Post by walkindude on Dec 31, 2019 23:31:18 GMT
Greetings and salutations from the end of 2019!
The piece below is the first chapter of a project I'll be tackling in 2020. It's a look back at the early career of one Sydney Deschain, particularly the year 1998 when she was a mostly unknown talent working various indy promotions in California and elsewhere on the West Coast. At the moment this arc is probably going to run about seven installments, though sharp-eyed readers will notice I've given myself a way to expand it a great deal should there be interest on your part and inspiration on mine. Anyhoo, that's enough out of me. Hope you enjoy and have a Happy New Year.
~RF
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It was New Year’s Eve and just coming down dark when there was a knock on Sydney Deschain’s door. Though not expecting guests, it wasn’t uncommon for one of the Hellhole girls to swing by coming or going from the facility out back, so it wasn’t long at all before she’d reached the foyer, unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal--
Kent Allard let loose with a loud peel from an absurdly oversized noisemaker, then called, “Happy New Year, boss!”
Beside him, Lenore Lemarchand rolled her eyes and added, “Happy New Year, Sydney.”
“Same to you.” she answered with a faint smile. It was then she noted the large Tupperware bowl in the archivist’s hands and the aluminum foil covered platter carried by the Raven. “Do you need somewhere to put that stuff for a minute?” Deschain asked. “I thought you were on your way to the Lamb.”
“We are, we just thought we’d stop by, see if we could get you to change your mind.” Kent said, though Syd’s attire of old tank-top and pajama pants did not inspire confidence.
“Sorry Kent, I just poured a glass of wine and I’m going to spend the evening watching some footage from the latest group of Madhouse recruits.”
“Could I at least interest offer you a pasty?” Lenore peeled back one corner of the foil to reveal a pile of what looked like empanadas grown to about three times the normal size.
“They’re amazing, boss.” Kent opined. “I had one earlier.”
“He had THREE, earlier.” Lemarchand corrected. “He’s cut off until we get to the Lamb.”
Sydney didn’t need more convincing. It’d probably been six months since the Raven had baked a batch and she was as addicted as the rest of the Hellhole regulars.
“I’d be delighted. Here, come into the kitchen for a minute.” Kent and Lenore followed, the former careful to swing the door shut behind. Once at their destination Deschain produced a plate and set one of the hand pies on it. “Good lord Kent, you’ve had three of these already?” Syd exclaimed. “They must weigh a pound!”
“A little more than half, I checked.” Allard said with no shame whatsoever.
“Sure you don’t want to join?” Lenore asked once the foil was reset. “Kent’s DD’ing for me and pretty much anyone else who needs it.”
“I appreciate it, but no. I’ve never been one for New Year’s Eve. I’d rather just stay in and enjoy some peace and quiet.”
A string of fireworks exploded a few blocks over, as if offering their own opinion on the subject.
Kent looked mildly disappointed, though not surprised.
Setting his bowl on the counter, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small package wrapped in gleaming green paper. “Well if you insist on staying home, perhaps I can offer you some more interesting viewing options?”
Deschain took the package. “What’s this?”
“Don’t quite remember. Could be something, could be nothing.”
Lenore elbowed him in the ribs. “What he means to say is it’s the first one off the production line.”
That was all the hint Syd needed, but it didn’t stop a smile from creeping across her face once the wrap was removed and she found herself looking at BluRay box that read ‘MANGLED: A Sydney Deschain Retrospective’
“Oh wow,” she said softly, “it looks… it looks amazing, Kent.”
“It’s pretty damned great, if I do say so myself.” Allard agreed. “Not that it’s news to you, considering you were interviewed at length during the production. Still, I managed to sneak in a few surprises. Check out the bonus features.”
Syd did as bade, her sharp brown eyes quickly perusing the seemingly endless list of-- “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Deschain looked genuinely surprised as she began to read the line in question. “Includes three dozen never before seen matches from the Mangler’s early career in the west coast independents, as well as her time in Europe and Japan. Opponents featured include Alex Concord, Darcy Diamond, Evelyn Pierce, Fiona Waterford, Rachelle Leah, Imogene Smythe and many more.” Syd shook her head, looked up smiling. “I haven’t thought of some of these girls in years! Evie Pierce, what a vicious bytch she was back in the day. What’s the time frame on these matches?”
“They’re pretty well distributed between ninety-eight and oh three. After that you were working for any number of the bigger indies and that footage was much easier to find.” Kent explained.
“Well, I know what I’m doing tonight.” Sydney noted. “Any suggestions on where to start?”
“You know me, I live that chronological life. Pretty sure the first match in that section is against Delilah Sampson from Shred--”
“Shred and Tear, Jesus.” Deschain snorted. “They never ran a building if it didn’t smell like feet or cheap beer.”
“You’ll let me pick your brain about those matches eventually?” Lenore asked. “There’s some names on that list I’d like to research.”
“Of course. I’ll have to refresh my memory first, though. Thankfully I am well provisioned and have the whole evening at my disposal. Now, aren’t you two late for a party?”
“Oh I see, now that there’s wrestling to watch it’s time we got the hell out.” Allard chided with mock hurt. Then he grinned and drew Sydney into a big hug. “Happy New Year, boss. Hope you like it.”
“I know I will. Happy New Year, Kent. You too, Lenore.”
“Thanks Syd. And I mean it about picking your brain.” Lemarchand said as she and the Marvel exchanged a hug of their own.
“You’re always picking my brain, Lenore. Emily’s too, from what I hear. But that can wait until next year. Have fun tonight.”
“We plan on it.”
Kent and Lenore made their exit shortly thereafter, leaving Sydney alone with her thoughts, the evening’s meal and untold hours of memories ahead. More than willing to eat in front of the T.V. when she was by herself, Deschain got everything set up, then sat down on the couch and waited patiently through the legalese and previews for the main menu. A quick jaunt through the special features found what she was looking for and sure enough, there was Delilah Sampson’s name at the top of the list.
“January tenth, nineteen ninety-eight.” she read in a slightly amazed tone. “More than twenty goddamned years ago. Where the hell did the time go?”
On this topic the television had no answer, but it did offer a glimpse back and that was enough for the Woodsboro Mangler. Settling back in her seat, she pressed [PLAY] and began to watch.
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The shot cut from the well produced gloss of the FAWN logo to a shot from a hard camera focused on a well-traveled ring in what looked like an ancient Bingo Hall. The first and third ropes were blood red, the middle dead black and the canvas a shopworn white. The black apron proudly proclaimed ‘SHRED & TEAR!’ in garish red cat-scratch font, a proclamation that was echoed quite loudly by a large, albeit vaguely disreputable crowd when the well heeled Announcer stepped into the middle of the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and will not end until one fighter is knocked the hell out or begging for mercy! Introducing first, in the corner to my left! Hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds! Tonight marks her debut for Shred & Tear, she is The Mangler, SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
Syd took two steps out of the corner and raised an index finger to the rafters. This was met mostly with jeers from the S&T faithful, though there was a noticeable thread of applause for the debuting wrestler, presumably from the small but fiercely loyal followers of the California indy scene. For her first appearance with Shred & Tear the sturdy brunette wore a simple black sports-bra and matching trunks with ‘MANGLER’ emblazoned across the seat in what looked like old-time typewriter font. Her boots and pads (at knee and elbow) were an identical black while her wrist-tape was a deep, almost regal purple. Deschain acknowledged the cheers with a single nod, then stepped back against the buckles to run through some last second stretches while the Announcer shifted focus.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Sin City, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Sex Bomb… DELILAH SAMPSON!”
DELILAH SAMPSON:
If the crowd had been reserved to hostile in their response to Deschain, they were nearly riotous in their support for the Sex Bomb. Wasn’t hard to see why, admittedly. With her summer-tanned skin, shoulder-length golden mane and pin-up girl curves, Sampson looked like she divided her time between breaking up relationships on the beach and breaking the faces of anyone who dared confront her on the former. Eyes glittering as she basked in the support, Sampson strutted from her corner to the center of the squared circle where she made a show of fluffing her hair before whipping around to display the ‘SEX BOMB!’ boldly stretched across the seat of her electric yellow one-piece. (Her boots and pads were a similarly gaudy shade, though no one was paying them a damned bit of attention at the moment.)
Swinging her hips as she raised both hands high overhead, Sampson extended her index fingers, then brought ‘em down left followed by right to ‘tap’ each half of her nickname while the captivated crowd roared ‘SEX…BOMB!’ Delilah looked over her shoulder and dropped a tawdry wink at Sydney. “Boom, bytch.”
Deschain offered no reply, so Sampson ruffled her hair one more time, then flipped the brunette as she headed back to her corner.
The noise level didn’t bother Syd in the slightest, she found it rather calming truth be told. The stale booze and cigarette reek was another matter entirely and she hoped she wouldn’t have to waste a portion of tonight’s pay-out on dry cleaning her togs and hoodie. Such concerns were swept from her mind by the CLANG of the bell and the immediate, aggressive approach of Delilah Sampson.
