Post by dsb on May 13, 2019 18:12:20 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, 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 burgeoning highlight reel 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 ityro 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 building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her first few months on the roster.
Growing more and more comfortable with the sheer noise and scope 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 dropped to the canvas with a crisp little ‘thump’.
Bumping knuckles with the erstwhile Merle once she was safely ensconced in the squared circle, Bridget offered up her knees and elbows for inspection, then spun away and thanked the crowd with a final bicep flex. “Domi as bratty as I’ve heard, Merle?” Stroud asked as her music started.
“Oh no, she’s much, much worse. Watch yourself tonight, Bridget.”
Sweet Disaster grinned and headed for her corner. “Challenge accepted.”
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bHhpufKRjs
The crowd was still cheering their hearts out for the newcomer when the speakers kicked into Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause.’ Despite the title and the catchy beat, those assembled for Spring Break did anything but.
Swishing through the curtain a moment later, Dominique Daly greeted the jeers with a beaming smirk, the former Lightweight Champion raising her hands to dare the great unwashed to grow that much louder. They and the Malicious Mite reveled in their hatred, knowing damned well it came from a place of jealousy centered squarely on her unparalleled high flying.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
Tonight the diminutive destroyer sported a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Allowing the hatred to build alongside her music, Domi abruptly threw her head back, cupped both hands around her mouth and bellowed, “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompanies her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Bridget Stroud. Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer finished his duties.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mightiest Mite… the Gold Standard… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
“Don’t you forget it, new girl.” Domi said softly. Not interested in a response from her opposition, the former Lightweight Champ whipped around, dropped low and ‘walked’ on her hands to the opposite corner to enjoy a few more warm-upsbefore her floor routine began.
Finishing her stretches as the bell sounded, Domi took the top rope in both hands and gave it a single hard downward tug before padding out of the corner. “Fight happens out here, little girl, don’t be shy.” Daly extended a hand to Stroud, beckoning her forward. “I know it can be intimidating when a flavor of the month like you comes face to face with a genuine superstar, but I won’t embarrass you TOO badly.” Dominique stopped, smiled at the other brunette. “Unless you make me come looking for you. Then I make no promises.”
Not put out of countenance in the least by Daly’s threats, Bridget replied, “Don’t worry Domi, I wouldn’t dream of making you wait any lo-oh, hold on.” The newcomer raised an index finger and earned a round of chuckles from the FAWNatics when she dropped to one knee and made an elaborate show of retying the laces on one boot. Smiling as she returned to her full height, Stroud went on, “Sorry about that. As I was saying, I wouldn’t dream of making you--”
Daly flew in like sudden doom, the former Lightweight Champion landing with her feet braced on Bridget’s thighs. Stroud was driven back against the buckles with a soft ‘bwung’, the noise barely registering before Domi laced both hands across the base of her neck and laid out flat on her back to send the indy darling soaring halfway across the ring with a textbook Monkey Fl--’OOOOOHHHHHH!’
Chuckles gave way to impressed applause as Bridget adjusted in mid-air to land on her feet as easily as any lightweight on the roster. Looking over one shoulder to grin at Daly (who was on one knee looking rather unimpressed), Stroud spun in a half circle and invited the other brunette to join her. “What are you waiting for, sweetie? I don’t have all daNNNGGGHHH!”
Dominique threw herself into a graceful forward roll, popped up in front of Sweet Disaster and CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a disrespectful Bytch Slap! “Oh, you don’t have the time for me, new meat?” Daly barked as Bridget cleared her head. “Announcer said we’ve got twenty minutes, that’s MORE than enough time for me to humiliate your overrated OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Stroud caught her in the chest with a two-handed shove that sent Domi flying off her feet to land flat on-- the Malicious Mite landed on her shoulders and somersaulted back to verticality with little more than a flicker of irritation. “Watch who you’re slapping, babe.” Bridget advised without humor. “Otherwise I might put you over my knee for a little lesson in respect.”
“Tuff talk, little girl.” Daly rolled her eyes. “You think you can get big on me? Prove it!” Dominique closed on the rookie and raised her right hand overhead, clearly challenging Bridget to a Test of Strength in spite of the fact that she gave up three inches and more than twenty pounds to the newcomer. Stroud never thought twice about giving Daly what she wanted, she just ‘smecked’ one palm against the gymnast’s and-- “EEERRRRGGGHHH!” Domi thumped the broad side of one tan thigh up across Bridget’s tummy, then snatched hold of the taller wrestler’s other hand and brought their arms down between them to convert the would-be Test of Strength to a wrist-wrenching game of Mercy.
“What’s the matter, feeling small all the sudden?” Domi went up on tiptoe and forced Stroud’s hands back that much farther. “Get used to it, bytch. You’re gonna feel about the size of a bug by the time I’m finished squashing yoNNNGGGHH!”
Bridget planted her feet and pushed hard enough to gain control of the Knuckle-Lock. “You sure about that, Domi?” she grunted. “Because your mouth says squash but your face says ‘sit on OOOOOWWWWW!”
Domi stamped on her foe’s right foot, then followed with a swift Headbutt to the chest for good measure! “You’re gonna showcase on me, asshole?” she taunted while Bridget went up on tiptoe to alleviate the worst of the pressure. “How do you plan to do that when you can’t even get your hands off the mat?”
An odd question considering that Stroud’s hands weren’t on the mat, at least not until Dominique dropped into a crouch, forcing the ingénue to do the same. Hunkered in close, Daly slowly relinquished the Knuckle-Lock so she could plant a foot on her foe’s exposed hands. Standing tall to a round of jeers, Domi grrrrrrrroooound her heels against Stroud’s knuckles, then smoothed her hair down before ruining Bridget’s with a series of hard, quick slaps. “C’mon bytch, aren’t you ready for prime time?” Daly stuffed a hand in Bridget’s face and shoved her to one side. “I thought you were supposed to be one of the best athletes in FAWN, what happened?”
Still bouncing on the cringing rookie’s hands, Domi grabbed a whole lotta hair, yanked Bridget’s head back at a sharp angle and CRAAACKED her across the face before busting out a brawny bicep flex. “It’s ok, you can admit it.” she teased. “You’re not ready for elite competition yet. Go ahead, say it!” Daly slapped Bridget’s mouth again, then took her cheeks between thumb and forefinger for a disgraceful fish-face. “What did I tell you about making me UUNNNNGGHH!”
