Post by hawkeye on Feb 10, 2019 18:38:56 GMT
The pyro at the end of the opening video (the FAWN AV-Club producing another stellar package detailing the increased ferocity of one Adelaide Brewster following the injury of Lenore Lemarchand) was still fresh in the air when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight and shouted, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Thrills, Chills and Spills 2019! Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit! Introducing first, in the corner to my right, hailing from Russellville, Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, this is ELISHA KRANTZ!”
ELISHA KRANTZ:
The willowy redhead in a burgundy one-piece and black boots made no effort to step away from the buckles, instead she made a show of fluffing her hair before raising identical middle fingers for the Orlando neckbeards. Patently unimpressed by the basement dwelling hordes, Krantz muttered, “Don’t tire yourselves out too early, I want to hear you gnashing and wailing when I make this little bytch tap out.”
Quiet until the rancor died down, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. Please welcome to the FAWN Arena, ‘Sweet Disaster’ BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The house lights snapped over to a vibrant purple and a dozen spotlights played over every inch of the arena while the speakers launched into Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ Above the entryway the ‘tron flicked through a montage of the newcomer’s workouts at the Finishing School interspersed with footage of scaling a handful of sheer rock cliffs. The random sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned new FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. This earned her an immediate ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ chant from those familiar with her pre-FAWN work, but damned if it didn’t spread to the whole audience in a matter of seconds. Working very hard to maintain her composure, Stroud answered with a huge grin, then spun around on her heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For her first outing under the bright lights of FAWN she wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a silvery white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a good five seconds, Stroud just hanging around with hands on her hips until she finally decided to join Elisha in the ring.
Bounding over to Merle the instant she touched down, Bridget offered up her knees and elbows for inspection, then spun away and thanked the crowd with a final bicep flex. Her music started to fade, so Stroud jogged to her corner where she busted out a few last minute stretches. “Here I am again, standing in the shadow of one more mountain.” the brunette said under her breath. “It’s a pretty impressive view, but I’m going to enjoy it even more from a little higher up.”
Already hyped for the first FAWN PPV action of the new year, the TCS crowd got even louder at the sound of the bell. Bridget and Elisha responded with similar enthusiasm, both wrestlers leaving their corners immediately, albeit for very different reasons. For Stroud tonight was a chance to follow-up on the momentum of the Archive piece and introduce herself to a whole new audience. For Krantz tonight was all about erasing the embarrassment of All Hallows Evil and ruining the debut of an over-hyped indy darling.
Though she was no stranger to Elisha’s unpleasant reputation, Bridget was an honorable competitor above all else, so she extended a hand to the redhead when they got close enough to--
Krantz turned her head to the side with an aggressive pie-face, then followed it up with an equally rough shove. “Don’t even think about trying the faux-humble Gatorade ad shyt with me, new meat!” she barked in Bridget’s ear. “Everyone knows management rolled out the cash to get you signed! No trip to the Jungle, no time at the Finishing School, just a wheelbarrow full of money and a goddamned propaganda piece about just how great you NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Bridget shoved the taller woman back, but rather than follow with her mouth she led with her feet, the debuting brunette busting out a gorgeous vertical leap to THWHAP her boots against Elisha’s chin! The Dropkick sent Elisha to the deck in a hurry, though she bounced to a seat almost at once, one hand pressed to her jaw to make sure the sneaky bytch hadn’t broken any-- Stroud shoved her flat against the mat, turned on her heel, then dipped down just enough to bust out a gorgeous back-flip that THWHUMPED her across Krantz’s chest! Elisha’s legs popped up on impact, so Bridget hooked the far one to secure the first pin-attempt of her FAWN career.
STANDING DROPKICK / MOONSAULT COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxH5WNRBUSk
ONE…
TWO…
The redhead powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO’ though this didn’t seem to bother Stroud in the slightest. Helping herself to a stern handful of Elisha’s coppery locks, she hauled her off the mat and “OOOFFFFHHH!” Krantz clouted her chest with a quick Forearm Smash, then followed with a scathing Bytch Slap that swiveled her head a lot faster than the pie-face ever did. Snatching a double handful of the rookie’s hair before she could catch her bearings, Elisha gave Bridget’s noggin a hard shake accompanied by a half dozen Kneelifts that thum-thum-THUMPED off that taut tummy.
“Coddled tramp.” Krantz sneered once the brunette seemed suitably pacified. “Maybe destroying you in front of the world will earn me the hype video I so richly desEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Bridget swatted Elisha’s hands from her hair, then repaid the disrespect with a huge overhand Slap that CRAAACKED off her adversary’s décolletage! Happy to repay aggression and disrespect in equal measure, Stroud stepped after the reeling grappler so she could grind her forehead between Elisha’s eyes. “You don’t think I can hang, brat?” she hissed. “Don’t think I deserve to be here? Go ahead then. Send me back to the--”
Krantz hooked an arm around the back of the brunette’s noggin and pulled her down into a European Uppercut that THWHACKED across Stroud’s jaw! Bridget stumbled hard, might’ve bounced into the ropes if Elisha hadn’t caught a huge handful of hair at the nape of her neck. Incensed by the newcomer’s gall, the Titian Terror flattened her other hand into a paddle and slapped Bridget’s mouth once, twice, thrice! “DON’T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” she screamed. One more slap left Stroud reeling on the spot, so Elisha relinquished the hair-hold and lined up a huge Haymaker aimed at the point of her opponent’s chNO!
The former rock climber ducked beneath Krantz’s exposed arm, hooking it with her left bicep in the process. Back to back with the taller woman in what looked to be a half-Backslide, Stroud cupped her free (right) hand over the redhead’s chin and laid out flat to THWHONK Elisha down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Neckbreaker!
NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDJ-4TbW8I4
Krantz bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood to roll onto her knees, the crown of her head pressed to the canvas so she could swaddle her aching neck with her arms. Alas, Sweet Disaster didn’t give her nearly enough time for these ministrations to do any good, as she’d taken Krantz by the hair and left wrist almost immediately. Releasing the former just as soon as Elisha was on her feet, Stroud braced her right elbow against the side of her foe’s head and pushed while stretching that captured left arm across her belly and neatly threading her right leg over Krantz’s left thigh. It looked quite a bit like an Abdominal Stretch, but rather than target the other wrestler’s core, Bridget curled Elisha’s captured forearm behind her neck, then cupped chin and forehead in both hands so she could craaaaaaaaaaaaank the technician’s head to one side at a sharp, painful angle!
STANDING NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phm2E2CcVGM
Nodding her satisfaction as Krantz tugged and worried at her wrists, Bridget muttered, “Looks like I can tell you whatever I damned well please. And since I hate to repeat myself I’m only going to say it once.” She turned the head-palm into a hair pull, all the better to force Elisha’s head back a little farther. “Don’t ever slap me unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.”
“F*ck you, bytch.” Krantz tried to punch at Stroud’s midsection, but the angle meant she couldn’t get any power behind the blows. “You can’t threaten me. Stonecliffe showed the whole world just how to make you quiOOOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget jerked Elisha’s head down and brought her left knee up to meet the redhead’s chest. Elisha shuddered on the spot, so concerned about drawing a breath she didn’t argue when Stroud transitioned her into a Standing Headscissors. Locking her hands against Krantz’s tummy a moment later, Bridget advised, “For the sake of your own career, I’d keep that woman’s name out of your mouth as long as I’m within earshot.” Elisha offered nothing but a grumbled curse, so Stroud ‘hupped’ her up onto her shoulders and immediately dropped to her butt for a snappy little Sit-Out Powerbomb that THWHAMMED her burden in the center of the squared circle! Scooting forward a heartbeat after impact, Bridget folded the opposition into a near Matchbook while Merle and the FAWNatics counted…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBEWXOmddoI
ONE…
TWO…
Elisha ‘smecked’ her legs against the sides of Stroud’s noggin in a gammy Bell Ringer that freed her with a full second to spare. No issue with the count from the newcomer, she just shoved Krantz away, then got to one knee and ‘snapped’ her trunks back into place. On her feet promptly thereafter, she collected Elisha’s chin in both hands and peeled her off the mat before switching over to a Wristlock. This led to an Irish Whip for the redhead and a jaunt in the opposite direction for her opponent, Stroud intent on achieving top speed before she took to the skies for a Flying Crossbody Blo--
“OOOOOFFFHHH!”
Big trouble for Sweet Disaster when Krantz met her encroachment with a Dropkick of her own, the redhead’s boots THWHUMPING against her opponent’s tummy.
“What’s the matter, bytch? Butterflies in your stomach?” Elisha sneered while Stroud clutched her ribs and beat her heels against the canvas. “Oooohhh, I know what it is! You’re starting to realize you have no business breathing the rarified air of FAWN! Here, let’s see if I can’t help you acclimate to what will no doubt be a long career full of humiliating defeats!”
Fingers twined in the brunette’s hair, Krantz hauled her to boot leather, then lowered a shoulder and hoisted Bridget up in a Fireman’s Carry. No delay from the usually theatrical battler, she immediately went up on tiptoes and tossed Stroud off, all the better to THWHUMP the falling battler’s midsection across the sturdy porcelain plank of her right thigh! Bridget bounced off, hit the canvas on her back and immediately tumbled to her stomach, though she pulled both knees in close immediately thereafter.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R75ei1lsw8
Krantz didn’t care in the slightest, she simply crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked the wounded wrestler from the shoulders to the small of her back. “OWWW DAMMIT!” Stroud reared back on her knees, one hand flying to those fresh tracks. “I’m not your freaking scratching post, you witNNNGGGHHH!”
The Titian Terror snatched a double handful of hair and tugged her foe into a rough Hip Check that returned the newcomer to all fours. “You’re anything that I want you to be, shytstain.” Krantz sneered after she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “And right now I want you to be my little quitter bytch!”
“In your dreams, Krantz.” Bridget grunted. “I’m not about to throw in the towel for some ginger wannaHHHRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Oh so delighted to expose her opponent as the bleating, simpering victim Elisha knew her to be, the redhead yanked Stroud to boot leather, snuggled in against her left side and draped her left leg over the smaller woman’s left thigh. From there she slipped her left hand beneath Bridget’s right bicep and carefully pulled it away from her torso until she was able to secure an S-Grip against the side of Stroud’s face and craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3sYCxq-2WQ
“You’re not going to give up too fast, are you?” Krantz sneered following less than three seconds of torque. “I want to show all these people how much money the front office wasted giving you a contract!”
“Gonna take a lot more than your mouth and a second rate Abdominal Stretch to submit me.” Bridget grunted. “So you better up your game, little miss priSSUUGGGHHH!”
Elisha traded in the S-grip for a half-Chinlock that freed her right hand to slap-slap-SLAP her opponent’s taut belly. She followed with a slow, grinding elbow, the willowy redhead just draaaaaaaagging the point of that bony dagger up & down Stroud’s ribs. After that she curled that hand into a slight cup so she could let loose with three more slaps, all of these CLAPPING against the brunette’s glutes. “Nothing about me is second rate, idiot.” Krantz cooed. “You’d best remember that unless you’d enjoy an old fashioned Welcome to FAWN.” She punctuated the threat by hooking a thumb into Bridget’s waistband so she could ‘snap’ the material just below her navel.
Sweet Disaster stopped straining against the Stretch at once. “Don’t even think about it, Elisha. That’s a climb you’re not ready to maeeeerrrrrhhhhhh evil bytch!”
