Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 17:23:54 GMT
There was only one spectacle left in this cavalcade of carnage, which meant the sold out crowd was already on its feet when the speakers roared to life with Trina’s ‘Da Baddest Bytch’. This earned a roar of approval that grew to near deafening levels once the curtain parted and out stepped a physical specimen every bit as striking as any in the history of FAWN... and then some. Recently returned from a Reign of Terror that spanned beaches across the globe, the Womanly Wonder strode to center stage where she paused, stretched her arms wide and ‘ticked’ her fingers up a few times just to see if the throng could get any louder.
PANDORA:
No surprise, they did.
Pleased by the cacophonous response, the Destroyer’s Destroyer headed down the ramp and though she was a de facto soldier for the forces of good (or at least lawful evil) it was little surprise to anyone in attendance that she did not reach for any of the hands extended in her direction. As the Beach Tyrant reached the squared circle, the Announcer did his due diligence. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship!”
The FAWNatics roared, delighted at the thought of Emily’s ‘nuclear option’ unleashing her rage on the World Champion for a full hour. It seemed to please Pandy as well, considering the wicked smirk on her face as she started up the steps and slid through seductively, the big blonde world beater clearly eager to reclaim her spot atop the fed’s food chain.
“First, the challenger,” the Announcer resumed, “hailing from parts unknown… She stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty-one pounds… Representing the Black Court, she is the one… the only… the incomparable… PAAANNNDDDOOORRRAAA!”
While there aren’t many women on the roster that could make the likes of Harley Jo Collins and Dayna Erza look small, Pandora certainly qualified. Standing just south of six feet tall, her stark bikini top was stretched to its limits to contain her double-Ds. As she moved to center stage, the lights danced off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen. Her taut undercarriage was sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward a tied off stretch of fabric on her left hip that extend halfway down her thigh. And when your legs never end, that’s a LONG way.
Standing at an appropriately respectful distance, senior referee Nick Castle waited until he caught the challenger’s eye and strode over to check on her boots. “Didn’t really think I’d bother to sneak anything in my boots, didja, Nicky?” she teased. “I’m already WELL equipped to handle this obnoxious little mosquito, as I’m sure you’re aware.”
“Just doing my job, Pandora.” Castle deadpanned. “You’re clear. Head to your corner and await the opening bell.”
“Dinner bell, you mean? Get the little morsel out here, Nicky. She’s got gold. And I’m famished.”
Pandora had just settled into the far corner when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Looking stronger than ever despite the conspicuous absence of Miranda Wainright or any of her other ‘sisters’, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, a habit that earned a disapproving jeer from those in attendance. Brewster met their disdain with little more than a sniff as she draped the belt over her shoulder and headed for the cage. For tonight’s mountainous challenge the World Champion wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once taking her eyes off the last desperate gasp of a toothless queen, Adelaide stomped up the steps climbed through the ropes en route to claiming the center of the squared circle. Back to the looming blonde threat, Adelaide hoisted the title one-handed, tilted her head and-- FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares whipped around in a half circle and slung the ten pounds of leather and gold straight at Pandora’s head! Back to the buckles, Pandy had nowhere to go so she raised both hands and managed to catch the big belt before the faceplate collided with her nose. One of the leather straps still caught her left ear with an unpleasant little ‘smack’, however this trifle was immediately forgotten when the duplicitous zealot rushed in and THUMPED a punt between her adversary’s thighs!
Pandora blanched and leaned forward, the blindsided Dreadnought drawing the World Championship tight against her chest. Under normal circumstances this would’ve enraged Brewster to no end, tonight however she simply filled her hands with the blonde’s hair and cooed, “You’re only borrowing it.”
‘PFFFWOOOOOOSSSSH!’
The Red Mist swallowed Pandora’s head in a viscous, billowing cloud that looked almost as hungry as the champion when it was played back on the super slow-motion cameras a few seconds later. Gutshot and now practically blind, Pandora dropped the strap in favor of reaching for Adelaide only for the Weeping Angel to corral her in a Front Facelock. She’d just braced a foot against the middle rope when Nick Castle rushed over and grabbed her by the arm. “What the hell are you doing, Adelaide! Back off right now or I’ll--”
Brewster bared her teeth and lunged so abruptly that the Senior Official darted backward in order to keep all his fingers. Free of the zebra’s meddling, Adelaide pushed off the second strand to ‘walk’ her way up and over to the top rope whereupon she swung around in a pitiless half circle and laid out on her back to THAWHONK the crown of Pandora’s skull into the canvas with a huge Tornado DDT!
STEP UP TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gn5XY5OP0ro
The former World Champion sat up on impact, rolled to all fours and sloooooooowly began to make it to her feet. Desperate to regain some semblance of order, Castle planted himself directly in front of the tottering blonde and said, “Don’t stand up too fast, Pandora. I need to check you for HEY!”
Pandy planted a hand on his chest and shoved the ref aside. “Get the hell away from NNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide flew out from behind Nick to wallop her prey between the eyes with World Title! Pandora went down flat on her back this time but Brewster might’ve carried the drubbing that much further if Castle hadn’t hooked an arm around her waist and bodied the brunette into the nearest set of ropes. “What the F*CK do you think you’re doing?” he barked. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t throw this whole thing out right now!”
“I’ll give you two, little man.” Adelaide raised a hand and tapped the earpiece tucked discretely in Nick’s right ear. “I bet Christian and the other suits are already SCREAMING at you to ring the bell, aren’t they? AREN’T THEY?”
Nick shook his head in disgust. “They can do whatever they want, they’re not responsible for the safety of the wrestlers, I am.”
“Go ahead then, call off the Main Event for FAWN’s first pay-per-view of the year before the bell even rings. I don’t give a shyt either way. But you’ll still have to answer to the suits… and to reason number two.”
Adelaide glanced over his shoulder, forcing Castle to follow her gaze. He wasn’t really surprised to see Pandora on her feet, but he certainly wasn’t pleased.
Stuffing the belt into Nick’s hands, Brewster called out, “Go ahead, Panda. Tell this heathen I hurt you too bad to even bother with the goddamned bell. Tell him Emily’s favorite Secret Weapon is as useless as her pet Raven!”
Pandora wiped a hand across her face to clear the worst of the Red Mist, then flicked the excess onto the mat in a nasty little spatter. “Ring the f*cking bell, Castle. And get out of the way.”
Nick didn’t look remotely happy about the prospect, but the voices coming from the back were rather insistent and the growing chant of ‘LET THEM FIGHT!’ was downright cacophonous. Sighing heavily, the black & white backed up so he was positioned halfway between champion and challenger before throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
Pandora and Adelaide exploded at the CLANG of the bell, but the Dreadnought went high and the Daughter of Darkness went low, more specifically a go behind that put her on Panda’s six just like that. Catching a Waistlock in the span between heartbeats, Brewster snapped off a deep, blink and you’ll miss it’ bridge that tore the disoriented Destroyer off her feet and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head and shoulders.
RUNNING SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaqcuUYLMYc
The German Suplex had far too much snap on it for Adelaide to maintain the bridge so she sprang to her feet and honed in on her blonde while Pandora braced one hand against the mat in an effort to stop the world from spinning. Completely understandable considering the punishment she’d taken already yet it must have infuriated the True Believer because Brewster stormed over, grabbed that wrist (it was the right one) and yanked it off the mat just so she’d have a proper tether when she hopped up and THWHACKED a vicious Bicycle Kick between the blonde’s eyes! Panda’s head snapped back and the rest of her soon followed, the big blonde slowly folding backward over her own calves in the sort of vulnerable position that none of the FAWNatics could ever recall her occupying prior to tonight.
BASEMENT BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r0EgrpirWE
“GET UP!” Adelaide shrieked at the curvaceous battler. “GET UP AND FACE THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES YOU MISERABLE LITTLE HEATHEN BYTCH!”
Pandora rolled onto her side, continued onto all fours and slowly made it to vertical--THWHACK! Brewster caught her with a second Bicycle Kick, this one clapping off the side of her rival’s reddened face. She stumbled awkwardly, stepped in a few fencepost holes before steadying herself against the top rope.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc2V-iPxzuo
Flipping hair out of her face, she glared at Adelaide and asked, “That the best you can do, bytNNNNGGGGHHH!” The Daughter of Darkness replied with a gorgeous Bicycle Kneelift that met Panda’s chin with a resounding CRAAACK! Even that wasn’t enough to take the former World Champion off her feet, though she wasn’t exactly upright as her legs gave out and she slopped through the gap between top and middle strands.
BICYCLE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bz8wDZjXsE0
Adelaide’s delight at driving the colossal heathen from her ring proved short-lived because Pandora managed to reach the floor on her feet, even if she was clutching the middle rope like a lifeline. “Only true believers stand before the altar of Eternal Midnight, sister.” Brewster murmured under her breath as she hopped over the top to alight on the apron. “You’ll prostrate yourself along with the rest of these chattel.”
On that vicious prophecy she raced down the narrow ledge and THWHACKED her right foot into the challenger’s prodigious chest. The Penalty Kick struck true and Pandora hit the floor with a damp thump that seemed to reverberate through the first several rows.
APRON PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwLGrOTqmG4
“DO YOU SEE?! Adelaide screamed at that undeserving multitude. “WEST AND HER FOLLOWERS ARE NOTHING! LINE THEM UP AND I’LL DRAIN THEM DRY ONE BY ONE BY--”
Cheers interrupted the moment Pandora sat up and rolled to one knee. Refusing to rest until the Beach Tyrant was humbled at her feet, Adelaide moved to the far end of the apron, then sped back the way she’d came to leap out into the aether for a Crossbody aimed at ‘smeck!’ Pandora caught her out of the air, the big blonde perhaps ceding a step more than usual to do so, but otherwise looking as strong as ever.
