Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:37:26 GMT
The high from the opening match was still going strong when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing Adelaide, Australia, she stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty three pounds, she is MATTIE KNIGHT!”
MATTIE KNIGHT:
The FAWN Arena’s speakers start in with Dick Dale’s “Misirlou”, an instantly recognizable tune that kicked the already hyped crowd up a few more notches. Shortly thereafter a drop dead gorgeous blonde in a purple fightin’ bikini strode through the curtain to another wave of cheers. Though currently not a full-time member of the FAWN roster, the Surf Sister was still on good terms with her former employer and she and Regan were often called to fill out a card when the front office needed some extra babyface firepower. Tonight Mattie’s challenge was of the singles variety and an disconcerting one at that, but the prospect didn’t seem to weigh on the Aussie’s mind in the slightest as she began her trek down the ramp.
Cutting back and forth across the aisle to catch as many palms and high fives as she could, Knight reached the base in no time, then made a quick right to share some good vibrations with the folks lined up front row. The end of the circuit put her at the steel steps, which Mattie took in a single bound to reach the apron. Swinging around to take in the crowd once more, she stretched her arms over the top rope and soaked in the energy for a few seconds before sweeping through the ropes.
Craig Long met her near the center of the ring, the diligent official making a quick check of the Aussie’s white pads and wrist tape. “Good to see you again, Mattie.” Long said after the inspection was finalized. “Hope you’re ready for a fight. Word is she’s in a particularly bad mood.” Knight flashed him a beaming smile as she backed toward the corner. “I’d be in a bad mood too if Pandora used me like a yoga mat. Don’t worry, Craig. If Miranda’s little fangirl thinks she’s gonna bounce back on me, well… beach please.”
Once the surf rock faded into the background din, the Announcer raised his mic. “And introducing her opp--”
“No need to waste your breath, brother.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Jeers of disdain from those assembled as Miranda Wainright materialized from the gloom of the entryway. “Still your forked tongues and wipe the grease from your fingers, heathens. I shall need you at what passes for your best in the next few moments.” The Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd did indeed put down their snacks, but only so they could cup both hands around their collective mouths while heaping vitriol on the Septa of Sorrow. Miranda didn’t reply with words, though the blonde’s smile glinted like a scythe in the shadow cast by her flat black hat. “And from the glorious darkness of Eternal Midnight came forth a most dangerous woman. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I implore you, throw yourselves at the mercy of PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny appeared with the chorus, the lissome Churchgoer rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the fog so it looked as though the lithesome brunette materialized up through the floor itself. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who told her, “Pandora could not break you, sister. Go show these heathens the resolve of a True Believer.
That was more than enough blessing for Tremblay, she turned her attention to the blonde in the ring and imagined her as the Beach Tyrant as she stalked down the aisle with Wainright in her wake. For her first singles outing on FAWN pay-per-view, the leggy tyro wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing Miranda. A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing on Wainright’s signal, Tremblay turned her rather intense attention to Knight and headed to the opposite corner without waiting for Long’s inspection.
Miranda Wainright’s followers were known for many dubious qualities: manic devotion to their leader, an equally fanatic drive to win at all costs and a rapacious desire to inflict pain upon their adversaries chief among them. But lightning fast full frontal assaults were not often mentioned in relation to the Wainright’s flock, which made it all the more startling when Penny Tremblay exploded out of her corner at the CLANG of the bell to THWHUMP Mattie’s midsection with a Jon Woo Dropkick half a second later!
JON WOO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEaz1hrPLiI
Barely two steps removed from the buckles at the time of Tremblay’s encroachment, Knight BWUUUUNGED hard against the roughly-padded steel and plopped to her butt before she could hook a rope to steady her legs. She alleviated that problem a heartbeat later and called out, “Ropes, Craig! Get that cheap-shot artist away from me!”
“All right Penny, clear off.” the ref told the wild-eyed bendyback. “She’s in the ropes so just give her a second to WHOOAAH!”
Tremblay charged so abruptly that Long had to dive outta the way to keep from getting run over. That was all well and good for him, unfortunately for Mattie Knight it meant she bore the brunt of Penny’s boots for the second time in less than a minute courtesy of the Hesitation Dropkick the zealot PLANTED against her chest!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud76LY2nef8
Tumbling clear of the wreckage as soon as she touched down, Penny bounced to verticality and stormed back to Mattie to secure a double handful of the Australian’s blonde locks. “You dare call yourself a sister?” she hissed in the midst of hauling Knight to her feet. “You’re nothing more than flotsam and jetsam that learned to wear a bik--”
Mattie sent her reeling with a hard shove, pointed her right shoulder at the brunette and CRAAACKED her chest with a Knife-Edge Chop! Penny snarled in pain, then anger, then pain again because the Surf Sister lit into her pale décolletage with another vicious Chop. “I get that you’re in a bad mood, girl.” Knight shook the tingle from her choppin’ hand while keeping a very sharp eye on the staggered Churchgoer. “I’d probably be in a bad mood too after Pandora tossed me all over an Oil Pit. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you run me over like a rogue wavUUGGGHHHH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!
Tremblay feinted high to draw the Chop, then came in leading with her right shoulder to BWUUUNG her blonde into the buckles. Of course the first Shoulderblock only whetted the acolyte’s appetite, so she grabbed the middle rope to put that much more ‘ooopmh’ behind the next five or six collisions with her opponent’s tummy. Growing angrier as her breath drew shorter, Mattie finally slowed Penny’s encroachment with a well-timed Kneelift to the chest. That single shot disrupted Tremblay’s rhythm long enough for Knight to catch her in a Front Facelock, which she used to keep the brunette bent over while she thwhap-thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a flurry of saloon worthy Overhand Forearm Smashes across her shoulders!
