Post by dsb on Dec 31, 2017 18:26:54 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer checked his notes one final time and raised the microphone to his lips once again. “The following contest is a three-way elimination match. Please welcome first, weighing in at one hundred and thirty nine pounds and standing at six feet and two inches, she hails from Reykjavik, Iceland and is the Gladiatrix magazine Rookie of the Year…the Stranger, ASTRID WHITE!”
Any response from the crowd was drowned by the four thumping bass heartbeats which rocked through the speakers, the lights dimming in response. A huge pair of hyper-realistic eyes opened up on the ‘tron, blinking and focusing slightly as the song’s bass-driven chaos was joined by a surprisingly delicate vocal. The woman herself made an appearance soon after; picked out in a spotlight among twilight. Face hooded, she looked impossibly tall and slender in the low lighting as she set off on a slow, methodical stride to the ring.
BRENNEISTEINN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6zXSdYXm8
For what was possibly the highest-profile match of her burgeoning FAWN career she wore midnight blue lycra boyshorts, framing those impossibly long and well toned legs. Her top was mostly covered by the dark leather jacket, but the opening exposed a white meshed top covering the modest swell of her chest, as well as a glimpse of sharply defined stomach.
ASTRID WHITE
The Stranger reached the ring and carried on around to the back, stepping up on the apron in one stride and slipping through the strands, she made her way to one corner and ascended the second turnbuckle just as her music again paused. On the final bass heartbeat the lights flared back on, and White flicked her hood back at the same time to reveal her sharply contoured face framed by an artfully wavy blonde bob. She flashed a hand over one grey-green eye, tilting her head to form an ‘A’ sigil, matched by a few fans in the audience.
“And her opponent…from Lamia, Greece. Standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court. In fact Adrianna’s first solo appearance in some time is only a reminder that she isn’t only part of FAWN’s most dominant tag team but was also arguably the greatest intercontinental champion in the promotion’s history.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of blue panties still remaining beneath from her pre-Court days. Her elbow-pads and boots were also basic black, but with such divine curves on display it was hard to pay attention to such relatively earthy details.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally ticked at the audience’s vile reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess made flesh.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle and the brunette makes her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at the Scandinavian, then slides through the ropes before giving Dagger another closer once over. The olive-skinned Greek offers Olympic poses, showing off her assets, of which there are many, her gorgeous outline silencing the crowd before she settles in the middle of the ring, waiting for the bell.
Perhaps unsurprisingly it was the Goddess who stepped regally out to start proceedings. Claiming the center of the ring and striking a pose made all the more Olympian by those statuesque curves, Adrianna pointed to her opponent for the evening and beckoned her forwards. “Cowering in the corner will not help you mortal,” she intoned. “Come forth and face your goddess!”
No immediate verbal response from Astrid, although she did step out from the buckles and start circling cautiously, keeping those grey-green eyes locked on the shorter woman as she closed in. The Stranger darted forwards and ‘pwak’ed a short kick into the Greek woman’s sturdy thigh, those long legs carrying her away before Pappy could retaliate.
A growl escaped the Goddess’s lips and she stepped forwards, earning another swift leg kick as the blonde danced out of range again. This time Adrianna didn’t follow, standing up to her full height and reaching a hand out again. “Your cowardly attacks are nothing more than the buzzing of flies!” she snarled, “stand and face the power of a godDULPH!”
A white muay thai boot swung up and hammered into Pappy’s seriously overflowing bikini top, sending her back a half-step. “You are not a goddess, Ms Papadopolous” White said quietly, her leg dropping back then swinging out for another strike. “You are a woman deluded by your own feARGH!”
Blocking the blonde’s second kick attempt with one arm, Adrianna raised the other and hammered a forearm into the Stranger’s far more modest chest. “And you are an insignificant worm who will shortly be crushed beneath my might!” A second forearm shot thudded into Astrid’s sternum, thrusting her back a few paces with the Olympian brunette chasing after her.
Since she couldn’t back away from the powerful Goddess, Astrid instead stepped up to her and swung her arm, folding it so that the bony tip of her elbow pancaked the Greek’s boob. Adrianna let out a hiss and fired yet another clubbing forearm into White’s torso. The Arctic Assassin swayed back with the blow and then hopped forwards again, pistoning one knee up to bury into the tanned expanse of Papadopolous’ belly.
Goddess or not, Adrianna couldn’t help but pitch forward from the blow to her midriff, and White made matters even worse by pushing down on the back of her head and swinging another knee up, this one thumping yet again into the brunette’s chest. Growling, Pappy tried to rise back to her full height only for the Stranger to hang on tight to her head and drop to one knee, driving that divine face into the bony joint.
Facebreaker Kneelift
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaGg9GXsmM0
Papadopolous reeled backwards from the impact but held her feet, taking several heavy steps back and blinking a few times to clear her rattled brainbox. She was still preoccupied with this as Astrid stalked up and swung out a straight kick which snapped into the Greek Goddess’ ribcage.
The strike was stiff enough to have put most of the roster on their ass, but Addy hadn’t become a multi-division champ by being ordinary. She proved it by not only staying on her feet but actively backing into the ropes and then using their momentum to charge forward. The sheer resilience seemed to take the Stranger by surprise, and she barely mounted a defence as the storming brunette ran at her and leaped into a thumping Running Clothesline.
Flattened by the strike, White rolled to her tummy and scrambled back to her feet. Or at least that was what she’d planned; about halfway to vertical she felt strong hands grab at her hair and her bottoms, holding her in place for a second. Then she was forcibly yanked, the Greek hauling upwards and dropping down hard to one knee.
Astrid’s alabaster stomach was impaled across one heavenly knee, the Icelander making a ‘whoulfff’ sound as the air was driven from her. But Pappy kept a tight hold of her wriggling burden as she stood up and dropped into a second Gutbuster. This time the only noise was the sickening thud of tummy on bone, but still the Goddess Made Flesh wasn’t satisfied, lifting and dropping for a third time to leave the Stranger bent and limp over her posted knee.
Triple Gutbuster
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuUkTIJZG9g
It looked as though Astrid would have stayed draped across that tanned Grecian flank for some time, her stomach thoroughly caved in by the powerful assault. But Adrianna had other ideas, clubbing a big forearm shot into the Stranger’s back to send her flopping to the canvas. The Olympian placed one boot either side of her pale victim then reached down to clasp her hands under White’s chin, lifting upwards and sitting back into a simply divine Camel Clutch!
“You seek to defy a goddess, and now you will feel my wrath!” Adrianna intoned to her squirming victim. “Squeal for me now, mortal, and perhaps I shall be merciful.” Astrid waved a finger at Al Carpenter as he came over to check on her, then formed that hand into a claw and reached back towards Pappy’s knees. “You...are NOT a goddess” she growled, working her fingers into the crease of the brunette’s knee and then digging her nails into the tender flesh behind.
Adrianna let out an involuntary yelp as those talons curled into sensetive skin, one hand leaving the Stranger's chin to pry at the claw. This was immediately successful, but White used the release of pressure to squirm onto her side and swing one elbow up into the Goddess’s face. Another swing was enough to convince Pappy to abandon her hold and rear back, although not before dropping a rib-rattling hammerfist down onto Astrid’s side.
“Do not awake the anger of an Olympian, fool” she hissed. White’s only response was to swing one long leg up behind her, the unorthodox but effective strike sending her boot clunking into the brunettes crown. Pappy pitched forwards onto all fours and the Stranger swiftly wriggled out from beneath her then rolling to all fours.
Both women started in the same relative position but the Arctic Assassin was much faster to her feet. She took advantage of this with a stiff Soccer Kick which slammed into Pappy’s spine. The Grecian hissed and clambered to her knees and halfway to her feet, meaning that the next strike buried Astrid’s boot squarely into divine derriere!
Hands dropping to massage the ache in her booty, Pappy was easy prey as the Stranger ghosted u behind and hooked in a waistlock. She leaned forwards a little so that her lips were close to the brunette’s ear. “Goddesses do not yelp when someone kicks their bottom, Ms Papadopolous,” she commented. Adrianna seemed set to respond by driving her head backwards, but before the headbutt could land White braced her feet and lifted up and backwards, letting go at the top of her reach for a textbook Release German Suplex.