Certain the blonde would cut off the ring if she allowed it, Deschain moved out along the ropes, forcing the blonde to shift with her to keep the Mangler straight ahead. Irritated by what she saw as gutless stalling tactic, the Sex Bomb planted herself in the middle of the ring and beckoned her opponent forward with both hands. “C’mon over here ya scrawny prude.” she demanded loudly enough to be heard over the general clamor. “My claws are feeling a bit dull and you look like a perfect scratching post!”
Syd answered with a soft, scoffing snort. “Those ‘claws’ look like press-on nails to me, honey.” she paused, relishing the crowd’s ‘ooooooohhh!’ “And if they’re as tacky as the rest of you, they’ll break the first time we lock up!”
Delilah treated the crowd to an incredulous look, then jerked a thumb in Deschain’s direction as if to say ‘Can you believe this bytch?’ “Better watch your mouth, girlie. I’ve humiliated better than you for less.”
“What’s the matter, Sex Bomb?” Syd let the nickname drip a poisonous sarcasm. “Afraid I’ll show all these people you’re nothing but a slutty dud?”
That was more than enough for Sampson, she stomped toward Deschain and went straight for her hair only to snarl in disgust when the brunette whipped ‘round behind caught a Waistlock and dumped her flat on her belly with an amateur-style takedown. “Sneaky slut.” Delilah grumbled as the brunette mounted her lower back. “You’re gonna wish you’d never HEY BYTCH GET OFFA ME!”
Knees planted snug against her opponent’s flanks, Sydney mussed Delilah’s blonde mane for a good five seconds before she let go to plant a clapping forget-me-not swat on the other wrestler’s squirming backside. The early show of casual domination earned boos from some of the Sex Bomb’s loyal fans, but a good portion of the Hall’s regulars treated the newcomer to raucous cheers.
Snarling as she hurried to her feet, Sampson made a second lunge and succeeded in catching a handful of those dark locks, unfortunately she wasn’t able to capitalize before Deschain hooked an arm over the back of her head and tugged her down into a brisk European Uppercut! Delilah rocked in place, cried out in distress and anger when Sydney reeled her into a grinding Side Headlock!
“Like that? Huh, do ya?” Deschain chided as she mashed and ground the blonde’s temple against the point of her left hip. “Oh wait, THIS is what you like!” The Mangler halved the Headlock so she could snatch hold of the Sex Bomb’s hair and treat it to several lusty yanks!
The relaxed rules of Shred & Tear meant that such tactics drew no reproach from the referee, though that didn’t stop Sampson from cursing up a storm as she pushed and slapped at the brunette’s encroaching tummy. “Bytch, you’re gonna get it now! I’m not just gonna beat you, I’m gonna explode all over your faNGH! NGH! NGH! OOFFGGRRRHHH!”
Not about to take lip from a chick who’s face was so close to her trunks, Sydney reared back on the Headlock as she raised her left foot and stamped down once, twice, three times! Each stomp bounced Delilah’s protesting features off her hip, meaning the Sex Bomb was good and discombobulated when Deschain slung her to the mat with a heavy Headlock Takedown! “You’re gonna want to be careful where you’re putting those smutty little briefs.” the brunette advised. “Unless you want them to wind up in your mouth.”
Screw you, prude!” Sampson’s heels beat an angry little tattoo against the mat as she struggled to escape her attacker’s grip. “We both know you’ll bawl for mommy as soon as I get your top offHEEEYYY!”
yd freed her right hand from the Headlock so she could loop it around the blonde’s thrashing left leg and draw it up tight for an impromptu cradle! His surprise at such a ‘technical’ display in a S&T ring didn’t slow the ref down one bit, he just swooped in beside the tangled wrestlers and counted off…
ONE…
TWO….
ampson popped her hips to shift onto her right side, which broke the first cover while simultaneously stacking Deschain’s shoulders on the canvas!
ONE…
TWO…
yd released her foe’s cradled leg and powered back to a seat with a full second to spare. As for Delilah, she was still caught in the Headlock, though now was flat on her tummy and struggling harder than ever. Eventually she caught hold of Deschain’s trunks just above the Mangler’s right hip and gave them a sharp pull.
Don’t stretch my bottoms, brat.” Syd ordered. “I’ll stretch you twice as harERRRHHHHH!”
Sampson released her hold only to palm that hand against the top of Deschain’s head so she could YANK on the brunette’s hair! The Mangler grimaced but didn’t answer with her own hair-pull, instead she drew the Side Headlock that much tighter and was rewarded with the sound (and feel) of Delilah’s squeal against her hip. Didn’t free her hair though, in fact Sampson kept on tugging until she managed to make it to one knee. From there it wasn’t long until the Sex Bomb was back on her feet even though that damned Headlock was still gnashing away at-- “NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Abandoning the hair-pull wrap her arms around the brunette’s waist, Delilah plowed her way forward until she BWUNGED Syd into the nearest set of buckles! Hissing with delight as she finally escaped the prude’s grasp, Sampson caught hold of the middle rope in both hands and used it as a platform to launch no less than half a dozen Shoulderblocks into her opponent’s midsection.
Unlike other promotions, corner work was openly encouraged in Shred & Tear so there was no ref’s warning after five seconds or more. Indeed Delilah didn’t end the punishment until the startled brunette was gasping for breath and her rump was wedged in snug above the second turnbuckle. “What’s the matter, prude? Can’t catch your breath?” Sampson taunted. “Don’t feel bad, being hopelessly outclassed will do that to a bytch.”
“Nuuuhhh… not intimidated.” Syd huffed. “I’m just choking on that godawful perOOOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Delilah earned raucous roars from her fans by claiming a double handful of Syd’s breasts and squeeeeeeeezing with white-knuckle ferocity! “My perfume is lovely, sweetie.” Sampson cooed as she twisted the other wrestler’s bounty back and forth, back and forth. “What you’re smelling is plain old terror and flop sweNGH!”
Deschain silenced the blonde with a straight right hand to the mouth then followed up with a shoving kick to the gut that knocked Sampson back several steps. Grateful for the separation, Syd took a second to catch her breath and paid for the pleasure courtesy of a heavy martial arts kick that THUMPED across her midsection!
“Oooooohhh what’sa matter? Didn’t know I could kick, huh?” Delilah teased after the brunette slumped back against the buckles. “I can do that and so… MUCH… MORE!”
The Sex Bomb punctuated those last two words with a kick each, the first to her opponent’s rack, the second to the side of her head. Sampson was no black belt but the kicks kept Sydney dazed long enough for the blonde to stroll up and mount the bottom rope. Fingers twined deep in the Mangler’s dark hair, Delilah wrenched her prey’s head backward and cooed, “Time we lit the fuse on your sorry ass!” With that she leaned in and pulled Deschain’s mug forward, all the better to engulf it in that hulking décolletage!
“Whiny little bytch thinks she’s a real firecracker!” Sampson teased the roaring throng. “But she’s no match for the Sex Bomb!”
Syd noted this only in passing, she was far too concerned pushing and gouging at the blonde’s hips as she sought to escape the Delilah’s tawdry grind. “What’sa matter?” Sampson teased while continuing to scrub her breasts against the brunette’s features. “Sounds like you’ve got something in your moutHHERRRGGHHH!”
Deschain found a sturdy handful of her attacker’s one-piece and yanked it several inches north, much to her opponent’s snarling displeasure. “Oh, you think that’s gonna get you outta this? No chance, honey!” Delilah actually did draw away from the Jugg Smother, alas this separation allowed Sydney one breath, maybe two before the catfighter yanked her head up and BWUUUNGED it back against the top turnbuckle once, twice, three times!
“Awwwww, look at you, gasping for air!” Sampson teased. “Or maybe you’re looking for something to suckle?” She pivoted slightly and leaned down to better press the curve of her right breast against Deschain’s mouth and nose. “Don’t even think about biting me, prude. It’ll be the last mistake you ever OOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The Mangler didn’t bite her opponent, rather she crooked one hand into a three fingered claw and jabbed it into Sampson’s crotch! “Now you’ve really f*cked up, honey!” Delilah scrambled down from her mount, swatted the brunette’s encroaching hand away and stuffed the tanned expanse of her right thigh across Deschain’s gulping belly. Still controlling the brunette with a double handful of hair, Sampson backed away from the corner and reeled Syd out after, then slipped her right arm between opposing thighs and took her up, over and DOWN to the mat with a booming Scoop Power Slam! Delilah cradled the far leg on impact and drew it close to point Deschain’s rump toward the overhead lights through…
SCOOP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMVK-lH5Blg
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a show of resilience that earned a grimace of irritation from the Sex Bomb. “Guess you’re not as much of a prude as I thought, if you’re willing to go at my trunks.” Sampson sneered. “Which means you won’t mind if I give these people a more entertaining show.”
“Juuuuhhhh… just wait, bytch.” Deschain rasped. “They’re gonna love watching me tap you OH DON’T YOUGODDAMNED DAREEERRRMMMMMGGPPHHH!”
