her back and slid across her chest for a snug…
ONE…
TWO…
Woolridge kicked out at ‘TWO! and sat up, her green eyes flashing with rage. “You miserable tramp, you have no idea who you’re screwing wiUUNNNGGHH!”
Slade dropped back onto her tush, ‘smecked’ both legs around Cassidy’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to cut the Gold Coast Catfighter in half! Hands flat against the mat, Slade hoisted her tush up by several inches and sent another pulverizing pulse through the blonde’s midsection. “Don’t know who I’m screwing with, huh?” she teased. “Hate to break it to ya, girl, but I’ve crushed enough sorority brats to know exactly what you’re capable of. And it ain’t much!” Slade punctuated with a third squeeze, one so strong it had the blonde almost bolt-upright.
Amazed by the Australian’s power, Woolridge steadied her thoughts as best she could and draaaaaaaaagged her nails up n’ down the length of Mallory’s encroaching thigh. “Let me go right now, bytch.” Cassidy emphasized each word by gouging her fingers that much deeper. “Before I decide to peel the meat right off of this scrawny little chicken leGERHHH SLUT!”
More than willing to fight tooth and claw, Slade returned to the mat, which freed up her hand for the claw she applied directly to the American’s left breast! Teeth bared in surprise and fury, Woolridge snarled, “You’re going to regret that, you bony little tramp!” Quick to add some weight to her threat, Cass abandoned her attack on Mallory’s leg and sent her free hand spidering south to the junction of Slade’s thi--
Slade caught her attacker’s wrist and treated it to a warning squeeze. “Not nearly so much as you’d regret that, giNNNGGGGHH!”
Woolridge slapped her in the mouth, hooked her other hand into a spade and applied it directly to the Australian’s crotch. The Alpha Sister believed her release an immediate thing, so imagine her surprise when the Bodyscissors loosened only slightly before once again bearing down on her exposed midsection! Cassidy shook her head ‘no’ to dismiss the ref’s inane prattle, then redoubled her efforts on the underhanded claw. “Leggo or I’ll ruin you, tramp.” she growled. “My ribs are stronger than your AAAWW GAWD!”
Mal gave up on her secondary attacks to once again focus on rearranging Woolridge’s insides with the Bodyscissors. Stubborn even in the face of such nauseating pain, Cassidy kept her claw in place as she smacked her other hand against the mat and used it to draaaaaag the both of them to the nearest set of strands. Several agonizing seconds later, she looped her arm over the middle rope and barked, “Get this skank off me! She smells like a Bloomin’ Onion left out to rotNNGHUUUUGHHHHH LEGGO BYTCH!”
Incensed by the attack on her trunks as well as the trash talk, Slade planted her hands against the mat, boosted herself up and just poured power through her stems until Merle’s count hit ‘FOUR!’ Cassidy rolled under the bottom rope at once, the usually haughty blonde doubled over hugging her midsection as she stumbled across the narrow aisle. Mal let her go, the Crotch Claw hurt more than she’d let on and she was grateful for the reprieve. Didn’t mean she was going to let Woolridge get away with running her mouth though, especially not when the snobby brat looked like she might cough up a lung in the next few seconds.
“Get that flat ass back in here, girl.” Slade barked at the gasping grappler. “I’m not done kicking it up between your shoulders yet.”
Woolridge, who had one hand wrapped around the top of the guardrail to keep from taking a knee, flipped hair out of her face and snarled at the Aussie newcomer. “What was that, cunt? It’s hard to hear with you hiding in the ring.”
Mallory blinked, shook her head in amazement at the blonde’s gall. “You want to get up close and personal again, girlie? Fine with me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Slade grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted over to land on the floor in a crouch worthy of her nickname. Cassidy had expected as something like this (albeit not so goddamned fast) and so Mal hit the floor she was ready… to take off around the corner at a flat out run. The Tigress hesitated just long enough to crack a smile. “Not fast enough, sweetness.” Then she was gone, a tawny black & orange blur slowly but surely gaining ground on the equally nimble form of the Alpha Sister.
Cassidy didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know Slade was closing the distance, she could hear the clap of her boots even over the roar of the crowd. In no mood to meet the snippy bytch outside the safety of the squared circle, Woolridge put on an extra burst of speed as she rounded the next corner, then shifted hard right and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Cass whipped around and dropped an Elbow just as the brunette was coming in after--
“NGH, DAMMIT!” Mal pushed herself back to the outside at precisely the right moment to leave Woolridge with nothing but empty canvas for her Elbow Drop. Returning to the ring as quickly as she’d left it, Mallory helped herself to a double handful of blonde hair and gave it a hard tug as she hauled Woolridge to her feet.
“Spirited chase we had there, huh Cassie?” Slade chided. “Good way to get the blood pumping before GUUUHHRRK!”
Cassidy jabbed a thumb into the hollow of her attacker’s throat, then followed up with a quick slash of nails across the eyes and finished by jabbing her knee between the brunette’s thighs. “That get your blood pumping, bytch?” the Sorority Sorceress taunted as the Australian collapsed against her in a wounded clinch. “No? Maybe this will do the trick!”
Pivoting against her prey to collar her in a tight Side Headlock, Cassidy strutted over to the ropes and pressed Slade’s face against the rubber-coated steel. “Enjoy the hazing, pledge.”
