Post by dsb on Mar 17, 2019 18:07:43 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Heartbroken! Our opening contest is--” Inner Circle's ‘Bad Boys’ pumped from the speakers, the crowd rising as one to welcome with boos and jeers aplenty FAWN’s One Woman Riot Squad. The woman who was supposed to serve and protect pushed through the curtain and paused at the top of the ramp, the beautifully exotic brunette regarding the lawless louts of Orlando with open scorn.
STEPHANIE ROCKER:
Having caught his bearings, the Announcer tried again. “Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s fiercest standard bearer among the forces of Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Hands on her hips, the Sarge, Stephanie having been promoted among her fellow badge-wearers if not the FAWN roster, scanned the crowd. She zeroed in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few scribbled notes in a poised pad. The formerly blonde battler, having gone to a more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights, turned her attention to the ring and the mealy official within. She headed down the ramp, scanning for more perps as she went.
Rocker was clad in the familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was currently sheathed by the black-leather trench coat over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of leg and belly to force the ne’er-do-wells to get their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, namely a gun-belt snugged around her hips--and though there's no piece to be seen, a nightstick WAS visible, as were a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomped up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker settled in against the buckles, her keen gaze locked on the entryway.
“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. She’s one 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 highlights from her first month of matches interspersed with footage of her 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 FAWN tyro skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a burgeoning cacophony crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made in the last few weeks. Still not used to the near overwhelming presence of the FAWN Arena
Stroud favored them with a huge grin before she spun around on one 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 second PPV outing she sported 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.
Exchanging a high five with Merle the referee shortly after she hit the canvas, 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. “Looking to lock me up, huh Sarge?” Bridget asked softly. “Hope you came to the ring ready for a fight. Because I’m not about to go quietly.”
Practically salivating at the thought of scuffing some of the shine off this glorified game show contestant, the Sarge gave her nightstick a final twirl before tucking it into her gun belt. “Gonna have to doff the gear, Steph.” Merle said a trifle nervously. “Can’t have you going all cruel and unusual between the bells.”
Rocker scoffed as she undid the belt and laid it carefully beneath the bottom turnbuckle. “As if I need any extra help roughing up that little scofflaw. Just ring the bell and stay out of the way. This one’s mine.”
The referee backed off a ways, turned and looked to Bridget, who waited in the opposite corner with her elbows resting on the top rope and one foot braced against the middle turnbuckle. “Ready, Bridget?”
“More than. Police Academy over there doesn’t know what she’s in for.”
Stephanie’s eyes narrowed but the brunette said nothing, at least until the bell sounded and she headed for the center of the ring. “Speak louder when you’re addressing me, brat. I could barely hear you over the shaking in your boots.”
Stroud strode out to meet her, the newcomer going straight for Rocker despite the crowd murmuring a warning against such a direct confrontation. “Can you hear me now, baby?” Bridget chided when they were a few inches apart. “Or should I UUUGGGHH!”
Rocker shoveled a heavy right hand into the other woman’s tummy, then cinched an arm around her noggin and cinched that Side Headlock on TIGHT! “Disrespectful little shyt.” Steph snapped as she ground Stroud’s temple against the point of her hip. “I should’ve known a D-List reality star like yourself would have no respect for Law and Ord--I don’t think so, honey!”
Bridget pressed a hand to the small of Rocker’s back and hustled ‘em a few steps closer to the ropes to build up some momentum when she tried to shove Stephanie away, but the veteran battler promptly dropped to one knee and jerked Stroud’s head from side to side to thwart the effort.
“That the best you’ve got, slime ball?” Rocker taunted amidst her efforts to grow cauliflower in Bridget’s ears. “Guess the buzz I’ve heard over the wire was sadly exaggeraWHOOAAH”
Sweet Disaster wrapped her arms around Stephanie’s waist and muscled her up by six inches or so with little more than a soft grunt of exertion. Already displeased by the sudden loss of leverage, Rocker got angry when Stroud began marching her way toward the strands. Working the Headlock harder than ever, Stephanie made it a point to drag one forearm under her opponent’s nose until Stroud was forced to return her to the canvas. “Bytch I don’t know what’s going through this thick skull of yours, but any more disobedience like that and I’ll--”
Bridget dropped into a deep crouch and popped her hips to take the L.A. native up, over and DOWN, Stephanie landing high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Holding onto Waistlock even after the Backdrop Suplex obliterated her foe’s headlock, Stroud pushed onto tiptoe in hopes of keeping the matchbooked brunette down for…
BACKDROP SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMZXlyoBABM
ONE…
TWO…
Rocker bucked free at the clap of ‘TWO!’ and scrambled / scooted her way into the nearest set of strands so she could regard her opponent with wide, hateful eyes. “Just who the hell do you think you are, rookie?”
Bridget glared daggers right back, the ingénue rubbing at the back of her aching skull. “Someone who appreciates the real cops far too much to be impressed with some tawdy Strip-o-Gram version. Now can we keep wrestling or do you want to threaten me with some hard time?”
Fuming over the disrespect, Rocker got up and raked a hand through her hair. “Hard time is far too gentle for a piece of garbage like you.” she explained. “Far as I’m concerned you’ve just earned yourself a perp walk around the entire building.”
Bridget stretched her arms wide, planted one foot on the mat in front of her and swept an invisible line back and forth. “Come on then, Sarge. Show me what you’ve--”
‘Got’ never reached her lips because Stephanie exploded off the ropes and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Bridget answered it as best she could, but Rocker had momentum and anger on her side, not to mention the heel of one palm just maaaaaaaashing against the point of her nose. Eyes watering, Stroud couldn’t stop Steph from leading her back to the closest corner and stuffing her against the buckles. Moving both hands to the rookie’s chin the instant Bridget had nowhere to go, Rocker pushed as hard as she could to bend Stroud’s neck backward over the rubber-coated steel at a hellacious angle.
