Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:13:35 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, representing the Black Court, she hails from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
BECKY CLAYTON:
‘Heroes’ by Shinedown rumbled through the arena speakers as the Army of One Hot Chick stomped through the curtains and took up residence center stage to treat the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s rematch with the Ferocious Financier, the Court’s Mistress of Arms sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Smile facing as started down the ramp, Bex noted, “You had one hell of an assist the first time we met, babe. Don’t think you’re getting that lucky twice. Noting the hands extended in her direction on each side of the aisle, Clayton zigzagged several times to make sure didn’t miss a single FAWNatic. Once that was done Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher tipped a much more relaxed salute to her adversary en route to the corner where Al Carpenter made a quick check of her pads and boots.
After a few moments of calm, the Announcer continued, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. This is… DAYNA ERZA!”
DAYNA ERZA:
The woman in question emerged from the curtains as her anthem played, accompanied by her meet assistant, Miss Williams. Erza was more than happy to return to the ring this time despite a busy schedule as Clayton had called her for a rematch after their first encounter ended in controversy. Clad in suit, shirt and pencil skirt, the Executive marched down the ring in her pumps alongside her assistant keeping her eye on Becky in-ring, revealing a faint smile. At the steps, Dayna kicked off her pumps and shed her office wear to reveal an Amazonian physique wrapped in a sexy black turtleneck one-piece with gem-decorated collar. Miss Williams, like clockwork, opened up her briefcase with Dayna's ring socks, white boots and black knee pads, packed nicely within. Using the ring steps as a step stool, she put on the rest of her gear and entered the ring.
As Becky stood in the centre, Dayna slid her hand along the ropes and strolled along the side of the ring while raising her left arm. But her attention was all focused on Clayton, the towering brunette running a whole series of analytics to cover every eventuality for the battle ahead.
The CLANG of the bell was still echoing in the cheap seats when Becky Clayton came out of her corner, the Army of One Hot Chick moving with a speed and determination that sent a little thrill up Dayna Erza’s spine. Not of fear, heavens no. If anything the looming challenge steeled Dayna’s resolve, much as the threat of a hostile takeover had done back when her battles were limited to conference rooms and executive suites. Setting out along the ropes to put a bit more distance between Clayton and herself, Erza made it most of the way to a neutral corner before she curled in toward the approaching grappler.
“I’m pleased to see you taking me up on my offer, Ms. Clayton.” the Israeli Powerhouse noted with a small smile. “Though I am slightly disappointed that it took so long for you to do soOOEERRGH!”
Becky pounced, snaked an arm around the back of Dayna’s neck and jerked her down into a burly Side Headlock. Hands clasped tight, Clayton gnashed the taller woman’s temple against the point of her left hip, then went up on her toes and almost dropped to one knee before repeating the process all over again. “Not really in the mood for small talk tonight, suit.” Becky muttered as she turned them in a small, stomping circle. “So if you want to run your mouth you’ll have to earn--”
Erza pak-pak-PAAAKED a trio of quick punches into Clayton’s navel, then braced her other hand against the small of her foe’s back and took two giant steps forward to shoot Bex into the ropNO!
The Army Brat dropped her hips and set her heels, just skidding along for a span of inches before she came to halt with Dayna’s noggin still in her possession. Wheeling around so she faced the other side of the ring, Clayton stomped back to center, making sure to thump the point of her hip into Erza’s tummy in the process. Eyes narrowed in pain and irritation, the Ferocious Financier cinched her arms around Clayton’s waist, dropped her hips and-- Becky dropped alongside, the former World Champ sinking to one knee to stuff the Suplex attempt.
In no mood for Dayna’s haughty little ‘huff’ of disappointment, Becky dragged the knuckles of her left hand back n’ forth across Erza’s cheek before she straightened up and promptly slung her to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a BOOMING Headlock Takedown! Working her way to a seat with Dayna’s head still firmly in her control, Clayton craaaaaaaaaaaanked the simple hold that much tighter and flashed a quick smile when Erza banged her heels against the mat in frustrated hurt.
“You won’t win this way, Clayton.” the leggy brunette muttered after several more seconds of squirming and micro-adjusting. “All you’re doing is delaying the NNNGGGGHHH!”
Bex rocked in place, effectively scrubbing the side of Dayna’s face against the boniest part of her hip. “Stop me then.” the BFG muttered. “You think you’re too good to lose? Break my grip and WHOOOOAAAAHH!”
It was actually Erza’s grip that came into play then, specifically the Waistlock cinched across that firm tummy. Rolling hard right, Erza stacked Clayton on her shoulders and went up on tiptoe, the Imperious Executive looking to score a flash pin good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked her legs to end up back on her butt, only now she sat up straight and Danya was flat on her belly. An unpleasant predicament to be sure, yet no one (Erza included) considered it dire until the blonde transitioned from the Headlock to a simple S-grip snugged under the brunette’s chin. Feet planted flat, Becky yanked backward until her arms were fully extended and Erza’s upper-body was almost entirely clear of the canvas.
CROSSFACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwBWnRL0mec
“What do you say, Dayna?” Al questioned as the lithe battler reaaaaaaached for the ropes with her right hand. “Need me to call it?”
“Do nothing of the sort.” Erza answered at once, her voice roughened by the strain of the hold. “I will not allow anyone to dismiss me so quick--”
Becky circled / slid left, shuffling her legs into Erza’s reach to interfere with her reach while simultaneously turning the taller woman away from the sanctuary of the strands. “Tap out.” she ordered Dayna. “I’m not about to listen to you talk down to me for twenty minUNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Erza stopped straining and started striking, the trapped titan driving the point of her right elbow into the meat of Becky’s left thigh. Three quick jabs didn’t get her free, so the Israeli powerhouse began to dig and gouge with the bony dagger. “I don’t concede to anyone, Clayton.” she grunted. “Let alone a chronic excusemonger like yourseEEERRRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Bex moved the S-grip up and slid it back and forth, making sure to grind her knuckles across Dayna’s mouth and nose. “That’s rich coming from you, suit. Something tells me you’ll find a way to blame this ass kicking on your poor assist--”
Dayna planted both hands, rose up as high as she could go and pushed backward, the brunette working with the pressure of the hold until she was able to-- “Break!” the Boardroom Battler called as soon as she’d hooked an ankle over the bottom rope.
Clayton honored the escape without so much as a word from the official and she certainly didn’t accost Dayna when she slid under the bottom rope, yet there was no denying the satisfaction on her face after Erza vacated the squared circle.
Eyes locked on the woman who’d driven her from the ring with frustrating swiftness, Dayna extended a hand and said, “If you would, Miss Williams.”
The assistant appeared in a trice, first with Erza’s towel, then a small bottle of water.
Patently unimpressed by the brunette’s executive respite, Becky got up, sat on the middle rope and sank down while pushing up on the top rope. “Back in the ring, Dayna. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me wait when you were so happy to leave your card the last time.”
Erza’s gaze flicked to Carpenter for half a heartbeat. “She’s impeding my return, Mr. Carpenter.”
“C’mon Bex,” he swatted her on the shoulder, “back it up.”
Clayton did as bade, though not before beckoning the brunette forward with one extended hand.
Erza joined her shortly thereafter, the Ferocious Financier climbing onto the apron, then swinging a leg over the top rope, a not so subtle reminder of her near six-foot frame. Closing in like someone who hadn’t spent the opening moments of the match stretched out flat, Erza mirrored Becky’s earlier invitation and was delighted when the Courtier lunged in to-- Dayna pivoted to one side and THWHUMPED a heavy Kneelift into her tummy. Clayton stopped in her tracks but didn’t go down, so Dayna braced an arm across her shoulders to keep her in place for a few more Kneelifts, each timed and placed to ensure the most breathtaking impact for the buck.