Elisha palmed Bridget’s right breast in her unoccupied hand and squeezed for five white-knuckled seconds. Then she released and peppered Stroud’s cheeks with teasing slaps before delivering the same treatment to that defenseless jugg. “Oh, this isn’t evil, it’s just a show of control!” Krantz giggled. “If it’s evil you’re after…” Elisha rubbed her thumb against the outline of Stroud’s nipple before twisting the defenseless flesh like she was searching for a radio station at the far end of the dial.
“ASK HER!” No humor in Krantz’s tone now, just ice cold malevolence as she tortured her opposition with the two-pronged attack. “Ask her when she wants to give up!”
“What do you say, Bridget?” Merle asked once the redhead finished her tirade. “Need me to call for the bell? Just say it and I’ll call for the--”
“Not on your life!” Bridget answered through clenched teeth. “I didn’t make it this far just to quit to a f*cking titty twistEEEERRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Krantz slipped her fingers under that purplish pink cup and resumed her hateful attack. Smirking in response to the round of wolf whistles her tweaking inspired, Elisha leaned in close and casually licked the side of Stroud’s face. “Did you really think Stonecliffe cornered the market on humiliating your overrated ass?” she murmured. “I’m going to do things to you that would get an indy show shut down in the Bible belNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Bridget punished her for the proximity with half a dozen quick punches delivered over the shoulder to the redhead’s noggin. Abandoning the pincer to quash this jailbreak as fast as she could, Krantz raaaaaaked her nails across Stroud’s eyes, then blew a kiss in Merle’s direction when he dared offer a warning. “So you want to keep fighting, huh bytch? Well let’s see how long your perky little Crossfit-ass lasts once I’ve got you on the mat.”
A second Eye Rake kept Bridget suitably distracted while Elisha traded in the Abdominal Stretch for a simple grip on Stroud’s right wrist, which she quickly snugged beneath the other woman’s chin cutthroat-style. From there she worked her head beneath the brunette’s left arm, then hooked her left arm under Bridget’s left thigh and muscled that leg off the mat in a standing Cradle. With Stroud down to one good leg and no functioning arms, Elisha dropped low and popped her hips to take the vaunted newcomer up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy a Cutthroat Regal-Plex she called The Red Dimension.
THE RED DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WK6_lqIYokw
Sweet Disaster tumbled over onto her belly, forcing Elisha to hook a Half Nelson before she shoveled Bridget onto her back and rolled into a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget shot an arm into the air, earning several cheers and a healthy round of applause from her burgeoning FAWN fan-base. More irritated by the crowd response than the resistance, Elisha slapped Stroud’s belly in a fit of pique, then rolled her onto her stomach and took a seat on her lower back. Facing the other wrestler’s feet, Krantz grabbed Stroud’s ankles and folded them over one another so the brunette’s heels were stuffed against her backside. Able to control the knotted limbs with a single hand, Elisha leaned back on Stroud and carefully slipped her right arm around Bridget’s left bicep. Reaching forward once the hook was secure, she stretched Stroud’s arm backward and grabbed hold of the former rock climber’s snugged ankles so that she was effectively controlling three limbs with a single hand! Still not done, she reached back with her left hand and tried to trap Bridget’s right arm, but the straining brunette kept it carefully defended.
“I want that arm.” Elisha bounced an elbow off the side of her foe’s noggin. “Give it to me. Now!”
Bridget had no intention of doing to so and told Krantz as such in much stronger language, unfortunately she couldn’t defend her arm and her head at the same time, meaning she was eventually forced to give up the former to protect the latter from several more of the redhead’s pounding elbows. Of course Elisha stopped pounding as soon as the arm came out so she could draw Stroud’s arm straight back in what was now effectively a Surfboard and a Double-Toed Leglock.
KRANTZ CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQ58dqJ0xUE
“What to do now, huh slut?” Elisha taunted once she’d grabbed the brunette’s toes for extra leverage. “Nowhere to go and nothing to do except bawl for the official and HOPE he can make me let you go!”
Bridget raised her head and shook out a ‘no!’ to make sure Merle knew her position on the subject of capitulation. “Trapping me is one thing, holding on is something else entirely.” she muttered after several painful seconds in the Krantz Cradle. “You’ve got weak hands, ‘Lishy. I can feel them giving way already.”
Krantz was sorely tempted to snatch a huge handful of hair, but she resisted the urge and continued to bear down on her paired holds. She grrrrrrrrooound her tush against the small of Bridget’s back and snapped, “You’re the only one giving way, bytchcakes. You’ll be nothing more than a smear on the mat when I finally get done with HEY!”
Stroud leaned back into the pressure and kicked her legs hard enough to free them from the redhead’s grasp! Of course her arms were still in Elisa’s possession, but now that her stems were free it didn’t take long for the rookie to slide out from underneath and struggle to a seat behind her irritated adversary. “What, you think you accomplished anything?” Elisha huffed. “All you’ve given me is a few more seconds to embarrass you in front of a worldwide audience!”
“Why so salty then, huh?” Bridget leaned hard against the redhead in the midst of getting her feet planted. “Maybe because you so confident I was going to tap out to your little human knot? Newsflash, ‘Lishy. You’re not tough enough to make me ERGH! Petty bytch!”
Krantz had bounced the back of her head against Stroud’s, a miniature Headbutt more obnoxious than painful. “Oh princess, I’ve got more than enough to make you tap out.” Elisha sneered. “Not that I’ll settle for a mere submission of course. I’ll make you beg to go crawling back to the indies before I let you leave this rinNNHHHH!”