Alas Delilah had already peeled off Syd’s top and immediately stuffed it in the other wrestler’s mouth! Deschain spit it out within heartbeats but that still gave Sampson enough time to draw the flummoxed Californian into a Side Headlock of her own. Yanking brunette locks hard enough to make Syd’s eyes water, Sampson strutted around the ring playing to the crowd before settling on the side she deemed the rowdiest.
“Anyone wanna see a prude’s tits?” she called. “They’re not great, but they’re not terrible… at least not yet!”
Those in attendance thought this sounded just fine, so Delilah thumped her knee into Sydney’s chest a few times to make sure she was still sucking wind when the Sex Bomb threaded her torso through the space between the top and middle ropes. Shifting her grip to the suffering wrestler’s biceps, Sampson yanked Syd’s arms backward over the top rope to give the crowd just what she’d promised. “Catty bytch.” Deschain growled over the increasingly raucous crowd. “You’re going to wish you’d eerrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!”
Sampson reached under the brunette’s arms for a greedy two-handed grip on Sydney’s helpless bounty. “What’re you gonna do, prude?” the blonde giggled in the midst of leaving angry red welts on Deschain’s girls. “Sounds to me like you’re gonna OW! That’s it, bytch! Now you’re gonna scream!”
The stomp she’d administered to Delilah’s right foot didn’t land as hard as she’d hoped, meaning Syd was still tangled in the rubber-coated steel when the blonde took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to twiiiiisssssst!
“ROPES!” Sydney shrieked in hopes of drawing some attention to seemingly lackadaisical referee. “I’M IN THE F*CKING ROPESSAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Sampson began to pull as well as twist, the malicious catfighter beaming as she snuggled in cheek to cheek with her teary-eyed prey. “No ropes breaks in S&T, baby girl.” she punctuated with a taunting kiss on the cheek. “You’re not getting out until you beg for your nipNGH! NNNGGGHHH!”
The Mangler shut Sampson up with a quick sideways sort of Headbutt that allowed her to put that much more ‘ooooph’ on the backward Headbutt she slammed into the bridge of the blonde’s nose! Delilah stumbled back to mid-ring, both hands pressed to her face in case the crazy beeyotch had broken her nose. She’d just confirmed that all was essentially well when Deschain rushed out of the ropes and THWHUMPED the point of her left knee into the vulnerable fighter’s stomach! Caught unawares, Sampson flipped over the impaling limb and landed on her butt with a heavy ‘plop’.
Gasping for breath after the heavy shot, Delilah rolled to all fours and “OOOOOFFFFHHHH!” Sydney stepped over the penitent blonde and dropped down with every bit of her weight behind the Butt Bomb that detonated against the small of her back. “So, you want me to beg, huh?” Deschain was drawing in deep breaths when she collected the blonde’s elbows and drew them backward across the posts of her thighs. “Well how does this sound, baby? I BEG you not to tap out before I’m satisfied.”
“Guuuhhh… good luck with that, bytch.” Sampson grunted. “I’ll never beg you for anyRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Sydney helped herself to a double handful of hair and craaaaaaaaaanked Delilah’s head backward for a Camel Clutch, but instead of cupping the Sex Bomb’s chin she slipped two fingers on each hand into the sides of her opponent’s mouth! “Never can be an awful long time, witch.” Deschain explained as she bobbled the blonde’s head up and down. “And I know plenty of ways to make you suffer!”
She puuuuuuuuuuuuulled that much harder, widening the Sex Bomb’s involuntary grin to an unnatural degree while she continued to put strain on her neck. “Ask her!” Deschain demanded to the referee after ten or fifteen seconds of uninterrupted punishment. “Sounds like the little Sex Bomb is almost burned out!”
The official hunched over by the action and asked, “What do you say, Delilah? You finished?”
“NNNNRRRRGGGHHHH!” the blonde’s answer was as angry as it was unintelligible.
“I can’t understand her.” The zebra told Syd. “Could you get your fingers out of her mouth?”
“If you insist.” Deschain did as requested, not that this improved Sampson’s situation because the Mangler promptly pulled back on her hair as hard as she could. “Man asked if you want to give it up, sexy.” Syd teased. “Answer him.”
“F*CK YOU!” Delilah barked. “I’ll never submit to you!”
“I love it when they say that.” Deschain told the referee. “Makes winning all the more satisfying!”
Maintaining her hold on the blonde’s hair, Sydney leaned back and brought her legs up and around so that she was effectively sitting cross-legged on Sampson’s back with the Sex Bomb’s arms trapped between her stems. Lotus Lock thus complete, the brunette squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed her legs to put a whole lotta pressure on the Sex Bomb’s shoulders.
“AAARRRRRRHHHHH! LET ME GO!” Sampson keened, her feet beating erratically against the canvas.
“You twisted my tits in front of the crowd.” Deschain explained while she rocked in place, all the better to mash Sampson’s breasts against the canvas. “You’re not going anywhere for a long while, bytch.”
“Just you wait! You’re gonna finish this match tits-up and sobbing for mercHHHUUUURRRRRRGGGHHH AAAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Syd reached back, caught hold of those electric yellow briefs and transformed them into a salacious thong with nothing more than a single tug! Refreshingly bipartisan in their support for catty tactics, the Shred & Tear regulars treated Deschain to a raucous round of applause as the Mangler did her damndest to split Sampson right up the middle.
“Sure you’re too tuff to give, blondie?” Syd teased as she jerked the makeshift handle back and forth, back and forth. “If I pull any harder you’re gonna feel this nasty thing on your molars.”
“Eeeerrrrrhhh… enjoy this… enjoy this now you dirty bytch. Because I’m gonna get outta this and when I do I’ll OW! Oh you tacky bytch, knock that OOOOWWW!”
Sydney relinquished the wedgie, flattened that hand into a paddle and treated Delilah’s glutes to a single clapping Slap! That got another round of cheers from the crowd, but it the subsequent pinch (administered to the deep crease between Sampson’s left thigh and buttock) that earned an angry wail from the Sex Bomb! “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Deschain muttered. “You were saying something?”
“F*ck you, brat. You have no idea what you’re OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Sydney added a several more palm-shaped welts to those hapless haunches, then resumed her pincer until Sampson’s boots were kicking and flailing like a toddler having a tantrum. “Ask her.” the brunette said to the official. “Sure sounds like she’s had enough.”
“F*CK NO!” Delilah bellowed. “I’M NOT GONNA TAP TO SOME GODDAMNED ASS PINAAARRRRHHHHHHH!”
Sydney still had one hand free so she plunged it into Delilah’s blonde tousle and pulled like she meant to bare a patch of scalp! “Not gonna tap, huh? You sure about that, sexy?”
“Nuuuuhhhh… NEVERRGHH!”
Deschain yanked the blonde’s noggin back even farther, then drove it down to TWHONK Delilah’s forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The jarring collision stilled Sampson’s flailing to such a degree that Deschain uncrossed her legs and muscled the woozy blonde over onto her back. From there she slid into a snug Crossbody, Syd catching both legs in a bundle that pointed her foe’s be-thonged backside into the grungy overhead lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Delilah bucked free with half a second between herself and defeat, though the Lotus had sapped her to such a degree that she didn’t have the energy to roll onto her stomach to escape a follow-up cover. It wasn’t an issue at the moment as the Mangler didn’t attempt another pin, she did however slide south to lay claim to her opponent’s left shin.
“Grabby bytch, leggo of me!” Delilah yowled as Sydney wedged the captured shin beneath her left arm. “F*cking shyt, just lemme get WHOOAAAAARRRRRRRHHHH!”
Deschain hauled Sampson onto her shoulders, rolled her onto her stomach then stepped over and sat down hard, the brunette’s glutes fitting nicely into the hollow of her adversary’s back. Reefing down on the Half Crab as soon as it was secure, Sydney nodded with grim satisfaction when the crowd started to chant, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAl1eoQWhUs
“Hear that, bubble butt? They think you’re ready to quit.”
“Then they’ve got shyt for brains and so do you!” Delilah growled. “Shred and Tear is MY RING and I’m not gonna tap out to OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD!”
Syd pulled her right hand away from the sweat-damp expanse of blonde thigh, crooked it into a claw and affixed it to the center of those distended briefs! “You sure about that, sexy? Seems to me I’ve got plenty of ways to make you squeal like a bytch.”
“What do you say, Delilah?” the ref interjected before Sampson could respond. “Have you had enough? Do I need to call--”
“NO GODDAMMIT, JUST GET OUTTA THE F*CKING WAY!” Extracting both hands from her hair to brace them against the mat, Delilah puuuuuuussshed up as far as she could go and began to crawl toward the ropes.
“That’s cute, crawling toward the ropes like an actual wrestler.” Syd continued to wrench the leg and clamp down on the claw. “Don’t you remember what you told me when you were mauling my tits earlieRRRGGGGHHH!”