A good half dozen finally sent the Camouflage Crusher to all fours, a sight that Dayna observed with barely-disguised relish. “Anger has made you more aggressive, but it has done nothing for your prospects of victory.” she said to Clayton’s back. “If anything this second defeat will sting even more than the first, but that is none of my concern. I‘m simply here to prove my superiority is in no way tied to the presence of Wainright or her misguided followers.”
She leaned down, hooked her left arm under Becky’s and drew it off the mat in a Half Nelson. In the same motion she reached across with her right hand, took hold of that exposed wrist and drew the limb taut against Clayton’s throat. Cobra Clutch complete, she hauled the American to her feet and wrenched the hold from side to side.
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6_3gcgTML8
“I understand pride will not let you surrender without a great show of resistance beforehand.” Erza murmured in her foe’s ear. “So resist all you like, Ms. Clayton. But understand that once your resistance is finished I will demand nothing less than a verbal admission of your surrender. I will not let you leave this ring otherwise.” She shook the hold again, then thum-THUMPED a pair of Kneelifts into the small of Clayton’s back to emphasize the severity of her threat.
Clayton squirmed in pain but waggled her free finger 'NO' as she continued to resist the painful hold. As much as Dayna wanted to prove her dominance over the Army of One Hot Chick she could not seem to keep her in place as Becky stomped and pulled toward the ropes. Either she had gotten stronger since their last encounter or she had not worn Becky down enough yet. Clayton stretched her free arm out in agony and her fingertips lightly brushed the ropes, prompting The Israeli Powerhouse to yank the hold tighter. Becky's arm immediately retracted to grasp Erza's forearm, on the verge of losing consciousness. Out of desperation, Becky threw several blind elbows that (fortunately) landed in Erza's ribs, causing her to slip slightly. Becky made use of the small window of opportunity to power herself to the ropes and forced a rope break.
"ONE...TWO...THREE..."
Frustrated, Erza yanked Becky off the ropes and lifted her slightly into the air before SLAMMING her down with tremendous force!
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulJYXUOBp-0
The slam rattled Clayton's brain, causing her to clutch her head and curl into the fetal position. "You should have submitted when you had the chance." Erza muttered after a hard stomp to Clayton's body. Bex jolted to all fours and crawled away from her attacker, not out of cowardice, but rather, to find an open spot to get back on her feet. But the vicious brunette would deny her such an opportunity, cupping her chin to raise her slightly before clubbing hard on the small of Becky's upper back!
Becky arched her back in pain and popped onto her knees. Dayna held onto her risen head and 'helped' her onto her feet, bullying her into the ropes before whipping her hard across the ring. Dayna trailed to the center of the ring and lowered herself to the crouch, ready to receive the incoming Camouflage Crusher with a ring-shaking Scoop Power Slam!
SCOOP POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE
Dayna hooked her legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOOO!!!
Becky kicked out of the cover at a clean 'TWO', demonstrating much more resilience than Dayna expected. Yet Dayna was hardly fazed by her competitor. "I must say Miss Clayton, I did not expect this level of fortitude from you." Erza spoke with much approval as she peeled Becky off the mat. "But your efforts would be nu..WOAH!", Becky pulled Dayna into a Front Facelock and rolled her over, shoulders on the mat while her legs and free arm held on to the long legs of The Israeli Powerhouse for the...
SMALL PACKAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9vyOwLqbW0
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
Dayna narrowly bucked out of the surprise roll-up and quickly recomposed herself. The two hardbodies quickly scampered to their feet but Dayna was a tad bit faster than Becky, giving her an opening to launch a stiff knee into Becky's face! The Courtier slumped but remained kneeling on the ground. Delaying no further, Dayna shuffled behind Becky and pulled her jellied body to her feet and draped her over the shoulders, attempting to smash her with an early Erza Hammer. "NGNNNHH...NO! NOO! NO!!" Becky sprung back to life and began flailing wildly, throwing Dayna off balance as she struck elbows to the side of her head.
"NGHH! NGH! NGHH! ARGHHHH!!" Dayna reluctantly dropped the Army of One Hot Chick onto her feet and doubled over, one hand on her cheeks while the other on her knee. Seizing the opportunity, Clayton made a sprint towards the ropes and returned at full speed, taking a page out of Dayna's textbook to skewer her with a huge Spear!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhF1p20SijQ
"OMMPPHH!!!" Dayna laid spread eagle on the deck and Becky quickly hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOOO!!!!
Dayna kicked out of what might perhaps be the closest pin-fall loss in her career, sending the FAWNatics into a fervor. The Army Brat popped to one knee with great disappointment and signaled to Carpenter that it was a three count but the ref still insisted on two. Erza clutched her ribs and groaned as she rolled out of the ring and dropped to a knee by the apron, resting and hissing in pain. It appeared that the Spear might have inflicted serious damage to the Israeli Powerhouse.
Returning to verticality after a moment to catch her breath, Clayton looked around the ring and was irritated to discover Erza on the outside accepting a bottled water from her beleaguered assistant. A glance over one shoulder told the BFG her path was clear so she whipped around and hit the ropes on the far side at a dead run. A roar from the FAWNatics drew Dayna’s attention back to the ring a split-second too late, as all she got was an excellent view of Becky Clayton knifing under the bottom rope a heartbeat before her boots THWHUMPED into the brunette’s aching midsection! Knocked sprawling across the narrow aisle, the Ferocious Financier hit the guardrail with a BWAAANG and would’ve slopped to her butt if she hadn’t hooked both arms over the unyielding steel.
Erza was still trying to catch her breath when Becky stomped up and pumped a heavy Kneelift into her breadbasket. She ‘oooffffhed’, started to slump forward, but Clayton straightened her up just so she could stuff three more Kneelifts into the taller woman’s washboard abs. “How’s this, Dayna?” the blonde asked once she’d filled her hands with that dark hair. “Is this the sort of fight you were expecting?”
Never one to let a slight go unanswered, Erza wrapped her arms around the Courtier in a weary clinch and forced her back a few steps. “Watch your tone, Ms. Clayton. I don’t tolerate disrespect from my subordinates and I certainly won’t tolerate it from my oppNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky drove her backward into the guardrail hard enough to bang it against the shins of several front row fans. The collision was worse for Dayna alas, she bent back across the barrier in an unpleasant arch that only came to an end when Clayton PWAAAKED a huge Overhand Forearm Smash against her chest. “You don’t like trash talk? You’re in the wrong business, honey.” Becky opined even as she peeled Erza away from the guardrail. “But if you don’t like it, do something about it.”
Dayna intended to do exactly that, however her immediate efforts hit an unfortunate roadblock when Clayton rushed her across the aisle and THUMPED her vulnerable ribs into the apron! The big brunette wailed and grabbed at the ropes to steady herself, though one arm was immediately reassigned to keep pressure on ribs.
Pleased to see Erza’s stoic façade showing a few cracks, Becky helped herself to a handful of dark hair and a bigger handful of dark one-piece so she could help Dayna under the bottom rope with a wedgie that stopped just shy of salacious. Under the ropes and back on her feet before Erza finished adjusting her togs, the Camouflage Crusher cupped her opponent’s chin in both hands and used the grip to scrape her off the deck in stages.
