Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2018 21:30:33 GMT
An excited murmur from the crowd as the Announcer stepped back into the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Eden Prairie, Minnesota, she stands five feet six inches and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, THE REAL DEAL, KRISTY SANDERS!”
KRISTY SANDERS:
Jeers and catcalls greeted this proclamation, the latter especially appropriate considering the woman in question’s penchant for leopard print. Accompanied by Velvet Revolver’s cover of ’Psycho Killer’, Kristy stomped into view and sure enough the hardbody blonde sported her familiar skin-tight leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed, the ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots.
Regarding the filthy throng with an irritated smirk and a pair of raised middle fingers, Sanders 2.0 stormed down the ramp and made sure to run down every neckbeard, basement dweller and keyboard commando what she thought of them and this Youtube farce that’d somehow wormed her way into FAWN. Most of the signs were too dull to be worth her time, though the Minnesota Mauler found her attention drawn to one that said:
‘MACY’S GONNA SLAP THE SPOTS OUTTA YOU, LEOPARD!’
Kristy rolled her eyes. “Keep dreaming, loser. I’m going to make that little brat wail, then I’ll make sure she gets a close-up of these spots.” She started to blow him a kiss, then turned around and smacked her ass before continuing on to the ring. Electing to roll under the bottom rope instead of taking the steps, Sanders 2.0 got to her feet and offered the hard camera a double bicep flex. Certain she had everyone’s attention, she nodded in the direction of either gun, mouthing the words “LEGEND” and “KILLER”. She kissed each flexed arm. “Not to mention social media rejects that think they’re tuff enough to share my ring.”
With Kristy doing her best to intimidate Merle into forgoing the usual pad and boot inspection, the Announcer went back to work. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Amanda Jane Giardi. She hails from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as those gathered for Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd leapt to their feet for a glance at the newcomer. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain a half step behind her trainer and mentor. Armored in a bulky red & white varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so ‘Manda J could offer some last minute advice. The blonde answered with a murmur and a nod, then slipped her headgear back into place and strode down the ramp with Giardi trailing several steps behind. Unfazed as always, the slender blonde ingénue bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction but didn’t take her eyes off Kristy (save to point at the ‘spots’ sign Sanders maligned earlier).
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Duly satisfied, she turned her attention to Merle and flashed him a teasing smile as he went through his inspection. “Nothing up my sleeves, dude.” she said. “But I might have some tears on my palms before this is all over.” Merle snickered but made no comment, choosing instead to hurry away to a safe distance.
There were only three inches and eight pounds separating the competitors, yet you’d be forgiven for thinking it was twice or even three times that much given the exasperated sigh Kristy heaved to the rafters once the bell sounded. Tromping out of her corner like someone handed a task thoroughly beneath them, Sanders reached the middle of the ring and beckoned Renquist do the same. “Come on twerp, don’t waste my time. Step right up, take your best shot, then try not to bawl when I knock you on that scrawny ass.”
Arching one eyebrow ever so slightly, Macy flicked a glance at Amanda and said, “So, is this the good Sanders or the bad Sanders? I wanted the good one.”
“I know you did, but Ky was busy.” Giardi replied. “Don’t you dare sleep on Kristy though, kiddo. She’s hung losses on the likes of Sue Burlingame and Jenny Jacobs, get lazy here and she’ll spike you on your--”
“Bytch, if I have to repeat myself you are not going to like what happens next!” the Minnesota Mauler barked.
Renquist didn’t bother to suppress a smile. “Well now I’m tempted to stay. Think I should?”
“You let her trap you in the corner and I’ll beat your ass myself.”
The prospect of stereo ass-beatings didn’t sound too enticing to the Slappin’ Sensation so she hustled off the buckles and swung wide right, forcing the taller woman to turn to monitor her approach.
Sanders didn’t sigh, this time she growled low in the back of her throat. “Are we really doing this? Acting like you’ve got a chance before I MDK you straight to--”
CRA-CRAAACK!
Macy was on her in a second, the gamine blonde setting her foe’s juggs a sloshing with a pair of stinging side-boob swats. Kristy reacted quicker than most, surging through the surprise pain to snatch a double handful of the blonde’s hair. Then she jerked Renquist forward and stepped up to meet her, one knee THUMPING deep into opposing tummy. Sanders expected the little waif to double over gasping for air, so she was quite surprised when Macy laced both hands across the back of her neck and answered with a Kneelift of her own! Kristy snarled, grit her teeth and double-pumped her answer, making sure to aim the point of her knee at the lightweight’s navel. She heard the air wheezing through Renquist’s nostrils, but the clamp on her neck didn’t slacken in the slightest. In fact the blonde pulled Kristy’s head down a little farther and tacked three Kneelifts to the curves of the taller woman’s chest!
Hissing in anger as well as pain, Sanders fought against the grip to straighten herself up, then used the hair hold to force Macy to do the same. “You think you can stand against me, twerp?” she jammed another Kneelift into Renquist’s trim tummy, jerked her head from side to side and hauled the little blonde onto tiptoe so they were nose to nose. “Your little slap fight bullshyt isn’t gonna cut it tonNNNGGGHHHH!”
Macy slid her grip north so it was snug against the back of Sanders’s head. In the same motion she forced her noggin beneath the taller blonde’s chin and dropped to one knee to rock her back on her heels with a Jawbreaker. “Slap fight hasn’t even started, baby!” Renquist explained when she popped to her feet. “How do you know it won’t get the job done until I AAARRHH!”
Kristy lashed out with a looping right hand, not a Haymaker but an appropriately feline slash that saw her nails raaaaaaaake Macy’s eyes! Amanda Jane alerted the ref to Sanders’s cheap shot at once, not that Kristy gave a good goddamn. With Macy temporarily incapacitated, the domineering blonde slapped on her own Neck-Clasp, but rather than throw more knees she threw her opponent, Kristy slinging the smaller grappler through a high gorgeous arc that dropped the leopardess on her tummy and THWHAMMED Renquist down flat on her back!
FALLING BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz0SxbGfez0
Macy hit hard but rolled to seat, and, feeling the ropes against her back, grabbed hold to haul herself back to--
“OOOFFFFHHH!” Sanders swarmed her foe in the ropes with a Running Kneelift to the gut as well half a dozen punches administered to blonde forehead half a second after she’d secured a loose Headlock. “Hey, back off Kristy! She was in the ropes!” Merle sounded authoritative as he could, alas it didn’t seem to impress the Minnesota Mauler.
“You’re right, dumb-ass. She WAS in the ropes.”
Using the Headlock to prize her target off the strands, Sanders switched over to a Wristlock and sent Macy hustling into the ropes on the far side with an Irish Whip. Renquist kept her footing with no issue, yet her vision was still swimming from the eye rake and she didn’t realize the danger until she’d bounced off the ropes and by then it was far too late. Palming both hands against the blonde’s abs, Sanders got low, then launched her into the rafters. What looked like a Freefall Drop turned out far more unpleasant because Kristy shifted to the side and went down on one knee all while using a hand to guide the rookie down into a THWHUMPING landing atop the post of her thigh.
