Post by therjdt on Apr 7, 2018 20:34:18 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall,” the Announcer addressed the swelling crowd, “with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Roswell, New Mexico… she stands five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, would you please welcome… LAAAUUURRRAAA DIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDD!!!!”
The name alone was enough to draw an enthusiastic roar from the FAWN faithful, and that entrance music - Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Wild’ drove them even wilder. But the volume his a peak when the woman in question rolled out onto the stage riding a shined-to-perfection Harley Roadhog. Of course, it’s not just the bike that impressed them. The well-built brunette lovely astride the ‘hog, her silver fightin’ two piece visible underneath an open black leather jacket and chaps, her eyes hidden behind shades, was certainly deserving of plenty of praise.
Riding her bike all the way down to ring, Laura took a turn away from the ring steps, parking her Harley near the other post. Slipping off her mount, the young brunette removed her shades, slipping them into the pocket of her jacket. Then, beaming, Diamond took a quick lap around the ring, reaching to slap as many hands as she could before bounding up the steel steps. Sliding through the ropes, Laura leapt onto the middle rope, pumping a fist to an appreciative cheer, before jumping down and beginning the process of slipping out of her leathers.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bright, Victoria, Australia, standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixteen pounds…she is known as the Chaos Emerald…LYRA FAULK!”
All we want is to feel that feeling again
WILD BEASTS-MECCA www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ew4GNsM5Cc
The woman who appeared at the top of the ramp was clearly Lyra Faulk, but up to this point she had only ever been seen alongside her partner and only ever introduced by Placebo’s guitars. But this much more sedate and eerie entrance music must be her personal choice. The Chaos Emerald was also far more still than she usually seemed was when entering the ring, swaying slightly on the spot. Her eyes began closing as her chosen anthem’s introduction drew to a close.
WE MOVE IN FEAR
WE MOVE IN DESIRE
The drums kicked in all at once, Lyra jerking to the side like a marionette, eyes still firmly closed. And now she was off, dancing and whirling in a wild balletic rain dance which took her on a winding path down the ramp through the pools of emerald green light dotted along the way. For tonight’s contest with the Biker Babe Lyra wore her usual black sneakers, sequined green hotpants and sheer long-sleeved mesh top, a lacy black bra clearly visible through the meshing.
Her brunette hair was lose and already wild from the dancing, and over her still-closed right eye she had drawn two chevrons in fluorescent pink and green. As the music reached another crescendo her movement suddenly stilled again, eyes snapping open as she set off on a shockingly quick dead sprint up to the ring and sliding under the ropes. She came to a stop in the center of the ring, a grin spreading across her face. “Hi cobber!” she said cheerily to tonight’s referee Merle. He smiled back uncertainly but the Chaos Emerald didn’t seem to notice, turning her smile to her opponent and waving happily at her before retreating into her corner as her music faded down.
Despite still being technically in the developmental leagues Laura Diamond was well used to the way things worked in FAWN. And that was why she stayed in the relative safety of her corner as the confident newbie strode out to centre ring again and held out a hand for a shake. “Come on out bike babe!” Faulk enthusiastically chirped, “I can’t promise not to bite but I’m ever so friendly.”
Scowling a little at the overly cheery tone, Diamond stuck with her decision to be cautious. “I’ve seen how you like to operate girl” she called, back firmly pressed to the buckles. “You and that big redhead managed to sneak attack yourselves all the way to a Fawnamania beating. I’m not up for being jumped, so where is she?”
Lyra rolled her eyes a little. “Harry’s around, but she says she isn’t coming out to play unless you bring that Fletcher friend of yours to our little double date.” The Aussie’s tone changed abruptly, becoming a lot less sing-song and a lot more businesslike. “Listen, we’ve both got partners but right now there’s only one girl I want to get to know and I’m looking at her. If you won’t shake my hand maybe there’s a better way to start this off.”
To elaborate on her somewhat cryptic statement Lyra rotated her hand and lifted it up above her head, transforming the unrequited handshake into an equally clear invitation for a test of strength. Diamond was still suspicious but she couldn’t stay in the corner forever and she knew she was stronger than the skinny little newbie. After one final check of her surroundings the Road Rager pressed out from her corner and raised a hand to meet her opponent’s.
Feet set before she had even touched the smaller woman’s palm, Diamond let out a grumble as the whisper-quick Aussie suddenly pulled her hand away and swished past like a cool breeze. That raised palm swung down and transformed into a playful but still slightly stinging SLAP on the New Mexican’s bubble butt, earning a snicker from Lyra and a small ‘oooo’ of appreciation from the crowd.
It took a second for Laura’s face to switch from surprise to anger, and then she rounded on the cheeky little brunette with one fist raised. Unfortunately for her Faulk was still too quick, waltzing around her a second time to stay on the Road Rager’s six. Diamond’s hands dropped to her butt in expectation of a second slapping but Lyra just placed both palms between the bigger girl’s shoulders and gave a hard little shove, sending Diamond staggering off towards the ropes/
Sorting out her feet after a few staggered strides, Laura swung around to ‘bwung’ her back off the springy strands and used the momentum to charge back in, that fist still cocked and ready. She was all set to connect until the last second, Faulk dodging to the side, snatching her arm out of the air and throwing herself into a simultaneous somersault.
JAPANESE ARMDRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg
Momentum threw Diamond into a hard landing on her upper back, but this wasn’t nearly enough to stop the brawny brunette from scrambling straight over to her knees. She was in the process of standing all the way up when Lyra snatched her arm again and used it to yank her the rest of the way. “Just borrowing this for a second longer cobber!” the Aussie yelled, looping underneath to torque the shoulder around and then ignoring the Biker Babe’s subsequent wince to drag her over to the corner.