Stroud wrenched her right hand free of the other brunette’s trap and wasted no time burying a fist in Domi’s encroaching tummy. The body blow knocked Daly off balance which gave Stroud her other hand back, unfortunately Dominique still had hold of her hair and she ended the jailbreak with a single Kneelift between the eyes! Angered by the resistance, Domi abandoned her grip for a short hop that left her astride the penitent wrestler’s shoulders. In the next instant she popped her hips and swung down to land on her belly which in turn THWHONKED Bridget’s forehead against the deck!
SPIKE HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZEB4br8nho
The Spike Hurricanrana left Bridget on all fours, hair hanging in her face as she tried to shake the cobwebs loose. Things were starting to clear at least a little when Domi grabbed her by trunks and tresses, the Mightiest Mite holding her podium steady so she could climb onto Stroud’s back. “GOLD STANDARD RIGHT HERE, LOSERS!” Daly stretched her arms wide to make sure the mouth-breathers could properly bask in her glory. “NO ONE CAN HANG WITH ME IN HERE! AND THAT INCLUDES THIS DOORMAT!”
The FAWNatics didn’t much care for this assertion, though it was hard to argue with Daly’s bravado when the former Lightweight Champion launched herself into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down across Stroud’s back! The low-flying Shooting Star Press splattered Bridget against the mat so Domi shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over to claim the first (and only, far as she was concerned) cover of the match.
SHOOTING STAR OFF THE BACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tct9FU2aaVI
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’ only to fall prey to an aggressive Side Headlock the moment she sat up. “Bad call, Bridgey.” Domi growled. “Clock says I still have seventeen minutes to pick you apOOOFFFHH!” Stroud slammed an elbow into the other brunette’s tummy, followed up with two more to give her enough time to clamber to her feet. Still corralled by Daly’s strong arms, Bridget braced a hand against the small of her back and took two giant steps forward before shoving with all her might! Domi felt the escape coming and didn’t bother to fight it, in fact she released the grip half a heartbeat early so she could take full advantage of the boost. Reaching the ropes in the blink of an eye, Daly bounced back and dipped beneath Stroud’s answering Clothesline like the rookie was standing still. Another bounce, another pass and Domi took to the skies, her short, strong legs ‘smecking’ tight around Bridget’s neck to flip her off her feet with another ‘Ra--NO!
Bridget planted a hand on the mat and bounced through a gorgeous cartwheel to come up on her feet like it was no big deal. “Spin me as many times as you want, honey.” Stroud chided. “But I’ll always land on my feet!”
The words were barely out of Bridget’s mouth when Domi charged in to test the newcomer’s assertion for a third time. Dipping beneath the taller woman’s extended right arm, Daly effectively offered herself up for a Sidewalk Slam only to swing her way through to a tummy-down position on Stroud’s right shoulder, from which she summarily spun ‘round into a tummy to tummy arrangement so she could secure Bridget’s head in a Front Facelock and her midsection in a particularly stiff Bodyscissors!
WHIRL-O-TINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO85sDV9OuE
“Yeaaaaaahhhh!” Daly leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, forcing Stroud to hunker down or lose her balance. “Flip your way out of this one, beeyotch! Better yet, tap your way out!” the Malicious Mite sent another nauseating pulse through the Whirl-o-tine Choke to emphasize her demand.
Bridget didn’t tap, but her right arm shuddered in a way that caught Merle’s attention at once. “How are you doing, Bridget? Need me to call for the bell?”
Stroud waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’. “Not even, Merle.” she huffed. “Gonna take more than a floor routine to put me down. What’d this get you last time out, Domi? Straight fivEEERRRHH CHEAP TRAMP!”
Dominique, who’d filled her right hand with the rookie’s purple waistband and given it a rough yank, added a sawing motion simply because it amused her to do so. “You’re the one picking her trunks out of her ass, princess.” Daly taunted. “That’s the kind of behavior that makes you cheap in my boOOOOOHHHH BYTCH!”
Sweet Disaster showed Domi she was willing to play that game, Bridget hooking her fingers into one of the strategic rips in the other wrestler’s gold leotard to power the retaliatory wedgie. Domi didn’t much appreciate the competition in the tug o’ war, so she relinquished her grip in favor of raking her nails up Stroud’s lower back no less than half a dozen times! Bridget cursed, curled her free hand into a ball and pounded several good shots into the former Lightweight Champion’s ribs only to pay for the resistance with another hard squeeeeeeeze.
“Give it up, bytch.” Daly demanded when she felt the first tremor pass through Bridget’s legs. “Don’t make me put you to sleWHOOAAOOFFFH!” Bridget straightened up as best she could, then locked her arms around the Mite’s back in a makeshift Bear Hug that kept her from wriggling to safety when the talented tyro ran toward the far corner and BWUUUNGED Domi into the buckles spine-first! Domi cringed as the impact loosened her grip but bore down tighter almost immediately thereafter. “Nice try, benchwarmer. That might’ve worked in the gin joints and bingo halls of the indies, but it’s not gonna get it done against NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Finesse be damned, Stroud cleared out of the corner just far enough to batter Daly against the roughly-padded steel almost half a dozen more times. Eventually the hooks around her neck and ribs relaxed enough for Bridget to straighten up and once she did she wasted no time backing into the center of the ring. Throwing her left arm over the base of Dominique’s neck for a Facelock of her own, Stroud hooked onto that spangly leotard with her other hand and powered the former gymnast all the way to high noon, whereupon she promptly twisted around and laid out on her back to THAWHAM every bit of Daly’s hundred and twelve pounds to the deck! Popped into a surprised starfish by the heavy landing, Domi grunted in surprise and dismay but otherwise offered no resistance when Stroud hooked the far leg for…
POWERIN' OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfvQIgPBK6Y
ONE…
TWO…
The Tiny Terror powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO’, Daly’s expression one of stern negation as she rolled to one side escape the other brunette’s gra-- Bridget caught her at hip and shoulder and pulled Domi back the way she’d come. Positioned on her knees, Stroud pressed her torso into Domi’s left flank, not to pin, but to snake her arms around the smaller wrestler’s torso. Hands locked in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Stroud repaid Daly’s previous squeeze with punishing interest, if the grimace on her face was any indication.
GROUNDED BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVKLI8fyV1s
“NNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Dominique kicked her legs, tried to get an arm around Bridget’s head, but the former rock climbing standout denied the effort with a rough little shake.