The Lamia Lovely crunched into the matt on her shoulders and neck, completing an enforced back somersault to end up on all fours. She didn’t stay in that position for long, rising up while Astrid still had her back turned and darting forwards only to come to a juddering halt again courtesy of a pinpoint Mule Kick from the Icelander.
“You are just a woman, Ms Papadopolous”, the Stranger informed, turning to hook in a facelock. Adrianna’s powerful legs flexed and she tried to explode upwards, but White dropped a sharp elbow onto her spine to keep her in place before continuing. “Just a woman driven to delusion.”
Whether or not the self-styled Goddess wished to respond, she wasn’t given a chance. Astrid lifted one lovely long stem up behind herself then swung forwards, using the momentum to drop to her back and spike Papadopolous’s head into the canvas-covered plywood. She completed a messy somersault to sprawl onto her back while the blonde floated over on top of her.
Ice Flow DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu8A-xy2Yow
Hooking one leg up, the Stranger pulled back as tight as she could to press Pappy’s shoulders to the matt. Even Carpenter seemed a little surprised that she was going for a pin on such a notoriously tough opponent this early in the match, but there was no delay as he dropped to the matt and slapped…
ONE…
TWO…
The Goddess shows she has at last one more life than most mortals rocked by the Ice Flow, shifting a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side. Astrid kneels on her haunches next to the devious deity. She gazes coolly before sinking a set of nails into Adrianna’s long dark locks and drags the dazed Greek to vertical, Pappy on rubbery legs. Shifting her grip to a wrist, the towering blonde heaves her olive-skinned opponent across the ring and to the opposite corner. Papadopolous turns into a savage collision, back to buckles. Still, she remains upright, throwing her arms over the top rope on either side to keep her slack frame from taking a seat.
Moving instantly in response, the Icelandic amazon isn’t the speediest across the squared circle, but she might be the most majestic, wide strides eating up the yards until she raises a big boot from several feet out and PLANTS it into the chin of the Goddess, dispensing some White Heat to the faltering brunette. Head swiveled violently from the kick, Addy staggers drunkenly out of the corner with Astrid stalking deliberately from behind. She quickly catches the wobbling Goddess, wrapping an arm around the neck of Adrianna. Ferociously, she pivots and rips Papadopolous backward, sending the Greek beauty’s back crashing across her side.
Headlock Backbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF3cgmCnhRU )
The busty brunette spills to her hip, Astrid genuflecting next to the groaning Greek.
“It’s a long fall from Mount Olympus, Ms. Papadopolous. Is it not?”
Astrid mounts the splayed Goddess in a kneeling, forward-facing straddle of her waist, forcing Pappy’s back flat to the canvas then leaning her palms atop the Grecian warrior’s shoulders with a schoolgirl pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Adrianna kicks her way out of the predicament, rolling to her chest and starting to slither away, not wasting any breath on firing back a verbal repartee. Astrid rises to her full 73 inches and strides after the former tag champion, planting a boot between Adrianna’s shoulderblades to immobilize her, Pappy’s upper limbs pulling and lower limbs pushing but her torso not moving an inch under Icelandic heel.
Astrid looks out upon the masses.
“This is a Goddess? Or is it a beaten woman?”
Adrianna manages to roll to her back. She momentarily pins herself in the process, but in so turning, she can wrap both palms around an ankle of her foe and spin to the side, tripping the towering blonde to the mat. Rolling up to her feet, Astrid’s left ankle still in her possession, Pappy mounts the Amazon in a crouching reverse straddle. Addy curls both the leg and, quickly enough, the spine of her foe with a Single-Leg Boston Crab. She settles into a seat atop Astrid’s shoulderblades to increase the pressure, using the incredible length of the alabaster-skinned stem against White.
Single-leg Boston Crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
Carpenter drops to the canvas, going eyes to crystal blue eyes with Astrid, asking the Stranger if she wants to give in. The Icelandic grappler remains as stoic as possible, Adrianna wringing a teeth-clenching wince out of the Astrid but nothing more.
“I will rip your leg free and leave you with a stump, mortal,” Pappy grunts between heaving breaths, her Double-Ds working in overdrive to draw oxygen within the deity’s lungs.
Despite the Grecian’s best efforts, the leg remains attached, an emphatic ‘NO’ from Astrid to another of Al’s inquiries convincing the Divine One this daughter of Oden needs more persuading to capitulate to the only entity who deserves the adoration of man, woman, and child.
Adrianna stands and throws Astrid’s leg to the canvas, White’s knee banging loudly against the thinly-sheathed plywood. The Stranger cradles the long lithe limb close as the Goddess hovers over the earthly blonde, deciding what further torture the blasphemous mortal deserves. Pappy snatches the ankle of the aching gam, stretching out the limitless limb, then using it like a bullwhip, sending a painful oscillation through the stem. Astrid shoots to a seated position, grimacing but again withholding the auditory satisfaction Adrianna is seeking. The Goddess lifts the leg higher and begins stomping on the hamstring, blasting away at the back of White’s sinewy thigh.
With Astrid reaching but unable to break Addy’s grip, the Goddess tugs White toward a corner like the superior being she is. Pappy drops to the canvas and slides out of the squared circle with the limb still in her custody. Pappy tugs White’s impossibly long legs on either side of the steel ring post and hauls back so the Stranger’s crotch is RAMMED into the unforgiving metal rod. The collision finally draws a cry from the normally impassive Icelandic blonde. Addy then gets to work, crossing the captured limbs in a familiar figure of four around the metal then climbing on and locking down.
Figure Four around the ringpost
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5F0UWq7I-s @4:27
“Proclaim me your Goddess,” Adrianna shouts. “Scream it to the heavens and I may forgive you your transgressions!”
Astrid’s howls aren’t so specific, her ivory-skinned stems nearing the snapping point from the abuse of the immortal Adrianna. Al slides to the outside to get on the floor and start his count on the Olympian. There’s an unfortunate delay that gives Addy double the four-count she should have. With Carpenter closing in on a disqualification, Addy releases and drops softly to the floor. She rolls to her feet and slides back into the gladiatorial arena, the crowd disrespecting the Goddess with their jeers every step of the way.
The Stranger slides away from her vulnerable post position, legs pushing against the canvas to move her toward the middle. Rolling to her side, Astrid grasps at her throbbing left knee with one hand and her undercarriage with the other. She’s ‘assisted’ to a hobbling vertical stance by the Divine One who slips alongside her foe, dips her head under a limp arm of the Amazon while wrapping an arm around the blonde’s left leg to launch the defiler up and over in a ring-rattling Olympic Slam.
Olympic Slam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmXpQ7QRfUA
Addy is stunned for a moment from the landing, but the Goddess is in much better shape than the blonde, recovering quickly and sliding her curvy frame over the long lean six-plus-footer, ending in a lateral press and hooking the injured left leg of her foe for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Everyone in the arena thought that White was finished after that hellacious slam. And that might be why the crowd became considerably louder than they usually did for the Icelander when her hand and shoulder jerked up off the canvas at the last possible instant. She flopped over onto her side, eyes wide, mouth gasping in air while both hands crossed over her chest.
Above her the Goddess knelt up and fixed Al Carpenter with glare which hit like a thunderbolt. “Everyone present is witness to my triumph…” she growled, holding three fingers up. “Do you wish to learn what happens when people defy their goddess?”
“It was close, but it was two,” Carpenter confirmed, raising the corresponding digits. Papadopolous’ glare became even more furious, but she showed the composure of a deity in refocusing back to the task at hand. Astrid was still slopped on the matt blinking cobwebs from her eyes and trying to recover. But the Greek wasn’t willing to allow her the opportunity, standing up and driving a sharp stomp down onto that hurt knee joint.
Yelping, White rolled away and possumed onto her back, stalked by an angry Goddess. Papadopoulos reached down, intending to lift her up for a match-ending slam, and instead ate an unorthodox but surprisingly effective grounded kick to her knee. A second unorthodox strike buried into Pappy’s sternum, pushing her back. A lesser woman might have given up at this point but Arianna again proved her pedigree by backing off to the ropes, charging forwards again and leaping to bring the full force of her heavily derriere down into White’ midriff.