Bridget interrupted with a return Headbutt, then tugged forward on the redhead’s arms and began struggling to verticality. Not about to let this, this… game show contestant wrest initiative from her, Krantz rose along with her adversary, redhead and brunette leaning into one another until they were steady enough to “WHOAAHH NO WAY, ASSHOLE!” Elisha bicycled her legs like a madwoman when Bridget hunched forward to draw her feet off the canvas and managed to set herself back on the thinly-sheathed plywood in the span of a couple heartbeats. Safely anchored once more, Krantz pulled her hips forward and thrust them back to THUMP those glutes into Stroud’s weakened lower back. “Yeah, that’s how it’s done, honey!” Elisha waggled her hips when she felt Bridget’s legs get loose. “And this is how I’ll show your ass to the whole arena!” The Titian Terror dropped to her knees and leaned forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas, a shift which hauled Bridget down and back until she was stacked on her shoulders, the debuting star’s legs kicked up over her head to show off her squirming backside just as Krantz threatened! A consummate professional, Merle paid the sight no mind, he only dropped to his knees and checked Stroud’s shoulders before counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget didn’t so much kick out as she did roll free, the former rock-climber tumbling through the back end of the somersault to end up on her feet with half a second to spare. Unsure of her rival’s location, Elisha leaned back on her haunches and--THWHAP! Stroud caught a double handful of hair, jerked her forward and slammed an exceedingly rough Hip Check into the side of the redhead’s face. Krantz swiveled to one side before crumpling to all fours, where she stayed until Bridget circled around and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. “You had so much fun showing my ass to the crowd, it only seemed fair to give you an even better look!” Sweet Disaster explained as she cinched her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. Elisha didn’t answer, not that the silence bothered Bridget in the slightest. Hooks set deep, she flipped Krantz onto her shoulders before moving both handholds to the redhead’s hips. Buzzing applause and several noticeable ‘ooooohhhh’s’ followed when Stroud showed off Destroyer-class power by spinning through one and half rotations en route to dropping to her tush to THA-WHAM Elisha against the deck with a gorgeous Spiral Bomb!
SPIRAL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ2G1TnUlGY
The impact bounced Krantz free of the traditional pinning predicament that followed such maneuvers, so Bridget simply scrambled over her chest in a Crossbody and hooked the leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Boos from those assembled when Elisha twitched a shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second. “Took a bad spill, babe.” Bridget told her adversary when she was back on her feet. “Are you strong enough to take another one?”
“Suuuhhhh… stronger than you’ll ever be.” Krantz groaned from one knee. “I EARNED my way onto this roster, unlike UUNNGGGH!”
Moving in from behind, Stroud caught Elisha’s left wrist in her right hand and vice-versa. She then drew Krantz’s arms tight against her neck and forced her to stand just long enough for the brunette to leave her feet in a perfect vertical leap. Knees stuffed between Elisha’s shoulders, Bridget let gravity return her to the mat and thus THWHUMP all the air from Krantz’s system with a beautiful Straightjacket Lungblower.
The Titian Terror jolted away from the landing or at least tried to, alas her efforts amounted to almost nothing because Stroud didn’t release Elisha’s wrists. Holding the taller grappler stretched out on her shins, Bridget slid her feet forward so they were wedged in the pits of Krantz’s knees. Doing so pushed Elisha forward onto her knees and made it that much easier for the brunette to crank her lithesome frame backward across those encroaching joints.
STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER & STRAIGHTJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H90FzLthX1o
Seated now, Bridget tugged the Straightjacket back n’ forth and muttered, “Don’t even start with that crap, ‘Lishy. I earned a spot on this roster, same as you. And I did it with moves like this!” She pushed her knees a little higher and leaaaaaaaaaned back, Sweet Disaster looking up at the lights while she tried to bend Elisha’s spine in a way nature never intended.
Worried by the increasingly unpleasant angle of his charge’s vertebrae, Merle asked, “You hanging in there, Elisha? Say the world and I’ll call for the bell!”
“F*CK OFF!” Krantz wailed. “THIS BYTCH ISN’T GONNA SHOWCASE ON MEEEEEEEEEHHHUUURRRRRRGGHHH!”
Bridget reefed on the Straightjacket that much harder and leaned forward so she was looking down into her foe’s reddening face. “I’d watch my tone if I were you.” the brunette growled. “Because this bytch is the only thing keeping you from tumbling off the mount--”
“Kiss my ass, slut.” Elisha hissed. “Better yet, lean a little closer so I can spit in your OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget corralled the other woman’s wrists in one hand, flattened her right into a paddle and just CRAAACKED Krantz’s exposed midsection with a whistling Overhand Slap! Elisha coughed, pulled free of the Straightjacket and slumped over so she could tend to her tummy and throat. She was still fighting to draw a breath when Bridget snagged a double handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “I’ve had just about enough of you.” Bridget grumbled as she let the redhead taste the power in her thighs. “But since you enjoy disrespect so much…”
Rather than secure the Waistlock Stroud let her fingers ‘walk’ down the curve of Krantz’s rump just so she could treat her rival to a ‘Thanks for having me!’ wedgie! Stroud smiled at the cheers, tacked on a single swat for good measure, then completed the Waistlock and muscled Elisha onto the point of her right shoulder. Krantz started to kick when her aching back bent over the brunette’s shoulder, but she was too worn out to escape, nor defend against Bridget’s hands, which clamped down on her biceps to muscle the redhead up for a Crucifix. Those that’d watched the Allard Archive knew what was coming and buzzed accordingly, those new to Sweet Disaster murmured their curiosity until Bridget looped her right arm across Elisha’s chest and swung her down into a freefalling Front Facelock and sat out on her tush to THAWHONK the redhead’s pate into the unforgiving canvas!
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
The Cliffhanger sent Krantz tumbling onto her back, the Titian Terror so pacified by the fall that she offered no complaint when Bridget sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a snug Reverse Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Stroud tossed the other wrestler’s leg aside and bounded to her feet so she could offer her wrist to Merle while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“That’s one.” Bridget raised an index finger to emphasize the point when a camera drew close. “Still near the bottom, but higher than where I started. High enough to do this, anyway.” She raised a boot, planted it atop Elisha’s chest and busted out a double bicep flex that drew the attention of a more than a few ringside photographers. “Climb’s just begun and I’m on my way.” the brunette said to no one in particular. “Can’t wait to see who’s next.”