Pretty face twisted in hate, Delilah planted on one elbow so she could reach up and back to fill that hand with a huge handful of Deschain’s dark hair! Syd bared her teeth and tried to maintain pressure, but the Sex Bomb wouldn’t be denied and it was only matter of seconds before she’d pulled the brunette from her unwilling perch. Twisting onto all fours to answer the blonde’s hair-hold with one of her own, Sydney clambered to her feet with Delilah in tow and quickly stuffed a Kneelift into her navel. The hooks in her hair loosened enough for the Mangler to shake loose, so she jerked Sampson’s head under her left arm for a Front Facelock and reached down with her free hand to catch the blonde behind the left knee.
She’d *just* tugged that limb off the mat when Delilah raaaaaaaked her free hand up the length of Syd’s togs! That was unpleasant enough, it got that much worse when Sampson caught hold of her waistband and YANKED up until the Mangler rose on tiptoe to alleviate the very worst of the burn. Nodding with vindictive satisfaction while Sydney slapped and swatted at her clawin’ wrist, Delilah turned in a circle, forcing her opponent to do the same. “Thought you were a bad bytch, did’ja?” the Sex Bomb sneered. “News flash honey, you ain’t shyt! It’s time you got blown away just like the rest of the trash!”
Syd groaned and reached for her attacker’s hair, but Delilah just jerked the wedgie left and right so that the brunette was practically hopping on the spot. Preening now that she had the brunette under control again, Sampson fluffed her hair with her free hand, then reared back and CRAAACKED a huge Bytch Slap across Deschain’s mouth! Sydney stumbled away from the nasty shot, but she didn’t get too far before Delilah used those captured trunks to reel her in. A second stiff Bytch Slap froze the black-clad battler in place, meaning Sampson had plenty of time to lower a shoulder (her left) and drive it into opposing belly. Slipping her left arm around the brunette’s lower back at the same time her right arm looped around Dechain’s left thigh, Delilah traded her Inverted Wedgie for a more traditional application half a heartbeat before she muscled Sydney into the air and went down on one knee!
The soft ‘thump’ of knee on groin was lost in Deschain’s aggrieved wail, not to mention the revitalized Sex Bomb cheering section. Happy to collect the brunette’s bowed head in a Front Facelock, Delilah Sampson waggled her hips, leaned forward and treated Deschain’s almost bare cheeks to a brisk spanking, then flipped her hair and laid out flat to THWHONK Syd’s skull into the canvas with an emphatic DDT! The Mangler did a brief impression of a tent spike before flopping out flat on stomach.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiIN2vcsE04
She’d yet to settle when Delilah pulled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the grinning blonde wedging a forearm in under Syd’s chin while she pressed down in a casually arrogant full-body pin. Hair hanging long and tangly in Deschain’s face, Sampson cupped her other hand over the Mangler’s right breast and squeezed in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney stuffed a hand beneath Delilah’s chin and forced her head back far enough to raise a shoulder before ‘THREE!’ “NO!” Sampson barked at the referee. “THAT BYTCH WAS DOWN!” Rather than wait for some excuse from the official, the Sex Bomb pushed to a seat and dug her knees into the brunette’s flanks. Gripping Deschain’s shoulders with rough claws, she pressed down and shouted, “YOU’RE FINISHED!” The fans must’ve agreed because their cheers were especially raucous for the ref’s second count.
ONE…
TWO…
“OOOOWWWWW F*CK!” Delilah reared back and yowled when Sydney reached up and gave the Sex Bomb a vindictive taste of her own medicine courtesy of a Double Breast Claw.
“How do you like it, honey?” Deschain made sure to keep one or both shoulders off the mat as she gnashed and groped at her opponent’s heavy artillery. “Feels like I’ve just found two big handfuls of quit waiting to ERGH MMMMRRRPPPPHHH!”
Sampson wrenched the brunette’s talons away at the minor cost of some ugly red welts and beat those hateful hands against the mat almost half a dozen times before she slid back and leaned down to stuff her aggrieved orbs in Deschain’s protesting features! Snuggling in tight atop her squirming prey, Delilah threaded her legs beneath Sydney’s and wrenched them apart both to neutralize and to embarrass. “You’re the only one quitting tonight, prude.” Sampson sneered as she began an aggressive campaign of hands-free buffing and grinding. “Not gonna be when the bell sounds, oh no, no, no, no. I’m not letting the ref drag your carcass outta this ring until you’ve worshipped every inch of my AAARRRRRHHHHH REEEHHHHHHFFFF!” Delilah wailed in shock and anguish. “SHE’S BITING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Biting isn’t illegal, Delilah!” the ref replied. “I can’t do anything to stop--”
“F*CK OFF THEN!” the Sex Bomb shrieked as abandoned her hold on Syd’s wrists for a double handful of hair instead. Linked to her tormentor in three different places, Sampson couldn’t get a whole lot of separation when she lifted her torso, but that didn’t stop her from dropping down hard enough to bounce the back of Deschain’s skull against the thinly-sheathed canvas. The gnawing must’ve eased up at least a little because Delilah sighed with relief only to hiss that much louder when the Mangler caught hold of her leg-holes and yanked them up to the middle of her back!
“DIRTY BYTCH!” Sampson repeated the previous skull bash twice more, then scrambled to her feet the instant Sydney’s teeth finally fell away. Infuriated by the ugly red crescent now adorning her right breast, the blonde stomped out the worst of her frustration on Deschain’s bare tummy, then bent down and hauled her to verticality with a double handful of hair.
No theatrics or threats now, Delilah was all business as she dipped a shoulder to better muscle Syd up and across in a Fireman’s Carry. Hooking her right hand over the nape of Deschain’s neck, the Sex Bomb twisted her hips all the way to the left only to snap them back to the right which in turn sent the brunette swinging out behind. Sampson caught a loose Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on one side to THWHAM the other wrestler down on her face, chest and belly! It wasn’t the prettiest, but the TKO-Face planted Deschain with authority and earned a resounding cheer from the S&T loyalists. Taking a moment to clap some invisible dust from her hands, Delilah shoved Syd onto her back so she could plant one hand on her tits and another on her tummy, the better to preen while the official tolled…
TKO-FACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRdv3_ExtuA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It was a domineering albeit lazy cover, meaning Deschain had enough space and leverage to raise a shoulder half a second before ‘THREE!’ Her escape was met with heavy boos from the Sex Bomb Squad, though another section of the audience responded with impressed cheers and a small, enthusiastic ‘MANGLER!’ chant. Even an isolated show of support for the prude newcomer was enough to incense the blonde that much further and she damned near ripped a few hanks of hair from Deschain’s scalp as she forced her to all fours and secured a Standing Headscissors.
“Enough foreplay!” she called to crowd. “Who’s ready for an explosion?”
Everyone in the dank hall seemed on-board with this course of action, so Sampson ran both hands through her hair and enjoyed a sultry little bump ‘n grind on the back of Syd’s neck to make sure the outclassed brunette knew the fuse had just about burned-- Delilah leaned down, wrapped her arms around Deschain’s midsection and locked her hands, all the better to spin the Mangler up onto her shoulders for NO! Syd slipped free of the blonde’s perch and landed on one knee in front of the surprised catfighter.
“Slippery slut!” Sampson barked even before she’d filled her hands with the brunette’s dark hair. “You’re not getting away from WHOOOOAAEEERRGGGHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Ignoring the hair-pull as best she could, Deschain snugged in against the Sex Bomb’s right side and grabbed hold of her ankle so she could stuff fold Sampson’s lower leg up tight. With Delilah’s heel stuffed against her own glutes, the Mangler muscled the blonde into the air and quickly dropped to one knee, all the better to THUNK her foe’s shin against that posted joint! The Shinbreaker had Sampson hopping on her plant foot, unfortunately her other leg was still firmly in Deschain’s grasp. Or at least it was until spun under the exposed limb in a snappy little barrel roll that sent Delilah tumbling to the canvas clutching at her wrenched knee.
SHINBREAKER & DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWKx3TNSR1I
“AAAAAAAWWW FAAAAHHHK!” Sampson wailed as she sat up and butt-scooted her way into the nearest set of ropes. “Disqualify her, ref! Crazy bytch tried to break my leg!”
Not too far away, Sydney Deschain grimaced as she pulled her trunks back into something like their original setting. “Quit your whining, princess. I don’t need to break your leg to make you quit!”
Sampson’s eyes narrowed, though she made no effort to stand up. “Whining? Bytch, you need to be more concerned with the moaning that I’ll be doing when I’m riding on your WHOAH HEY!”
Sydney rushed the blonde flat out but instead of unleashing a Dropkick or a Kneelift to the face, she jigged to the left and dropped into a Baseball slide that sent her gliding beneath the bottom rope. Alighting on the floor a heartbeat later, Deschain snatched hold of the Sex Bomb’s hair and pulled her backward so she could pound a series of Forearm Smashes into the base of her skull! Delilah keened and reached back to protect her noggin so Sydney caught hold of her wrists and wrenched ‘em out to either side! “LEGGO OF ME!” Sampson bellowed as she twisted and thrashed in the brunette’s grip. “ “DAMMIT BYTCH, I SAID GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS OFFA NO! NO! NOOOO YOU F*CKING BYTCH, THAT’S NOT FAAAAIIIIIIRRRRR!”
