Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 18:20:08 GMT
"Headlock...Armbar...okay, I got this." Achara mutters to herself, trying to cram last minute "Pro-wrestling 101" materials into her head.
"And introducing first....." an announcement coming from the stage.
"Oh shit! That's me!" Achara immediately stops the video she is watching and rushes to the entrance of the arena.
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"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minutes time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand, she stands at 5’7 and weighs a hundred and twenty-four pounds! ACHARA DAAAAANNNPAAAE!”
Achara Danpae:
The American Thai steps into the arena, still without any entrance music but accompanied by a chorus of boos and “boring” chants.
“Alright, work the crowd, bring them to your side.” Achara thought to herself.
Clad in white sports bra, and boxing shorts, completed with taped fists and feet, Achara marches down the ramp, waving and smiling in attempt to "work" the crowd but they did not reciprocate kindly.
Nevertheless, she enters the ring confidently, with the images of "Headlock" and "Armbar" burned into her mind, hoping to pull off some basic maneuvers in addition to the kicks and strikes she is familiar with.
Without much spectacle, she moves into her corner, stretching while she patiently waits for her opponent.
Already having rolled her eyes hard as her so-called opponent passed her on the way to the bright lights of the ring, the future 6th District Appellate Court jurist mumbles to herself.
“Demo-rat ref screws me against that squaw and now I’m jerking curtains against someone who doesn’t know her left boot from her right. Girl should never have been let in the country”
Polly’s ‘vast’ legal knowledge would be put to good use by the commander-in-chief to keep such worthless immigrants in their place soon enough, Lockwood’s awareness not extending to the point of realizing Acahara is American-born.
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, the song assaulting Orlando’s great unwashed. The fans, now aware of what the assailing of their eardrums means, roundly boo in response.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
And when the Star-Spangled Bytch strides to the center of the stage, the FAWNatics make very obvious they were hoping her failure to beat Nyssa in a number-one contender’s match would send Polly back to the world of politics or Fox News or whatever might have her.
No such luck.
Polly Lockwood:
Being in Florida, more than a few scattered ‘Polly Patriots’ shoot to their feet cheering and salute their girl and her anthem crisply.
The flaxen-haired hardbody brings a response to her brow for her Trumptastic troops then lets the snowflakes know what she thinks of them by fashioning the knife-edge into a salute of the middle finger variety.
Polly proudly sports her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternating her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the right spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
The ‘True American’ maintains her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders as a cloak.
Lockwood crow hops into a jog to the ring, the flag waving behind her. She snarls at the moronic hordes who infest this great land and ignores their insults and jeers, taking a swipe at one sign proclaiming
”Mueller is God!”
“I’m contacting ICE after I put this foreigner away and you’re going with her,” the blonde shouts.
As Polly makes it to ringside, the announcer proclaims her arrival.
“And her opponent. From Buffalo, New York…standing 5 foot 1 inch tall and weighing in at 116 scintillating pounds of All-American Awesome; ladies and gentlemen, she is the one and only TRUE AMERICAN…Polly Lockwood.”
The spiteful patriot ascends the steel steps. Sliding through the ropes, Lockwood removes the flag from her shoulders and holds the star-spangled banner high.
Moving to a corner, she exchanges her flag for a microphone and walks to the center of the ring, pulling it to her lips.
“The Deep State of FAWN is trying to bury me with a match like this, but not only do I have all the best words, I have all the best matches, as you and they will see.”
Lockwood casually tosses the stick to the canvas with a ‘CLUNK’ and moves to her corner, stretching her arms with tugs of the top rope, waiting for the bell.
DING! DING!
Both wrestlers spring into action with the clang of the bell! Circling the ring at an unusally fast pace, the crowd was taken by surprise when it is Achara who lunges herself into a collar-and-elbow look up first. And to the astonishment of the FAWNatics and perhaps, even Achara herself, it is Achara who manages to gain control first by locking her shorter opponent in a side headlock!
"YEAH! HEADLOCK! THAT'S RIGHT" The Thai gloats as she yanks Polly's head, earning an unflattering grunt from the Star-Spangled Bytch. Polly places her hand on Achara's forearm as she struggles and slips right of the headlock, taking her arm behind her back with a Hammerlock!
"You only know one trick! Not quite the wrestler yet!" Polly growls and pushes Achara's wrist further up her back, causing her to shriek.
Releasing the hold, Polly fires a Dropkick into her back that sends Achara sprawling over the mat. Lockwood quickly find her way back onto one knee after the dropkick, unwilling to leave any room for the Striker to recover. She drops to a single knee behind the Thai and clasps both hands under Achara's chin, pulling her back against her weaponized knee joint.
Chinlock
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0ObQNxP2UY
"AAAAARGHHHHHH!!!" Achara cries out in agony as Polly applies the hold. "To the ropes! Danpae! To the rope!", an individual in the crowd screams, telling the newcomer to break the hold.
"UUGHHHH", She plants her elbow firmly into the mat and begin dragging herself to the ropes.
Frustrated she’s unable to stop the newbie from making her way toward the ropes, Achara carrying the diminutive hardbody for an agonizing ride, Lockwood releases her cupped grip a couple feet from the cables and drives a pointed elbow into the crown of the Thai’s skull. Satisfied she gets the last word, of sorts, the True American pushes to her feet and hovers over Danpae as the Asian latches onto the bottom cable.
“Yeah. Well done,” scolds the Fox&Friendly blonde. “You made it to the ropes. You get a cookie.”