“I’m so glad you decided to slow down and actually wrestle for a little while.” Stroud panted. “Not that chasing you all over the ring wasn’t fun, but…” she dug the point of her chin into Daly’s ribs and ground it back and forth, a little bit of payback for the hand standing she’d suffered earlier, “…it’s so much more fun to wear you out on the maEEEEERRRRHH HAIR! Hair, Merle!”
No question, Dominique had helped herself to two massive handfuls of Bridget’s dark locks and was gleefully trying to liberate it from her scalp. Merle had officiated enough of Daly’s matches during the last several years to know that a warning was just wasted breath so he started in on the count right away. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Domi let go and CRAAACKED a slap across Stroud’s face. “You think I need to go airborne to beat you, little girl? I’ll remember that when I’m making you beg in the Pummel HorSSUUURRRRHHH!”
Bridget squeezed tighter than ever and reared back on her haunches to haul Daly to a short-winded seat. “Gonna have to get outta there if you want to make me beg, sweetheart.” she muttered. “Of course I could always LET you go. Seems a perennial benchwarmer like you would like the easy way NNGGGHH!”
Domi went back to the hair-pull, but only so she could hold Bridget’s head steady while she PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash off her cheek. “How’s that for the easy way, slut? Anything about this feel easy?” The Malicious Mite clouted Stroud’s cheek again, then cocked her arm back so she could drag the point of her elbow back ‘n forth across Bridget’s forehead.
Ignoring the burn in her scalp to press a cheek to Domi’s chest (and thus keep her face clear of future elbows) Sweet Disaster clambered to one knee, gave Daly a long squeeeeeeze, then returned to her feet shortly thereafter. Better able to capitalize on her height advantage now that they were standing, Bridget leaned back and treated Dominique to a stern ragdoll shake. “Hanging in there, honey?” she asked in a moment of relative quiet. “Or do you want to head for the bott--” Daly pressed her palms to the sides of the rookie’s skull and would’ve jammed thumbs in her eyes if Stroud hadn’t beaten her with a Kneelift to the tummy by maybe half a second.
Pretty face stern and hard after avoiding the nasty tactic, Bridget growled, “Good news, honey. I’ve decided to let you go.” This was in fact, the exact opposite of good news, as Stroud punctuated her offer with a Kneelift that landed the instant she released her grip. Doubled over by the shot, Domi couldn’t stop Bridget from leaning over and reapplying her grip Gutwrench style. Just like that Stroud flipped the Mite up and over, Daly’s usually dangerous stems floating helplessly around Bridget’s head in the split-second before the purple-clad brunette dropped to her knees and THAWHAMMED Dominique down full force courtesy of a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUS2P7tsXfQ
Splattered all over the canvas after her thunderous landing, Daly groaned in soft, stunned disbelief as Stroud wedged her shoulders into the pits of her knees and folded the smaller grappler in half for the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Domi slopped out just before ‘THREE!’ prompting Bridget to check in with the official. “You sure about that, Merle?”
“Afraid so, Bridget. Domi’s a tough one, no doubt about that.”
Stroud stopped short of agreeing with the official, though the energetic way she plunged a hand into Daly’s hair suggested she was inclined to agree. Turning the other brunette onto all fours, Bridget welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors, then looped her arms around Dominique’s waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for-- the would-be Powerbomb turned into something quite different when Domi laced her hands across the back of Stroud’s skull and jerked back with all her might to land comfortably on her butt while Sweet Disaster was THWONKED down flat on her face, chest and belly! Bridget bounced away from the improvised Facebuster, the stunned brunette tumbling over onto her back in a woozy sprawl.
DON'T POWERBOMB DOMI DALY @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQNOTC9fpOc
Domi’s inner opportunist (which was really more of an outer opportunist) demanded she cover the new slab of swimsuit SPAM then and there, but she was realist enough to understand it was going to take more than a single surprise counter to put Stroud away. So with that in mind she helped herself to the other brunette’s right ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her over to the nearest corner. Once the crash-pad was properly positioned she hopped onto the middle rope, flicked off the FAWNatics and dropped back into the void, Daly bringing her knees tight to her chest for an Imploding Senton that THWUMPED her down full force on Bridget’s exposed midsection! Stroud’s legs kicked up on impact, so Dominique hooked ‘em both with her left arm and locked her hands in an S-Grip to keep the newcomer bundled up through…
IMPLODING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOlZ3HQN2l8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget broke away with a half second between her and defeat, the nearness of the fall earning Craig an ugly look from Domi. “I get it, you don’t think this piker has paid her dues yet, right?” she taunted the official. “Ya know, I think I actually agree.”
Long protested innocence not that Daly listening, she’d already turned her attention to a stamping a few more welts across Bridget’s tummy. The ingénue gurgled, made to curl up on one side, but Domi bent down and SLAPPED her across the face. “Don’t even think about it, little girl. I want you looking at those lights!”
Another stern slap returned Stroud to her previous vulnerable position, meaning there was a wide smirk on Daly’s face when she stepped on opposing tummy en route to the corner. Domi hopped onto the bottom rope and immediately flipped off, the former gymnast stretching out full length to TWHAP Bridget’s midsection with a Moonsault. Of course one Moonsault wouldn’t do when there were two more turnbuckles, so Dominique bounced to verticality and strutted back to the corner where she jumped to the second rope and peeled off a second Moonsault! Arms swaddled tight over her roiled midsection, Bridget kicked her heels in woozy hurt but otherwise offered no resistance when Daly made her third trip to the corner. A single nimble leap put her on the top floor and Domi didn’t so much jump off as she did rebound, the Malicious Mite simply pushing off to float through the last act of her gut-churning Moonsault trifecta.
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pohJaI2-w0U
Now she did go for a pin, Daly floating from Crossbody to a Reverse Straddle and Half Matchbook combination that planted all her weight on Stroud’s chest while simultaneously showing the rookie’s tush to the crowd. This was hardly lost on the veteran, indeed she made a point of SWATTING Bridget’s glutes in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud inched a shoulder off the canvas to buy herself at least three more seconds of participation in tonight’s match. “So crushing your doughy little tummy wasn’t enough?” Domi snapped as she dragged Bridget to her feet. “Now I’ve gotta knock your head around backwards too?”