She leaned all her weight against the back of Mal’s noggin and slooooooooowly walked the length of the ring, each and every step a torture session for the rookie. Breaking the Headlock as she reached the corner, Woolridge went back to the hair-hold and BWUUUNGED Slade’s forehead against the top buckle. She liked the sound of it so much that she repeated the tactic three more times. It could’ve been three dozen if Merle hadn’t hurried over and said, “All right, Cass-mmh, Ms. Woolridge! Let’s get it out of the corner, shall we?”
The catfighter gave him a look that suggested the slip had been noted and filed away for future reference, but she removed her hands from Mallory’s hair without a word of protest. Lest you think she’d turned over a new leaf, the wicked blonde promptly curled those hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked her rival from shoulders to buttocks! Slade cried out, turned around and ate a crisp European Uppercut to the chin for her troubles. The force of it knocked the Tigress back into the buckles, a detail Woolridge was quick to point out to the official. “See?” she swept a hand in the brunette’s direction to better illustrate the point. “Bytch doesn’t want to leave the corner.”
Merle tried to counter, but Woolridge was already on the second rope with one hand buried in Slade’s dark ponytail. “Normally I’d punch your face lumpy for all the shyt talking you did earlier.” she cooed to the rasping battler. “But uggos like you tend to think bruises and scars impart some sort of character, so I think I’ll just Bytch Slap you all the way back to the Jungle instead.”
Some of the haze cleared from Slade’s eyes and she reached up to push / claw at the blonde’s hips. “You’re gonna regret every second of this, giRNNGH!”
Cassidy cranked Mal’s head back and warmed her cheek with a single tart slap. “That’s ONE, for all you morons that love to count!” No one liked being called a moron, but the FAWNatics DID love to count along, and so they provided a grudging accompaniment as Woolridge teed off on the trapped Tigress. TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Woolridge paused, tilted her head back and raised that hand to her lips. Already salty over their complicity in this mugging of the Aussie babyface, those assembled for Summer Swelter shook the rafters with their jeers as Cassidy licccccked from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger. Finishing her prep with a kiss, Cassidy reared back and CRAAACKED Slade across the cheek with a resounding Bytch Slap.
That completed the set, so Merle hurried over to shoo Woolridge down from the corner. He needn’t have worried, the hardbody blonde leapt down without prompting, probably so the zebra wouldn’t complain when she reached over one shoulder and snatched a double handful of hair. It wasn’t anyone’s idea of a traditional Three Quarters Facelock, but it certainly did the job when Woolridge dropped to one knee and slung the brunette onto her tush with a big Snapmare. “So you’re a tigress, are ya?” the Sorority Sorceress sneered at her slumped adversary. “Were you raised in petting zoo or just born with no survival instinct whatsoever?”
“Cheap skag,” Slade huffed, “I’ll teach you all about survival inNNNGGGHHHH AAAARRRRRHHHH!” Not about to take that sort of lip from some whiny pledge, Cassidy ’smacked’ her palms down on Mallory’s shoulders and bore down in a Nerve Claw she maintained just long enough to THUMP a knee into Slade’s spine. Then she cupped her hands under the brunette’s chin, hooked her index fingers into Mal’s mouth and tried to widen the Tigress’s smile with a combination Fishhook and Chinlock. Slade gurgled and thrashed, the heels of her boots beating against the canvas as she struggled to prize the blonde’s wicked fingers from her maw. Quite unfazed by these ugly histrionics, Woolridge continued to wrench on the hold in direct defiance of Merle’s count. Only ’FOUR!’ brought an end to Mallory’s punishment and even then it was a grudging release.
“I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time.” Cass grumbled after she’d wiped her fingers on the back of Slade’s head, “you’re not the one who’s going to have to sterilize her hands as soon as she gets backstage.”
Merle had no answer to that, not that Woolridge was interested in anything that might’ve come out of his mouth. Back on her feet with Slade’s ponytail wrapped around one fist, Cassidy pulled her prey to all fours and forced her to crawl into a Standing Headscissors. Taking the time to preen as she squeeeeezed the Aussie’s noggin, Woolridge swatted Mallory’s tush a few times, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and muscled Slade off the-- Mal kicked her legs frantically and managed to return herself to the canvas well shy of a full inversion. Cassidy snarled, tightened her coil and lifted again. No dice, the Tigress wriggled again, then set her feet to remain firmly rooted to the mat. “Think you’re funny, pledge?” Woolridge muttered. “Let me show you funny.” Bearing down on the Scissors, she brushed Slade’s ponytail to one side and set to work on the knot holding her top in--
“Don’t even think about it, skag!” Slade reached up and swatted at the Alpha Sister’s arms. “That’s not something you wanna AAARRRRGHHNNNNNGGGGHH!”
But Cassidy very much did and she knew how to get exactly what she wanted. Abandoning Mal’s top at the first sign of resistance, Cassidy grabbed a double handful of those tiger-striped bottoms and yanked up in a wedgie hard enough to hoist Slade off her feet! There wasn’t a whole lot of stall to be found, but in the end it didn’t really matter, as Woolridge immediately dropped to her butt and THWHONKED the crown of Slade’s skull against the mat! The wedgie-assisted Piledriver slopped Mallory over onto her side, a position she would have occupied for quite a while if Woolridge hadn’t tugged her onto her back and planted a domineering knee atop her chest for the…
WEDGIE ASSISTED PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Slade shoved her away with half a second to spare, a show of unbelievable defiance that Cass immediately blamed on the official. “COULD YOU COUNT ANY SLOWER!” she corned the poor dope against the ropes as soon as she was vertical. “THAT WAS AT LEAST A FIVE COUNT!”
