Post by hawkeye on Jul 12, 2019 0:41:41 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from--”
“Silence, heathen. This is far too important for the likes of you.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
The good mood just up and died as Miranda Wainright made her presence felt. Acknowledging the jeers with nothing more than a tip of her trademark flat-brimmed hat, the Messiah of Misery reluctantly stepped into the light and raised a microphone to her lips.
“Brothers and sisters, cops and criminals, sinners and saints, I stand before you with a message of hope for FAWN’s future. For you are about to witness the first battle between two women that will lead this promotion for years to come. One is a study in courage and tenacity, overcoming the worst filth and depravity this world has to offer en route to achieving her dream of joining the greatest fighting force in professional wrestling. Her strength and determination are the true testaments to the human condition, indeed we could ALL stand to learn from her example.” Wainright paused, nodding a little as stirring words raised a loud ‘BRIDGET!’ chant. “The other is a former game show contestant that tried and failed to climb rocks for a living.” That brought the boos out in force, yet Miranda smiled wider than ever as she finished her introduction. “Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I give to you my vision of the future… PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny materialized with the chorus, the bendybacked Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who murmured, “Your opposition considers herself fearless. I trust you will show her the folly of such thinking.”
“With a smile on my face and a song in my heart.” Penny answered softly.
Turing her attention to the ring once Miranda drifted back into the gloom, Tremblay started down the aisle. For her battle tonight the leggy tyro wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, ‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay stalked to the far corner and settled in against the buckles to await her doomed adversary.
Referee Al Carpenter had his hands full trying to coax Tremblay through an inspection of pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties, “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 selections from her growing 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 breakout 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.
Far removed from her early butterflies, Stroud offered the crowd a confident smile 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 latest pay-per-view 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’.
Smile fading now that she shared a ring with Tremblay, Bridget went straight for her opponent only to run into Al Carpenter at the halfway point.
“Easy, Bridget.” the ref suggested. “You want to prove you’re better? Do it the right way.” Stroud took a deep breath, let it out slow. After a moment’s hesitation she nodded and offered her elbows and knees for inspection. Satisfied, Al said “You’re clear. Go to your corner and I’ll get things started.”
As eager as she was to get her hands on the sneaking snot that’d laid her out at Spring Break, Bridget tempered her aggression with caution, knowing that a devotee of Miranda Wainright would try to distract her with sweetly poisoned words prior to launching any attack. So you could understand her surprise when Penelope pushed off the buckles and came forward wearing the expression of a woman who had no intention of wasting oxygen on words. Hands already curled into fists, Sweet Disaster hurried her own approach to make sure she reached center ring by the time they were close enough to--
Tremblay lunged for a Collar & Elbow and Bridget mirrored her, the pair of ingénues coming together with a tummy on tummy SMECK that carried out to the first several rows. Penny was three inches taller but Bridget was three pounds heavier and so this first clinch proved just as much stalemate as skirmish, with neither able to enforce their will for more than a step or two before the other regained the initiative. They shoved and stamped this way for ten seconds and Stroud was on the verge of disengaging when the Churchgoer let go of her elbow so she could force her taped wrist against Bridget’s mouth.
The former rock climbing standout barely had time to register this encroachment before Tremblay was scrubbing the rough tape back n’ forth across her lips! Snarling in surprise as well as pain, Bridget clouted a heavy overhand Forearm Smash against the taller brunette’s chest, then created some separation with a rough two-handed shove.
Stroud’s eyes said ‘What the hell?’ however her hands said ‘Who gives a damn!’ and the latter won out as she pounced on Penny and drew her into an equally stern Side Headlock. Grinding her knotted hands into Tremblay’s cheek was all well and good, but Bridget didn’t even feel a twinge of satisfaction until she’d halved her grip and draaaaaaagged her own tape-wrapped wrist across Penny’s eyes!
An enraged hiss suggested that Tremblay didn’t enjoy it in the slightest, it also explained the half dozen punches she shiv’ed into Bridget’s tummy, just to the right of her navel. Teeth bared, Stroud returned the Headlock to full strength and dropped to one knee, forcing her opponent to do the same. “Welcome to the Mountain, tuff girl.” Bridget grunted as she continued to grind Penny’s temple against the point of her right hip. “How do you like the climb so OOOOWWW BYTCH!”
Tremblay didn’t have the leverage or positioning to escape the Headlock outright, instead she reached behind Stroud, snatched a handful of her waistband and pulllllllled up until the shorter wrestler was forced to stand to alleviate the sting of the wedgie. Sawing with even more enthusiasm once she was mostly vertical again, Penny added in quick punches to the heathen’s belly, Miranda’s Acolyte using the attacks in concert to lead Stroud into the ropes.
More than willing to answer the wedgie with as much pressure as the Headlock could muster, Bridget watched Penny hook one foot over the bottom rope so she yoked up one more time in anticipation of a bre-- “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Sweet Disaster threw her head back and wailed because Tremblay didn’t ask for a break, she relinquished the wedgie in favor for an underhanded grip between her opponent’s thighs! Aware of their position despite the jolt of anguish, Bridget threaded a foot between the top and middle rope, then shouted, “Break! Break the goddamned hold!”
Carpenter was already in position with that exact demand, alas Penny seemed disinclined to heed it, so Al began to count and Stroud gave up on the Headlock in favor of several quick Hammer Fists directed against the back of her opponent’s skull. “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
Penny straightened up simultaneous with ‘FOUR!’ and CRAAACKED Stroud across the cheek with the same hand that’d just been worrying at the brunette’s trunks. Stroud’s head snapped back over the strands, but not so far that Penny couldn’t lean in to whisper in her ear. “Your warnings mean nothing, bytch. YOU mean nothing.”
The words were barely out of the True Believer’s mouth when Bridget got both hands against her chest and pushed hard enough to send Tremblay backpedaling halfway across the ring.
Stroud was after her in the blink of an eye and though the newcomer considered herself a wrestler first and foremost, her only concern at the moment was filling her hands with Penny’s dark locks. She almost certainly would’ve succeeded if Al hadn’t stepped into her path with both hands raised. “Take a breath, Bridget!” he advised. “You called for the break, so step back, catch your breath and get your head together.”
Bridget remained rooted to the spot, motionless save for the rise and fall of her shoulders as she glared beyond the official, her eyes locked on the Church’s Bad Penny. Part of her expected Tremblay to smirk, sneer or otherwise mock, but the willowy brunette did nothing of the sort. If anything she looked just as angry as Sweet Disaster. Eyes narrowing as her fury was tempered by confusion, Stroud took a moment to ‘snap’ her distended bottoms back into place.
Infinitely aware of his position between the Rock Climber and the Hard Case, Al glanced from one to the other, then said, “Keep away from the eyes, ladies. You’re better than that.”
Bridget barely heard him, she’d begun circling to her right the instant Penny did the same. “Let’s hear it, honey.” Stroud said as they drew closer together.
Tremblay raised an eyebrow, nothing more. “Hear what?”
“Your Bond villain speech. Your origin story. Your bullshyt motive for jumping me like a coward at Spring Break.”
The Churchgoer drew to a halt with her fingers only inches from Stroud’s. Rather than close for another Lock-Up, she took a step back and said, “You think this is about you? What an arrogant assumption. You’ve done nothing to earn any insight into how I became the person I am today. As for my motives…” Tremblay lifted her left hand overhead and curled her fingers ever so slightly. “Join your hand to mind and I will bring light to a tiny bit of the vast darkness that is your ignorance.”
Barely resisting the urge to swivel Penelope’s head with a single slap, Bridget stepped forward, raised her right hand and pressed it against Tremblay’s.
“Your boundless enthusiasm disgusts me.” Penny said after she’d raised her other hand. “Your blind optimism sickens me. Your… perpetual sunny naiveté in the face of--”
Bridget finished the Test of Strength, yanked the Churchgoer’s arms down to three and nine and surged forward, driving her chest into Tremblay’s. Feet braced wide and flat, the brunettes surged into one another, their mutual efforts reduced to nothing more than the thrum of shoulders and thighs as they sought to impose will. Effectively glued together mouth on shoulder, Stroud pushed forward and growled, “That’s all you’ve got, huh? Another sad sack nihilist that can’t stand anyone who isn’t as miserable as she is? Would’ve expected more from one of Wainright’s crazies, guess her recruitment efforts are slipeeeerrrrrrgggghhhh!”