“What do you think you’re doing, babe?” Mattie huffed after her opponent sagged to one knee. “You don’t get to start off that hot then just take a knee when it doesn’t go your OOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Noting the Aussie’s bare feet, Tremblay grabbed the two smallest toes on Knight’s left foot and tried to twist ‘em right off the blonde’s foot! Penny rose to her full height as soon as Mattie relinquished the Facelock, not that she used this newfound freedom to create the tiniest bit of separation. Instead she buried a hand in the blonde’s long locks and wrapped her other hand around Knight’s throat, all the better to throttle her fuming foe in a torrid belly to belly embrace. “You think this is a bad mood, heathen?” Tremblay sneered. “This is me mildly peeved. You’re far too fragile to be worthy of my bad mooHUUURRRK!”
Mattie didn’t consider herself a brawler (she’d much rather fly than throw hands) but she’d been in more than her fair share of beach catfights back in Oz and it didn’t take her long to match Penny’s hair-hold with one of her own. “We’ll see just how fragile I am when I’m smashing down on your ribs, girl.” Where Tremblay occupied her other hand with a stranglehold, Knight curled hers into a tight spade and raaaaaaaaked the brunette’s cheek over and over again. “Now get the hell offa--”
Craig finished the demand for her, the ref cinching an arm around Tremblay’s waist so he could haul her away at the low, low price of a hank of Aussie hair. “Easy! EASY!” he barked at the squirming Churchgoer. “Dammit Penny, settle down or I’ll have to call this thing right--”
“Calm yourself, sister.” Miranda’s voice managed to cut through the din even though her tone was soft as ever. “Neither of these poor unfortunates is worth the full force of your ire.” Tremblay stilled at once, going so far as to raise her hands overhead to confirm her compliance.
Seeing this, Mattie raked a hand through her hair and called out, “Easy as that, huh Penny? No wonder Miranda’s so high on you, you’re an attack dog and puppet rolled into one!”
Penny’s brief flirtation with serenity ended in disaster as she tore her way from the ref’s (admittedly relaxed) grasp and flew toward the Aussie with her right elbow drawn back beside her ear for THWHAP! Knight stopped the zealot dead in her tracks with a kick delivered across the side of Tremblay’s face. “That’s what you get for going after my toes, skank!” Mattie chirped at the leggy brunette. “Try it again and I’ll--” Penny did exactly that, so the Surf Sister brought both legs up and ‘smecked’ them tight around the brunette’s noggin. The True Believer raaaaaaked her nails down the blonde’s thighs in retaliation but Knight answered with another strong squeeze before she finally pushed away from the buckles and swung down in an arc that sent Tremblay from her feet to her back in a single sinuous twist.
CORNER 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olVPiivfDmw
Penny rolled to one knee almost at once, then made it to boot-leather barely half a step behind the leggy blonde. However a half step was all the lead Mattie needed, as Miranda came to realize when she bore down on her newest follower and returned her to the deck with a stiff Dropkick!
RUNNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGolOdUwI6Q
Tremblay landed on the back of her head and shoulders, rolled through to all fours and pushed up on one ha--“UNNGGGHH!” Knight came in fast, the blonde’s right knee slamming between Penny’s breasts with more than enough force to bowl her over. The former surfer went down too, though she recovered with more than enough time to throw herself across Penny’s chest for the first cover of the match.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tx9orPVPSU
ONE…
TWO…
Tremblay bridged out just after ‘TWO’, the strength of her rebuke prompting Mattie to grab a Wristlock instead of trying for another cover. Hurrying to her feet with Penny alongside, Knight stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent the zealot into the ropes with an Irish Whip. She’d expected Penny to be a bit slower after the most recent string of offense, so Mattie was taken aback when the brunette practically flew out of her grasp and came back even faster! Of course Knight was no slouch in the speed department either and she dropped onto her belly a whisper before Penny would’ve run her down. Popping to her feet the instant Tremblay passed by, Mattie sprang into the air, twisted ‘round at the apex and THWHACKED the point of her elbow into Penny’s jaw when she tried a second pass!
JUMPING CORKSCREW BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0N4wIoSkyPM
Stunned by the pinpoint shot, the Churchgoer still managed to make it to one knee in short order. She might have made it farther if Knight hadn’t grabbed hold of her hair and reeled the brunette into a Standing Headscissors. “Not sure where this attitude is coming from babe, but you need to chill out in the worst way!” Mattie chided as she sent pulses through her foe’s skull. “Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing for those bad vibes.” Penny liked her bad vibes just fine and had no intention of letting some beach brat alleviate them, alas the decision wasn’t really up to her, as Mattie reminded her when she leaned forward over the penitent Churchgoer to plant both hands on the canvas. Doing so with the Headscissors still in place forced Tremblay to lean back without actually relieving any of the pressure. If anything the grind on her cheeks and ears grew stronger now that it was coupled with the ache in her back and shoulders that came from supporting the Australian’s weight.
As for Mattie, she kept her ankles crossed and continued to punish her foe’s skull with prolonged squeezes and intermittent constrictions. She’d made girls on beaches from Sidney to New Smyrna tap out in this position, but after fifteen seconds she’d heard nothing more than muttered grunting from the bendybacked brunette. “Ask her!” the blonde told Craig even as she sent three sharp pulses through those strong stems.
Noting the unpleasant pink flush in the newcomer’s features, Long knelt beside Tremblay and said, “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh not until she’s screaming for mercy.” she emphasized her position by repeatedly raaaaaaaaaaaking the back of Knight’s thighs.
Grimacing as she endured those angry talons, Mattie shifted her weight to one hand so the other could slap Tremblay’s bunched glutes. “Watch it with those nails, sweetie.” the blonde warned after a few more slaps. “Unless you want these togs riding a whole lot highEEERRRRHHHH!”
Penny responded by digging her fingertips into the backs of Mattie’s kneepads. The sturdy material provided enough protection to keep the Scissors in place, but the tremor in Knight’s legs got stronger and she knew she’d have to do something about it sooner than later. “You asked for it, girl.” Mattie raked Penny’s lower back once, then grabbed a handful of those dark blue briefs and yanked!