A single Kneelift doubled the Boardroom Brawler over once again, allowing Clayton to claim a Front Facelock and sling Dayna’s near arm across her shoulders. Then she hooked a bit of one-piece at the hip and earned herself an enthusiastic round of applause by muscling her fellow Destroyer directly overhead. Simply getting Dayna up for the Suplex was impressive enough, but Bex kept her hanging at high noon for a long five count and it probably could’ve been quite a bit longer if she hadn’t stomped over to the edge and slung Erza into a TWAAANGING gut-first collision with the top rope!
Folded in half around the rubber-coated steel, Dayna snatched hold of the traitorous rope and held on for dear life in hopes of preventing another rough stint on the outside. Becky made no effort to stop her, in fact she tacitly supported Erza’s resilience by running the ropes to Dayna’s left. Too preoccupied with her lack of air to notice the Courtier’s departure, Erza didn’t even look up before Becky came back and THWHACKED her in the side of the head with a Big Boot! Forced back into the ring by the power of that heavy ordinance, Dayna only groaned in displeasure when Clayton draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring and rolled her into an aggressive Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Erza shoved her away and sat up with a good half second to spare, however the strength of her escape did no favors for her ribs and she clutched both arms to her midsection immediately thereafter. As for the blonde, she filled her hands with Dayna’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather just so she could pin the Israeli Powerhouse’s arms against her sides with a snug Bear Hug. Dayna bared her teeth, shook her head ‘no’ to ward off any queries from the ref and grunted, “Is that the best you can bring to bear, Ms. Clay--”
The former World Champion popped her hips to take the trapped exotique up, over and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex! Hands locked through the impact, Clayton rose to one knee with Dayna in tow and rose to her full height within seconds. BOOM! The second Belly to Belly seemed to hit harder than the first, if judged by the way Dayna’s legs popped up in the aftermath. Still not willing to relinquish her grip, Becky got up once again, sank into a deep crouch and flung Erza halfway across the ring courtesy of a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=If9ucQV32Us
Dayna came down hard enough to make the ring shiver but she still possessed the presence of mind to roll onto her stomach to prevent a cover. Indeed this looked a wise choice when Becky crawled over, unfortunately the Army of One Hot Chick didn’t have a cover in mind. Instead she took a seat on Dayna’s upper thighs, then leaned forward and wormed her arms under the other woman’s torso so she could grip her own elbows and-- “UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!” Erza groaned in abject misery as Clayton bore down on the grounded Bear Hug.
“How are you doing, Dayna?” Al asked after ten seconds of no discernible progress or resistance from the Imperious Executive. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” Dayna braced on one elbow, pushed up and reached over her shoulder but couldn’t do more than paw at the clutching Courtier, who’d effectively stretched out over her back. “This will never succeed, Clayton.” Erza gasped. “I cannot be bested by simple constrictOOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She put her forehead on the mat as Becky tightened the Bear Hug.
Cheek resting between the brunette’s shoulders, Clayton muttered, “Sounds like it’s doing a pretty good job, Dayna. Now are you gonna quit or are you gonna wrestle?”
Growling in anger and pain, Erza put both hands on the mat and pushed up as high as she could. Her abdomen and lower back protested this rough treatment quite roundly, yet Dayna drowned them out in favor of the ropes several feet dead ahead. The going was arduous and her arms almost gave way more than once, but the Imperious Executive was made of stern stuff and eventually she gripped the bottom rope. “Break it.” she rasped at once. “Break the hold you bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky punished her with a final squeeze, then got up and stalked away.
Refusing to tarry on the mat despite an overwhelming desire to do exactly that, Dayna clambered to her feet and-- Clayton came at her with a huge Clothesline that Erza didn’t so much avoid as she did neutralize by doubling over to THWHUMP a shoulder into her gut! Gritting her teeth for what came next, Dayna put both hands on her thighs and straightened up as fast as she could, all the better to send Becky tumbling over the top rope with a huge Back Body Dr-- Becky grabbed the rope and pulled herself in to land on the apron and not the floor several feet below. Yet any joy she took in the averted disaster proved short-lived because Dayna looped an arm around the back of her head and dropped to a seat to TWANG the blonde’s throat across the rubber-coated steel!
Clayton gagged, shuddered in place but otherwise maintained her perch, so Erza got to her feet and charged across the squared circle, the Ferocious Financier enduring her own aches and pains for the opportunity to dole out a whole lot more.
Becky kept herself on the apron with the aid of the ropes until Dayna doubled over as she charged and hit her with a SPEAAAAAARRRRR!!! Clayton crashed to the ringside like a test dummy as Dayna flew through the ropes with her, causing the fans to go 'HOLY SHYT!' As much as the Israeli Powerhouse wanted to ride on the momentum she just started, her body was disallowing her as she laid beside the insensate Clayton, clutching her ribs and groaning in pain. Erza painfully struggled to her feet as Al counted away. The pain that Dayna was going through was able to make the otherwise, durable, fighter break out in sweats as she sat up. In fact, it was so difficult for her to bring herself back into the ring, let alone throwing her opponent back in. Dayna painstakingly rolled under the bottom rope, making sure not to aggravate her injured ribs as she returned to the ring, leaving Clayton to beat the count herself.
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTQhLGweI98
Hearing Carpenter shouting numbers in the midst of the crowd's chatter, Clayton, in a rather disoriented manner, scampered to her feet and rolled back into the ring short of the last count sending the crowd into an uproar. Both ladies laid side-by-side as the crowd drummed on whatever they could find to rally both fighters. The percussion eventually did its work as both ladies began to stir and rolled to their knees and pushed to their feet in stages. Standing toe-to-toe, Becky cupped the back of Dayna's head and threw a forearm across her face, knocking her a few steps backwards. Dayna was shaken, but she mustered enough strength to throw a Haymaker into Clayton's face. But Clayton stood her ground and knocked her larger opponent farther backwards. Dayna, likewise, returned a punch of her own. The two kept trading blows until the middle of the ring where Clayton ended the slugfest with a body blow to Dayna's ribs. Dayna doubled over in excruciating pain and Clayton quickly charged towards the ropes looking to cut Dayna with another Spear as she retu...Clayton flew into the air as Dayna pushed her up by the hip bones and nailed her with a huge European Uppercut that sent the blonde flipping 180 onto her back before landing!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
Unlike usual times, The Israeli Powerhouse collapsed to the ground, holding her ribs tightly in pain as Becky laid motionlessly beside her. She took in deep breaths to soothe the pain before digging her elbows into the canvas to drag herself towards Clayton for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOO!!!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out of the cover with milliseconds to spare! Thanks to the debilitating injury she dealt earlier, she managed to cling onto the match, even if barely. Dayna thumped her fist in frustration and spun onto her knees, With one arm on her ribs, she pulled Clayton back to her feet with a single arm, displaying immense strength even at this point of the match. The Ferocious Financer lifted the Army Veteran and placed her over one shoulder, dipping slightly due to a sudden jolt of pain from her midsection, but she managed to collect herself and popped right back up. From there, she charged towards the nearest corner and dropped The One Chick Army face first into the turnbuckle!
SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCt0jMWwYtI
Becky landed on her feet after the blow but was shook. Dayna ran toward the far ropes, gathering all the distance for her to accelerate to top speed and smashed the blonde's features with a running Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCt0jMWwYtI
Becky was knocked flat but the pain radiating from Dayna's ribs caused her to come to a stop once more. Becky, though woozy from all the blows to the head, was still sensible enough to roll farther away from the leggy brunette, making her walk the distance for the cover. Dayna recovered seconds later but Becky was closer to the turnbuckle than before. Knowing that she might kick out of the following pin given the time Dayna had spent, the Israeli Powerhouse decided to hit another damaging maneuver on the One Chick Army. She marched to the corner, skipping over the still Clayton and tiredly ascended to the top ropes, keeping one hand on her rib at all times. Not one likely to perform any high-risk maneuver, the crowd quickly took out their phones and cameras, excited to capture a picture-worthy moment as The 5'8 woman steadied herself on the top rope. One breath, two breaths...Dayna leapt into the air and executed a flawless back-flip, looking to crush Becky with her 140 pound frame!
MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XcTdPpDOm0
Erza’s aim was perfect, in fact she landed flush atop her prone adversary, unfortunately for the Imperious Executive Becky had her knees drawn tight against her chest! The collision was brutal for both wrestlers, but Dayna got the worst of it as she bounced away from the Courtier with her arms drawn tight against her devastated ribs. Clayton didn’t fare much better, as even the blocked Moonsault drove the air from her lungs.
Conscientious of the punishment his charges had absorbed thus far, Al waited as long as he could to start the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NI--”
A relieved roar from those assembled as both Destroyers rolled to all fours and tottered to verticality with half a second to spare. Taking care to speak only after she’d managed a few deep breaths, Clayton huffed, “You’re looking a little ragged, suit. Meeting more intense than you’d imagined?”
Dayna raked hair out of her eyes, looked the blonde up and down. “You’re hardly a pristine specimen yourself, soldier. In fact I’d say the attrition is piling up.”
Becky raised both hands, beckoning the other woman forward. “More than enough to deal with you, baby. Now come get it, unless you need another time out for sparkling wat--”
Erza charged, lowered a shoulder, then raised it when Clayton twisted aside. Still moving fast, she headed for the ropes and swung around to-- Becky was RIGHT THERE, the former World Champion already airborne for a Dropkick that caught Dayna square in the chest! Knocked sprawling with the ropes only inches from her back, Erza tumbled over the top rope and hit the floor not far from Miss Williams! The much put-upon assistant went to her employer at once, then scurried away when the Ferocious Financier popped up and staggered backward, Dayna regaining her balance once she ’bwunked’ against the barricade. Furious after that unceremonious exit from the squared circle, Erza stormed forward and--
Clayton came flying through the ropes, the Army of One Hot Chick divebombing down on her brunette with a perfect Suicide DiTHWHAP! Dayna met the challenge head on, or rather forearm-on-head on, thanks to a perfectly timed European Uppercut! Becky went down like a dropped rock, the blonde landing awkwardly on her right shoulder and hip.
Shoulders heaving as she regarded the wreckage at her feet, Ezra turned to Miss Williams, an expectant look on her face. Bottle already in hand, it would’ve been the work of two long strides for Miss Williams to deliver the water, but for some reason she hadn’t so much as twitched. Frowning, Dayna extended a hand and snapped her fingers twice. “My water, Miss Williams!”
The assistant pointed over Erza’s shoulder. “You have a visitor, ma’am.”
The Israeli Powerhouse turned around and was not entirely surprised to see Helena Graylock observing her from all of ten feet away. “Your presence is most unwelcome, Ms. Graylock.” Dayna said softly. “Your issues with Ms. Clayton, whatever they may be, have no bearing on this match. Remove yourself at once or face the consequences.”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
One corner of Helena’s mouth turned up in the ghost of a smile. “Rebecca Clayton has been marked as an offering for the Gray. She is mine, and standing against me would require more… fortitude… than you can muster.”
Not about to cave to the redhead’s intimidation, Dayna knelt down, collected Becky at trunks and tresses and hauled her off the floor like an awkward piece of luggage. Eyes still trained on Graylock, she slung the winded warrior under the bottom rope. “Possession is nine tenths of the law, Ms. Graylock. Clayton belongs to me. Leave. Or you will too.”
Terms thusly set, Dayna slid under the bottom rope without giving the redhead a chance to respond. Hands in Becky’s hair immediately thereafter, Erza stood up and forced her adversary to do the same. With Clayton still reeling from that last European Uppercut, Dayna had no trouble spinning the blonde in a half circle so she could dip down and thread an arm between the stunned Destroyer’s legs. Cupping her other hand over Becky’s chin, Erza hoisted Becky onto her shoulders in the inside out Fireman’s Carry that’d spell doom for the Camouflage Crush--
A startled shriek from outside was either cut off or swallowed by the roar of the crowd, Dayna wasn’t sure. Either way it represented an unknown variable, so she swung in that direction and was genuinely shocked / dismayed to see Miss Williams’ face utterly engulfed by Helena’s glove-sheathed mitt! “Unhand her at once!” Dayna barked at Miranda’s enforcer. “Carpenter! Have that woman ejected from ringside!”
Far easier said than done, but damned if Al didn’t hurry to the ropes and give it his best. “Hey, let her go Helena! Drop her right now and get to the back! Don’t make me call for--”
Graylock grabbed Miss Williams under the arm and hoisted her into the air with the Palm Smother still in place! Paying no attention to the assistant’s keening and wriggling, Helena turned to Dayna and said, “You have something of mine. Now I have something of yours. This little one isn’t nearly so valuable as Clayton, but I’ll feed her to The Gray nonetheless.” She brought her burden down and Miss Williams’ legs immediately gave out, the diminutive assistant collapsing to her knees.
Erza could feel Becky stirring on her shoulders and she knew she needed to regain her focus but the big brunette simply could not allow Graylock to take these sorts of liberties. Cranking down on Clayton’s chin and thigh, Dayna took two steps toward the edge and growled, “Release her this instant or rest assured I will NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Becky pounded half a dozen short, stabbing elbows into the side of her opponent’s head but the last one connected with the bridge of Erza’s nose and brought immediate tears! Unaware of the menacing Englishwoman, Clayton wriggled loose from Erza’s clutches to end up directly behind. Wedging her head beneath the Israeli’s right arm, Becky cupped her left hand over Dayna’s chin while her right secured the back of the other woman’s right thigh in an awkward cradle. Locked and loaded, the Army Brat dropped her hips, then popped up to muscle Erza up, over and back, the Boardroom Brawler turned inside out at the apex so that she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and tummy!
FUBAR @ 7:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_dlKm6DaFY
Curled into a loose, retching ball in the wake of the FUBAR, Dayna only moaned when Clayton shoved her onto her back and splashed down on those demolished abs. Only catching sight of Graylock after she’d hooked the far leg, Becky’s eyes narrowed to furious slots as Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky got up as soon as the bell sounded and darted through the ropes so that she was stomping toward Helena when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
“Put her down right now, bytch! This is between you and me!”
With Williams relegated to The Gray a few seconds prior, Helena tossed her aside and took a single step back. “So it is. A pity I refuse to battle such a depleted adversary. Rest well, Rebecca Clayton. I will see you soon.”
The lights went out as Becky lunged and of course the Gray Lady was gone when they returned five seconds later.
On her knees after the wiffed tackle, Bex pounded a fist against the floor and spat, “Goddammit!” Frustrated beyond belief, the blonde stood up and offered only a grudging nod to the clapping fans. With Dayna still out and Al Carpenter tending to Miss Williams, Becky turned around and started up the ramp with her head down and hands on her hips. Victory or not, it didn’t feel right at all and she vowed to settle things with Dayna Erza as soon as she’d put an end to Helena Graylock’s meddling once and for all.