Penny turned her head ever so slightly so she could grind the point of her chin into the soft spot just below Bridget’s left ear. “Keep her name out of your mouth, bytch. She brings more to this world than you evernnggghh!”
Stroud wrenched her head away from Tremblay’s only to come in at a different angle so she could gouge her chin into the side of Penny’s neck. “Fine with me, honey.” Bridget growled. “This’ll be all about you and me. So don’t even think about calling for the flock when I start kicking your AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!” Penny adjusted again, her lips brushing the lobe of Bridget’s ear a heartbeat before she clamped down! Concentration shattered by the callous chewing, Stroud’s position grew that much worse when Tremblay yanked their arms down by ninety degrees and puuuuuuushed Bridget’s hands back over her wrists like she meant to touch them to her foe’s forearms!
Teeth clenched against the steely ache making its way from her wrists to her elbows, Stroud went up on tiptoe and shook her head ‘no’ when the referee took a step forward. “Don’t waste your breath, Al.” she huffed. “This witch is never gonna beat me with a game of mercNNNHHHH!”
Penny delivered a single short, swift kick to the smaller wrestler’s left shin, just below the knee. Bridget’s legs gave way on impact and she crumpled to her knees, this new arrangement doing nothing for the creeping burn in her forearms. Pretty face stern and cold as she loomed over the penitent brunette, Penelope murmured, “That cavalier attitude is exactly what I’m talking about, Stroud. One strong push and I could snap both of your wrists and the only comparison you can muster is a schoolyard diversion? How did you ever survive out in the world, let alone muster the wherewithal to climb a mountOOFFFFHH!”
Bridget drove her forehead into the zealot’s belly once, twice, three times! The last weakened Tremblay’s grip to the point that Sweet Disaster could return their knotted hands to high noon and thus clamber to boot leather without risking a strained wri-- Penny pivoted to one side and drove the curve of one slim hip into Bridget’s startled features! Crumpling back to her knees, Stroud was still clearing the cobwebs when Tremblay segued from the Knucklelocks to a pair of identical Wristlocks. Drawing Bridget’s arms forward rather than up or down, Miranda’s most mysterious follower raised her right foot, braced it against the former rock climber’s chest and puuuuuuuuuuushed out while continuing to pull and tug on her prey’s wrists.
Finally showing a cold smile as she ground her heel into Stroud’s sternum, Penelope asked, “Why so quiet my intrepid little mountain climber? Surely you can recall some activity in that pathetically sheltered, noxiously ‘blessed’ existence of yours that compares to your current predicament!” Tremblay slid her encroaching foot a few inches north, all the better to scrape her sole against Bridget’s cheek and jaw. “Or perhaps your simpering mind is a blank because you’ve never had to endure anything akin to the texture, smell and yes, taste of my boot. Is THAT it, you pampered little--” Penny fell silent when Stroud powered to one knee in spite of the boot grinding against her face. “Stay where you are, gym rat.” Tremblay threatened. “This trek is far too precarious for the likes of--”
Sweet Disaster fought to her feet and stepped backward, forcing Penny to hop along in her wake to maintain the SurfboNO! The Churchgoer dropped her foot, doubled down on Stroud’s left wrist and stepped to one side while simultaneously twisting Bridget’s arm in a quick, rough circle. The sudden jolt in her shoulder distracted the rookie long enough for Tremblay to flick her right leg back and out at a near perfect forty-five degrees, that heel just THWHACKING against the point of Stroud’s chin!
ARM WRENCH HOOK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGwnT3K7Lbo
Bridget’s head snapped back, the rising fire in her eyes dimmed by the other brunette’s pinpoint savagery. She would’ve timbered to the deck if Tremblay hadn’t caught a handful of shoulder-strap and held her steady long enough to swing ‘round behind. Catching Stroud in a tight Full Nelson, Penelope hoisted her heathen up so abruptly that Bridget’s legs swung all the way to waist-level. Then Penny sat out and THWHUMPED Stroud’s bum into the canvas with a Full Nelson Bomb that had the ingénue squirming and squeaking in her clutches.
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=015fKDfspm0
Feeling no particular urge to relinquish the Nelson, Tremblay threaded her legs around Stroud’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until she sobbed a breathless, “NO!”
“Oh yes.” Penny murmured as she continued to grind her thighs against the other wrestler’s vulnerable ribs. “It seems you’ve fallen all the way to the bottom of the mountain. Perhaps its time to admit that this climb is far too daunting for one with such a tender constiturrrhhhhh!”
Penny’s words faded away to an angry growl when Bridget reached back and buried her hands in the Acolyte’s dark hair. “Let go of her hair, Bridget.” Al coaxed when Tremblay made no mention of the infraction. “C’mon now, you know--”
“Silence.” Penny snapped. “She’s finally starting to learn.”
“Stuff it, asshole.” Stroud grunted. “You’re the one in need of a lessoooooohhhhh f*ck!”
Tremblay repaid like with like, twining her fingers in Bridget’s hair for a round of hellacious tugging. “You don’t need him to rescue you, do you, tough girl? Surely the view from the top isn’t nearly so satisfying if someone else carried you the whole--” Penny drew in a sharp, surprised little gasp when Stroud’s second round of hair pulling made her eyes water.
“Feel that tug, Tremblay? That sting?” Sweet Disaster growled. “That’s your hair starting to pull away from your scalp. Now imagine how that’ll feel when I get my hands on your soft little gut or that haughty, arrogant fa--whoooaaaNNNNNGGGHH!”
Penny laid out on her back, pulling Stroud into her lap only to sit up and THWHUMP the trapped brunette’s backside into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a heavy Keister Bounce! Abandoning her hold on Tremblay’s hair as pain raced up from her tailbone, Bridget braced those dangerous hands against Tremblay’s thighs, but rather than push she dug in deep, her fingers worrying and gouging at the pale, dense meat of Penny’s long stems.
Stifling a groan of her own, Penelope let go of Stroud’s hair and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of Forearm Smashes against the nape of her foe’s neck. The shots landed flush, but Bridget’s grip didn’t lessen in the slightest, so Tremblay worked her hands beneath the smaller brunette’s arms and secured a claw of her own to Stroud’s bounty.
“You nasty bytch.” Bridget groaned as Tremblay’s talons sank in deep. “Get outta my damned top and fight faWHOOOANNNNNGGGGHH!”
Penny fell back to deliver a second Keister Bounce and then a third, the Churchgoer making a point to keep Stroud’s butt on display for several long seconds before smashing her to the deck yet again. “Fight fair? Were you going to tell me to fight fair?” Tremblay sneered. “Did any of your beloved mountains fight fair? Did they respect your FEELINGS?” Of course not. It was the best you had to offer against the worst they could muster. Our contest will differ only in that your final view will be far more obstructed and far less pleasant than what you’re used HEYYEERRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Bridget grabbed hold of her opponent’s kneepads and rolled hard to the right, a move that stacked her on her shoulders and put Penny on her belly. T’was a pinning predicament all right, but Al didn’t even get the chance to swoop in for a one count before Stroud popped her hips and somersaulted forward into a seat on the surprised zealot’s back! Quick to dig her knees into Tremblay’s flanks, Bridget clamped her right hand down on Penny’s right shoulder, further steadying her so Sweet Disaster could unload with no less than half a dozen THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s upper back! Stroud would’ve gone for the full dozen (or two) if Tremblay hadn’t thrown both arms over the back of her head to protect against more abuse.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no honey, we’re not finished yet.” the former rock climber panted at her stunned opposition. “You wanted the best I have to offer? It’s about time you got it.”