“You’ve had enough fun, bytch.” she purred. “Now it’s time I had mine.”
Turning to the nearby ring post with the champ’s body strapped to her abundant chest, Pandora surged forward, RAMMING Adelaide’s spine into the unforgiving steel. Brewster cried out in pain, but the busty blonde powerhouse wasn’t done. She continued to hold the brunette in a Crossbody grip and sent her foe’s vertebrae CRASHING into the metal post a second and gawd awful third time, the FAWNatics groaning with the sickening collisions.
With a battered Brewster mewling in her arms, Pandy responded to the official’s growing count and walked halfway down the ring with the Churchgoer still in her possession. Showing the power that helped make her a World Champion and the most significant cog in the most dominant tag team in FAWN’s history, Pandora Military Pressed the Weeping Angel overhead.
The multitude marveled at the sight and even more so when, from that position, Pandy heaved Adelaide between the top and middle ropes, Brewster thumping to the canvas and barrel rolling to center stage.
Even after the sneak attack and the considerable battering from Brewster that followed, Pandora’s legendary strength hadn’t dipped an iota.
The buxom blonde climbed to the apron and bent through the rubber-coated steel strands, an aching Adelaide pushing to all fours, dark eyes rising to see Pandora approach. Despite the faith in her Church and its gospel, there’s a hint of worry in those dark pools and the Weeping Angel retreated, plopping to her backside and scooting away from the towering threat.
Brewster held out an extended palm, imploring the challenger to stay back, but Pandy had no interest in the Churchgoer’s plea. The curvy blonde snatched Adelaide’s arm by the wrist and TUGGED the champ up with ease, not only lifting Adelaide to her feet but off them and into the waiting arms of the Black Court’s muscle.
Pandora’s tanned arms coiled around the ribs and spine of her foe, biceps bulging when she cinched the limbs tight, forcing a bug-eyed exhalation from Brewster. Few, if any, could match Pandy for power and the Queen of Nightmares was shown a very stark reality as Adelaide toggled between pain and breathlessness in the enveloping embrace.
Castle sidled in close, ready to ask the increasingly rosy-faced Brewster if she wanted to give in, but he’s shushed by Pandy who pivoted to move her chew toy away from Nick then gave the brunette a violent shake in her grasp, the gray matter of the Daughter of Darkness turned to a slurry.
With Adelaide literally and figuratively rattled, FAWN’s most feared advanced as fast as carrying her cargo allowed. She dove forward, FLATTENING the champ beneath her when both hit the canvas, Brewster sandwiched against the mat, crushed from above and below.
Remaining atop her foe, Adelaide demolished, Pandora motioned with the slightest head bob for Castle to join the combatants on the mat and count the compacted Churchgoer out, insisting on a five-count.
Nick slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide shoved a shoulder off the canvas, rolling to her side under the sneering Courtier, Pandy rolling her eyes at the official.
Castle responded with a look and shrug as if to say ‘What?’
“You don’t like her, do you?” Pandy asks. “I get it. She’s not half the champ I was or will be and you want her to hurt.”
“I don’t!” Castle insisted.
“It’s OK,” Pandora responded, pulling the jellied Brewster to her feet as she rose. “You need to keep the air of impartiality.”
With a tight hold of Brewster’s right wrist with her left hand, Pandy loaded up a huge, right-armed Lariat that DROPPED Adelaide to the canvas as if shot. Grip still in place, Pandora hauled her foe upright and repeated the process with startling command.
“The woman deserves to be buried, Nick. And you know I have the tools to do it.”
Castle reflexively cast a glance toward Pandy’s mammoth mammaries then caught himself only when the challenger whispered “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
The ref blushed as Pandora set the dazed brunette on her haunches and lumbered to the ropes in front of the bewildered Brewster. Hitting the cables, Pandy generated significant speed and she threw her curvy frame into a Crossbody of Adelaide’s face with what Pandy likes to call her Shining Tummy.
Knocked flat, legs folded thighs atop calves, Adelaide might have been hard pressed to kick out from under the mass of the beach blonde, but Pandy rolled away from any would-be pinning attempt and climbed to her feet, reveling in cheers she’s rarely received throughout her career.
Not hiding the enjoyment as the crowd chanted “PAN-DEE”, the buxom blonde sank a pair of nails into Adelaide’s scalp when the champ made it to her knees once more. Pandora ripped the wobbling Weeping Angel to vertical, spun her ‘round and whipped Brewster into the buckles from short range, Adelaide barely able to turn in time to take the blast on her back.
Somehow she remained on her feet with the help of an arm thrown over the top rope on each side. She slumped into her predicament, looking increasingly unable to account for the dominion Pandy could establish over most any roster member given the chance.
In the middle of the ring, Pandora watched with glee at Brewster’s stubborn ability to stay on her boot soles. She charged like a bull, taking flight from several feet out and CRUSHING Brewster under an absolute avalanche of Courtier flesh. Pandy’s curves buried Brewster beneath and when the blonde bounced away, the champ looked drained of whatever fight she had remaining.
Striding to the dark-haired ragdoll, Pandora climbed to the bottom ropes and STUFFED the tanned expanse of her tummy into the face of the champ, battering then rubbing her midriff into the mug of the Churchgoer, her signature Navel Gazing providing Pandy’s abdominal version of a humiliating Stinkface.
The challenger gave Adelaide the rub for a half-dozen seconds before Castle’s count convinced her to drop to the canvas, pivot, and toss Brewster with a Snapmare that delivered the Daughter of Darkness to her derriere.
Electing a slow roll up on the champ’s six (she wanted to make sure Adelaide heard her coming) Pandora palmed the top of her foe’s head in one hand, then dropped to one knee and cinched her other arm around--
“AAAAHHHH BYTCH!” the challenger snarled in surprise and pain when Brewster darted forward to sink her teeth into the crook of Pandora’s right elbow. Castle warned her about the infraction at once, but Pandy wasn’t interested in waiting for official channels, she simply released the zealot’s noggin and PWAAAKED a heavy Forearm Smash across the nape of her neck. Brewster jolted forward but didn’t stop biting, in fact she chewed a little harder.
“Ok sweetie, you want something to chew on?” Pandora flattened her free hand into a paddle and slapped the champion’s left ear not once, but twice. That was followed by another stiff Forearm to the back of noggin, which finally made the brunette’s teeth give way. Rising to her full height once more, Pandora spread her hands wide, then palmed the sides of Brewster’s skull and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze! “Bite me now, little girl!” Pandy demanded as Adelaide squirmed and writhed, her heels scraping and kicking against the mat. “Go ahead, try to bite me be one more time before I crush your head like a sand castle!”
Adelaide would’ve loved nothing more than to sink her teeth into the colossal challenger, but Pandora was in full control of her head, the best she could do at the moment was a desperate grip on Pandy’s wrists. Eventually the pressure between her temples started to slow Adelaide’s movements, her legs settling into fitful twitches, her chin bobbling against her chest more often than not.
After another ten seconds or so, Pandora looked to Nick, an expression of saccharine sympathy on her face. “Ooooooohhhhh, I think the little champ is ready for a nap. Isn’t that right, little champ?” She forced Brewster to nod several times, the casual show of control bringing an embarrassed frown to the Churchgoer’s already cramped features. “Go ahead, cutie.” Pandora demanded, her tone deadly serious now. “Tell Mr. Nick you want to take a nap.” The Womanly Wonder hunched down so she could put that much more pressure into the Cranium Crush. “You’re finished. I want to hear you say EEERRRRRHHHHH FAHK!”
Adelaide’s teeth might’ve been neutralized, her claws however were still quite sharp, as Pandora discovered when the Weeping Angel dug her nails deep into the underside of her tormentor’s wrists. The near electric jolt from those pressure points would’ve sent most wrestlers away in noodle-armed fog, but the former World Champion held on just long enough to haul Brewster to verticality. A sharp Kneelift between the glutes stopped the resistance on the spot, so Pandy spun Adelaide in a half circle and bent her double to trap the smaller woman in a Standing Headscissors.
“I could crush your head here too!” Pandora reminded Brewster with a single convulsive squeeze of her thighs. “But I’d rather put you through the mat!”
More than happy to deliver on that threat in short order, Pandy looped both arms around Adelaide’s waist and spun her into a seat atop her shoulders. From there she moved her hands to the sides of the zealot’s hips, Pandora helping herself to a greedy double handful of waistband that made Brewster’s trunks almost disappear when she raised her arms to full extension for the Last Ri--
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness did a little palming of her own, but where Pandora had squeezed she gouged, namely her thumbs into the blonde’s eyes! Pandy suddenly lost all interest in Brewster’s togs and Adelaide used this newfound freedom to slither over the Courtier’s head and tumble down her back, the terribly tenacious True Believer hooking her legs under Pandora’s armpits to turn a plain old escape into a surprisingly elegant Sunset Flip! Too worried about her eyes to immediately register the swift realignment, Pandora comes around quick when she heard Castle count the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dreadnought somersaulted out of Brewster’s clutches and came up on one knee with a full second to spare. It was going to take a lot more than a single clever flash-pin to keep her do-- The Weeping Angel lunged forward, sprang up and planted a foot on the challenger’s posted thigh. In the next instant her other knee connected with the bridge of Pandora’s nose with a low, ceramic-sounding THWHUNK! The ‘Original’ Shining Wizard sent Pandy toppling onto her side with one hand pressed to her face, the big blonde suddenly looking more vulnerable than she had since that ferocious pre-match assault.