BECKY CLAYTON:
‘Heroes’ by Shinedown rumbled through the arena speakers as the Army of One Hot Chick stomped through the curtains and took up residence center stage to treat the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s rematch with the Ferocious Financier, the Court’s Mistress of Arms sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Smile facing as started down the ramp, Bex noted, “You had one hell of an assist the first time we met, babe. Don’t think you’re getting that lucky twice. Noting the hands extended in her direction on each side of the aisle, Clayton zigzagged several times to make sure didn’t miss a single FAWNatic. Once that was done Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher tipped a much more relaxed salute to her adversary en route to the corner where Al Carpenter made a quick check of her pads and boots.
After a few moments of calm, the Announcer continued, “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. This is… DAYNA ERZA!”
DAYNA ERZA:
The woman in question emerged from the curtains as her anthem played, accompanied by her meet assistant, Miss Williams. Erza was more than happy to return to the ring this time despite a busy schedule as Clayton had called her for a rematch after their first encounter ended in controversy. Clad in suit, shirt and pencil skirt, the Executive marched down the ring in her pumps alongside her assistant keeping her eye on Becky in-ring, revealing a faint smile. At the steps, Dayna kicked off her pumps and shed her office wear to reveal an Amazonian physique wrapped in a sexy black turtleneck one-piece with gem-decorated collar. Miss Williams, like clockwork, opened up her briefcase with Dayna's ring socks, white boots and black knee pads, packed nicely within. Using the ring steps as a step stool, she put on the rest of her gear and entered the ring.
As Becky stood in the centre, Dayna slid her hand along the ropes and strolled along the side of the ring while raising her left arm. But her attention was all focused on Clayton, the towering brunette running a whole series of analytics to cover every eventuality for the battle ahead.
The CLANG of the bell was still echoing in the cheap seats when Becky Clayton came out of her corner, the Army of One Hot Chick moving with a speed and determination that sent a little thrill up Dayna Erza’s spine. Not of fear, heavens no. If anything the looming challenge steeled Dayna’s resolve, much as the threat of a hostile takeover had done back when her battles were limited to conference rooms and executive suites. Setting out along the ropes to put a bit more distance between Clayton and herself, Erza made it most of the way to a neutral corner before she curled in toward the approaching grappler.
“I’m pleased to see you taking me up on my offer, Ms. Clayton.” the Israeli Powerhouse noted with a small smile. “Though I am slightly disappointed that it took so long for you to do soOOEERRGH!”
Becky pounced, snaked an arm around the back of Dayna’s neck and jerked her down into a burly Side Headlock. Hands clasped tight, Clayton gnashed the taller woman’s temple against the point of her left hip, then went up on her toes and almost dropped to one knee before repeating the process all over again. “Not really in the mood for small talk tonight, suit.” Becky muttered as she turned them in a small, stomping circle. “So if you want to run your mouth you’ll have to earn--”
Erza pak-pak-PAAAKED a trio of quick punches into Clayton’s navel, then braced her other hand against the small of her foe’s back and took two giant steps forward to shoot Bex into the ropNO!
The Army Brat dropped her hips and set her heels, just skidding along for a span of inches before she came to halt with Dayna’s noggin still in her possession. Wheeling around so she faced the other side of the ring, Clayton stomped back to center, making sure to thump the point of her hip into Erza’s tummy in the process. Eyes narrowed in pain and irritation, the Ferocious Financier cinched her arms around Clayton’s waist, dropped her hips and-- Becky dropped alongside, the former World Champ sinking to one knee to stuff the Suplex attempt.
In no mood for Dayna’s haughty little ‘huff’ of disappointment, Becky dragged the knuckles of her left hand back n’ forth across Erza’s cheek before she straightened up and promptly slung her to the thinly-sheathed plywood with a BOOMING Headlock Takedown! Working her way to a seat with Dayna’s head still firmly in her control, Clayton craaaaaaaaaaaanked the simple hold that much tighter and flashed a quick smile when Erza banged her heels against the mat in frustrated hurt.
“You won’t win this way, Clayton.” the leggy brunette muttered after several more seconds of squirming and micro-adjusting. “All you’re doing is delaying the NNNGGGGHHH!”
Bex rocked in place, effectively scrubbing the side of Dayna’s face against the boniest part of her hip. “Stop me then.” the BFG muttered. “You think you’re too good to lose? Break my grip and WHOOOOAAAAHH!”
It was actually Erza’s grip that came into play then, specifically the Waistlock cinched across that firm tummy. Rolling hard right, Erza stacked Clayton on her shoulders and went up on tiptoe, the Imperious Executive looking to score a flash pin good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked her legs to end up back on her butt, only now she sat up straight and Danya was flat on her belly. An unpleasant predicament to be sure, yet no one (Erza included) considered it dire until the blonde transitioned from the Headlock to a simple S-grip snugged under the brunette’s chin. Feet planted flat, Becky yanked backward until her arms were fully extended and Erza’s upper-body was almost entirely clear of the canvas.
CROSSFACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwBWnRL0mec
“What do you say, Dayna?” Al questioned as the lithe battler reaaaaaaached for the ropes with her right hand. “Need me to call it?”
“Do nothing of the sort.” Erza answered at once, her voice roughened by the strain of the hold. “I will not allow anyone to dismiss me so quick--”
Becky circled / slid left, shuffling her legs into Erza’s reach to interfere with her reach while simultaneously turning the taller woman away from the sanctuary of the strands. “Tap out.” she ordered Dayna. “I’m not about to listen to you talk down to me for twenty minUNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Erza stopped straining and started striking, the trapped titan driving the point of her right elbow into the meat of Becky’s left thigh. Three quick jabs didn’t get her free, so the Israeli powerhouse began to dig and gouge with the bony dagger. “I don’t concede to anyone, Clayton.” she grunted. “Let alone a chronic excusemonger like yourseEEERRRRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Bex moved the S-grip up and slid it back and forth, making sure to grind her knuckles across Dayna’s mouth and nose. “That’s rich coming from you, suit. Something tells me you’ll find a way to blame this ass kicking on your poor assist--”
Dayna planted both hands, rose up as high as she could go and pushed backward, the brunette working with the pressure of the hold until she was able to-- “Break!” the Boardroom Battler called as soon as she’d hooked an ankle over the bottom rope.
Clayton honored the escape without so much as a word from the official and she certainly didn’t accost Dayna when she slid under the bottom rope, yet there was no denying the satisfaction on her face after Erza vacated the squared circle.
Eyes locked on the woman who’d driven her from the ring with frustrating swiftness, Dayna extended a hand and said, “If you would, Miss Williams.”
The assistant appeared in a trice, first with Erza’s towel, then a small bottle of water.
Patently unimpressed by the brunette’s executive respite, Becky got up, sat on the middle rope and sank down while pushing up on the top rope. “Back in the ring, Dayna. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me wait when you were so happy to leave your card the last time.”
Erza’s gaze flicked to Carpenter for half a heartbeat. “She’s impeding my return, Mr. Carpenter.”
“C’mon Bex,” he swatted her on the shoulder, “back it up.”
Clayton did as bade, though not before beckoning the brunette forward with one extended hand.
Erza joined her shortly thereafter, the Ferocious Financier climbing onto the apron, then swinging a leg over the top rope, a not so subtle reminder of her near six-foot frame. Closing in like someone who hadn’t spent the opening moments of the match stretched out flat, Erza mirrored Becky’s earlier invitation and was delighted when the Courtier lunged in to-- Dayna pivoted to one side and THWHUMPED a heavy Kneelift into her tummy. Clayton stopped in her tracks but didn’t go down, so Dayna braced an arm across her shoulders to keep her in place for a few more Kneelifts, each timed and placed to ensure the most breathtaking impact for the buck.