Shifting from a mount to a seat, Stroud took hold of the taller brunette’s biceps and pulled them up and back so she could drape them across her thighs. Aware of the danger, Penny kept her chin tucked against her chest to defend against what came next, but Bridget wouldn’t be denied so she balled her hands into fists and grrrroooound her knuckles against the Churchgoer’s temples until Tremblay twisted her head to escape the pressure. That’s when Sweet Disaster cinched an S-grip beneath her tormentor’s chin and CRANKED back on a Camel Clutch that had Penny glaring into the rafters.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Don’t you quit, don’t you dare quit!” Stroud snarled over the chorus of ‘TAP!’ chants coming from the FAWNatics. Penny didn’t dignify that with an answer, though she did waggle a finger ‘no’ when Al came over to ask his usual insipid questions. Once he’d been dealt with, Tremblay crooked her fingers into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaaked ‘em up and down the coppery expanses of Bridget’s thighs. “Nice claws, baby.” Stroud hissed. “Tell me what you think of my knuckles.”
“There’s as flimsy and untested as the rest of youMMMRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Penny’s tart response devolved into a pained snarl when the former rock climber slid her knotted hands north so she could drag her knuckles back & forth across the other brunette’s mouth and nose! “Don’t think your nose is supposed to bend like that, Penelope.” Bridget observed as she continued to do unpleasant things to Tremblay’s shnoz. “Might break if I keep playing like this. Didn’t expect someone with such a big mouth to have such delicate featurrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!”
The Acolyte forced her head down enough to sink her teeth into the meat at the base of Stroud’s left thumb. Teeth bared, Bridget opened her mouth, but delayed long enough to shake her head ‘no’ when Carpenter stepped in to call the infraction. “Cut it out or you won’t like what I do next, Penn--” the purple-clad brunette hissed as Tremblay continued to gnash and grind. After a moment she found her voice. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Pulling her right hand from the S-grip (which effectively ended the torque on Penny’s neck) Bridget slid two fingers on that hand into the side of Tremblay’s mouth and yanked back on a savage fishhook!
“AAARRRRRRHHHH BIDGE!” Penny gurgled as the other ingénue tried to gift her with a lopsided smile.
“That’s right, princess.” Stroud agreed. “Don’t you ever forget dammit!”
Tremblay pulled her right arm offa Stroud’s thigh, but rather than try to extract the fishhook she scored her foe’s left calf until she could slide that arm free as well. Effectively free of Bridget’s grasp (save for that damned two-fingered tether) Penelope braced her hands against the mat and powered to all fours, almost bucking Stroud from her mount in the process. Fishhook be damned, the True Believer scrambled forward until she could reach out and snatch hold of the middle rope. “Break it, mountain climber.” Penny burbled around those intruding fingers. “This slope is too steep for the likes of NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHHH!”
Sweet Disaster freed her own hand and abandoned the hook in the same instant, unfortunately for Penny her relief proved short-lived as Stroud palmed the top of her skull with one hand and PWAK-PWAK-PWAK-PWAAAKED a series of Forearm Smashes against the nape of her neck! Give the devil her due, Tremblay fought to one knee while enduring this bludgeoning and gave back some of her own with a sharp elbow delivered to Bridget’s midsection. Stroud ‘ooofffhed’, turned the palming grip into a plain ol’ hair-pull and wrenched Penny’s head straight back, all the better to deliver another heavy payload of Forearms to her undefended che--
“Enough, that’s enough of that shyt!” Al barked as he closed in on the action. “She’s in the ropes, Bridget! Let her go and back-- oh c’mon, dammit!”
Not about to let the Churchgoer avoid retribution so easily, Bridget caught Penny’s right wrist in her left hand and pulled it snug against the other brunette’s midsection in a sort of tummy-centric Half Straightjacket. It turned into a full Straightjacket once Bridget collected the zealot’s left wrist in her other hand and mirrored her earlier grip. “Not in the ropes now, is she?” Stroud muttered in the midst of grinding a knee into the small of Tremblay’s back. “You still want a break, Penny? Lean forward and bite that HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
‘Bad’ Penny thumped a Reverse Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach, then clambered to boot-leather and STAMPED her right foot down on the smaller brunette’s toes! “Feeling your bones grind beneath my heel is far more satisfying than NNNGGGHHH!”
Bridget smashed a Headbutt between the taller woman’s shoulders, wrenched her foot free in the resultant shudder. Just like that she jabbed a short kick into the back of Tremblay’s right thigh, then put her knee in the pit of her opponent’s knee and pushed forward until Penelope collapsed to an involuntary penance. Straightjacket still in place, Bridget stepped forward and pulled Tremblay in close so that both knees were snug in the small of her back. “So you want to feel bones grind, honey? Then you’re gonna love this.”
Penny didn’t get a chance to answer before Stroud dropped to her butt and stretched out flat to streeeeeetch the zealot over her posted knees in an agonizing variation on the Bow & Arrow! Clamped down tight on Tremblay’s wrists, Bridget slid the Straightjacket north until it was snugged tight across her rival’s throat. “How you like the climb now, Penny? How about the view?” Bridget jostled her grip that much harder, clearly enjoying the grunts and groans of the trapped True Believer.
STRAIGHTJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFhQbhFBiXI
Tremblay twisted and turned, working hard to free her wrists, but to no avail. “The view remains unchanged.” she snarled. “All I see is the same prissy, untested optimist I intend to hurl into the voiAAARRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget raised her knees that much higher and yanked down on Penny’s wrists like she meant to snap the bendy-back in half! “Sounds like the strain of the climb is starting to get to you, baby! Know what I see? I see a mean little brat who WHOOAAHH OOOFFFFHHH!”
The elevated knees were hell on Tremblay’s back, however it also meant the Acolyte had a bit more room to move her legs, as Stroud discovered when Penny abruptly slipped out from underneath. With her legs no longer in the heathen’s power, Penelope planted her feet and pushed off to somersault backward over those hateful knees to land tush-first atop her opponent’s chest. Free of the Straightjacket a heartbeat prior, Penny put her hands on Bridget’s knees and pushed down, forcing those legs flat. Struggling to get Tremblay’s ass off her chest, Stroud pushed at the opposing hips and NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNRRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny put her right hand flat on the rock climber’s tummy, curled her left into a white-knuckled fist and delivered half a dozen Hammer Fists to Bridget’s navel before sinking a Claw deep into those proud, albeit exposed abdominals. “You’re no mountain.” Tremblay taunted as she gouged her index finger deep into the other brunette’s navel. “You’re not even a molehill. You’re nothing but garbage to be kicked aside on my journey to the OOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sweet Disaster stopped pushing and started squeezing, Bridget gouging a Double Claw into the zealot’s unsuspecting tummy. “Kuuuuhhh… keep talking, honey.” Stroud huffed as she dug into that gulping, alabaster midsection. “Gonna make it all the more satisfying when I climb over you on my way to the MMMMPPPHHH!”
Penny slid back and settled down, the lithesome newcomer planting the full weight of her rump atop Bridget’s nose. “This is the highest you’ll ever reach, brat.” Tremblay waggled her hips, gripped the wrist of her clawin’ hand and bounced up and down to drive even more air from her prey’s lungs. Stroud kicked and thrashed like a madwoman but couldn’t escape the smother or the Belly Claw, thus Al Carpenter swooping in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“OOOOOWWWW YOU SHYT!”
Tremblay’s satisfied sneer curdled to a pained grimace when Stroud snatched hold of her wrist and jammed a thumb against the pressure point on the underside! The Churchgoer abandoned the cover with half a heartbeat to spare, Penny scrambling to verticality so she could create some NO!” Bridget doubled down on her Wristlock, ensuring the other brunette couldn’t escape. Spinning around on her back, the former rock climbing standout drew both knees to her chest and tugged Tremblay close enough to stuff both boots into her tummy. In the same breath she tumbled backward and kicked her legs up straight to toss Penelope up, over and DOWN with an improvised Monkey Flip! Tremblay landed hard, lost her wind and immediately tried to get it back only to get a handful of Disastrous backside because Stroud somersaulted through and came down with her rear atop the Acolyte’s surprised mug! Knees clamped together to seal Tremblay’s features that much tighter, Bridget put her hands on her knees and growled, “Don’t be so dramatic.” Stroud taunted as Al closed in for another cover. “Your view is much better than mine.”
Penny was still thrashing when the ref tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--“AAAAAHHHHHH NASTY WITCH!”
Sweet Disaster vacated her would-be throne in a hurry, one hand clamped to the inside of her right thigh which now bore the marks of the zealot’s teeth. “Tacky slut.” Tremblay hissed as she clambered to boot leather. “You’ll see nothing but darkness by the time I’m finished with--”
CRAAACK!