POP-UP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=846NNMwBW1s
Macy jolted violently and slopped onto her back, offering no meaningful resistance when Kristy stretched out across her chest in a snug Crossbody. Merle swooped down beside his charges to slap the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Macy shot a shoulder up at simultaneous with ‘TWO’, so Kristy palmed both shoulders and forced her down flat. Didn’t bother with a follow-up cover though, instead she snatched a handful of hair and swung a leg over to take the mount. Planted on one knee with the blonde’s head tugged off the canvas, Sanders curled her right hand into a fist and teed off on Renquist’s noggin once, twice, thrice. It would’ve been a lot more if not for the official’s caterwauling, so to deal with it she reached back, hooked Macy’s left leg behind the knee and leaned all the way forward, effectively turning the mount into a Half Matchbook good for…
MOUNTED PUNCHES & PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZz9O2CqXJI
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist escaped again, only this time she tagged Kristy with a slap across the cheek the Leopardess didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Time you learned your place, runt.” Sanders noted after smiting Macy’s rack with a heavy Forearm Smash. Renquist countered with another slap or at least tried to, Kristy caught her wrist in one hand and pie-faced her with the other. Yanking the lightweight up alongside, the Cyclone slipped an arm between Macy’s thighs and scooped her up across her chest.
“This is who’s making waves?” Kristy taunted the FAWNatics as she turned to all four sides of the ring. “This is who I have to waste my time with before I get back in the title hunt? Fine, let me remind you idiots how I treat sacks of shyt!”
With that she dipped down, leaned forward and popped her hips, Sanders slinging Renquist to the far side of the ring with a Fallaway Sla-NO! Macy adjusted in mid-flight, touched down on one shoulder and rolled through the landing to bounce to her feet while Kristy was still sitting up. Unaware of the blonde’s nimble landing, Sanders brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then spat her gum three rows back when the Slappin’ Sensation hit the ropes dead ahead and came in low with a CRAAACKING Basement Slap!
Kristy tumbled back, rolled to all fours and made it to her knees with a quickness that reminded everyone watching of her championship credentials. T’was not lost on Macy Renquist either, though she took it as a challenge to raise her own game. To that end she snuggled in on the Real Deal’s six and wrenched her arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Muscling the taller wrestler to her feet like it was no big deal, Renquist got low and peeled off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Kristy down on the back of her head and shoulders for the…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaWqwtxwYvs
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders powered loose right at ‘TWO!’ then scrambled to one knee and -- THWHAP! Macy caught her across the back of the noggin with a Bytch Slap that dropped the Leopardess to all fours just like that! “Hope you’re strong enough to keep talking a good game after a few shots.” Renquist told Kristy in the midst of hauling her to boot leather. “Most girls tend to curl up in a ball when I start swinging.
Stunned though she was, it didn’t stop Sanders from attempting to clinch with the smaller blonde. “Your hype machine doesn’t scare me, bytch. I’ll take whatever you can give and dish it back ten times UUNNNNGGHHH!”
Macy jabbed her with a quick Kneelift, then drew Kristy into a Front Facelock when she doubled over. Neutralizing Kristy’s left arm with a quick Single Underhook, Macy shifted to one side and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP her right knee into Sanders’s tummy and tit’s a good half a dozen times!
HALF HATCH KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts0Wy8NC5Jw
“Her knees are getting loose, Macy!” Amanda Jane called from her place outside the ring. “You know what to do!”
Renquist did, as evidenced by the smooth way she slid back in front of her foe, then dropped her hips and snapped Kristy over onto her back with a crisp Half Hatch Suplex! A smattering of applause from those technically minded fans in attendance as Macy maintained her hooks and bridged onto her toes to keep Sanders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QquOjbs-M3A
Sanders proved to have a bit of slappin’ power herself, as evidenced by the whistling overhead shot she delivered to Renquist’s tummy to break the bridge with a full second to spare. No one begrudged her the escape of course and the slap was a perfectly acceptable way out, but several armchair quarterbacks questioned the soundness of Kristy’s response when Macy floated over into a mount, snatched hold of the Cyclone’s slappin’ wrist, then twisted and laid out on her back with the limb scissored between her thighs in a wicked Cross Armbreaker! Sanders roared with pain, tried to roll into the hold and was promptly forced down by the smaller woman’s encroaching calves.
Ankles locked, Renquist kept her right leg snug against Kristy’s chin and chest while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaaaaanking back on her captured wrist. “Something you might not know about me, Kris.” Macy chirped to her squirming adversary. “Much as I love slappin’ faces, I hate gettin’ slapped back. I know, it’s not fair and I can’t stop you from trying, but I can make sure you pay a heavy price. By the way, wanna give?” She arched her back and pulled hard, threatening to dislocate Sanders’s elbow.
Kristy’s only response to Macy was a growled ‘f*ck you’ and she enjoyed the ref’s question of surrender entirely. Honed in on the ropes that waited perhaps six feet away, the Leopardess choked down a shriek and started to inch her way toward safety. The telltale drag of canvas against her butt told Renquist exactly what Sanders had in mind, but she made no move to halt her progress. Instead she kept working the taller blonde’s trapped arm so that Kristy would be down a limb even if she made it to safety. That’s how it went for the next fifteen seconds, Kristy gnashing and dragging her way across the mat while Macy tried to bend her left arm in new and interesting ways.
It was almost always Kylie that got the lion’s share of press in stories regarding the famous Sanders will, but Kristy proved herself equally determined, so much so that a round of applause broke out when she managed to snatch hold of the bottom strand. “Get her off me!” Kristy barked once her grip was secured. “Get this rabid little bytch off me before she RRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Macy relinquished the Cross Armbreaker without any prompting from the official, unfortunately for Sanders it was so she could straddle the prone woman’s hips and tee off on her face with a barrage of stiff slaps! Kristy instinctively covered up behind a guard, only to spit something unprintable when she realized the blonde tricked her into abandoning the rope break. Not about to trust the zebra to extricate Renquist before she got slapped out, Sanders maintained her defenses while slowly but surely maneuvering her lower body closer and closer to the--there! “BREAK!” she bellowed from behind her stinging forearms. “GODDAMMIT MERLE, GET THIS PIECE OF TRASH OFFA--”
Macy halted her campaign against Kristy’s face in favor of a single overhand shot delivered to her fluttering tummy. “Watch who you’re calling trash, asshole.” the Slappin’ Sensation warned as she rose off her cringing mount. “Or I might not stop the next time you reach the ropes.”