Lyra ran up the buckles as if they were horizontal, catching her balance on the top rope and taking a step or two along the thin strand with Diamond being pulled along behind her. It was the work of a second for the Chaos Emerald to leap off her perch, diving through a neat somersault to send her larger opponent flying across the ring for a second time. Again Laura rolled through the impact, this time getting back to her feet, but the Aussie’s hot start continued as she leaped up and wrapped her feet around the New Mexican’s skull, swinging through to send her headfirst back to the canvas again
ROPE WALK ARMDRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg
It was easy for Lyra to roll back and gather up one of Diamond’s sturdy legs, Merle dropping to check that the shoulders were down before counting
ONE
TW…
The instant Diamond recovered her equilibrium she exploded off the canvas, sending Faulk rolling away as she sat up and scrambled over to her knees. The smaller woman sped right back in again and ran headfirst into a forearm smash from the biker babe! Lyra was sent down to the canvas hard with Laura surging over to keep her there.
Straddling the grounded high-flyer, Laura powered a fist downwards and enjoyed the grunt of pain she elicited. “Oh c’mon new girl, haven’t you ever been hit before? Someone who gets as much hype as you do should be able to take a PUNCH!” Her final word was very appropriately punctuated by another hammerfist, this one drawing a louder hiss of pain from the trapped rookie. But Merle was already chuntering about closed fists and Diamond had a better idea anyway.
Phase one of her plan was switching the ground-and-pound for a double hair hold, which she used to yank the Aussie back to her feet. “Kinky little game you’re playing darl” Lyra grunted, grabbing a hair hold of her own and yanking sideways to tilt Diamond’s head. She had stepped closer and almost seemed ready to plant a kiss in the exposed hollow of the Bodacious Biker’s neck when the bigger girl dropped her hands and shoved her backwards into the ropes.
Returning with the inevitable momentum lent by the springy cables, Lyra raised both her hands to chest level and looked for all the world as if she was planning to do a running grope of the Roswell girl’s boobs! Whatever her plans they were swiftly changed when Laura set her feet and pushed upwards with her whole body, sending the surprised Aussie into an enforced and augmented vertical leap. At the apex Diamond grabbed her around the waist and drove forwards, bringing the FlC girl down hard on her back with a Rydeen Bomb!
RYDEEN BOMB www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfiQ-MiUj70
Faulk’s back was smeared into the canvas, her legs in the air with the New Mexican sitting between them. It was the work of a moment to gather those stems up and press forwards, Lyra’s shoulders down on the matt for…
ONE
TWO
Eyes snapping open, Lyra crunched up her body a little to lift her shoulders up off the matt and make eye contact with Diamond. “OW! If you wanted to get between my legs you just had to ask” she chirped, wriggling her body backwards a little while the biker babe processed what she’d just heard and launched a retaliatory slap into her stomach. Laura had just raised her hand for second swing when those Aussie thighs suddenly became a lot tighter, Faulk reaching up to grab her wrist yet again and bridge back for an impromptu but tight triangle choke.
“I feel like we got off to a bit of a rocky start…” Lyra told the wriggling brunette, shifting a little to crunch her thighs together a fraction more. The biker’s only response was a gurgle, her oxygen suddenly too precious to spend on words, but this only seemed to deepen the frown on Faulk’s face. “See that’s what I mean!” she complained, “We’re meant to be having all kinds of flirty banter right now and all you can do is grimace at me. Maybe we should start over. Hi, I’m Lyra, I like big butts and I cannot HEY NO!”
Uninterested in the prattle coming from the Aussie’s mouth, Diamond had instead focussed on shifting her weight forwards and around until her legs were underneath her. With this extra leverage she bridged back, hoisting the complaining Faulk up into the air and then swinging around and dropping to her front. The sort of impromptu Spinning Powerbomb wasn’t exactly pretty but it was more than enough to convince Lyra to let go of the choke, both women hurriedly wriggling themselves backwards, Laura taking deep, lung expanding breaths while Lyra reached up to…
Somehow the Aussie went from sitting on her butt to upright and charging with almost no visible transition. Before the Biker Babe could process what had happened Faulk was on top of her, one knee raised at perfect height to take her head off if Diamond hadn’t flinched away at the last possible instant. The Chaos Emerald didn’t miss a step though, continuing into the ropes and somehow returning with even more speed, spinning her body so that one hip slammed into the back of the surprised New Mexican’s head!
Laura’s torso was rocked forwards by the Hip Attack, her body then springing back onto the matt. Lyra was sent tumbling too but was once again back to her feet impossibly fast, this time charging at the perpendicular ropes. With Diamond lying prone the flying Aussie completed a short forward roll and then somehow popped herself up into the air, her back crashing down on the Biker’s taut midriff.
ROLLING SENTON www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6UM6hqTF0
Again the reached back and hooked Laura’s leg up high, although this time her hand slid down to take a generous grasp of trunks. She didn’t’ seem to be using this to keep her up though, instead yanking down to expose even more of the other brunette’s butt. On the opposite side Merle dropped down to count…
ONE
TW…
Whether it was the fear of a three count or the surprise wedgie that did it, Diamond sparked back to life and kicked up and out, shoving the lighter woman up and off her. Once again though the Chaos Emerald seemed to be one step ahead, rolling to one side and bringing her legs up to hook around American biceps. Lyra reached up to grab those captured wrists then leaned back down again, using her bodyweight to tug back on a tight Lotus Lock!
“So I was thinking the other day about smart people in FAWN.” Lyra’s tone was conversational, although her breath was a little ragged from the effort of tugging on Diamond’s arms. “Emily West is meant to be like the cleverest person ever, but Rose Evans is the Smartest Girl in the Room. What happens when Emily comes in that room? Does she get dumber or does Rose get smarter?”
After a few futile seconds spent trying to tug her arms free, Diamond changed tack, reaching out one leg towards the ropes and coming a good few inches short. As such her Aussie captor’s prattle was the least of her concerns, but the noise in her ear was distracting at the least. “Wh…what are you talking about?” she growled, “shut up and get offa me or I’ll OWWWwWW!