Bridget smote one cheek with a truly righteous Bytch Slap that knocked the taller brunette back a few steps. Eyes flashing as the Acolyte regarded her with ‘how could you?’ hate, Stroud warned, “Open your mouth one more time and I’ll slap it into the upper de--”
Tremblay returned the Bytch Slap with cheek-blistering interest and then the fists came out, Penny and Bridget damned near rooted in place while they hammered away at one another with all the grace of a hockey fight. Al Carpenter bless his heart didn’t even bother with a warning, he simply placed himself beside the action and barked, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Tremblay shoved the heathen away, not because she was through throwing hands but because she didn’t want the arbiter to throw the fight out before Stroud’s blood stippled her knuckles. “Disqualification won’t save you the fall, mountain climber.” she murmured. “I’m going to savor the sound of you hitting the NNNNGGGGHH!”
Bridget stormed in, drove a Headbutt into the bridge of Tremblay’s nose.
“Do me a favor, Penny.” Stroud said while the other brunette shook off the blow. “Wipe the blood off your face before you threaten--”
Penelope charged, would’ve buried her claws in Bridget’s face if Stroud hadn’t dipped down and braced both hands against Tremblay’s tummy. Pushing straight up even as Penny clawed at her shoulders, Bridget launched her foe into the air and caught her coming down with a huge Forearm Smash that THWHACKED against the Churchgoer’s bloodied nose!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Penny hit the deck on all fours and probably would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Bridget hadn’t caught a double handful of hair and hauled her up. Working in silence now that the summit was in sight, Stroud swung around behind her rival and reached through Penny’s legs to lay claim to her left arm. Drawing the trapped limb through those splayed stems, Sweet Disaster hooked her left arm under Tremblay’s right bicep and wrenched back to complete the Pumphandle. Bridget heard the whoops from some of the FAWNatics and thanked their enthusiasm by pulling Tremblay’s forearm into her crotch once, twice, three times. The cheers got that much louder as soon as Stroud muscled the bigger brunette to chest-level and dropped to her knees to THWHAM Penny down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! Wedging her shoulders into the pits of Penelope’s knees as soon as they landed, Bridget plowed forward and went up on tiptoe to keep the True Believer folded in half for the…
PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LijV_myaARQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Angriest Acolyte kicked out with a whisper to spare, Tremblay flopping out flat on her stomach while Bridget raised three fingers to Al. Carpenter answered with two, just as she’d expected, so Sweet Disaster grabbed her foe by the shoulder-straps and scraped her off the deck. A snug Waistlock followed, or rather a half Waistlock since she secured Tremblay’s right wrist in her left hand. Free hand against the other brunette’s right shoulder, Stroud pushed off, stepped back and tugged on that captured wrist to spin Penny ‘round on one heel for a truly ‘Disastrous’ Lari--‘OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
The FAWNatics mingled sympathetic anguish with outrage when Penelope THWHUMPED a vile punt between her opponent’s thighs!
“Good Lord, Penny!” Carpenter spoke for the rest of the crowd. “You can’t just go low like that! It’s not--”
Penny wasn’t listening, she grabbed the other brunette’s wrist and reeled her in so she could hook her right arm across Stroud’s chest. Catching a handful of purple bottoms just because she could, Tremblay hauled Bridget into the sky and dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUNK the knock-kneed brunette spine-first atop the posted joint! “UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdodlObbCWY
Bridget arched on impact, more than high enough to fall free of the Churchgoer’s clutches *if* Penny had deigned to let her go. Alas Tremblay did not and she hauled Stroud back to boot-leather whereupon she transitioned from her previous grip to a Half Nelson on the heathen’s right arm. Sidled in close, Tremblay hooked her right arm behind the other brunette’s right knee and hauled her up again, Bridget’s coppery frame bundled into a tight cradle that lasted until Penny genuflected for another crushing Backbreaker!
CRADLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cfPARKQQBs
Unable to stifle a sob as she hit the mat on her face, chest and belly, Stroud somehow found the energy to draw away from Tremblay’s grasping claws, the injured brunette barrel rolling to, then beneath the bottom rope for the safe haven of the apron.
“Gutless coward.” Penelope hissed. “I knew you’d retreat when conditions grew perilous.”
Bridget made no reply, she was busy struggling to all fours, her attention divided between the aches in her back and groin. Not about to let Stroud cling to hope when she hung over such a precipitous drop, Tremblay stalked to that side of the ring and slipped through the ropes, though she did it at a distance so as not to alert the heathen of her presence. In this she was successful, but she was barely through the strands when the capacity crowd betrayed her with a worried roar.
On one knee now, Bridget pulled herself up and looked over one shoulder in time to see-- “AAAAAWWW GAAAAHHHD!”
‘Bad’ Penny went down on one knee for a second Low Blow, a viper-quick Uppercut that THWHAPPED her forearm into the other brunette’s undercarriage. Bridget doubled over, would’ve tumbled to the floor if Tremblay hadn’t caught her by the waistband. “No, mountain climber. You don’t fall until I say so.”
Deaf to the protests of Al and the rest of the throng, Penny slipped her head beneath Bridget’s left arm and looped her right arm around the smaller wrestler’s lower back. Left hand palmed to Stroud’s glutes, Tremblay lifted Bridget onto her shoulder, then stepped off the apron and dropped to the floor to THWHUNK Bridget’s battered back against the narrow, unforgiving ledge! Stroud bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood. This stifled the scream, but it couldn’t still her spasming back, nor could it stop Penny from shoving her back into the squared circle.
APRON BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjACV1EFU5o
Genuinely delighted by Stroud’s broken crawl across the canvas, Tremblay hopped onto the apron and raced down to the corner offering the best angle of attack. Crouched down in the high rent district before the heathens could muster another warning, Penelope popped up and leapt out into the void, the bloodied bendy-back drawing herself together for a mid-air toe touch that made damned sure those washboard abs were stretched tighter than tight when she THAWHAMMED down atop the small of Bridget’s devastated back!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
Tremblay bounced into a handstand, came down on one knee and immediately shoveled Bridget onto her back with a Half Nelson. From there she swung one long leg over and sat down hard on Stroud’s chest, the Angriest Acolyte making sure to hook both legs under her armpits in an aggressive Matchbook even though Sweet Disaster was clearly dead to the world through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Penny ‘slapped’ both hands down on those upturned glutes, then shoved Bridget’s legs aside and stood up so she could have one foot on the heathen’s chest when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The first wave of vitriol was still quite fresh when Carpenter moved in to check on his charges. Penny saw him, offered her right wrist. “Raise my hand, arbiter.”
“Once you take your boot off her chest.” the official replied.
Tremblay shook her head ‘no’. “Absolutely not. Bridget Stroud is so intent on conquering mountains, it’s only fitting that she has to play the role herself from time to time.” Penny pressed down and worked her ankle from side to side, the brunette digging in with her boot to emphasize the point.
Al fell quiet, though he looked less than pleased to present the winner to the crowd.
Sensing his distaste, Tremblay drew clear within seconds, though she dropped to one knee above her prey rather than savor a victory lap. “The fall didn’t break you, did it Bridget? Certainly not. One mere fall, it was little more than a skid, really, isn’t enough to do more then scuff your pride, right?”
“Duuuhhh…damned right.” Stroud groaned. “Gonna get you for… for working my trunkSSOOOOOOWWWWWWWW BYTCH STOP!”
Penny struck quick as a snake, the limber brunette sinking a white-knuckled claw grip between her opponent’s thighs! “This is the very LEAST of your worries, priss!” Penny snarled. “The elevation will be considerably higher when next we meet and I promise the fall will be that much more painful!” She bore down for a few more seconds, then let loose only to deliver a final forget me not SLAP to Stroud’s defenseless crotch.
Smiling even before the other brunette turned onto one side and curled in a tight ball, Penny stood tall and looked out at those assembled, daring anyone to question her dominance.
No one did, which was just as it should be.
“Silence, heathen. This is far too important for the likes of you.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
The good mood just up and died as Miranda Wainright made her presence felt. Acknowledging the jeers with nothing more than a tip of her trademark flat-brimmed hat, the Messiah of Misery reluctantly stepped into the light and raised a microphone to her lips.