“Heathen bytch!” Tremblay yipped in pained dismay. “Let go of my OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
The Surf Sister pushed out of the handstand to return to her feet with those Scissors still tenaciously intact. Laying claim to Penny’s wrists at once, she yanked the zealot’s hands away from her knees and punished her with a quick fusillade of stinging spanks. “Give it up!” Knight told her once again. “Just admit you don’t have what it takes to beat a beach figh--” Tremblay planted a foot on the canvas and might’ve upended the whole works if Mattie hadn’t stopped her with a heavy Forearm Smash across the small of the back. “Fine, if that’s how you want it…” The Aussie import grabbed hold of Penny’s wrists and stretched them out to the side so she could step over the extended limbs first with one leg, and then the other. Seated comfortably in the center of Tremblay’s back (she‘d hooked her shins against Penny‘s thighs to keep her perch steady), Knight reached back with one hand and mussed her opponent’s hair. “All right, I let you go! What’re you going to do about--” Tremblay straightened up in the blink of an eye, exactly the reaction Mattie’d hoped for. Using the other wrestler’s momentum against her, Knight swung forward and down, ultimately shooting between Penny’s legs a heartbeat before she ripped the newcomer off the deck and PLANTED her courtesy of a gorgeous Yoshi Tonic!
YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VcSVA9sfiQ
Legs hooked snug over Tremblay’s biceps, Mattie palmed her rival’s calves and pushed forward to keep her glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Acolyte kicked out with half a second to spare, her resilience earning a nod of approval from the Messiah of Misery. Mattie was less enthused, showing three fingers to Craig only to shake her head when he answered with two. Collecting Tremblay’s noggin with both hands, the highflier switched over to a Wristlock, then tugged Penny into a single jarring short-range Shoulderblock before clearing off for an Irish Wh--“NNNGH!” Penny caught her upside the cheek with a quick Palm Strike that sent a shiver through Knight’s legs. More than willing to adopt the heathen’s plan as her own, Tremblay doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Mattie racing to the far corner. Penny set off after her at once, the willowy tyro in no mood to grant her prey anything in the way of separ--THWHACK! Knight whipped around to hit the buckles back-first and immediately lashed out with a high kick that caught Penny flush on the jaw! Tremblay stumbled hard but didn’t go down, so Mattie boosted herself onto the second rope and “HEY!”
The Australian bombshell cried out in surprise and no small amount of alarm when Penny rushed in and snatched hold of her right ankle. Drawing back immediately thereafter, she yanked Knight off her perch and caught her clean out of the air, Tremblay hooking her right arm against the pit of Mattie’s knee while her left arm cradled the nape of her neck. Hands locked to keep the heathen from going anywhere, Penny lugged her burden to the center of the ring, whereupon she rose up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee! Mattie wailed as her back THWUMPED across Tremblay’s thigh, the Surf Sister bouncing away from the impact to land on her belly a few feet away.
LEG-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgz7XkVdkUU
“Excellent work, Penny.” Wainright told her newest convert. “Now punish the heathen for her audacity.”
Tremblay needed no extra prompting on that front, she was already on her feet and closing fast. Approaching from the blonde’s right side, the Churchgoer planted her right foot between Mattie’s shoulders to keep her pinned down while she reached over and grabbed her left wrist. “NO!” Knight barked when Tremblay wrenched the limb backward at a painfully sharp angle. “Let go of me you crazy brat, I’m not gonna AAARRRRRRRHHHH!” Penny rocked up and fell back flat, the brunette damned near hyper-extending her foe’s elbow in the process.
GROUNDED ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew6psXnJs_I
Galvanized by the jolt of pain in her arm, Knight made it to one knee in short order, but her desire to protect it from more punishment meant she didn’t note Penny stalking around on her six until the Acolyte THWHACKED a vicious Buzzsaw Kick off the side of her skull! Mattie grunted, crumpled to the deck and might’ve slopped onto her back if Tremblay hadn’t put a boot between her shoulders again.
BUZZSAW KICK @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcNpphOmlV0
“That’s far enough, sister.” she hissed. “Prostrate is a good look on you.” Clearing off when the blonde offered no reply, Penny threw herself into the ropes on the far side of the ring so she had plenty of momentum at her back when she busted out a gorgeous handspring with what would’ve been a perfect landing if she hadn’t THWHUNKED the point of her right knee across the base of Knight’s neck!
HANDSPRING KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR6oHlbAuyA
Mattie’s arms flew to the back of her head, so Tremblay helped herself to the blonde’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the center of the ring. From there she rolled Knight onto her back, then dropped to all fours and scooted in so that her shoulders were snugged in against the pits of the blonde’s knees. It sure looked like the beginnings of a Jackknife Pin, but instead Penny looped her arms around the heathen’s thighs and secured them with an S-grip. On her feet immediately thereafter she rolled the supine surfer onto her belly, stepped over and dropped into a deep crouch to secure a nastily modified Boston Crab she called the Rat Trap.
RAT TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozkzYGwWMfI
“AAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAWWD!” Mattie shrieked as the hold punished her already aching spine. “GAAAAAAAAHHH LEGGO DAMMIT!”
Penny shook her head ‘no’, the newcomer’s face lit up in a bright, cruel smile. “Surrender yourself to Eternal Midnight, sister!” she taunted the wailing battler. “Only then will you know mercy!” Knight had no interest in Tremblay’s version of mercy, so she reaaaaaaaaached for the ropes in hopes of finding them close. No such luck, the zealot had her caught in the middle of the squared circle with a long way to go between her and anything like sanctuary. Oh so pleased by the heathen’s distress, Penny slid her grip a little higher up Knight’s thighs and crouched a little deeper, a subtle shift in positioning that greatly increased the pressure on her opponent’s lower back. Mattie responded with a ragged wail, then plunged both hands into her hair and pulled, a desperate attempt to distract herself from the pain.
“No tears, please.” Tremblay snarled at the writhing blonde. “It is a waste of good suffering. Now either surrender yourself to Eternal Midnight or rage against the inevitable for a little while longer. Whatever you do, don’t bore me.”