Sanders didn’t bother to answer, she just hooked an arm around the bottom rope and deftly excused herself to the floor. Breathing hard after the last few minutes, Kristy raked a hand through her hair and spared a quick glance around ringside in case Giardi had something sneaky in mind. Thankfully that was not the case as the Astonishing One was posted up on the other side of the ring. “You teach her that cheap shit in the ropes?” Kristy snapped at the veteran once she’d made sure Macy maintained a safe distance.
Giardi shrugged. “I taught her to exploit an opening until her opponent made her stop. Maybe you should take defense a little more seriously.”
“Oh go f*ck yourself you withered bag of--” Sanders threw herself aside at the last second, narrowly avoiding the Baseball Slide Dropkick Renquist slid under the bottom rope. Catching hold of the blonde’s ankles the instant she was clear of danger, Kristy yanked her opposition out onto the floor and CRAAACK! Macy tagged her mouth with a forehand Bytch Slap that turned Sanders’s head to one side.
“I TOLD you to watch your NNNNGGHHH!”
In no mood for anything like finesse with this infuriating little shyt, the Leopardess slammed a shoulder into Renquist’s belly, wrapped both arms around her waist and charged forward until she BWAAAANGED the blonde spine-first against the steel steps! Macy groaned and started sliding to her haunches, but she didn’t get halfway before Kristy hauled her up and wedged her own noggin between Renquist’s stems. Cupping the lightweight’s calves to keep her under control, Sanders took a step back and straightened up so that the white-clad warrior was draped down her back in most ominous fashion. “Bout time you learned a cold, hard, truth, new meat.” Kristy said it loud enough for the first several rows of FAWNatics to hear, meaning Amanda Jane heard it as well. “I can say whatever I want to whoever I want, whenever I want. And there’s not a freakin’ thing you can do about it!” Macy held a much different opinion, alas she didn’t get to voice it before Kristy busted out a quarter turn and doubled over at top speed, all the better to THAWHUMP her burden to the barely-padded floor with a huge Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O81Cj0G8EOI
Macy bounced violently, then rolled onto one side and curled up tight, both hands swaddling the back of her head. Savoring the view very much, Kristy smirked, “Enjoy looking at the lights, bytch.” This was met with a groan from Renquist and a number from the referee, so the Minnesota Mauler scraped her prey off the floor and made a brief show of muscling her under the bottom rope. In a much better mood now that she’d wrested control away from the newcomer, Kristy climbed onto the apron, grabbed the top rope in both hands and treated the crowd to a little hip waggle followed by a dismissive middle finger.
Galvanized by the boos, Sanders 2.0 resumed her grip on the strands just long enough to vault over, whereupon she let loose and DRILLED the point of her right elbow between Macy’s breasts. Renquist ‘ooooffffhed’ but couldn’t muster the energy to roll onto her side, meaning Kristy could’ve made an easy cover, but instead she grabbed the blonde’s wrist and scraped her off the canvas.
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=15SKSEEwbGM
“I’m done toying with you, princess.” Sanders growled as she shouldered Macy into the center of the ring. “If you can’t at least entertain me, I’ll have to entertain myself. At your expense of course”
She jabbed Renquist with a single short Shoulderblock to the chest, then stepped back and dropped a hip to send the reeling ingénue into the ropes… or not. Digging in her heels just about the time she should’ve released the Irish Whip, the Minnesota Mauler yanked Renquist back the way she’d came, greeting her with open arms. Only in this case it wasn’t a hug but a clench, Kristy hooking her right arm around Macy’s neck while her left slipped under the blonde’s right arm to secure a snug loop between the other woman’s shoulders. Giardi stepped forward to offer some encouragement only to keep it to herself when Sanders 2.0 muscled her burden high into the air and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM Renquist down spine-first atop the thinly sheathed plywood. Segueing to a snug Back Press while the ring (not to mention her opponent) was still shivering, Kristy hooked the near leg and leaned back into the cover while Merle counted…
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rehETkdLhSU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy raised a shoulder, earning herself at least another three seconds and a cheer from the FAWNatics in the process. Kristy Sanders was less enthused. “Tenacity without talent doesn’t make you tough, moron.” she explained after filling her hands with Renquist’s blonde hair. “It only makes you a slightly more useful tackling sled.” Dismissive though she was, Kristy still yearned to get the most from her opposition, so she hauled Macy up, drove a Toe Kick into her belly and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped both arms around Renquist’s waist and flipped her onto the point of her left shoulder. It would’ve been an excellent Canadian Backbreaker if Kristy hadn’t dipped her knees in such a way to brace Macy’s shins against her thighs.
“Protect your hands, girl!” Amanda Jane warned from outside. “Don’t let her get--dammit.”
The Leopardess broke her Waistlock, seized control of Renquist’s wrists and slooooooooooooooowly pulled them down and in until the blonde was practically clapping behind her own back. “Ask her!” Kristy demanded over the groans of anguish wrought by the Gory Special. “Ask her or I’ll break her in half!”
“What do you say, Macy? You need to call it?” Merle asked the straining battler. “Just say the word and I’ll get you out of there!”
Macy shook her head ‘no’, the only sort of resistance she could offer at the moment. “RRRRHHHHHH NO! DON’T WASTE YOUR BREATH! THIS LITTLE BYTCH ISN’T GONNA MAKE ME EEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
Kristy leaned so far forward she was practically doubled over, then quickly freed Renquist’s hands so she could capture her chin instead. Angered by the smaller woman’s resilience, Sanders straightened up enough to let Macy’s legs slide free, meaning it was nothing more than a Chinlock keeping her glued to the Real Deal’s back. The strength of Kristy’s grip was put to the test shortly thereafter when the former North American champ began to twirl, Sanders hitting peak Airplane Spin velocity in all of three rotations. There could have been several more if she hadn’t let loose to send Macy hurtling to the deck with a hellacious THWHUMP!
MS. SANDERS WILD RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqv07dkb9gg
Flattened and moaning following Ms. Sanders Wild Ride, Renquist couldn’t protect herself from Kristy’s miniature Splash or the snug Crossbody that followed immediately thereafter. Already close, Merle dove in on one knee to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
An audible sigh of relief (perhaps even surprise?) from Amanda Jane Giardi when her pupil inched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare. Far less satisfied with the near-fall, Kristy pushed to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the smaller blonde’s noggin only to drop it a second later. “F*ck it, I’m not gonna make you famous with the MDK.” She looked over at Amanda Jane and grinned. “I’ll save that for your washed up hag mentor if she tries to check on you after the bell.”
‘Manda J didn’t appreciate such talk, though she held her tongue and her position when Sanders got up and slowly made her way to the nearest corner. An increase in noise from those assembled drew Sanders’s attention over one shoulder before she stepped onto the apron, but her perusal revealed Macy rolled from her back to her belly. Confident of her plan and its timetable, the Leopardess dipped through the ropes and quickly made her way to the high rent district. Sure enough she stood tall above the squared circle several seconds before Renquist made it to all fours.