Corralling both the American’s arms with one of her own, Lyra used her free hand to grasp her opponent’s waistband and yank upwards, adding to her previous wedgie work. “You’re not really contributing to the banter,” she advised happily, “and you can’t seem to stop me from hurting these lovely strong arms of yours, so I’m just making conversation till you give up. So anyway, then I thought, what happens if Rose is in a room by herself? Then she’d be the dumbest person in the room too! Hahaha! She’d be so stupi…oh, what’s the drama mate?”
This last question was directed at Merle, who was tapping her on the shoulder with increasing urgency and demanding a break. Faulk glanced down to notice that the Road Rager had finally reached the ropes with the toe of one boot, then back up just as the referee demanded “Let her go, Lyra!”
“Why?” The brunette looked confused. For a brief instant Merle did too, but he quickly decided not to fall for that trick. “It’s the rules, miss. I’ll give you a five count, but you have to break the hold.
Faulk’s confusion resolved into a wide and entirely mirthless smile. “F~ck your rules!” she exclaimed happily, yanking back harder than ever until the count reached “FOUR” and Merle’s tugging on her sleve became increasingly urgent. “OK, fine, whatever!” she yelled like a grumpy teenager and releasing the hold and rolling to a low crouch.
“The only rules are the ones we can’t help but obey,” Lyra told Merle severely. The referee didn’t respond except to wave for the match to continue, while a few feet away Diamond took a second to massage both her hurting shoulders and then clambered to her feet, using the ropes for leverage.
Her stance was cautious, and rightfully so as Faulk once again went from standing still to a full on charge at her in the blink of an eye. This time she’d pulled her trick once too often though, the Biker Babe anticipating her speed and kicking one leg up. The Chaos Emerald ran headfirst into that raised boot and snapped back to the canvas, her eyes suddenly full of stars.
Cheers rung around the building from that momentum-shifting strike, Diamond giving a quick grin to acknowledge her fans but getting swiftly back to the task at hand. With Faulk still down and dazed the Road Rager hopped off both feet and tucked them under, dropping her knees into the other brunette’s gulping tummy. Lyra let out a ‘WHOULFFF’ of escaping air and sat upright, her instincts telling her to get back to her feet.
Unfortunately for the Aussie this was very much assisted by Diamond, the Biker Babe enjoying her strength advantage so much that she pulled the other brunette in close and hooked around her slender waist. “You are SO annoying!” she told the squirming Aussie, “but you are fun to throw around.” Faulk had no response and was powerless to prevent what came next as the silver-clad stunner exploded her captured burden upwards and then backwards, the FlC girl thumping into the canvas on the back of her neck and shoulders!
OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyDmvVvexu0
Writhing from the hellacious impact, Faulk came to rest on her back parallel to the ropes. She looked ripe for a pin attempt but Laura’s relative veteran instincts told her that she wasn’t quite done yet, and he had the perfect way to finish things. Sliding alongside with her back to the ropes, the Road Rager leaned back as far as she could and tucked up her legs. The result was a beautifully augmented catapult down onto the hurting Aussie, Diamond’s taut tummy SLAMMIGN into Faulk’s and sending her flopping like a fish out of water.
ROAD RASH www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6RXUrXV1oI
Forcing the gasping brunette back down, Diamond hooked both legs and rolled them up high, piling maximum leverage into the pin attempt. Merle was quick to respond, dropping down to count…
ONE
TWO
Diamond hadn’t felt any shift in the smaller woman’s body position, but for some reason the anticipated sound of a third slap of the canvas was replaced by groans from the crowd. She glanced up at Merle in confusion, but he just wordlessly gestured to Lyra’s hand, which had shot out at the last possible instant and grabbed the bottom rope. She couldn’t hold back the frustrated growl from escaping her lips, and it only continued when Faulk yanked hard on the cable and used it to roll herself out of the ring and, more importantly, out of Laura’s clutches.
Rolling into a heap on the floor, Lyra took a second to catch a few deep breaths and massage some feeling back into her neck after that suplex. Then she pressed herself up, scrambling to her feet with none of her previous speed or grace. Merle had already reached “TWO!” on his count, but far more interesting to the Aussie was the figure of Laura Diamond leaning over the ropes. “Get back in here, cheat!” the biker babe demanded.
Instead of a verbal response Faulk simply dashed forwards, leaping up to hook her hands around Diamond’s head and…NO! Again the Biker Babe anticipated the danger and jerked her head away at the last instant, hurriedly stumbling backwards to avoid the attempted rope-hung neckbreaker. Lyra somehow managed to adjust in mid-air to land safely on the apron, slipping through the ropes and somehow finding time to stuff a boot up at waist height, gutting the New Mexican as she charged in.
Diamond reared straight back upright and swung a big lariat, but the lightning-quick Aussie was already a blur of motion, snatching her arm out of the air and whirling beneath to apply torque to the shoulder. “Come this way” she chirped, dragging the Road Rager over towards the nearest corner and ascending the buckles when WHAM! Laura simply swung her other hand around and drove her knuck;es deep into the pit of Faulk’s stomach.
Stopped dead in her tracks, Lyra released her arm hold and sat back on the top buckle, hands holding onto her belly. Determined to bring an end to the match, Diamond clambered up in front of her, placing both feet securely on the second rope and then reaching up to hook a facelock. She had already started lifting in preparation for a huge Superplex when Faulk flicked a swift and extremely well placed boot up between her legs and directly into her center!
Suddenly there was no thought in the Biker Babe’s head except to quell the fire in her nethers. She abandoned her superplex and dropped both hands to massage ebtwen her legs, leaving her wide open when Lyra slammed a quick-n-dirty elbow into her jaw and then wriggled out from behind her, yanking her head down as she did so to leave Diamond trapped on the buckles. The position was precarious at best but was made infinitely worse when the Aussie stepped out a few paces, whirled back, and hopped off one foot while bringing the other boot up for a brilliantly unorthodox Superkick square into that pretty face!
EDGE OF CHAOS www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PsdXWigoro
Despite having just been knocked loopy, Diamond was still stuck up in her position on the buckles. And she would’ve stayed there for some time if Faulk hadn’t have intervened, twanging off the ropes next to her and corkscrewing though the air. At the apex of her spring she hooked both hands around the Biker Babe’s silver-clad hips and then dropped to her butt, planting Diamond onto her back.