Daly might’ve sounded irritated, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind sending her foe racing to the far corner with a huge Irish Whip. The BWUUUNG of brunette on buckles was unpleasant enough, the THWHAP of Domi’s bare heels crashing off Bridget’s jaw was something else entirely. Butt resting heavily on the bottom buckle, Bridget didn’t watch Daly race off to the opposite corner but she heard the patter of feet on canvas and the warring cries of the FAWNatics. Alas neither of these harbingers proved strong enough to provide a defense against the second high-speed Dropkick Daly THWHACKED into her opponent’s face.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N26SqS-rUZs
Domi had expected Stroud to land flat on her ass or possibly Flair Flop to the deck, so when she did neither the former Lightweight Champion decided to take her to the far corner. Helping herself to Bridget’s left wrist, she took two big steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent the other brunette racing toward the far corner with NO! Bridget planted her heels and sent Domi in her stead. Not only that, Sweet Disaster took off after her foe to make sure she didn’t have enough time to formulate a-- Daly took to the skies, landed on the middle rope and launched herself back the way she’d came, the gold standard of lightweight viciousness twisting around near the apex to catch Bridget flush in the chest with a Rebound Crossbody that sent both brunette’s tumbling to the mat-‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’
Stroud rolled through to her knees with the smaller wrestler still held tight to her chest! From there she clambered to boot-leather, dipped her knees and busted out a flip of her own to THWHUMP Domi to the deck with a Moonsault Power Slam!
MOONSAULT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL65G7XYV0E
The power of the landing knocked the gymnast from Stroud’s clutches, so Bridget buried her hands in the other brunette’s sleek bob and hauled her back to verticality. Too focused on eating through Daly’s lead to bother with a taunt, Stroud snuggled in behind the stunned grappler and reached through Domi’s legs to lay claim to her left arm. Pulling her prize through those parted stems, Sweet Disaster hooked her left arm under Daly’s right bicep and wrenched back to complete the Pumphandle. The sight of Domi’s forearm grinding against her own crotch got whistles from a few pockets of those in attendance, though they were quickly swallowed by an arena-wide roar when Bridgette hoisted her to chest-level and dropped to her knees, thus PLANTING the former champ with a huge Pumphandle Powerbomb!
PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LijV_myaARQ
Dominique landed in a flat spread-eagle with Stroud by her feet, an arrangement that shifted when Bridget wedged her shoulders into the pits of Daly’s knees. Hands braced just north of Domi’s shoulders, Stroud went up on tiptoe to keep all her weight on the smaller wrestler’s upturned haunches while Craig and the FAWNatics tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domi slid out the back door with a whisper to spare, leaving Bridget to rake a hand through sweat-damp hair. “Thuuuhh… there’s more to paying dues than just taking punishment, Domi.” Stroud huffed. “It’s also about showing you the offense that got me noticed in the first place.” Domi muttered an incoherent curse, so Bridget hauled her up and went for a Waistlock only to segue into a snug grip on the other brunette’s right wrist. A quick shove between the shoulders created just enough distance to spin Daly around before Stroud reeled her in and THWHAPPED a huge Lariat across her collarbone!
DISASTROUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0Zmq6ft2eM
Knocked flat by the ‘Disastrous’ Lariat, Domi was little better than dead weight when Bridget cupped her ears and peeled her off the mat for a rough Standing Headscissors. Securing the Waistlock with nothing in the way of preamble, Stroud gathered her reserves before flipping Dominique onto the point of her right shoulder. Daly kicked and writhed but it was a halfhearted effort and she offered little in the way of defense against Bridget’s hands, which clamped down on her biceps to muscle the redhead up for a Crucifix. Those assembled for Spring Break cheered in anticipation and Stroud only made them wait until she’d looked her right arm across Domi’s chest. Then she swung her over and down into a Front Facelock and dropped to her tush to THWHONK Daly’s forehead against the deck! Smiling in the aftermath of that ring-shaking Cliffhanger, Bridget trundled Domi onto her back, then swung a leg over for a Reverse Straddle and helped herself to both the gymnast’s legs, Stroud deftly tucking them under her arms to point Daly’s backside to the heavens for the…
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bridget played a quick little bongo riff on those gold-sheathed cheeks, then shoved Domi away and got to her feet just before the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“YEAH!” she bellowed over the roar of applause. “HOW’S THAT FOR PAYING DUWHOOAANNNNGGGH!” Just like that there was a head under her left armpit, an arm around her waist and Bridget was off her feet, the startled brunette boosted up onto an unseen shoulder and ultimately dropped full force atop her attacker’s knees! Bridget bounced up and flopped away, one hand pressed to the small of her back while both feet kicked and pattered against the mat.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
Paying no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the crowd or the jabbering of the official, Penelope Tremblay surveyed the situation for a moment before strolling over to the far corner. Upon reaching her destination Tremblay slipped between the ropes to the apron and sprang to the top floor in a single nimble leap. Finally turning her attention to the FAWNatics, the Church’s ‘Bad Penny’ wiped away a single invisible tear then leapt out into the aether and snapped off a perfect mid-air crunch that ensured she was stretched out taut as a bowstring when her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMED down atop Stroud’s gulping tummy!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Crushed into a puddle of mewling, twitching anguish by Tremblay’s Dying Breath, Bridget only managed to focus when Penny plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her head off the mat. “This mountain you would so cavalierly climb does not BELONG to you, sister.” the bendybacked brunette cooed. “It is mine and mine alone. Should you persist in encroaching I will happily throw you from the top… or bury you in its shadow.”
“Snuuuhhh… sneaking bytch.” Stroud groaned. “You’re gonna NNNGGGGHH!”
Penny bounced the back of her noggin against the mat, stood up and planted a boot deep in that traumatized belly. “You have been warned, sister. Next time I will not be so kind.”
Bridget only groaned, so Tremblay ground her heel against those hapless abs one more time, then turned around and slipped out of the ring, leaving the wounded heathen to question just how much she’d risk to reach the top of the FAWN mountain.
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 burgeoning highlight reel 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 ityro 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 building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her first few months on the roster.
Growing more and more comfortable with the sheer noise and scope 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 dropped to the canvas with a crisp little ‘thump’.
Bumping knuckles with the erstwhile Merle once she was safely ensconced in the squared circle, Bridget offered up her knees and elbows for inspection, then spun away and thanked the crowd with a final bicep flex. “Domi as bratty as I’ve heard, Merle?” Stroud asked as her music started.