ELISHA KRANTZ:
The willowy redhead in a burgundy one-piece and black boots made no effort to step away from the buckles, instead she made a show of fluffing her hair before raising identical middle fingers for the Orlando neckbeards. Patently unimpressed by the basement dwelling hordes, Krantz muttered, “Don’t tire yourselves out too early, I want to hear you gnashing and wailing when I make this little bytch tap out.”
Quiet until the rancor died down, the Announcer called, “And introducing her opponent. Hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. Please welcome to the FAWN Arena, ‘Sweet Disaster’ BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The house lights snapped over to a vibrant purple and a dozen spotlights played over every inch of the arena while the speakers launched into Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ Above the entryway the ‘tron flicked through a montage of the newcomer’s workouts at the Finishing School interspersed with footage of scaling a handful of sheer rock cliffs. The random sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned new FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. This earned her an immediate ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ chant from those familiar with her pre-FAWN work, but damned if it didn’t spread to the whole audience in a matter of seconds. Working very hard to maintain her composure, Stroud answered with a huge grin, then spun around on her heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For her first outing under the bright lights of FAWN she wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a silvery white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a good five seconds, Stroud just hanging around with hands on her hips until she finally decided to join Elisha in the ring.
Bounding over to Merle the instant she touched down, Bridget offered up her knees and elbows for inspection, then spun away and thanked the crowd with a final bicep flex. Her music started to fade, so Stroud jogged to her corner where she busted out a few last minute stretches. “Here I am again, standing in the shadow of one more mountain.” the brunette said under her breath. “It’s a pretty impressive view, but I’m going to enjoy it even more from a little higher up.”
Already hyped for the first FAWN PPV action of the new year, the TCS crowd got even louder at the sound of the bell. Bridget and Elisha responded with similar enthusiasm, both wrestlers leaving their corners immediately, albeit for very different reasons. For Stroud tonight was a chance to follow-up on the momentum of the Archive piece and introduce herself to a whole new audience. For Krantz tonight was all about erasing the embarrassment of All Hallows Evil and ruining the debut of an over-hyped indy darling.
Though she was no stranger to Elisha’s unpleasant reputation, Bridget was an honorable competitor above all else, so she extended a hand to the redhead when they got close enough to--
Krantz turned her head to the side with an aggressive pie-face, then followed it up with an equally rough shove. “Don’t even think about trying the faux-humble Gatorade ad shyt with me, new meat!” she barked in Bridget’s ear. “Everyone knows management rolled out the cash to get you signed! No trip to the Jungle, no time at the Finishing School, just a wheelbarrow full of money and a goddamned propaganda piece about just how great you NNNNGGGGHHH!”
Bridget shoved the taller woman back, but rather than follow with her mouth she led with her feet, the debuting brunette busting out a gorgeous vertical leap to THWHAP her boots against Elisha’s chin! The Dropkick sent Elisha to the deck in a hurry, though she bounced to a seat almost at once, one hand pressed to her jaw to make sure the sneaky bytch hadn’t broken any-- Stroud shoved her flat against the mat, turned on her heel, then dipped down just enough to bust out a gorgeous back-flip that THWHUMPED her across Krantz’s chest! Elisha’s legs popped up on impact, so Bridget hooked the far one to secure the first pin-attempt of her FAWN career.
STANDING DROPKICK / MOONSAULT COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxH5WNRBUSk
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TWO…
The redhead powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO’ though this didn’t seem to bother Stroud in the slightest. Helping herself to a stern handful of Elisha’s coppery locks, she hauled her off the mat and “OOOFFFFHHH!” Krantz clouted her chest with a quick Forearm Smash, then followed with a scathing Bytch Slap that swiveled her head a lot faster than the pie-face ever did. Snatching a double handful of the rookie’s hair before she could catch her bearings, Elisha gave Bridget’s noggin a hard shake accompanied by a half dozen Kneelifts that thum-thum-THUMPED off that taut tummy.
“Coddled tramp.” Krantz sneered once the brunette seemed suitably pacified. “Maybe destroying you in front of the world will earn me the hype video I so richly desEERRRGGGGHHH!”
Bridget swatted Elisha’s hands from her hair, then repaid the disrespect with a huge overhand Slap that CRAAACKED off her adversary’s décolletage! Happy to repay aggression and disrespect in equal measure, Stroud stepped after the reeling grappler so she could grind her forehead between Elisha’s eyes. “You don’t think I can hang, brat?” she hissed. “Don’t think I deserve to be here? Go ahead then. Send me back to the--”
Krantz hooked an arm around the back of the brunette’s noggin and pulled her down into a European Uppercut that THWHACKED across Stroud’s jaw! Bridget stumbled hard, might’ve bounced into the ropes if Elisha hadn’t caught a huge handful of hair at the nape of her neck. Incensed by the newcomer’s gall, the Titian Terror flattened her other hand into a paddle and slapped Bridget’s mouth once, twice, thrice! “DON’T EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” she screamed. One more slap left Stroud reeling on the spot, so Elisha relinquished the hair-hold and lined up a huge Haymaker aimed at the point of her opponent’s chNO!
The former rock climber ducked beneath Krantz’s exposed arm, hooking it with her left bicep in the process. Back to back with the taller woman in what looked to be a half-Backslide, Stroud cupped her free (right) hand over the redhead’s chin and laid out flat to THWHONK Elisha down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Neckbreaker!
NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDJ-4TbW8I4
Krantz bounced off the thinly-sheathed plywood to roll onto her knees, the crown of her head pressed to the canvas so she could swaddle her aching neck with her arms. Alas, Sweet Disaster didn’t give her nearly enough time for these ministrations to do any good, as she’d taken Krantz by the hair and left wrist almost immediately. Releasing the former just as soon as Elisha was on her feet, Stroud braced her right elbow against the side of her foe’s head and pushed while stretching that captured left arm across her belly and neatly threading her right leg over Krantz’s left thigh. It looked quite a bit like an Abdominal Stretch, but rather than target the other wrestler’s core, Bridget curled Elisha’s captured forearm behind her neck, then cupped chin and forehead in both hands so she could craaaaaaaaaaaaank the technician’s head to one side at a sharp, painful angle!