She bounced the strong, slim curve of her glutes against the small of Knight’s back to give the Surf Sister some idea of what might happen if the Twisted Sister were to grow bored. Still mired deep in Tremblay’s clutches, Mattie was forced to admit she’d have to make it to the ropes if she wanted to stay in this fight. Fortifying her nerves against the pain to come, Knight pressed both hands to the canvas and puuuuushed up until her arms were almost fully extended. Doing so did nothing for the anguish creeping up her spine, it did however greatly increase Mattie’s leverage and she set off for the ropes as fast as her position allowed. Penny didn’t bother to fight the resistance, after all she’d commanded the mewling wretch to action and she’d been obeyed. Which wasn’t to say the journey was easy, pleasant or even the direction Knight originally set.
Head craned over one shoulder, Tremblay adjusted her footing regularly to ensure the suffering Aussie headed toward a corner rather than the relative safety of the open ropes. Mattie tried to adjust her course more than once, but Penny stayed in control of her route so she grit her teeth and trudged onward. It took almost twenty seconds and Knight was crawling on her elbows by the end, yet the ropes were all of eight inches away, all she had to do was reach out and--
“Noooooooooooooooo!”
Tremblay stepped back the way they’d came, then twisted Mattie onto her back. Doing so brought immediate relief, though it didn’t distract Knight from the fact that the Churchgoer was now between her and the strands. “You deceitful bytch.” Mattie groaned as Penny carefully tucked the other woman’s shins beneath her armpits. “You were never going to let me make the ropes.”
“Correct.” the brunette agreed. “The intention was to offer hope, snatch it away then observe your reaction. I’d hoped for something a little more noteworthy than sniffling.”
Knight’s eyes narrowed as she pushed up on her elbows. “Screw you, punk. Just because I’m not Pandora doesn’t mean I’m not gonna make you WHOOOAAAHH!”
`Mention of the Black Court freelancer did nothing for Penny’s already foul temper, which was why she dropped backward to slingshot Knight into a face-first collision with the top turnbuck--NO! Mattie adjusted in mid-air and landed safely on the second rope.
“The heathen is safe, Penelope!” Miranda advised over the roar of the crowd. “Adjust accordingly.”
Tremblay made no reply, just scrambled to boot-leather and rounded on the corner as Knight sprang out and back, the highflying Aussie turning a half circle catch her opponent with a Rebound Diving Crossbo--SMECK! Disappointed groans when the true believer plucked her foe from the air neat as you please. Turning around to better show off her prize to all the other heathens, Penny twisted to the right, then snapped all the way to the left, thus swinging Mattie’s body under her grasping arm so she could THAWHUMP her back across the point of Tremblay’s left knee.
CATCHING SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCU-zTGPANA
Knight rolled away in a daze, made it to her knees, then crumpled to the deck because Penny snatched a handful of hair. The resultant cover displayed no sense of urgency, rather it seemed little more than an excuse for the brunette to grrrrrrrrrrrrind the ridge of her forearm against Knight’s cheek while the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mattie shot an arm into the air, the tenacious Surf Sister saved from defeat by little more than a whisper. Seemingly unperturbed by this heathenish resilience, Penny filled her hands with blonde hair and scraped the other woman off the mat. Knight’s knees shimmied something awful but she wasn’t upright long enough for it to be an issue, as Tremblay dipped a shoulder and welcomed the Aussie across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Grabbing hold of Mattie’s left wrist while her other hand cupped her foe’s left calf, the Acolyte stomped to the middle of the ring, then spun around in a single circle that ended with her facing the far corner. Just like that she went up on her toes and bent over double, the motion so fast and so violent that Knight was spun off her perch and THWHUMPED down flat on her back. Mattie jolted hard, flopped over onto her stomach, one hand flying to the small of her devastated back while the other scrabbled and scraped at the thinly-sheathed plywood.
WASTELAND @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O5RNdu7AtY
Penny paid these convulsions no mind, she was already stalking toward the corner. Upon reaching her destination Tremblay slipped between the ropes to the apron and sprang to the top floor in a single nimble leap. Standing up straight, Penny treated the whole arena to a dismissive glare before she leapt out into the void and snapped off a perfect mid-air crunch that ensured she was stretched out taut as a bowstring when her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMED down atop Mattie’s lower back! Penny bounced away from the collision, Mattie did not, she simply settled out in a facedown sprawl, the formerly kinetic highflier reduced to so much rubble in the wake of Tremblay’s Dying Breath.
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
Crawling back to her insensate crash-pad, Penny shot the Half Nelson and swung a leg over to take a seat on Knight’s chest, facing her feet. The Acolyte didn’t bother with a Matchbook, rather she pressed her hands to Mattie’s tummy and simply closed her eyes while Craig counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Penny got to her feet at the sound of the bell, but she didn’t raise her hand or offer a wrist, not even when Miranda entered the ring. Instead she seized her opponent’s ankles and stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’ as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“Ummmmh, Miranda? She knows she won, right?” Craig said to the Septa of Sorrow while Tremblay stepped through those parted stems with her right leg, then crossed ‘em over her thigh Sharpshooter-style.
“Very much so.” Wainright said with a nod. “I believe sister Penelope is simply working through some extra aggression. Fear not, arbiter. I’ll keep her from going too far.”
Craig didn’t like the sound of that at all, nor did his mood improve when Tremblay gripped those knotted legs and used ‘em to turn Mattie onto her belly. The torque on her spine brought Knight around in a hurry, unfortunately her situation only got worse when Penny trapped her arms in a Double Chickenwing and muscled the Aussie’s whole body off the mat!
LIAR'S CHAIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ib5F5EXrrg
“AAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Mattie shrieked. “LEMME GO! LEMME GO YOU BYTCH, YOU WON!”
Penny just bared her teeth and jostled the hold some more, the victorious brunette doing her best to bend her rival’s spine into a perfect ‘U’.
“Call her off, Miranda.” Craig said quietly. “Or I reverse the decision. Right now.”
Miranda looked to Penny and nodded once. “Enough, sister.”
Tremblay released her hooks and straightened up, the Acolyte finally allowing Wainright to raise her hand. “I have endured the wrath of Pandora and I am stronger than ever.” the lithesome brunette told the nearest camera. “If she could not destroy me, what chance do you stand?”
“I’ll answer that.” Miranda said with a smile.
“None. None whatsoever.”