“This is the best you’ve got for me, you old bytch?” Sanders sneered down at the Pink Danger. “Try to make sure the next one’s bigger than ‘travel size’, ok?”
Giardi flipped her off so Kristy returned the favor, then shifted it in Macy’s direction. With the blonde doubled over and defenseless, Sanders sprang out into the void and kicked both legs to hip level, the back of her right thigh descending like a guillotine aimed squarely at the base of Renquist’s ne-- “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Macy spun clear, leaving Kristy to THWHUMP her tailbone against the unforgiving canvas! Bounced back to her feet by the force of that butt-busting landing, the Minnesota Mauler tiptoed her way toward the ropes, but found her progress halted when Renquist sidled in from the left and braced the back of her head against Kristy’s chest. She also hooked the leopardess’s left leg and her head, pulling up on the former and down on the latter to trap Sanders in an odd sort of cradle. Kristy got just enough time to curl her other hand in a fist, then Renquist spun out to land stretched out flat while Sanders THAWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
LIGHTING SPIRAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc9iD0eL0YM
Renquist was in perfect position to go for the cover, alas the strong blonde thwarted her efforts by clambering to boot-leather within heartbeats of her brutal landing! Startled but apparently unshaken by Kristy’s recovery, Macy snuggled in behind her target and put one hand against the small of her back while the other reached around to secure Sanders’s right wrist. Flashing a quick smile to Amanda Jane, Renquist pushed on Kristy’s back and tugged hard on her captured wrist to spin the taller woman around and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Macy loosed a cloud of sweat from Kristy’s face with a brutal overhand Slap that echoed all the way to the cheap seats. The Bytch Maker sent Sanders to the mat in a slow motion tumble, or it would have if Renquist hadn’t hooked her right leg and hoisted it just high enough to dip beneath it. Doing so dropped Kristy to her tummy and left her defenseless when Macy threaded her left leg around Sanders’s vulnerable right calf. Then she leaned forward and stretched out on the bigger wrestler’s back, using the weight of her torso to keep the pinioned limb in place. In the same breath she slipped her right arm under Sanders’s right bicep for a Half Nelson and cinched her left arm around Kristy’s throat.
“GUUUUHHHHHHRRRRRRRRK!” Sanders 2.0 gurgled and sputtered as Macy’s fusion of STF and Katahajime (henceforth to be known as the Renquisition.) tied her in an agonizing knot, Kristy braced her left hand against the mat and pushed up, trying to alleviate the very worst of the pressure.
“Don’t think so, honey.” Macy giggled as she wrenched the hold back n’ forth. “You’re not getting out until you slap that mat as hard I slapped you!”
The Leopardess shook her head ‘no’ and tried to inch her way forward, but she was down an arm and a leg and with her free hand planted on the canvas it meant escape fell to her left “AAAAAAWWWW AAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Macy wrenched back on her prey’s neck and the increased strain proved too much for Kristy, who tapped the mat once, twice, three times! Amanda Jane’s prize pupil broke her hold at the clang of the bell, Renquist popping to her feet just as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
Merle stepped in to take her hand and the blonde offered her wrist readily enough, but she didn’t let him carry out his duties it until Giardi laid claim to her other wrist. Beaming from ear to ear when the raised her hands, Macy wedged a foot under the flattened wrestler’s ribs and shoveled her onto her back. “Looks like you’re not quite ready for travel size, huh cutie?” Macy chirped. “Think I know something else you’re not ready for. But you’re gonna get it anyway.” She pulled away from coach and ref to plant a foot on either side of Kristy’s hips, facing her legs
Merle didn’t much care for the snarky gleam in the newcomer’s dark eyes and he would’ve said so if ‘Manda J hadn’t hooked his arm and led him away from the action. “Let her go, Merle. She’s earned it.”
As they watched, Renquist bent over, grabbed her foe’s ankles and pulled her legs up and back, effectively folding her in half. The ref’s unease increased a great deal when Macy dropped to her knees, all the better to plant the full weight of her backside against the trapped wrestler’s calves. “Jeeze Amanda, I don’t know about--”
“I’ll call her off if she goes too far.” the veteran interrupted. “But you won’t go too far, will you Mace?”
Macy, who’d hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of Sanders’s one piece for a single quick wedgie, looked over and grinned. “Nah. Just gonna play Lite-Brite with this big fat ass.”
Pinned in a rather unpleasant position beneath the Slappin’ Sensation, Kristy squirmed and bucked, but couldn’t find get the leverage to toss her attacker. “Get off me, bytch.” the Minnesota Mauler fumed. “Before you really piss me OOOOWWWW!”
Renquist brought both hands up and down, those makeshift paddles whistling through their descent before CRAAACKING off Sanders’s defenseless cheeks. “Wait, you mean you WEREN’T pissed before?” Macy asked once the echo of her latest shot died down. “Damn, I didn’t slap you hard enough! Here, let’s see if I can do better.”
“Don’t even think about AAAAAHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Kristy’s wails proved exceptionally long and exceptionally loud, even then they were almost lost in the non-stop CRA-CRA-CRA-CRAAACK of the scorched earth campaign Renquist waged on the cartography of those hapless cheeks.
Macy had mentioned Lite-Brite but the end result was more like a water color painting of a Key West Sunset, myriad shades of red and pink blended into something simultaneously beautiful and terrible. Rising off the mewling Leopardess only when her palms began to ache, Macy brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then took her varsity jacket from Giardi. “Didn’t sleep on her, coach.” the blonde said without a hint of irony.
“No you did not. I’m proud of you, kid. Sanders is a tough out.”
Renquist looked over her handiwork, nodded appreciatively. “She was. But those are my handprints all over her ass, which means I’m ready for another opponent.”
“Who do you want?”
“Lily Bur--”
Giardi held up a hand. “We already had this talk, Mace. FAWN brass won’t sign off on that match just yet.”
Macy sighed, time had not soothed the sting of her loss at the hands of the Star Strider. After a moment she replied, “If I can’t have Burlingame, I want a chick that’ll make me forget about her for a while. Surprise me. Challenge me.”
Amanda Jane thought it over. “I can do that.”
KRISTY SANDERS:
Jeers and catcalls greeted this proclamation, the latter especially appropriate considering the woman in question’s penchant for leopard print. Accompanied by Velvet Revolver’s cover of ’Psycho Killer’, Kristy stomped into view and sure enough the hardbody blonde sported her familiar skin-tight leopard print one-piece, the material seemingly painted on. Below the ‘skirtish’ bum-hugging bottoms of the strapless onesy was a flash of similarly spotted panties, and, not that many noticed, the ‘jungle cat’ concluded her attire with black pads and boots.