“All right Stephanie, she’s in the ropes. Give me a clean break!” Merle cajoled after a few more seconds of roughhousing.
Instead of a break the zebra got a look that could’ve melted steel. “That’s Sergeant Rocker to you, you lumpy reprobate! Hands where I can see ‘em!”
Merle did as ordered, then looked sheepish when he remembered he was the only one with actual authority. “I said break the hold, Stephanie! ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Rocker raised both hands high for what looked like a clean break until she CRAAACKED a double-barreled Overhand Slap down on her opponent’s décolletage! “Don’t bother pleading for leniency now!” The Sarge swatted Stroud’s protecting hands aside so she could treat herself to a greedy squeeze of the newcomer’s cups. “You’re looking at the maximum sentence with no possibility of parNNNGGHH!”
Bridget smashed the stereo claws loose with a single hard Forearm Smash, then backed Rocker off a few steps thanks to a quick Headbutt between the eyes. “Keep your hands offa my top, sweetheart.” she threatened. “Unless you want to find out what a real death grip feels HHHRRRRRGGHH!”
Stephanie plowed the broadside of her thigh up across Stroud’s tummy and followed up with a straight right to the chin before the newcomer could finish wheezing. From there she wrapped a hand around Bridget’s left bicep and cupped the other across the nape of her neck. “Get outta my sight, you bum!” Rocker demanded even as she pulled away and flung Stroud out of the corner with a textbook Biel Toss that THWHAMMED her opponent down flat on her back halfway across the squared circle!
Bridget landed hard, but bounced to a seat and spun to one knee within seconds, an act which Rocker perceived as nothing less than a gateway offense to far more serious-- Bridget stood up and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Come on, punk! Come and get it!”
Stephanie rushed out to silence the ne’er-do-well with a looping Haymaker swung straight at-- Sweet Disaster plucked Rocker’s left wrist from the air, stretched the limb out full length and subjected it to a blink and you’ll miss it Arm Wringer. Positioned off to her adversary’s left side, Bridget threaded that tweaked arm into the pit of her right knee half a heartbeat before she threaded that leg over top of Rocker’s left thigh. Then she grabbed Sarge’s right forearm and drew the limb backward until she could trap it beneath her own left armpit. Right hand free and clear, Stroud snapped off a little salute to the crowd before she cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED half a dozen hard open palmed slaps against Stephanie’s exposed flank.
ARM-TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp2CJNo16gA
“Let go of me, dirtbag!” Rocker grunted after she’d spent several fruitless seconds trying to escape the Abdominal Stretch. “Don’t make me call for back AAAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAHHHK!”
Bridget curled her free hand into a wide claw and gouged it deep into her opponent’s midsection. “Oh, I’m sorry Sarge, were you saying something? I was just trying to drill my way through this soft little midsection of yours!”
Extremely displeased by this turn of events, Rocker strained her barred arm until she managed to snatch a huge handful of hair. “Let go of me you pampered little bytch.” she demanded in the midst of yanking her opponent’s head backward. “You don’t want to rack up any more charges, do UUGGGHH!”
Bridget broke the claw, curled that hand into a fist and pumped it into Stephanie’s ribs once, twice, three times! “Let go of my hair, Sarge.” the ingénue grunted. “Or I’ll make you sorOOOOOWWWW!”
Rocker twisted her wrist in Stroud’s dark locks and redoubled her violent tugging. “Hey, get off the hair, Stephanie!” Merle said of the blatant infraction. “You know you can’t--”
“Don’t order me around, puke!” the trapped brunette barked. “Mouth off one more time and I’ll bust you for aiding and abettAARRH AAARRRRRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, DAMMIT!”
Bridget did indeed have hold of her foe’s hair, a massive handful she used to jounce Rocker’s noggin no less than half a dozen times. “All right, knock that tacky shyt off right now!” Merle shouted. “No one here wants a double DQ, right!” Neither answered as promptly as the zebra would’ve liked, so he began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Bridget and Stephanie released almost simultaneously, though the break didn’t stop the latter from raking the cheek of the former. “Better learn to respect my authority, little girl.” Rocker chided in the wake of Stroud’s surprised squeal. “Otherwise I’ll OOOFFFHH!”
Sweet Disaster pounded a heavy Elbow Smash into that defenseless stretch of ribs, then released the Abdominal Stretch so she could swing around on the other side and strap both arms around the other brunette’s waist. Squeezing a little (ok, a lot) harder than she really needed to, Bridget dipped her knees and muscled Rocker off her feet like she was nothing more than a particularly awkward sack of laundry.
With Sarge angled diagonally across her torso (legs just above Stroud’s left shoulder, head and shoulders almost directly east of the former rock climber’s right hip) the FAWNatics offered up some impressed applause that grew all the louder when Bridget snapped backward to THWHUMP her burden chest and tummy-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Hands locked tight through and after impact, Stroud somersaulted over the flattened Angelino to get back to her feet with Rocker still dangling from the Gutwrench.
“Like what you see?” Bridget strode toward the hard camera as she asked her question. Those in attendance replied in the affirmative, so the brunette dropped into a deep crouch to make sure she got a whole lotta power when she popped up and laid out on her back to sling Stephanie halfway across the ring with a huge Gutwrench Suplex!
ROLLING KARELIN LIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gB5mZdz0Lmo
Rocker landed flat, then sat up like the canvas was electrified only to get flattened right back out when Bridget scrambled over and pushed her down. Settling in snug across the other brunette’s chest, Stroud hooked the far leg and drew it up to Stephanie’s chin while Merle and the crowd counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rocker shot an arm up with half a second to spare, her defiantly raised middle finger a clear indicator that she wasn’t about to let this perp off so easily. “That’s real nice.” Bridget taunted once she’d hauled the woozy wrestler up in a Front Facelock. “Do you even have a badge number? I couldn’t find one printed anywhere on your top.”