“It was only two, Ms. Woolridge.” Merle answered with as much backbone as he could muster. “Maybe next time you should hook the leg.”
“I’d rather be assigned an official that wasn’t incompetent!”
The ref started to answer, which earned a raised hand from the Sorority Sorceress. She may very well have slapped him senseless and taken the DQ loss if a roar from the FAWNatics hadn’t drawn her attention. Over on the other side of the ring, Mallory Slade was climbing to her feet, albeit with the assistance of the ropes. “You got lucky, asshole.” Cass snarled at the relieved official. Honing in on the brunette’s back, Woolridge reached center ring at a slow stalk, then broke into an explosive run and leapt onto her opponent’s back!
Slade felt the blonde’s arm hook around her neck and rather than try to slip loose she curled her own arms around the top rope and held on for dear life. Good thing too, because when Woolridge snapped back for the Sorority Row she made the descent by herself and at a very high rate of speed. The THAWHUMP that punctuated her landing was by greeted by groans from the capacity crowd, though they changed their tune when the vindictive Tigress hauled Cassidy to her feet. Wrenching the American’s head back at a rough angle, Mallory stuffed it under her left arm and grabbed a handful of black n’ white briefs. While a wedgie would’ve been exceptionally satisfying vengeance, Slade was more interested in pain than humiliation at this point, so she dipped into a deep crouch and muscled her foe up, over and down, dropping Woolridge flat on her face with an Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt6-1VEN0k8
Cassidy lost all her breath in the landing, but damned if she didn’t rock backward onto her knees and start struggling to boot leather. Slade didn’t try to stop her, in fact she ran straight at the blonde before juking around her to bounce off the ropes on her six. The second pass occurred right after Woolridge reached her feet and still the brunette didn’t strike. She bounced off the ropes again, put on one last burst of speed and then hurled herself into the air, the Tigress twisting completely sideways in what would’ve been a gorgeous Crossbody if she hadn’t led with the point of her right elbow! The Tripwire caught Woolridge square in the chest and she went down hard, one arm pressed tight to her aching sternum. Breath was still in short supply when Slade shoved her over and hooked both legs to roll her into a Back-Press. Only vaguely aware that this impetuous piece of bikini meat had pointed her ass at the rafters, Cassidy wriggled and squirmed while Merle counted…
TRIPWIRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=63iwT1DNLVw
ONE…
TWO…
The Alpha Sister powered free and sat up with perhaps half a second to spare. “Nuuuuhhhh… not good enough, pledge.” Woolridge grunted as she clambered upright. “I’m gonna drop you on your head and then I’m gonna haze the ever-loving shyt out of NNNGGHHHHH!”
Slade palmed her opponent’s hips, pushed up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee and stuffed her forehead into Woolridge’s tummy with an unorthodox yet extremely effective Headbutt! Already short of breath, Cassidy doubled over only to stand right back up when Slade slid around behind and pressed against her back to hook both arms at the elbows. Wrenching ‘em tight in a Double Chickenwing, Mal planted her feet and boosted the lithesome blonde high into the air. Then she released her grip and dropped Woolridge forward even as she angled back and raised her knees snug to her chest. The result was an innovative Gutbuster that dropped Woolridge’s taut tummy flush on those upraised joints.
CHICKENWING GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPt724p_QsI
Already short of breath after the Tripwire and Inverted Suplex, Cassidy could only wheeze as Slade slid out from underneath and got to her feet. Posted up behind the gasping blonde, she raised her hands overhead, then leaned forward and smacked her thighs a few times. “Time she met the Boomslang!” Mal called in response to the answering cheers. With Woolridge aware of nothing but her own labored breathing, Mallory leaned down, slipped her arms under the blonde’s biceps and laced her fingers to complete the Full Nelson. Cass blanched and tried to claw at the tyro’s ponytail, but Mal leaned back and kept the pressure on as she forced Woolridge to stand.
Not about to give Cassidy any chance for a low blow or a stomp, Slade shook her foe like a terrier shaking a rat, then gathered her reserves and lifted the Gold Coast Catfighter high into the air. Cassidy’s legs swung out in front of her, meaning it was the blonde’s tailbone that took every bit of the impact when Slade sat out and THWHAMMED her into the mat! Woolridge bounced like she was on a trampoline, but it didn’t free her from the brunette’s clutches. In fact the rebound only made it easier when Slade leaned back, kicked her legs up and ‘smecked’ ‘em around Cassidy’s waist.
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH OOOOOOHHH GAAAAAAAWWWD!” Woolridge found just enough air in her lungs to give voice to the aforementioned Scissors as the Boomslang sank its fangs into her ribs.
“SUBMIT!” Mal demanded before she popped her hips and rolled forward to bounce the blonde’s bum a second time.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Cassidy fought as best she could, though her expression was that of a woman denied all her options. Mal on the other hand had a couple at her disposal and she used both of them now. First she rolled back, then popped forward to bounce Cassidy’s keister. Then she did it three more times, each hitting a little harder than before. Finally she reared back and rolled to one side, all the better to stretch out full length and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze the catfigher’s exposed--
“I SUBMIT!” Woolridge wheezed as best she could. “I SUBMIT! NOW LET GOOOOOO!” Mallory grinned and loosened her grip only to bear down again for a punishing gator roll that left Cassidy facedown on the mat when the Aussie finally let go.
In his place outside, the ref raised his mic to confirm the clang of the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
Merle approached to raise her hand, but Slade shook him off and crawled over to the grimacing blonde. Pushing Woolridge onto her back, Mallory swung a leg over her foe’s head and dropped her summer tanned tush snug atop Cassidy’s face. Woolridge moaned and raised her hands to swat at the Aussie’s flanks, not that it did much more than raise a smile from Slade.