SEATED SENTON
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qygsbl8FZzw
Stomach crushed under her fellow European’s ridiculous curves, Astrid wriggled her upwards and tried to push at the brunette’s legs, hoping to get some space. But Adrianna simply leaned down to pressing her full weight onto White’s much more slender torso, then and knelt up to mount over her. One Greek arm was raised up and then smashed down from the heavens, the Hammerfist smashing straight into Astrid’s jaw!
“Tremble before my magnificence, heathen!” she crowed, firing a second forearm out into the hasty guard White had thrown up to protect her face. “Proclaim me as your true goddess and perhaps I will shooOOOAGH NO!”
Unimpressed both by the brunette’s words and by her statuesque figure, Astrid reached up with both hands and took two handfuls of the tender and barely-covered meat of Pappy’s breasts. A pair of white-knuckle squeezes bought a high and decidedly un-divine squeal from the curvy Greek, and she quickly abandoned both her mount and her forearm shots in order to pry at those invading wrists. She rose to her feet with White still in tow, finally getting enough leverage to shove the Stranger off and then furiously massaging her aching cleavage.
Her attempts were swiftly overtaken by White, storming back into the fray and launching a crescent kick which might well have decapitated the shorter woman if she hadn’t reflexively flinched away at the last second. Undeterred by the close miss white moved in further, ‘THWAPPING a short kick into the meat of Papadopolous’ thigh and then pressing forwards again to launch a big elbow smash right into that aching décolletage.
A lesser woman might have backed off to tend to her tits, but Adrianna was a multiple-time champion and proved it by storming forwards and launching an elbow of her own, which THUMPED into white’s sternum. Unfortunately for her this just gave Astrid a little more room to work in, the muay-thai practitioner launching two short knee strikes into either side of the Greek’s ribcage, then a spinning backfist into her jaw. The signature flurry was finished with a roundhouse aimed square at those battered boobs, the Stranger’s boot thumping into soft flesh and driving the Goddess to her ass.
Fear of the Unknown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJdulb52n2Y
Adrenaline now flowing, the Stranger stomped over to her grounded opponent and slammed yet another kick (this one of the ‘soccer’ variety) into Papadopolous’s chest. The greek groaned and rolled away onto all fours, trying to scrabble back to vertical only for White to hop up and bring both knees down on the small of the Goddess’ tanned back. Addy was driven into the matt face down with the Icelander climbing to her feet and looming above.
“Confronting your delusions with words seems ineffective,” Astrid mused. Pappy started to rise again and was shoved back down on her front. “No, Ms Papadopolous, I’m afraid it is I who will decide when you are allowed to get up. Perhaps that will help you to recognise your feARGH!”
Instead of making a third attempt to get to her knees, the Goddess simply rolled over and fired out a clubbing short punch which landed juuuust above the line of Astrid’s trunks. It wasn’t the most heinous of low blows but it was more than enough to drive White away, Pappy clambering to her feet and chasing after her.
Astrid was still adjusting her togs when the vengeful Greek stormed over and placed one hand around her throat. The Goddess snugged up alongside the taller woman and lifted up for an Uranage which…disintegrated when White fired a nasty looking elbow into the side of Pappy’s throat. Adrianna abandonded her slam and gagged at the vicious blow, leaving the Stranger free to hook around her neck and then drop to her knees. The Scandinavian Glima throw drove Papadopolous into an awkward spine-first impact across Astrid’s torso!
Adrianna slumped to the mat and then arched up as if it was electrified, both hands massaging at the abused area by the small of her back. This left the Greek easy prey for Astrid, who knelt behind her and then wrapped those perfect porcelain stems around her trim waist. It was the work of a moment to reach one arm aroudnt he alleged goddess’ throat, and with this hook secure the Stranger simply leaned back and yanked on both ends of her signature hold.
Fear of the Dark
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU5l6-fiEd4
“I cannot deny that you are a powerful fighter, Ms Papadopolous,” White purred to her hurting victim. “But I can prove you are not divine. Right now you are fully within my power, forced to gag and wail by a superior woman. Tell me, does that sound like a goddess to you?"
"Feel free to answer by tapping out."
The Goddess struggles to respond verbally, Astrid’s bicep tight to her throat making it nigh impossible, but signaling surrender is not an option for the busty brunette. She wriggles and writhes, eventually building enough slack to slowly spin in the near death grip of the Icelandic amazon. Once turned, she forces forward, rolling the six-footer to her back for the…
ONE…
TWO…
White’s forced to give up her remaining front facelock grip to avoid the pinfall, but shoves Papadopolous off easily after doing so. She unfolds her long lean frame to vertical quicker than the still somewhat dizzied deity. With Adrianna on one knee, her position appearing a kneel in supplication before the mortal, the Divine One answers a grasp of her long dark locks with a thunderous low blow. The pendulum-like forearm SLAMS into White’s crotch, lifting the already skyscraping Astrid a couple inches higher as she moves to tiptoes, her face etched in pain.
With FAWN’s Rookie of the Year frozen, mouth agape, a groaning Addy pushes to her feet and delivers a toe kick DEEP into the long expanse of Astrid’s midriff. The blonde is bent at the waist and the Goddess possesses White’s tummy with an enveloping wrap of her arms.
Showing the strength that convinced a few in the audience to look past her inhumane tactics and bow down to their Goddess, the Greek grappler launches the amazon off the canvas in a forward flip. She secures White across her right shoulder, half of the long physique on one side, her legs dangling down the back. Steadying her foe for an instant, Pappy sends Astrid whipping back from whence she came and dropping on bended knee, the bony cap THRUSTS into the pit of White’s stomach with an Elevated Gutbuster.
Elevated Gutbuster
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgRAAI9dPqI
White flops to the canvas, face pinched in pain as she wraps her long arms around her aching abdomen, Adrianna hovering above.
“Have you learned not to blaspheme against me?”
Defiantly, Astrid grunts out a soft “no”, adding a brief shake of her head.
“Very well.”
The olive-skinned warrior dips to collect Astrid by her braincase and tug the mortal to her feet. Pivoting, Addy shifts her grip to a ¾ facelock and appears ready to snap mare White back to the canvas. But in fact, the resident of Olympus has something much more emphatic in mind. Instead, she PLANTS the crown of the six-footer’s skull into the deck like a lawn dart, drawing a loud ‘OOOOH’ from the FAWNatics and a series of twitching spasms from the face-down, Icelandic blonde.
Snapmare Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xas0-oCch9g
The curvy heavenly creation uses a half-nelson to roll what’s left of the foolish mortal to her back and plants a domineering knee in the cleft of the blonde’s bosom to claim her prize at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
White throws a shoulder up, momentarily confusing the Goddess. She turns to Carpenter who holds up two fingers. There’s more a look of shock than anger and Papadopolous stares down at the stirring Astrid, who’s rolled to chest and pushes to all fours, defiant if damaged. Pappy turns to Al quizzically.
“She continues to defy me.”
The man offers a shrug. “She does.”
Unhappy with the confirmation, the Goddess–made-flesh turns to a rising Astrid and sinks her nails into White’s scalp before her foe can extend to her full height. Adrianna violently swings the Rookie-of-the-Year’s noggin from side to side, no doubt scrambling the blonde’s senses. She shifts her grip to a wrist and pivots, addressing Astrid’s body to a distant set of buckles. With a grunting heave, Papadopolous Irish whips Astrid across the squared circle, White’s long strides eating up the distance in short order until she turns and takes the rattling impact into her spine. The collision leaves Astrid still upright, if barely. Her arms are thrown over the top ropes on either side and she slumps, showing the wear of flouting the wishes of FAWN’s deity.
Adrianna confirms White has the stubbornness to remain vertical before charging. The Greek closes the gap quickly, her curvy frame divine in its motion. From a few feet out, Pappy launches and, despite Astrid’s height, BURIES White under an avalanche from Olympus, the ‘smack’ of body to body audible. The impact is forceful enough to ‘turn off’ the majestic, glossy stems of the amazon and she drops to her backside, those long limbs now extended in front of her. Her baby blues glassy, Astrid’s head wobbles on a loosened neck. A beaming Adrianna, seeing the blonde in her proper place, turns to present her divine rump a few inches in front of Astrid’s face.
“You will now get a taste of heaven.”