It wasn’t really, not that the inherent unfairness of the arrangement stopped the crowd from cheering their approval once Sydney had bound the Sex Bomb’s arms between the bottom and middle ropes!
Taking her time returning to the ring, Deschain went straight for Sampson’s feet, a task made considerably more difficult thanks to the blonde’s constant kicking. But the Mangler was nothing if not patient and she’d claimed one within ten seconds and a few hard knees to the back of the thigh slowed Delilah enough for her to claim the other with no real hassle.
Still shaking her head ‘no’ with the furious energy of a woman who cannot comprehend the hand she’s been dealt, Sampson spat, “Stupid prude, you think a little rope play is going to stop me?
“Probably not.” Syd agreed. “But this will.”
With that she stepped over and spun around Delilah’s left leg so that it was folded neatly behind her own right calf. From there she claimed hold of the blonde’s right ankle and lifted that leg so that it was positioned beneath Sampson’s exposed ankle. Everyone and their brother knew what was coming, not that it stopped the crowd from offering a loud roar when Deschain dropped to a seat and slung her free leg over Delilah’s ankle.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKvP6PR_x2E
“ARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH! STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Delilah shrieked mere seconds after Sydney planted her hands and began to rock up and down on the Figure Four Leglock. “I’M IN THE ROOOOOOOOOOPES!”
“Already covered that, sweetheart.” the Mangler had paused with her butt a good six inches off the mat to exacerbate the strain on Sampson’s right knee. “Ropes aren’t going to save you. Want out? You know what to--”
“F*CK OFF!” Sampson shrieked. “I’M NOT GONNA GET BEAT BY A SCRAWNY LITTLE PRUDE LIKE RRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Deschain returned her butt to the canvas so she could lean forward and catch a double handful of Delilah’s U-neck. A single strong pull freed the Sex Bomb’s bounty for all to see and gave Syd free reign to take Delilah’s nipples between thumb and forefinger for a slow, malicious twisssssssssssst!
“Not so tuff now are ya, huh sexy?” Syd jostled her grips up ‘n down to the delight of everyone save Delilah Sampson. “In fact I’d say this Sex Bomb’s just about defused…” she trailed off while adding a merciless round of pulling to her torture. “Or maybe it was a dud from the very begin--”
“I GIVE!” the blonde sobbed. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! JUST GET OFFA MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Deschain looked to the ref for confirmation but the man had already turned away to signal for the bell. It clanged shortly thereafter, so Sydney broke the hold and spun to one knee as the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen your winner by submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Mangler responded to the cheers with a raised fist, but only after she’d grabbed her shorn top and returned it to it’s pre-fight arrangement. This covering up earned a brief thread of boos, though they faded into the din once Deschain strolled over to Sampson and planted a boot on her gulping tummy.
“Yuuuuuuhhhh… you got lucky, slut.” Delilah huffed. “Next time I’ll strip you down and explode all over your AAARRRRRGGGHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Syd pivoted, planted her left foot atop the blonde’s breasts and scrubbed like she was trying to remove something particularly unpleasant from the tread of her boot! Ending the punishment after perhaps ten seconds, the brunette dropped into a straddle so she could cup Sampson’s bounty in both hands. “You really want to talk about next time when I could make sure you can’t wear a bra for a week?” she asked. “Tell ya what honey, here’s MY promise for ‘next time’. Are you listening?”
“Kiss my ooooohhhhhhhhhh!” Delilah bared her teeth as Syd squeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white.
“Next time you say my name, you better watch your tone.” Deschain advised. “Because if you EVER take off my top again, I’ll strip you bare after the bell and make you eat every bit of this sweaty little one-piece.” The Sex Bomb only groaned, so Syd stood up, kissed the fingertips on her left hand and slapped ‘em against the seat of her trunks to make sure the level of respect was crystal clear.
Once that was settled she treated herself to a slow victory lap around the ring, then dipped through the ropes and headed up the ramp, leaving the erstwhile S&T cameraman to a slow pan up and down the exhausted, beaten frame of one Delilah Sampson.
The piece below is the first chapter of a project I'll be tackling in 2020. It's a look back at the early career of one Sydney Deschain, particularly the year 1998 when she was a mostly unknown talent working various indy promotions in California and elsewhere on the West Coast. At the moment this arc is probably going to run about seven installments, though sharp-eyed readers will notice I've given myself a way to expand it a great deal should there be interest on your part and inspiration on mine. Anyhoo, that's enough out of me. Hope you enjoy and have a Happy New Year.
~RF
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It was New Year’s Eve and just coming down dark when there was a knock on Sydney Deschain’s door. Though not expecting guests, it wasn’t uncommon for one of the Hellhole girls to swing by coming or going from the facility out back, so it wasn’t long at all before she’d reached the foyer, unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal--
Kent Allard let loose with a loud peel from an absurdly oversized noisemaker, then called, “Happy New Year, boss!”
Beside him, Lenore Lemarchand rolled her eyes and added, “Happy New Year, Sydney.”
“Same to you.” she answered with a faint smile. It was then she noted the large Tupperware bowl in the archivist’s hands and the aluminum foil covered platter carried by the Raven. “Do you need somewhere to put that stuff for a minute?” Deschain asked. “I thought you were on your way to the Lamb.”
“We are, we just thought we’d stop by, see if we could get you to change your mind.” Kent said, though Syd’s attire of old tank-top and pajama pants did not inspire confidence.
“Sorry Kent, I just poured a glass of wine and I’m going to spend the evening watching some footage from the latest group of Madhouse recruits.”
“Could I at least interest offer you a pasty?” Lenore peeled back one corner of the foil to reveal a pile of what looked like empanadas grown to about three times the normal size.
“They’re amazing, boss.” Kent opined. “I had one earlier.”
“He had THREE, earlier.” Lemarchand corrected. “He’s cut off until we get to the Lamb.”
Sydney didn’t need more convincing. It’d probably been six months since the Raven had baked a batch and she was as addicted as the rest of the Hellhole regulars.
“I’d be delighted. Here, come into the kitchen for a minute.” Kent and Lenore followed, the former careful to swing the door shut behind. Once at their destination Deschain produced a plate and set one of the hand pies on it. “Good lord Kent, you’ve had three of these already?” Syd exclaimed. “They must weigh a pound!”
“A little more than half, I checked.” Allard said with no shame whatsoever.
“Sure you don’t want to join?” Lenore asked once the foil was reset. “Kent’s DD’ing for me and pretty much anyone else who needs it.”
“I appreciate it, but no. I’ve never been one for New Year’s Eve. I’d rather just stay in and enjoy some peace and quiet.”
A string of fireworks exploded a few blocks over, as if offering their own opinion on the subject.
Kent looked mildly disappointed, though not surprised.
Setting his bowl on the counter, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small package wrapped in gleaming green paper. “Well if you insist on staying home, perhaps I can offer you some more interesting viewing options?”
Deschain took the package. “What’s this?”
“Don’t quite remember. Could be something, could be nothing.”
Lenore elbowed him in the ribs. “What he means to say is it’s the first one off the production line.”
That was all the hint Syd needed, but it didn’t stop a smile from creeping across her face once the wrap was removed and she found herself looking at BluRay box that read ‘MANGLED: A Sydney Deschain Retrospective’
“Oh wow,” she said softly, “it looks… it looks amazing, Kent.”
“It’s pretty damned great, if I do say so myself.” Allard agreed. “Not that it’s news to you, considering you were interviewed at length during the production. Still, I managed to sneak in a few surprises. Check out the bonus features.”
Syd did as bade, her sharp brown eyes quickly perusing the seemingly endless list of-- “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Deschain looked genuinely surprised as she began to read the line in question. “Includes three dozen never before seen matches from the Mangler’s early career in the west coast independents, as well as her time in Europe and Japan. Opponents featured include Alex Concord, Darcy Diamond, Evelyn Pierce, Fiona Waterford, Rachelle Leah, Imogene Smythe and many more.” Syd shook her head, looked up smiling. “I haven’t thought of some of these girls in years! Evie Pierce, what a vicious bytch she was back in the day. What’s the time frame on these matches?”
“They’re pretty well distributed between ninety-eight and oh three. After that you were working for any number of the bigger indies and that footage was much easier to find.” Kent explained.
“Well, I know what I’m doing tonight.” Sydney noted. “Any suggestions on where to start?”
“You know me, I live that chronological life. Pretty sure the first match in that section is against Delilah Sampson from Shred--”
“Shred and Tear, Jesus.” Deschain snorted. “They never ran a building if it didn’t smell like feet or cheap beer.”
“You’ll let me pick your brain about those matches eventually?” Lenore asked. “There’s some names on that list I’d like to research.”
“Of course. I’ll have to refresh my memory first, though. Thankfully I am well provisioned and have the whole evening at my disposal. Now, aren’t you two late for a party?”