STANDING NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phm2E2CcVGM
Nodding her satisfaction as Krantz tugged and worried at her wrists, Bridget muttered, “Looks like I can tell you whatever I damned well please. And since I hate to repeat myself I’m only going to say it once.” She turned the head-palm into a hair pull, all the better to force Elisha’s head back a little farther. “Don’t ever slap me unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences.”
“F*ck you, bytch.” Krantz tried to punch at Stroud’s midsection, but the angle meant she couldn’t get any power behind the blows. “You can’t threaten me. Stonecliffe showed the whole world just how to make you quiOOOOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget jerked Elisha’s head down and brought her left knee up to meet the redhead’s chest. Elisha shuddered on the spot, so concerned about drawing a breath she didn’t argue when Stroud transitioned her into a Standing Headscissors. Locking her hands against Krantz’s tummy a moment later, Bridget advised, “For the sake of your own career, I’d keep that woman’s name out of your mouth as long as I’m within earshot.” Elisha offered nothing but a grumbled curse, so Stroud ‘hupped’ her up onto her shoulders and immediately dropped to her butt for a snappy little Sit-Out Powerbomb that THWHAMMED her burden in the center of the squared circle! Scooting forward a heartbeat after impact, Bridget folded the opposition into a near Matchbook while Merle and the FAWNatics counted…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBEWXOmddoI
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TWO…
Elisha ‘smecked’ her legs against the sides of Stroud’s noggin in a gammy Bell Ringer that freed her with a full second to spare. No issue with the count from the newcomer, she just shoved Krantz away, then got to one knee and ‘snapped’ her trunks back into place. On her feet promptly thereafter, she collected Elisha’s chin in both hands and peeled her off the mat before switching over to a Wristlock. This led to an Irish Whip for the redhead and a jaunt in the opposite direction for her opponent, Stroud intent on achieving top speed before she took to the skies for a Flying Crossbody Blo--
“OOOOOFFFHHH!”
Big trouble for Sweet Disaster when Krantz met her encroachment with a Dropkick of her own, the redhead’s boots THWHUMPING against her opponent’s tummy.
“What’s the matter, bytch? Butterflies in your stomach?” Elisha sneered while Stroud clutched her ribs and beat her heels against the canvas. “Oooohhh, I know what it is! You’re starting to realize you have no business breathing the rarified air of FAWN! Here, let’s see if I can’t help you acclimate to what will no doubt be a long career full of humiliating defeats!”
Fingers twined in the brunette’s hair, Krantz hauled her to boot leather, then lowered a shoulder and hoisted Bridget up in a Fireman’s Carry. No delay from the usually theatrical battler, she immediately went up on tiptoes and tossed Stroud off, all the better to THWHUMP the falling battler’s midsection across the sturdy porcelain plank of her right thigh! Bridget bounced off, hit the canvas on her back and immediately tumbled to her stomach, though she pulled both knees in close immediately thereafter.
GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R75ei1lsw8
Krantz didn’t care in the slightest, she simply crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaaked the wounded wrestler from the shoulders to the small of her back. “OWWW DAMMIT!” Stroud reared back on her knees, one hand flying to those fresh tracks. “I’m not your freaking scratching post, you witNNNGGGHHH!”
The Titian Terror snatched a double handful of hair and tugged her foe into a rough Hip Check that returned the newcomer to all fours. “You’re anything that I want you to be, shytstain.” Krantz sneered after she’d tucked some hair behind her ears. “And right now I want you to be my little quitter bytch!”
“In your dreams, Krantz.” Bridget grunted. “I’m not about to throw in the towel for some ginger wannaHHHRRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Oh so delighted to expose her opponent as the bleating, simpering victim Elisha knew her to be, the redhead yanked Stroud to boot leather, snuggled in against her left side and draped her left leg over the smaller woman’s left thigh. From there she slipped her left hand beneath Bridget’s right bicep and carefully pulled it away from her torso until she was able to secure an S-Grip against the side of Stroud’s face and craaaaaaaaaaaank back on the Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3sYCxq-2WQ
“You’re not going to give up too fast, are you?” Krantz sneered following less than three seconds of torque. “I want to show all these people how much money the front office wasted giving you a contract!”
“Gonna take a lot more than your mouth and a second rate Abdominal Stretch to submit me.” Bridget grunted. “So you better up your game, little miss priSSUUGGGHHH!”
Elisha traded in the S-grip for a half-Chinlock that freed her right hand to slap-slap-SLAP her opponent’s taut belly. She followed with a slow, grinding elbow, the willowy redhead just draaaaaaaagging the point of that bony dagger up & down Stroud’s ribs. After that she curled that hand into a slight cup so she could let loose with three more slaps, all of these CLAPPING against the brunette’s glutes. “Nothing about me is second rate, idiot.” Krantz cooed. “You’d best remember that unless you’d enjoy an old fashioned Welcome to FAWN.” She punctuated the threat by hooking a thumb into Bridget’s waistband so she could ‘snap’ the material just below her navel.
Sweet Disaster stopped straining against the Stretch at once. “Don’t even think about it, Elisha. That’s a climb you’re not ready to maeeeerrrrrhhhhhh evil bytch!”
Elisha palmed Bridget’s right breast in her unoccupied hand and squeezed for five white-knuckled seconds. Then she released and peppered Stroud’s cheeks with teasing slaps before delivering the same treatment to that defenseless jugg. “Oh, this isn’t evil, it’s just a show of control!” Krantz giggled. “If it’s evil you’re after…” Elisha rubbed her thumb against the outline of Stroud’s nipple before twisting the defenseless flesh like she was searching for a radio station at the far end of the dial.