“Brothers and sisters, cops and criminals, sinners and saints, I stand before you with a message of hope for FAWN’s future. For you are about to witness the first battle between two women that will lead this promotion for years to come. One is a study in courage and tenacity, overcoming the worst filth and depravity this world has to offer en route to achieving her dream of joining the greatest fighting force in professional wrestling. Her strength and determination are the true testaments to the human condition, indeed we could ALL stand to learn from her example.” Wainright paused, nodding a little as stirring words raised a loud ‘BRIDGET!’ chant. “The other is a former game show contestant that tried and failed to climb rocks for a living.” That brought the boos out in force, yet Miranda smiled wider than ever as she finished her introduction. “Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I give to you my vision of the future… PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny materialized with the chorus, the bendybacked Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who murmured, “Your opposition considers herself fearless. I trust you will show her the folly of such thinking.”
“With a smile on my face and a song in my heart.” Penny answered softly.
Turing her attention to the ring once Miranda drifted back into the gloom, Tremblay started down the aisle. For her battle tonight the leggy tyro wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, ‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay stalked to the far corner and settled in against the buckles to await her doomed adversary.
Referee Al Carpenter had his hands full trying to coax Tremblay through an inspection of pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties, “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 selections from her growing 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 breakout 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.
Far removed from her early butterflies, Stroud offered the crowd a confident smile 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 latest pay-per-view 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’.
Smile fading now that she shared a ring with Tremblay, Bridget went straight for her opponent only to run into Al Carpenter at the halfway point.
“Easy, Bridget.” the ref suggested. “You want to prove you’re better? Do it the right way.” Stroud took a deep breath, let it out slow. After a moment’s hesitation she nodded and offered her elbows and knees for inspection. Satisfied, Al said “You’re clear. Go to your corner and I’ll get things started.”
As eager as she was to get her hands on the sneaking snot that’d laid her out at Spring Break, Bridget tempered her aggression with caution, knowing that a devotee of Miranda Wainright would try to distract her with sweetly poisoned words prior to launching any attack. So you could understand her surprise when Penelope pushed off the buckles and came forward wearing the expression of a woman who had no intention of wasting oxygen on words. Hands already curled into fists, Sweet Disaster hurried her own approach to make sure she reached center ring by the time they were close enough to--
Tremblay lunged for a Collar & Elbow and Bridget mirrored her, the pair of ingénues coming together with a tummy on tummy SMECK that carried out to the first several rows. Penny was three inches taller but Bridget was three pounds heavier and so this first clinch proved just as much stalemate as skirmish, with neither able to enforce their will for more than a step or two before the other regained the initiative. They shoved and stamped this way for ten seconds and Stroud was on the verge of disengaging when the Churchgoer let go of her elbow so she could force her taped wrist against Bridget’s mouth.
The former rock climbing standout barely had time to register this encroachment before Tremblay was scrubbing the rough tape back n’ forth across her lips! Snarling in surprise as well as pain, Bridget clouted a heavy overhand Forearm Smash against the taller brunette’s chest, then created some separation with a rough two-handed shove.
Stroud’s eyes said ‘What the hell?’ however her hands said ‘Who gives a damn!’ and the latter won out as she pounced on Penny and drew her into an equally stern Side Headlock. Grinding her knotted hands into Tremblay’s cheek was all well and good, but Bridget didn’t even feel a twinge of satisfaction until she’d halved her grip and draaaaaaagged her own tape-wrapped wrist across Penny’s eyes!
An enraged hiss suggested that Tremblay didn’t enjoy it in the slightest, it also explained the half dozen punches she shiv’ed into Bridget’s tummy, just to the right of her navel. Teeth bared, Stroud returned the Headlock to full strength and dropped to one knee, forcing her opponent to do the same. “Welcome to the Mountain, tuff girl.” Bridget grunted as she continued to grind Penny’s temple against the point of her right hip. “How do you like the climb so OOOOWWW BYTCH!”
Tremblay didn’t have the leverage or positioning to escape the Headlock outright, instead she reached behind Stroud, snatched a handful of her waistband and pulllllllled up until the shorter wrestler was forced to stand to alleviate the sting of the wedgie. Sawing with even more enthusiasm once she was mostly vertical again, Penny added in quick punches to the heathen’s belly, Miranda’s Acolyte using the attacks in concert to lead Stroud into the ropes.
More than willing to answer the wedgie with as much pressure as the Headlock could muster, Bridget watched Penny hook one foot over the bottom rope so she yoked up one more time in anticipation of a bre-- “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Sweet Disaster threw her head back and wailed because Tremblay didn’t ask for a break, she relinquished the wedgie in favor for an underhanded grip between her opponent’s thighs! Aware of their position despite the jolt of anguish, Bridget threaded a foot between the top and middle rope, then shouted, “Break! Break the goddamned hold!”
Carpenter was already in position with that exact demand, alas Penny seemed disinclined to heed it, so Al began to count and Stroud gave up on the Headlock in favor of several quick Hammer Fists directed against the back of her opponent’s skull. “ONE… TWO… THREE…”
Penny straightened up simultaneous with ‘FOUR!’ and CRAAACKED Stroud across the cheek with the same hand that’d just been worrying at the brunette’s trunks. Stroud’s head snapped back over the strands, but not so far that Penny couldn’t lean in to whisper in her ear. “Your warnings mean nothing, bytch. YOU mean nothing.”
The words were barely out of the True Believer’s mouth when Bridget got both hands against her chest and pushed hard enough to send Tremblay backpedaling halfway across the ring.
Stroud was after her in the blink of an eye and though the newcomer considered herself a wrestler first and foremost, her only concern at the moment was filling her hands with Penny’s dark locks. She almost certainly would’ve succeeded if Al hadn’t stepped into her path with both hands raised. “Take a breath, Bridget!” he advised. “You called for the break, so step back, catch your breath and get your head together.”
Bridget remained rooted to the spot, motionless save for the rise and fall of her shoulders as she glared beyond the official, her eyes locked on the Church’s Bad Penny. Part of her expected Tremblay to smirk, sneer or otherwise mock, but the willowy brunette did nothing of the sort. If anything she looked just as angry as Sweet Disaster. Eyes narrowing as her fury was tempered by confusion, Stroud took a moment to ‘snap’ her distended bottoms back into place.
Infinitely aware of his position between the Rock Climber and the Hard Case, Al glanced from one to the other, then said, “Keep away from the eyes, ladies. You’re better than that.”
Bridget barely heard him, she’d begun circling to her right the instant Penny did the same. “Let’s hear it, honey.” Stroud said as they drew closer together.
Tremblay raised an eyebrow, nothing more. “Hear what?”
“Your Bond villain speech. Your origin story. Your bullshyt motive for jumping me like a coward at Spring Break.”
The Churchgoer drew to a halt with her fingers only inches from Stroud’s. Rather than close for another Lock-Up, she took a step back and said, “You think this is about you? What an arrogant assumption. You’ve done nothing to earn any insight into how I became the person I am today. As for my motives…” Tremblay lifted her left hand overhead and curled her fingers ever so slightly. “Join your hand to mind and I will bring light to a tiny bit of the vast darkness that is your ignorance.”
Barely resisting the urge to swivel Penelope’s head with a single slap, Bridget stepped forward, raised her right hand and pressed it against Tremblay’s.
“Your boundless enthusiasm disgusts me.” Penny said after she’d raised her other hand. “Your blind optimism sickens me. Your… perpetual sunny naiveté in the face of--”
Bridget finished the Test of Strength, yanked the Churchgoer’s arms down to three and nine and surged forward, driving her chest into Tremblay’s. Feet braced wide and flat, the brunettes surged into one another, their mutual efforts reduced to nothing more than the thrum of shoulders and thighs as they sought to impose will. Effectively glued together mouth on shoulder, Stroud pushed forward and growled, “That’s all you’ve got, huh? Another sad sack nihilist that can’t stand anyone who isn’t as miserable as she is? Would’ve expected more from one of Wainright’s crazies, guess her recruitment efforts are slipeeeerrrrrrgggghhhh!”