Surprisingly, Polly contains herself while Achara uses the strands to pull up to vertical, but once her foe’s on her feet she waits no longer. Grabbing a wrist, she pivots and flings Danpae across the ring with an Irish Whip. As the Thai grappler hits the ropes and rebounds, Lockwood races at her foe with right shoulder lowered. Though Achara has a significant amount of height and a little weight on the Buffalo native, Polly lowers the boom with a block that levels Danpae, the rookie staring up at the sneering blonde.
“Get your ass up, girl,” Polly shouts. “How am I going to show these people Americans are the best and the brightest if you don’t even give me a fight?”
Encouraged by the Star-Spangled Bytch, Achara scrambles to her feet and heads for the cables behind her. Taking a u-turn out of the ropes, she bears down on the planted Polly, lowering toward delivering a shockwave of her own and put the Ugly American on her backside. But as Achara crouches slightly for the contact, Lockwood leapfrogs over and the Thai fighter sprints to her next set of ropes.
She rebounds again, heading for the spinning blonde. Polly gets low on the charging Achara, palms planting into the front of her foe’s thighs and LAUNCHING the rookie HIGH into the Orlando airspace, sending Danpae flipping with a back body drop. Achara lands on her spine with a heavy thud and immediately reaches for her aching column after the impact.
Danpae pushes to a seated position but quickly pays the piper when Polly NAILS her in the back with a resounding soccer kick. Lockwood repeats the process to get in a half-dozen shots, Acahara arching more with each solid boot to the back.
The True American races to the ropes in front of her opponent and rebounds toward the Asian. The vertically-challenged blonde dives over Achara’s left shoulder, grabbing the Thai grappler’s noggin as she flies by. Flipping to the deck, Lockwood SPIKES the back of Achara’s skull into the mat with a somersault neckbreaker leaving Danpae staring blankly at the rafters.
Somersault Neckbreaker
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbGuUfyeyG0 )
Polly scoots into a crossbody pin, planting her frame across Achara’s chest for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Danpae shoves Polly off forcefully, showing no lack of determination if she didn’t yet have a lot of skill in her new chosen profession. The most qualified district judge the Trump administration was likely to produce swats the canvas in anger like her palm is a gavel.
“You activist refs and your affirmative action,” a pissed Polly snorts. “You don’t get to give these people level playing fields when I’m around.”
The Pernicious Patriot snatches Achara around the head and drags the reeling Asian to her feet. The height difference forces Polly to keep Danpae bent over to maintain the side headlock as she whispers not-so-sweet nothings in her foe’s ear.
Words spoken, Polly turns to actions, surging forward and drawing Danpae along with her on her right hip. The little flaxen-haired hardbody leaps into the air, abbreviated legs extended to bulldog Achara’s face into the mat. But Danpae has her hands on the hips of the blonde and when Lockwood elevates, the Thai fighter shoves out from Polly’s grip and Lockwood’s trip is a solo, the True American landing awkwardly, PLANTING her tailbone into the thinly-covered plywood.
Polly butt-hops to get her hands swept beneath so she can massage her bruised rump. She curses a blue streak while kneading but the expletives stop flying when Achara THUMPS a low kick into the base of Lockwood’s vertebrae. Polly’s back arches in pain, her modest chest thrust forward, showing off the stars on her bikini top.
“You are so gonnaAHHHH.”
Lockwood is cut off when Achara lands a stomp to the back of Lockwood’s cranium and the blonde tumbles forward. Ending on her face and chest, the wincing Yank slithers under the ropes and drops to the floor, cradling the back of her head as she waves dismissively behind her, wanting no more of her foe at the moment.
“I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” the blonde shouts blindly behind her.
Achara doesn’t seem interested in giving Polly a time out and she slips quietly through the cables, perched for flight. Slowly, Lockwood turns to find her foe and Danpae leaps from the apron with a raised knee aimed toward Polly’s jaw. Lockwood pivots with a couple inches to spare and sweeps the plummeting Thai by, Achara slamming the bony joint into the steel barricade rather than Polly’s chest.
Danpae crumples to the floor, grasping at her bruised leg, pulling it close. A grin emerges on Lockwood’s lips. She points to her temple, making sure everyone knows she’s a stable genius. One like no one has ever seen in FAWN.
The Star-Spangled Bytch doesn’t leave Achara lonely for long, sending a series of stomps to whatever piece of Danpae she can find unguarded. Hearing the count from the ref growing behind her, she hauls a limping Achara to her feet, bullies her to the apron, and sinks her nails into the scalp beneath Danpae’s long, ebony locks. The blonde pulls back the Thai’s braincase. Lockwood SLAMS Achara’s face into the canvas then shoves her longer, golden-skinned frame onto the deck, stuffing her back in under the ropes
Lockwood hops to the canvas and climbs through, stalking Achara as the Asian makes it to hands and knees and crawls toward the opposite side of the ring, trying to give herself some breathing room for a comeback.
The Thai heaves as she struggles to her feet, relying heavily on the ropes. Before she manages to turn around, a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Achara gasps and blindly sends several elbow strikes towards her back until one manages to land on the cheek of her shorter opponent.
Stunned, Polly releases the hold and steps back. Achara immediately follows up with a Muay Thai Roundhouse kick to her other cheek, knocking her down and out on the ground. Achara immediately covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOOOO!!!
Achara rakes her hair in frustration as Polly rolls onto her side, still clutching the side of her reddened face. Being unfamiliar to ground techniques, Achara pushes herself to her feet and waits, for her opponent to get up for another opportunity to smack her with a strong kick.