Regarding the filthy throng with an irritated smirk and a pair of raised middle fingers, Sanders 2.0 stormed down the ramp and made sure to run down every neckbeard, basement dweller and keyboard commando what she thought of them and this Youtube farce that’d somehow wormed her way into FAWN. Most of the signs were too dull to be worth her time, though the Minnesota Mauler found her attention drawn to one that said:
‘MACY’S GONNA SLAP THE SPOTS OUTTA YOU, LEOPARD!’
Kristy rolled her eyes. “Keep dreaming, loser. I’m going to make that little brat wail, then I’ll make sure she gets a close-up of these spots.” She started to blow him a kiss, then turned around and smacked her ass before continuing on to the ring. Electing to roll under the bottom rope instead of taking the steps, Sanders 2.0 got to her feet and offered the hard camera a double bicep flex. Certain she had everyone’s attention, she nodded in the direction of either gun, mouthing the words “LEGEND” and “KILLER”. She kissed each flexed arm. “Not to mention social media rejects that think they’re tuff enough to share my ring.”
With Kristy doing her best to intimidate Merle into forgoing the usual pad and boot inspection, the Announcer went back to work. “And introducing her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Amanda Jane Giardi. She hails from Blue Bay, Florida, she stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and gentlemen I give you MACY RENQUIST!”
MACY RENQUIST:
Cheers rose up alongside the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’ as those gathered for Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd leapt to their feet for a glance at the newcomer. Macy obliged them shortly thereafter, brushing through the curtain a half step behind her trainer and mentor. Armored in a bulky red & white varsity jacket and sporting an oversized pair of red headphones, Renquist pulled aside half of the latter so ‘Manda J could offer some last minute advice. The blonde answered with a murmur and a nod, then slipped her headgear back into place and strode down the ramp with Giardi trailing several steps behind. Unfazed as always, the slender blonde ingénue bobbed her head to the beat and returned the high-fives extended in her direction but didn’t take her eyes off Kristy (save to point at the ‘spots’ sign Sanders maligned earlier).
Heading for the stairs once she cleared the aisle, Macy made quick time onto the apron and through the ropes. She claimed the center of the ring in short order and expanded her fan base exponentially when she doffed the jacket to show off a strappy white two piece with pink trim and pink accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical pink, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte black. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Renquist scanned the crowd one more time before she headed to her corner where she hung up the jacket for safe keeping. The headphones came next, Macy hooking them around the post so they rested atop her jacket. Duly satisfied, she turned her attention to Merle and flashed him a teasing smile as he went through his inspection. “Nothing up my sleeves, dude.” she said. “But I might have some tears on my palms before this is all over.” Merle snickered but made no comment, choosing instead to hurry away to a safe distance.
There were only three inches and eight pounds separating the competitors, yet you’d be forgiven for thinking it was twice or even three times that much given the exasperated sigh Kristy heaved to the rafters once the bell sounded. Tromping out of her corner like someone handed a task thoroughly beneath them, Sanders reached the middle of the ring and beckoned Renquist do the same. “Come on twerp, don’t waste my time. Step right up, take your best shot, then try not to bawl when I knock you on that scrawny ass.”
Arching one eyebrow ever so slightly, Macy flicked a glance at Amanda and said, “So, is this the good Sanders or the bad Sanders? I wanted the good one.”
“I know you did, but Ky was busy.” Giardi replied. “Don’t you dare sleep on Kristy though, kiddo. She’s hung losses on the likes of Sue Burlingame and Jenny Jacobs, get lazy here and she’ll spike you on your--”
“Bytch, if I have to repeat myself you are not going to like what happens next!” the Minnesota Mauler barked.
Renquist didn’t bother to suppress a smile. “Well now I’m tempted to stay. Think I should?”
“You let her trap you in the corner and I’ll beat your ass myself.”
The prospect of stereo ass-beatings didn’t sound too enticing to the Slappin’ Sensation so she hustled off the buckles and swung wide right, forcing the taller woman to turn to monitor her approach.
Sanders didn’t sigh, this time she growled low in the back of her throat. “Are we really doing this? Acting like you’ve got a chance before I MDK you straight to--”
CRA-CRAAACK!
Macy was on her in a second, the gamine blonde setting her foe’s juggs a sloshing with a pair of stinging side-boob swats. Kristy reacted quicker than most, surging through the surprise pain to snatch a double handful of the blonde’s hair. Then she jerked Renquist forward and stepped up to meet her, one knee THUMPING deep into opposing tummy. Sanders expected the little waif to double over gasping for air, so she was quite surprised when Macy laced both hands across the back of her neck and answered with a Kneelift of her own! Kristy snarled, grit her teeth and double-pumped her answer, making sure to aim the point of her knee at the lightweight’s navel. She heard the air wheezing through Renquist’s nostrils, but the clamp on her neck didn’t slacken in the slightest. In fact the blonde pulled Kristy’s head down a little farther and tacked three Kneelifts to the curves of the taller woman’s chest!
Hissing in anger as well as pain, Sanders fought against the grip to straighten herself up, then used the hair hold to force Macy to do the same. “You think you can stand against me, twerp?” she jammed another Kneelift into Renquist’s trim tummy, jerked her head from side to side and hauled the little blonde onto tiptoe so they were nose to nose. “Your little slap fight bullshyt isn’t gonna cut it tonNNNGGGHHHH!”
Macy slid her grip north so it was snug against the back of Sanders’s head. In the same motion she forced her noggin beneath the taller blonde’s chin and dropped to one knee to rock her back on her heels with a Jawbreaker. “Slap fight hasn’t even started, baby!” Renquist explained when she popped to her feet. “How do you know it won’t get the job done until I AAARRHH!”
Kristy lashed out with a looping right hand, not a Haymaker but an appropriately feline slash that saw her nails raaaaaaaake Macy’s eyes! Amanda Jane alerted the ref to Sanders’s cheap shot at once, not that Kristy gave a good goddamn. With Macy temporarily incapacitated, the domineering blonde slapped on her own Neck-Clasp, but rather than throw more knees she threw her opponent, Kristy slinging the smaller grappler through a high gorgeous arc that dropped the leopardess on her tummy and THWHAMMED Renquist down flat on her back!
FALLING BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tz0SxbGfez0
Macy hit hard but rolled to seat, and, feeling the ropes against her back, grabbed hold to haul herself back to--
“OOOFFFFHHH!” Sanders swarmed her foe in the ropes with a Running Kneelift to the gut as well half a dozen punches administered to blonde forehead half a second after she’d secured a loose Headlock. “Hey, back off Kristy! She was in the ropes!” Merle sounded authoritative as he could, alas it didn’t seem to impress the Minnesota Mauler.
“You’re right, dumb-ass. She WAS in the ropes.”
Using the Headlock to prize her target off the strands, Sanders switched over to a Wristlock and sent Macy hustling into the ropes on the far side with an Irish Whip. Renquist kept her footing with no issue, yet her vision was still swimming from the eye rake and she didn’t realize the danger until she’d bounced off the ropes and by then it was far too late. Palming both hands against the blonde’s abs, Sanders got low, then launched her into the rafters. What looked like a Freefall Drop turned out far more unpleasant because Kristy shifted to the side and went down on one knee all while using a hand to guide the rookie down into a THWHUMPING landing atop the post of her thigh.