ORIGINAL SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
Of course Adelaide wasn’t doing much better in fact she might’ve been a little worse, considering the way she collapsed to an exhausted seat dimming the challenger’s lights. Always willing to give his charges the benefit of the doubt, Castle stayed away for an internal five count, but when neither woman had begun to stir, he cleared his throat and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Pandora put both hands against the mat and powered to all fours.
Elsewhere Adelaide twisted onto one knee, took a moment to catch her breath, then clambered to verticality a few precious steps ahead of the penitent powerhouse. Circling around to approach Pandy from behind, Brewster crooked her fingers into claws, then raaaaaaaaaked her back as quick and hard as she could!
“Sneaking bytch!” Pandora swung a hard elbow over one shoulder but Adelaide was already gone and it just threw the Courtier off balance.
“Over here, Panda.” Brewster cooed right before she pulled down an elbow pad and THWHACKED an Elbow Smash off her right cheek! The big blonde’s head snapped to one side but rather than slopping over like an actual flesh and blood human, she stuffed both hands against the champion’s midsection and sent her backpedaling a good half a dozen steps.
Simultaneously enraged and confounded by the heathen’s durability, Adelaide stormed into the breach as Pandora was rising and THWHACK-THWHACK! FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares laced into the challenger’s stems with a pair of alternating kicks to Panda’s upper thighs. Pandora ceded a half step, reared back for another shove and “NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide snapped a vicious Headbutt into the Beach Babe’s prodigious chest and now Pandora tottered considerably, her hands dangling loose at her sides, left foot waaaaaaaay back and bent so deep her knee almost touched the mat.
HEADBUTT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsJKzKfc69M
Still wasn’t down though, much to Brewster’s everlasting disgust. “JUST DIE ALREADY!” She hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick off the point of Pandora’s chin!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3KVHm7-01Q
The Dreadnought didn’t die, but she sure wasn’t feeling her usual unsinkable self as she slopped backward through the gap between the middle and bottom ropes. Adelaide had hopped the oversized bimbo would’ve fallen all the way to the floor, so of course she grabbed hold of the bottom rope to stay on the apron. “So you think you’re going to crush me? Going to bury me?” Brewster reached through the ropes, buried both hands in Pandora’s hair and pulled until the woozy titan was back up, or at least up enough for the champ to pull her tummy-first across the second strand. Wedging Panda’s noggin in a Headscissors of her own, Adelaide grabbed the top rope in both hands and purred, “The bigger they are… the harder they bleed.” She sprang straight up so that for a moment it looked like Pandora was about to unleash a devastating Alabama Slam. Instead Brewster swung back down and landed on her butt to THAWHONK the other woman’s pate into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SEESAW PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OddVXPo7kAI
Pandora froze in a sort of boneless headstand and might’ve stayed there for lord knows how long if Adelaide hadn’t snagged her waistband and puuuuuuuuulled her back into the ring. With the curvaceous crusher reduced to a glassy eyed wreck, Brewster dropped a heavy Butt Bomb on Panda’s chest, then hooked both legs behind the knees and folded her in half so Castle and the incredulous crowd could count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Somehow, the Court’s muscle was able to flinch enough of them to shift a shoulder a few inches off the mat with Castle’s hand those same few inches from slapping the canvas for the third time.
Adelaide, on all fours next to the wreckage, stared off into space, a look of disbelief plastered on her features. The groaning Pandora rolled to her chest and dragged her body along the canvas as Brewster slid her tongue under her top row of bared teeth, watching as the most feared woman in FAWN scraped her way across the canvas.
“You are a goliath, heathen,” the Daughter of Darkness admitted. “But without the faith, I have made you a mere slug, oozing along the ground. Your ultimate reward is coming soon enough.”
Brewster sank a set of nails into Pandy’s golden mane and dragged the curvy powerhouse to her haunches where the Courtier mustered the strength to ball a fist and send an Uppercut shot into the jaw of the dipping Adelaide.
The Weeping Angel’s noggin rocketed away from the impact, head snapping back, the brunette staggering for a moment before catching her balance and returning with a pointed elbow to the crown of Pandora’s skull that ‘calmed’ the blonde.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, the Churchgoer forced Pandy up the rest of the way. Keeping possession of the arm, she bent it in a Chickenwing behind Pandora’s back and loaded up a HUGE right hand DRIVING it in just to the left of the cleft of Pandora’s mountainous cleavage.
The signature Heart Punch manifested first in the rolling of Pandy’s eyes to more white than blue, her lids fluttering as her blood pumper skipped a beat from the fibrillating blow. Her powerful, tanned stems shuddered, and finally Pandora melted to the canvas in a wide spreadeagle.
The champion’s wicked smile emerged, mostly missing from tonight’s affair, Adelaide having proven even the Court’s biggest and baddest could not withstand a heart attack from her. Brewster turned to the nearest lens.
“This pathetic creature is all the usurped Court has to offer to Eternal Midnight?”
Adelaide moved to the corner nearest the splayed giant. She climbed to the middle ropes and glared at the jeering masses, her back to the ring. Palms wrapped around the top rope on either side, Brewster flung herself backward, dropping toward a pair of knees that would blast Pandy’s chest and tummy. But at the last moment the Womanly Wonder rolled out from under, leaving the brunette to ram her bony joints into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Adelaide bounced away from the impact, ending on her back, pulling her folded legs in close as she growls through the pain. Having escaped a maneuver that might bring Blood and Black Lace upon her, Pandora wearily pushed to her feet and cracked open the curled Brewster with a series of unsteady but effective stomps to her foe’s head and chest.
Having left Adelaide flat on the deck, it’s the glistening blonde bombshell’s turn to stride to the buckles. She moved to the same position in the corner the champ occupied. The curvy challenger bounced on the cables a few times out of habit or perhaps to regain her bearings. She leapt into the void, her boots leading the way, and CRUSHED Adelaide beneath her in a destructive Pandy Bomb.
PANDY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LKU-T5W9Lo
Brewster jackknifed under the ring-rattling impact, quickly receding to horizontal under the injurious force of nature. Pandora remained in her press across the demolished midriff of the Weeping Angel for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pandy counted THREE in her head as Adelaide’s shoulders remained planted without so much as a twitch. But there was no slap of the mat from Castle. Furious at his delay, the big blonde turned to find Brewster’s right ankle draped over the bottom rope, Nick confirming with two raised fingers.
It’s Pandora’s turn to flounder in disbelief, swiping a few flaxen strands out of her face and over an ear.
“Bullshyt,” Pandy shouted at the zebra, keeping her reaction and opinion glaringly simple.
Castle shook his head. “It’s not,” he responded calmly, while noticeably backing away from the rising Courtier.
Pandora turned her attention back to Adelaide, shoving the brunette to her chest before rising and stomping the base of her foe’s spine. Panny slapped the tanned expanse of her infamous abs, the crowd roaring in anticipation, and the Court’s muscle leaps above the splayed Brewster. She landed a perfectly placed Tummy Tuck atop the back of Adelaide’s head, THUMPING the Weeping Angel’s face into the deck in ferocious fashion.
Still, Pandy did not flip her Churchgoing pancake and go for the pin. Instead, she rose, pulling Adelaide up with her, Brewster’s body limp and lifeless. Slipping to the brunette’s side, Pandy dipped an arm between Adelaide’s legs from behind. With something short of the usual ease, a weathered Pandora vaulted the champion off the canvas and across her shoulders in an Argentine Backbreaker.
But the Torture Rack was not all the curvy blonde had in mind to dispose of the stubborn Churchgoer. Rising to her tiptoes, Pandy dropped to her knees and sent a shockwave through the spinal column of the title holder, Brewster rolling off Pandora’s shoulders to her final resting place.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kESKYzEx0ps
Or so Pandy might’ve expected, but the vexing Daughter of Darkness used what momentum she’s given to add an extra turn or two and roll her way under the bottom rope, plopping to the floor in a stupor.
A triumphant Pandora ascended and turned to find what’s left of the Weeping Angel and discovered nothing but empty canvas. Starting to wonder if Brewster did in fact have supernatural powers, she quickly followed Castle’s eyes to the outside and moved to the ropes.
As the champion slowly pushed toward vertical, Pandora turned and raced to the opposite ropes. She rebounded and, at full bounce, made for a Suicide Dive before pulling up at the cables. Smiling and wagging a finger toward the crowd, she chuckled at the thought some of the FAWNatics thought she was going airborne through the ropes.
“You’re not pulling me out there, sweetheart,” she lectured Brewster. “My gold is recovered inside these ropes. Get your scrawny ass in here!”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you overestimate your importance, heathen.” Adelaide rasped. “I am the champion, YOU are the challenger. YOU are beholden to my whims. And if I say you wait, you wait.” The Queen of Nightmares punctuated her decree with a raised middle finger, first for Pandora, then for the FAWNatics that jeered the obnoxious delay. Adelaide paid them no mind, she simply kept her eyes on the towering blonde while the count passed ‘TEN!’ on the way to twenty. With only a few seconds remaining, she gestured for Castle to move Pandora back and the Senior Official was kind enough to oblige the request.
Adelaide climbed onto the apron a moment later only to ‘eep’ in surprise when the Dreadnought rushed around Castle and snatched a huge handful of ha-- Brewster doubled down on a hair-hold of her own, then dipped her knees and hopped off the aprNOOOO! Pandora caught the sneaky champion under one arm and hoisted her back up to deflect the Hot Shot and add another amazing show of strength to her already legendary highlight reel.