Polly shakes the cobwebs out of her head, rolls onto all fours, then slowly onto her knees, seemingly oblivious to her opponent’s intent. And just right when Polly plants her palm firmly on her posted knee, Achara unloads a heavy kick directed at her head...
POLLY DUCKS THE KICK!
Achara spins a full 180 with no recourse after taking a heavy swing. Seizing the opportunity, Polly hops on top of her shoulders and throws her backwards with a reverse Hurricarana!
Achara clutches her head in agony as her crown meets the thinly-sheathed plywood. Polly struggles to her feet, albeit unsteadily, and takes some time to collect herself while Achara pushes herself onto a single knee. Polly sees the opportunity and quickly goes in for the kill. She steps onto Achara’s posted knee and swings the other leg towards her head, flattening her to the mat once more with a Shining Wizard!
Polly lays back on top of her body for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!
Achara lifts her shoulder slightly off the mat to break the fall, surprising everyone in attendance including Lockwood herself. Polly sits, eyes wide, before raking her hair back in frustration.
“That was three damn it!” she exclaims angrily. After a futile argument with the official, Polly rises to her feet and furiously stomps the fallen Thai warrior!
"COME ON! THAT'S ENOUGH!" the ref shouts, trying to pull Polly aside and finally resorting to a count.
"ONE! TWO! THREE..."
The Star-Bangled Bitch shoves the ref away and pulls Achara into a headlock, dragging her along to the center of the ring before driving her foe’s head down into the mat with a Running Bulldog!
Achara’s head snaps back from the impact with the canvas and she flops to her back, dark eyes glassy. The Pernicious Patriot sits next to her flattened foe, sneering and wiping her hands to commemorate a job well done. The blonde pivots to hands and knees next to the Thai grappler and places a single palm on her foe’s chest, raising the other hand in a one-fingered salute to the jeering FAWNatics. The ref slips to the canvas next to them and slaps the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Achara shoves a shoulder up, rolling to her side, headed away from the furious Fox&Friendly Lockwood.
As the ref rises with two fingers raised, the diminutive Lockwood leaps to her feet and gets in the man’s grill as best she can, which is closer to his chest.
“You really can’t stop from giving this girl some affirmative action, can ya?” Polly asks. “Well it isn’t going to matter, cause bytch, I am the one percent in this place.”
Polly turns back to Achara and tugs her foe up from all fours to a rubbery vertical stance, Danpae’s head drooping, arms leaden at her sides.
“I have all the best moves,” the True American shouts to the crowd. “This wannabe is going down bigly!”
Polly dips and throws an arm between the bronzed sinewy stems of the bigger Danpae. The vertically-challenged hardbody shows she’s got power packed into her short but solid frame by plucking Achara off the canvas, resting her dazed foe on her right shoulder for an instant, then surging forward to mini-powerslam the Thai fighter into the deck.
The silenced crowd grumbles as Polly passes on the pin, instead scrambling to her feet and heading for the opposite corner. Reaching the buckles, the Star Spangled Bytch turns and races toward the starfished Danpae. Halfway to the target, she starts to show her gymnastic ability. It’s fairly rudimentary, particularly by Domi Daly’s standards, but she manages to flip into a moonsault that sees her shins drop across the open midriff of Achara. Danpae grunts deeply as she jackknifes under the blonde clad in the glaring colors of her land.
Handspring Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acEDfZbNBiE )
Lockwood offers a crisp salute to the few cheering Polly Patriots in the crowd while continuing to kneel on the gulping tummy of her foe. She screams at the zebra to make him aware, THIS IS A PIN. Slow on the uptake, the official finally drops to the mat and slaps for…
ONE…
TWO…
Again Achara refuses to go down without a further fight. She kicks out from under Polly’s haunches, proving she’s made of tough stuff, if still raw.
Lockwood tugs at her shoulder-length golden locks, shrieking in frustration.
“STAY DOWN!”
With Achara having rolled to her chest to avoid another pin attempt, a risen Lockwood fires away with a series of stomps, putting boot sole to backbone until Danpae is a shuddering shell. Finally relenting, Polly heads to the nearest corner and scrambles to the top, spinning to face her target, Achara still on her chest.
With the Thai fighter having no way of knowing Air Polly is on the way, the Star Spangled Bytch leaps from her penthouse, flying high into the Orlando sky. At the zenith, her taut, tanned frame scrunches into a ball then explodes outward as she plummets.
‘WHAAAHMMP’
The True American NAILS Achara with her Lockwood Leap frog splash, crushing Danpae beneath, the abuse to her spine raised exponentially by Lockwood’s signature. Polly rises slightly so she can roll Achara’s breathless body below, shifting Danpae to her back before the little blonde hardbody presses down tight.
“Not this time,” Polly snarls as she hooks a leg, determined to finally end the Thai with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The FAWNatics roar with surprise and delight when Achara AGAIN shoves Lockwood off, this time inches from a ‘patriotic’ victory. Lockwood’s head turns toward the ref, staring in fury at the man, but making an effort to contain herself. She mutters something about CNN and RIPS Achara to her feet with a handful of ebony locks.
Spinning, Lockwood heaves Achara to the far corner, Danpae racing toward the buckles in a forced sprint. She turns in time to take the impact against her already bruised backbone then drops to the canvas, bum thumping to the deck. In a seated position, lifeless legs extended in front of her, a blasted Achara leans languidly against the corner, head drooping.