Stephanie answered with a grunt and a few weak punches to her ribs, so Stroud stuffed a knee into her belly, then slung the near arm across the back of her neck and grabbed hold of those dark blue trunks. All set now, she got low and earned another round of applause when she muscled Rocker all the way to high noon in a seemingly effortless Vertical Supl--
Stephanie crunched in on herself to deliver a pair of quick knees to the crown of her attacker’s noggin. Bridget swayed in place and tried to hold on but Sarge hit one more and that was the magic number to get her back to terra firma. Far from discouraged, Stroud took a moment to gather her wits before--
Rocker braced her hands against the rookie’s hips and pushed up and out, the Sarge sending Bridget launching into the lights for a short, unpleasant descent that ended with her landing hard on her chest! Awkward and painful though the landing was, Stroud scrambled to boot-leather almost at once, unfortunately Rocker was ready and waiting. Or rather, already in motion, as the nimble brunette vaulted skyward in a gorgeous vertical leap that culminated with both boots THWHAPPING against her opponent’s mush!
POP-UP FACE PLANT & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aKJuQ0ah5k
Bridget was knocked flat but quickly rolled onto her side, one hand pressed to her aching jaw. She was rubbing the worst of the ache away when Stephanie sauntered over and buried both hands in her hair. “Where’s that tough talk now, dirtbag? Huh, where’d it go?” Rocker was all glinting eyes and bared teeth as pulled Bridget’s hair like she meant to tear it off her scalp. Merle didn’t bother with a warning this time around, he simply started the count which only helped Stroud in that it expedited her return to verticality. Not that she got much time to celebrate mind you, as Sarge immediately CRAAACKED a slap off her face, then slipped an arm between her legs and scooped the other brunette up across her chest.
“Doesn’t look so tuff now, does she?” Steph called to the jeering FAWNatics as she paraded her prize around the ring. “Just another squealing rat trying to escape the crushing jaws of justice!”
“The hell I am.” Bridget grunted. “You can’t build anything strong enough to hold NNNNGGGGHH!”
Rocker abruptly dropped to one knee to drive the other brunette’s ribs across the post of her thigh. Stroud jolted as her left side exploded in anguish, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to free her from Stephanie’s grasp before the veteran stood up and muscled her onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. Or rather it would’ve been a Fireman’s Carry if she hadn’t stuffed her right hand against the newcomer’s sternum. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of Bridget’s trunks, she pointed the both of them at a corner on the far side of the squared circle and set off at a run. Half a dozen steps was all it took to close the distance, then Rocker hit the brakes and hurled Stroud from her precarious perch to BWUUUNG spine-first against the top turnbuckle!
BACKBREAKER & FIREMAN'S CARRY TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDIVkTPgPX8
Bridget pinballed forward, lost her balance but had the presence of mind to hook her arms over the top rope, thus keeping uprig--THAWHAP! The Sarge came in hot with a low-flying Avalanche Splash that smashed every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds against Bridget’s unsuspecting chest and tummy. “That’s right, sit your ass DOWN, perp!” Rocker shouted as Sweet Disaster crumpled to her tush with a weary thud.
Satisfied this scant slice of rookie bikini meat wasn’t going anywhere, Stephanie spun around on her heel and strolled out to the midway point, swatting her backside as she made the trip. “ALL EYES ON ME, SLIMEBALLS!” she shouted to the jeering throng. “IT’S TIME YOU REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENS TO ANYONE WHO STANDS IN THE WAY OF LAW AND ORDER!”
The sold out crowd amped up their disdain, *butt* it quickly turned to sympathetic groans when the Sarge rushed back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED the full weight of her glutes into the side of Stroud’s face! Bridget’s head whiplashed away from the callipygian wrecking ball, alas the proximity of the bottom turnbuckle meant she had nowhere else to go when Rocker thrust her hips back that much farther and scrubbed that encroaching ass back and forth across Stroud’s nose until Merle reached ’FOUR!’ on his count!
AVALANCHE, HIP CHECK & STINK FACE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVjedUxPAtI
“Don’t waste your breath quoting the rules to me, scumwad.” Stephanie barked at the referee. “I know the law and the law says I have until five!” Zeroing in on the perp once the meddling civilian was put in his place, Rocker seized Stroud’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the canvas just so she could fold them up somewhere north of Bridget’s ears, then sit down on those straining haunches in a domineering Matchbook that got her the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Stroud powered free with half a second to spare, the former rock climber showing veteran instincts in turning onto her stomach to escape another pin attempt.
Stephanie didn’t resume pursuit at once, rather she paused to cast a baleful glance in the direction of the official. “Tampering with an ongoing investigation now, are we? That’s an impressive rap sheet you’re building, asshole.”
“Hey, I wasn’t doing anything!” Merle protested. “She just beat the three count, that’s--”
“Save it for the judge,” Rocker interrupted. “I’ve got a perp to cuff.”
Snuggling in on the other brunette’s left side, Steph reached over Bridget’s torso, grabbed hold of her right wrist and pulled her whole arm back at an awkward angle that only got moreso when the Sarge threaded her right leg beneath the captured limb. In the same motion she hooked her left leg over Stroud’s left shoulder. It wasn’t quite a Headscissors because her ankles weren’t locked and she wasn’t applying any pressure, but it still brought Bridget to life in a squirming panic when the other brunette took hold of the fingers on her right hand and began bending them back toward her own forearm. “Don’t think the ropes are going to save you, dirtbag.” Stephanie sneered as her opponent tried crawling toward the edge of the ring. “My cuffs will have you in tears before we make it two feet!”
CUFF 'EM, LOU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSB1u95GBiY
“Haven’t tapped out yet, honey.” Stroud huffed. “Better get to work before I slip through your fingEEERRRHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!”