That’s what you get, Cassie.” the Tigress murmured as she swept her undercarriage back n’ forth on those protesting features. “You wanna pull on my trunks? Wanna put those claws to work? Well I hope it was worth it!”
Cassidy sputtered, bridged up and tried to roll, but Mallory curled one hand into a fist and drove it deep into the blonde’s belly. The resistance collapsed, unfortunately for Woolridge her opponent wasn’t quite done. Letting her fingers ‘walk’ down the other woman’s tummy, Slade fashioned a claw of her own and raaaaaaaaked Cassidy’s tiny tights one, two, three times!
Not exactly the 9-11, but it still got an electric reaction from Woolridge, who curled into a groaning, mewling ball the instant Slade got to her feet. Finally allowing Merle to raise her hand, the bendy newcomer found the nearest camera and said, “I came here to wrestle the best in the world, but I’m more than happy to go tooth and claw with any chick that wants to bring it. Better bring your best though, otherwise you’ll end up like Cassie… my personal scratching post. Hunt’s on, ladies.”
Clad in a seductively small and strategically situated zebra print twist-tie bikini with white pads and boots, the Alpha Sister of the Kappa Delts reviewed Orlando’s great unwashed with a sneer. Her FAWN career inert on the house show circuit, the despicable Chi-town cheater was determined to use tonight’s scrap of bikini meat to get herself back into regular PPV rotation. Clearly basking in the hate, Woolridge started down the aisle to the sound of the stupid Announcer telling everyone what they already knew.
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing five feet seven inches tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, she is the Windy City Wildcat…CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE!”
CASSIDY WOOLRIDGE:
Cass, who barely scraped in under the lightweight limit, scoffed and snorted her way down from the stage, screaming at anyone with the gall to try and touch her, each and every one of them to be treated as some freshman turd. Despite the disdain, she actually spotted someone on the aisle holding a sign that read:
TEAR HER TO SHREDS, CASSIDY!
Nodding approval, the hardbody blonde extended a hand, but when the fan tried to reach her, she raised it to eye level and flipped him off. “Of COURSE, I’ll tear her to shreds, mouth-breather? I don’t need suggestions from the likes of you!”
With the idiot put back in his place, the Chicagoan strutted up the steps, slipped through the ropes and quickly laid claim to the center of the ring. Delighted to be the center of attention (even if they were unworthy dumbasses) Woolridge spread her arms wide, then moved her fingers to her shoulders and trailed them down her slinky, ivory frame, the crowd transfixed enough to relent in their catcalls, if only for a moment.
When her music started to fade, Cassidy grudgingly backed into the far corner where she propped her elbows on the top rope. “Gonna make you beg, pledge.” she promised under her breath. “Gonna make you beg so loud the idiots in the front office won’t be able to ignore me.”
After a brief silence, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tallong, Queensland Australia, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds. She is the Tigress of Tallong… MALLORY SLADE!”
MALLORY SLADE:
The capacity crowd let loose a roar to shake the rafters as Escape the Fate’s ‘One For The Money’ hit the big speakers that flanked the stage. The initial pop drew out for several more seconds when the woman in question tore through the curtain with all the grace ascribed to her nickname. Already moving at a dead run, the tawny brunette stunner slammed the brakes halfway down the long aisle to take in her surroundings. Turning in a slow circle, she spread her arms wide and glanced to the fans on either side. Taking a deep breath to better settle her triphammering nerves, Mal closed her eyes and roared, “WHAT TIME IS IT, ORLANDO?!”
‘IT’S TIME TO HUNT!’ they answered at the top of their lungs
Spurred back to motion by the response to her call, the Aussie import raced down the aisle in a tawny blur of orange, black and brown. For tonight’s stroll through the hunting grounds she wore a tiger print halter-style bikini top and matching bottoms, the waistband of which were adorned with an inch or so of orange and black fringe. Pads at knee and wrist were black while her wrist tape and boots were bright orange. Her hair, a shoulder length dark brown highlighted by sun-born golden blonde streaks, was pulled back in a tight ponytail more than a little evocative of a tiger’s tail.
Slowing to a stalk as she reached the shadow of the ring, Mal put her right hand on the apron and made a point of draaaaaaaaagging her nails along the canvas as she walked from one end to the other. Upon reaching it she turned back, made her way to the middle and hopped / slid under the bottom rope. Long legs stretched out behind in a near split, Slade put her right hand down and again made a show of raking invisible furrows in tonight’s battleground. In doing so she propelled herself out of the split and into a graceful back handstand that earned another round of cheers. Mal thanked them with a pumped fist, then strolled to the corner opposite her opponent and smiled as she anticipated the hunt.
Mallory started to clap as soon as the bell sounded, yet another reason for Cassidy to despise the grubby little social climber from Bangor. To make matters worse, the Orlando idiot brigade (which was to say, the whole damned building) joined in with Slade and soon the cavernous space was so loud Woolridge could barely hear herself think. Fighting a strong urge to clap her own hands to her ears, Cassidy settled for a put-upon groan, then turned her attention to Merle and snapped her fingers three times. “You! Yes, you, the trainee! Come here!”
Merle frowned. “I’m not a train--”
“I don’t give a damn what you are!” Woolridge snapped. “Over here right now or I’ll complain to your manager!”