“Oh no, she’s much, much worse. Watch yourself tonight, Bridget.”
Sweet Disaster grinned and headed for her corner. “Challenge accepted.”
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bHhpufKRjs
The crowd was still cheering their hearts out for the newcomer when the speakers kicked into Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause.’ Despite the title and the catchy beat, those assembled for Spring Break did anything but.
Swishing through the curtain a moment later, Dominique Daly greeted the jeers with a beaming smirk, the former Lightweight Champion raising her hands to dare the great unwashed to grow that much louder. They and the Malicious Mite reveled in their hatred, knowing damned well it came from a place of jealousy centered squarely on her unparalleled high flying.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
Tonight the diminutive destroyer sported a gleaming gold leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. Strategic rips revealed several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff, her chiseled tummy matching the perfectly-sculptured shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching gold tape on her wrists and ankles, chalk powder on her palms and the soles of her bare feet.
Allowing the hatred to build alongside her music, Domi abruptly threw her head back, cupped both hands around her mouth and bellowed, “HIT IT!”
The lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that take the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her is made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of gold pyro that accompanies her journey from one end of the ramp to the other.
When the lights regain their equilibrium Daly is on the outside of the top turnbuckle opposite Bridget Stroud. Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’ and launches heavenward before spiraling into a descent that planted her in the center of the ring as the Announcer finished his duties.
“And her opponent. Hailing from Portland, Oregon. She stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the Mightiest Mite… the Gold Standard… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
“Don’t you forget it, new girl.” Domi said softly. Not interested in a response from her opposition, the former Lightweight Champ whipped around, dropped low and ‘walked’ on her hands to the opposite corner to enjoy a few more warm-upsbefore her floor routine began.
Finishing her stretches as the bell sounded, Domi took the top rope in both hands and gave it a single hard downward tug before padding out of the corner. “Fight happens out here, little girl, don’t be shy.” Daly extended a hand to Stroud, beckoning her forward. “I know it can be intimidating when a flavor of the month like you comes face to face with a genuine superstar, but I won’t embarrass you TOO badly.” Dominique stopped, smiled at the other brunette. “Unless you make me come looking for you. Then I make no promises.”
Not put out of countenance in the least by Daly’s threats, Bridget replied, “Don’t worry Domi, I wouldn’t dream of making you wait any lo-oh, hold on.” The newcomer raised an index finger and earned a round of chuckles from the FAWNatics when she dropped to one knee and made an elaborate show of retying the laces on one boot. Smiling as she returned to her full height, Stroud went on, “Sorry about that. As I was saying, I wouldn’t dream of making you--”
Daly flew in like sudden doom, the former Lightweight Champion landing with her feet braced on Bridget’s thighs. Stroud was driven back against the buckles with a soft ‘bwung’, the noise barely registering before Domi laced both hands across the base of her neck and laid out flat on her back to send the indy darling soaring halfway across the ring with a textbook Monkey Fl--’OOOOOHHHHHH!’
Chuckles gave way to impressed applause as Bridget adjusted in mid-air to land on her feet as easily as any lightweight on the roster. Looking over one shoulder to grin at Daly (who was on one knee looking rather unimpressed), Stroud spun in a half circle and invited the other brunette to join her. “What are you waiting for, sweetie? I don’t have all daNNNGGGHHH!”
Dominique threw herself into a graceful forward roll, popped up in front of Sweet Disaster and CRAAACKED her across the cheek with a disrespectful Bytch Slap! “Oh, you don’t have the time for me, new meat?” Daly barked as Bridget cleared her head. “Announcer said we’ve got twenty minutes, that’s MORE than enough time for me to humiliate your overrated OOOOFFFFHHH!”
Stroud caught her in the chest with a two-handed shove that sent Domi flying off her feet to land flat on-- the Malicious Mite landed on her shoulders and somersaulted back to verticality with little more than a flicker of irritation. “Watch who you’re slapping, babe.” Bridget advised without humor. “Otherwise I might put you over my knee for a little lesson in respect.”
“Tuff talk, little girl.” Daly rolled her eyes. “You think you can get big on me? Prove it!” Dominique closed on the rookie and raised her right hand overhead, clearly challenging Bridget to a Test of Strength in spite of the fact that she gave up three inches and more than twenty pounds to the newcomer. Stroud never thought twice about giving Daly what she wanted, she just ‘smecked’ one palm against the gymnast’s and-- “EEERRRRGGGHHH!” Domi thumped the broad side of one tan thigh up across Bridget’s tummy, then snatched hold of the taller wrestler’s other hand and brought their arms down between them to convert the would-be Test of Strength to a wrist-wrenching game of Mercy.
“What’s the matter, feeling small all the sudden?” Domi went up on tiptoe and forced Stroud’s hands back that much farther. “Get used to it, bytch. You’re gonna feel about the size of a bug by the time I’m finished squashing yoNNNGGGHH!”
Bridget planted her feet and pushed hard enough to gain control of the Knuckle-Lock. “You sure about that, Domi?” she grunted. “Because your mouth says squash but your face says ‘sit on OOOOOWWWWW!”
Domi stamped on her foe’s right foot, then followed with a swift Headbutt to the chest for good measure! “You’re gonna showcase on me, asshole?” she taunted while Bridget went up on tiptoe to alleviate the worst of the pressure. “How do you plan to do that when you can’t even get your hands off the mat?”
An odd question considering that Stroud’s hands weren’t on the mat, at least not until Dominique dropped into a crouch, forcing the ingénue to do the same. Hunkered in close, Daly slowly relinquished the Knuckle-Lock so she could plant a foot on her foe’s exposed hands. Standing tall to a round of jeers, Domi grrrrrrrroooound her heels against Stroud’s knuckles, then smoothed her hair down before ruining Bridget’s with a series of hard, quick slaps. “C’mon bytch, aren’t you ready for prime time?” Daly stuffed a hand in Bridget’s face and shoved her to one side. “I thought you were supposed to be one of the best athletes in FAWN, what happened?”
Still bouncing on the cringing rookie’s hands, Domi grabbed a whole lotta hair, yanked Bridget’s head back at a sharp angle and CRAAACKED her across the face before busting out a brawny bicep flex. “It’s ok, you can admit it.” she teased. “You’re not ready for elite competition yet. Go ahead, say it!” Daly slapped Bridget’s mouth again, then took her cheeks between thumb and forefinger for a disgraceful fish-face. “What did I tell you about making me UUNNNNGGHH!”