Penny turned her head ever so slightly so she could grind the point of her chin into the soft spot just below Bridget’s left ear. “Keep her name out of your mouth, bytch. She brings more to this world than you evernnggghh!”
Stroud wrenched her head away from Tremblay’s only to come in at a different angle so she could gouge her chin into the side of Penny’s neck. “Fine with me, honey.” Bridget growled. “This’ll be all about you and me. So don’t even think about calling for the flock when I start kicking your AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH!” Penny adjusted again, her lips brushing the lobe of Bridget’s ear a heartbeat before she clamped down! Concentration shattered by the callous chewing, Stroud’s position grew that much worse when Tremblay yanked their arms down by ninety degrees and puuuuuuushed Bridget’s hands back over her wrists like she meant to touch them to her foe’s forearms!
Teeth clenched against the steely ache making its way from her wrists to her elbows, Stroud went up on tiptoe and shook her head ‘no’ when the referee took a step forward. “Don’t waste your breath, Al.” she huffed. “This witch is never gonna beat me with a game of mercNNNHHHH!”
Penny delivered a single short, swift kick to the smaller wrestler’s left shin, just below the knee. Bridget’s legs gave way on impact and she crumpled to her knees, this new arrangement doing nothing for the creeping burn in her forearms. Pretty face stern and cold as she loomed over the penitent brunette, Penelope murmured, “That cavalier attitude is exactly what I’m talking about, Stroud. One strong push and I could snap both of your wrists and the only comparison you can muster is a schoolyard diversion? How did you ever survive out in the world, let alone muster the wherewithal to climb a mountOOFFFFHH!”
Bridget drove her forehead into the zealot’s belly once, twice, three times! The last weakened Tremblay’s grip to the point that Sweet Disaster could return their knotted hands to high noon and thus clamber to boot leather without risking a strained wri-- Penny pivoted to one side and drove the curve of one slim hip into Bridget’s startled features! Crumpling back to her knees, Stroud was still clearing the cobwebs when Tremblay segued from the Knucklelocks to a pair of identical Wristlocks. Drawing Bridget’s arms forward rather than up or down, Miranda’s most mysterious follower raised her right foot, braced it against the former rock climber’s chest and puuuuuuuuuuushed out while continuing to pull and tug on her prey’s wrists.
Finally showing a cold smile as she ground her heel into Stroud’s sternum, Penelope asked, “Why so quiet my intrepid little mountain climber? Surely you can recall some activity in that pathetically sheltered, noxiously ‘blessed’ existence of yours that compares to your current predicament!” Tremblay slid her encroaching foot a few inches north, all the better to scrape her sole against Bridget’s cheek and jaw. “Or perhaps your simpering mind is a blank because you’ve never had to endure anything akin to the texture, smell and yes, taste of my boot. Is THAT it, you pampered little--” Penny fell silent when Stroud powered to one knee in spite of the boot grinding against her face. “Stay where you are, gym rat.” Tremblay threatened. “This trek is far too precarious for the likes of--”
Sweet Disaster fought to her feet and stepped backward, forcing Penny to hop along in her wake to maintain the SurfboNO! The Churchgoer dropped her foot, doubled down on Stroud’s left wrist and stepped to one side while simultaneously twisting Bridget’s arm in a quick, rough circle. The sudden jolt in her shoulder distracted the rookie long enough for Tremblay to flick her right leg back and out at a near perfect forty-five degrees, that heel just THWHACKING against the point of Stroud’s chin!
ARM WRENCH HOOK KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGwnT3K7Lbo
Bridget’s head snapped back, the rising fire in her eyes dimmed by the other brunette’s pinpoint savagery. She would’ve timbered to the deck if Tremblay hadn’t caught a handful of shoulder-strap and held her steady long enough to swing ‘round behind. Catching Stroud in a tight Full Nelson, Penelope hoisted her heathen up so abruptly that Bridget’s legs swung all the way to waist-level. Then Penny sat out and THWHUMPED Stroud’s bum into the canvas with a Full Nelson Bomb that had the ingénue squirming and squeaking in her clutches.
FULL NELSON BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=015fKDfspm0
Feeling no particular urge to relinquish the Nelson, Tremblay threaded her legs around Stroud’s waist and squeeeeeeeeeeezed until she sobbed a breathless, “NO!”
“Oh yes.” Penny murmured as she continued to grind her thighs against the other wrestler’s vulnerable ribs. “It seems you’ve fallen all the way to the bottom of the mountain. Perhaps its time to admit that this climb is far too daunting for one with such a tender constiturrrhhhhh!”
Penny’s words faded away to an angry growl when Bridget reached back and buried her hands in the Acolyte’s dark hair. “Let go of her hair, Bridget.” Al coaxed when Tremblay made no mention of the infraction. “C’mon now, you know--”
“Silence.” Penny snapped. “She’s finally starting to learn.”
“Stuff it, asshole.” Stroud grunted. “You’re the one in need of a lessoooooohhhhh f*ck!”
Tremblay repaid like with like, twining her fingers in Bridget’s hair for a round of hellacious tugging. “You don’t need him to rescue you, do you, tough girl? Surely the view from the top isn’t nearly so satisfying if someone else carried you the whole--” Penny drew in a sharp, surprised little gasp when Stroud’s second round of hair pulling made her eyes water.
“Feel that tug, Tremblay? That sting?” Sweet Disaster growled. “That’s your hair starting to pull away from your scalp. Now imagine how that’ll feel when I get my hands on your soft little gut or that haughty, arrogant fa--whoooaaaNNNNNGGGHH!”
Penny laid out on her back, pulling Stroud into her lap only to sit up and THWHUMP the trapped brunette’s backside into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a heavy Keister Bounce! Abandoning her hold on Tremblay’s hair as pain raced up from her tailbone, Bridget braced those dangerous hands against Tremblay’s thighs, but rather than push she dug in deep, her fingers worrying and gouging at the pale, dense meat of Penny’s long stems.
Stifling a groan of her own, Penelope let go of Stroud’s hair and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED a trio of Forearm Smashes against the nape of her foe’s neck. The shots landed flush, but Bridget’s grip didn’t lessen in the slightest, so Tremblay worked her hands beneath the smaller brunette’s arms and secured a claw of her own to Stroud’s bounty.
“You nasty bytch.” Bridget groaned as Tremblay’s talons sank in deep. “Get outta my damned top and fight faWHOOOANNNNNGGGGHH!”
Penny fell back to deliver a second Keister Bounce and then a third, the Churchgoer making a point to keep Stroud’s butt on display for several long seconds before smashing her to the deck yet again. “Fight fair? Were you going to tell me to fight fair?” Tremblay sneered. “Did any of your beloved mountains fight fair? Did they respect your FEELINGS?” Of course not. It was the best you had to offer against the worst they could muster. Our contest will differ only in that your final view will be far more obstructed and far less pleasant than what you’re used HEYYEERRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Bridget grabbed hold of her opponent’s kneepads and rolled hard to the right, a move that stacked her on her shoulders and put Penny on her belly. T’was a pinning predicament all right, but Al didn’t even get the chance to swoop in for a one count before Stroud popped her hips and somersaulted forward into a seat on the surprised zealot’s back! Quick to dig her knees into Tremblay’s flanks, Bridget clamped her right hand down on Penny’s right shoulder, further steadying her so Sweet Disaster could unload with no less than half a dozen THWHUMPING Forearm Smashes across her opponent’s upper back! Stroud would’ve gone for the full dozen (or two) if Tremblay hadn’t thrown both arms over the back of her head to protect against more abuse.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no honey, we’re not finished yet.” the former rock climber panted at her stunned opposition. “You wanted the best I have to offer? It’s about time you got it.”