Rocker clamped down on the trapped tyro’s left elbow and yanked in backward until she was able to stretch the whole arm out and trap Bridget’s hand in the snug triangle created by forearm, bicep and torso. In control of both arms now, the blue-clad brunette continued to CRANK on Stroud’s fingers which in turn put more and more torque on her shoulder and elbow. “Suspect is in custody!” Stephanie crowed after she’d ground her butt against Stroud’s protesting back. “Confession is imminent, she’s blubbering like a punDAMMIT!”
Sweet Disaster twisted her left wrist and managed to affix a claw to her attacker’s side, not too far above her left hip. The surprise of that painful jolt broke Rocker’s concentration long enough for Bridget to wrest her right hand out of the Sarge’s cuffs. Jamming that elbow into the canvas like it was a piton, Stroud hauled the both of ‘em across as much square footage as she could manage before Stephanie reclaimed her grip.
“Just for that you’re going into solitary after the be-- hell no, you’re not getting off on a technicality!”
But Stroud had already twisted her torso around in a quarter circle and stretched her right leg just enough to drape an ankle over the bottom rope. “Break it! Break the hold you wanna-be strip-o-graMMRRRGGHHH!”
Rocker plunged her hands into the newcomer’s hair and scraped her face against the rough canvas right up until the moment Merle counted ‘FI--’ Then she was on her feet and jabbing a finger into his chest. “That’s the last time you interfere with my investigation, asshole! I know she’s a punk, you know she’s a punk, I’ll make her admit it any goddamned way I see fit, understand?”
The ref pointed to his stripes in a reminder of his own authority, but Rocker had already turned away to haul the weary brunette to boot-leather. Stuffing her into the ropes with a short Shoulderblock between the tits, Stephanie helped herself to a wrist and taunted, “You’re done, slimeball. I’m going to paste your mugshot all over town!”
She took two steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent Stroud racing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Rocker didn’t follow, instead she threw herself into the ropes at her back to make sure she was moving at top speed when she left her feet in a gorgeous Flying Crossbody leveled directly at the other brunette’s che-- Bridget didn’t just catch Stephanie out of the air, she used Rocker’s impact to power a back-flip that effectively THAWHUMPED the Sarge into the deck as victim of a Moonsault Fall-Away Slam!
MOONSAULT FALL-AWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HekGYhB13g
Bounced back on her haunches in the wake of the thunderous counter, Stroud showed the cheering FAWNatics a brawny double bicep flex, then cupped Steph’s ears and hauled the stunned battler to her feet. “Guess you should’ve called for back-up, huh baby?” Bridget hissed in her opponent’s ear after she’d hooked her right arm across Stephanie’s chest so that hand was cupped under the Sarge’s left arm. Helping herself to Rocker’s waistband with her other hand, Stroud swung around to face the hard camera and shouted, “WHAT GOES UP,” she yaaaaaaaanked on Stephanie’s blue briefs, the wedgie strong and mean enough to force the other brunette onto tiptoe. “MUST COME DOWN!” Sweet Disaster hoisted Rocker off her feet with the assistance of those distended togs and laid out on her right side to plant Steph on the deck with a resounding THAWHAM!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Rocked Bottoms bounced Rocker onto her stomach, one hand flying to that high-cutting wedgie, the other angled across the back of her aching skull. Stroud paid no attention to either of these meager defenses, choosing instead to peel her opposition off the mat once again. Situated on Rocker’s left side, Bridget hooked her left thigh over Stephanie’s, then grabbed the other brunette’s right wrist and drew that arm up and back until it was pinned beneath the rookie’s left arm. It was almost a perfect Abdominal Stretch, especially once Stroud cupped Stephanie’s chin in her left hand, but she didn’t reef backward or even attack the veteran’s exposed midsection. No, Bridget curved her right hand into a wide, scooped claw and snugged it over her opponent’s pain-crimped face!
“MMMMRRRRRRHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Rocker started thrashing at once, the Sarge desperate to free her features from that white-knuckled grip.
“You want out?” Bridget asked as she began to bear down on the Abdominal Stretch proper. “Break my grip, honey! Or tap out!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Stephanie was already tugging and scratching at Stroud’s wrist, but her escape efforts only encouraged Sweet Disaster to dig her fingers deeper into the other wrestler’s hairline.
“C’mon, that all you got?” Bridget snapped as she mashed her palm into Rocker’s nose. “Where’s that bad bytch who was gonna make me tap--”
Stephanie reached down and swatted her tormentor’s posted thigh over and over again. “STAAAAAHHHP! AYH SUBMID!”
Stroud grinned as the bell CLANGED and she relinquished the Death Grip but not the Abdominal Stretch, choosing to keep Rocker displayed for a smile and a sturdy bicep flex while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… BRIDGET STROUD!”
Bridget dropped Stephanie like a bad habit and treated herself to a victory lap around the squared circle. “STILL CLIMBING!” she told the cheering crowd once she’d mounted a corner facing the stage. “THE MOUNTAIN CAN THROW WHATEVER IT WANTS AT ME, BUT I’LL NEVER STOP--”
Stroud trailed off, her eyes narrowing in concern when the dark haired figure emerged from the shadows of the entryway. Paying no notice to the jeering heathens, Penelope Tremblay raised one hand and offered Sweet Disaster a slow wave as she said two words.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Bridget was too far to hear what she said, thankfully the erstwhile camera crew had thrown Penny up on the ‘tron and Stroud had always had a knack for reading lips.
‘Climb faster.’
Tremblay flashed an unpleasant smile, then turned around and disappeared into the gloom of the entryway.
“So you want to race to the top?” Bridget asked under her breath. “Game on, honey. Game on.”
STEPHANIE ROCKER:
Having caught his bearings, the Announcer tried again. “Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, she stands five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds, she is America’s fiercest standard bearer among the forces of Law and Order….. STEPHANIE ROCKER!”