Danpae only looks up when she hears a whistle from the oncoming Fox&Friendly blonde. The bite-sized blonde dashes toward her and leaps from a few feet out, extending her abbreviated legs, aiming a Bronco Busting impact at the face of the Thai grappler.
But Achara still maintains some of her wits. Enough to scoot her butt forward and drop to her side, letting Lockwood ZOOM overhead, the Yank’s parted legs finding not Achara, but the metal ringpost behind the buckles. Going atomic on her kitty with the miss, Polly is frozen, jaw dropped, eyes welling with tears as she thrusts her hands between her legs and onto her throbbing crotch.
She wriggles out of the awful predicament, falling to the canvas after extricating herself then collapsing into a fetal ball, the delighted crowd reveling in the exquisite karma of anguish.
The battered Thai crawls and sprawls her way to the ropes while Polly rolls in pain. If there’s anything Achara gains tonight, it is the respect of many for her resilience in this match.
She struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes and leans back as far as the ropes allow, taking the moment to rest while her opponent writhes on the ground. And just as Polly pushes up to her knee, Achara grabs her in a front facelock and snaps backwards onto the mat, driving the bite-sized hardbody head-first into the mat with a less-than-perfect DDT! Another textbook maneuvers she recalls from the videos she has watched.
Polly clutches her head and rolls to her back, quickly finding Achara pressing on top of her.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
Polly kicks out of a near fall! Eyes wide open, still feeling her head spinning from the thump on the deck.
Achara sluggishly lifts Polly up and placed her in a three quarter facelock before throwing her over the shoulders. Polly’s bum hit the deck and quickly snaps back to her senses as Achara delivers yet another strong kick into her scapula! Polly arches her back and yelps as the pain sears through her back, enough to make her pop right back up to her feet.
“FINISH!” Achara yelled as she swings a heavy foot towards Polly’s head, making a loud smack as it contacts the side of her face. Spit and sweat flies off the side of Polly’s face before she eats the mat, back still throbbing red from the kick earlier.
Achara tiredly flips her over for a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
The Patriot shoves the Thai aside and rolls to her side, flexing her jaw. Polly spits some blood to the canvas.
Meanwhile, Achara struggles to her feet with the remaining fuel in her tank.
“Nobody makes me bleed my own blood,” Lockwood growls, pushing up to one knee as she runs her tongue over her teeth for a quick count.
Danpae pivots and sends another roundhouse kick to dissect the blonde’s eyes, but the True American ducks under the would-be strike and shoots to her feet after the miss, screaming bloody murder as she plucks Achara’s remaining grounded stem off the canvas and drives her foe to the canvas like an amateur wrestler with a single-leg takedown.
Polly thrusts the Thai rookie to the deck, staying tight to her foe’s back. Quickly, the Star Spangled Bytch snakes her arms under and around those of Achara, lacing her fingers behind the neck of the Asian grappler to secure a full nelson. She lifts Danpae’s noggin, yanking back on her grip, then PLANTS Achara’s face into the deck with a sneering superiority.
“When are you people going to learn?” she shouts.
Polly elevates and SLAMS her foe’s dazed features into the thinly-sheathed plywood once more.
“They build’em best in the U.S.”
Lockwood releases her nelson and pushes off Achara’s shoulderblades, shoving to her feet. The vertically-challenged blonde sends a couple wicked kicks to Danpae’s right ribs to convince the Thai fighter to roll to her back.
Once she’s there, Polly moves to a standing, forward-facing straddle of her foe. She leaps over a wincing Achara and mushroom stomps her foe’s breasts flat to her sternum, drawing a yelp of pain. The True American grinds the soles of her boots into the tender tissue before dropping off either side.
“Now that you’ve been stamped Made in the USA, it’s time to deport your ass,” Polly informs.
Lockwood steps away from the groaning Danpae. While Achara struggles to all fours, Polly heads for the outside. The crowd well knows she’s not departing. Instead, she turns once through the ropes and grabs the top cable with both hands, waiting like a predator for her foe to reach her feet.
A wobbly Achara drunkenly turns toward the blonde and Polly literally springs into action, leaping to the top strand and using it to bounce into flight. Her left arm wraps around the noggin of Danpae on the way down and Lockwood lays out, RIPPING her foe off her feet and SPIKING the crown of Achara’s skull into the deck.
The FAWNatics groan as one, so nasty is the impact of the Polly Rocket, a springboard DDT that leaves the Thai beauty a quivering bronze mass, starfished and twitching a few feet from the Star Spangled Bytch.
Polly Rocket (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKWI-rr-T7I )
A grinning Lockwood knee-walks to the demolished Achara and presses her flattened left hpalm atop the chest of her barely conscious foe for the emphatic…
ONE…
TWO…
THREEE!
The Fox&Friendly, flaxen-haired hardbody hops to her feet and plants boot to bosom, giving her best pose for a Gladiatrix cover. The ref snatches a wrist to signify the win as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner by pinfall…the True American…Polly Lockwood.”
Polly appears to consider having a little post-match fun with Achara but the official steps between them and directs Lockwood to leave. The smirking victor decides Danpae isn’t worth the trouble and she strides confidently to the ropes, slips through, and drops to the floor to make her exit to the full-throated boos of the FAWN faithful.
The U.S.A. again proven number one.
"And introducing first....." an announcement coming from the stage.
"Oh shit! That's me!" Achara immediately stops the video she is watching and rushes to the entrance of the arena.