Addy backs it up, her cheeks stuffed into the dazed features of the Icelandic amazon. Papadoplous thrusts emphatically enough, Astrid’s nose parts her cheeks slightly through her garb. The Goddess begins to scrub the defiance from the chastened mortal, sweeping her hips to buffet White’s mug with her celestial ass.
From beneath, White’s muffled voice emerges with a “MMPPPHHMMM”. Her palms press against Adrianna’s hips, trying to shove the Goddess off her, but with little effect. As the push from Astrid grows less coordinated, Adrianna shuffles forward, revealing the greasy face of the disoriented blonde, her azure eyes cloudy.
“So much easier to worship,” Adrianna says to a wide-eyed Al. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would,” he responds.
Addy dips and collects the shellshocked White, finding it somewhat difficult to lift deadweight of Astrid’s lengthy proportions. Getting White to a sloppy vertical, Adrianna dips an arm through her foe’s long lower limbs and scoops Astrid into her arms in a cross-body carry. Pappy places what’s left of White horizontally across the top ropes then climbs to the middle versions, snatching Astrid up once she’s in place.
Knowing her finishing ‘Who’s Yer Pappy?’ and a divine victory was moments away, the crowd noise increased. Adrianna had spent most of her career sending mortals to Hades with her hellaciously elevated fallaway slam and it seemed that there would be one more name chalked on it’s list of victims tonight. The crowd’s only slim hope of the contest continuing came when White’s eyes slammed back open and her pale and abused body started to wriggle in the Goddess’ grasp.
“Accept your fate, mortal,” Adrianna intoned, squeezing tight on that squirming burden and bouncing a little in preparation for the finisher. But Astrid didn’t look very accepting of anything, pawing weakly at the Greek’s arms. That didn’t have the desired effect, but White’s other limbs seemed far better placed. One of those long legs curled up, the knee slamming into Pappy’s side from a few feet away.
Visibly rocked to one side by the shot, Papadopolous snarled and held her feet, lifting up and bridging back to complete her manoeuvre. Or at least that was the plan, but halfway up White landed another knee which sent both women off their expected flight path. With no leverage Astrid just spun through the air, coming to a painful halt on with her bum on the apron. Addy’s fall was flatter, crashing down on her back in the ring with the breath knocked out of her.
Despite this nasty drop it was the Greek who showed that she had more energy, biting down the pain of the fall and scrambling back to her knees, keen not to allow her opponent any space. White had dropped off the apron and staggered off around the ring, those long legs looking distinctly Bambi-like after all that abuse. Pappy followed her, stalking behind and then charging in only to be impaled by a well-timed mule kick from the staggering Stranger.
The divine Greek was doubled down, taking a few stutter steps backwards. Astrid stormed around and grabbed hold of the shorter woman’s neck as Addy tried to stand back up. The momentum allowed her to hop up and then drop back down, dragging Papadopolous’ torso along with her and smashing that heavenly chest into her kneepad with another kneesmash.
Chestbuster Kneesmash
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXCfG4csyEI
Adrianna reeled backwards, But White managed to keep hold of her and yank back again. This time her knee was a little lower, slamming into Papadopolous’ prodigious chest! This blow to her boobs on top of the previous abuse was enough to get an audible groan from the Goddess, music to Astrd;s ears as she shovelled the brunette up onto the apron and under the bottom rope. She kept rolling, allowing the Stranger a second to catch her breath and clear her head before stepping up to follow her.
Moving to the ropes opposite her, the Icelander ran in, leaped off her feet and paid the price for underestimating Papadopolous’ divine powers of recovery. It looked as though White had been planning to deliver a running elbow, but the Goddess simple snatched her out of the air with one paw and SLAMMED her down to the ground. The brutal Counter Uranage brought a roar from the crowd and a yelp of pain from the Stranger.
“Foolish!” Adrianna yelled, Astrid showing no response except to arch her back up in a failed attempt to relieve the pain in her spine. She wasn’t left on the matt for long, the Goddess bending down and lifting her to loose standing with her head trapped between those heavenly Greek thighs. Pappy leaned forwards, wrapping around the lanky Blonde’s torso and lifting her up again, this time into classic Powerbomb position, then turning towards the nearest corner.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
White’s pale form was smeared into the turnbuckles/ Adrianna took a few seconds to check on her top and smooth her bottoms, then backed up, placing herself in the opposite corner. Zeroing in on the splattered Scandinavian she sprinted forwards, both arms out for the mother of all avalanche splashes. But her freight-train charge derailed spectacularly three-quarters of the way across the ring when the Stranger paced one foot forwards and whirled around, producing her signature kick from waaaaay out of leftfield and sending the heel of her boot in a lethal arc which thumped into the Olympian’s jaw.
Icebreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bnQti8eJuM
Momentum carried Adrianna’s body forwards even as her head was snapped back, sending her almost horizontal in the air before crashing onto her back. She looked ripe for pinning, but White had collapsed herself, dropping onto her side while her lungs huffed in air and her eyes blinked desperately to clear the cobwebs.
Al Carpenter’s count had reached six before either woman moved, and it was the Icelander who showed the first bit of life. One long arm reached out to grab the second rope and she hauled herself upwards with a wince. A few yards away and a few seconds later, Adrianna flopped over onto her front and tried the same trick, using the ropes as a ladder to get to her knees, but no further.
Burning reserves of energy she didn’t even know she possessed, Astrid focussed in on the genuflecting Goddess and started forwards. Her gait was laboured and she couldn’t’ quite reach her full speed, but she was still carrying serious momentum when she hopped off one foot and bicycled the same knee. The bony joint smashed clean into the side of that divine face, Sending Papadopolous sprawling bonelessly into the ropes.
No audience would ever describe Astrid White as one of their favourites, but there was still an audible gasp when that execution-style knee-strike connected, and then a much louder collective losing of their shyt. Characteristically the Stranger paid no real attention to this, she was too busy dragging Papadopolous’s semi-conscious form back upright. That verticality lasted only a second though, White scooping her up into a very wobbly and tired-looking Fireman’s Carry then wearily shifting grip on her legs.
The Stranger’s finisher was usually one of the few times she’d acknowledge the crowd. But after a thorough ass-kicking and a literal ass-scrubbing from one of the most legendary women in the promotion it didn’t’ look like White had any patience for theatrics. Instead she used those last fumes of adrenaline to go up on tiptoes and spin her package outwards before dropping to her butt. Adrianna fell the full six feet and landed with a wet THUMP with her head and shoulders slamming down between Astrid’s splayed legs.
Fear Itself
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEvjRW8KyZw
Astrid kept a grip on one Greek leg and leaned forwards. The usurped Goddess was stacked with her shoulders firmly on the matt and that formerly dominant ass high in the air. Carpenter was there immediately, dropping to his knees to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
As soon as he gestured to the timekeeper White let go of the pin, falling to her back in a pained starfish. Adrianna did the same, flopping to her back and staying there with only her fluttering eyelids and heaving chest showing that she was still alive. Both exhausted women stayed there for at least twenty second while the FAWNatics exploded around them, but eventually the victor sat up, wiping distractedly at her face with one hand.
“The world can see you are no goddess,” she said tiredly. “Learn to accept this.” It wasn’t clear whether Adrianna was paying any attention, having rolled over ready to escape the ring. But the ringside mics picked it up, which in turn meant that FAWN’s message boards carried the debate on for some time.
Traditionally such a war of attrition might have meant at least some further action after the bell. But Adrianna was already leaving and Astrid didn’t seem to have either the energy or the interest to pursue the penitent Greek, instead tiredly crossing her legs and sitting with her head bowed. She did lift one arm a few inches though, and Al Carpenter had refereed enough of her matches by now to know what she was expecting. He crouched down beside her and raised that wrist upwards, White raising her chin at the same time so that the audience could see her face.
After another fifteen seconds the Stranger lightly tugged her wrist out of the referee’s grip and bent it at the elbow, fingers splaying to form her ‘A’ sigil. This was held for a few seconds, then she dropped to the matt again, rolling gingerly out under the ropes and to the floor. On either side of the aisle the fans continued their racket, cheers mingling with a few boos, both of which White ignored as she made her way back up the ramp and through the curtain.