POP-UP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=846NNMwBW1s
Macy jolted violently and slopped onto her back, offering no meaningful resistance when Kristy stretched out across her chest in a snug Crossbody. Merle swooped down beside his charges to slap the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Macy shot a shoulder up at simultaneous with ‘TWO’, so Kristy palmed both shoulders and forced her down flat. Didn’t bother with a follow-up cover though, instead she snatched a handful of hair and swung a leg over to take the mount. Planted on one knee with the blonde’s head tugged off the canvas, Sanders curled her right hand into a fist and teed off on Renquist’s noggin once, twice, thrice. It would’ve been a lot more if not for the official’s caterwauling, so to deal with it she reached back, hooked Macy’s left leg behind the knee and leaned all the way forward, effectively turning the mount into a Half Matchbook good for…
MOUNTED PUNCHES & PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZz9O2CqXJI
ONE…
TWO…
Renquist escaped again, only this time she tagged Kristy with a slap across the cheek the Leopardess didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Time you learned your place, runt.” Sanders noted after smiting Macy’s rack with a heavy Forearm Smash. Renquist countered with another slap or at least tried to, Kristy caught her wrist in one hand and pie-faced her with the other. Yanking the lightweight up alongside, the Cyclone slipped an arm between Macy’s thighs and scooped her up across her chest.
“This is who’s making waves?” Kristy taunted the FAWNatics as she turned to all four sides of the ring. “This is who I have to waste my time with before I get back in the title hunt? Fine, let me remind you idiots how I treat sacks of shyt!”
With that she dipped down, leaned forward and popped her hips, Sanders slinging Renquist to the far side of the ring with a Fallaway Sla-NO! Macy adjusted in mid-flight, touched down on one shoulder and rolled through the landing to bounce to her feet while Kristy was still sitting up. Unaware of the blonde’s nimble landing, Sanders brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then spat her gum three rows back when the Slappin’ Sensation hit the ropes dead ahead and came in low with a CRAAACKING Basement Slap!
Kristy tumbled back, rolled to all fours and made it to her knees with a quickness that reminded everyone watching of her championship credentials. T’was not lost on Macy Renquist either, though she took it as a challenge to raise her own game. To that end she snuggled in on the Real Deal’s six and wrenched her arms behind her back in a Double Chickenwing. Muscling the taller wrestler to her feet like it was no big deal, Renquist got low and peeled off a perfect bridge that THWHUMPED Kristy down on the back of her head and shoulders for the…
TIGER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaWqwtxwYvs
ONE…
TWO…
Sanders powered loose right at ‘TWO!’ then scrambled to one knee and -- THWHAP! Macy caught her across the back of the noggin with a Bytch Slap that dropped the Leopardess to all fours just like that! “Hope you’re strong enough to keep talking a good game after a few shots.” Renquist told Kristy in the midst of hauling her to boot leather. “Most girls tend to curl up in a ball when I start swinging.
Stunned though she was, it didn’t stop Sanders from attempting to clinch with the smaller blonde. “Your hype machine doesn’t scare me, bytch. I’ll take whatever you can give and dish it back ten times UUNNNNGGHHH!”
Macy jabbed her with a quick Kneelift, then drew Kristy into a Front Facelock when she doubled over. Neutralizing Kristy’s left arm with a quick Single Underhook, Macy shifted to one side and proceeded to thum-thum-thum-THUMP her right knee into Sanders’s tummy and tit’s a good half a dozen times!
HALF HATCH KNEELIFTS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts0Wy8NC5Jw
“Her knees are getting loose, Macy!” Amanda Jane called from her place outside the ring. “You know what to do!”
Renquist did, as evidenced by the smooth way she slid back in front of her foe, then dropped her hips and snapped Kristy over onto her back with a crisp Half Hatch Suplex! A smattering of applause from those technically minded fans in attendance as Macy maintained her hooks and bridged onto her toes to keep Sanders down for…
ONE…
TWO…
HALF HATCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QquOjbs-M3A
Sanders proved to have a bit of slappin’ power herself, as evidenced by the whistling overhead shot she delivered to Renquist’s tummy to break the bridge with a full second to spare. No one begrudged her the escape of course and the slap was a perfectly acceptable way out, but several armchair quarterbacks questioned the soundness of Kristy’s response when Macy floated over into a mount, snatched hold of the Cyclone’s slappin’ wrist, then twisted and laid out on her back with the limb scissored between her thighs in a wicked Cross Armbreaker! Sanders roared with pain, tried to roll into the hold and was promptly forced down by the smaller woman’s encroaching calves.
Ankles locked, Renquist kept her right leg snug against Kristy’s chin and chest while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaaaaanking back on her captured wrist. “Something you might not know about me, Kris.” Macy chirped to her squirming adversary. “Much as I love slappin’ faces, I hate gettin’ slapped back. I know, it’s not fair and I can’t stop you from trying, but I can make sure you pay a heavy price. By the way, wanna give?” She arched her back and pulled hard, threatening to dislocate Sanders’s elbow.
Kristy’s only response to Macy was a growled ‘f*ck you’ and she enjoyed the ref’s question of surrender entirely. Honed in on the ropes that waited perhaps six feet away, the Leopardess choked down a shriek and started to inch her way toward safety. The telltale drag of canvas against her butt told Renquist exactly what Sanders had in mind, but she made no move to halt her progress. Instead she kept working the taller blonde’s trapped arm so that Kristy would be down a limb even if she made it to safety. That’s how it went for the next fifteen seconds, Kristy gnashing and dragging her way across the mat while Macy tried to bend her left arm in new and interesting ways.
It was almost always Kylie that got the lion’s share of press in stories regarding the famous Sanders will, but Kristy proved herself equally determined, so much so that a round of applause broke out when she managed to snatch hold of the bottom strand. “Get her off me!” Kristy barked once her grip was secured. “Get this rabid little bytch off me before she RRRGGGHHHHHH!”
Macy relinquished the Cross Armbreaker without any prompting from the official, unfortunately for Sanders it was so she could straddle the prone woman’s hips and tee off on her face with a barrage of stiff slaps! Kristy instinctively covered up behind a guard, only to spit something unprintable when she realized the blonde tricked her into abandoning the rope break. Not about to trust the zebra to extricate Renquist before she got slapped out, Sanders maintained her defenses while slowly but surely maneuvering her lower body closer and closer to the--there! “BREAK!” she bellowed from behind her stinging forearms. “GODDAMMIT MERLE, GET THIS PIECE OF TRASH OFFA--”
Macy halted her campaign against Kristy’s face in favor of a single overhand shot delivered to her fluttering tummy. “Watch who you’re calling trash, asshole.” the Slappin’ Sensation warned as she rose off her cringing mount. “Or I might not stop the next time you reach the ropes.”