“Nice try, bat-brain.” she teased the squirming brunette. “But you’re just not strong enough to keep my hands off that golAAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
THUNDEROUS boos from the capacity crowd when Brewster engulfed Panda’s noggin in a second billowing breath weapon, this one a noxious purple no one had ever seen before. Dropping Adelaide to the apron without so much as a second thought, the Beach Babe stamped back into the center of the squared circle, both hands scrubbing frantically at her twice aggrieved eyes.
As for the Daughter of Darkness, she maintained a death grip on the top rope but otherwise looked to be in no hurry to return to-- she dropped into a deep crouch, leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and vaulted toward the blind challenger, her legs splayed just enough to welcome the heathen’s head between-- pure survival instinct wrapped Pandora’s arms around Brewster’s waist at the moment of contact and it was pure spite that let the Womanly Wonder drop to her knees for an improvised Powerbomb that THAWHAMMED Adelaide down on the back of her head and shoulders! Aware of the brunette’s matchbooked state by feel rather than sight, Pandy braced both hands against the mat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned every bit of her weight into those upturned haunches to keep the hateful bytch staked down through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Brewster swiped her nails across the blonde’s besmirched features, forcing her to pull away from the cover with barely a whisper between herself and a second title reign!
“EVIL BYTCH!” Pandora wailed following this latest assault on her peepers. “I’M GONNA SMEAR YOU ACROSS THE MAT, SWEAR TO GOD I WILL!”
Adelaide made no response, the exhausted World Champion was too busy crawling her way to someplace safer, preferably three counties away. “Can you see, Pandora?” Nick asked the challenger once it was clear neither woman was interested or even capable of resuming hostilities right away. “Want me to get you some water and a towel?”
Pandy almost waved him off, then she hesitated and nodded yes. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Castle bustled over to the ropes, making sure to evaluate Adelaide’s position en route. She’d made it to the far corner, but that was all, in fact the World Champion had one arm draped over the bottom rope while her head rested against the lowest turnbuckle like it was the world’s most uncomfortable pillow. Another quick scan of ringside confirmed the absence of both Church and Court, so Castle quickly conferred with a tech to procure the water bottle and towel. Thus armed, he returned to blinded blonde and offered her one right after the other.
Half the bottle went toward clearing her face while the towel cleaned up the excess, not to mention the worst of that stinging purple crap. Blinking rapidly as she saw clearly for the first time in nearly a minute, Pandora’s expression changed from relief to wrath as she turned her attention to the wounded champion. Rising to her full height, she handed the towel to Castle, then took a long swig from the water bottle.
“Can I take the rest of that for… oh. Never mind.”
The Dreadnought poured the rest of the contents out on her copious curves, much to the delight of the sold out crowd. “Makes a better seal when I snuggle her in.” she explained “Also makes her screams sound louder.”
Hearing the commotion at her back, Adelaide looked over her shoulder and scrambled to one knee, her eyes going wide. “KEEP HER BACK, CASTLE!” she demanded. “I’M IN THE CORNER!”
Pandora offered her a cruel smile. “Not for long you aren’t.” She exploded into a flat out run, the former World Champion showing off that deceptive speed that allowed her to build up a monstrous head of steam before she hurled herself into a headfirst somersault that transformed her into a wrecking ball aimed squarely at the skyscraper of Adelaide’s title rei--BWUUUUNG!
Brewster dove to one side at the last second, meaning Pandora’s lower back went directly into the middle turnbuckle. Or rather, it went into the exposed steel ring of the second turnbuckle because Adelaide had finished removing it all of ten seconds prior! Slowed to a crawl by the anguish wracking her spine, Panda tumbled away from the corner and ended up on one knee mostly thanks to a timely grip on the second strand. Regarding the challenger’s lowered head as an invitation too tempting to pass up, the Weeping Angel dragged her way through the ropes, got up and hurried down the apron to her prey. Positioned directly beside the big blonde, Brewster vaulted over in a gorgeous little slingshot that turned decidedly ugly when she caught Pandy’s noggin mid-descent to SPIKE her forehead against the deck with a huge Slingshot DDT!
SLINGSHOT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYmTA9AYFTk
The big blonde stood up like a tent spike before her muscles caught up with her brain and she slopped over onto her back in a vulnerable sprawl. Adelaide was on her at once, the enraged Churchgoer catching her prey in an aggressive Back Press that pointed Pandora’s tush toward the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Womanly Wonder bucked her brunette loose and rolled to a knee while one hand massaged her battered skull. She was still collecting her thoughts when Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and haaaaaaaaauled her to boot leather. “Enough of your games.” the Queen of Nightmares snarled. “It’s time we finished GUUURRRHHK!”
Pandora wrapped her left hand around Adelaide’s throat and squeezed til her knuckles showed white! “I couldn’t agree more, bytch.” Catching hold of the champ’s waistband, Pandy bent her knees and muscled Brewster into the rafters for a ring-rattling Choke Sl-- the challenger’s back spasmed violently, the sudden exertion too much too quick after going spine-first into the exposed turnbuckle. Adelaide smashed a Double Axehandle into Pandora’s left elbow as soon as she landed, then folded that limb up behind her head like she was going for another Heart Punch. Only this time she gripped her own wrist to effectively trap the Beach Babe’s head and arm in a snug little coil.
Already bearing down as hard as she could, Brewster planted her left heel just inside of Pandora’s left leg and swept it out from under to drive both wrestlers to the canvas. Near Dark, Adelaide Brewster to Pandora. Sidling in against the blonde’s chest as soon as the touched down, Adelaide REEFED back on the hold to exacerbate the pressure on Pandy’s head and the torque on her trapped arm.
NEAR DARK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnDWKegoHWo
“TAP!” Brewster shrieked as she poured everything she had into the crushing hold. “TAP OUT YOU BYTCH!”
Reduced in a way few could imagine and even fewer could achieve, Pandora still twisted like a livewire as tried to fight her way to a seat. She got halfway more than once, but Brewster was constantly shifting and adjusting her own position to thwart the Dreadnought’s efforts. Growling in fury and anguish as her left arm started to go numb, Panda reached up with her right hand, braced it against Adelaide’s chin and puuuuuusssshed. Forced to give ground to the simple counter, Brewster hissed and tried to twist away to no avail. In seconds Pandora had sat up and was back on one knee shortly thereafter.
“Nuuuuhhh…. nice grip, scrawny.” she rasped to the incredulous zealot. “But you’re just not strong enough to keep me doNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide jabbed a short Headbutt into Panda’s face, her right eye in particular. One didn’t do the job so she let loose with half a dozen more until the blonde powerhouse collapsed to the deck once more. “I SAID SUBMIT, YOU HEATHEN WHORE!” Brewster bridged up on her toes and leaaaaaaaaaaned back to get every ounce of pressure she could muster.
Extremely leery of the challenger’s reddening face, Nick knelt beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Pandora? Need me to call it?”
“Nooooooooooooooooo!” she gurgled. “Bytch can’t beat… can’t beat….” She tried to push at Adelaide’s chin but it looked more like a gentle caress because her hand fell away halfway through.
Making no effort to hide his surprise, Nick took Pandy’s wrist and raised it high. When he let go it fell to the mat without any resistance. He made a note and repeated the test with identical results. Not quite willing to believe their own eyes, the assembled FAWNatics were strangely quiet when Pandora’s hand hit the mat for the third and final time.
The bell CLANGED but Adelaide didn’t let go, the victorious champion either too exhausted or too incensed to understand the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
“C’mon Adelaide, let go of her! You won! You won, I sa--”
Brewster broke the hold and scrambled to her feet. Eyes wide and more than a bit crazed, she snatched the World Title out of Nick’s grasp, then grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Get me a mic. NOW.” Castle did as bade and Adelaide’s battle-ragged voice reached the rafters within seconds.
“YOU SEE THIS?” she shook the belt like a rag doll. “THIS BELONGS TO ME!” Brewster strode over to Pandora, raised a foot and stomped on that unconscious rack. “SEE THIS? THIS BELONGS TO ME TOO! YOU THINK FAWN IS STILL A MERE WRESTLING PROMOTION? YOU’RE WRONG! IT’S BECOME MY OWN PERSONAL KILLING FLOOR!”
The Weeping Angel paused to catch her breath. When she spoke again, she sounded more in control of herself, though the astute observer noted she was still grrrrrrrrrrrrinding her heel against Pandora’s top. “Heathens quiver when titans fall, but Midnight… and Adelaide Brewster, come for one and--”
The lights went out.
Midnight held dominion for five seconds only to depart in a flash, leaving Adelaide in the company of-- THWHACK!
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
Sue Burlingame caught the surprised World Champion on the button with a Super Kick that sent her toppling to the deck in an insensate sprawl. “That was for Pandora.” the Ace explained before she circled around and very deliberately scrubbed the toe of her boot against Adelaide’s right eye. “THAT was for Lenore. And this?”
Sue bent down, grabbed the World Title and showed it off for the redlining crowd.
“This is for me.”
She tossed it down on Adelaide’s chest, then took a quick look around. The rest of Miranda’s flock was nowhere to be seen, but Burlingame wasted no time dipping out of the ring and melting into the throng of ringside fans. The cameras were still trying to follow her progress when the broadcast faded out.
PANDORA:
No surprise, they did.