The ref didn’t think Nick would actually listen to any of Cassidy’s verbal barbs, but knowing her she’d want Merle to be there while she delivered them and that was something he’d rather not endure. Offering a ‘just one second’ sort of gesture to Mallory (who’d been swaying back n’ forth at center ring for the last few seconds), Merle strode over to Cassidy’s corner and asked, “Yes Cass?”
The Sorority Sorceress removed her eye daggers from the Aussie newcomer and planted them in Merle’s forehead. “FIRST, it’s Ms. Woolridge to the likes of you. Second,” she pointed an imperious finger at the roaring FAWNatics. “you need to do something about the noise.”
The ref scanned the sea of cameras and signs, confusion obvious on his face. “What about the noise?”
“It’s too loud, IDIOT!” Woolridge enunciated the last word with agonizing slowness. “How am I ever supposed to concentrate on pummeling that disgusting little dirt farmer when these morons are--”
“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Mallory called impatiently. “The bell rang, right?”
Merle looked over his shoulder. “She says it’s too loud.”
“A little less insolence in your voice next time, kay?” Cassidy snapped at the ref before turning her ire on Slade. “And you, Outback Jackoff or whatever your name is, keep that horrid mouth shut while I’m talking.”
The Tigress of Tallong snarled ever so briefly, then flashed Cassidy a brilliant smile. “Don’t worry about it girl, I got you covered.” On that note she walked over to a neutral corner of the ring and called for a mic, which was quickly granted by a nearby tech. “So, apparently Cassie here is having trouble with the noise.” Mal told the crowd with a vaguely sympathetic smile. “Not that it’s too loud, but she just can’t understand what you’re saying, so could go with something simple like, oh, I don’t know, how about Woolridge sucks?”
The sold-out crowd responded at once, throwing back the suggested chant a thousand-fold at the fuming woman in the corner. Not about to take that sort of disrespect from some tiger-striped dishrag, Woolridge shoved Merle aside and raced at Slade with every intention of driving a Forearm into the back of her-- the fans warned Mallory of the incoming cheap shot with just enough time for the rookie to whip around, drop down and drive a shoulder into her belly.
Cassidy ‘ooffhed’ and doubled over, then let out a startled ‘eep’ as the Aussie savage tried to hurl her over the top rope with a Back Body Drop! Far too clever to be taken by such a tactic, Woolridge snatched hold of the top rope in both hands and used it to guide herself into a comfortable landing on the apron. Smirking at the surprise in Slade’s eyes, Woolridge snatched a double handful of hair and would’ve dropped to the floor if the newcomer hadn’t grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed hard. “Get your filthy hands off me you goddamned pledNNGH!”
Mallory yanked her in close and THWHUNKED a nasty Headbutt across the bridge of her opponent’s nose. “Try not to tear up, sweetie.” Slade chided as she freed herself from the hair-hold only to apply one of her own. “It’ll make that cheap mascara run.”
Cassidy readied a retort that never left her lips because Mallory dragged her down the apron at a near run to BWUUUNG her noggin off the top turnbuckle. The Alpha Sister’s knees wavered but she didn’t fall to the floor, which made Mal exceedingly happy. “Saved yourself from one bad spill, Cassie. Think you can do it again?” Woolridge replied with a muttered curse, she was a bit too focused on checking her nose for blood to bother exchanging taunts with this bipedal toad. This proved a dangerous miscalculation when Slade boosted herself onto the second strand (she had one foot planted on either side of the turnbuckle) leaned over and caught her foe in a Front Facelock. Then she slung Cassidy’s near arm across her shoulders, reached down and snatched a handful of those black & white bottoms. Woolridge yelped and started to slap at the Aussie’s summer-tanned flank in an effort to free herself, but the Tigress endured it long enough to muscle the other wrestler directly overhead! No stall on this particular outing, yet it still got a huge cheer from the sold-out crowd when Slade dropped backward and THAWHAMMED her burden to the deck!
APRON SUPERPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMD8BbfEA9Y
Cassidy reacted like the mat was electrified, a spasmodic jolt that bounced the limber blonde onto one side. The tremors were still subsiding when Mallory bullied her onto her back and slid across her chest for a snug…
ONE…
TWO…
Woolridge kicked out at ‘TWO! and sat up, her green eyes flashing with rage. “You miserable tramp, you have no idea who you’re screwing wiUUNNNGGHH!”
Slade dropped back onto her tush, ‘smecked’ both legs around Cassidy’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeezed like she meant to cut the Gold Coast Catfighter in half! Hands flat against the mat, Slade hoisted her tush up by several inches and sent another pulverizing pulse through the blonde’s midsection. “Don’t know who I’m screwing with, huh?” she teased. “Hate to break it to ya, girl, but I’ve crushed enough sorority brats to know exactly what you’re capable of. And it ain’t much!” Slade punctuated with a third squeeze, one so strong it had the blonde almost bolt-upright.
Amazed by the Australian’s power, Woolridge steadied her thoughts as best she could and draaaaaaaaagged her nails up n’ down the length of Mallory’s encroaching thigh. “Let me go right now, bytch.” Cassidy emphasized each word by gouging her fingers that much deeper. “Before I decide to peel the meat right off of this scrawny little chicken leGERHHH SLUT!”
More than willing to fight tooth and claw, Slade returned to the mat, which freed up her hand for the claw she applied directly to the American’s left breast! Teeth bared in surprise and fury, Woolridge snarled, “You’re going to regret that, you bony little tramp!” Quick to add some weight to her threat, Cass abandoned her attack on Mallory’s leg and sent her free hand spidering south to the junction of Slade’s thi--
Slade caught her attacker’s wrist and treated it to a warning squeeze. “Not nearly so much as you’d regret that, giNNNGGGGHH!”