Hands on her hips, the Sarge, Stephanie having been promoted among her fellow badge-wearers if not the FAWN roster, scanned the crowd. She zeroed in on the worst of the lawbreakers in attendance, making a few scribbled notes in a poised pad. The formerly blonde battler, having gone to a more natural-looking brunette with honey blonde highlights, turned her attention to the ring and the mealy official within. She headed down the ramp, scanning for more perps as she went.
Rocker was clad in the familiar L&O togs of years gone by, a dark blue fightin' two-piece with a gold badge pattern emblazoned on the left breast. Of course her attire was currently sheathed by the black-leather trench coat over it, but her stroll provided enough glimpses of leg and belly to force the ne’er-do-wells to get their minds right. Some unusual accessories accompany the Sarge, namely a gun-belt snugged around her hips--and though there's no piece to be seen, a nightstick WAS visible, as were a pair of blue-steel handcuffs.
Ignoring the insults hurled her way, the brunette stomped up the steps and moved to her corner. Shrugging off her coat, Rocker settled in against the buckles, her keen gaze locked on the entryway.
“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. She’s one 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 highlights from her first month of matches interspersed with footage of her 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 FAWN tyro skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a burgeoning cacophony crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made in the last few weeks. Still not used to the near overwhelming presence of the FAWN Arena
Stroud favored them with a huge grin before she spun around on one 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 second PPV outing she sported 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.
Exchanging a high five with Merle the referee shortly after she hit the canvas, 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. “Looking to lock me up, huh Sarge?” Bridget asked softly. “Hope you came to the ring ready for a fight. Because I’m not about to go quietly.”
Practically salivating at the thought of scuffing some of the shine off this glorified game show contestant, the Sarge gave her nightstick a final twirl before tucking it into her gun belt. “Gonna have to doff the gear, Steph.” Merle said a trifle nervously. “Can’t have you going all cruel and unusual between the bells.”
Rocker scoffed as she undid the belt and laid it carefully beneath the bottom turnbuckle. “As if I need any extra help roughing up that little scofflaw. Just ring the bell and stay out of the way. This one’s mine.”
The referee backed off a ways, turned and looked to Bridget, who waited in the opposite corner with her elbows resting on the top rope and one foot braced against the middle turnbuckle. “Ready, Bridget?”
“More than. Police Academy over there doesn’t know what she’s in for.”
Stephanie’s eyes narrowed but the brunette said nothing, at least until the bell sounded and she headed for the center of the ring. “Speak louder when you’re addressing me, brat. I could barely hear you over the shaking in your boots.”
Stroud strode out to meet her, the newcomer going straight for Rocker despite the crowd murmuring a warning against such a direct confrontation. “Can you hear me now, baby?” Bridget chided when they were a few inches apart. “Or should I UUUGGGHH!”
Rocker shoveled a heavy right hand into the other woman’s tummy, then cinched an arm around her noggin and cinched that Side Headlock on TIGHT! “Disrespectful little shyt.” Steph snapped as she ground Stroud’s temple against the point of her hip. “I should’ve known a D-List reality star like yourself would have no respect for Law and Ord--I don’t think so, honey!”
Bridget pressed a hand to the small of Rocker’s back and hustled ‘em a few steps closer to the ropes to build up some momentum when she tried to shove Stephanie away, but the veteran battler promptly dropped to one knee and jerked Stroud’s head from side to side to thwart the effort.
“That the best you’ve got, slime ball?” Rocker taunted amidst her efforts to grow cauliflower in Bridget’s ears. “Guess the buzz I’ve heard over the wire was sadly exaggeraWHOOAAH”
Sweet Disaster wrapped her arms around Stephanie’s waist and muscled her up by six inches or so with little more than a soft grunt of exertion. Already displeased by the sudden loss of leverage, Rocker got angry when Stroud began marching her way toward the strands. Working the Headlock harder than ever, Stephanie made it a point to drag one forearm under her opponent’s nose until Stroud was forced to return her to the canvas. “Bytch I don’t know what’s going through this thick skull of yours, but any more disobedience like that and I’ll--”
Bridget dropped into a deep crouch and popped her hips to take the L.A. native up, over and DOWN, Stephanie landing high and tight on the back of her head and shoulders! Holding onto Waistlock even after the Backdrop Suplex obliterated her foe’s headlock, Stroud pushed onto tiptoe in hopes of keeping the matchbooked brunette down for…
BACKDROP SUPLEX HOLD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMZXlyoBABM
ONE…
TWO…
Rocker bucked free at the clap of ‘TWO!’ and scrambled / scooted her way into the nearest set of strands so she could regard her opponent with wide, hateful eyes. “Just who the hell do you think you are, rookie?”
Bridget glared daggers right back, the ingénue rubbing at the back of her aching skull. “Someone who appreciates the real cops far too much to be impressed with some tawdy Strip-o-Gram version. Now can we keep wrestling or do you want to threaten me with some hard time?”
Fuming over the disrespect, Rocker got up and raked a hand through her hair. “Hard time is far too gentle for a piece of garbage like you.” she explained. “Far as I’m concerned you’ve just earned yourself a perp walk around the entire building.”
Bridget stretched her arms wide, planted one foot on the mat in front of her and swept an invisible line back and forth. “Come on then, Sarge. Show me what you’ve--”
‘Got’ never reached her lips because Stephanie exploded off the ropes and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. Bridget answered it as best she could, but Rocker had momentum and anger on her side, not to mention the heel of one palm just maaaaaaaashing against the point of her nose. Eyes watering, Stroud couldn’t stop Steph from leading her back to the closest corner and stuffing her against the buckles. Moving both hands to the rookie’s chin the instant Bridget had nowhere to go, Rocker pushed as hard as she could to bend Stroud’s neck backward over the rubber-coated steel at a hellacious angle.
“All right Stephanie, she’s in the ropes. Give me a clean break!” Merle cajoled after a few more seconds of roughhousing.