Pleased by the cacophonous response, the Destroyer’s Destroyer headed down the ramp and though she was a de facto soldier for the forces of good (or at least lawful evil) it was little surprise to anyone in attendance that she did not reach for any of the hands extended in her direction. As the Beach Tyrant reached the squared circle, the Announcer did his due diligence. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship!”
The FAWNatics roared, delighted at the thought of Emily’s ‘nuclear option’ unleashing her rage on the World Champion for a full hour. It seemed to please Pandy as well, considering the wicked smirk on her face as she started up the steps and slid through seductively, the big blonde world beater clearly eager to reclaim her spot atop the fed’s food chain.
“First, the challenger,” the Announcer resumed, “hailing from parts unknown… She stands five feet eleven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifty-one pounds… Representing the Black Court, she is the one… the only… the incomparable… PAAANNNDDDOOORRRAAA!”
While there aren’t many women on the roster that could make the likes of Harley Jo Collins and Dayna Erza look small, Pandora certainly qualified. Standing just south of six feet tall, her stark bikini top was stretched to its limits to contain her double-Ds. As she moved to center stage, the lights danced off Pandora’s impossibly bronzed, impossibly smooth abdomen. Her taut undercarriage was sheathed in a matching set of bikini bottoms, with three aqua buttons befitting her Miami roots leading toward a tied off stretch of fabric on her left hip that extend halfway down her thigh. And when your legs never end, that’s a LONG way.
Standing at an appropriately respectful distance, senior referee Nick Castle waited until he caught the challenger’s eye and strode over to check on her boots. “Didn’t really think I’d bother to sneak anything in my boots, didja, Nicky?” she teased. “I’m already WELL equipped to handle this obnoxious little mosquito, as I’m sure you’re aware.”
“Just doing my job, Pandora.” Castle deadpanned. “You’re clear. Head to your corner and await the opening bell.”
“Dinner bell, you mean? Get the little morsel out here, Nicky. She’s got gold. And I’m famished.”
Pandora had just settled into the far corner when the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Oxrun Station Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Queen of Nightmares, the Daughter of Darkness and the FAWN World Champion, ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights faded away as the soft, eerie opening ‘Glory and Gore’ poured through the speakers. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal an ankle-deep carpet of fog. Still no sign of the World Champion and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Looking stronger than ever despite the conspicuous absence of Miranda Wainright or any of her other ‘sisters’, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, a habit that earned a disapproving jeer from those in attendance. Brewster met their disdain with little more than a sniff as she draped the belt over her shoulder and headed for the cage. For tonight’s mountainous challenge the World Champion wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without once taking her eyes off the last desperate gasp of a toothless queen, Adelaide stomped up the steps climbed through the ropes en route to claiming the center of the squared circle. Back to the looming blonde threat, Adelaide hoisted the title one-handed, tilted her head and-- FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares whipped around in a half circle and slung the ten pounds of leather and gold straight at Pandora’s head! Back to the buckles, Pandy had nowhere to go so she raised both hands and managed to catch the big belt before the faceplate collided with her nose. One of the leather straps still caught her left ear with an unpleasant little ‘smack’, however this trifle was immediately forgotten when the duplicitous zealot rushed in and THUMPED a punt between her adversary’s thighs!
Pandora blanched and leaned forward, the blindsided Dreadnought drawing the World Championship tight against her chest. Under normal circumstances this would’ve enraged Brewster to no end, tonight however she simply filled her hands with the blonde’s hair and cooed, “You’re only borrowing it.”
‘PFFFWOOOOOOSSSSH!’
The Red Mist swallowed Pandora’s head in a viscous, billowing cloud that looked almost as hungry as the champion when it was played back on the super slow-motion cameras a few seconds later. Gutshot and now practically blind, Pandora dropped the strap in favor of reaching for Adelaide only for the Weeping Angel to corral her in a Front Facelock. She’d just braced a foot against the middle rope when Nick Castle rushed over and grabbed her by the arm. “What the hell are you doing, Adelaide! Back off right now or I’ll--”
Brewster bared her teeth and lunged so abruptly that the Senior Official darted backward in order to keep all his fingers. Free of the zebra’s meddling, Adelaide pushed off the second strand to ‘walk’ her way up and over to the top rope whereupon she swung around in a pitiless half circle and laid out on her back to THAWHONK the crown of Pandora’s skull into the canvas with a huge Tornado DDT!
STEP UP TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gn5XY5OP0ro
The former World Champion sat up on impact, rolled to all fours and sloooooooowly began to make it to her feet. Desperate to regain some semblance of order, Castle planted himself directly in front of the tottering blonde and said, “Don’t stand up too fast, Pandora. I need to check you for HEY!”
Pandy planted a hand on his chest and shoved the ref aside. “Get the hell away from NNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide flew out from behind Nick to wallop her prey between the eyes with World Title! Pandora went down flat on her back this time but Brewster might’ve carried the drubbing that much further if Castle hadn’t hooked an arm around her waist and bodied the brunette into the nearest set of ropes. “What the F*CK do you think you’re doing?” he barked. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t throw this whole thing out right now!”
“I’ll give you two, little man.” Adelaide raised a hand and tapped the earpiece tucked discretely in Nick’s right ear. “I bet Christian and the other suits are already SCREAMING at you to ring the bell, aren’t they? AREN’T THEY?”
Nick shook his head in disgust. “They can do whatever they want, they’re not responsible for the safety of the wrestlers, I am.”
“Go ahead then, call off the Main Event for FAWN’s first pay-per-view of the year before the bell even rings. I don’t give a shyt either way. But you’ll still have to answer to the suits… and to reason number two.”
Adelaide glanced over his shoulder, forcing Castle to follow her gaze. He wasn’t really surprised to see Pandora on her feet, but he certainly wasn’t pleased.
Stuffing the belt into Nick’s hands, Brewster called out, “Go ahead, Panda. Tell this heathen I hurt you too bad to even bother with the goddamned bell. Tell him Emily’s favorite Secret Weapon is as useless as her pet Raven!”
Pandora wiped a hand across her face to clear the worst of the Red Mist, then flicked the excess onto the mat in a nasty little spatter. “Ring the f*cking bell, Castle. And get out of the way.”
Nick didn’t look remotely happy about the prospect, but the voices coming from the back were rather insistent and the growing chant of ‘LET THEM FIGHT!’ was downright cacophonous. Sighing heavily, the black & white backed up so he was positioned halfway between champion and challenger before throwing a signal to the Timekeeper.
Pandora and Adelaide exploded at the CLANG of the bell, but the Dreadnought went high and the Daughter of Darkness went low, more specifically a go behind that put her on Panda’s six just like that. Catching a Waistlock in the span between heartbeats, Brewster snapped off a deep, blink and you’ll miss it’ bridge that tore the disoriented Destroyer off her feet and THWHUMPED her down on the back of her head and shoulders.
RUNNING SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaqcuUYLMYc
The German Suplex had far too much snap on it for Adelaide to maintain the bridge so she sprang to her feet and honed in on her blonde while Pandora braced one hand against the mat in an effort to stop the world from spinning. Completely understandable considering the punishment she’d taken already yet it must have infuriated the True Believer because Brewster stormed over, grabbed that wrist (it was the right one) and yanked it off the mat just so she’d have a proper tether when she hopped up and THWHACKED a vicious Bicycle Kick between the blonde’s eyes! Panda’s head snapped back and the rest of her soon followed, the big blonde slowly folding backward over her own calves in the sort of vulnerable position that none of the FAWNatics could ever recall her occupying prior to tonight.
BASEMENT BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r0EgrpirWE
“GET UP!” Adelaide shrieked at the curvaceous battler. “GET UP AND FACE THE QUEEN OF NIGHTMARES YOU MISERABLE LITTLE HEATHEN BYTCH!”
Pandora rolled onto her side, continued onto all fours and slowly made it to vertical--THWHACK! Brewster caught her with a second Bicycle Kick, this one clapping off the side of her rival’s reddened face. She stumbled awkwardly, stepped in a few fencepost holes before steadying herself against the top rope.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc2V-iPxzuo
Flipping hair out of her face, she glared at Adelaide and asked, “That the best you can do, bytNNNNGGGGHHH!” The Daughter of Darkness replied with a gorgeous Bicycle Kneelift that met Panda’s chin with a resounding CRAAACK! Even that wasn’t enough to take the former World Champion off her feet, though she wasn’t exactly upright as her legs gave out and she slopped through the gap between top and middle strands.
BICYCLE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bz8wDZjXsE0
Adelaide’s delight at driving the colossal heathen from her ring proved short-lived because Pandora managed to reach the floor on her feet, even if she was clutching the middle rope like a lifeline. “Only true believers stand before the altar of Eternal Midnight, sister.” Brewster murmured under her breath as she hopped over the top to alight on the apron. “You’ll prostrate yourself along with the rest of these chattel.”
On that vicious prophecy she raced down the narrow ledge and THWHACKED her right foot into the challenger’s prodigious chest. The Penalty Kick struck true and Pandora hit the floor with a damp thump that seemed to reverberate through the first several rows.
APRON PENALTY KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwLGrOTqmG4
“DO YOU SEE?! Adelaide screamed at that undeserving multitude. “WEST AND HER FOLLOWERS ARE NOTHING! LINE THEM UP AND I’LL DRAIN THEM DRY ONE BY ONE BY--”
Cheers interrupted the moment Pandora sat up and rolled to one knee. Refusing to rest until the Beach Tyrant was humbled at her feet, Adelaide moved to the far end of the apron, then sped back the way she’d came to leap out into the aether for a Crossbody aimed at ‘smeck!’ Pandora caught her out of the air, the big blonde perhaps ceding a step more than usual to do so, but otherwise looking as strong as ever.