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"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minutes time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Bangkok, Thailand, she stands at 5’7 and weighs a hundred and twenty-four pounds! ACHARA DAAAAANNNPAAAE!”
Achara Danpae:
The American Thai steps into the arena, still without any entrance music but accompanied by a chorus of boos and “boring” chants.
“Alright, work the crowd, bring them to your side.” Achara thought to herself.
Clad in white sports bra, and boxing shorts, completed with taped fists and feet, Achara marches down the ramp, waving and smiling in attempt to "work" the crowd but they did not reciprocate kindly.
Nevertheless, she enters the ring confidently, with the images of "Headlock" and "Armbar" burned into her mind, hoping to pull off some basic maneuvers in addition to the kicks and strikes she is familiar with.
Without much spectacle, she moves into her corner, stretching while she patiently waits for her opponent.
Already having rolled her eyes hard as her so-called opponent passed her on the way to the bright lights of the ring, the future 6th District Appellate Court jurist mumbles to herself.
“Demo-rat ref screws me against that squaw and now I’m jerking curtains against someone who doesn’t know her left boot from her right. Girl should never have been let in the country”
Polly’s ‘vast’ legal knowledge would be put to good use by the commander-in-chief to keep such worthless immigrants in their place soon enough, Lockwood’s awareness not extending to the point of realizing Acahara is American-born.
The arena’s speakers spark to life with the pounding of “America, Fuck Yeah” from Team America World Police, the song assaulting Orlando’s great unwashed. The fans, now aware of what the assailing of their eardrums means, roundly boo in response.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R5A0pg4oN8 )
And when the Star-Spangled Bytch strides to the center of the stage, the FAWNatics make very obvious they were hoping her failure to beat Nyssa in a number-one contender’s match would send Polly back to the world of politics or Fox News or whatever might have her.
No such luck.
Polly Lockwood:
Being in Florida, more than a few scattered ‘Polly Patriots’ shoot to their feet cheering and salute their girl and her anthem crisply.
The flaxen-haired hardbody brings a response to her brow for her Trumptastic troops then lets the snowflakes know what she thinks of them by fashioning the knife-edge into a salute of the middle finger variety.
Polly proudly sports her customary hot pants and bikini top. Lockwood alternating her country’s colors between a shiny, eye catching blue topside, white stars prominently placed in the right spots; and shimmering red and white-striped spandex below, barely covering her biscuit butt. She finishes the ensemble with gleaming white pads and boots.
The ‘True American’ maintains her customary cape, Old Glory draped over her shoulders as a cloak.
Lockwood crow hops into a jog to the ring, the flag waving behind her. She snarls at the moronic hordes who infest this great land and ignores their insults and jeers, taking a swipe at one sign proclaiming
”Mueller is God!”
“I’m contacting ICE after I put this foreigner away and you’re going with her,” the blonde shouts.
As Polly makes it to ringside, the announcer proclaims her arrival.
“And her opponent. From Buffalo, New York…standing 5 foot 1 inch tall and weighing in at 116 scintillating pounds of All-American Awesome; ladies and gentlemen, she is the one and only TRUE AMERICAN…Polly Lockwood.”
The spiteful patriot ascends the steel steps. Sliding through the ropes, Lockwood removes the flag from her shoulders and holds the star-spangled banner high.
Moving to a corner, she exchanges her flag for a microphone and walks to the center of the ring, pulling it to her lips.
“The Deep State of FAWN is trying to bury me with a match like this, but not only do I have all the best words, I have all the best matches, as you and they will see.”
Lockwood casually tosses the stick to the canvas with a ‘CLUNK’ and moves to her corner, stretching her arms with tugs of the top rope, waiting for the bell.
DING! DING!
Both wrestlers spring into action with the clang of the bell! Circling the ring at an unusally fast pace, the crowd was taken by surprise when it is Achara who lunges herself into a collar-and-elbow look up first. And to the astonishment of the FAWNatics and perhaps, even Achara herself, it is Achara who manages to gain control first by locking her shorter opponent in a side headlock!
"YEAH! HEADLOCK! THAT'S RIGHT" The Thai gloats as she yanks Polly's head, earning an unflattering grunt from the Star-Spangled Bytch. Polly places her hand on Achara's forearm as she struggles and slips right of the headlock, taking her arm behind her back with a Hammerlock!
"You only know one trick! Not quite the wrestler yet!" Polly growls and pushes Achara's wrist further up her back, causing her to shriek.
Releasing the hold, Polly fires a Dropkick into her back that sends Achara sprawling over the mat. Lockwood quickly find her way back onto one knee after the dropkick, unwilling to leave any room for the Striker to recover. She drops to a single knee behind the Thai and clasps both hands under Achara's chin, pulling her back against her weaponized knee joint.
Chinlock
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0ObQNxP2UY
"AAAAARGHHHHHH!!!" Achara cries out in agony as Polly applies the hold. "To the ropes! Danpae! To the rope!", an individual in the crowd screams, telling the newcomer to break the hold.
"UUGHHHH", She plants her elbow firmly into the mat and begin dragging herself to the ropes.
Frustrated she’s unable to stop the newbie from making her way toward the ropes, Achara carrying the diminutive hardbody for an agonizing ride, Lockwood releases her cupped grip a couple feet from the cables and drives a pointed elbow into the crown of the Thai’s skull. Satisfied she gets the last word, of sorts, the True American pushes to her feet and hovers over Danpae as the Asian latches onto the bottom cable.
“Yeah. Well done,” scolds the Fox&Friendly blonde. “You made it to the ropes. You get a cookie.”