“ASK HER!” No humor in Krantz’s tone now, just ice cold malevolence as she tortured her opposition with the two-pronged attack. “Ask her when she wants to give up!”
“What do you say, Bridget?” Merle asked once the redhead finished her tirade. “Need me to call for the bell? Just say it and I’ll call for the--”
“Not on your life!” Bridget answered through clenched teeth. “I didn’t make it this far just to quit to a f*cking titty twistEEEERRRRRRRHHHHH!”
Krantz slipped her fingers under that purplish pink cup and resumed her hateful attack. Smirking in response to the round of wolf whistles her tweaking inspired, Elisha leaned in close and casually licked the side of Stroud’s face. “Did you really think Stonecliffe cornered the market on humiliating your overrated ass?” she murmured. “I’m going to do things to you that would get an indy show shut down in the Bible belNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Bridget punished her for the proximity with half a dozen quick punches delivered over the shoulder to the redhead’s noggin. Abandoning the pincer to quash this jailbreak as fast as she could, Krantz raaaaaaked her nails across Stroud’s eyes, then blew a kiss in Merle’s direction when he dared offer a warning. “So you want to keep fighting, huh bytch? Well let’s see how long your perky little Crossfit-ass lasts once I’ve got you on the mat.”
A second Eye Rake kept Bridget suitably distracted while Elisha traded in the Abdominal Stretch for a simple grip on Stroud’s right wrist, which she quickly snugged beneath the other woman’s chin cutthroat-style. From there she worked her head beneath the brunette’s left arm, then hooked her left arm under Bridget’s left thigh and muscled that leg off the mat in a standing Cradle. With Stroud down to one good leg and no functioning arms, Elisha dropped low and popped her hips to take the vaunted newcomer up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy a Cutthroat Regal-Plex she called The Red Dimension.
THE RED DIMENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WK6_lqIYokw
Sweet Disaster tumbled over onto her belly, forcing Elisha to hook a Half Nelson before she shoveled Bridget onto her back and rolled into a Back Press good for the…
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TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget shot an arm into the air, earning several cheers and a healthy round of applause from her burgeoning FAWN fan-base. More irritated by the crowd response than the resistance, Elisha slapped Stroud’s belly in a fit of pique, then rolled her onto her stomach and took a seat on her lower back. Facing the other wrestler’s feet, Krantz grabbed Stroud’s ankles and folded them over one another so the brunette’s heels were stuffed against her backside. Able to control the knotted limbs with a single hand, Elisha leaned back on Stroud and carefully slipped her right arm around Bridget’s left bicep. Reaching forward once the hook was secure, she stretched Stroud’s arm backward and grabbed hold of the former rock climber’s snugged ankles so that she was effectively controlling three limbs with a single hand! Still not done, she reached back with her left hand and tried to trap Bridget’s right arm, but the straining brunette kept it carefully defended.
“I want that arm.” Elisha bounced an elbow off the side of her foe’s noggin. “Give it to me. Now!”
Bridget had no intention of doing to so and told Krantz as such in much stronger language, unfortunately she couldn’t defend her arm and her head at the same time, meaning she was eventually forced to give up the former to protect the latter from several more of the redhead’s pounding elbows. Of course Elisha stopped pounding as soon as the arm came out so she could draw Stroud’s arm straight back in what was now effectively a Surfboard and a Double-Toed Leglock.
KRANTZ CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQ58dqJ0xUE
“What to do now, huh slut?” Elisha taunted once she’d grabbed the brunette’s toes for extra leverage. “Nowhere to go and nothing to do except bawl for the official and HOPE he can make me let you go!”
Bridget raised her head and shook out a ‘no!’ to make sure Merle knew her position on the subject of capitulation. “Trapping me is one thing, holding on is something else entirely.” she muttered after several painful seconds in the Krantz Cradle. “You’ve got weak hands, ‘Lishy. I can feel them giving way already.”
Krantz was sorely tempted to snatch a huge handful of hair, but she resisted the urge and continued to bear down on her paired holds. She grrrrrrrrooound her tush against the small of Bridget’s back and snapped, “You’re the only one giving way, bytchcakes. You’ll be nothing more than a smear on the mat when I finally get done with HEY!”
Stroud leaned back into the pressure and kicked her legs hard enough to free them from the redhead’s grasp! Of course her arms were still in Elisa’s possession, but now that her stems were free it didn’t take long for the rookie to slide out from underneath and struggle to a seat behind her irritated adversary. “What, you think you accomplished anything?” Elisha huffed. “All you’ve given me is a few more seconds to embarrass you in front of a worldwide audience!”
“Why so salty then, huh?” Bridget leaned hard against the redhead in the midst of getting her feet planted. “Maybe because you so confident I was going to tap out to your little human knot? Newsflash, ‘Lishy. You’re not tough enough to make me ERGH! Petty bytch!”
Krantz had bounced the back of her head against Stroud’s, a miniature Headbutt more obnoxious than painful. “Oh princess, I’ve got more than enough to make you tap out.” Elisha sneered. “Not that I’ll settle for a mere submission of course. I’ll make you beg to go crawling back to the indies before I let you leave this rinNNHHHH!”