“You’ve had enough fun, bytch.” she purred. “Now it’s time I had mine.”
Turning to the nearby ring post with the champ’s body strapped to her abundant chest, Pandora surged forward, RAMMING Adelaide’s spine into the unforgiving steel. Brewster cried out in pain, but the busty blonde powerhouse wasn’t done. She continued to hold the brunette in a Crossbody grip and sent her foe’s vertebrae CRASHING into the metal post a second and gawd awful third time, the FAWNatics groaning with the sickening collisions.
With a battered Brewster mewling in her arms, Pandy responded to the official’s growing count and walked halfway down the ring with the Churchgoer still in her possession. Showing the power that helped make her a World Champion and the most significant cog in the most dominant tag team in FAWN’s history, Pandora Military Pressed the Weeping Angel overhead.
The multitude marveled at the sight and even more so when, from that position, Pandy heaved Adelaide between the top and middle ropes, Brewster thumping to the canvas and barrel rolling to center stage.
Even after the sneak attack and the considerable battering from Brewster that followed, Pandora’s legendary strength hadn’t dipped an iota.
The buxom blonde climbed to the apron and bent through the rubber-coated steel strands, an aching Adelaide pushing to all fours, dark eyes rising to see Pandora approach. Despite the faith in her Church and its gospel, there’s a hint of worry in those dark pools and the Weeping Angel retreated, plopping to her backside and scooting away from the towering threat.
Brewster held out an extended palm, imploring the challenger to stay back, but Pandy had no interest in the Churchgoer’s plea. The curvy blonde snatched Adelaide’s arm by the wrist and TUGGED the champ up with ease, not only lifting Adelaide to her feet but off them and into the waiting arms of the Black Court’s muscle.
Pandora’s tanned arms coiled around the ribs and spine of her foe, biceps bulging when she cinched the limbs tight, forcing a bug-eyed exhalation from Brewster. Few, if any, could match Pandy for power and the Queen of Nightmares was shown a very stark reality as Adelaide toggled between pain and breathlessness in the enveloping embrace.
Castle sidled in close, ready to ask the increasingly rosy-faced Brewster if she wanted to give in, but he’s shushed by Pandy who pivoted to move her chew toy away from Nick then gave the brunette a violent shake in her grasp, the gray matter of the Daughter of Darkness turned to a slurry.
With Adelaide literally and figuratively rattled, FAWN’s most feared advanced as fast as carrying her cargo allowed. She dove forward, FLATTENING the champ beneath her when both hit the canvas, Brewster sandwiched against the mat, crushed from above and below.
Remaining atop her foe, Adelaide demolished, Pandora motioned with the slightest head bob for Castle to join the combatants on the mat and count the compacted Churchgoer out, insisting on a five-count.
Nick slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide shoved a shoulder off the canvas, rolling to her side under the sneering Courtier, Pandy rolling her eyes at the official.
Castle responded with a look and shrug as if to say ‘What?’
“You don’t like her, do you?” Pandy asks. “I get it. She’s not half the champ I was or will be and you want her to hurt.”
“I don’t!” Castle insisted.
“It’s OK,” Pandora responded, pulling the jellied Brewster to her feet as she rose. “You need to keep the air of impartiality.”
With a tight hold of Brewster’s right wrist with her left hand, Pandy loaded up a huge, right-armed Lariat that DROPPED Adelaide to the canvas as if shot. Grip still in place, Pandora hauled her foe upright and repeated the process with startling command.
“The woman deserves to be buried, Nick. And you know I have the tools to do it.”
Castle reflexively cast a glance toward Pandy’s mammoth mammaries then caught himself only when the challenger whispered “My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
The ref blushed as Pandora set the dazed brunette on her haunches and lumbered to the ropes in front of the bewildered Brewster. Hitting the cables, Pandy generated significant speed and she threw her curvy frame into a Crossbody of Adelaide’s face with what Pandy likes to call her Shining Tummy.
Knocked flat, legs folded thighs atop calves, Adelaide might have been hard pressed to kick out from under the mass of the beach blonde, but Pandy rolled away from any would-be pinning attempt and climbed to her feet, reveling in cheers she’s rarely received throughout her career.
Not hiding the enjoyment as the crowd chanted “PAN-DEE”, the buxom blonde sank a pair of nails into Adelaide’s scalp when the champ made it to her knees once more. Pandora ripped the wobbling Weeping Angel to vertical, spun her ‘round and whipped Brewster into the buckles from short range, Adelaide barely able to turn in time to take the blast on her back.
Somehow she remained on her feet with the help of an arm thrown over the top rope on each side. She slumped into her predicament, looking increasingly unable to account for the dominion Pandy could establish over most any roster member given the chance.
In the middle of the ring, Pandora watched with glee at Brewster’s stubborn ability to stay on her boot soles. She charged like a bull, taking flight from several feet out and CRUSHING Brewster under an absolute avalanche of Courtier flesh. Pandy’s curves buried Brewster beneath and when the blonde bounced away, the champ looked drained of whatever fight she had remaining.
Striding to the dark-haired ragdoll, Pandora climbed to the bottom ropes and STUFFED the tanned expanse of her tummy into the face of the champ, battering then rubbing her midriff into the mug of the Churchgoer, her signature Navel Gazing providing Pandy’s abdominal version of a humiliating Stinkface.
The challenger gave Adelaide the rub for a half-dozen seconds before Castle’s count convinced her to drop to the canvas, pivot, and toss Brewster with a Snapmare that delivered the Daughter of Darkness to her derriere.
Electing a slow roll up on the champ’s six (she wanted to make sure Adelaide heard her coming) Pandora palmed the top of her foe’s head in one hand, then dropped to one knee and cinched her other arm around--
“AAAAHHHH BYTCH!” the challenger snarled in surprise and pain when Brewster darted forward to sink her teeth into the crook of Pandora’s right elbow. Castle warned her about the infraction at once, but Pandy wasn’t interested in waiting for official channels, she simply released the zealot’s noggin and PWAAAKED a heavy Forearm Smash across the nape of her neck. Brewster jolted forward but didn’t stop biting, in fact she chewed a little harder.
“Ok sweetie, you want something to chew on?” Pandora flattened her free hand into a paddle and slapped the champion’s left ear not once, but twice. That was followed by another stiff Forearm to the back of noggin, which finally made the brunette’s teeth give way. Rising to her full height once more, Pandora spread her hands wide, then palmed the sides of Brewster’s skull and began to squeeeeeeeeeeeze! “Bite me now, little girl!” Pandy demanded as Adelaide squirmed and writhed, her heels scraping and kicking against the mat. “Go ahead, try to bite me be one more time before I crush your head like a sand castle!”
Adelaide would’ve loved nothing more than to sink her teeth into the colossal challenger, but Pandora was in full control of her head, the best she could do at the moment was a desperate grip on Pandy’s wrists. Eventually the pressure between her temples started to slow Adelaide’s movements, her legs settling into fitful twitches, her chin bobbling against her chest more often than not.
After another ten seconds or so, Pandora looked to Nick, an expression of saccharine sympathy on her face. “Ooooooohhhhh, I think the little champ is ready for a nap. Isn’t that right, little champ?” She forced Brewster to nod several times, the casual show of control bringing an embarrassed frown to the Churchgoer’s already cramped features. “Go ahead, cutie.” Pandora demanded, her tone deadly serious now. “Tell Mr. Nick you want to take a nap.” The Womanly Wonder hunched down so she could put that much more pressure into the Cranium Crush. “You’re finished. I want to hear you say EEERRRRRHHHHH FAHK!”
Adelaide’s teeth might’ve been neutralized, her claws however were still quite sharp, as Pandora discovered when the Weeping Angel dug her nails deep into the underside of her tormentor’s wrists. The near electric jolt from those pressure points would’ve sent most wrestlers away in noodle-armed fog, but the former World Champion held on just long enough to haul Brewster to verticality. A sharp Kneelift between the glutes stopped the resistance on the spot, so Pandy spun Adelaide in a half circle and bent her double to trap the smaller woman in a Standing Headscissors.
“I could crush your head here too!” Pandora reminded Brewster with a single convulsive squeeze of her thighs. “But I’d rather put you through the mat!”
More than happy to deliver on that threat in short order, Pandy looped both arms around Adelaide’s waist and spun her into a seat atop her shoulders. From there she moved her hands to the sides of the zealot’s hips, Pandora helping herself to a greedy double handful of waistband that made Brewster’s trunks almost disappear when she raised her arms to full extension for the Last Ri--
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
The Daughter of Darkness did a little palming of her own, but where Pandora had squeezed she gouged, namely her thumbs into the blonde’s eyes! Pandy suddenly lost all interest in Brewster’s togs and Adelaide used this newfound freedom to slither over the Courtier’s head and tumble down her back, the terribly tenacious True Believer hooking her legs under Pandora’s armpits to turn a plain old escape into a surprisingly elegant Sunset Flip! Too worried about her eyes to immediately register the swift realignment, Pandora comes around quick when she heard Castle count the…
ONE…
TWO…
The Dreadnought somersaulted out of Brewster’s clutches and came up on one knee with a full second to spare. It was going to take a lot more than a single clever flash-pin to keep her do-- The Weeping Angel lunged forward, sprang up and planted a foot on the challenger’s posted thigh. In the next instant her other knee connected with the bridge of Pandora’s nose with a low, ceramic-sounding THWHUNK! The ‘Original’ Shining Wizard sent Pandy toppling onto her side with one hand pressed to her face, the big blonde suddenly looking more vulnerable than she had since that ferocious pre-match assault.