Stroud wrenched her right hand free of the other brunette’s trap and wasted no time burying a fist in Domi’s encroaching tummy. The body blow knocked Daly off balance which gave Stroud her other hand back, unfortunately Dominique still had hold of her hair and she ended the jailbreak with a single Kneelift between the eyes! Angered by the resistance, Domi abandoned her grip for a short hop that left her astride the penitent wrestler’s shoulders. In the next instant she popped her hips and swung down to land on her belly which in turn THWHONKED Bridget’s forehead against the deck!
SPIKE HURRICANRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZEB4br8nho
The Spike Hurricanrana left Bridget on all fours, hair hanging in her face as she tried to shake the cobwebs loose. Things were starting to clear at least a little when Domi grabbed her by trunks and tresses, the Mightiest Mite holding her podium steady so she could climb onto Stroud’s back. “GOLD STANDARD RIGHT HERE, LOSERS!” Daly stretched her arms wide to make sure the mouth-breathers could properly bask in her glory. “NO ONE CAN HANG WITH ME IN HERE! AND THAT INCLUDES THIS DOORMAT!”
The FAWNatics didn’t much care for this assertion, though it was hard to argue with Daly’s bravado when the former Lightweight Champion launched herself into a flawless back-flip that brought her THWHUMPING down across Stroud’s back! The low-flying Shooting Star Press splattered Bridget against the mat so Domi shot the Half Nelson and rolled her over to claim the first (and only, far as she was concerned) cover of the match.
SHOOTING STAR OFF THE BACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tct9FU2aaVI
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’ only to fall prey to an aggressive Side Headlock the moment she sat up. “Bad call, Bridgey.” Domi growled. “Clock says I still have seventeen minutes to pick you apOOOFFFHH!” Stroud slammed an elbow into the other brunette’s tummy, followed up with two more to give her enough time to clamber to her feet. Still corralled by Daly’s strong arms, Bridget braced a hand against the small of her back and took two giant steps forward before shoving with all her might! Domi felt the escape coming and didn’t bother to fight it, in fact she released the grip half a heartbeat early so she could take full advantage of the boost. Reaching the ropes in the blink of an eye, Daly bounced back and dipped beneath Stroud’s answering Clothesline like the rookie was standing still. Another bounce, another pass and Domi took to the skies, her short, strong legs ‘smecking’ tight around Bridget’s neck to flip her off her feet with another ‘Ra--NO!
Bridget planted a hand on the mat and bounced through a gorgeous cartwheel to come up on her feet like it was no big deal. “Spin me as many times as you want, honey.” Stroud chided. “But I’ll always land on my feet!”
The words were barely out of Bridget’s mouth when Domi charged in to test the newcomer’s assertion for a third time. Dipping beneath the taller woman’s extended right arm, Daly effectively offered herself up for a Sidewalk Slam only to swing her way through to a tummy-down position on Stroud’s right shoulder, from which she summarily spun ‘round into a tummy to tummy arrangement so she could secure Bridget’s head in a Front Facelock and her midsection in a particularly stiff Bodyscissors!
WHIRL-O-TINE CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XO85sDV9OuE
“Yeaaaaaahhhh!” Daly leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, forcing Stroud to hunker down or lose her balance. “Flip your way out of this one, beeyotch! Better yet, tap your way out!” the Malicious Mite sent another nauseating pulse through the Whirl-o-tine Choke to emphasize her demand.
Bridget didn’t tap, but her right arm shuddered in a way that caught Merle’s attention at once. “How are you doing, Bridget? Need me to call for the bell?”
Stroud waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’. “Not even, Merle.” she huffed. “Gonna take more than a floor routine to put me down. What’d this get you last time out, Domi? Straight fivEEERRRHH CHEAP TRAMP!”
Dominique, who’d filled her right hand with the rookie’s purple waistband and given it a rough yank, added a sawing motion simply because it amused her to do so. “You’re the one picking her trunks out of her ass, princess.” Daly taunted. “That’s the kind of behavior that makes you cheap in my boOOOOOHHHH BYTCH!”
Sweet Disaster showed Domi she was willing to play that game, Bridget hooking her fingers into one of the strategic rips in the other wrestler’s gold leotard to power the retaliatory wedgie. Domi didn’t much appreciate the competition in the tug o’ war, so she relinquished her grip in favor of raking her nails up Stroud’s lower back no less than half a dozen times! Bridget cursed, curled her free hand into a ball and pounded several good shots into the former Lightweight Champion’s ribs only to pay for the resistance with another hard squeeeeeeeze.
“Give it up, bytch.” Daly demanded when she felt the first tremor pass through Bridget’s legs. “Don’t make me put you to sleWHOOAAOOFFFH!” Bridget straightened up as best she could, then locked her arms around the Mite’s back in a makeshift Bear Hug that kept her from wriggling to safety when the talented tyro ran toward the far corner and BWUUUNGED Domi into the buckles spine-first! Domi cringed as the impact loosened her grip but bore down tighter almost immediately thereafter. “Nice try, benchwarmer. That might’ve worked in the gin joints and bingo halls of the indies, but it’s not gonna get it done against NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Finesse be damned, Stroud cleared out of the corner just far enough to batter Daly against the roughly-padded steel almost half a dozen more times. Eventually the hooks around her neck and ribs relaxed enough for Bridget to straighten up and once she did she wasted no time backing into the center of the ring. Throwing her left arm over the base of Dominique’s neck for a Facelock of her own, Stroud hooked onto that spangly leotard with her other hand and powered the former gymnast all the way to high noon, whereupon she promptly twisted around and laid out on her back to THAWHAM every bit of Daly’s hundred and twelve pounds to the deck! Popped into a surprised starfish by the heavy landing, Domi grunted in surprise and dismay but otherwise offered no resistance when Stroud hooked the far leg for…
POWERIN' OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cfvQIgPBK6Y
ONE…
TWO…
The Tiny Terror powered free simultaneous with ‘TWO’, Daly’s expression one of stern negation as she rolled to one side escape the other brunette’s gra-- Bridget caught her at hip and shoulder and pulled Domi back the way she’d come. Positioned on her knees, Stroud pressed her torso into Domi’s left flank, not to pin, but to snake her arms around the smaller wrestler’s torso. Hands locked in the hollow of her opponent’s back, Stroud repaid Daly’s previous squeeze with punishing interest, if the grimace on her face was any indication.