Woolridge slapped her in the mouth, hooked her other hand into a spade and applied it directly to the Australian’s crotch. The Alpha Sister believed her release an immediate thing, so imagine her surprise when the Bodyscissors loosened only slightly before once again bearing down on her exposed midsection! Cassidy shook her head ‘no’ to dismiss the ref’s inane prattle, then redoubled her efforts on the underhanded claw. “Leggo or I’ll ruin you, tramp.” she growled. “My ribs are stronger than your AAAWW GAWD!”
Mal gave up on her secondary attacks to once again focus on rearranging Woolridge’s insides with the Bodyscissors. Stubborn even in the face of such nauseating pain, Cassidy kept her claw in place as she smacked her other hand against the mat and used it to draaaaaag the both of them to the nearest set of strands. Several agonizing seconds later, she looped her arm over the middle rope and barked, “Get this skank off me! She smells like a Bloomin’ Onion left out to rotNNGHUUUUGHHHHH LEGGO BYTCH!”
Incensed by the attack on her trunks as well as the trash talk, Slade planted her hands against the mat, boosted herself up and just poured power through her stems until Merle’s count hit ‘FOUR!’ Cassidy rolled under the bottom rope at once, the usually haughty blonde doubled over hugging her midsection as she stumbled across the narrow aisle. Mal let her go, the Crotch Claw hurt more than she’d let on and she was grateful for the reprieve. Didn’t mean she was going to let Woolridge get away with running her mouth though, especially not when the snobby brat looked like she might cough up a lung in the next few seconds.
“Get that flat ass back in here, girl.” Slade barked at the gasping grappler. “I’m not done kicking it up between your shoulders yet.”
Woolridge, who had one hand wrapped around the top of the guardrail to keep from taking a knee, flipped hair out of her face and snarled at the Aussie newcomer. “What was that, cunt? It’s hard to hear with you hiding in the ring.”
Mallory blinked, shook her head in amazement at the blonde’s gall. “You want to get up close and personal again, girlie? Fine with me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Slade grabbed the top rope in both hands and vaulted over to land on the floor in a crouch worthy of her nickname. Cassidy had expected as something like this (albeit not so goddamned fast) and so Mal hit the floor she was ready… to take off around the corner at a flat out run. The Tigress hesitated just long enough to crack a smile. “Not fast enough, sweetness.” Then she was gone, a tawny black & orange blur slowly but surely gaining ground on the equally nimble form of the Alpha Sister.
Cassidy didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know Slade was closing the distance, she could hear the clap of her boots even over the roar of the crowd. In no mood to meet the snippy bytch outside the safety of the squared circle, Woolridge put on an extra burst of speed as she rounded the next corner, then shifted hard right and dove under the bottom rope. On her feet in the blink of an eye, Cass whipped around and dropped an Elbow just as the brunette was coming in after--
“NGH, DAMMIT!” Mal pushed herself back to the outside at precisely the right moment to leave Woolridge with nothing but empty canvas for her Elbow Drop. Returning to the ring as quickly as she’d left it, Mallory helped herself to a double handful of blonde hair and gave it a hard tug as she hauled Woolridge to her feet.
“Spirited chase we had there, huh Cassie?” Slade chided. “Good way to get the blood pumping before GUUUHHRRK!”
Cassidy jabbed a thumb into the hollow of her attacker’s throat, then followed up with a quick slash of nails across the eyes and finished by jabbing her knee between the brunette’s thighs. “That get your blood pumping, bytch?” the Sorority Sorceress taunted as the Australian collapsed against her in a wounded clinch. “No? Maybe this will do the trick!”
Pivoting against her prey to collar her in a tight Side Headlock, Cassidy strutted over to the ropes and pressed Slade’s face against the rubber-coated steel. “Enjoy the hazing, pledge.”
She leaned all her weight against the back of Mal’s noggin and slooooooooowly walked the length of the ring, each and every step a torture session for the rookie. Breaking the Headlock as she reached the corner, Woolridge went back to the hair-hold and BWUUUNGED Slade’s forehead against the top buckle. She liked the sound of it so much that she repeated the tactic three more times. It could’ve been three dozen if Merle hadn’t hurried over and said, “All right, Cass-mmh, Ms. Woolridge! Let’s get it out of the corner, shall we?”
The catfighter gave him a look that suggested the slip had been noted and filed away for future reference, but she removed her hands from Mallory’s hair without a word of protest. Lest you think she’d turned over a new leaf, the wicked blonde promptly curled those hands into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked her rival from shoulders to buttocks! Slade cried out, turned around and ate a crisp European Uppercut to the chin for her troubles. The force of it knocked the Tigress back into the buckles, a detail Woolridge was quick to point out to the official. “See?” she swept a hand in the brunette’s direction to better illustrate the point. “Bytch doesn’t want to leave the corner.”
Merle tried to counter, but Woolridge was already on the second rope with one hand buried in Slade’s dark ponytail. “Normally I’d punch your face lumpy for all the shyt talking you did earlier.” she cooed to the rasping battler. “But uggos like you tend to think bruises and scars impart some sort of character, so I think I’ll just Bytch Slap you all the way back to the Jungle instead.”
Some of the haze cleared from Slade’s eyes and she reached up to push / claw at the blonde’s hips. “You’re gonna regret every second of this, giRNNGH!”