Sanders didn’t bother to answer, she just hooked an arm around the bottom rope and deftly excused herself to the floor. Breathing hard after the last few minutes, Kristy raked a hand through her hair and spared a quick glance around ringside in case Giardi had something sneaky in mind. Thankfully that was not the case as the Astonishing One was posted up on the other side of the ring. “You teach her that cheap shit in the ropes?” Kristy snapped at the veteran once she’d made sure Macy maintained a safe distance.
Giardi shrugged. “I taught her to exploit an opening until her opponent made her stop. Maybe you should take defense a little more seriously.”
“Oh go f*ck yourself you withered bag of--” Sanders threw herself aside at the last second, narrowly avoiding the Baseball Slide Dropkick Renquist slid under the bottom rope. Catching hold of the blonde’s ankles the instant she was clear of danger, Kristy yanked her opposition out onto the floor and CRAAACK! Macy tagged her mouth with a forehand Bytch Slap that turned Sanders’s head to one side.
“I TOLD you to watch your NNNNGGHHH!”
In no mood for anything like finesse with this infuriating little shyt, the Leopardess slammed a shoulder into Renquist’s belly, wrapped both arms around her waist and charged forward until she BWAAAANGED the blonde spine-first against the steel steps! Macy groaned and started sliding to her haunches, but she didn’t get halfway before Kristy hauled her up and wedged her own noggin between Renquist’s stems. Cupping the lightweight’s calves to keep her under control, Sanders took a step back and straightened up so that the white-clad warrior was draped down her back in most ominous fashion. “Bout time you learned a cold, hard, truth, new meat.” Kristy said it loud enough for the first several rows of FAWNatics to hear, meaning Amanda Jane heard it as well. “I can say whatever I want to whoever I want, whenever I want. And there’s not a freakin’ thing you can do about it!” Macy held a much different opinion, alas she didn’t get to voice it before Kristy busted out a quarter turn and doubled over at top speed, all the better to THAWHUMP her burden to the barely-padded floor with a huge Alabama Slam!
ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O81Cj0G8EOI
Macy bounced violently, then rolled onto one side and curled up tight, both hands swaddling the back of her head. Savoring the view very much, Kristy smirked, “Enjoy looking at the lights, bytch.” This was met with a groan from Renquist and a number from the referee, so the Minnesota Mauler scraped her prey off the floor and made a brief show of muscling her under the bottom rope. In a much better mood now that she’d wrested control away from the newcomer, Kristy climbed onto the apron, grabbed the top rope in both hands and treated the crowd to a little hip waggle followed by a dismissive middle finger.
Galvanized by the boos, Sanders 2.0 resumed her grip on the strands just long enough to vault over, whereupon she let loose and DRILLED the point of her right elbow between Macy’s breasts. Renquist ‘ooooffffhed’ but couldn’t muster the energy to roll onto her side, meaning Kristy could’ve made an easy cover, but instead she grabbed the blonde’s wrist and scraped her off the canvas.
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=15SKSEEwbGM
“I’m done toying with you, princess.” Sanders growled as she shouldered Macy into the center of the ring. “If you can’t at least entertain me, I’ll have to entertain myself. At your expense of course”
She jabbed Renquist with a single short Shoulderblock to the chest, then stepped back and dropped a hip to send the reeling ingénue into the ropes… or not. Digging in her heels just about the time she should’ve released the Irish Whip, the Minnesota Mauler yanked Renquist back the way she’d came, greeting her with open arms. Only in this case it wasn’t a hug but a clench, Kristy hooking her right arm around Macy’s neck while her left slipped under the blonde’s right arm to secure a snug loop between the other woman’s shoulders. Giardi stepped forward to offer some encouragement only to keep it to herself when Sanders 2.0 muscled her burden high into the air and dropped to her tush to THAWHAM Renquist down spine-first atop the thinly sheathed plywood. Segueing to a snug Back Press while the ring (not to mention her opponent) was still shivering, Kristy hooked the near leg and leaned back into the cover while Merle counted…
SIDE EFFECT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rehETkdLhSU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy raised a shoulder, earning herself at least another three seconds and a cheer from the FAWNatics in the process. Kristy Sanders was less enthused. “Tenacity without talent doesn’t make you tough, moron.” she explained after filling her hands with Renquist’s blonde hair. “It only makes you a slightly more useful tackling sled.” Dismissive though she was, Kristy still yearned to get the most from her opposition, so she hauled Macy up, drove a Toe Kick into her belly and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. From there she wrapped both arms around Renquist’s waist and flipped her onto the point of her left shoulder. It would’ve been an excellent Canadian Backbreaker if Kristy hadn’t dipped her knees in such a way to brace Macy’s shins against her thighs.
“Protect your hands, girl!” Amanda Jane warned from outside. “Don’t let her get--dammit.”
The Leopardess broke her Waistlock, seized control of Renquist’s wrists and slooooooooooooooowly pulled them down and in until the blonde was practically clapping behind her own back. “Ask her!” Kristy demanded over the groans of anguish wrought by the Gory Special. “Ask her or I’ll break her in half!”
“What do you say, Macy? You need to call it?” Merle asked the straining battler. “Just say the word and I’ll get you out of there!”
Macy shook her head ‘no’, the only sort of resistance she could offer at the moment. “RRRRHHHHHH NO! DON’T WASTE YOUR BREATH! THIS LITTLE BYTCH ISN’T GONNA MAKE ME EEERRRRRRHHHHH!”
Kristy leaned so far forward she was practically doubled over, then quickly freed Renquist’s hands so she could capture her chin instead. Angered by the smaller woman’s resilience, Sanders straightened up enough to let Macy’s legs slide free, meaning it was nothing more than a Chinlock keeping her glued to the Real Deal’s back. The strength of Kristy’s grip was put to the test shortly thereafter when the former North American champ began to twirl, Sanders hitting peak Airplane Spin velocity in all of three rotations. There could have been several more if she hadn’t let loose to send Macy hurtling to the deck with a hellacious THWHUMP!
MS. SANDERS WILD RIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqv07dkb9gg
Flattened and moaning following Ms. Sanders Wild Ride, Renquist couldn’t protect herself from Kristy’s miniature Splash or the snug Crossbody that followed immediately thereafter. Already close, Merle dove in on one knee to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
An audible sigh of relief (perhaps even surprise?) from Amanda Jane Giardi when her pupil inched a shoulder off the canvas with a whisper to spare. Far less satisfied with the near-fall, Kristy pushed to one knee, grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the smaller blonde’s noggin only to drop it a second later. “F*ck it, I’m not gonna make you famous with the MDK.” She looked over at Amanda Jane and grinned. “I’ll save that for your washed up hag mentor if she tries to check on you after the bell.”