Any response from the crowd was drowned by the four thumping bass heartbeats which rocked through the speakers, the lights dimming in response. A huge pair of hyper-realistic eyes opened up on the ‘tron, blinking and focusing slightly as the song’s bass-driven chaos was joined by a surprisingly delicate vocal. The woman herself made an appearance soon after; picked out in a spotlight among twilight. Face hooded, she looked impossibly tall and slender in the low lighting as she set off on a slow, methodical stride to the ring.
BRENNEISTEINN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc6zXSdYXm8
For what was possibly the highest-profile match of her burgeoning FAWN career she wore midnight blue lycra boyshorts, framing those impossibly long and well toned legs. Her top was mostly covered by the dark leather jacket, but the opening exposed a white meshed top covering the modest swell of her chest, as well as a glimpse of sharply defined stomach.
ASTRID WHITE
The Stranger reached the ring and carried on around to the back, stepping up on the apron in one stride and slipping through the strands, she made her way to one corner and ascended the second turnbuckle just as her music again paused. On the final bass heartbeat the lights flared back on, and White flicked her hood back at the same time to reveal her sharply contoured face framed by an artfully wavy blonde bob. She flashed a hand over one grey-green eye, tilting her head to form an ‘A’ sigil, matched by a few fans in the audience.
“And her opponent…from Lamia, Greece. Standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her time off among the immortals, like a deity gazing down from the heights. Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty, Addy in a black version of her original attire, only appropriate for a member of Emily West’s Black Court. In fact Adrianna’s first solo appearance in some time is only a reminder that she isn’t only part of FAWN’s most dominant tag team but was also arguably the greatest intercontinental champion in the promotion’s history.
Pappy adjusts her revealing bikini top, while the accompanying short, black, pleated skirt gives the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of blue panties still remaining beneath from her pre-Court days. Her elbow-pads and boots were also basic black, but with such divine curves on display it was hard to pay attention to such relatively earthy details.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally ticked at the audience’s vile reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess made flesh.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle and the brunette makes her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at the Scandinavian, then slides through the ropes before giving Dagger another closer once over. The olive-skinned Greek offers Olympic poses, showing off her assets, of which there are many, her gorgeous outline silencing the crowd before she settles in the middle of the ring, waiting for the bell.
Perhaps unsurprisingly it was the Goddess who stepped regally out to start proceedings. Claiming the center of the ring and striking a pose made all the more Olympian by those statuesque curves, Adrianna pointed to her opponent for the evening and beckoned her forwards. “Cowering in the corner will not help you mortal,” she intoned. “Come forth and face your goddess!”
No immediate verbal response from Astrid, although she did step out from the buckles and start circling cautiously, keeping those grey-green eyes locked on the shorter woman as she closed in. The Stranger darted forwards and ‘pwak’ed a short kick into the Greek woman’s sturdy thigh, those long legs carrying her away before Pappy could retaliate.
A growl escaped the Goddess’s lips and she stepped forwards, earning another swift leg kick as the blonde danced out of range again. This time Adrianna didn’t follow, standing up to her full height and reaching a hand out again. “Your cowardly attacks are nothing more than the buzzing of flies!” she snarled, “stand and face the power of a godDULPH!”
A white muay thai boot swung up and hammered into Pappy’s seriously overflowing bikini top, sending her back a half-step. “You are not a goddess, Ms Papadopolous” White said quietly, her leg dropping back then swinging out for another strike. “You are a woman deluded by your own feARGH!”
Blocking the blonde’s second kick attempt with one arm, Adrianna raised the other and hammered a forearm into the Stranger’s far more modest chest. “And you are an insignificant worm who will shortly be crushed beneath my might!” A second forearm shot thudded into Astrid’s sternum, thrusting her back a few paces with the Olympian brunette chasing after her.
Since she couldn’t back away from the powerful Goddess, Astrid instead stepped up to her and swung her arm, folding it so that the bony tip of her elbow pancaked the Greek’s boob. Adrianna let out a hiss and fired yet another clubbing forearm into White’s torso. The Arctic Assassin swayed back with the blow and then hopped forwards again, pistoning one knee up to bury into the tanned expanse of Papadopolous’ belly.
Goddess or not, Adrianna couldn’t help but pitch forward from the blow to her midriff, and White made matters even worse by pushing down on the back of her head and swinging another knee up, this one thumping yet again into the brunette’s chest. Growling, Pappy tried to rise back to her full height only for the Stranger to hang on tight to her head and drop to one knee, driving that divine face into the bony joint.
Facebreaker Kneelift
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaGg9GXsmM0
Papadopolous reeled backwards from the impact but held her feet, taking several heavy steps back and blinking a few times to clear her rattled brainbox. She was still preoccupied with this as Astrid stalked up and swung out a straight kick which snapped into the Greek Goddess’ ribcage.
The strike was stiff enough to have put most of the roster on their ass, but Addy hadn’t become a multi-division champ by being ordinary. She proved it by not only staying on her feet but actively backing into the ropes and then using their momentum to charge forward. The sheer resilience seemed to take the Stranger by surprise, and she barely mounted a defence as the storming brunette ran at her and leaped into a thumping Running Clothesline.
Flattened by the strike, White rolled to her tummy and scrambled back to her feet. Or at least that was what she’d planned; about halfway to vertical she felt strong hands grab at her hair and her bottoms, holding her in place for a second. Then she was forcibly yanked, the Greek hauling upwards and dropping down hard to one knee.
Astrid’s alabaster stomach was impaled across one heavenly knee, the Icelander making a ‘whoulfff’ sound as the air was driven from her. But Pappy kept a tight hold of her wriggling burden as she stood up and dropped into a second Gutbuster. This time the only noise was the sickening thud of tummy on bone, but still the Goddess Made Flesh wasn’t satisfied, lifting and dropping for a third time to leave the Stranger bent and limp over her posted knee.
Triple Gutbuster
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuUkTIJZG9g
It looked as though Astrid would have stayed draped across that tanned Grecian flank for some time, her stomach thoroughly caved in by the powerful assault. But Adrianna had other ideas, clubbing a big forearm shot into the Stranger’s back to send her flopping to the canvas. The Olympian placed one boot either side of her pale victim then reached down to clasp her hands under White’s chin, lifting upwards and sitting back into a simply divine Camel Clutch!
“You seek to defy a goddess, and now you will feel my wrath!” Adrianna intoned to her squirming victim. “Squeal for me now, mortal, and perhaps I shall be merciful.” Astrid waved a finger at Al Carpenter as he came over to check on her, then formed that hand into a claw and reached back towards Pappy’s knees. “You...are NOT a goddess” she growled, working her fingers into the crease of the brunette’s knee and then digging her nails into the tender flesh behind.
Adrianna let out an involuntary yelp as those talons curled into sensetive skin, one hand leaving the Stranger's chin to pry at the claw. This was immediately successful, but White used the release of pressure to squirm onto her side and swing one elbow up into the Goddess’s face. Another swing was enough to convince Pappy to abandon her hold and rear back, although not before dropping a rib-rattling hammerfist down onto Astrid’s side.
“Do not awake the anger of an Olympian, fool” she hissed. White’s only response was to swing one long leg up behind her, the unorthodox but effective strike sending her boot clunking into the brunettes crown. Pappy pitched forwards onto all fours and the Stranger swiftly wriggled out from beneath her then rolling to all fours.
Both women started in the same relative position but the Arctic Assassin was much faster to her feet. She took advantage of this with a stiff Soccer Kick which slammed into Pappy’s spine. The Grecian hissed and clambered to her knees and halfway to her feet, meaning that the next strike buried Astrid’s boot squarely into divine derriere!
Hands dropping to massage the ache in her booty, Pappy was easy prey as the Stranger ghosted u behind and hooked in a waistlock. She leaned forwards a little so that her lips were close to the brunette’s ear. “Goddesses do not yelp when someone kicks their bottom, Ms Papadopolous,” she commented. Adrianna seemed set to respond by driving her head backwards, but before the headbutt could land White braced her feet and lifted up and backwards, letting go at the top of her reach for a textbook Release German Suplex.
The Lamia Lovely crunched into the matt on her shoulders and neck, completing an enforced back somersault to end up on all fours. She didn’t stay in that position for long, rising up while Astrid still had her back turned and darting forwards only to come to a juddering halt again courtesy of a pinpoint Mule Kick from the Icelander.