Bridget interrupted with a return Headbutt, then tugged forward on the redhead’s arms and began struggling to verticality. Not about to let this, this… game show contestant wrest initiative from her, Krantz rose along with her adversary, redhead and brunette leaning into one another until they were steady enough to “WHOAAHH NO WAY, ASSHOLE!” Elisha bicycled her legs like a madwoman when Bridget hunched forward to draw her feet off the canvas and managed to set herself back on the thinly-sheathed plywood in the span of a couple heartbeats. Safely anchored once more, Krantz pulled her hips forward and thrust them back to THUMP those glutes into Stroud’s weakened lower back. “Yeah, that’s how it’s done, honey!” Elisha waggled her hips when she felt Bridget’s legs get loose. “And this is how I’ll show your ass to the whole arena!” The Titian Terror dropped to her knees and leaned forward until her forehead was pressed to the canvas, a shift which hauled Bridget down and back until she was stacked on her shoulders, the debuting star’s legs kicked up over her head to show off her squirming backside just as Krantz threatened! A consummate professional, Merle paid the sight no mind, he only dropped to his knees and checked Stroud’s shoulders before counting off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Bridget didn’t so much kick out as she did roll free, the former rock-climber tumbling through the back end of the somersault to end up on her feet with half a second to spare. Unsure of her rival’s location, Elisha leaned back on her haunches and--THWHAP! Stroud caught a double handful of hair, jerked her forward and slammed an exceedingly rough Hip Check into the side of the redhead’s face. Krantz swiveled to one side before crumpling to all fours, where she stayed until Bridget circled around and drew her into a Standing Headscissors. “You had so much fun showing my ass to the crowd, it only seemed fair to give you an even better look!” Sweet Disaster explained as she cinched her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. Elisha didn’t answer, not that the silence bothered Bridget in the slightest. Hooks set deep, she flipped Krantz onto her shoulders before moving both handholds to the redhead’s hips. Buzzing applause and several noticeable ‘ooooohhhh’s’ followed when Stroud showed off Destroyer-class power by spinning through one and half rotations en route to dropping to her tush to THA-WHAM Elisha against the deck with a gorgeous Spiral Bomb!
SPIRAL BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ2G1TnUlGY
The impact bounced Krantz free of the traditional pinning predicament that followed such maneuvers, so Bridget simply scrambled over her chest in a Crossbody and hooked the leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Boos from those assembled when Elisha twitched a shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second. “Took a bad spill, babe.” Bridget told her adversary when she was back on her feet. “Are you strong enough to take another one?”
“Suuuhhhh… stronger than you’ll ever be.” Krantz groaned from one knee. “I EARNED my way onto this roster, unlike UUNNGGGH!”
Moving in from behind, Stroud caught Elisha’s left wrist in her right hand and vice-versa. She then drew Krantz’s arms tight against her neck and forced her to stand just long enough for the brunette to leave her feet in a perfect vertical leap. Knees stuffed between Elisha’s shoulders, Bridget let gravity return her to the mat and thus THWHUMP all the air from Krantz’s system with a beautiful Straightjacket Lungblower.
The Titian Terror jolted away from the landing or at least tried to, alas her efforts amounted to almost nothing because Stroud didn’t release Elisha’s wrists. Holding the taller grappler stretched out on her shins, Bridget slid her feet forward so they were wedged in the pits of Krantz’s knees. Doing so pushed Elisha forward onto her knees and made it that much easier for the brunette to crank her lithesome frame backward across those encroaching joints.
STRAIGHTJACKET LUNGBLOWER & STRAIGHTJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H90FzLthX1o
Seated now, Bridget tugged the Straightjacket back n’ forth and muttered, “Don’t even start with that crap, ‘Lishy. I earned a spot on this roster, same as you. And I did it with moves like this!” She pushed her knees a little higher and leaaaaaaaaaned back, Sweet Disaster looking up at the lights while she tried to bend Elisha’s spine in a way nature never intended.
Worried by the increasingly unpleasant angle of his charge’s vertebrae, Merle asked, “You hanging in there, Elisha? Say the world and I’ll call for the bell!”
“F*CK OFF!” Krantz wailed. “THIS BYTCH ISN’T GONNA SHOWCASE ON MEEEEEEEEEHHHUUURRRRRRGGHHH!”
Bridget reefed on the Straightjacket that much harder and leaned forward so she was looking down into her foe’s reddening face. “I’d watch my tone if I were you.” the brunette growled. “Because this bytch is the only thing keeping you from tumbling off the mount--”
“Kiss my ass, slut.” Elisha hissed. “Better yet, lean a little closer so I can spit in your OOOOFFFFHHHH!”
Bridget corralled the other woman’s wrists in one hand, flattened her right into a paddle and just CRAAACKED Krantz’s exposed midsection with a whistling Overhand Slap! Elisha coughed, pulled free of the Straightjacket and slumped over so she could tend to her tummy and throat. She was still fighting to draw a breath when Bridget snagged a double handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “I’ve had just about enough of you.” Bridget grumbled as she let the redhead taste the power in her thighs. “But since you enjoy disrespect so much…”
Rather than secure the Waistlock Stroud let her fingers ‘walk’ down the curve of Krantz’s rump just so she could treat her rival to a ‘Thanks for having me!’ wedgie! Stroud smiled at the cheers, tacked on a single swat for good measure, then completed the Waistlock and muscled Elisha onto the point of her right shoulder. Krantz started to kick when her aching back bent over the brunette’s shoulder, but she was too worn out to escape, nor defend against Bridget’s hands, which clamped down on her biceps to muscle the redhead up for a Crucifix. Those that’d watched the Allard Archive knew what was coming and buzzed accordingly, those new to Sweet Disaster murmured their curiosity until Bridget looped her right arm across Elisha’s chest and swung her down into a freefalling Front Facelock and sat out on her tush to THAWHONK the redhead’s pate into the unforgiving canvas!
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
The Cliffhanger sent Krantz tumbling onto her back, the Titian Terror so pacified by the fall that she offered no complaint when Bridget sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a snug Reverse Matchbook good for the…
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TWO…
THREE!
Stroud tossed the other wrestler’s leg aside and bounded to her feet so she could offer her wrist to Merle while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“That’s one.” Bridget raised an index finger to emphasize the point when a camera drew close. “Still near the bottom, but higher than where I started. High enough to do this, anyway.” She raised a boot, planted it atop Elisha’s chest and busted out a double bicep flex that drew the attention of a more than a few ringside photographers. “Climb’s just begun and I’m on my way.” the brunette said to no one in particular. “Can’t wait to see who’s next.”