‘Manda J didn’t appreciate such talk, though she held her tongue and her position when Sanders got up and slowly made her way to the nearest corner. An increase in noise from those assembled drew Sanders’s attention over one shoulder before she stepped onto the apron, but her perusal revealed Macy rolled from her back to her belly. Confident of her plan and its timetable, the Leopardess dipped through the ropes and quickly made her way to the high rent district. Sure enough she stood tall above the squared circle several seconds before Renquist made it to all fours.
“This is the best you’ve got for me, you old bytch?” Sanders sneered down at the Pink Danger. “Try to make sure the next one’s bigger than ‘travel size’, ok?”
Giardi flipped her off so Kristy returned the favor, then shifted it in Macy’s direction. With the blonde doubled over and defenseless, Sanders sprang out into the void and kicked both legs to hip level, the back of her right thigh descending like a guillotine aimed squarely at the base of Renquist’s ne-- “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Macy spun clear, leaving Kristy to THWHUMP her tailbone against the unforgiving canvas! Bounced back to her feet by the force of that butt-busting landing, the Minnesota Mauler tiptoed her way toward the ropes, but found her progress halted when Renquist sidled in from the left and braced the back of her head against Kristy’s chest. She also hooked the leopardess’s left leg and her head, pulling up on the former and down on the latter to trap Sanders in an odd sort of cradle. Kristy got just enough time to curl her other hand in a fist, then Renquist spun out to land stretched out flat while Sanders THAWHUMPED down on the back of her head and shoulders!
LIGHTING SPIRAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc9iD0eL0YM
Renquist was in perfect position to go for the cover, alas the strong blonde thwarted her efforts by clambering to boot-leather within heartbeats of her brutal landing! Startled but apparently unshaken by Kristy’s recovery, Macy snuggled in behind her target and put one hand against the small of her back while the other reached around to secure Sanders’s right wrist. Flashing a quick smile to Amanda Jane, Renquist pushed on Kristy’s back and tugged hard on her captured wrist to spin the taller woman around and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
BYTCH MAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVwV6aKxsIk&sns=em
Macy loosed a cloud of sweat from Kristy’s face with a brutal overhand Slap that echoed all the way to the cheap seats. The Bytch Maker sent Sanders to the mat in a slow motion tumble, or it would have if Renquist hadn’t hooked her right leg and hoisted it just high enough to dip beneath it. Doing so dropped Kristy to her tummy and left her defenseless when Macy threaded her left leg around Sanders’s vulnerable right calf. Then she leaned forward and stretched out on the bigger wrestler’s back, using the weight of her torso to keep the pinioned limb in place. In the same breath she slipped her right arm under Sanders’s right bicep for a Half Nelson and cinched her left arm around Kristy’s throat.
“GUUUUHHHHHHRRRRRRRRK!” Sanders 2.0 gurgled and sputtered as Macy’s fusion of STF and Katahajime (henceforth to be known as the Renquisition.) tied her in an agonizing knot, Kristy braced her left hand against the mat and pushed up, trying to alleviate the very worst of the pressure.
“Don’t think so, honey.” Macy giggled as she wrenched the hold back n’ forth. “You’re not getting out until you slap that mat as hard I slapped you!”
The Leopardess shook her head ‘no’ and tried to inch her way forward, but she was down an arm and a leg and with her free hand planted on the canvas it meant escape fell to her left “AAAAAAWWWW AAAARRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!”
Macy wrenched back on her prey’s neck and the increased strain proved too much for Kristy, who tapped the mat once, twice, three times! Amanda Jane’s prize pupil broke her hold at the clang of the bell, Renquist popping to her feet just as the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… MACY RENQUIST!”
Merle stepped in to take her hand and the blonde offered her wrist readily enough, but she didn’t let him carry out his duties it until Giardi laid claim to her other wrist. Beaming from ear to ear when the raised her hands, Macy wedged a foot under the flattened wrestler’s ribs and shoveled her onto her back. “Looks like you’re not quite ready for travel size, huh cutie?” Macy chirped. “Think I know something else you’re not ready for. But you’re gonna get it anyway.” She pulled away from coach and ref to plant a foot on either side of Kristy’s hips, facing her legs
Merle didn’t much care for the snarky gleam in the newcomer’s dark eyes and he would’ve said so if ‘Manda J hadn’t hooked his arm and led him away from the action. “Let her go, Merle. She’s earned it.”
As they watched, Renquist bent over, grabbed her foe’s ankles and pulled her legs up and back, effectively folding her in half. The ref’s unease increased a great deal when Macy dropped to her knees, all the better to plant the full weight of her backside against the trapped wrestler’s calves. “Jeeze Amanda, I don’t know about--”
“I’ll call her off if she goes too far.” the veteran interrupted. “But you won’t go too far, will you Mace?”
Macy, who’d hooked her thumbs into the leg holes of Sanders’s one piece for a single quick wedgie, looked over and grinned. “Nah. Just gonna play Lite-Brite with this big fat ass.”
Pinned in a rather unpleasant position beneath the Slappin’ Sensation, Kristy squirmed and bucked, but couldn’t find get the leverage to toss her attacker. “Get off me, bytch.” the Minnesota Mauler fumed. “Before you really piss me OOOOWWWW!”
Renquist brought both hands up and down, those makeshift paddles whistling through their descent before CRAAACKING off Sanders’s defenseless cheeks. “Wait, you mean you WEREN’T pissed before?” Macy asked once the echo of her latest shot died down. “Damn, I didn’t slap you hard enough! Here, let’s see if I can do better.”
“Don’t even think about AAAAAHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FAAAAAAHHHK STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Kristy’s wails proved exceptionally long and exceptionally loud, even then they were almost lost in the non-stop CRA-CRA-CRA-CRAAACK of the scorched earth campaign Renquist waged on the cartography of those hapless cheeks.
Macy had mentioned Lite-Brite but the end result was more like a water color painting of a Key West Sunset, myriad shades of red and pink blended into something simultaneously beautiful and terrible. Rising off the mewling Leopardess only when her palms began to ache, Macy brushed some invisible dust off her hands, then took her varsity jacket from Giardi. “Didn’t sleep on her, coach.” the blonde said without a hint of irony.
“No you did not. I’m proud of you, kid. Sanders is a tough out.”
Renquist looked over her handiwork, nodded appreciatively. “She was. But those are my handprints all over her ass, which means I’m ready for another opponent.”
“Who do you want?”
“Lily Bur--”
Giardi held up a hand. “We already had this talk, Mace. FAWN brass won’t sign off on that match just yet.”
Macy sighed, time had not soothed the sting of her loss at the hands of the Star Strider. After a moment she replied, “If I can’t have Burlingame, I want a chick that’ll make me forget about her for a while. Surprise me. Challenge me.”
Amanda Jane thought it over. “I can do that.”