MATTIE KNIGHT:
The FAWN Arena’s speakers start in with Dick Dale’s “Misirlou”, an instantly recognizable tune that kicked the already hyped crowd up a few more notches. Shortly thereafter a drop dead gorgeous blonde in a purple fightin’ bikini strode through the curtain to another wave of cheers. Though currently not a full-time member of the FAWN roster, the Surf Sister was still on good terms with her former employer and she and Regan were often called to fill out a card when the front office needed some extra babyface firepower. Tonight Mattie’s challenge was of the singles variety and an disconcerting one at that, but the prospect didn’t seem to weigh on the Aussie’s mind in the slightest as she began her trek down the ramp.
Cutting back and forth across the aisle to catch as many palms and high fives as she could, Knight reached the base in no time, then made a quick right to share some good vibrations with the folks lined up front row. The end of the circuit put her at the steel steps, which Mattie took in a single bound to reach the apron. Swinging around to take in the crowd once more, she stretched her arms over the top rope and soaked in the energy for a few seconds before sweeping through the ropes.
Craig Long met her near the center of the ring, the diligent official making a quick check of the Aussie’s white pads and wrist tape. “Good to see you again, Mattie.” Long said after the inspection was finalized. “Hope you’re ready for a fight. Word is she’s in a particularly bad mood.” Knight flashed him a beaming smile as she backed toward the corner. “I’d be in a bad mood too if Pandora used me like a yoga mat. Don’t worry, Craig. If Miranda’s little fangirl thinks she’s gonna bounce back on me, well… beach please.”
Once the surf rock faded into the background din, the Announcer raised his mic. “And introducing her opp--”
“No need to waste your breath, brother.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Jeers of disdain from those assembled as Miranda Wainright materialized from the gloom of the entryway. “Still your forked tongues and wipe the grease from your fingers, heathens. I shall need you at what passes for your best in the next few moments.” The Thrills, Chills & Spills crowd did indeed put down their snacks, but only so they could cup both hands around their collective mouths while heaping vitriol on the Septa of Sorrow. Miranda didn’t reply with words, though the blonde’s smile glinted like a scythe in the shadow cast by her flat black hat. “And from the glorious darkness of Eternal Midnight came forth a most dangerous woman. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I implore you, throw yourselves at the mercy of PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny appeared with the chorus, the lissome Churchgoer rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the fog so it looked as though the lithesome brunette materialized up through the floor itself. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who told her, “Pandora could not break you, sister. Go show these heathens the resolve of a True Believer.
That was more than enough blessing for Tremblay, she turned her attention to the blonde in the ring and imagined her as the Beach Tyrant as she stalked down the aisle with Wainright in her wake. For her first singles outing on FAWN pay-per-view, the leggy tyro wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing Miranda. A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing on Wainright’s signal, Tremblay turned her rather intense attention to Knight and headed to the opposite corner without waiting for Long’s inspection.
Miranda Wainright’s followers were known for many dubious qualities: manic devotion to their leader, an equally fanatic drive to win at all costs and a rapacious desire to inflict pain upon their adversaries chief among them. But lightning fast full frontal assaults were not often mentioned in relation to the Wainright’s flock, which made it all the more startling when Penny Tremblay exploded out of her corner at the CLANG of the bell to THWHUMP Mattie’s midsection with a Jon Woo Dropkick half a second later!
JON WOO DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEaz1hrPLiI
Barely two steps removed from the buckles at the time of Tremblay’s encroachment, Knight BWUUUUNGED hard against the roughly-padded steel and plopped to her butt before she could hook a rope to steady her legs. She alleviated that problem a heartbeat later and called out, “Ropes, Craig! Get that cheap-shot artist away from me!”
“All right Penny, clear off.” the ref told the wild-eyed bendyback. “She’s in the ropes so just give her a second to WHOOAAH!”
Tremblay charged so abruptly that Long had to dive outta the way to keep from getting run over. That was all well and good for him, unfortunately for Mattie Knight it meant she bore the brunt of Penny’s boots for the second time in less than a minute courtesy of the Hesitation Dropkick the zealot PLANTED against her chest!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud76LY2nef8
Tumbling clear of the wreckage as soon as she touched down, Penny bounced to verticality and stormed back to Mattie to secure a double handful of the Australian’s blonde locks. “You dare call yourself a sister?” she hissed in the midst of hauling Knight to her feet. “You’re nothing more than flotsam and jetsam that learned to wear a bik--”
Mattie sent her reeling with a hard shove, pointed her right shoulder at the brunette and CRAAACKED her chest with a Knife-Edge Chop! Penny snarled in pain, then anger, then pain again because the Surf Sister lit into her pale décolletage with another vicious Chop. “I get that you’re in a bad mood, girl.” Knight shook the tingle from her choppin’ hand while keeping a very sharp eye on the staggered Churchgoer. “I’d probably be in a bad mood too after Pandora tossed me all over an Oil Pit. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you run me over like a rogue wavUUGGGHHHH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!
Tremblay feinted high to draw the Chop, then came in leading with her right shoulder to BWUUUNG her blonde into the buckles. Of course the first Shoulderblock only whetted the acolyte’s appetite, so she grabbed the middle rope to put that much more ‘ooopmh’ behind the next five or six collisions with her opponent’s tummy. Growing angrier as her breath drew shorter, Mattie finally slowed Penny’s encroachment with a well-timed Kneelift to the chest. That single shot disrupted Tremblay’s rhythm long enough for Knight to catch her in a Front Facelock, which she used to keep the brunette bent over while she thwhap-thwhap-thwhap-THWHAPPED a flurry of saloon worthy Overhand Forearm Smashes across her shoulders!
“What do you think you’re doing, babe?” Mattie huffed after her opponent sagged to one knee. “You don’t get to start off that hot then just take a knee when it doesn’t go your OOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Noting the Aussie’s bare feet, Tremblay grabbed the two smallest toes on Knight’s left foot and tried to twist ‘em right off the blonde’s foot! Penny rose to her full height as soon as Mattie relinquished the Facelock, not that she used this newfound freedom to create the tiniest bit of separation. Instead she buried a hand in the blonde’s long locks and wrapped her other hand around Knight’s throat, all the better to throttle her fuming foe in a torrid belly to belly embrace. “You think this is a bad mood, heathen?” Tremblay sneered. “This is me mildly peeved. You’re far too fragile to be worthy of my bad mooHUUURRRK!”