ORIGINAL SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcY9XiMUibc
Of course Adelaide wasn’t doing much better in fact she might’ve been a little worse, considering the way she collapsed to an exhausted seat dimming the challenger’s lights. Always willing to give his charges the benefit of the doubt, Castle stayed away for an internal five count, but when neither woman had begun to stir, he cleared his throat and started to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…”
Pandora put both hands against the mat and powered to all fours.
Elsewhere Adelaide twisted onto one knee, took a moment to catch her breath, then clambered to verticality a few precious steps ahead of the penitent powerhouse. Circling around to approach Pandy from behind, Brewster crooked her fingers into claws, then raaaaaaaaaked her back as quick and hard as she could!
“Sneaking bytch!” Pandora swung a hard elbow over one shoulder but Adelaide was already gone and it just threw the Courtier off balance.
“Over here, Panda.” Brewster cooed right before she pulled down an elbow pad and THWHACKED an Elbow Smash off her right cheek! The big blonde’s head snapped to one side but rather than slopping over like an actual flesh and blood human, she stuffed both hands against the champion’s midsection and sent her backpedaling a good half a dozen steps.
Simultaneously enraged and confounded by the heathen’s durability, Adelaide stormed into the breach as Pandora was rising and THWHACK-THWHACK! FAWN’s Queen of Nightmares laced into the challenger’s stems with a pair of alternating kicks to Panda’s upper thighs. Pandora ceded a half step, reared back for another shove and “NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide snapped a vicious Headbutt into the Beach Babe’s prodigious chest and now Pandora tottered considerably, her hands dangling loose at her sides, left foot waaaaaaaay back and bent so deep her knee almost touched the mat.
HEADBUTT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsJKzKfc69M
Still wasn’t down though, much to Brewster’s everlasting disgust. “JUST DIE ALREADY!” She hopped forward on her left foot and THWHACKED a Low Super Kick off the point of Pandora’s chin!
LOW SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3KVHm7-01Q
The Dreadnought didn’t die, but she sure wasn’t feeling her usual unsinkable self as she slopped backward through the gap between the middle and bottom ropes. Adelaide had hopped the oversized bimbo would’ve fallen all the way to the floor, so of course she grabbed hold of the bottom rope to stay on the apron. “So you think you’re going to crush me? Going to bury me?” Brewster reached through the ropes, buried both hands in Pandora’s hair and pulled until the woozy titan was back up, or at least up enough for the champ to pull her tummy-first across the second strand. Wedging Panda’s noggin in a Headscissors of her own, Adelaide grabbed the top rope in both hands and purred, “The bigger they are… the harder they bleed.” She sprang straight up so that for a moment it looked like Pandora was about to unleash a devastating Alabama Slam. Instead Brewster swung back down and landed on her butt to THAWHONK the other woman’s pate into the thinly-sheathed plywood!
SEESAW PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OddVXPo7kAI
Pandora froze in a sort of boneless headstand and might’ve stayed there for lord knows how long if Adelaide hadn’t snagged her waistband and puuuuuuuuulled her back into the ring. With the curvaceous crusher reduced to a glassy eyed wreck, Brewster dropped a heavy Butt Bomb on Panda’s chest, then hooked both legs behind the knees and folded her in half so Castle and the incredulous crowd could count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREENOOO!
Somehow, the Court’s muscle was able to flinch enough of them to shift a shoulder a few inches off the mat with Castle’s hand those same few inches from slapping the canvas for the third time.
Adelaide, on all fours next to the wreckage, stared off into space, a look of disbelief plastered on her features. The groaning Pandora rolled to her chest and dragged her body along the canvas as Brewster slid her tongue under her top row of bared teeth, watching as the most feared woman in FAWN scraped her way across the canvas.
“You are a goliath, heathen,” the Daughter of Darkness admitted. “But without the faith, I have made you a mere slug, oozing along the ground. Your ultimate reward is coming soon enough.”
Brewster sank a set of nails into Pandy’s golden mane and dragged the curvy powerhouse to her haunches where the Courtier mustered the strength to ball a fist and send an Uppercut shot into the jaw of the dipping Adelaide.
The Weeping Angel’s noggin rocketed away from the impact, head snapping back, the brunette staggering for a moment before catching her balance and returning with a pointed elbow to the crown of Pandora’s skull that ‘calmed’ the blonde.
Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, the Churchgoer forced Pandy up the rest of the way. Keeping possession of the arm, she bent it in a Chickenwing behind Pandora’s back and loaded up a HUGE right hand DRIVING it in just to the left of the cleft of Pandora’s mountainous cleavage.
The signature Heart Punch manifested first in the rolling of Pandy’s eyes to more white than blue, her lids fluttering as her blood pumper skipped a beat from the fibrillating blow. Her powerful, tanned stems shuddered, and finally Pandora melted to the canvas in a wide spreadeagle.
The champion’s wicked smile emerged, mostly missing from tonight’s affair, Adelaide having proven even the Court’s biggest and baddest could not withstand a heart attack from her. Brewster turned to the nearest lens.
“This pathetic creature is all the usurped Court has to offer to Eternal Midnight?”
Adelaide moved to the corner nearest the splayed giant. She climbed to the middle ropes and glared at the jeering masses, her back to the ring. Palms wrapped around the top rope on either side, Brewster flung herself backward, dropping toward a pair of knees that would blast Pandy’s chest and tummy. But at the last moment the Womanly Wonder rolled out from under, leaving the brunette to ram her bony joints into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Adelaide bounced away from the impact, ending on her back, pulling her folded legs in close as she growls through the pain. Having escaped a maneuver that might bring Blood and Black Lace upon her, Pandora wearily pushed to her feet and cracked open the curled Brewster with a series of unsteady but effective stomps to her foe’s head and chest.
Having left Adelaide flat on the deck, it’s the glistening blonde bombshell’s turn to stride to the buckles. She moved to the same position in the corner the champ occupied. The curvy challenger bounced on the cables a few times out of habit or perhaps to regain her bearings. She leapt into the void, her boots leading the way, and CRUSHED Adelaide beneath her in a destructive Pandy Bomb.
PANDY BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LKU-T5W9Lo
Brewster jackknifed under the ring-rattling impact, quickly receding to horizontal under the injurious force of nature. Pandora remained in her press across the demolished midriff of the Weeping Angel for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Pandy counted THREE in her head as Adelaide’s shoulders remained planted without so much as a twitch. But there was no slap of the mat from Castle. Furious at his delay, the big blonde turned to find Brewster’s right ankle draped over the bottom rope, Nick confirming with two raised fingers.
It’s Pandora’s turn to flounder in disbelief, swiping a few flaxen strands out of her face and over an ear.
“Bullshyt,” Pandy shouted at the zebra, keeping her reaction and opinion glaringly simple.
Castle shook his head. “It’s not,” he responded calmly, while noticeably backing away from the rising Courtier.
Pandora turned her attention back to Adelaide, shoving the brunette to her chest before rising and stomping the base of her foe’s spine. Panny slapped the tanned expanse of her infamous abs, the crowd roaring in anticipation, and the Court’s muscle leaps above the splayed Brewster. She landed a perfectly placed Tummy Tuck atop the back of Adelaide’s head, THUMPING the Weeping Angel’s face into the deck in ferocious fashion.
Still, Pandy did not flip her Churchgoing pancake and go for the pin. Instead, she rose, pulling Adelaide up with her, Brewster’s body limp and lifeless. Slipping to the brunette’s side, Pandy dipped an arm between Adelaide’s legs from behind. With something short of the usual ease, a weathered Pandora vaulted the champion off the canvas and across her shoulders in an Argentine Backbreaker.
But the Torture Rack was not all the curvy blonde had in mind to dispose of the stubborn Churchgoer. Rising to her tiptoes, Pandy dropped to her knees and sent a shockwave through the spinal column of the title holder, Brewster rolling off Pandora’s shoulders to her final resting place.
ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kESKYzEx0ps
Or so Pandy might’ve expected, but the vexing Daughter of Darkness used what momentum she’s given to add an extra turn or two and roll her way under the bottom rope, plopping to the floor in a stupor.
A triumphant Pandora ascended and turned to find what’s left of the Weeping Angel and discovered nothing but empty canvas. Starting to wonder if Brewster did in fact have supernatural powers, she quickly followed Castle’s eyes to the outside and moved to the ropes.
As the champion slowly pushed toward vertical, Pandora turned and raced to the opposite ropes. She rebounded and, at full bounce, made for a Suicide Dive before pulling up at the cables. Smiling and wagging a finger toward the crowd, she chuckled at the thought some of the FAWNatics thought she was going airborne through the ropes.
“You’re not pulling me out there, sweetheart,” she lectured Brewster. “My gold is recovered inside these ropes. Get your scrawny ass in here!”
“Yuuuuhhhh… you overestimate your importance, heathen.” Adelaide rasped. “I am the champion, YOU are the challenger. YOU are beholden to my whims. And if I say you wait, you wait.” The Queen of Nightmares punctuated her decree with a raised middle finger, first for Pandora, then for the FAWNatics that jeered the obnoxious delay. Adelaide paid them no mind, she simply kept her eyes on the towering blonde while the count passed ‘TEN!’ on the way to twenty. With only a few seconds remaining, she gestured for Castle to move Pandora back and the Senior Official was kind enough to oblige the request.