Surprisingly, Polly contains herself while Achara uses the strands to pull up to vertical, but once her foe’s on her feet she waits no longer. Grabbing a wrist, she pivots and flings Danpae across the ring with an Irish Whip. As the Thai grappler hits the ropes and rebounds, Lockwood races at her foe with right shoulder lowered. Though Achara has a significant amount of height and a little weight on the Buffalo native, Polly lowers the boom with a block that levels Danpae, the rookie staring up at the sneering blonde.
“Get your ass up, girl,” Polly shouts. “How am I going to show these people Americans are the best and the brightest if you don’t even give me a fight?”
Encouraged by the Star-Spangled Bytch, Achara scrambles to her feet and heads for the cables behind her. Taking a u-turn out of the ropes, she bears down on the planted Polly, lowering toward delivering a shockwave of her own and put the Ugly American on her backside. But as Achara crouches slightly for the contact, Lockwood leapfrogs over and the Thai fighter sprints to her next set of ropes.
She rebounds again, heading for the spinning blonde. Polly gets low on the charging Achara, palms planting into the front of her foe’s thighs and LAUNCHING the rookie HIGH into the Orlando airspace, sending Danpae flipping with a back body drop. Achara lands on her spine with a heavy thud and immediately reaches for her aching column after the impact.
Danpae pushes to a seated position but quickly pays the piper when Polly NAILS her in the back with a resounding soccer kick. Lockwood repeats the process to get in a half-dozen shots, Acahara arching more with each solid boot to the back.
The True American races to the ropes in front of her opponent and rebounds toward the Asian. The vertically-challenged blonde dives over Achara’s left shoulder, grabbing the Thai grappler’s noggin as she flies by. Flipping to the deck, Lockwood SPIKES the back of Achara’s skull into the mat with a somersault neckbreaker leaving Danpae staring blankly at the rafters.
Somersault Neckbreaker
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbGuUfyeyG0 )
Polly scoots into a crossbody pin, planting her frame across Achara’s chest for the…
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TWO…
Danpae shoves Polly off forcefully, showing no lack of determination if she didn’t yet have a lot of skill in her new chosen profession. The most qualified district judge the Trump administration was likely to produce swats the canvas in anger like her palm is a gavel.
“You activist refs and your affirmative action,” a pissed Polly snorts. “You don’t get to give these people level playing fields when I’m around.”
The Pernicious Patriot snatches Achara around the head and drags the reeling Asian to her feet. The height difference forces Polly to keep Danpae bent over to maintain the side headlock as she whispers not-so-sweet nothings in her foe’s ear.
Words spoken, Polly turns to actions, surging forward and drawing Danpae along with her on her right hip. The little flaxen-haired hardbody leaps into the air, abbreviated legs extended to bulldog Achara’s face into the mat. But Danpae has her hands on the hips of the blonde and when Lockwood elevates, the Thai fighter shoves out from Polly’s grip and Lockwood’s trip is a solo, the True American landing awkwardly, PLANTING her tailbone into the thinly-covered plywood.
Polly butt-hops to get her hands swept beneath so she can massage her bruised rump. She curses a blue streak while kneading but the expletives stop flying when Achara THUMPS a low kick into the base of Lockwood’s vertebrae. Polly’s back arches in pain, her modest chest thrust forward, showing off the stars on her bikini top.
“You are so gonnaAHHHH.”
Lockwood is cut off when Achara lands a stomp to the back of Lockwood’s cranium and the blonde tumbles forward. Ending on her face and chest, the wincing Yank slithers under the ropes and drops to the floor, cradling the back of her head as she waves dismissively behind her, wanting no more of her foe at the moment.
“I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” the blonde shouts blindly behind her.
Achara doesn’t seem interested in giving Polly a time out and she slips quietly through the cables, perched for flight. Slowly, Lockwood turns to find her foe and Danpae leaps from the apron with a raised knee aimed toward Polly’s jaw. Lockwood pivots with a couple inches to spare and sweeps the plummeting Thai by, Achara slamming the bony joint into the steel barricade rather than Polly’s chest.
Danpae crumples to the floor, grasping at her bruised leg, pulling it close. A grin emerges on Lockwood’s lips. She points to her temple, making sure everyone knows she’s a stable genius. One like no one has ever seen in FAWN.
The Star-Spangled Bytch doesn’t leave Achara lonely for long, sending a series of stomps to whatever piece of Danpae she can find unguarded. Hearing the count from the ref growing behind her, she hauls a limping Achara to her feet, bullies her to the apron, and sinks her nails into the scalp beneath Danpae’s long, ebony locks. The blonde pulls back the Thai’s braincase. Lockwood SLAMS Achara’s face into the canvas then shoves her longer, golden-skinned frame onto the deck, stuffing her back in under the ropes
Lockwood hops to the canvas and climbs through, stalking Achara as the Asian makes it to hands and knees and crawls toward the opposite side of the ring, trying to give herself some breathing room for a comeback.
The Thai heaves as she struggles to her feet, relying heavily on the ropes. Before she manages to turn around, a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Achara gasps and blindly sends several elbow strikes towards her back until one manages to land on the cheek of her shorter opponent.
Stunned, Polly releases the hold and steps back. Achara immediately follows up with a Muay Thai Roundhouse kick to her other cheek, knocking her down and out on the ground. Achara immediately covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THRENNOOOO!!!