GROUNDED BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVKLI8fyV1s
“NNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Dominique kicked her legs, tried to get an arm around Bridget’s head, but the former rock climbing standout denied the effort with a rough little shake.
“I’m so glad you decided to slow down and actually wrestle for a little while.” Stroud panted. “Not that chasing you all over the ring wasn’t fun, but…” she dug the point of her chin into Daly’s ribs and ground it back and forth, a little bit of payback for the hand standing she’d suffered earlier, “…it’s so much more fun to wear you out on the maEEEEERRRRHH HAIR! Hair, Merle!”
No question, Dominique had helped herself to two massive handfuls of Bridget’s dark locks and was gleefully trying to liberate it from her scalp. Merle had officiated enough of Daly’s matches during the last several years to know that a warning was just wasted breath so he started in on the count right away. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Domi let go and CRAAACKED a slap across Stroud’s face. “You think I need to go airborne to beat you, little girl? I’ll remember that when I’m making you beg in the Pummel HorSSUUURRRRHHH!”
Bridget squeezed tighter than ever and reared back on her haunches to haul Daly to a short-winded seat. “Gonna have to get outta there if you want to make me beg, sweetheart.” she muttered. “Of course I could always LET you go. Seems a perennial benchwarmer like you would like the easy way NNGGGHH!”
Domi went back to the hair-pull, but only so she could hold Bridget’s head steady while she PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash off her cheek. “How’s that for the easy way, slut? Anything about this feel easy?” The Malicious Mite clouted Stroud’s cheek again, then cocked her arm back so she could drag the point of her elbow back ‘n forth across Bridget’s forehead.
Ignoring the burn in her scalp to press a cheek to Domi’s chest (and thus keep her face clear of future elbows) Sweet Disaster clambered to one knee, gave Daly a long squeeeeeeze, then returned to her feet shortly thereafter. Better able to capitalize on her height advantage now that they were standing, Bridget leaned back and treated Dominique to a stern ragdoll shake. “Hanging in there, honey?” she asked in a moment of relative quiet. “Or do you want to head for the bott--” Daly pressed her palms to the sides of the rookie’s skull and would’ve jammed thumbs in her eyes if Stroud hadn’t beaten her with a Kneelift to the tummy by maybe half a second.
Pretty face stern and hard after avoiding the nasty tactic, Bridget growled, “Good news, honey. I’ve decided to let you go.” This was in fact, the exact opposite of good news, as Stroud punctuated her offer with a Kneelift that landed the instant she released her grip. Doubled over by the shot, Domi couldn’t stop Bridget from leaning over and reapplying her grip Gutwrench style. Just like that Stroud flipped the Mite up and over, Daly’s usually dangerous stems floating helplessly around Bridget’s head in the split-second before the purple-clad brunette dropped to her knees and THAWHAMMED Dominique down full force courtesy of a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUS2P7tsXfQ
Splattered all over the canvas after her thunderous landing, Daly groaned in soft, stunned disbelief as Stroud wedged her shoulders into the pits of her knees and folded the smaller grappler in half for the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Domi slopped out just before ‘THREE!’ prompting Bridget to check in with the official. “You sure about that, Merle?”
“Afraid so, Bridget. Domi’s a tough one, no doubt about that.”
Stroud stopped short of agreeing with the official, though the energetic way she plunged a hand into Daly’s hair suggested she was inclined to agree. Turning the other brunette onto all fours, Bridget welcomed her into a Standing Headscissors, then looped her arms around Dominique’s waist and flipped her up onto her shoulders for-- the would-be Powerbomb turned into something quite different when Domi laced her hands across the back of Stroud’s skull and jerked back with all her might to land comfortably on her butt while Sweet Disaster was THWONKED down flat on her face, chest and belly! Bridget bounced away from the improvised Facebuster, the stunned brunette tumbling over onto her back in a woozy sprawl.
DON'T POWERBOMB DOMI DALY @ 1:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQNOTC9fpOc
Domi’s inner opportunist (which was really more of an outer opportunist) demanded she cover the new slab of swimsuit SPAM then and there, but she was realist enough to understand it was going to take more than a single surprise counter to put Stroud away. So with that in mind she helped herself to the other brunette’s right ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her over to the nearest corner. Once the crash-pad was properly positioned she hopped onto the middle rope, flicked off the FAWNatics and dropped back into the void, Daly bringing her knees tight to her chest for an Imploding Senton that THWUMPED her down full force on Bridget’s exposed midsection! Stroud’s legs kicked up on impact, so Dominique hooked ‘em both with her left arm and locked her hands in an S-Grip to keep the newcomer bundled up through…
IMPLODING SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOlZ3HQN2l8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget broke away with a half second between her and defeat, the nearness of the fall earning Craig an ugly look from Domi. “I get it, you don’t think this piker has paid her dues yet, right?” she taunted the official. “Ya know, I think I actually agree.”
Long protested innocence not that Daly listening, she’d already turned her attention to a stamping a few more welts across Bridget’s tummy. The ingénue gurgled, made to curl up on one side, but Domi bent down and SLAPPED her across the face. “Don’t even think about it, little girl. I want you looking at those lights!”
Another stern slap returned Stroud to her previous vulnerable position, meaning there was a wide smirk on Daly’s face when she stepped on opposing tummy en route to the corner. Domi hopped onto the bottom rope and immediately flipped off, the former gymnast stretching out full length to TWHAP Bridget’s midsection with a Moonsault. Of course one Moonsault wouldn’t do when there were two more turnbuckles, so Dominique bounced to verticality and strutted back to the corner where she jumped to the second rope and peeled off a second Moonsault! Arms swaddled tight over her roiled midsection, Bridget kicked her heels in woozy hurt but otherwise offered no resistance when Daly made her third trip to the corner. A single nimble leap put her on the top floor and Domi didn’t so much jump off as she did rebound, the Malicious Mite simply pushing off to float through the last act of her gut-churning Moonsault trifecta.
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pohJaI2-w0U
Now she did go for a pin, Daly floating from Crossbody to a Reverse Straddle and Half Matchbook combination that planted all her weight on Stroud’s chest while simultaneously showing the rookie’s tush to the crowd. This was hardly lost on the veteran, indeed she made a point of SWATTING Bridget’s glutes in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud inched a shoulder off the canvas to buy herself at least three more seconds of participation in tonight’s match. “So crushing your doughy little tummy wasn’t enough?” Domi snapped as she dragged Bridget to her feet. “Now I’ve gotta knock your head around backwards too?”