A good half dozen finally sent the Camouflage Crusher to all fours, a sight that Dayna observed with barely-disguised relish. “Anger has made you more aggressive, but it has done nothing for your prospects of victory.” she said to Clayton’s back. “If anything this second defeat will sting even more than the first, but that is none of my concern. I‘m simply here to prove my superiority is in no way tied to the presence of Wainright or her misguided followers.”
She leaned down, hooked her left arm under Becky’s and drew it off the mat in a Half Nelson. In the same motion she reached across with her right hand, took hold of that exposed wrist and drew the limb taut against Clayton’s throat. Cobra Clutch complete, she hauled the American to her feet and wrenched the hold from side to side.
COBRA CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6_3gcgTML8
“I understand pride will not let you surrender without a great show of resistance beforehand.” Erza murmured in her foe’s ear. “So resist all you like, Ms. Clayton. But understand that once your resistance is finished I will demand nothing less than a verbal admission of your surrender. I will not let you leave this ring otherwise.” She shook the hold again, then thum-THUMPED a pair of Kneelifts into the small of Clayton’s back to emphasize the severity of her threat.
Clayton squirmed in pain but waggled her free finger 'NO' as she continued to resist the painful hold. As much as Dayna wanted to prove her dominance over the Army of One Hot Chick she could not seem to keep her in place as Becky stomped and pulled toward the ropes. Either she had gotten stronger since their last encounter or she had not worn Becky down enough yet. Clayton stretched her free arm out in agony and her fingertips lightly brushed the ropes, prompting The Israeli Powerhouse to yank the hold tighter. Becky's arm immediately retracted to grasp Erza's forearm, on the verge of losing consciousness. Out of desperation, Becky threw several blind elbows that (fortunately) landed in Erza's ribs, causing her to slip slightly. Becky made use of the small window of opportunity to power herself to the ropes and forced a rope break.
"ONE...TWO...THREE..."
Frustrated, Erza yanked Becky off the ropes and lifted her slightly into the air before SLAMMING her down with tremendous force!
COBRA CLUTCH SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulJYXUOBp-0
The slam rattled Clayton's brain, causing her to clutch her head and curl into the fetal position. "You should have submitted when you had the chance." Erza muttered after a hard stomp to Clayton's body. Bex jolted to all fours and crawled away from her attacker, not out of cowardice, but rather, to find an open spot to get back on her feet. But the vicious brunette would deny her such an opportunity, cupping her chin to raise her slightly before clubbing hard on the small of Becky's upper back!
Becky arched her back in pain and popped onto her knees. Dayna held onto her risen head and 'helped' her onto her feet, bullying her into the ropes before whipping her hard across the ring. Dayna trailed to the center of the ring and lowered herself to the crouch, ready to receive the incoming Camouflage Crusher with a ring-shaking Scoop Power Slam!
SCOOP POWERSLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE
Dayna hooked her legs for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOOO!!!
Becky kicked out of the cover at a clean 'TWO', demonstrating much more resilience than Dayna expected. Yet Dayna was hardly fazed by her competitor. "I must say Miss Clayton, I did not expect this level of fortitude from you." Erza spoke with much approval as she peeled Becky off the mat. "But your efforts would be nu..WOAH!", Becky pulled Dayna into a Front Facelock and rolled her over, shoulders on the mat while her legs and free arm held on to the long legs of The Israeli Powerhouse for the...
SMALL PACKAGE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9vyOwLqbW0
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
Dayna narrowly bucked out of the surprise roll-up and quickly recomposed herself. The two hardbodies quickly scampered to their feet but Dayna was a tad bit faster than Becky, giving her an opening to launch a stiff knee into Becky's face! The Courtier slumped but remained kneeling on the ground. Delaying no further, Dayna shuffled behind Becky and pulled her jellied body to her feet and draped her over the shoulders, attempting to smash her with an early Erza Hammer. "NGNNNHH...NO! NOO! NO!!" Becky sprung back to life and began flailing wildly, throwing Dayna off balance as she struck elbows to the side of her head.
"NGHH! NGH! NGHH! ARGHHHH!!" Dayna reluctantly dropped the Army of One Hot Chick onto her feet and doubled over, one hand on her cheeks while the other on her knee. Seizing the opportunity, Clayton made a sprint towards the ropes and returned at full speed, taking a page out of Dayna's textbook to skewer her with a huge Spear!
SPEAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhF1p20SijQ
"OMMPPHH!!!" Dayna laid spread eagle on the deck and Becky quickly hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOOO!!!!
Dayna kicked out of what might perhaps be the closest pin-fall loss in her career, sending the FAWNatics into a fervor. The Army Brat popped to one knee with great disappointment and signaled to Carpenter that it was a three count but the ref still insisted on two. Erza clutched her ribs and groaned as she rolled out of the ring and dropped to a knee by the apron, resting and hissing in pain. It appeared that the Spear might have inflicted serious damage to the Israeli Powerhouse.
Returning to verticality after a moment to catch her breath, Clayton looked around the ring and was irritated to discover Erza on the outside accepting a bottled water from her beleaguered assistant. A glance over one shoulder told the BFG her path was clear so she whipped around and hit the ropes on the far side at a dead run. A roar from the FAWNatics drew Dayna’s attention back to the ring a split-second too late, as all she got was an excellent view of Becky Clayton knifing under the bottom rope a heartbeat before her boots THWHUMPED into the brunette’s aching midsection! Knocked sprawling across the narrow aisle, the Ferocious Financier hit the guardrail with a BWAAANG and would’ve slopped to her butt if she hadn’t hooked both arms over the unyielding steel.
Erza was still trying to catch her breath when Becky stomped up and pumped a heavy Kneelift into her breadbasket. She ‘oooffffhed’, started to slump forward, but Clayton straightened her up just so she could stuff three more Kneelifts into the taller woman’s washboard abs. “How’s this, Dayna?” the blonde asked once she’d filled her hands with that dark hair. “Is this the sort of fight you were expecting?”
Never one to let a slight go unanswered, Erza wrapped her arms around the Courtier in a weary clinch and forced her back a few steps. “Watch your tone, Ms. Clayton. I don’t tolerate disrespect from my subordinates and I certainly won’t tolerate it from my oppNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky drove her backward into the guardrail hard enough to bang it against the shins of several front row fans. The collision was worse for Dayna alas, she bent back across the barrier in an unpleasant arch that only came to an end when Clayton PWAAAKED a huge Overhand Forearm Smash against her chest. “You don’t like trash talk? You’re in the wrong business, honey.” Becky opined even as she peeled Erza away from the guardrail. “But if you don’t like it, do something about it.”
Dayna intended to do exactly that, however her immediate efforts hit an unfortunate roadblock when Clayton rushed her across the aisle and THUMPED her vulnerable ribs into the apron! The big brunette wailed and grabbed at the ropes to steady herself, though one arm was immediately reassigned to keep pressure on ribs.
Pleased to see Erza’s stoic façade showing a few cracks, Becky helped herself to a handful of dark hair and a bigger handful of dark one-piece so she could help Dayna under the bottom rope with a wedgie that stopped just shy of salacious. Under the ropes and back on her feet before Erza finished adjusting her togs, the Camouflage Crusher cupped her opponent’s chin in both hands and used the grip to scrape her off the deck in stages.