Adelaide climbed onto the apron a moment later only to ‘eep’ in surprise when the Dreadnought rushed around Castle and snatched a huge handful of ha-- Brewster doubled down on a hair-hold of her own, then dipped her knees and hopped off the aprNOOOO! Pandora caught the sneaky champion under one arm and hoisted her back up to deflect the Hot Shot and add another amazing show of strength to her already legendary highlight reel.
“Nice try, bat-brain.” she teased the squirming brunette. “But you’re just not strong enough to keep my hands off that golAAAAARRRRHHHHH!”
THUNDEROUS boos from the capacity crowd when Brewster engulfed Panda’s noggin in a second billowing breath weapon, this one a noxious purple no one had ever seen before. Dropping Adelaide to the apron without so much as a second thought, the Beach Babe stamped back into the center of the squared circle, both hands scrubbing frantically at her twice aggrieved eyes.
As for the Daughter of Darkness, she maintained a death grip on the top rope but otherwise looked to be in no hurry to return to-- she dropped into a deep crouch, leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and vaulted toward the blind challenger, her legs splayed just enough to welcome the heathen’s head between-- pure survival instinct wrapped Pandora’s arms around Brewster’s waist at the moment of contact and it was pure spite that let the Womanly Wonder drop to her knees for an improvised Powerbomb that THAWHAMMED Adelaide down on the back of her head and shoulders! Aware of the brunette’s matchbooked state by feel rather than sight, Pandy braced both hands against the mat and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned every bit of her weight into those upturned haunches to keep the hateful bytch staked down through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Brewster swiped her nails across the blonde’s besmirched features, forcing her to pull away from the cover with barely a whisper between herself and a second title reign!
“EVIL BYTCH!” Pandora wailed following this latest assault on her peepers. “I’M GONNA SMEAR YOU ACROSS THE MAT, SWEAR TO GOD I WILL!”
Adelaide made no response, the exhausted World Champion was too busy crawling her way to someplace safer, preferably three counties away. “Can you see, Pandora?” Nick asked the challenger once it was clear neither woman was interested or even capable of resuming hostilities right away. “Want me to get you some water and a towel?”
Pandy almost waved him off, then she hesitated and nodded yes. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Castle bustled over to the ropes, making sure to evaluate Adelaide’s position en route. She’d made it to the far corner, but that was all, in fact the World Champion had one arm draped over the bottom rope while her head rested against the lowest turnbuckle like it was the world’s most uncomfortable pillow. Another quick scan of ringside confirmed the absence of both Church and Court, so Castle quickly conferred with a tech to procure the water bottle and towel. Thus armed, he returned to blinded blonde and offered her one right after the other.
Half the bottle went toward clearing her face while the towel cleaned up the excess, not to mention the worst of that stinging purple crap. Blinking rapidly as she saw clearly for the first time in nearly a minute, Pandora’s expression changed from relief to wrath as she turned her attention to the wounded champion. Rising to her full height, she handed the towel to Castle, then took a long swig from the water bottle.
“Can I take the rest of that for… oh. Never mind.”
The Dreadnought poured the rest of the contents out on her copious curves, much to the delight of the sold out crowd. “Makes a better seal when I snuggle her in.” she explained “Also makes her screams sound louder.”
Hearing the commotion at her back, Adelaide looked over her shoulder and scrambled to one knee, her eyes going wide. “KEEP HER BACK, CASTLE!” she demanded. “I’M IN THE CORNER!”
Pandora offered her a cruel smile. “Not for long you aren’t.” She exploded into a flat out run, the former World Champion showing off that deceptive speed that allowed her to build up a monstrous head of steam before she hurled herself into a headfirst somersault that transformed her into a wrecking ball aimed squarely at the skyscraper of Adelaide’s title rei--BWUUUUNG!
Brewster dove to one side at the last second, meaning Pandora’s lower back went directly into the middle turnbuckle. Or rather, it went into the exposed steel ring of the second turnbuckle because Adelaide had finished removing it all of ten seconds prior! Slowed to a crawl by the anguish wracking her spine, Panda tumbled away from the corner and ended up on one knee mostly thanks to a timely grip on the second strand. Regarding the challenger’s lowered head as an invitation too tempting to pass up, the Weeping Angel dragged her way through the ropes, got up and hurried down the apron to her prey. Positioned directly beside the big blonde, Brewster vaulted over in a gorgeous little slingshot that turned decidedly ugly when she caught Pandy’s noggin mid-descent to SPIKE her forehead against the deck with a huge Slingshot DDT!
SLINGSHOT DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYmTA9AYFTk
The big blonde stood up like a tent spike before her muscles caught up with her brain and she slopped over onto her back in a vulnerable sprawl. Adelaide was on her at once, the enraged Churchgoer catching her prey in an aggressive Back Press that pointed Pandora’s tush toward the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Womanly Wonder bucked her brunette loose and rolled to a knee while one hand massaged her battered skull. She was still collecting her thoughts when Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and haaaaaaaaauled her to boot leather. “Enough of your games.” the Queen of Nightmares snarled. “It’s time we finished GUUURRRHHK!”
Pandora wrapped her left hand around Adelaide’s throat and squeezed til her knuckles showed white! “I couldn’t agree more, bytch.” Catching hold of the champ’s waistband, Pandy bent her knees and muscled Brewster into the rafters for a ring-rattling Choke Sl-- the challenger’s back spasmed violently, the sudden exertion too much too quick after going spine-first into the exposed turnbuckle. Adelaide smashed a Double Axehandle into Pandora’s left elbow as soon as she landed, then folded that limb up behind her head like she was going for another Heart Punch. Only this time she gripped her own wrist to effectively trap the Beach Babe’s head and arm in a snug little coil.
Already bearing down as hard as she could, Brewster planted her left heel just inside of Pandora’s left leg and swept it out from under to drive both wrestlers to the canvas. Near Dark, Adelaide Brewster to Pandora. Sidling in against the blonde’s chest as soon as the touched down, Adelaide REEFED back on the hold to exacerbate the pressure on Pandy’s head and the torque on her trapped arm.
NEAR DARK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnDWKegoHWo
“TAP!” Brewster shrieked as she poured everything she had into the crushing hold. “TAP OUT YOU BYTCH!”
Reduced in a way few could imagine and even fewer could achieve, Pandora still twisted like a livewire as tried to fight her way to a seat. She got halfway more than once, but Brewster was constantly shifting and adjusting her own position to thwart the Dreadnought’s efforts. Growling in fury and anguish as her left arm started to go numb, Panda reached up with her right hand, braced it against Adelaide’s chin and puuuuuusssshed. Forced to give ground to the simple counter, Brewster hissed and tried to twist away to no avail. In seconds Pandora had sat up and was back on one knee shortly thereafter.
“Nuuuuhhh…. nice grip, scrawny.” she rasped to the incredulous zealot. “But you’re just not strong enough to keep me doNGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNGGGHHH!”
Adelaide jabbed a short Headbutt into Panda’s face, her right eye in particular. One didn’t do the job so she let loose with half a dozen more until the blonde powerhouse collapsed to the deck once more. “I SAID SUBMIT, YOU HEATHEN WHORE!” Brewster bridged up on her toes and leaaaaaaaaaaned back to get every ounce of pressure she could muster.
Extremely leery of the challenger’s reddening face, Nick knelt beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Pandora? Need me to call it?”
“Nooooooooooooooooo!” she gurgled. “Bytch can’t beat… can’t beat….” She tried to push at Adelaide’s chin but it looked more like a gentle caress because her hand fell away halfway through.
Making no effort to hide his surprise, Nick took Pandy’s wrist and raised it high. When he let go it fell to the mat without any resistance. He made a note and repeated the test with identical results. Not quite willing to believe their own eyes, the assembled FAWNatics were strangely quiet when Pandora’s hand hit the mat for the third and final time.
The bell CLANGED but Adelaide didn’t let go, the victorious champion either too exhausted or too incensed to understand the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
“C’mon Adelaide, let go of her! You won! You won, I sa--”
Brewster broke the hold and scrambled to her feet. Eyes wide and more than a bit crazed, she snatched the World Title out of Nick’s grasp, then grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Get me a mic. NOW.” Castle did as bade and Adelaide’s battle-ragged voice reached the rafters within seconds.
“YOU SEE THIS?” she shook the belt like a rag doll. “THIS BELONGS TO ME!” Brewster strode over to Pandora, raised a foot and stomped on that unconscious rack. “SEE THIS? THIS BELONGS TO ME TOO! YOU THINK FAWN IS STILL A MERE WRESTLING PROMOTION? YOU’RE WRONG! IT’S BECOME MY OWN PERSONAL KILLING FLOOR!”
The Weeping Angel paused to catch her breath. When she spoke again, she sounded more in control of herself, though the astute observer noted she was still grrrrrrrrrrrrinding her heel against Pandora’s top. “Heathens quiver when titans fall, but Midnight… and Adelaide Brewster, come for one and--”
The lights went out.
Midnight held dominion for five seconds only to depart in a flash, leaving Adelaide in the company of-- THWHACK!
SUSANNAH BURLINGAME:
Sue Burlingame caught the surprised World Champion on the button with a Super Kick that sent her toppling to the deck in an insensate sprawl. “That was for Pandora.” the Ace explained before she circled around and very deliberately scrubbed the toe of her boot against Adelaide’s right eye. “THAT was for Lenore. And this?”
Sue bent down, grabbed the World Title and showed it off for the redlining crowd.
“This is for me.”
She tossed it down on Adelaide’s chest, then took a quick look around. The rest of Miranda’s flock was nowhere to be seen, but Burlingame wasted no time dipping out of the ring and melting into the throng of ringside fans. The cameras were still trying to follow her progress when the broadcast faded out.