Mattie didn’t consider herself a brawler (she’d much rather fly than throw hands) but she’d been in more than her fair share of beach catfights back in Oz and it didn’t take her long to match Penny’s hair-hold with one of her own. “We’ll see just how fragile I am when I’m smashing down on your ribs, girl.” Where Tremblay occupied her other hand with a stranglehold, Knight curled hers into a tight spade and raaaaaaaaked the brunette’s cheek over and over again. “Now get the hell offa--”
Craig finished the demand for her, the ref cinching an arm around Tremblay’s waist so he could haul her away at the low, low price of a hank of Aussie hair. “Easy! EASY!” he barked at the squirming Churchgoer. “Dammit Penny, settle down or I’ll have to call this thing right--”
“Calm yourself, sister.” Miranda’s voice managed to cut through the din even though her tone was soft as ever. “Neither of these poor unfortunates is worth the full force of your ire.” Tremblay stilled at once, going so far as to raise her hands overhead to confirm her compliance.
Seeing this, Mattie raked a hand through her hair and called out, “Easy as that, huh Penny? No wonder Miranda’s so high on you, you’re an attack dog and puppet rolled into one!”
Penny’s brief flirtation with serenity ended in disaster as she tore her way from the ref’s (admittedly relaxed) grasp and flew toward the Aussie with her right elbow drawn back beside her ear for THWHAP! Knight stopped the zealot dead in her tracks with a kick delivered across the side of Tremblay’s face. “That’s what you get for going after my toes, skank!” Mattie chirped at the leggy brunette. “Try it again and I’ll--” Penny did exactly that, so the Surf Sister brought both legs up and ‘smecked’ them tight around the brunette’s noggin. The True Believer raaaaaaked her nails down the blonde’s thighs in retaliation but Knight answered with another strong squeeze before she finally pushed away from the buckles and swung down in an arc that sent Tremblay from her feet to her back in a single sinuous twist.
CORNER 'RANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=olVPiivfDmw
Penny rolled to one knee almost at once, then made it to boot-leather barely half a step behind the leggy blonde. However a half step was all the lead Mattie needed, as Miranda came to realize when she bore down on her newest follower and returned her to the deck with a stiff Dropkick!
RUNNING DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGolOdUwI6Q
Tremblay landed on the back of her head and shoulders, rolled through to all fours and pushed up on one ha--“UNNGGGHH!” Knight came in fast, the blonde’s right knee slamming between Penny’s breasts with more than enough force to bowl her over. The former surfer went down too, though she recovered with more than enough time to throw herself across Penny’s chest for the first cover of the match.
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tx9orPVPSU
ONE…
TWO…
Tremblay bridged out just after ‘TWO’, the strength of her rebuke prompting Mattie to grab a Wristlock instead of trying for another cover. Hurrying to her feet with Penny alongside, Knight stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent the zealot into the ropes with an Irish Whip. She’d expected Penny to be a bit slower after the most recent string of offense, so Mattie was taken aback when the brunette practically flew out of her grasp and came back even faster! Of course Knight was no slouch in the speed department either and she dropped onto her belly a whisper before Penny would’ve run her down. Popping to her feet the instant Tremblay passed by, Mattie sprang into the air, twisted ‘round at the apex and THWHACKED the point of her elbow into Penny’s jaw when she tried a second pass!
JUMPING CORKSCREW BACK ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0N4wIoSkyPM
Stunned by the pinpoint shot, the Churchgoer still managed to make it to one knee in short order. She might have made it farther if Knight hadn’t grabbed hold of her hair and reeled the brunette into a Standing Headscissors. “Not sure where this attitude is coming from babe, but you need to chill out in the worst way!” Mattie chided as she sent pulses through her foe’s skull. “Lucky for you, I’ve got just the thing for those bad vibes.” Penny liked her bad vibes just fine and had no intention of letting some beach brat alleviate them, alas the decision wasn’t really up to her, as Mattie reminded her when she leaned forward over the penitent Churchgoer to plant both hands on the canvas. Doing so with the Headscissors still in place forced Tremblay to lean back without actually relieving any of the pressure. If anything the grind on her cheeks and ears grew stronger now that it was coupled with the ache in her back and shoulders that came from supporting the Australian’s weight.
As for Mattie, she kept her ankles crossed and continued to punish her foe’s skull with prolonged squeezes and intermittent constrictions. She’d made girls on beaches from Sidney to New Smyrna tap out in this position, but after fifteen seconds she’d heard nothing more than muttered grunting from the bendybacked brunette. “Ask her!” the blonde told Craig even as she sent three sharp pulses through those strong stems.
Noting the unpleasant pink flush in the newcomer’s features, Long knelt beside Tremblay and said, “What do you say, Penny? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuhhhh not until she’s screaming for mercy.” she emphasized her position by repeatedly raaaaaaaaaaaking the back of Knight’s thighs.
Grimacing as she endured those angry talons, Mattie shifted her weight to one hand so the other could slap Tremblay’s bunched glutes. “Watch it with those nails, sweetie.” the blonde warned after a few more slaps. “Unless you want these togs riding a whole lot highEEERRRRHHHH!”
Penny responded by digging her fingertips into the backs of Mattie’s kneepads. The sturdy material provided enough protection to keep the Scissors in place, but the tremor in Knight’s legs got stronger and she knew she’d have to do something about it sooner than later. “You asked for it, girl.” Mattie raked Penny’s lower back once, then grabbed a handful of those dark blue briefs and yanked!
“Heathen bytch!” Tremblay yipped in pained dismay. “Let go of my OOOOOFFFFHHH!”