“Oh I see, now that there’s wrestling to watch it’s time we got the hell out.” Allard chided with mock hurt. Then he grinned and drew Sydney into a big hug. “Happy New Year, boss. Hope you like it.”
“I know I will. Happy New Year, Kent. You too, Lenore.”
“Thanks Syd. And I mean it about picking your brain.” Lemarchand said as she and the Marvel exchanged a hug of their own.
“You’re always picking my brain, Lenore. Emily’s too, from what I hear. But that can wait until next year. Have fun tonight.”
“We plan on it.”
Kent and Lenore made their exit shortly thereafter, leaving Sydney alone with her thoughts, the evening’s meal and untold hours of memories ahead. More than willing to eat in front of the T.V. when she was by herself, Deschain got everything set up, then sat down on the couch and waited patiently through the legalese and previews for the main menu. A quick jaunt through the special features found what she was looking for and sure enough, there was Delilah Sampson’s name at the top of the list.
“January tenth, nineteen ninety-eight.” she read in a slightly amazed tone. “More than twenty goddamned years ago. Where the hell did the time go?”
On this topic the television had no answer, but it did offer a glimpse back and that was enough for the Woodsboro Mangler. Settling back in her seat, she pressed [PLAY] and began to watch.
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The shot cut from the well produced gloss of the FAWN logo to a shot from a hard camera focused on a well-traveled ring in what looked like an ancient Bingo Hall. The first and third ropes were blood red, the middle dead black and the canvas a shopworn white. The black apron proudly proclaimed ‘SHRED & TEAR!’ in garish red cat-scratch font, a proclamation that was echoed quite loudly by a large, albeit vaguely disreputable crowd when the well heeled Announcer stepped into the middle of the ring.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and will not end until one fighter is knocked the hell out or begging for mercy! Introducing first, in the corner to my left! Hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-seven pounds! Tonight marks her debut for Shred & Tear, she is The Mangler, SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
Syd took two steps out of the corner and raised an index finger to the rafters. This was met mostly with jeers from the S&T faithful, though there was a noticeable thread of applause for the debuting wrestler, presumably from the small but fiercely loyal followers of the California indy scene. For her first appearance with Shred & Tear the sturdy brunette wore a simple black sports-bra and matching trunks with ‘MANGLER’ emblazoned across the seat in what looked like old-time typewriter font. Her boots and pads (at knee and elbow) were an identical black while her wrist-tape was a deep, almost regal purple. Deschain acknowledged the cheers with a single nod, then stepped back against the buckles to run through some last second stretches while the Announcer shifted focus.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Sin City, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Sex Bomb… DELILAH SAMPSON!”
DELILAH SAMPSON:
If the crowd had been reserved to hostile in their response to Deschain, they were nearly riotous in their support for the Sex Bomb. Wasn’t hard to see why, admittedly. With her summer-tanned skin, shoulder-length golden mane and pin-up girl curves, Sampson looked like she divided her time between breaking up relationships on the beach and breaking the faces of anyone who dared confront her on the former. Eyes glittering as she basked in the support, Sampson strutted from her corner to the center of the squared circle where she made a show of fluffing her hair before whipping around to display the ‘SEX BOMB!’ boldly stretched across the seat of her electric yellow one-piece. (Her boots and pads were a similarly gaudy shade, though no one was paying them a damned bit of attention at the moment.)
Swinging her hips as she raised both hands high overhead, Sampson extended her index fingers, then brought ‘em down left followed by right to ‘tap’ each half of her nickname while the captivated crowd roared ‘SEX…BOMB!’ Delilah looked over her shoulder and dropped a tawdry wink at Sydney. “Boom, bytch.”
Deschain offered no reply, so Sampson ruffled her hair one more time, then flipped the brunette as she headed back to her corner.
The noise level didn’t bother Syd in the slightest, she found it rather calming truth be told. The stale booze and cigarette reek was another matter entirely and she hoped she wouldn’t have to waste a portion of tonight’s pay-out on dry cleaning her togs and hoodie. Such concerns were swept from her mind by the CLANG of the bell and the immediate, aggressive approach of Delilah Sampson.
Certain the blonde would cut off the ring if she allowed it, Deschain moved out along the ropes, forcing the blonde to shift with her to keep the Mangler straight ahead. Irritated by what she saw as gutless stalling tactic, the Sex Bomb planted herself in the middle of the ring and beckoned her opponent forward with both hands. “C’mon over here ya scrawny prude.” she demanded loudly enough to be heard over the general clamor. “My claws are feeling a bit dull and you look like a perfect scratching post!”
Syd answered with a soft, scoffing snort. “Those ‘claws’ look like press-on nails to me, honey.” she paused, relishing the crowd’s ‘ooooooohhh!’ “And if they’re as tacky as the rest of you, they’ll break the first time we lock up!”
Delilah treated the crowd to an incredulous look, then jerked a thumb in Deschain’s direction as if to say ‘Can you believe this bytch?’ “Better watch your mouth, girlie. I’ve humiliated better than you for less.”
“What’s the matter, Sex Bomb?” Syd let the nickname drip a poisonous sarcasm. “Afraid I’ll show all these people you’re nothing but a slutty dud?”
That was more than enough for Sampson, she stomped toward Deschain and went straight for her hair only to snarl in disgust when the brunette whipped ‘round behind caught a Waistlock and dumped her flat on her belly with an amateur-style takedown. “Sneaky slut.” Delilah grumbled as the brunette mounted her lower back. “You’re gonna wish you’d never HEY BYTCH GET OFFA ME!”
Knees planted snug against her opponent’s flanks, Sydney mussed Delilah’s blonde mane for a good five seconds before she let go to plant a clapping forget-me-not swat on the other wrestler’s squirming backside. The early show of casual domination earned boos from some of the Sex Bomb’s loyal fans, but a good portion of the Hall’s regulars treated the newcomer to raucous cheers.
Snarling as she hurried to her feet, Sampson made a second lunge and succeeded in catching a handful of those dark locks, unfortunately she wasn’t able to capitalize before Deschain hooked an arm over the back of her head and tugged her down into a brisk European Uppercut! Delilah rocked in place, cried out in distress and anger when Sydney reeled her into a grinding Side Headlock!
“Like that? Huh, do ya?” Deschain chided as she mashed and ground the blonde’s temple against the point of her left hip. “Oh wait, THIS is what you like!” The Mangler halved the Headlock so she could snatch hold of the Sex Bomb’s hair and treat it to several lusty yanks!
The relaxed rules of Shred & Tear meant that such tactics drew no reproach from the referee, though that didn’t stop Sampson from cursing up a storm as she pushed and slapped at the brunette’s encroaching tummy. “Bytch, you’re gonna get it now! I’m not just gonna beat you, I’m gonna explode all over your faNGH! NGH! NGH! OOFFGGRRRHHH!”
Not about to take lip from a chick who’s face was so close to her trunks, Sydney reared back on the Headlock as she raised her left foot and stamped down once, twice, three times! Each stomp bounced Delilah’s protesting features off her hip, meaning the Sex Bomb was good and discombobulated when Deschain slung her to the mat with a heavy Headlock Takedown! “You’re gonna want to be careful where you’re putting those smutty little briefs.” the brunette advised. “Unless you want them to wind up in your mouth.”
Screw you, prude!” Sampson’s heels beat an angry little tattoo against the mat as she struggled to escape her attacker’s grip. “We both know you’ll bawl for mommy as soon as I get your top offHEEEYYY!”
yd freed her right hand from the Headlock so she could loop it around the blonde’s thrashing left leg and draw it up tight for an impromptu cradle! His surprise at such a ‘technical’ display in a S&T ring didn’t slow the ref down one bit, he just swooped in beside the tangled wrestlers and counted off…
ONE…
TWO….
ampson popped her hips to shift onto her right side, which broke the first cover while simultaneously stacking Deschain’s shoulders on the canvas!
ONE…
TWO…
yd released her foe’s cradled leg and powered back to a seat with a full second to spare. As for Delilah, she was still caught in the Headlock, though now was flat on her tummy and struggling harder than ever. Eventually she caught hold of Deschain’s trunks just above the Mangler’s right hip and gave them a sharp pull.
Don’t stretch my bottoms, brat.” Syd ordered. “I’ll stretch you twice as harERRRHHHHH!”
Sampson released her hold only to palm that hand against the top of Deschain’s head so she could YANK on the brunette’s hair! The Mangler grimaced but didn’t answer with her own hair-pull, instead she drew the Side Headlock that much tighter and was rewarded with the sound (and feel) of Delilah’s squeal against her hip. Didn’t free her hair though, in fact Sampson kept on tugging until she managed to make it to one knee. From there it wasn’t long until the Sex Bomb was back on her feet even though that damned Headlock was still gnashing away at-- “NNNNGGGGGHH!”
Abandoning the hair-pull wrap her arms around the brunette’s waist, Delilah plowed her way forward until she BWUNGED Syd into the nearest set of buckles! Hissing with delight as she finally escaped the prude’s grasp, Sampson caught hold of the middle rope in both hands and used it as a platform to launch no less than half a dozen Shoulderblocks into her opponent’s midsection.