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW POWERBOMB www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WshVVsgImQ
Collectively the crowd took in a big breath and then gave a big ‘holy s**t’ roar at the sheer aerial prowess on display. But Something even more special was apparently on the mind of Lyra Faulk, because when she hopped up to the top turnbuckle, she paused, tilted her head to one side, then suddenly beckoned to Merle. “Hey! Mate, come over here! I need you for a second!” The referee had been crouched down to check on Diamond, but stood up and came over.
“Are you hurt miss?” he asked curiously. Faulk scoffed at him for a second. “Nah, I’m fine, weren’t you watching? I just wrecked that chick. But I’m going to say something really badass and I need someone to hear it so they can tell people how cool I am. Wait there a sec...”
A few moments pause, then the Aussie’s voice went serious, although her face still had the expression of an excited puppy. “Do you know why FAWN’s marketing department call this move ‘Entropy’?”
The referee thought for a second, realised that he was meant to just play along, and over-exaggeratedly asked “No Lyra, why is it called ‘Entropy’?”
“Because it’s inevitable.”
Lyra couldn’t help letting out a little giggle at her physics joke even as she launched herself upwards and outwards. The acrobatic Aussie seemed to hang in the void for far longer than she had any right to, flipping gracefully over in midair. Any sense of grace was quickly diminished though when she splashed down with ridiculous momentum given her relatively slight frame, her spine crunching into the Biker Babe’s prone body.
ENTROPY www.youtube.com/watch?v=slq4VIywr6w
Diamond spasmed up once from the impact and then flopped back down, hands vacantly cradling her impacted core while her eyes stayed hidden behind wild strands of black hair. Lyra grabbed both those starfished stems, taking a moment longer than necessary to slide one hand up so it was resting squarely on the biker’s bubble-butt, and then pressed down to leave Laura with her shoulders down and her ass pointed at the lights. Merle dropped and slapped the matt…
ONCE
TWICE
THREE TIMES!
A reasonable roar from the house show crowd. Sure, they weren’t big fans of the impish Aussie, but the combination of athleticism and her keenness to expose as much of Diamond’s peachy cheeks as possible had won her at least a few muted cheers to go alongside the boos.
However, it didn’t look like Lyra was particularly interested in celebrating her win. Sure, she had a smile on her face, but that seemed to be her default expression for much of the time, and her eyes showed absolutely no humour whatsoever. This became increasingly apparent to Merle as the victorious Chaos Emerald stood up and rounded on him.
“Hello mister referee,” she cooed. “I really am sorry for hurting your friend a few months ago. And I don’t think I’m going to hurt you either, you seem like an alright bloke. But if you don’t scamper away up that ramp in the next ten seconds or so, my friend Harry is almost certainly going to kick you really hard in the balls. And I think that would make you sad.”
The statement was punctuated by a rustling sound from directly behind Merle. Sure enough when he spun around Harriet Larkin was there, the redhead looking surprisingly unruffled for someone who had apparently just materialised from thin air. “Jog on, stripes” she growled at him, then brushed past and reached down to grab one of Laura Diamond’s limp arms.
HARRIET LARKIN
Despite the surprise and the threat Merle stood his ground. “I will overturn the decision if you do anything to hurt her!” he warned, voice firm. Larkin glanced at him for a second then nodded. “Ok, deal. You go do the paperwork for that and we’ll be with you shortly.” She gave him a shove, hard enough to send him stumbling but not quite falling, then yanked on Diamond’s hand to drag her up to...
“Harry, someone else wants to play.” The sharpness in Lyra’s voice had Larkin’s head on a swivel, quickly focusing in on the person dashing down the ramp at top speed. Meggerz Fletcher (for it was she) had managed to grab a folding chair from somewhere but was otherwise in street clothes; a tight tank top, skinny jeans, and sneakers, although this didn’t appear to be slowing her down.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER
In fact she sped up, Sliding into the ring, popping to her feet to duck under Larkin’s clothesline attempt and then swung her chair hard enough to have taken Faulk’s head off if the Aussie hadn’t slipped out of the ring at the last possible second. Fletcher instead swung a frustrated swipe at the ropes and then turned around to see Larkin hauling Diamond up and hooking her into position for an underhook DDT…
Starting forwards again, the Asphalt Angel stopped just as quickly when Larkin feinted back as if she was going to hit the DDT. “Calm your tits, whatever-your-name-is,” the Hollow Girl drawled. Fletcher’s eyes were blazing, but she held herself still, growling “Let her go NOW.”
Larkin seemed to be considering the prospect. “Don’t think I want to do that. But I could be persuaded if I get a better offer. Lyra’s had her fun tonight, but delayed gratification is the greatest pleasure. Tomorrow?”
“I’ll kick your ass right now, tomorrow, and any other night you two sorry cheats try to show your faces!” Fletcher couldn’t hide the anger in her voice. Larkin just nodded. “Tomorrow” she repeated in a satisfied voice. Then, as an afterthought, her gaze shifted to a point just behind Fletcher and she muttered “by the way, check your six…”
Meggerz whirled around, chair already out and swinging wildly at what she assumed was the other newbie creeping up behind her. It took a few more seconds and another instinctive swing before she realised that Lyra was in fact still several yards away outside the ring, grinning up mischievously at her. Fletcher spun again just in time to hear the THUMP as the crown of Diamond’s skull was driven into the canvas courtesy of the Hollow Girl’s finisher.
FALLS THE SHADOW www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyvtF48BHjA
Rolling out under the ropes before the new arrival could grab her, Larkin took a few steps backwards up the ramp and prepared herself for any sort of onslaught. For a second it looked like Fletcher was going to follow her, but concern for her partner won out over the desire for payback and she dropped to cradle the insensate brunette’s cheek. Her eyes stayed fixed on Larkin though as the flame-haired vixen was joined by her partner and the pair retreated up the ramp with grins on their faces. “Tomorrow,” Fletcher muttered as they disappeared behind the curtain.