“You are just a woman, Ms Papadopolous”, the Stranger informed, turning to hook in a facelock. Adrianna’s powerful legs flexed and she tried to explode upwards, but White dropped a sharp elbow onto her spine to keep her in place before continuing. “Just a woman driven to delusion.”
Whether or not the self-styled Goddess wished to respond, she wasn’t given a chance. Astrid lifted one lovely long stem up behind herself then swung forwards, using the momentum to drop to her back and spike Papadopolous’s head into the canvas-covered plywood. She completed a messy somersault to sprawl onto her back while the blonde floated over on top of her.
Ice Flow DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu8A-xy2Yow
Hooking one leg up, the Stranger pulled back as tight as she could to press Pappy’s shoulders to the matt. Even Carpenter seemed a little surprised that she was going for a pin on such a notoriously tough opponent this early in the match, but there was no delay as he dropped to the matt and slapped…
ONE…
TWO…
The Goddess shows she has at last one more life than most mortals rocked by the Ice Flow, shifting a shoulder off the canvas and rolling to her side. Astrid kneels on her haunches next to the devious deity. She gazes coolly before sinking a set of nails into Adrianna’s long dark locks and drags the dazed Greek to vertical, Pappy on rubbery legs. Shifting her grip to a wrist, the towering blonde heaves her olive-skinned opponent across the ring and to the opposite corner. Papadopolous turns into a savage collision, back to buckles. Still, she remains upright, throwing her arms over the top rope on either side to keep her slack frame from taking a seat.
Moving instantly in response, the Icelandic amazon isn’t the speediest across the squared circle, but she might be the most majestic, wide strides eating up the yards until she raises a big boot from several feet out and PLANTS it into the chin of the Goddess, dispensing some White Heat to the faltering brunette. Head swiveled violently from the kick, Addy staggers drunkenly out of the corner with Astrid stalking deliberately from behind. She quickly catches the wobbling Goddess, wrapping an arm around the neck of Adrianna. Ferociously, she pivots and rips Papadopolous backward, sending the Greek beauty’s back crashing across her side.
Headlock Backbreaker (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF3cgmCnhRU )
The busty brunette spills to her hip, Astrid genuflecting next to the groaning Greek.
“It’s a long fall from Mount Olympus, Ms. Papadopolous. Is it not?”
Astrid mounts the splayed Goddess in a kneeling, forward-facing straddle of her waist, forcing Pappy’s back flat to the canvas then leaning her palms atop the Grecian warrior’s shoulders with a schoolgirl pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Adrianna kicks her way out of the predicament, rolling to her chest and starting to slither away, not wasting any breath on firing back a verbal repartee. Astrid rises to her full 73 inches and strides after the former tag champion, planting a boot between Adrianna’s shoulderblades to immobilize her, Pappy’s upper limbs pulling and lower limbs pushing but her torso not moving an inch under Icelandic heel.
Astrid looks out upon the masses.
“This is a Goddess? Or is it a beaten woman?”
Adrianna manages to roll to her back. She momentarily pins herself in the process, but in so turning, she can wrap both palms around an ankle of her foe and spin to the side, tripping the towering blonde to the mat. Rolling up to her feet, Astrid’s left ankle still in her possession, Pappy mounts the Amazon in a crouching reverse straddle. Addy curls both the leg and, quickly enough, the spine of her foe with a Single-Leg Boston Crab. She settles into a seat atop Astrid’s shoulderblades to increase the pressure, using the incredible length of the alabaster-skinned stem against White.
Single-leg Boston Crab
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkrAzY0XtAk
Carpenter drops to the canvas, going eyes to crystal blue eyes with Astrid, asking the Stranger if she wants to give in. The Icelandic grappler remains as stoic as possible, Adrianna wringing a teeth-clenching wince out of the Astrid but nothing more.
“I will rip your leg free and leave you with a stump, mortal,” Pappy grunts between heaving breaths, her Double-Ds working in overdrive to draw oxygen within the deity’s lungs.
Despite the Grecian’s best efforts, the leg remains attached, an emphatic ‘NO’ from Astrid to another of Al’s inquiries convincing the Divine One this daughter of Oden needs more persuading to capitulate to the only entity who deserves the adoration of man, woman, and child.
Adrianna stands and throws Astrid’s leg to the canvas, White’s knee banging loudly against the thinly-sheathed plywood. The Stranger cradles the long lithe limb close as the Goddess hovers over the earthly blonde, deciding what further torture the blasphemous mortal deserves. Pappy snatches the ankle of the aching gam, stretching out the limitless limb, then using it like a bullwhip, sending a painful oscillation through the stem. Astrid shoots to a seated position, grimacing but again withholding the auditory satisfaction Adrianna is seeking. The Goddess lifts the leg higher and begins stomping on the hamstring, blasting away at the back of White’s sinewy thigh.
With Astrid reaching but unable to break Addy’s grip, the Goddess tugs White toward a corner like the superior being she is. Pappy drops to the canvas and slides out of the squared circle with the limb still in her custody. Pappy tugs White’s impossibly long legs on either side of the steel ring post and hauls back so the Stranger’s crotch is RAMMED into the unforgiving metal rod. The collision finally draws a cry from the normally impassive Icelandic blonde. Addy then gets to work, crossing the captured limbs in a familiar figure of four around the metal then climbing on and locking down.
Figure Four around the ringpost
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5F0UWq7I-s @4:27
“Proclaim me your Goddess,” Adrianna shouts. “Scream it to the heavens and I may forgive you your transgressions!”
Astrid’s howls aren’t so specific, her ivory-skinned stems nearing the snapping point from the abuse of the immortal Adrianna. Al slides to the outside to get on the floor and start his count on the Olympian. There’s an unfortunate delay that gives Addy double the four-count she should have. With Carpenter closing in on a disqualification, Addy releases and drops softly to the floor. She rolls to her feet and slides back into the gladiatorial arena, the crowd disrespecting the Goddess with their jeers every step of the way.
The Stranger slides away from her vulnerable post position, legs pushing against the canvas to move her toward the middle. Rolling to her side, Astrid grasps at her throbbing left knee with one hand and her undercarriage with the other. She’s ‘assisted’ to a hobbling vertical stance by the Divine One who slips alongside her foe, dips her head under a limp arm of the Amazon while wrapping an arm around the blonde’s left leg to launch the defiler up and over in a ring-rattling Olympic Slam.
Olympic Slam
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmXpQ7QRfUA
Addy is stunned for a moment from the landing, but the Goddess is in much better shape than the blonde, recovering quickly and sliding her curvy frame over the long lean six-plus-footer, ending in a lateral press and hooking the injured left leg of her foe for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Everyone in the arena thought that White was finished after that hellacious slam. And that might be why the crowd became considerably louder than they usually did for the Icelander when her hand and shoulder jerked up off the canvas at the last possible instant. She flopped over onto her side, eyes wide, mouth gasping in air while both hands crossed over her chest.
Above her the Goddess knelt up and fixed Al Carpenter with glare which hit like a thunderbolt. “Everyone present is witness to my triumph…” she growled, holding three fingers up. “Do you wish to learn what happens when people defy their goddess?”
“It was close, but it was two,” Carpenter confirmed, raising the corresponding digits. Papadopolous’ glare became even more furious, but she showed the composure of a deity in refocusing back to the task at hand. Astrid was still slopped on the matt blinking cobwebs from her eyes and trying to recover. But the Greek wasn’t willing to allow her the opportunity, standing up and driving a sharp stomp down onto that hurt knee joint.
Yelping, White rolled away and possumed onto her back, stalked by an angry Goddess. Papadopoulos reached down, intending to lift her up for a match-ending slam, and instead ate an unorthodox but surprisingly effective grounded kick to her knee. A second unorthodox strike buried into Pappy’s sternum, pushing her back. A lesser woman might have given up at this point but Arianna again proved her pedigree by backing off to the ropes, charging forwards again and leaping to bring the full force of her heavily derriere down into White’ midriff.