Instead of a break the zebra got a look that could’ve melted steel. “That’s Sergeant Rocker to you, you lumpy reprobate! Hands where I can see ‘em!”
Merle did as ordered, then looked sheepish when he remembered he was the only one with actual authority. “I said break the hold, Stephanie! ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Rocker raised both hands high for what looked like a clean break until she CRAAACKED a double-barreled Overhand Slap down on her opponent’s décolletage! “Don’t bother pleading for leniency now!” The Sarge swatted Stroud’s protecting hands aside so she could treat herself to a greedy squeeze of the newcomer’s cups. “You’re looking at the maximum sentence with no possibility of parNNNGGHH!”
Bridget smashed the stereo claws loose with a single hard Forearm Smash, then backed Rocker off a few steps thanks to a quick Headbutt between the eyes. “Keep your hands offa my top, sweetheart.” she threatened. “Unless you want to find out what a real death grip feels HHHRRRRRGGHH!”
Stephanie plowed the broadside of her thigh up across Stroud’s tummy and followed up with a straight right to the chin before the newcomer could finish wheezing. From there she wrapped a hand around Bridget’s left bicep and cupped the other across the nape of her neck. “Get outta my sight, you bum!” Rocker demanded even as she pulled away and flung Stroud out of the corner with a textbook Biel Toss that THWHAMMED her opponent down flat on her back halfway across the squared circle!
Bridget landed hard, but bounced to a seat and spun to one knee within seconds, an act which Rocker perceived as nothing less than a gateway offense to far more serious-- Bridget stood up and beckoned the other brunette forward. “Come on, punk! Come and get it!”
Stephanie rushed out to silence the ne’er-do-well with a looping Haymaker swung straight at-- Sweet Disaster plucked Rocker’s left wrist from the air, stretched the limb out full length and subjected it to a blink and you’ll miss it Arm Wringer. Positioned off to her adversary’s left side, Bridget threaded that tweaked arm into the pit of her right knee half a heartbeat before she threaded that leg over top of Rocker’s left thigh. Then she grabbed Sarge’s right forearm and drew the limb backward until she could trap it beneath her own left armpit. Right hand free and clear, Stroud snapped off a little salute to the crowd before she cra-cra-cra-CRAAACKED half a dozen hard open palmed slaps against Stephanie’s exposed flank.
ARM-TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp2CJNo16gA
“Let go of me, dirtbag!” Rocker grunted after she’d spent several fruitless seconds trying to escape the Abdominal Stretch. “Don’t make me call for back AAAAAAHHHHHHHH FAAAAHHHK!”
Bridget curled her free hand into a wide claw and gouged it deep into her opponent’s midsection. “Oh, I’m sorry Sarge, were you saying something? I was just trying to drill my way through this soft little midsection of yours!”
Extremely displeased by this turn of events, Rocker strained her barred arm until she managed to snatch a huge handful of hair. “Let go of me you pampered little bytch.” she demanded in the midst of yanking her opponent’s head backward. “You don’t want to rack up any more charges, do UUGGGHH!”
Bridget broke the claw, curled that hand into a fist and pumped it into Stephanie’s ribs once, twice, three times! “Let go of my hair, Sarge.” the ingénue grunted. “Or I’ll make you sorOOOOOWWWW!”
Rocker twisted her wrist in Stroud’s dark locks and redoubled her violent tugging. “Hey, get off the hair, Stephanie!” Merle said of the blatant infraction. “You know you can’t--”
“Don’t order me around, puke!” the trapped brunette barked. “Mouth off one more time and I’ll bust you for aiding and abettAARRH AAARRRRRRHHH HAIR! HAIR, DAMMIT!”
Bridget did indeed have hold of her foe’s hair, a massive handful she used to jounce Rocker’s noggin no less than half a dozen times. “All right, knock that tacky shyt off right now!” Merle shouted. “No one here wants a double DQ, right!” Neither answered as promptly as the zebra would’ve liked, so he began to count. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Bridget and Stephanie released almost simultaneously, though the break didn’t stop the latter from raking the cheek of the former. “Better learn to respect my authority, little girl.” Rocker chided in the wake of Stroud’s surprised squeal. “Otherwise I’ll OOOFFFHH!”
Sweet Disaster pounded a heavy Elbow Smash into that defenseless stretch of ribs, then released the Abdominal Stretch so she could swing around on the other side and strap both arms around the other brunette’s waist. Squeezing a little (ok, a lot) harder than she really needed to, Bridget dipped her knees and muscled Rocker off her feet like she was nothing more than a particularly awkward sack of laundry.
With Sarge angled diagonally across her torso (legs just above Stroud’s left shoulder, head and shoulders almost directly east of the former rock climber’s right hip) the FAWNatics offered up some impressed applause that grew all the louder when Bridget snapped backward to THWHUMP her burden chest and tummy-first into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Hands locked tight through and after impact, Stroud somersaulted over the flattened Angelino to get back to her feet with Rocker still dangling from the Gutwrench.
“Like what you see?” Bridget strode toward the hard camera as she asked her question. Those in attendance replied in the affirmative, so the brunette dropped into a deep crouch to make sure she got a whole lotta power when she popped up and laid out on her back to sling Stephanie halfway across the ring with a huge Gutwrench Suplex!
ROLLING KARELIN LIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gB5mZdz0Lmo
Rocker landed flat, then sat up like the canvas was electrified only to get flattened right back out when Bridget scrambled over and pushed her down. Settling in snug across the other brunette’s chest, Stroud hooked the far leg and drew it up to Stephanie’s chin while Merle and the crowd counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rocker shot an arm up with half a second to spare, her defiantly raised middle finger a clear indicator that she wasn’t about to let this perp off so easily. “That’s real nice.” Bridget taunted once she’d hauled the woozy wrestler up in a Front Facelock. “Do you even have a badge number? I couldn’t find one printed anywhere on your top.”