The name alone was enough to draw an enthusiastic roar from the FAWN faithful, and that entrance music - Steppenwolf’s ‘Born to be Wild’ drove them even wilder. But the volume his a peak when the woman in question rolled out onto the stage riding a shined-to-perfection Harley Roadhog. Of course, it’s not just the bike that impressed them. The well-built brunette lovely astride the ‘hog, her silver fightin’ two piece visible underneath an open black leather jacket and chaps, her eyes hidden behind shades, was certainly deserving of plenty of praise.
Riding her bike all the way down to ring, Laura took a turn away from the ring steps, parking her Harley near the other post. Slipping off her mount, the young brunette removed her shades, slipping them into the pocket of her jacket. Then, beaming, Diamond took a quick lap around the ring, reaching to slap as many hands as she could before bounding up the steel steps. Sliding through the ropes, Laura leapt onto the middle rope, pumping a fist to an appreciative cheer, before jumping down and beginning the process of slipping out of her leathers.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Bright, Victoria, Australia, standing at five feet and four inches of height and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixteen pounds…she is known as the Chaos Emerald…LYRA FAULK!”
All we want is to feel that feeling again
WILD BEASTS-MECCA www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ew4GNsM5Cc
The woman who appeared at the top of the ramp was clearly Lyra Faulk, but up to this point she had only ever been seen alongside her partner and only ever introduced by Placebo’s guitars. But this much more sedate and eerie entrance music must be her personal choice. The Chaos Emerald was also far more still than she usually seemed was when entering the ring, swaying slightly on the spot. Her eyes began closing as her chosen anthem’s introduction drew to a close.
WE MOVE IN FEAR
WE MOVE IN DESIRE
The drums kicked in all at once, Lyra jerking to the side like a marionette, eyes still firmly closed. And now she was off, dancing and whirling in a wild balletic rain dance which took her on a winding path down the ramp through the pools of emerald green light dotted along the way. For tonight’s contest with the Biker Babe Lyra wore her usual black sneakers, sequined green hotpants and sheer long-sleeved mesh top, a lacy black bra clearly visible through the meshing.
Her brunette hair was lose and already wild from the dancing, and over her still-closed right eye she had drawn two chevrons in fluorescent pink and green. As the music reached another crescendo her movement suddenly stilled again, eyes snapping open as she set off on a shockingly quick dead sprint up to the ring and sliding under the ropes. She came to a stop in the center of the ring, a grin spreading across her face. “Hi cobber!” she said cheerily to tonight’s referee Merle. He smiled back uncertainly but the Chaos Emerald didn’t seem to notice, turning her smile to her opponent and waving happily at her before retreating into her corner as her music faded down.
Despite still being technically in the developmental leagues Laura Diamond was well used to the way things worked in FAWN. And that was why she stayed in the relative safety of her corner as the confident newbie strode out to centre ring again and held out a hand for a shake. “Come on out bike babe!” Faulk enthusiastically chirped, “I can’t promise not to bite but I’m ever so friendly.”
Scowling a little at the overly cheery tone, Diamond stuck with her decision to be cautious. “I’ve seen how you like to operate girl” she called, back firmly pressed to the buckles. “You and that big redhead managed to sneak attack yourselves all the way to a Fawnamania beating. I’m not up for being jumped, so where is she?”
Lyra rolled her eyes a little. “Harry’s around, but she says she isn’t coming out to play unless you bring that Fletcher friend of yours to our little double date.” The Aussie’s tone changed abruptly, becoming a lot less sing-song and a lot more businesslike. “Listen, we’ve both got partners but right now there’s only one girl I want to get to know and I’m looking at her. If you won’t shake my hand maybe there’s a better way to start this off.”
To elaborate on her somewhat cryptic statement Lyra rotated her hand and lifted it up above her head, transforming the unrequited handshake into an equally clear invitation for a test of strength. Diamond was still suspicious but she couldn’t stay in the corner forever and she knew she was stronger than the skinny little newbie. After one final check of her surroundings the Road Rager pressed out from her corner and raised a hand to meet her opponent’s.
Feet set before she had even touched the smaller woman’s palm, Diamond let out a grumble as the whisper-quick Aussie suddenly pulled her hand away and swished past like a cool breeze. That raised palm swung down and transformed into a playful but still slightly stinging SLAP on the New Mexican’s bubble butt, earning a snicker from Lyra and a small ‘oooo’ of appreciation from the crowd.
It took a second for Laura’s face to switch from surprise to anger, and then she rounded on the cheeky little brunette with one fist raised. Unfortunately for her Faulk was still too quick, waltzing around her a second time to stay on the Road Rager’s six. Diamond’s hands dropped to her butt in expectation of a second slapping but Lyra just placed both palms between the bigger girl’s shoulders and gave a hard little shove, sending Diamond staggering off towards the ropes/
Sorting out her feet after a few staggered strides, Laura swung around to ‘bwung’ her back off the springy strands and used the momentum to charge back in, that fist still cocked and ready. She was all set to connect until the last second, Faulk dodging to the side, snatching her arm out of the air and throwing herself into a simultaneous somersault.
JAPANESE ARMDRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg
Momentum threw Diamond into a hard landing on her upper back, but this wasn’t nearly enough to stop the brawny brunette from scrambling straight over to her knees. She was in the process of standing all the way up when Lyra snatched her arm again and used it to yank her the rest of the way. “Just borrowing this for a second longer cobber!” the Aussie yelled, looping underneath to torque the shoulder around and then ignoring the Biker Babe’s subsequent wince to drag her over to the corner.