The Surf Sister pushed out of the handstand to return to her feet with those Scissors still tenaciously intact. Laying claim to Penny’s wrists at once, she yanked the zealot’s hands away from her knees and punished her with a quick fusillade of stinging spanks. “Give it up!” Knight told her once again. “Just admit you don’t have what it takes to beat a beach figh--” Tremblay planted a foot on the canvas and might’ve upended the whole works if Mattie hadn’t stopped her with a heavy Forearm Smash across the small of the back. “Fine, if that’s how you want it…” The Aussie import grabbed hold of Penny’s wrists and stretched them out to the side so she could step over the extended limbs first with one leg, and then the other. Seated comfortably in the center of Tremblay’s back (she‘d hooked her shins against Penny‘s thighs to keep her perch steady), Knight reached back with one hand and mussed her opponent’s hair. “All right, I let you go! What’re you going to do about--” Tremblay straightened up in the blink of an eye, exactly the reaction Mattie’d hoped for. Using the other wrestler’s momentum against her, Knight swung forward and down, ultimately shooting between Penny’s legs a heartbeat before she ripped the newcomer off the deck and PLANTED her courtesy of a gorgeous Yoshi Tonic!
YOSHI TONIC:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VcSVA9sfiQ
Legs hooked snug over Tremblay’s biceps, Mattie palmed her rival’s calves and pushed forward to keep her glued to the mat through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Acolyte kicked out with half a second to spare, her resilience earning a nod of approval from the Messiah of Misery. Mattie was less enthused, showing three fingers to Craig only to shake her head when he answered with two. Collecting Tremblay’s noggin with both hands, the highflier switched over to a Wristlock, then tugged Penny into a single jarring short-range Shoulderblock before clearing off for an Irish Wh--“NNNGH!” Penny caught her upside the cheek with a quick Palm Strike that sent a shiver through Knight’s legs. More than willing to adopt the heathen’s plan as her own, Tremblay doubled down on the Wristlock and sent Mattie racing to the far corner. Penny set off after her at once, the willowy tyro in no mood to grant her prey anything in the way of separ--THWHACK! Knight whipped around to hit the buckles back-first and immediately lashed out with a high kick that caught Penny flush on the jaw! Tremblay stumbled hard but didn’t go down, so Mattie boosted herself onto the second rope and “HEY!”
The Australian bombshell cried out in surprise and no small amount of alarm when Penny rushed in and snatched hold of her right ankle. Drawing back immediately thereafter, she yanked Knight off her perch and caught her clean out of the air, Tremblay hooking her right arm against the pit of Mattie’s knee while her left arm cradled the nape of her neck. Hands locked to keep the heathen from going anywhere, Penny lugged her burden to the center of the ring, whereupon she rose up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee! Mattie wailed as her back THWUMPED across Tremblay’s thigh, the Surf Sister bouncing away from the impact to land on her belly a few feet away.
LEG-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgz7XkVdkUU
“Excellent work, Penny.” Wainright told her newest convert. “Now punish the heathen for her audacity.”
Tremblay needed no extra prompting on that front, she was already on her feet and closing fast. Approaching from the blonde’s right side, the Churchgoer planted her right foot between Mattie’s shoulders to keep her pinned down while she reached over and grabbed her left wrist. “NO!” Knight barked when Tremblay wrenched the limb backward at a painfully sharp angle. “Let go of me you crazy brat, I’m not gonna AAARRRRRRRHHHH!” Penny rocked up and fell back flat, the brunette damned near hyper-extending her foe’s elbow in the process.
GROUNDED ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew6psXnJs_I
Galvanized by the jolt of pain in her arm, Knight made it to one knee in short order, but her desire to protect it from more punishment meant she didn’t note Penny stalking around on her six until the Acolyte THWHACKED a vicious Buzzsaw Kick off the side of her skull! Mattie grunted, crumpled to the deck and might’ve slopped onto her back if Tremblay hadn’t put a boot between her shoulders again.
BUZZSAW KICK @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcNpphOmlV0
“That’s far enough, sister.” she hissed. “Prostrate is a good look on you.” Clearing off when the blonde offered no reply, Penny threw herself into the ropes on the far side of the ring so she had plenty of momentum at her back when she busted out a gorgeous handspring with what would’ve been a perfect landing if she hadn’t THWHUNKED the point of her right knee across the base of Knight’s neck!
HANDSPRING KNEE DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QR6oHlbAuyA
Mattie’s arms flew to the back of her head, so Tremblay helped herself to the blonde’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her to the center of the ring. From there she rolled Knight onto her back, then dropped to all fours and scooted in so that her shoulders were snugged in against the pits of the blonde’s knees. It sure looked like the beginnings of a Jackknife Pin, but instead Penny looped her arms around the heathen’s thighs and secured them with an S-grip. On her feet immediately thereafter she rolled the supine surfer onto her belly, stepped over and dropped into a deep crouch to secure a nastily modified Boston Crab she called the Rat Trap.
RAT TRAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozkzYGwWMfI
“AAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAWWD!” Mattie shrieked as the hold punished her already aching spine. “GAAAAAAAAHHH LEGGO DAMMIT!”
Penny shook her head ‘no’, the newcomer’s face lit up in a bright, cruel smile. “Surrender yourself to Eternal Midnight, sister!” she taunted the wailing battler. “Only then will you know mercy!” Knight had no interest in Tremblay’s version of mercy, so she reaaaaaaaaached for the ropes in hopes of finding them close. No such luck, the zealot had her caught in the middle of the squared circle with a long way to go between her and anything like sanctuary. Oh so pleased by the heathen’s distress, Penny slid her grip a little higher up Knight’s thighs and crouched a little deeper, a subtle shift in positioning that greatly increased the pressure on her opponent’s lower back. Mattie responded with a ragged wail, then plunged both hands into her hair and pulled, a desperate attempt to distract herself from the pain.
“No tears, please.” Tremblay snarled at the writhing blonde. “It is a waste of good suffering. Now either surrender yourself to Eternal Midnight or rage against the inevitable for a little while longer. Whatever you do, don’t bore me.”