Stephanie answered with a grunt and a few weak punches to her ribs, so Stroud stuffed a knee into her belly, then slung the near arm across the back of her neck and grabbed hold of those dark blue trunks. All set now, she got low and earned another round of applause when she muscled Rocker all the way to high noon in a seemingly effortless Vertical Supl--
Stephanie crunched in on herself to deliver a pair of quick knees to the crown of her attacker’s noggin. Bridget swayed in place and tried to hold on but Sarge hit one more and that was the magic number to get her back to terra firma. Far from discouraged, Stroud took a moment to gather her wits before--
Rocker braced her hands against the rookie’s hips and pushed up and out, the Sarge sending Bridget launching into the lights for a short, unpleasant descent that ended with her landing hard on her chest! Awkward and painful though the landing was, Stroud scrambled to boot-leather almost at once, unfortunately Rocker was ready and waiting. Or rather, already in motion, as the nimble brunette vaulted skyward in a gorgeous vertical leap that culminated with both boots THWHAPPING against her opponent’s mush!
POP-UP FACE PLANT & DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aKJuQ0ah5k
Bridget was knocked flat but quickly rolled onto her side, one hand pressed to her aching jaw. She was rubbing the worst of the ache away when Stephanie sauntered over and buried both hands in her hair. “Where’s that tough talk now, dirtbag? Huh, where’d it go?” Rocker was all glinting eyes and bared teeth as pulled Bridget’s hair like she meant to tear it off her scalp. Merle didn’t bother with a warning this time around, he simply started the count which only helped Stroud in that it expedited her return to verticality. Not that she got much time to celebrate mind you, as Sarge immediately CRAAACKED a slap off her face, then slipped an arm between her legs and scooped the other brunette up across her chest.
“Doesn’t look so tuff now, does she?” Steph called to the jeering FAWNatics as she paraded her prize around the ring. “Just another squealing rat trying to escape the crushing jaws of justice!”
“The hell I am.” Bridget grunted. “You can’t build anything strong enough to hold NNNNGGGGHH!”
Rocker abruptly dropped to one knee to drive the other brunette’s ribs across the post of her thigh. Stroud jolted as her left side exploded in anguish, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to free her from Stephanie’s grasp before the veteran stood up and muscled her onto her shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry. Or rather it would’ve been a Fireman’s Carry if she hadn’t stuffed her right hand against the newcomer’s sternum. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of Bridget’s trunks, she pointed the both of them at a corner on the far side of the squared circle and set off at a run. Half a dozen steps was all it took to close the distance, then Rocker hit the brakes and hurled Stroud from her precarious perch to BWUUUNG spine-first against the top turnbuckle!
BACKBREAKER & FIREMAN'S CARRY TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDIVkTPgPX8
Bridget pinballed forward, lost her balance but had the presence of mind to hook her arms over the top rope, thus keeping uprig--THAWHAP! The Sarge came in hot with a low-flying Avalanche Splash that smashed every bit of her hundred and twenty-plus pounds against Bridget’s unsuspecting chest and tummy. “That’s right, sit your ass DOWN, perp!” Rocker shouted as Sweet Disaster crumpled to her tush with a weary thud.
Satisfied this scant slice of rookie bikini meat wasn’t going anywhere, Stephanie spun around on her heel and strolled out to the midway point, swatting her backside as she made the trip. “ALL EYES ON ME, SLIMEBALLS!” she shouted to the jeering throng. “IT’S TIME YOU REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENS TO ANYONE WHO STANDS IN THE WAY OF LAW AND ORDER!”
The sold out crowd amped up their disdain, *butt* it quickly turned to sympathetic groans when the Sarge rushed back the way she’d came and THWHUMPED the full weight of her glutes into the side of Stroud’s face! Bridget’s head whiplashed away from the callipygian wrecking ball, alas the proximity of the bottom turnbuckle meant she had nowhere else to go when Rocker thrust her hips back that much farther and scrubbed that encroaching ass back and forth across Stroud’s nose until Merle reached ’FOUR!’ on his count!
AVALANCHE, HIP CHECK & STINK FACE @ 00:22
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pVjedUxPAtI
“Don’t waste your breath quoting the rules to me, scumwad.” Stephanie barked at the referee. “I know the law and the law says I have until five!” Zeroing in on the perp once the meddling civilian was put in his place, Rocker seized Stroud’s ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaagged her out into the center of the canvas just so she could fold them up somewhere north of Bridget’s ears, then sit down on those straining haunches in a domineering Matchbook that got her the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Stroud powered free with half a second to spare, the former rock climber showing veteran instincts in turning onto her stomach to escape another pin attempt.
Stephanie didn’t resume pursuit at once, rather she paused to cast a baleful glance in the direction of the official. “Tampering with an ongoing investigation now, are we? That’s an impressive rap sheet you’re building, asshole.”
“Hey, I wasn’t doing anything!” Merle protested. “She just beat the three count, that’s--”
“Save it for the judge,” Rocker interrupted. “I’ve got a perp to cuff.”
Snuggling in on the other brunette’s left side, Steph reached over Bridget’s torso, grabbed hold of her right wrist and pulled her whole arm back at an awkward angle that only got moreso when the Sarge threaded her right leg beneath the captured limb. In the same motion she hooked her left leg over Stroud’s left shoulder. It wasn’t quite a Headscissors because her ankles weren’t locked and she wasn’t applying any pressure, but it still brought Bridget to life in a squirming panic when the other brunette took hold of the fingers on her right hand and began bending them back toward her own forearm. “Don’t think the ropes are going to save you, dirtbag.” Stephanie sneered as her opponent tried crawling toward the edge of the ring. “My cuffs will have you in tears before we make it two feet!”