Lyra ran up the buckles as if they were horizontal, catching her balance on the top rope and taking a step or two along the thin strand with Diamond being pulled along behind her. It was the work of a second for the Chaos Emerald to leap off her perch, diving through a neat somersault to send her larger opponent flying across the ring for a second time. Again Laura rolled through the impact, this time getting back to her feet, but the Aussie’s hot start continued as she leaped up and wrapped her feet around the New Mexican’s skull, swinging through to send her headfirst back to the canvas again
ROPE WALK ARMDRAG www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzB5Hm_ipzg
It was easy for Lyra to roll back and gather up one of Diamond’s sturdy legs, Merle dropping to check that the shoulders were down before counting
ONE
TW…
The instant Diamond recovered her equilibrium she exploded off the canvas, sending Faulk rolling away as she sat up and scrambled over to her knees. The smaller woman sped right back in again and ran headfirst into a forearm smash from the biker babe! Lyra was sent down to the canvas hard with Laura surging over to keep her there.
Straddling the grounded high-flyer, Laura powered a fist downwards and enjoyed the grunt of pain she elicited. “Oh c’mon new girl, haven’t you ever been hit before? Someone who gets as much hype as you do should be able to take a PUNCH!” Her final word was very appropriately punctuated by another hammerfist, this one drawing a louder hiss of pain from the trapped rookie. But Merle was already chuntering about closed fists and Diamond had a better idea anyway.
Phase one of her plan was switching the ground-and-pound for a double hair hold, which she used to yank the Aussie back to her feet. “Kinky little game you’re playing darl” Lyra grunted, grabbing a hair hold of her own and yanking sideways to tilt Diamond’s head. She had stepped closer and almost seemed ready to plant a kiss in the exposed hollow of the Bodacious Biker’s neck when the bigger girl dropped her hands and shoved her backwards into the ropes.
Returning with the inevitable momentum lent by the springy cables, Lyra raised both her hands to chest level and looked for all the world as if she was planning to do a running grope of the Roswell girl’s boobs! Whatever her plans they were swiftly changed when Laura set her feet and pushed upwards with her whole body, sending the surprised Aussie into an enforced and augmented vertical leap. At the apex Diamond grabbed her around the waist and drove forwards, bringing the FlC girl down hard on her back with a Rydeen Bomb!
RYDEEN BOMB www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfiQ-MiUj70
Faulk’s back was smeared into the canvas, her legs in the air with the New Mexican sitting between them. It was the work of a moment to gather those stems up and press forwards, Lyra’s shoulders down on the matt for…
ONE
TWO
Eyes snapping open, Lyra crunched up her body a little to lift her shoulders up off the matt and make eye contact with Diamond. “OW! If you wanted to get between my legs you just had to ask” she chirped, wriggling her body backwards a little while the biker babe processed what she’d just heard and launched a retaliatory slap into her stomach. Laura had just raised her hand for second swing when those Aussie thighs suddenly became a lot tighter, Faulk reaching up to grab her wrist yet again and bridge back for an impromptu but tight triangle choke.
“I feel like we got off to a bit of a rocky start…” Lyra told the wriggling brunette, shifting a little to crunch her thighs together a fraction more. The biker’s only response was a gurgle, her oxygen suddenly too precious to spend on words, but this only seemed to deepen the frown on Faulk’s face. “See that’s what I mean!” she complained, “We’re meant to be having all kinds of flirty banter right now and all you can do is grimace at me. Maybe we should start over. Hi, I’m Lyra, I like big butts and I cannot HEY NO!”
Uninterested in the prattle coming from the Aussie’s mouth, Diamond had instead focussed on shifting her weight forwards and around until her legs were underneath her. With this extra leverage she bridged back, hoisting the complaining Faulk up into the air and then swinging around and dropping to her front. The sort of impromptu Spinning Powerbomb wasn’t exactly pretty but it was more than enough to convince Lyra to let go of the choke, both women hurriedly wriggling themselves backwards, Laura taking deep, lung expanding breaths while Lyra reached up to…
Somehow the Aussie went from sitting on her butt to upright and charging with almost no visible transition. Before the Biker Babe could process what had happened Faulk was on top of her, one knee raised at perfect height to take her head off if Diamond hadn’t flinched away at the last possible instant. The Chaos Emerald didn’t miss a step though, continuing into the ropes and somehow returning with even more speed, spinning her body so that one hip slammed into the back of the surprised New Mexican’s head!
Laura’s torso was rocked forwards by the Hip Attack, her body then springing back onto the matt. Lyra was sent tumbling too but was once again back to her feet impossibly fast, this time charging at the perpendicular ropes. With Diamond lying prone the flying Aussie completed a short forward roll and then somehow popped herself up into the air, her back crashing down on the Biker’s taut midriff.
ROLLING SENTON www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg6UM6hqTF0
Again the reached back and hooked Laura’s leg up high, although this time her hand slid down to take a generous grasp of trunks. She didn’t’ seem to be using this to keep her up though, instead yanking down to expose even more of the other brunette’s butt. On the opposite side Merle dropped down to count…
ONE
TW…
Whether it was the fear of a three count or the surprise wedgie that did it, Diamond sparked back to life and kicked up and out, shoving the lighter woman up and off her. Once again though the Chaos Emerald seemed to be one step ahead, rolling to one side and bringing her legs up to hook around American biceps. Lyra reached up to grab those captured wrists then leaned back down again, using her bodyweight to tug back on a tight Lotus Lock!
“So I was thinking the other day about smart people in FAWN.” Lyra’s tone was conversational, although her breath was a little ragged from the effort of tugging on Diamond’s arms. “Emily West is meant to be like the cleverest person ever, but Rose Evans is the Smartest Girl in the Room. What happens when Emily comes in that room? Does she get dumber or does Rose get smarter?”
After a few futile seconds spent trying to tug her arms free, Diamond changed tack, reaching out one leg towards the ropes and coming a good few inches short. As such her Aussie captor’s prattle was the least of her concerns, but the noise in her ear was distracting at the least. “Wh…what are you talking about?” she growled, “shut up and get offa me or I’ll OWWWwWW!
Corralling both the American’s arms with one of her own, Lyra used her free hand to grasp her opponent’s waistband and yank upwards, adding to her previous wedgie work. “You’re not really contributing to the banter,” she advised happily, “and you can’t seem to stop me from hurting these lovely strong arms of yours, so I’m just making conversation till you give up. So anyway, then I thought, what happens if Rose is in a room by herself? Then she’d be the dumbest person in the room too! Hahaha! She’d be so stupi…oh, what’s the drama mate?”