Unlike other promotions, corner work was openly encouraged in Shred & Tear so there was no ref’s warning after five seconds or more. Indeed Delilah didn’t end the punishment until the startled brunette was gasping for breath and her rump was wedged in snug above the second turnbuckle. “What’s the matter, prude? Can’t catch your breath?” Sampson taunted. “Don’t feel bad, being hopelessly outclassed will do that to a bytch.”
“Nuuuhhh… not intimidated.” Syd huffed. “I’m just choking on that godawful perOOOOOOWWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Delilah earned raucous roars from her fans by claiming a double handful of Syd’s breasts and squeeeeeeeezing with white-knuckle ferocity! “My perfume is lovely, sweetie.” Sampson cooed as she twisted the other wrestler’s bounty back and forth, back and forth. “What you’re smelling is plain old terror and flop sweNGH!”
Deschain silenced the blonde with a straight right hand to the mouth then followed up with a shoving kick to the gut that knocked Sampson back several steps. Grateful for the separation, Syd took a second to catch her breath and paid for the pleasure courtesy of a heavy martial arts kick that THUMPED across her midsection!
“Oooooohhh what’sa matter? Didn’t know I could kick, huh?” Delilah teased after the brunette slumped back against the buckles. “I can do that and so… MUCH… MORE!”
The Sex Bomb punctuated those last two words with a kick each, the first to her opponent’s rack, the second to the side of her head. Sampson was no black belt but the kicks kept Sydney dazed long enough for the blonde to stroll up and mount the bottom rope. Fingers twined deep in the Mangler’s dark hair, Delilah wrenched her prey’s head backward and cooed, “Time we lit the fuse on your sorry ass!” With that she leaned in and pulled Deschain’s mug forward, all the better to engulf it in that hulking décolletage!
“Whiny little bytch thinks she’s a real firecracker!” Sampson teased the roaring throng. “But she’s no match for the Sex Bomb!”
Syd noted this only in passing, she was far too concerned pushing and gouging at the blonde’s hips as she sought to escape the Delilah’s tawdry grind. “What’sa matter?” Sampson teased while continuing to scrub her breasts against the brunette’s features. “Sounds like you’ve got something in your moutHHERRRGGHHH!”
Deschain found a sturdy handful of her attacker’s one-piece and yanked it several inches north, much to her opponent’s snarling displeasure. “Oh, you think that’s gonna get you outta this? No chance, honey!” Delilah actually did draw away from the Jugg Smother, alas this separation allowed Sydney one breath, maybe two before the catfighter yanked her head up and BWUUUNGED it back against the top turnbuckle once, twice, three times!
“Awwwww, look at you, gasping for air!” Sampson teased. “Or maybe you’re looking for something to suckle?” She pivoted slightly and leaned down to better press the curve of her right breast against Deschain’s mouth and nose. “Don’t even think about biting me, prude. It’ll be the last mistake you ever OOOWWWW BYTCH!”
The Mangler didn’t bite her opponent, rather she crooked one hand into a three fingered claw and jabbed it into Sampson’s crotch! “Now you’ve really f*cked up, honey!” Delilah scrambled down from her mount, swatted the brunette’s encroaching hand away and stuffed the tanned expanse of her right thigh across Deschain’s gulping belly. Still controlling the brunette with a double handful of hair, Sampson backed away from the corner and reeled Syd out after, then slipped her right arm between opposing thighs and took her up, over and DOWN to the mat with a booming Scoop Power Slam! Delilah cradled the far leg on impact and drew it close to point Deschain’s rump toward the overhead lights through…
SCOOP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMVK-lH5Blg
ONE…
TWO…
Sydney kicked free simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a show of resilience that earned a grimace of irritation from the Sex Bomb. “Guess you’re not as much of a prude as I thought, if you’re willing to go at my trunks.” Sampson sneered. “Which means you won’t mind if I give these people a more entertaining show.”
“Juuuuhhhh… just wait, bytch.” Deschain rasped. “They’re gonna love watching me tap you OH DON’T YOUGODDAMNED DAREEERRRMMMMMGGPPHHH!”
Alas Delilah had already peeled off Syd’s top and immediately stuffed it in the other wrestler’s mouth! Deschain spit it out within heartbeats but that still gave Sampson enough time to draw the flummoxed Californian into a Side Headlock of her own. Yanking brunette locks hard enough to make Syd’s eyes water, Sampson strutted around the ring playing to the crowd before settling on the side she deemed the rowdiest.
“Anyone wanna see a prude’s tits?” she called. “They’re not great, but they’re not terrible… at least not yet!”
Those in attendance thought this sounded just fine, so Delilah thumped her knee into Sydney’s chest a few times to make sure she was still sucking wind when the Sex Bomb threaded her torso through the space between the top and middle ropes. Shifting her grip to the suffering wrestler’s biceps, Sampson yanked Syd’s arms backward over the top rope to give the crowd just what she’d promised. “Catty bytch.” Deschain growled over the increasingly raucous crowd. “You’re going to wish you’d eerrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!”
Sampson reached under the brunette’s arms for a greedy two-handed grip on Sydney’s helpless bounty. “What’re you gonna do, prude?” the blonde giggled in the midst of leaving angry red welts on Deschain’s girls. “Sounds to me like you’re gonna OW! That’s it, bytch! Now you’re gonna scream!”
The stomp she’d administered to Delilah’s right foot didn’t land as hard as she’d hoped, meaning Syd was still tangled in the rubber-coated steel when the blonde took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began to twiiiiisssssst!
“ROPES!” Sydney shrieked in hopes of drawing some attention to seemingly lackadaisical referee. “I’M IN THE F*CKING ROPESSAAAAAIIIEEEEEEEE!”
Sampson began to pull as well as twist, the malicious catfighter beaming as she snuggled in cheek to cheek with her teary-eyed prey. “No ropes breaks in S&T, baby girl.” she punctuated with a taunting kiss on the cheek. “You’re not getting out until you beg for your nipNGH! NNNGGGHHH!”
The Mangler shut Sampson up with a quick sideways sort of Headbutt that allowed her to put that much more ‘ooooph’ on the backward Headbutt she slammed into the bridge of the blonde’s nose! Delilah stumbled back to mid-ring, both hands pressed to her face in case the crazy beeyotch had broken her nose. She’d just confirmed that all was essentially well when Deschain rushed out of the ropes and THWHUMPED the point of her left knee into the vulnerable fighter’s stomach! Caught unawares, Sampson flipped over the impaling limb and landed on her butt with a heavy ‘plop’.
Gasping for breath after the heavy shot, Delilah rolled to all fours and “OOOOOFFFFHHHH!” Sydney stepped over the penitent blonde and dropped down with every bit of her weight behind the Butt Bomb that detonated against the small of her back. “So, you want me to beg, huh?” Deschain was drawing in deep breaths when she collected the blonde’s elbows and drew them backward across the posts of her thighs. “Well how does this sound, baby? I BEG you not to tap out before I’m satisfied.”
“Guuuhhh… good luck with that, bytch.” Sampson grunted. “I’ll never beg you for anyRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!”
Sydney helped herself to a double handful of hair and craaaaaaaaaanked Delilah’s head backward for a Camel Clutch, but instead of cupping the Sex Bomb’s chin she slipped two fingers on each hand into the sides of her opponent’s mouth! “Never can be an awful long time, witch.” Deschain explained as she bobbled the blonde’s head up and down. “And I know plenty of ways to make you suffer!”
She puuuuuuuuuuuuulled that much harder, widening the Sex Bomb’s involuntary grin to an unnatural degree while she continued to put strain on her neck. “Ask her!” Deschain demanded to the referee after ten or fifteen seconds of uninterrupted punishment. “Sounds like the little Sex Bomb is almost burned out!”
The official hunched over by the action and asked, “What do you say, Delilah? You finished?”
“NNNNRRRRGGGHHHH!” the blonde’s answer was as angry as it was unintelligible.
“I can’t understand her.” The zebra told Syd. “Could you get your fingers out of her mouth?”
“If you insist.” Deschain did as requested, not that this improved Sampson’s situation because the Mangler promptly pulled back on her hair as hard as she could. “Man asked if you want to give it up, sexy.” Syd teased. “Answer him.”
“F*CK YOU!” Delilah barked. “I’ll never submit to you!”
“I love it when they say that.” Deschain told the referee. “Makes winning all the more satisfying!”
Maintaining her hold on the blonde’s hair, Sydney leaned back and brought her legs up and around so that she was effectively sitting cross-legged on Sampson’s back with the Sex Bomb’s arms trapped between her stems. Lotus Lock thus complete, the brunette squeeeeeeeeeeeeezed her legs to put a whole lotta pressure on the Sex Bomb’s shoulders.
“AAARRRRRRHHHHH! LET ME GO!” Sampson keened, her feet beating erratically against the canvas.
“You twisted my tits in front of the crowd.” Deschain explained while she rocked in place, all the better to mash Sampson’s breasts against the canvas. “You’re not going anywhere for a long while, bytch.”