Shifting from a mount to a seat, Stroud took hold of the taller brunette’s biceps and pulled them up and back so she could drape them across her thighs. Aware of the danger, Penny kept her chin tucked against her chest to defend against what came next, but Bridget wouldn’t be denied so she balled her hands into fists and grrrroooound her knuckles against the Churchgoer’s temples until Tremblay twisted her head to escape the pressure. That’s when Sweet Disaster cinched an S-grip beneath her tormentor’s chin and CRANKED back on a Camel Clutch that had Penny glaring into the rafters.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Don’t you quit, don’t you dare quit!” Stroud snarled over the chorus of ‘TAP!’ chants coming from the FAWNatics. Penny didn’t dignify that with an answer, though she did waggle a finger ‘no’ when Al came over to ask his usual insipid questions. Once he’d been dealt with, Tremblay crooked her fingers into hooks and raaaaaaaaaaaaked ‘em up and down the coppery expanses of Bridget’s thighs. “Nice claws, baby.” Stroud hissed. “Tell me what you think of my knuckles.”
“There’s as flimsy and untested as the rest of youMMMRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Penny’s tart response devolved into a pained snarl when the former rock climber slid her knotted hands north so she could drag her knuckles back & forth across the other brunette’s mouth and nose! “Don’t think your nose is supposed to bend like that, Penelope.” Bridget observed as she continued to do unpleasant things to Tremblay’s shnoz. “Might break if I keep playing like this. Didn’t expect someone with such a big mouth to have such delicate featurrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!”
The Acolyte forced her head down enough to sink her teeth into the meat at the base of Stroud’s left thumb. Teeth bared, Bridget opened her mouth, but delayed long enough to shake her head ‘no’ when Carpenter stepped in to call the infraction. “Cut it out or you won’t like what I do next, Penn--” the purple-clad brunette hissed as Tremblay continued to gnash and grind. After a moment she found her voice. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Pulling her right hand from the S-grip (which effectively ended the torque on Penny’s neck) Bridget slid two fingers on that hand into the side of Tremblay’s mouth and yanked back on a savage fishhook!
“AAARRRRRRHHHH BIDGE!” Penny gurgled as the other ingénue tried to gift her with a lopsided smile.
“That’s right, princess.” Stroud agreed. “Don’t you ever forget dammit!”
Tremblay pulled her right arm offa Stroud’s thigh, but rather than try to extract the fishhook she scored her foe’s left calf until she could slide that arm free as well. Effectively free of Bridget’s grasp (save for that damned two-fingered tether) Penelope braced her hands against the mat and powered to all fours, almost bucking Stroud from her mount in the process. Fishhook be damned, the True Believer scrambled forward until she could reach out and snatch hold of the middle rope. “Break it, mountain climber.” Penny burbled around those intruding fingers. “This slope is too steep for the likes of NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHHH!”
Sweet Disaster freed her own hand and abandoned the hook in the same instant, unfortunately for Penny her relief proved short-lived as Stroud palmed the top of her skull with one hand and PWAK-PWAK-PWAK-PWAAAKED a series of Forearm Smashes against the nape of her neck! Give the devil her due, Tremblay fought to one knee while enduring this bludgeoning and gave back some of her own with a sharp elbow delivered to Bridget’s midsection. Stroud ‘ooofffhed’, turned the palming grip into a plain ol’ hair-pull and wrenched Penny’s head straight back, all the better to deliver another heavy payload of Forearms to her undefended che--
“Enough, that’s enough of that shyt!” Al barked as he closed in on the action. “She’s in the ropes, Bridget! Let her go and back-- oh c’mon, dammit!”
Not about to let the Churchgoer avoid retribution so easily, Bridget caught Penny’s right wrist in her left hand and pulled it snug against the other brunette’s midsection in a sort of tummy-centric Half Straightjacket. It turned into a full Straightjacket once Bridget collected the zealot’s left wrist in her other hand and mirrored her earlier grip. “Not in the ropes now, is she?” Stroud muttered in the midst of grinding a knee into the small of Tremblay’s back. “You still want a break, Penny? Lean forward and bite that HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
‘Bad’ Penny thumped a Reverse Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach, then clambered to boot-leather and STAMPED her right foot down on the smaller brunette’s toes! “Feeling your bones grind beneath my heel is far more satisfying than NNNGGGHHH!”
Bridget smashed a Headbutt between the taller woman’s shoulders, wrenched her foot free in the resultant shudder. Just like that she jabbed a short kick into the back of Tremblay’s right thigh, then put her knee in the pit of her opponent’s knee and pushed forward until Penelope collapsed to an involuntary penance. Straightjacket still in place, Bridget stepped forward and pulled Tremblay in close so that both knees were snug in the small of her back. “So you want to feel bones grind, honey? Then you’re gonna love this.”
Penny didn’t get a chance to answer before Stroud dropped to her butt and stretched out flat to streeeeeetch the zealot over her posted knees in an agonizing variation on the Bow & Arrow! Clamped down tight on Tremblay’s wrists, Bridget slid the Straightjacket north until it was snugged tight across her rival’s throat. “How you like the climb now, Penny? How about the view?” Bridget jostled her grip that much harder, clearly enjoying the grunts and groans of the trapped True Believer.
STRAIGHTJACKET STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFhQbhFBiXI
Tremblay twisted and turned, working hard to free her wrists, but to no avail. “The view remains unchanged.” she snarled. “All I see is the same prissy, untested optimist I intend to hurl into the voiAAARRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget raised her knees that much higher and yanked down on Penny’s wrists like she meant to snap the bendy-back in half! “Sounds like the strain of the climb is starting to get to you, baby! Know what I see? I see a mean little brat who WHOOAAHH OOOFFFFHHH!”
The elevated knees were hell on Tremblay’s back, however it also meant the Acolyte had a bit more room to move her legs, as Stroud discovered when Penny abruptly slipped out from underneath. With her legs no longer in the heathen’s power, Penelope planted her feet and pushed off to somersault backward over those hateful knees to land tush-first atop her opponent’s chest. Free of the Straightjacket a heartbeat prior, Penny put her hands on Bridget’s knees and pushed down, forcing those legs flat. Struggling to get Tremblay’s ass off her chest, Stroud pushed at the opposing hips and NGH! NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNNRRRRRHHHHH!”
Penny put her right hand flat on the rock climber’s tummy, curled her left into a white-knuckled fist and delivered half a dozen Hammer Fists to Bridget’s navel before sinking a Claw deep into those proud, albeit exposed abdominals. “You’re no mountain.” Tremblay taunted as she gouged her index finger deep into the other brunette’s navel. “You’re not even a molehill. You’re nothing but garbage to be kicked aside on my journey to the OOOOHHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Sweet Disaster stopped pushing and started squeezing, Bridget gouging a Double Claw into the zealot’s unsuspecting tummy. “Kuuuuhhh… keep talking, honey.” Stroud huffed as she dug into that gulping, alabaster midsection. “Gonna make it all the more satisfying when I climb over you on my way to the MMMMPPPHHH!”
Penny slid back and settled down, the lithesome newcomer planting the full weight of her rump atop Bridget’s nose. “This is the highest you’ll ever reach, brat.” Tremblay waggled her hips, gripped the wrist of her clawin’ hand and bounced up and down to drive even more air from her prey’s lungs. Stroud kicked and thrashed like a madwoman but couldn’t escape the smother or the Belly Claw, thus Al Carpenter swooping in to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--“OOOOOWWWW YOU SHYT!”
Tremblay’s satisfied sneer curdled to a pained grimace when Stroud snatched hold of her wrist and jammed a thumb against the pressure point on the underside! The Churchgoer abandoned the cover with half a heartbeat to spare, Penny scrambling to verticality so she could create some NO!” Bridget doubled down on her Wristlock, ensuring the other brunette couldn’t escape. Spinning around on her back, the former rock climbing standout drew both knees to her chest and tugged Tremblay close enough to stuff both boots into her tummy. In the same breath she tumbled backward and kicked her legs up straight to toss Penelope up, over and DOWN with an improvised Monkey Flip! Tremblay landed hard, lost her wind and immediately tried to get it back only to get a handful of Disastrous backside because Stroud somersaulted through and came down with her rear atop the Acolyte’s surprised mug! Knees clamped together to seal Tremblay’s features that much tighter, Bridget put her hands on her knees and growled, “Don’t be so dramatic.” Stroud taunted as Al closed in for another cover. “Your view is much better than mine.”
Penny was still thrashing when the ref tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--“AAAAAHHHHHH NASTY WITCH!”
Sweet Disaster vacated her would-be throne in a hurry, one hand clamped to the inside of her right thigh which now bore the marks of the zealot’s teeth. “Tacky slut.” Tremblay hissed as she clambered to boot leather. “You’ll see nothing but darkness by the time I’m finished with--”
CRAAACK!