Achara rakes her hair in frustration as Polly rolls onto her side, still clutching the side of her reddened face. Being unfamiliar to ground techniques, Achara pushes herself to her feet and waits, for her opponent to get up for another opportunity to smack her with a strong kick.
Polly shakes the cobwebs out of her head, rolls onto all fours, then slowly onto her knees, seemingly oblivious to her opponent’s intent. And just right when Polly plants her palm firmly on her posted knee, Achara unloads a heavy kick directed at her head...
POLLY DUCKS THE KICK!
Achara spins a full 180 with no recourse after taking a heavy swing. Seizing the opportunity, Polly hops on top of her shoulders and throws her backwards with a reverse Hurricarana!
Achara clutches her head in agony as her crown meets the thinly-sheathed plywood. Polly struggles to her feet, albeit unsteadily, and takes some time to collect herself while Achara pushes herself onto a single knee. Polly sees the opportunity and quickly goes in for the kill. She steps onto Achara’s posted knee and swings the other leg towards her head, flattening her to the mat once more with a Shining Wizard!
Polly lays back on top of her body for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!
Achara lifts her shoulder slightly off the mat to break the fall, surprising everyone in attendance including Lockwood herself. Polly sits, eyes wide, before raking her hair back in frustration.
“That was three damn it!” she exclaims angrily. After a futile argument with the official, Polly rises to her feet and furiously stomps the fallen Thai warrior!
"COME ON! THAT'S ENOUGH!" the ref shouts, trying to pull Polly aside and finally resorting to a count.
"ONE! TWO! THREE..."
The Star-Bangled Bitch shoves the ref away and pulls Achara into a headlock, dragging her along to the center of the ring before driving her foe’s head down into the mat with a Running Bulldog!
Achara’s head snaps back from the impact with the canvas and she flops to her back, dark eyes glassy. The Pernicious Patriot sits next to her flattened foe, sneering and wiping her hands to commemorate a job well done. The blonde pivots to hands and knees next to the Thai grappler and places a single palm on her foe’s chest, raising the other hand in a one-fingered salute to the jeering FAWNatics. The ref slips to the canvas next to them and slaps the canvas for the…
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THRNOOO!
Achara shoves a shoulder up, rolling to her side, headed away from the furious Fox&Friendly Lockwood.
As the ref rises with two fingers raised, the diminutive Lockwood leaps to her feet and gets in the man’s grill as best she can, which is closer to his chest.
“You really can’t stop from giving this girl some affirmative action, can ya?” Polly asks. “Well it isn’t going to matter, cause bytch, I am the one percent in this place.”
Polly turns back to Achara and tugs her foe up from all fours to a rubbery vertical stance, Danpae’s head drooping, arms leaden at her sides.
“I have all the best moves,” the True American shouts to the crowd. “This wannabe is going down bigly!”
Polly dips and throws an arm between the bronzed sinewy stems of the bigger Danpae. The vertically-challenged hardbody shows she’s got power packed into her short but solid frame by plucking Achara off the canvas, resting her dazed foe on her right shoulder for an instant, then surging forward to mini-powerslam the Thai fighter into the deck.
The silenced crowd grumbles as Polly passes on the pin, instead scrambling to her feet and heading for the opposite corner. Reaching the buckles, the Star Spangled Bytch turns and races toward the starfished Danpae. Halfway to the target, she starts to show her gymnastic ability. It’s fairly rudimentary, particularly by Domi Daly’s standards, but she manages to flip into a moonsault that sees her shins drop across the open midriff of Achara. Danpae grunts deeply as she jackknifes under the blonde clad in the glaring colors of her land.
Handspring Moonsault (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acEDfZbNBiE )
Lockwood offers a crisp salute to the few cheering Polly Patriots in the crowd while continuing to kneel on the gulping tummy of her foe. She screams at the zebra to make him aware, THIS IS A PIN. Slow on the uptake, the official finally drops to the mat and slaps for…
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Again Achara refuses to go down without a further fight. She kicks out from under Polly’s haunches, proving she’s made of tough stuff, if still raw.
Lockwood tugs at her shoulder-length golden locks, shrieking in frustration.
“STAY DOWN!”
With Achara having rolled to her chest to avoid another pin attempt, a risen Lockwood fires away with a series of stomps, putting boot sole to backbone until Danpae is a shuddering shell. Finally relenting, Polly heads to the nearest corner and scrambles to the top, spinning to face her target, Achara still on her chest.
With the Thai fighter having no way of knowing Air Polly is on the way, the Star Spangled Bytch leaps from her penthouse, flying high into the Orlando sky. At the zenith, her taut, tanned frame scrunches into a ball then explodes outward as she plummets.
‘WHAAAHMMP’
The True American NAILS Achara with her Lockwood Leap frog splash, crushing Danpae beneath, the abuse to her spine raised exponentially by Lockwood’s signature. Polly rises slightly so she can roll Achara’s breathless body below, shifting Danpae to her back before the little blonde hardbody presses down tight.
“Not this time,” Polly snarls as she hooks a leg, determined to finally end the Thai with the…
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THRENOOO!
The FAWNatics roar with surprise and delight when Achara AGAIN shoves Lockwood off, this time inches from a ‘patriotic’ victory. Lockwood’s head turns toward the ref, staring in fury at the man, but making an effort to contain herself. She mutters something about CNN and RIPS Achara to her feet with a handful of ebony locks.
Spinning, Lockwood heaves Achara to the far corner, Danpae racing toward the buckles in a forced sprint. She turns in time to take the impact against her already bruised backbone then drops to the canvas, bum thumping to the deck. In a seated position, lifeless legs extended in front of her, a blasted Achara leans languidly against the corner, head drooping.