Cassidy cranked Mal’s head back and warmed her cheek with a single tart slap. “That’s ONE, for all you morons that love to count!” No one liked being called a moron, but the FAWNatics DID love to count along, and so they provided a grudging accompaniment as Woolridge teed off on the trapped Tigress. TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!’ Woolridge paused, tilted her head back and raised that hand to her lips. Already salty over their complicity in this mugging of the Aussie babyface, those assembled for Summer Swelter shook the rafters with their jeers as Cassidy licccccked from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger. Finishing her prep with a kiss, Cassidy reared back and CRAAACKED Slade across the cheek with a resounding Bytch Slap.
That completed the set, so Merle hurried over to shoo Woolridge down from the corner. He needn’t have worried, the hardbody blonde leapt down without prompting, probably so the zebra wouldn’t complain when she reached over one shoulder and snatched a double handful of hair. It wasn’t anyone’s idea of a traditional Three Quarters Facelock, but it certainly did the job when Woolridge dropped to one knee and slung the brunette onto her tush with a big Snapmare. “So you’re a tigress, are ya?” the Sorority Sorceress sneered at her slumped adversary. “Were you raised in petting zoo or just born with no survival instinct whatsoever?”
“Cheap skag,” Slade huffed, “I’ll teach you all about survival inNNNGGGHHHH AAAARRRRRHHHH!” Not about to take that sort of lip from some whiny pledge, Cassidy ’smacked’ her palms down on Mallory’s shoulders and bore down in a Nerve Claw she maintained just long enough to THUMP a knee into Slade’s spine. Then she cupped her hands under the brunette’s chin, hooked her index fingers into Mal’s mouth and tried to widen the Tigress’s smile with a combination Fishhook and Chinlock. Slade gurgled and thrashed, the heels of her boots beating against the canvas as she struggled to prize the blonde’s wicked fingers from her maw. Quite unfazed by these ugly histrionics, Woolridge continued to wrench on the hold in direct defiance of Merle’s count. Only ’FOUR!’ brought an end to Mallory’s punishment and even then it was a grudging release.
“I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time.” Cass grumbled after she’d wiped her fingers on the back of Slade’s head, “you’re not the one who’s going to have to sterilize her hands as soon as she gets backstage.”
Merle had no answer to that, not that Woolridge was interested in anything that might’ve come out of his mouth. Back on her feet with Slade’s ponytail wrapped around one fist, Cassidy pulled her prey to all fours and forced her to crawl into a Standing Headscissors. Taking the time to preen as she squeeeeezed the Aussie’s noggin, Woolridge swatted Mallory’s tush a few times, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s waist. Hands locked, she dipped her knees and muscled Slade off the-- Mal kicked her legs frantically and managed to return herself to the canvas well shy of a full inversion. Cassidy snarled, tightened her coil and lifted again. No dice, the Tigress wriggled again, then set her feet to remain firmly rooted to the mat. “Think you’re funny, pledge?” Woolridge muttered. “Let me show you funny.” Bearing down on the Scissors, she brushed Slade’s ponytail to one side and set to work on the knot holding her top in--
“Don’t even think about it, skag!” Slade reached up and swatted at the Alpha Sister’s arms. “That’s not something you wanna AAARRRRGHHNNNNNGGGGHH!”
But Cassidy very much did and she knew how to get exactly what she wanted. Abandoning Mal’s top at the first sign of resistance, Cassidy grabbed a double handful of those tiger-striped bottoms and yanked up in a wedgie hard enough to hoist Slade off her feet! There wasn’t a whole lot of stall to be found, but in the end it didn’t really matter, as Woolridge immediately dropped to her butt and THWHONKED the crown of Slade’s skull against the mat! The wedgie-assisted Piledriver slopped Mallory over onto her side, a position she would have occupied for quite a while if Woolridge hadn’t tugged her onto her back and planted a domineering knee atop her chest for the…
WEDGIE ASSISTED PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Slade shoved her away with half a second to spare, a show of unbelievable defiance that Cass immediately blamed on the official. “COULD YOU COUNT ANY SLOWER!” she corned the poor dope against the ropes as soon as she was vertical. “THAT WAS AT LEAST A FIVE COUNT!”
“It was only two, Ms. Woolridge.” Merle answered with as much backbone as he could muster. “Maybe next time you should hook the leg.”
“I’d rather be assigned an official that wasn’t incompetent!”
The ref started to answer, which earned a raised hand from the Sorority Sorceress. She may very well have slapped him senseless and taken the DQ loss if a roar from the FAWNatics hadn’t drawn her attention. Over on the other side of the ring, Mallory Slade was climbing to her feet, albeit with the assistance of the ropes. “You got lucky, asshole.” Cass snarled at the relieved official. Honing in on the brunette’s back, Woolridge reached center ring at a slow stalk, then broke into an explosive run and leapt onto her opponent’s back!
Slade felt the blonde’s arm hook around her neck and rather than try to slip loose she curled her own arms around the top rope and held on for dear life. Good thing too, because when Woolridge snapped back for the Sorority Row she made the descent by herself and at a very high rate of speed. The THAWHUMP that punctuated her landing was by greeted by groans from the capacity crowd, though they changed their tune when the vindictive Tigress hauled Cassidy to her feet. Wrenching the American’s head back at a rough angle, Mallory stuffed it under her left arm and grabbed a handful of black n’ white briefs. While a wedgie would’ve been exceptionally satisfying vengeance, Slade was more interested in pain than humiliation at this point, so she dipped into a deep crouch and muscled her foe up, over and down, dropping Woolridge flat on her face with an Inverted Suplex!