SEATED SENTON
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qygsbl8FZzw
Stomach crushed under her fellow European’s ridiculous curves, Astrid wriggled her upwards and tried to push at the brunette’s legs, hoping to get some space. But Adrianna simply leaned down to pressing her full weight onto White’s much more slender torso, then and knelt up to mount over her. One Greek arm was raised up and then smashed down from the heavens, the Hammerfist smashing straight into Astrid’s jaw!
“Tremble before my magnificence, heathen!” she crowed, firing a second forearm out into the hasty guard White had thrown up to protect her face. “Proclaim me as your true goddess and perhaps I will shooOOOAGH NO!”
Unimpressed both by the brunette’s words and by her statuesque figure, Astrid reached up with both hands and took two handfuls of the tender and barely-covered meat of Pappy’s breasts. A pair of white-knuckle squeezes bought a high and decidedly un-divine squeal from the curvy Greek, and she quickly abandoned both her mount and her forearm shots in order to pry at those invading wrists. She rose to her feet with White still in tow, finally getting enough leverage to shove the Stranger off and then furiously massaging her aching cleavage.
Her attempts were swiftly overtaken by White, storming back into the fray and launching a crescent kick which might well have decapitated the shorter woman if she hadn’t reflexively flinched away at the last second. Undeterred by the close miss white moved in further, ‘THWAPPING a short kick into the meat of Papadopolous’ thigh and then pressing forwards again to launch a big elbow smash right into that aching décolletage.
A lesser woman might have backed off to tend to her tits, but Adrianna was a multiple-time champion and proved it by storming forwards and launching an elbow of her own, which THUMPED into white’s sternum. Unfortunately for her this just gave Astrid a little more room to work in, the muay-thai practitioner launching two short knee strikes into either side of the Greek’s ribcage, then a spinning backfist into her jaw. The signature flurry was finished with a roundhouse aimed square at those battered boobs, the Stranger’s boot thumping into soft flesh and driving the Goddess to her ass.
Fear of the Unknown
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJdulb52n2Y
Adrenaline now flowing, the Stranger stomped over to her grounded opponent and slammed yet another kick (this one of the ‘soccer’ variety) into Papadopolous’s chest. The greek groaned and rolled away onto all fours, trying to scrabble back to vertical only for White to hop up and bring both knees down on the small of the Goddess’ tanned back. Addy was driven into the matt face down with the Icelander climbing to her feet and looming above.
“Confronting your delusions with words seems ineffective,” Astrid mused. Pappy started to rise again and was shoved back down on her front. “No, Ms Papadopolous, I’m afraid it is I who will decide when you are allowed to get up. Perhaps that will help you to recognise your feARGH!”
Instead of making a third attempt to get to her knees, the Goddess simply rolled over and fired out a clubbing short punch which landed juuuust above the line of Astrid’s trunks. It wasn’t the most heinous of low blows but it was more than enough to drive White away, Pappy clambering to her feet and chasing after her.
Astrid was still adjusting her togs when the vengeful Greek stormed over and placed one hand around her throat. The Goddess snugged up alongside the taller woman and lifted up for an Uranage which…disintegrated when White fired a nasty looking elbow into the side of Pappy’s throat. Adrianna abandonded her slam and gagged at the vicious blow, leaving the Stranger free to hook around her neck and then drop to her knees. The Scandinavian Glima throw drove Papadopolous into an awkward spine-first impact across Astrid’s torso!
Adrianna slumped to the mat and then arched up as if it was electrified, both hands massaging at the abused area by the small of her back. This left the Greek easy prey for Astrid, who knelt behind her and then wrapped those perfect porcelain stems around her trim waist. It was the work of a moment to reach one arm aroudnt he alleged goddess’ throat, and with this hook secure the Stranger simply leaned back and yanked on both ends of her signature hold.
Fear of the Dark
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU5l6-fiEd4
“I cannot deny that you are a powerful fighter, Ms Papadopolous,” White purred to her hurting victim. “But I can prove you are not divine. Right now you are fully within my power, forced to gag and wail by a superior woman. Tell me, does that sound like a goddess to you?"
"Feel free to answer by tapping out."
The Goddess struggles to respond verbally, Astrid’s bicep tight to her throat making it nigh impossible, but signaling surrender is not an option for the busty brunette. She wriggles and writhes, eventually building enough slack to slowly spin in the near death grip of the Icelandic amazon. Once turned, she forces forward, rolling the six-footer to her back for the…
ONE…
TWO…
White’s forced to give up her remaining front facelock grip to avoid the pinfall, but shoves Papadopolous off easily after doing so. She unfolds her long lean frame to vertical quicker than the still somewhat dizzied deity. With Adrianna on one knee, her position appearing a kneel in supplication before the mortal, the Divine One answers a grasp of her long dark locks with a thunderous low blow. The pendulum-like forearm SLAMS into White’s crotch, lifting the already skyscraping Astrid a couple inches higher as she moves to tiptoes, her face etched in pain.
With FAWN’s Rookie of the Year frozen, mouth agape, a groaning Addy pushes to her feet and delivers a toe kick DEEP into the long expanse of Astrid’s midriff. The blonde is bent at the waist and the Goddess possesses White’s tummy with an enveloping wrap of her arms.
Showing the strength that convinced a few in the audience to look past her inhumane tactics and bow down to their Goddess, the Greek grappler launches the amazon off the canvas in a forward flip. She secures White across her right shoulder, half of the long physique on one side, her legs dangling down the back. Steadying her foe for an instant, Pappy sends Astrid whipping back from whence she came and dropping on bended knee, the bony cap THRUSTS into the pit of White’s stomach with an Elevated Gutbuster.
Elevated Gutbuster
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgRAAI9dPqI
White flops to the canvas, face pinched in pain as she wraps her long arms around her aching abdomen, Adrianna hovering above.
“Have you learned not to blaspheme against me?”
Defiantly, Astrid grunts out a soft “no”, adding a brief shake of her head.
“Very well.”
The olive-skinned warrior dips to collect Astrid by her braincase and tug the mortal to her feet. Pivoting, Addy shifts her grip to a ¾ facelock and appears ready to snap mare White back to the canvas. But in fact, the resident of Olympus has something much more emphatic in mind. Instead, she PLANTS the crown of the six-footer’s skull into the deck like a lawn dart, drawing a loud ‘OOOOH’ from the FAWNatics and a series of twitching spasms from the face-down, Icelandic blonde.
Snapmare Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xas0-oCch9g
The curvy heavenly creation uses a half-nelson to roll what’s left of the foolish mortal to her back and plants a domineering knee in the cleft of the blonde’s bosom to claim her prize at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOO!
White throws a shoulder up, momentarily confusing the Goddess. She turns to Carpenter who holds up two fingers. There’s more a look of shock than anger and Papadopolous stares down at the stirring Astrid, who’s rolled to chest and pushes to all fours, defiant if damaged. Pappy turns to Al quizzically.
“She continues to defy me.”
The man offers a shrug. “She does.”
Unhappy with the confirmation, the Goddess–made-flesh turns to a rising Astrid and sinks her nails into White’s scalp before her foe can extend to her full height. Adrianna violently swings the Rookie-of-the-Year’s noggin from side to side, no doubt scrambling the blonde’s senses. She shifts her grip to a wrist and pivots, addressing Astrid’s body to a distant set of buckles. With a grunting heave, Papadopolous Irish whips Astrid across the squared circle, White’s long strides eating up the distance in short order until she turns and takes the rattling impact into her spine. The collision leaves Astrid still upright, if barely. Her arms are thrown over the top ropes on either side and she slumps, showing the wear of flouting the wishes of FAWN’s deity.
Adrianna confirms White has the stubbornness to remain vertical before charging. The Greek closes the gap quickly, her curvy frame divine in its motion. From a few feet out, Pappy launches and, despite Astrid’s height, BURIES White under an avalanche from Olympus, the ‘smack’ of body to body audible. The impact is forceful enough to ‘turn off’ the majestic, glossy stems of the amazon and she drops to her backside, those long limbs now extended in front of her. Her baby blues glassy, Astrid’s head wobbles on a loosened neck. A beaming Adrianna, seeing the blonde in her proper place, turns to present her divine rump a few inches in front of Astrid’s face.
“You will now get a taste of heaven.”