Danpae only looks up when she hears a whistle from the oncoming Fox&Friendly blonde. The bite-sized blonde dashes toward her and leaps from a few feet out, extending her abbreviated legs, aiming a Bronco Busting impact at the face of the Thai grappler.
But Achara still maintains some of her wits. Enough to scoot her butt forward and drop to her side, letting Lockwood ZOOM overhead, the Yank’s parted legs finding not Achara, but the metal ringpost behind the buckles. Going atomic on her kitty with the miss, Polly is frozen, jaw dropped, eyes welling with tears as she thrusts her hands between her legs and onto her throbbing crotch.
She wriggles out of the awful predicament, falling to the canvas after extricating herself then collapsing into a fetal ball, the delighted crowd reveling in the exquisite karma of anguish.
The battered Thai crawls and sprawls her way to the ropes while Polly rolls in pain. If there’s anything Achara gains tonight, it is the respect of many for her resilience in this match.
She struggles to her feet with the help of the ropes and leans back as far as the ropes allow, taking the moment to rest while her opponent writhes on the ground. And just as Polly pushes up to her knee, Achara grabs her in a front facelock and snaps backwards onto the mat, driving the bite-sized hardbody head-first into the mat with a less-than-perfect DDT! Another textbook maneuvers she recalls from the videos she has watched.
Polly clutches her head and rolls to her back, quickly finding Achara pressing on top of her.
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TWO!
THRENOOO!
Polly kicks out of a near fall! Eyes wide open, still feeling her head spinning from the thump on the deck.
Achara sluggishly lifts Polly up and placed her in a three quarter facelock before throwing her over the shoulders. Polly’s bum hit the deck and quickly snaps back to her senses as Achara delivers yet another strong kick into her scapula! Polly arches her back and yelps as the pain sears through her back, enough to make her pop right back up to her feet.
“FINISH!” Achara yelled as she swings a heavy foot towards Polly’s head, making a loud smack as it contacts the side of her face. Spit and sweat flies off the side of Polly’s face before she eats the mat, back still throbbing red from the kick earlier.
Achara tiredly flips her over for a lateral press.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!
The Patriot shoves the Thai aside and rolls to her side, flexing her jaw. Polly spits some blood to the canvas.
Meanwhile, Achara struggles to her feet with the remaining fuel in her tank.
“Nobody makes me bleed my own blood,” Lockwood growls, pushing up to one knee as she runs her tongue over her teeth for a quick count.
Danpae pivots and sends another roundhouse kick to dissect the blonde’s eyes, but the True American ducks under the would-be strike and shoots to her feet after the miss, screaming bloody murder as she plucks Achara’s remaining grounded stem off the canvas and drives her foe to the canvas like an amateur wrestler with a single-leg takedown.
Polly thrusts the Thai rookie to the deck, staying tight to her foe’s back. Quickly, the Star Spangled Bytch snakes her arms under and around those of Achara, lacing her fingers behind the neck of the Asian grappler to secure a full nelson. She lifts Danpae’s noggin, yanking back on her grip, then PLANTS Achara’s face into the deck with a sneering superiority.
“When are you people going to learn?” she shouts.
Polly elevates and SLAMS her foe’s dazed features into the thinly-sheathed plywood once more.
“They build’em best in the U.S.”
Lockwood releases her nelson and pushes off Achara’s shoulderblades, shoving to her feet. The vertically-challenged blonde sends a couple wicked kicks to Danpae’s right ribs to convince the Thai fighter to roll to her back.
Once she’s there, Polly moves to a standing, forward-facing straddle of her foe. She leaps over a wincing Achara and mushroom stomps her foe’s breasts flat to her sternum, drawing a yelp of pain. The True American grinds the soles of her boots into the tender tissue before dropping off either side.
“Now that you’ve been stamped Made in the USA, it’s time to deport your ass,” Polly informs.
Lockwood steps away from the groaning Danpae. While Achara struggles to all fours, Polly heads for the outside. The crowd well knows she’s not departing. Instead, she turns once through the ropes and grabs the top cable with both hands, waiting like a predator for her foe to reach her feet.
A wobbly Achara drunkenly turns toward the blonde and Polly literally springs into action, leaping to the top strand and using it to bounce into flight. Her left arm wraps around the noggin of Danpae on the way down and Lockwood lays out, RIPPING her foe off her feet and SPIKING the crown of Achara’s skull into the deck.
The FAWNatics groan as one, so nasty is the impact of the Polly Rocket, a springboard DDT that leaves the Thai beauty a quivering bronze mass, starfished and twitching a few feet from the Star Spangled Bytch.
Polly Rocket (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKWI-rr-T7I )
A grinning Lockwood knee-walks to the demolished Achara and presses her flattened left hpalm atop the chest of her barely conscious foe for the emphatic…
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THREEE!
The Fox&Friendly, flaxen-haired hardbody hops to her feet and plants boot to bosom, giving her best pose for a Gladiatrix cover. The ref snatches a wrist to signify the win as the ring announcer makes it official.
“Your winner by pinfall…the True American…Polly Lockwood.”
Polly appears to consider having a little post-match fun with Achara but the official steps between them and directs Lockwood to leave. The smirking victor decides Danpae isn’t worth the trouble and she strides confidently to the ropes, slips through, and drops to the floor to make her exit to the full-throated boos of the FAWN faithful.
The U.S.A. again proven number one.