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt6-1VEN0k8
Cassidy lost all her breath in the landing, but damned if she didn’t rock backward onto her knees and start struggling to boot leather. Slade didn’t try to stop her, in fact she ran straight at the blonde before juking around her to bounce off the ropes on her six. The second pass occurred right after Woolridge reached her feet and still the brunette didn’t strike. She bounced off the ropes again, put on one last burst of speed and then hurled herself into the air, the Tigress twisting completely sideways in what would’ve been a gorgeous Crossbody if she hadn’t led with the point of her right elbow! The Tripwire caught Woolridge square in the chest and she went down hard, one arm pressed tight to her aching sternum. Breath was still in short supply when Slade shoved her over and hooked both legs to roll her into a Back-Press. Only vaguely aware that this impetuous piece of bikini meat had pointed her ass at the rafters, Cassidy wriggled and squirmed while Merle counted…
TRIPWIRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=63iwT1DNLVw
ONE…
TWO…
The Alpha Sister powered free and sat up with perhaps half a second to spare. “Nuuuuhhhh… not good enough, pledge.” Woolridge grunted as she clambered upright. “I’m gonna drop you on your head and then I’m gonna haze the ever-loving shyt out of NNNGGHHHHH!”
Slade palmed her opponent’s hips, pushed up on tiptoe, then dropped to one knee and stuffed her forehead into Woolridge’s tummy with an unorthodox yet extremely effective Headbutt! Already short of breath, Cassidy doubled over only to stand right back up when Slade slid around behind and pressed against her back to hook both arms at the elbows. Wrenching ‘em tight in a Double Chickenwing, Mal planted her feet and boosted the lithesome blonde high into the air. Then she released her grip and dropped Woolridge forward even as she angled back and raised her knees snug to her chest. The result was an innovative Gutbuster that dropped Woolridge’s taut tummy flush on those upraised joints.
CHICKENWING GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPt724p_QsI
Already short of breath after the Tripwire and Inverted Suplex, Cassidy could only wheeze as Slade slid out from underneath and got to her feet. Posted up behind the gasping blonde, she raised her hands overhead, then leaned forward and smacked her thighs a few times. “Time she met the Boomslang!” Mal called in response to the answering cheers. With Woolridge aware of nothing but her own labored breathing, Mallory leaned down, slipped her arms under the blonde’s biceps and laced her fingers to complete the Full Nelson. Cass blanched and tried to claw at the tyro’s ponytail, but Mal leaned back and kept the pressure on as she forced Woolridge to stand.
Not about to give Cassidy any chance for a low blow or a stomp, Slade shook her foe like a terrier shaking a rat, then gathered her reserves and lifted the Gold Coast Catfighter high into the air. Cassidy’s legs swung out in front of her, meaning it was the blonde’s tailbone that took every bit of the impact when Slade sat out and THWHAMMED her into the mat! Woolridge bounced like she was on a trampoline, but it didn’t free her from the brunette’s clutches. In fact the rebound only made it easier when Slade leaned back, kicked her legs up and ‘smecked’ ‘em around Cassidy’s waist.
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH OOOOOOHHH GAAAAAAAWWWD!” Woolridge found just enough air in her lungs to give voice to the aforementioned Scissors as the Boomslang sank its fangs into her ribs.
“SUBMIT!” Mal demanded before she popped her hips and rolled forward to bounce the blonde’s bum a second time.
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Cassidy fought as best she could, though her expression was that of a woman denied all her options. Mal on the other hand had a couple at her disposal and she used both of them now. First she rolled back, then popped forward to bounce Cassidy’s keister. Then she did it three more times, each hitting a little harder than before. Finally she reared back and rolled to one side, all the better to stretch out full length and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze the catfigher’s exposed--
“I SUBMIT!” Woolridge wheezed as best she could. “I SUBMIT! NOW LET GOOOOOO!” Mallory grinned and loosened her grip only to bear down again for a punishing gator roll that left Cassidy facedown on the mat when the Aussie finally let go.
In his place outside, the ref raised his mic to confirm the clang of the bell. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission… MALLORY SLADE!”
Merle approached to raise her hand, but Slade shook him off and crawled over to the grimacing blonde. Pushing Woolridge onto her back, Mallory swung a leg over her foe’s head and dropped her summer tanned tush snug atop Cassidy’s face. Woolridge moaned and raised her hands to swat at the Aussie’s flanks, not that it did much more than raise a smile from Slade.
That’s what you get, Cassie.” the Tigress murmured as she swept her undercarriage back n’ forth on those protesting features. “You wanna pull on my trunks? Wanna put those claws to work? Well I hope it was worth it!”
Cassidy sputtered, bridged up and tried to roll, but Mallory curled one hand into a fist and drove it deep into the blonde’s belly. The resistance collapsed, unfortunately for Woolridge her opponent wasn’t quite done. Letting her fingers ‘walk’ down the other woman’s tummy, Slade fashioned a claw of her own and raaaaaaaaked Cassidy’s tiny tights one, two, three times!
Not exactly the 9-11, but it still got an electric reaction from Woolridge, who curled into a groaning, mewling ball the instant Slade got to her feet. Finally allowing Merle to raise her hand, the bendy newcomer found the nearest camera and said, “I came here to wrestle the best in the world, but I’m more than happy to go tooth and claw with any chick that wants to bring it. Better bring your best though, otherwise you’ll end up like Cassie… my personal scratching post. Hunt’s on, ladies.”