She bounced the strong, slim curve of her glutes against the small of Knight’s back to give the Surf Sister some idea of what might happen if the Twisted Sister were to grow bored. Still mired deep in Tremblay’s clutches, Mattie was forced to admit she’d have to make it to the ropes if she wanted to stay in this fight. Fortifying her nerves against the pain to come, Knight pressed both hands to the canvas and puuuuushed up until her arms were almost fully extended. Doing so did nothing for the anguish creeping up her spine, it did however greatly increase Mattie’s leverage and she set off for the ropes as fast as her position allowed. Penny didn’t bother to fight the resistance, after all she’d commanded the mewling wretch to action and she’d been obeyed. Which wasn’t to say the journey was easy, pleasant or even the direction Knight originally set.
Head craned over one shoulder, Tremblay adjusted her footing regularly to ensure the suffering Aussie headed toward a corner rather than the relative safety of the open ropes. Mattie tried to adjust her course more than once, but Penny stayed in control of her route so she grit her teeth and trudged onward. It took almost twenty seconds and Knight was crawling on her elbows by the end, yet the ropes were all of eight inches away, all she had to do was reach out and--
“Noooooooooooooooo!”
Tremblay stepped back the way they’d came, then twisted Mattie onto her back. Doing so brought immediate relief, though it didn’t distract Knight from the fact that the Churchgoer was now between her and the strands. “You deceitful bytch.” Mattie groaned as Penny carefully tucked the other woman’s shins beneath her armpits. “You were never going to let me make the ropes.”
“Correct.” the brunette agreed. “The intention was to offer hope, snatch it away then observe your reaction. I’d hoped for something a little more noteworthy than sniffling.”
Knight’s eyes narrowed as she pushed up on her elbows. “Screw you, punk. Just because I’m not Pandora doesn’t mean I’m not gonna make you WHOOOAAAHH!”
`Mention of the Black Court freelancer did nothing for Penny’s already foul temper, which was why she dropped backward to slingshot Knight into a face-first collision with the top turnbuck--NO! Mattie adjusted in mid-air and landed safely on the second rope.
“The heathen is safe, Penelope!” Miranda advised over the roar of the crowd. “Adjust accordingly.”
Tremblay made no reply, just scrambled to boot-leather and rounded on the corner as Knight sprang out and back, the highflying Aussie turning a half circle catch her opponent with a Rebound Diving Crossbo--SMECK! Disappointed groans when the true believer plucked her foe from the air neat as you please. Turning around to better show off her prize to all the other heathens, Penny twisted to the right, then snapped all the way to the left, thus swinging Mattie’s body under her grasping arm so she could THAWHUMP her back across the point of Tremblay’s left knee.
CATCHING SWINGING BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCU-zTGPANA
Knight rolled away in a daze, made it to her knees, then crumpled to the deck because Penny snatched a handful of hair. The resultant cover displayed no sense of urgency, rather it seemed little more than an excuse for the brunette to grrrrrrrrrrrrind the ridge of her forearm against Knight’s cheek while the official counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Mattie shot an arm into the air, the tenacious Surf Sister saved from defeat by little more than a whisper. Seemingly unperturbed by this heathenish resilience, Penny filled her hands with blonde hair and scraped the other woman off the mat. Knight’s knees shimmied something awful but she wasn’t upright long enough for it to be an issue, as Tremblay dipped a shoulder and welcomed the Aussie across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. Grabbing hold of Mattie’s left wrist while her other hand cupped her foe’s left calf, the Acolyte stomped to the middle of the ring, then spun around in a single circle that ended with her facing the far corner. Just like that she went up on her toes and bent over double, the motion so fast and so violent that Knight was spun off her perch and THWHUMPED down flat on her back. Mattie jolted hard, flopped over onto her stomach, one hand flying to the small of her devastated back while the other scrabbled and scraped at the thinly-sheathed plywood.
WASTELAND @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6O5RNdu7AtY
Penny paid these convulsions no mind, she was already stalking toward the corner. Upon reaching her destination Tremblay slipped between the ropes to the apron and sprang to the top floor in a single nimble leap. Standing up straight, Penny treated the whole arena to a dismissive glare before she leapt out into the void and snapped off a perfect mid-air crunch that ensured she was stretched out taut as a bowstring when her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMED down atop Mattie’s lower back! Penny bounced away from the collision, Mattie did not, she simply settled out in a facedown sprawl, the formerly kinetic highflier reduced to so much rubble in the wake of Tremblay’s Dying Breath.
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
Crawling back to her insensate crash-pad, Penny shot the Half Nelson and swung a leg over to take a seat on Knight’s chest, facing her feet. The Acolyte didn’t bother with a Matchbook, rather she pressed her hands to Mattie’s tummy and simply closed her eyes while Craig counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Penny got to her feet at the sound of the bell, but she didn’t raise her hand or offer a wrist, not even when Miranda entered the ring. Instead she seized her opponent’s ankles and stretched her legs into a wide ‘V’ as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“Ummmmh, Miranda? She knows she won, right?” Craig said to the Septa of Sorrow while Tremblay stepped through those parted stems with her right leg, then crossed ‘em over her thigh Sharpshooter-style.
“Very much so.” Wainright said with a nod. “I believe sister Penelope is simply working through some extra aggression. Fear not, arbiter. I’ll keep her from going too far.”
Craig didn’t like the sound of that at all, nor did his mood improve when Tremblay gripped those knotted legs and used ‘em to turn Mattie onto her belly. The torque on her spine brought Knight around in a hurry, unfortunately her situation only got worse when Penny trapped her arms in a Double Chickenwing and muscled the Aussie’s whole body off the mat!
LIAR'S CHAIR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ib5F5EXrrg
“AAAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Mattie shrieked. “LEMME GO! LEMME GO YOU BYTCH, YOU WON!”
Penny just bared her teeth and jostled the hold some more, the victorious brunette doing her best to bend her rival’s spine into a perfect ‘U’.
“Call her off, Miranda.” Craig said quietly. “Or I reverse the decision. Right now.”
Miranda looked to Penny and nodded once. “Enough, sister.”
Tremblay released her hooks and straightened up, the Acolyte finally allowing Wainright to raise her hand. “I have endured the wrath of Pandora and I am stronger than ever.” the lithesome brunette told the nearest camera. “If she could not destroy me, what chance do you stand?”
“I’ll answer that.” Miranda said with a smile.
“None. None whatsoever.”