A single Kneelift doubled the Boardroom Brawler over once again, allowing Clayton to claim a Front Facelock and sling Dayna’s near arm across her shoulders. Then she hooked a bit of one-piece at the hip and earned herself an enthusiastic round of applause by muscling her fellow Destroyer directly overhead. Simply getting Dayna up for the Suplex was impressive enough, but Bex kept her hanging at high noon for a long five count and it probably could’ve been quite a bit longer if she hadn’t stomped over to the edge and slung Erza into a TWAAANGING gut-first collision with the top rope!
Folded in half around the rubber-coated steel, Dayna snatched hold of the traitorous rope and held on for dear life in hopes of preventing another rough stint on the outside. Becky made no effort to stop her, in fact she tacitly supported Erza’s resilience by running the ropes to Dayna’s left. Too preoccupied with her lack of air to notice the Courtier’s departure, Erza didn’t even look up before Becky came back and THWHACKED her in the side of the head with a Big Boot! Forced back into the ring by the power of that heavy ordinance, Dayna only groaned in displeasure when Clayton draaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring and rolled her into an aggressive Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Erza shoved her away and sat up with a good half second to spare, however the strength of her escape did no favors for her ribs and she clutched both arms to her midsection immediately thereafter. As for the blonde, she filled her hands with Dayna’s hair and hauled her to boot-leather just so she could pin the Israeli Powerhouse’s arms against her sides with a snug Bear Hug. Dayna bared her teeth, shook her head ‘no’ to ward off any queries from the ref and grunted, “Is that the best you can bring to bear, Ms. Clay--”
The former World Champion popped her hips to take the trapped exotique up, over and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex! Hands locked through the impact, Clayton rose to one knee with Dayna in tow and rose to her full height within seconds. BOOM! The second Belly to Belly seemed to hit harder than the first, if judged by the way Dayna’s legs popped up in the aftermath. Still not willing to relinquish her grip, Becky got up once again, sank into a deep crouch and flung Erza halfway across the ring courtesy of a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
HAT TRICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=If9ucQV32Us
Dayna came down hard enough to make the ring shiver but she still possessed the presence of mind to roll onto her stomach to prevent a cover. Indeed this looked a wise choice when Becky crawled over, unfortunately the Army of One Hot Chick didn’t have a cover in mind. Instead she took a seat on Dayna’s upper thighs, then leaned forward and wormed her arms under the other woman’s torso so she could grip her own elbows and-- “UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!” Erza groaned in abject misery as Clayton bore down on the grounded Bear Hug.
“How are you doing, Dayna?” Al asked after ten seconds of no discernible progress or resistance from the Imperious Executive. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” Dayna braced on one elbow, pushed up and reached over her shoulder but couldn’t do more than paw at the clutching Courtier, who’d effectively stretched out over her back. “This will never succeed, Clayton.” Erza gasped. “I cannot be bested by simple constrictOOOOOOHHHH GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She put her forehead on the mat as Becky tightened the Bear Hug.
Cheek resting between the brunette’s shoulders, Clayton muttered, “Sounds like it’s doing a pretty good job, Dayna. Now are you gonna quit or are you gonna wrestle?”
Growling in anger and pain, Erza put both hands on the mat and pushed up as high as she could. Her abdomen and lower back protested this rough treatment quite roundly, yet Dayna drowned them out in favor of the ropes several feet dead ahead. The going was arduous and her arms almost gave way more than once, but the Imperious Executive was made of stern stuff and eventually she gripped the bottom rope. “Break it.” she rasped at once. “Break the hold you bytcNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky punished her with a final squeeze, then got up and stalked away.
Refusing to tarry on the mat despite an overwhelming desire to do exactly that, Dayna clambered to her feet and-- Clayton came at her with a huge Clothesline that Erza didn’t so much avoid as she did neutralize by doubling over to THWHUMP a shoulder into her gut! Gritting her teeth for what came next, Dayna put both hands on her thighs and straightened up as fast as she could, all the better to send Becky tumbling over the top rope with a huge Back Body Dr-- Becky grabbed the rope and pulled herself in to land on the apron and not the floor several feet below. Yet any joy she took in the averted disaster proved short-lived because Dayna looped an arm around the back of her head and dropped to a seat to TWANG the blonde’s throat across the rubber-coated steel!
Clayton gagged, shuddered in place but otherwise maintained her perch, so Erza got to her feet and charged across the squared circle, the Ferocious Financier enduring her own aches and pains for the opportunity to dole out a whole lot more.
Becky kept herself on the apron with the aid of the ropes until Dayna doubled over as she charged and hit her with a SPEAAAAAARRRRR!!! Clayton crashed to the ringside like a test dummy as Dayna flew through the ropes with her, causing the fans to go 'HOLY SHYT!' As much as the Israeli Powerhouse wanted to ride on the momentum she just started, her body was disallowing her as she laid beside the insensate Clayton, clutching her ribs and groaning in pain. Erza painfully struggled to her feet as Al counted away. The pain that Dayna was going through was able to make the otherwise, durable, fighter break out in sweats as she sat up. In fact, it was so difficult for her to bring herself back into the ring, let alone throwing her opponent back in. Dayna painstakingly rolled under the bottom rope, making sure not to aggravate her injured ribs as she returned to the ring, leaving Clayton to beat the count herself.
SPEAR
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTQhLGweI98
Hearing Carpenter shouting numbers in the midst of the crowd's chatter, Clayton, in a rather disoriented manner, scampered to her feet and rolled back into the ring short of the last count sending the crowd into an uproar. Both ladies laid side-by-side as the crowd drummed on whatever they could find to rally both fighters. The percussion eventually did its work as both ladies began to stir and rolled to their knees and pushed to their feet in stages. Standing toe-to-toe, Becky cupped the back of Dayna's head and threw a forearm across her face, knocking her a few steps backwards. Dayna was shaken, but she mustered enough strength to throw a Haymaker into Clayton's face. But Clayton stood her ground and knocked her larger opponent farther backwards. Dayna, likewise, returned a punch of her own. The two kept trading blows until the middle of the ring where Clayton ended the slugfest with a body blow to Dayna's ribs. Dayna doubled over in excruciating pain and Clayton quickly charged towards the ropes looking to cut Dayna with another Spear as she retu...Clayton flew into the air as Dayna pushed her up by the hip bones and nailed her with a huge European Uppercut that sent the blonde flipping 180 onto her back before landing!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
Unlike usual times, The Israeli Powerhouse collapsed to the ground, holding her ribs tightly in pain as Becky laid motionlessly beside her. She took in deep breaths to soothe the pain before digging her elbows into the canvas to drag herself towards Clayton for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOO!!!
The Camouflage Crusher kicked out of the cover with milliseconds to spare! Thanks to the debilitating injury she dealt earlier, she managed to cling onto the match, even if barely. Dayna thumped her fist in frustration and spun onto her knees, With one arm on her ribs, she pulled Clayton back to her feet with a single arm, displaying immense strength even at this point of the match. The Ferocious Financer lifted the Army Veteran and placed her over one shoulder, dipping slightly due to a sudden jolt of pain from her midsection, but she managed to collect herself and popped right back up. From there, she charged towards the nearest corner and dropped The One Chick Army face first into the turnbuckle!
SNAKE EYES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCt0jMWwYtI
Becky landed on her feet after the blow but was shook. Dayna ran toward the far ropes, gathering all the distance for her to accelerate to top speed and smashed the blonde's features with a running Big Boot!
BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCt0jMWwYtI
Becky was knocked flat but the pain radiating from Dayna's ribs caused her to come to a stop once more. Becky, though woozy from all the blows to the head, was still sensible enough to roll farther away from the leggy brunette, making her walk the distance for the cover. Dayna recovered seconds later but Becky was closer to the turnbuckle than before. Knowing that she might kick out of the following pin given the time Dayna had spent, the Israeli Powerhouse decided to hit another damaging maneuver on the One Chick Army. She marched to the corner, skipping over the still Clayton and tiredly ascended to the top ropes, keeping one hand on her rib at all times. Not one likely to perform any high-risk maneuver, the crowd quickly took out their phones and cameras, excited to capture a picture-worthy moment as The 5'8 woman steadied herself on the top rope. One breath, two breaths...Dayna leapt into the air and executed a flawless back-flip, looking to crush Becky with her 140 pound frame!
MOONSAULT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XcTdPpDOm0
Erza’s aim was perfect, in fact she landed flush atop her prone adversary, unfortunately for the Imperious Executive Becky had her knees drawn tight against her chest! The collision was brutal for both wrestlers, but Dayna got the worst of it as she bounced away from the Courtier with her arms drawn tight against her devastated ribs. Clayton didn’t fare much better, as even the blocked Moonsault drove the air from her lungs.
Conscientious of the punishment his charges had absorbed thus far, Al waited as long as he could to start the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NI--”
A relieved roar from those assembled as both Destroyers rolled to all fours and tottered to verticality with half a second to spare. Taking care to speak only after she’d managed a few deep breaths, Clayton huffed, “You’re looking a little ragged, suit. Meeting more intense than you’d imagined?”
Dayna raked hair out of her eyes, looked the blonde up and down. “You’re hardly a pristine specimen yourself, soldier. In fact I’d say the attrition is piling up.”
Becky raised both hands, beckoning the other woman forward. “More than enough to deal with you, baby. Now come get it, unless you need another time out for sparkling wat--”
Erza charged, lowered a shoulder, then raised it when Clayton twisted aside. Still moving fast, she headed for the ropes and swung around to-- Becky was RIGHT THERE, the former World Champion already airborne for a Dropkick that caught Dayna square in the chest! Knocked sprawling with the ropes only inches from her back, Erza tumbled over the top rope and hit the floor not far from Miss Williams! The much put-upon assistant went to her employer at once, then scurried away when the Ferocious Financier popped up and staggered backward, Dayna regaining her balance once she ’bwunked’ against the barricade. Furious after that unceremonious exit from the squared circle, Erza stormed forward and--
Clayton came flying through the ropes, the Army of One Hot Chick divebombing down on her brunette with a perfect Suicide DiTHWHAP! Dayna met the challenge head on, or rather forearm-on-head on, thanks to a perfectly timed European Uppercut! Becky went down like a dropped rock, the blonde landing awkwardly on her right shoulder and hip.
Shoulders heaving as she regarded the wreckage at her feet, Ezra turned to Miss Williams, an expectant look on her face. Bottle already in hand, it would’ve been the work of two long strides for Miss Williams to deliver the water, but for some reason she hadn’t so much as twitched. Frowning, Dayna extended a hand and snapped her fingers twice. “My water, Miss Williams!”
The assistant pointed over Erza’s shoulder. “You have a visitor, ma’am.”
The Israeli Powerhouse turned around and was not entirely surprised to see Helena Graylock observing her from all of ten feet away. “Your presence is most unwelcome, Ms. Graylock.” Dayna said softly. “Your issues with Ms. Clayton, whatever they may be, have no bearing on this match. Remove yourself at once or face the consequences.”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
One corner of Helena’s mouth turned up in the ghost of a smile. “Rebecca Clayton has been marked as an offering for the Gray. She is mine, and standing against me would require more… fortitude… than you can muster.”
Not about to cave to the redhead’s intimidation, Dayna knelt down, collected Becky at trunks and tresses and hauled her off the floor like an awkward piece of luggage. Eyes still trained on Graylock, she slung the winded warrior under the bottom rope. “Possession is nine tenths of the law, Ms. Graylock. Clayton belongs to me. Leave. Or you will too.”
Terms thusly set, Dayna slid under the bottom rope without giving the redhead a chance to respond. Hands in Becky’s hair immediately thereafter, Erza stood up and forced her adversary to do the same. With Clayton still reeling from that last European Uppercut, Dayna had no trouble spinning the blonde in a half circle so she could dip down and thread an arm between the stunned Destroyer’s legs. Cupping her other hand over Becky’s chin, Erza hoisted Becky onto her shoulders in the inside out Fireman’s Carry that’d spell doom for the Camouflage Crush--
A startled shriek from outside was either cut off or swallowed by the roar of the crowd, Dayna wasn’t sure. Either way it represented an unknown variable, so she swung in that direction and was genuinely shocked / dismayed to see Miss Williams’ face utterly engulfed by Helena’s glove-sheathed mitt! “Unhand her at once!” Dayna barked at Miranda’s enforcer. “Carpenter! Have that woman ejected from ringside!”
Far easier said than done, but damned if Al didn’t hurry to the ropes and give it his best. “Hey, let her go Helena! Drop her right now and get to the back! Don’t make me call for--”
Graylock grabbed Miss Williams under the arm and hoisted her into the air with the Palm Smother still in place! Paying no attention to the assistant’s keening and wriggling, Helena turned to Dayna and said, “You have something of mine. Now I have something of yours. This little one isn’t nearly so valuable as Clayton, but I’ll feed her to The Gray nonetheless.” She brought her burden down and Miss Williams’ legs immediately gave out, the diminutive assistant collapsing to her knees.
Erza could feel Becky stirring on her shoulders and she knew she needed to regain her focus but the big brunette simply could not allow Graylock to take these sorts of liberties. Cranking down on Clayton’s chin and thigh, Dayna took two steps toward the edge and growled, “Release her this instant or rest assured I will NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNNGGGHHHH!”
Becky pounded half a dozen short, stabbing elbows into the side of her opponent’s head but the last one connected with the bridge of Erza’s nose and brought immediate tears! Unaware of the menacing Englishwoman, Clayton wriggled loose from Erza’s clutches to end up directly behind. Wedging her head beneath the Israeli’s right arm, Becky cupped her left hand over Dayna’s chin while her right secured the back of the other woman’s right thigh in an awkward cradle. Locked and loaded, the Army Brat dropped her hips, then popped up to muscle Erza up, over and back, the Boardroom Brawler turned inside out at the apex so that she THAWHAMMED down flat on her face, chest and tummy!
FUBAR @ 7:27
www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_dlKm6DaFY
Curled into a loose, retching ball in the wake of the FUBAR, Dayna only moaned when Clayton shoved her onto her back and splashed down on those demolished abs. Only catching sight of Graylock after she’d hooked the far leg, Becky’s eyes narrowed to furious slots as Al tolled off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky got up as soon as the bell sounded and darted through the ropes so that she was stomping toward Helena when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
“Put her down right now, bytch! This is between you and me!”
With Williams relegated to The Gray a few seconds prior, Helena tossed her aside and took a single step back. “So it is. A pity I refuse to battle such a depleted adversary. Rest well, Rebecca Clayton. I will see you soon.”
The lights went out as Becky lunged and of course the Gray Lady was gone when they returned five seconds later.
On her knees after the wiffed tackle, Bex pounded a fist against the floor and spat, “Goddammit!” Frustrated beyond belief, the blonde stood up and offered only a grudging nod to the clapping fans. With Dayna still out and Al Carpenter tending to Miss Williams, Becky turned around and started up the ramp with her head down and hands on her hips. Victory or not, it didn’t feel right at all and she vowed to settle things with Dayna Erza as soon as she’d put an end to Helena Graylock’s meddling once and for all.