CUFF 'EM, LOU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSB1u95GBiY
“Haven’t tapped out yet, honey.” Stroud huffed. “Better get to work before I slip through your fingEEERRRHHH FAAAAAAAHHHHHHHK!”
Rocker clamped down on the trapped tyro’s left elbow and yanked in backward until she was able to stretch the whole arm out and trap Bridget’s hand in the snug triangle created by forearm, bicep and torso. In control of both arms now, the blue-clad brunette continued to CRANK on Stroud’s fingers which in turn put more and more torque on her shoulder and elbow. “Suspect is in custody!” Stephanie crowed after she’d ground her butt against Stroud’s protesting back. “Confession is imminent, she’s blubbering like a punDAMMIT!”
Sweet Disaster twisted her left wrist and managed to affix a claw to her attacker’s side, not too far above her left hip. The surprise of that painful jolt broke Rocker’s concentration long enough for Bridget to wrest her right hand out of the Sarge’s cuffs. Jamming that elbow into the canvas like it was a piton, Stroud hauled the both of ‘em across as much square footage as she could manage before Stephanie reclaimed her grip.
“Just for that you’re going into solitary after the be-- hell no, you’re not getting off on a technicality!”
But Stroud had already twisted her torso around in a quarter circle and stretched her right leg just enough to drape an ankle over the bottom rope. “Break it! Break the hold you wanna-be strip-o-graMMRRRGGHHH!”
Rocker plunged her hands into the newcomer’s hair and scraped her face against the rough canvas right up until the moment Merle counted ‘FI--’ Then she was on her feet and jabbing a finger into his chest. “That’s the last time you interfere with my investigation, asshole! I know she’s a punk, you know she’s a punk, I’ll make her admit it any goddamned way I see fit, understand?”
The ref pointed to his stripes in a reminder of his own authority, but Rocker had already turned away to haul the weary brunette to boot-leather. Stuffing her into the ropes with a short Shoulderblock between the tits, Stephanie helped herself to a wrist and taunted, “You’re done, slimeball. I’m going to paste your mugshot all over town!”
She took two steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent Stroud racing across the ring with an Irish Whip. Rocker didn’t follow, instead she threw herself into the ropes at her back to make sure she was moving at top speed when she left her feet in a gorgeous Flying Crossbody leveled directly at the other brunette’s che-- Bridget didn’t just catch Stephanie out of the air, she used Rocker’s impact to power a back-flip that effectively THAWHUMPED the Sarge into the deck as victim of a Moonsault Fall-Away Slam!
MOONSAULT FALL-AWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HekGYhB13g
Bounced back on her haunches in the wake of the thunderous counter, Stroud showed the cheering FAWNatics a brawny double bicep flex, then cupped Steph’s ears and hauled the stunned battler to her feet. “Guess you should’ve called for back-up, huh baby?” Bridget hissed in her opponent’s ear after she’d hooked her right arm across Stephanie’s chest so that hand was cupped under the Sarge’s left arm. Helping herself to Rocker’s waistband with her other hand, Stroud swung around to face the hard camera and shouted, “WHAT GOES UP,” she yaaaaaaaanked on Stephanie’s blue briefs, the wedgie strong and mean enough to force the other brunette onto tiptoe. “MUST COME DOWN!” Sweet Disaster hoisted Rocker off her feet with the assistance of those distended togs and laid out on her right side to plant Steph on the deck with a resounding THAWHAM!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Rocked Bottoms bounced Rocker onto her stomach, one hand flying to that high-cutting wedgie, the other angled across the back of her aching skull. Stroud paid no attention to either of these meager defenses, choosing instead to peel her opposition off the mat once again. Situated on Rocker’s left side, Bridget hooked her left thigh over Stephanie’s, then grabbed the other brunette’s right wrist and drew that arm up and back until it was pinned beneath the rookie’s left arm. It was almost a perfect Abdominal Stretch, especially once Stroud cupped Stephanie’s chin in her left hand, but she didn’t reef backward or even attack the veteran’s exposed midsection. No, Bridget curved her right hand into a wide, scooped claw and snugged it over her opponent’s pain-crimped face!
“MMMMRRRRRRHHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Rocker started thrashing at once, the Sarge desperate to free her features from that white-knuckled grip.
“You want out?” Bridget asked as she began to bear down on the Abdominal Stretch proper. “Break my grip, honey! Or tap out!”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Stephanie was already tugging and scratching at Stroud’s wrist, but her escape efforts only encouraged Sweet Disaster to dig her fingers deeper into the other wrestler’s hairline.
“C’mon, that all you got?” Bridget snapped as she mashed her palm into Rocker’s nose. “Where’s that bad bytch who was gonna make me tap--”
Stephanie reached down and swatted her tormentor’s posted thigh over and over again. “STAAAAAHHHP! AYH SUBMID!”
Stroud grinned as the bell CLANGED and she relinquished the Death Grip but not the Abdominal Stretch, choosing to keep Rocker displayed for a smile and a sturdy bicep flex while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… BRIDGET STROUD!”
Bridget dropped Stephanie like a bad habit and treated herself to a victory lap around the squared circle. “STILL CLIMBING!” she told the cheering crowd once she’d mounted a corner facing the stage. “THE MOUNTAIN CAN THROW WHATEVER IT WANTS AT ME, BUT I’LL NEVER STOP--”
Stroud trailed off, her eyes narrowing in concern when the dark haired figure emerged from the shadows of the entryway. Paying no notice to the jeering heathens, Penelope Tremblay raised one hand and offered Sweet Disaster a slow wave as she said two words.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Bridget was too far to hear what she said, thankfully the erstwhile camera crew had thrown Penny up on the ‘tron and Stroud had always had a knack for reading lips.
‘Climb faster.’
Tremblay flashed an unpleasant smile, then turned around and disappeared into the gloom of the entryway.
“So you want to race to the top?” Bridget asked under her breath. “Game on, honey. Game on.”