Addy backs it up, her cheeks stuffed into the dazed features of the Icelandic amazon. Papadoplous thrusts emphatically enough, Astrid’s nose parts her cheeks slightly through her garb. The Goddess begins to scrub the defiance from the chastened mortal, sweeping her hips to buffet White’s mug with her celestial ass.
From beneath, White’s muffled voice emerges with a “MMPPPHHMMM”. Her palms press against Adrianna’s hips, trying to shove the Goddess off her, but with little effect. As the push from Astrid grows less coordinated, Adrianna shuffles forward, revealing the greasy face of the disoriented blonde, her azure eyes cloudy.
“So much easier to worship,” Adrianna says to a wide-eyed Al. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would,” he responds.
Addy dips and collects the shellshocked White, finding it somewhat difficult to lift deadweight of Astrid’s lengthy proportions. Getting White to a sloppy vertical, Adrianna dips an arm through her foe’s long lower limbs and scoops Astrid into her arms in a cross-body carry. Pappy places what’s left of White horizontally across the top ropes then climbs to the middle versions, snatching Astrid up once she’s in place.
Knowing her finishing ‘Who’s Yer Pappy?’ and a divine victory was moments away, the crowd noise increased. Adrianna had spent most of her career sending mortals to Hades with her hellaciously elevated fallaway slam and it seemed that there would be one more name chalked on it’s list of victims tonight. The crowd’s only slim hope of the contest continuing came when White’s eyes slammed back open and her pale and abused body started to wriggle in the Goddess’ grasp.
“Accept your fate, mortal,” Adrianna intoned, squeezing tight on that squirming burden and bouncing a little in preparation for the finisher. But Astrid didn’t look very accepting of anything, pawing weakly at the Greek’s arms. That didn’t have the desired effect, but White’s other limbs seemed far better placed. One of those long legs curled up, the knee slamming into Pappy’s side from a few feet away.
Visibly rocked to one side by the shot, Papadopolous snarled and held her feet, lifting up and bridging back to complete her manoeuvre. Or at least that was the plan, but halfway up White landed another knee which sent both women off their expected flight path. With no leverage Astrid just spun through the air, coming to a painful halt on with her bum on the apron. Addy’s fall was flatter, crashing down on her back in the ring with the breath knocked out of her.
Despite this nasty drop it was the Greek who showed that she had more energy, biting down the pain of the fall and scrambling back to her knees, keen not to allow her opponent any space. White had dropped off the apron and staggered off around the ring, those long legs looking distinctly Bambi-like after all that abuse. Pappy followed her, stalking behind and then charging in only to be impaled by a well-timed mule kick from the staggering Stranger.
The divine Greek was doubled down, taking a few stutter steps backwards. Astrid stormed around and grabbed hold of the shorter woman’s neck as Addy tried to stand back up. The momentum allowed her to hop up and then drop back down, dragging Papadopolous’ torso along with her and smashing that heavenly chest into her kneepad with another kneesmash.
Chestbuster Kneesmash
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXCfG4csyEI
Adrianna reeled backwards, But White managed to keep hold of her and yank back again. This time her knee was a little lower, slamming into Papadopolous’ prodigious chest! This blow to her boobs on top of the previous abuse was enough to get an audible groan from the Goddess, music to Astrd;s ears as she shovelled the brunette up onto the apron and under the bottom rope. She kept rolling, allowing the Stranger a second to catch her breath and clear her head before stepping up to follow her.
Moving to the ropes opposite her, the Icelander ran in, leaped off her feet and paid the price for underestimating Papadopolous’ divine powers of recovery. It looked as though White had been planning to deliver a running elbow, but the Goddess simple snatched her out of the air with one paw and SLAMMED her down to the ground. The brutal Counter Uranage brought a roar from the crowd and a yelp of pain from the Stranger.
“Foolish!” Adrianna yelled, Astrid showing no response except to arch her back up in a failed attempt to relieve the pain in her spine. She wasn’t left on the matt for long, the Goddess bending down and lifting her to loose standing with her head trapped between those heavenly Greek thighs. Pappy leaned forwards, wrapping around the lanky Blonde’s torso and lifting her up again, this time into classic Powerbomb position, then turning towards the nearest corner.
Turnbuckle Powerbomb
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-FHsWEAXng
White’s pale form was smeared into the turnbuckles/ Adrianna took a few seconds to check on her top and smooth her bottoms, then backed up, placing herself in the opposite corner. Zeroing in on the splattered Scandinavian she sprinted forwards, both arms out for the mother of all avalanche splashes. But her freight-train charge derailed spectacularly three-quarters of the way across the ring when the Stranger paced one foot forwards and whirled around, producing her signature kick from waaaaay out of leftfield and sending the heel of her boot in a lethal arc which thumped into the Olympian’s jaw.
Icebreaker
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bnQti8eJuM
Momentum carried Adrianna’s body forwards even as her head was snapped back, sending her almost horizontal in the air before crashing onto her back. She looked ripe for pinning, but White had collapsed herself, dropping onto her side while her lungs huffed in air and her eyes blinked desperately to clear the cobwebs.
Al Carpenter’s count had reached six before either woman moved, and it was the Icelander who showed the first bit of life. One long arm reached out to grab the second rope and she hauled herself upwards with a wince. A few yards away and a few seconds later, Adrianna flopped over onto her front and tried the same trick, using the ropes as a ladder to get to her knees, but no further.
Burning reserves of energy she didn’t even know she possessed, Astrid focussed in on the genuflecting Goddess and started forwards. Her gait was laboured and she couldn’t’ quite reach her full speed, but she was still carrying serious momentum when she hopped off one foot and bicycled the same knee. The bony joint smashed clean into the side of that divine face, Sending Papadopolous sprawling bonelessly into the ropes.
No audience would ever describe Astrid White as one of their favourites, but there was still an audible gasp when that execution-style knee-strike connected, and then a much louder collective losing of their shyt. Characteristically the Stranger paid no real attention to this, she was too busy dragging Papadopolous’s semi-conscious form back upright. That verticality lasted only a second though, White scooping her up into a very wobbly and tired-looking Fireman’s Carry then wearily shifting grip on her legs.
The Stranger’s finisher was usually one of the few times she’d acknowledge the crowd. But after a thorough ass-kicking and a literal ass-scrubbing from one of the most legendary women in the promotion it didn’t’ look like White had any patience for theatrics. Instead she used those last fumes of adrenaline to go up on tiptoes and spin her package outwards before dropping to her butt. Adrianna fell the full six feet and landed with a wet THUMP with her head and shoulders slamming down between Astrid’s splayed legs.
Fear Itself
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEvjRW8KyZw
Astrid kept a grip on one Greek leg and leaned forwards. The usurped Goddess was stacked with her shoulders firmly on the matt and that formerly dominant ass high in the air. Carpenter was there immediately, dropping to his knees to count…
ONE
TWO
THREE!
As soon as he gestured to the timekeeper White let go of the pin, falling to her back in a pained starfish. Adrianna did the same, flopping to her back and staying there with only her fluttering eyelids and heaving chest showing that she was still alive. Both exhausted women stayed there for at least twenty second while the FAWNatics exploded around them, but eventually the victor sat up, wiping distractedly at her face with one hand.
“The world can see you are no goddess,” she said tiredly. “Learn to accept this.” It wasn’t clear whether Adrianna was paying any attention, having rolled over ready to escape the ring. But the ringside mics picked it up, which in turn meant that FAWN’s message boards carried the debate on for some time.
Traditionally such a war of attrition might have meant at least some further action after the bell. But Adrianna was already leaving and Astrid didn’t seem to have either the energy or the interest to pursue the penitent Greek, instead tiredly crossing her legs and sitting with her head bowed. She did lift one arm a few inches though, and Al Carpenter had refereed enough of her matches by now to know what she was expecting. He crouched down beside her and raised that wrist upwards, White raising her chin at the same time so that the audience could see her face.
After another fifteen seconds the Stranger lightly tugged her wrist out of the referee’s grip and bent it at the elbow, fingers splaying to form her ‘A’ sigil. This was held for a few seconds, then she dropped to the matt again, rolling gingerly out under the ropes and to the floor. On either side of the aisle the fans continued their racket, cheers mingling with a few boos, both of which White ignored as she made her way back up the ramp and through the curtain.