Bridget smote one cheek with a truly righteous Bytch Slap that knocked the taller brunette back a few steps. Eyes flashing as the Acolyte regarded her with ‘how could you?’ hate, Stroud warned, “Open your mouth one more time and I’ll slap it into the upper de--”
Tremblay returned the Bytch Slap with cheek-blistering interest and then the fists came out, Penny and Bridget damned near rooted in place while they hammered away at one another with all the grace of a hockey fight. Al Carpenter bless his heart didn’t even bother with a warning, he simply placed himself beside the action and barked, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI--”
Tremblay shoved the heathen away, not because she was through throwing hands but because she didn’t want the arbiter to throw the fight out before Stroud’s blood stippled her knuckles. “Disqualification won’t save you the fall, mountain climber.” she murmured. “I’m going to savor the sound of you hitting the NNNNGGGGHH!”
Bridget stormed in, drove a Headbutt into the bridge of Tremblay’s nose.
“Do me a favor, Penny.” Stroud said while the other brunette shook off the blow. “Wipe the blood off your face before you threaten--”
Penelope charged, would’ve buried her claws in Bridget’s face if Stroud hadn’t dipped down and braced both hands against Tremblay’s tummy. Pushing straight up even as Penny clawed at her shoulders, Bridget launched her foe into the air and caught her coming down with a huge Forearm Smash that THWHACKED against the Churchgoer’s bloodied nose!
POP-UP FOREARM SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
Penny hit the deck on all fours and probably would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Bridget hadn’t caught a double handful of hair and hauled her up. Working in silence now that the summit was in sight, Stroud swung around behind her rival and reached through Penny’s legs to lay claim to her left arm. Drawing the trapped limb through those splayed stems, Sweet Disaster hooked her left arm under Tremblay’s right bicep and wrenched back to complete the Pumphandle. Bridget heard the whoops from some of the FAWNatics and thanked their enthusiasm by pulling Tremblay’s forearm into her crotch once, twice, three times. The cheers got that much louder as soon as Stroud muscled the bigger brunette to chest-level and dropped to her knees to THWHAM Penny down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! Wedging her shoulders into the pits of Penelope’s knees as soon as they landed, Bridget plowed forward and went up on tiptoe to keep the True Believer folded in half for the…
PUMPHANDLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LijV_myaARQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Angriest Acolyte kicked out with a whisper to spare, Tremblay flopping out flat on her stomach while Bridget raised three fingers to Al. Carpenter answered with two, just as she’d expected, so Sweet Disaster grabbed her foe by the shoulder-straps and scraped her off the deck. A snug Waistlock followed, or rather a half Waistlock since she secured Tremblay’s right wrist in her left hand. Free hand against the other brunette’s right shoulder, Stroud pushed off, stepped back and tugged on that captured wrist to spin Penny ‘round on one heel for a truly ‘Disastrous’ Lari--‘OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
The FAWNatics mingled sympathetic anguish with outrage when Penelope THWHUMPED a vile punt between her opponent’s thighs!
“Good Lord, Penny!” Carpenter spoke for the rest of the crowd. “You can’t just go low like that! It’s not--”
Penny wasn’t listening, she grabbed the other brunette’s wrist and reeled her in so she could hook her right arm across Stroud’s chest. Catching a handful of purple bottoms just because she could, Tremblay hauled Bridget into the sky and dropped to one knee, all the better to THWHUNK the knock-kneed brunette spine-first atop the posted joint! “UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
URANAGE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdodlObbCWY
Bridget arched on impact, more than high enough to fall free of the Churchgoer’s clutches *if* Penny had deigned to let her go. Alas Tremblay did not and she hauled Stroud back to boot-leather whereupon she transitioned from her previous grip to a Half Nelson on the heathen’s right arm. Sidled in close, Tremblay hooked her right arm behind the other brunette’s right knee and hauled her up again, Bridget’s coppery frame bundled into a tight cradle that lasted until Penny genuflected for another crushing Backbreaker!
CRADLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cfPARKQQBs
Unable to stifle a sob as she hit the mat on her face, chest and belly, Stroud somehow found the energy to draw away from Tremblay’s grasping claws, the injured brunette barrel rolling to, then beneath the bottom rope for the safe haven of the apron.
“Gutless coward.” Penelope hissed. “I knew you’d retreat when conditions grew perilous.”
Bridget made no reply, she was busy struggling to all fours, her attention divided between the aches in her back and groin. Not about to let Stroud cling to hope when she hung over such a precipitous drop, Tremblay stalked to that side of the ring and slipped through the ropes, though she did it at a distance so as not to alert the heathen of her presence. In this she was successful, but she was barely through the strands when the capacity crowd betrayed her with a worried roar.
On one knee now, Bridget pulled herself up and looked over one shoulder in time to see-- “AAAAAWWW GAAAAHHHD!”
‘Bad’ Penny went down on one knee for a second Low Blow, a viper-quick Uppercut that THWHAPPED her forearm into the other brunette’s undercarriage. Bridget doubled over, would’ve tumbled to the floor if Tremblay hadn’t caught her by the waistband. “No, mountain climber. You don’t fall until I say so.”
Deaf to the protests of Al and the rest of the throng, Penny slipped her head beneath Bridget’s left arm and looped her right arm around the smaller wrestler’s lower back. Left hand palmed to Stroud’s glutes, Tremblay lifted Bridget onto her shoulder, then stepped off the apron and dropped to the floor to THWHUNK Bridget’s battered back against the narrow, unforgiving ledge! Stroud bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood. This stifled the scream, but it couldn’t still her spasming back, nor could it stop Penny from shoving her back into the squared circle.
APRON BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjACV1EFU5o
Genuinely delighted by Stroud’s broken crawl across the canvas, Tremblay hopped onto the apron and raced down to the corner offering the best angle of attack. Crouched down in the high rent district before the heathens could muster another warning, Penelope popped up and leapt out into the void, the bloodied bendy-back drawing herself together for a mid-air toe touch that made damned sure those washboard abs were stretched tighter than tight when she THAWHAMMED down atop the small of Bridget’s devastated back!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKlHPjTIsv4
Tremblay bounced into a handstand, came down on one knee and immediately shoveled Bridget onto her back with a Half Nelson. From there she swung one long leg over and sat down hard on Stroud’s chest, the Angriest Acolyte making sure to hook both legs under her armpits in an aggressive Matchbook even though Sweet Disaster was clearly dead to the world through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Penny ‘slapped’ both hands down on those upturned glutes, then shoved Bridget’s legs aside and stood up so she could have one foot on the heathen’s chest when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The first wave of vitriol was still quite fresh when Carpenter moved in to check on his charges. Penny saw him, offered her right wrist. “Raise my hand, arbiter.”
“Once you take your boot off her chest.” the official replied.
Tremblay shook her head ‘no’. “Absolutely not. Bridget Stroud is so intent on conquering mountains, it’s only fitting that she has to play the role herself from time to time.” Penny pressed down and worked her ankle from side to side, the brunette digging in with her boot to emphasize the point.
Al fell quiet, though he looked less than pleased to present the winner to the crowd.
Sensing his distaste, Tremblay drew clear within seconds, though she dropped to one knee above her prey rather than savor a victory lap. “The fall didn’t break you, did it Bridget? Certainly not. One mere fall, it was little more than a skid, really, isn’t enough to do more then scuff your pride, right?”
“Duuuhhh…damned right.” Stroud groaned. “Gonna get you for… for working my trunkSSOOOOOOWWWWWWWW BYTCH STOP!”
Penny struck quick as a snake, the limber brunette sinking a white-knuckled claw grip between her opponent’s thighs! “This is the very LEAST of your worries, priss!” Penny snarled. “The elevation will be considerably higher when next we meet and I promise the fall will be that much more painful!” She bore down for a few more seconds, then let loose only to deliver a final forget me not SLAP to Stroud’s defenseless crotch.
Smiling even before the other brunette turned onto one side and curled in a tight ball, Penny stood tall and looked out at those assembled, daring anyone to question her dominance.
No one did, which was just as it should be.