Daly might’ve sounded irritated, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind sending her foe racing to the far corner with a huge Irish Whip. The BWUUUNG of brunette on buckles was unpleasant enough, the THWHAP of Domi’s bare heels crashing off Bridget’s jaw was something else entirely. Butt resting heavily on the bottom buckle, Bridget didn’t watch Daly race off to the opposite corner but she heard the patter of feet on canvas and the warring cries of the FAWNatics. Alas neither of these harbingers proved strong enough to provide a defense against the second high-speed Dropkick Daly THWHACKED into her opponent’s face.
RUNNING CORNER DROPKICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N26SqS-rUZs
Domi had expected Stroud to land flat on her ass or possibly Flair Flop to the deck, so when she did neither the former Lightweight Champion decided to take her to the far corner. Helping herself to Bridget’s left wrist, she took two big steps back, dropped a shoulder and sent the other brunette racing toward the far corner with NO! Bridget planted her heels and sent Domi in her stead. Not only that, Sweet Disaster took off after her foe to make sure she didn’t have enough time to formulate a-- Daly took to the skies, landed on the middle rope and launched herself back the way she’d came, the gold standard of lightweight viciousness twisting around near the apex to catch Bridget flush in the chest with a Rebound Crossbody that sent both brunette’s tumbling to the mat-‘OOOOOOHHHHH!’
Stroud rolled through to her knees with the smaller wrestler still held tight to her chest! From there she clambered to boot-leather, dipped her knees and busted out a flip of her own to THWHUMP Domi to the deck with a Moonsault Power Slam!
MOONSAULT POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL65G7XYV0E
The power of the landing knocked the gymnast from Stroud’s clutches, so Bridget buried her hands in the other brunette’s sleek bob and hauled her back to verticality. Too focused on eating through Daly’s lead to bother with a taunt, Stroud snuggled in behind the stunned grappler and reached through Domi’s legs to lay claim to her left arm. Pulling her prize through those parted stems, Sweet Disaster hooked her left arm under Daly’s right bicep and wrenched back to complete the Pumphandle. The sight of Domi’s forearm grinding against her own crotch got whistles from a few pockets of those in attendance, though they were quickly swallowed by an arena-wide roar when Bridgette hoisted her to chest-level and dropped to her knees, thus PLANTING the former champ with a huge Pumphandle Powerbomb!
PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LijV_myaARQ
Dominique landed in a flat spread-eagle with Stroud by her feet, an arrangement that shifted when Bridget wedged her shoulders into the pits of Daly’s knees. Hands braced just north of Domi’s shoulders, Stroud went up on tiptoe to keep all her weight on the smaller wrestler’s upturned haunches while Craig and the FAWNatics tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Domi slid out the back door with a whisper to spare, leaving Bridget to rake a hand through sweat-damp hair. “Thuuuhh… there’s more to paying dues than just taking punishment, Domi.” Stroud huffed. “It’s also about showing you the offense that got me noticed in the first place.” Domi muttered an incoherent curse, so Bridget hauled her up and went for a Waistlock only to segue into a snug grip on the other brunette’s right wrist. A quick shove between the shoulders created just enough distance to spin Daly around before Stroud reeled her in and THWHAPPED a huge Lariat across her collarbone!
DISASTROUS LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0Zmq6ft2eM
Knocked flat by the ‘Disastrous’ Lariat, Domi was little better than dead weight when Bridget cupped her ears and peeled her off the mat for a rough Standing Headscissors. Securing the Waistlock with nothing in the way of preamble, Stroud gathered her reserves before flipping Dominique onto the point of her right shoulder. Daly kicked and writhed but it was a halfhearted effort and she offered little in the way of defense against Bridget’s hands, which clamped down on her biceps to muscle the redhead up for a Crucifix. Those assembled for Spring Break cheered in anticipation and Stroud only made them wait until she’d looked her right arm across Domi’s chest. Then she swung her over and down into a Front Facelock and dropped to her tush to THWHONK Daly’s forehead against the deck! Smiling in the aftermath of that ring-shaking Cliffhanger, Bridget trundled Domi onto her back, then swung a leg over for a Reverse Straddle and helped herself to both the gymnast’s legs, Stroud deftly tucking them under her arms to point Daly’s backside to the heavens for the…
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bridget played a quick little bongo riff on those gold-sheathed cheeks, then shoved Domi away and got to her feet just before the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“YEAH!” she bellowed over the roar of applause. “HOW’S THAT FOR PAYING DUWHOOAANNNNGGGH!” Just like that there was a head under her left armpit, an arm around her waist and Bridget was off her feet, the startled brunette boosted up onto an unseen shoulder and ultimately dropped full force atop her attacker’s knees! Bridget bounced up and flopped away, one hand pressed to the small of her back while both feet kicked and pattered against the mat.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
Paying no attention whatsoever to the jeers of the crowd or the jabbering of the official, Penelope Tremblay surveyed the situation for a moment before strolling over to the far corner. Upon reaching her destination Tremblay slipped between the ropes to the apron and sprang to the top floor in a single nimble leap. Finally turning her attention to the FAWNatics, the Church’s ‘Bad Penny’ wiped away a single invisible tear then leapt out into the aether and snapped off a perfect mid-air crunch that ensured she was stretched out taut as a bowstring when her hundred and twenty-five pounds THAWHAMMED down atop Stroud’s gulping tummy!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Crushed into a puddle of mewling, twitching anguish by Tremblay’s Dying Breath, Bridget only managed to focus when Penny plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her head off the mat. “This mountain you would so cavalierly climb does not BELONG to you, sister.” the bendybacked brunette cooed. “It is mine and mine alone. Should you persist in encroaching I will happily throw you from the top… or bury you in its shadow.”
“Snuuuhhh… sneaking bytch.” Stroud groaned. “You’re gonna NNNGGGGHH!”
Penny bounced the back of her noggin against the mat, stood up and planted a boot deep in that traumatized belly. “You have been warned, sister. Next time I will not be so kind.”
Bridget only groaned, so Tremblay ground her heel against those hapless abs one more time, then turned around and slipped out of the ring, leaving the wounded heathen to question just how much she’d risk to reach the top of the FAWN mountain.