This last question was directed at Merle, who was tapping her on the shoulder with increasing urgency and demanding a break. Faulk glanced down to notice that the Road Rager had finally reached the ropes with the toe of one boot, then back up just as the referee demanded “Let her go, Lyra!”
“Why?” The brunette looked confused. For a brief instant Merle did too, but he quickly decided not to fall for that trick. “It’s the rules, miss. I’ll give you a five count, but you have to break the hold.
Faulk’s confusion resolved into a wide and entirely mirthless smile. “F~ck your rules!” she exclaimed happily, yanking back harder than ever until the count reached “FOUR” and Merle’s tugging on her sleve became increasingly urgent. “OK, fine, whatever!” she yelled like a grumpy teenager and releasing the hold and rolling to a low crouch.
“The only rules are the ones we can’t help but obey,” Lyra told Merle severely. The referee didn’t respond except to wave for the match to continue, while a few feet away Diamond took a second to massage both her hurting shoulders and then clambered to her feet, using the ropes for leverage.
Her stance was cautious, and rightfully so as Faulk once again went from standing still to a full on charge at her in the blink of an eye. This time she’d pulled her trick once too often though, the Biker Babe anticipating her speed and kicking one leg up. The Chaos Emerald ran headfirst into that raised boot and snapped back to the canvas, her eyes suddenly full of stars.
Cheers rung around the building from that momentum-shifting strike, Diamond giving a quick grin to acknowledge her fans but getting swiftly back to the task at hand. With Faulk still down and dazed the Road Rager hopped off both feet and tucked them under, dropping her knees into the other brunette’s gulping tummy. Lyra let out a ‘WHOULFFF’ of escaping air and sat upright, her instincts telling her to get back to her feet.
Unfortunately for the Aussie this was very much assisted by Diamond, the Biker Babe enjoying her strength advantage so much that she pulled the other brunette in close and hooked around her slender waist. “You are SO annoying!” she told the squirming Aussie, “but you are fun to throw around.” Faulk had no response and was powerless to prevent what came next as the silver-clad stunner exploded her captured burden upwards and then backwards, the FlC girl thumping into the canvas on the back of her neck and shoulders!
OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyDmvVvexu0
Writhing from the hellacious impact, Faulk came to rest on her back parallel to the ropes. She looked ripe for a pin attempt but Laura’s relative veteran instincts told her that she wasn’t quite done yet, and he had the perfect way to finish things. Sliding alongside with her back to the ropes, the Road Rager leaned back as far as she could and tucked up her legs. The result was a beautifully augmented catapult down onto the hurting Aussie, Diamond’s taut tummy SLAMMIGN into Faulk’s and sending her flopping like a fish out of water.
ROAD RASH www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6RXUrXV1oI
Forcing the gasping brunette back down, Diamond hooked both legs and rolled them up high, piling maximum leverage into the pin attempt. Merle was quick to respond, dropping down to count…
ONE
TWO
Diamond hadn’t felt any shift in the smaller woman’s body position, but for some reason the anticipated sound of a third slap of the canvas was replaced by groans from the crowd. She glanced up at Merle in confusion, but he just wordlessly gestured to Lyra’s hand, which had shot out at the last possible instant and grabbed the bottom rope. She couldn’t hold back the frustrated growl from escaping her lips, and it only continued when Faulk yanked hard on the cable and used it to roll herself out of the ring and, more importantly, out of Laura’s clutches.
Rolling into a heap on the floor, Lyra took a second to catch a few deep breaths and massage some feeling back into her neck after that suplex. Then she pressed herself up, scrambling to her feet with none of her previous speed or grace. Merle had already reached “TWO!” on his count, but far more interesting to the Aussie was the figure of Laura Diamond leaning over the ropes. “Get back in here, cheat!” the biker babe demanded.
Instead of a verbal response Faulk simply dashed forwards, leaping up to hook her hands around Diamond’s head and…NO! Again the Biker Babe anticipated the danger and jerked her head away at the last instant, hurriedly stumbling backwards to avoid the attempted rope-hung neckbreaker. Lyra somehow managed to adjust in mid-air to land safely on the apron, slipping through the ropes and somehow finding time to stuff a boot up at waist height, gutting the New Mexican as she charged in.
Diamond reared straight back upright and swung a big lariat, but the lightning-quick Aussie was already a blur of motion, snatching her arm out of the air and whirling beneath to apply torque to the shoulder. “Come this way” she chirped, dragging the Road Rager over towards the nearest corner and ascending the buckles when WHAM! Laura simply swung her other hand around and drove her knuck;es deep into the pit of Faulk’s stomach.
Stopped dead in her tracks, Lyra released her arm hold and sat back on the top buckle, hands holding onto her belly. Determined to bring an end to the match, Diamond clambered up in front of her, placing both feet securely on the second rope and then reaching up to hook a facelock. She had already started lifting in preparation for a huge Superplex when Faulk flicked a swift and extremely well placed boot up between her legs and directly into her center!
Suddenly there was no thought in the Biker Babe’s head except to quell the fire in her nethers. She abandoned her superplex and dropped both hands to massage ebtwen her legs, leaving her wide open when Lyra slammed a quick-n-dirty elbow into her jaw and then wriggled out from behind her, yanking her head down as she did so to leave Diamond trapped on the buckles. The position was precarious at best but was made infinitely worse when the Aussie stepped out a few paces, whirled back, and hopped off one foot while bringing the other boot up for a brilliantly unorthodox Superkick square into that pretty face!
EDGE OF CHAOS www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PsdXWigoro
Despite having just been knocked loopy, Diamond was still stuck up in her position on the buckles. And she would’ve stayed there for some time if Faulk hadn’t have intervened, twanging off the ropes next to her and corkscrewing though the air. At the apex of her spring she hooked both hands around the Biker Babe’s silver-clad hips and then dropped to her butt, planting Diamond onto her back.
SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW POWERBOMB www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WshVVsgImQ
Collectively the crowd took in a big breath and then gave a big ‘holy s**t’ roar at the sheer aerial prowess on display. But Something even more special was apparently on the mind of Lyra Faulk, because when she hopped up to the top turnbuckle, she paused, tilted her head to one side, then suddenly beckoned to Merle. “Hey! Mate, come over here! I need you for a second!” The referee had been crouched down to check on Diamond, but stood up and came over.
“Are you hurt miss?” he asked curiously. Faulk scoffed at him for a second. “Nah, I’m fine, weren’t you watching? I just wrecked that chick. But I’m going to say something really badass and I need someone to hear it so they can tell people how cool I am. Wait there a sec...”
A few moments pause, then the Aussie’s voice went serious, although her face still had the expression of an excited puppy. “Do you know why FAWN’s marketing department call this move ‘Entropy’?”
The referee thought for a second, realised that he was meant to just play along, and over-exaggeratedly asked “No Lyra, why is it called ‘Entropy’?”
“Because it’s inevitable.”
Lyra couldn’t help letting out a little giggle at her physics joke even as she launched herself upwards and outwards. The acrobatic Aussie seemed to hang in the void for far longer than she had any right to, flipping gracefully over in midair. Any sense of grace was quickly diminished though when she splashed down with ridiculous momentum given her relatively slight frame, her spine crunching into the Biker Babe’s prone body.
ENTROPY www.youtube.com/watch?v=slq4VIywr6w
Diamond spasmed up once from the impact and then flopped back down, hands vacantly cradling her impacted core while her eyes stayed hidden behind wild strands of black hair. Lyra grabbed both those starfished stems, taking a moment longer than necessary to slide one hand up so it was resting squarely on the biker’s bubble-butt, and then pressed down to leave Laura with her shoulders down and her ass pointed at the lights. Merle dropped and slapped the matt…
ONCE
TWICE
THREE TIMES!
A reasonable roar from the house show crowd. Sure, they weren’t big fans of the impish Aussie, but the combination of athleticism and her keenness to expose as much of Diamond’s peachy cheeks as possible had won her at least a few muted cheers to go alongside the boos.
However, it didn’t look like Lyra was particularly interested in celebrating her win. Sure, she had a smile on her face, but that seemed to be her default expression for much of the time, and her eyes showed absolutely no humour whatsoever. This became increasingly apparent to Merle as the victorious Chaos Emerald stood up and rounded on him.
“Hello mister referee,” she cooed. “I really am sorry for hurting your friend a few months ago. And I don’t think I’m going to hurt you either, you seem like an alright bloke. But if you don’t scamper away up that ramp in the next ten seconds or so, my friend Harry is almost certainly going to kick you really hard in the balls. And I think that would make you sad.”
The statement was punctuated by a rustling sound from directly behind Merle. Sure enough when he spun around Harriet Larkin was there, the redhead looking surprisingly unruffled for someone who had apparently just materialised from thin air. “Jog on, stripes” she growled at him, then brushed past and reached down to grab one of Laura Diamond’s limp arms.
HARRIET LARKIN
Despite the surprise and the threat Merle stood his ground. “I will overturn the decision if you do anything to hurt her!” he warned, voice firm. Larkin glanced at him for a second then nodded. “Ok, deal. You go do the paperwork for that and we’ll be with you shortly.” She gave him a shove, hard enough to send him stumbling but not quite falling, then yanked on Diamond’s hand to drag her up to...
“Harry, someone else wants to play.” The sharpness in Lyra’s voice had Larkin’s head on a swivel, quickly focusing in on the person dashing down the ramp at top speed. Meggerz Fletcher (for it was she) had managed to grab a folding chair from somewhere but was otherwise in street clothes; a tight tank top, skinny jeans, and sneakers, although this didn’t appear to be slowing her down.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER
In fact she sped up, Sliding into the ring, popping to her feet to duck under Larkin’s clothesline attempt and then swung her chair hard enough to have taken Faulk’s head off if the Aussie hadn’t slipped out of the ring at the last possible second. Fletcher instead swung a frustrated swipe at the ropes and then turned around to see Larkin hauling Diamond up and hooking her into position for an underhook DDT…
Starting forwards again, the Asphalt Angel stopped just as quickly when Larkin feinted back as if she was going to hit the DDT. “Calm your tits, whatever-your-name-is,” the Hollow Girl drawled. Fletcher’s eyes were blazing, but she held herself still, growling “Let her go NOW.”
Larkin seemed to be considering the prospect. “Don’t think I want to do that. But I could be persuaded if I get a better offer. Lyra’s had her fun tonight, but delayed gratification is the greatest pleasure. Tomorrow?”
“I’ll kick your ass right now, tomorrow, and any other night you two sorry cheats try to show your faces!” Fletcher couldn’t hide the anger in her voice. Larkin just nodded. “Tomorrow” she repeated in a satisfied voice. Then, as an afterthought, her gaze shifted to a point just behind Fletcher and she muttered “by the way, check your six…”
Meggerz whirled around, chair already out and swinging wildly at what she assumed was the other newbie creeping up behind her. It took a few more seconds and another instinctive swing before she realised that Lyra was in fact still several yards away outside the ring, grinning up mischievously at her. Fletcher spun again just in time to hear the THUMP as the crown of Diamond’s skull was driven into the canvas courtesy of the Hollow Girl’s finisher.
FALLS THE SHADOW www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyvtF48BHjA
Rolling out under the ropes before the new arrival could grab her, Larkin took a few steps backwards up the ramp and prepared herself for any sort of onslaught. For a second it looked like Fletcher was going to follow her, but concern for her partner won out over the desire for payback and she dropped to cradle the insensate brunette’s cheek. Her eyes stayed fixed on Larkin though as the flame-haired vixen was joined by her partner and the pair retreated up the ramp with grins on their faces. “Tomorrow,” Fletcher muttered as they disappeared behind the curtain.