“Just you wait! You’re gonna finish this match tits-up and sobbing for mercHHHUUUURRRRRRGGGHHH AAAAAAWWW FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Syd reached back, caught hold of those electric yellow briefs and transformed them into a salacious thong with nothing more than a single tug! Refreshingly bipartisan in their support for catty tactics, the Shred & Tear regulars treated Deschain to a raucous round of applause as the Mangler did her damndest to split Sampson right up the middle.
“Sure you’re too tuff to give, blondie?” Syd teased as she jerked the makeshift handle back and forth, back and forth. “If I pull any harder you’re gonna feel this nasty thing on your molars.”
“Eeeerrrrrhhh… enjoy this… enjoy this now you dirty bytch. Because I’m gonna get outta this and when I do I’ll OW! Oh you tacky bytch, knock that OOOOWWW!”
Sydney relinquished the wedgie, flattened that hand into a paddle and treated Delilah’s glutes to a single clapping Slap! That got another round of cheers from the crowd, but it the subsequent pinch (administered to the deep crease between Sampson’s left thigh and buttock) that earned an angry wail from the Sex Bomb! “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Deschain muttered. “You were saying something?”
“F*ck you, brat. You have no idea what you’re OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAAHP!”
Sydney added a several more palm-shaped welts to those hapless haunches, then resumed her pincer until Sampson’s boots were kicking and flailing like a toddler having a tantrum. “Ask her.” the brunette said to the official. “Sure sounds like she’s had enough.”
“F*CK NO!” Delilah bellowed. “I’M NOT GONNA TAP TO SOME GODDAMNED ASS PINAAARRRRHHHHHHH!”
Sydney still had one hand free so she plunged it into Delilah’s blonde tousle and pulled like she meant to bare a patch of scalp! “Not gonna tap, huh? You sure about that, sexy?”
“Nuuuuhhhh… NEVERRGHH!”
Deschain yanked the blonde’s noggin back even farther, then drove it down to TWHONK Delilah’s forehead against the thinly-sheathed plywood! The jarring collision stilled Sampson’s flailing to such a degree that Deschain uncrossed her legs and muscled the woozy blonde over onto her back. From there she slid into a snug Crossbody, Syd catching both legs in a bundle that pointed her foe’s be-thonged backside into the grungy overhead lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Delilah bucked free with half a second between herself and defeat, though the Lotus had sapped her to such a degree that she didn’t have the energy to roll onto her stomach to escape a follow-up cover. It wasn’t an issue at the moment as the Mangler didn’t attempt another pin, she did however slide south to lay claim to her opponent’s left shin.
“Grabby bytch, leggo of me!” Delilah yowled as Sydney wedged the captured shin beneath her left arm. “F*cking shyt, just lemme get WHOOAAAAARRRRRRRHHHH!”
Deschain hauled Sampson onto her shoulders, rolled her onto her stomach then stepped over and sat down hard, the brunette’s glutes fitting nicely into the hollow of her adversary’s back. Reefing down on the Half Crab as soon as it was secure, Sydney nodded with grim satisfaction when the crowd started to chant, ‘TAP! TAP! TAP!’
SINGLE LEG CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAl1eoQWhUs
“Hear that, bubble butt? They think you’re ready to quit.”
“Then they’ve got shyt for brains and so do you!” Delilah growled. “Shred and Tear is MY RING and I’m not gonna tap out to OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GAAAAAAAAWD!”
Syd pulled her right hand away from the sweat-damp expanse of blonde thigh, crooked it into a claw and affixed it to the center of those distended briefs! “You sure about that, sexy? Seems to me I’ve got plenty of ways to make you squeal like a bytch.”
“What do you say, Delilah?” the ref interjected before Sampson could respond. “Have you had enough? Do I need to call--”
“NO GODDAMMIT, JUST GET OUTTA THE F*CKING WAY!” Extracting both hands from her hair to brace them against the mat, Delilah puuuuuuussshed up as far as she could go and began to crawl toward the ropes.
“That’s cute, crawling toward the ropes like an actual wrestler.” Syd continued to wrench the leg and clamp down on the claw. “Don’t you remember what you told me when you were mauling my tits earlieRRRGGGGHHH!”
Pretty face twisted in hate, Delilah planted on one elbow so she could reach up and back to fill that hand with a huge handful of Deschain’s dark hair! Syd bared her teeth and tried to maintain pressure, but the Sex Bomb wouldn’t be denied and it was only matter of seconds before she’d pulled the brunette from her unwilling perch. Twisting onto all fours to answer the blonde’s hair-hold with one of her own, Sydney clambered to her feet with Delilah in tow and quickly stuffed a Kneelift into her navel. The hooks in her hair loosened enough for the Mangler to shake loose, so she jerked Sampson’s head under her left arm for a Front Facelock and reached down with her free hand to catch the blonde behind the left knee.
She’d *just* tugged that limb off the mat when Delilah raaaaaaaked her free hand up the length of Syd’s togs! That was unpleasant enough, it got that much worse when Sampson caught hold of her waistband and YANKED up until the Mangler rose on tiptoe to alleviate the very worst of the burn. Nodding with vindictive satisfaction while Sydney slapped and swatted at her clawin’ wrist, Delilah turned in a circle, forcing her opponent to do the same. “Thought you were a bad bytch, did’ja?” the Sex Bomb sneered. “News flash honey, you ain’t shyt! It’s time you got blown away just like the rest of the trash!”
Syd groaned and reached for her attacker’s hair, but Delilah just jerked the wedgie left and right so that the brunette was practically hopping on the spot. Preening now that she had the brunette under control again, Sampson fluffed her hair with her free hand, then reared back and CRAAACKED a huge Bytch Slap across Deschain’s mouth! Sydney stumbled away from the nasty shot, but she didn’t get too far before Delilah used those captured trunks to reel her in. A second stiff Bytch Slap froze the black-clad battler in place, meaning Sampson had plenty of time to lower a shoulder (her left) and drive it into opposing belly. Slipping her left arm around the brunette’s lower back at the same time her right arm looped around Dechain’s left thigh, Delilah traded her Inverted Wedgie for a more traditional application half a heartbeat before she muscled Sydney into the air and went down on one knee!
The soft ‘thump’ of knee on groin was lost in Deschain’s aggrieved wail, not to mention the revitalized Sex Bomb cheering section. Happy to collect the brunette’s bowed head in a Front Facelock, Delilah Sampson waggled her hips, leaned forward and treated Deschain’s almost bare cheeks to a brisk spanking, then flipped her hair and laid out flat to THWHONK Syd’s skull into the canvas with an emphatic DDT! The Mangler did a brief impression of a tent spike before flopping out flat on stomach.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TiIN2vcsE04
She’d yet to settle when Delilah pulled her onto her back and climbed aboard, the grinning blonde wedging a forearm in under Syd’s chin while she pressed down in a casually arrogant full-body pin. Hair hanging long and tangly in Deschain’s face, Sampson cupped her other hand over the Mangler’s right breast and squeezed in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney stuffed a hand beneath Delilah’s chin and forced her head back far enough to raise a shoulder before ‘THREE!’ “NO!” Sampson barked at the referee. “THAT BYTCH WAS DOWN!” Rather than wait for some excuse from the official, the Sex Bomb pushed to a seat and dug her knees into the brunette’s flanks. Gripping Deschain’s shoulders with rough claws, she pressed down and shouted, “YOU’RE FINISHED!” The fans must’ve agreed because their cheers were especially raucous for the ref’s second count.
ONE…
TWO…
“OOOOWWWWW F*CK!” Delilah reared back and yowled when Sydney reached up and gave the Sex Bomb a vindictive taste of her own medicine courtesy of a Double Breast Claw.
“How do you like it, honey?” Deschain made sure to keep one or both shoulders off the mat as she gnashed and groped at her opponent’s heavy artillery. “Feels like I’ve just found two big handfuls of quit waiting to ERGH MMMMRRRPPPPHHH!”
Sampson wrenched the brunette’s talons away at the minor cost of some ugly red welts and beat those hateful hands against the mat almost half a dozen times before she slid back and leaned down to stuff her aggrieved orbs in Deschain’s protesting features! Snuggling in tight atop her squirming prey, Delilah threaded her legs beneath Sydney’s and wrenched them apart both to neutralize and to embarrass. “You’re the only one quitting tonight, prude.” Sampson sneered as she began an aggressive campaign of hands-free buffing and grinding. “Not gonna be when the bell sounds, oh no, no, no, no. I’m not letting the ref drag your carcass outta this ring until you’ve worshipped every inch of my AAARRRRRHHHHH REEEHHHHHHFFFF!” Delilah wailed in shock and anguish. “SHE’S BITING MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Biting isn’t illegal, Delilah!” the ref replied. “I can’t do anything to stop--”
“F*CK OFF THEN!” the Sex Bomb shrieked as abandoned her hold on Syd’s wrists for a double handful of hair instead. Linked to her tormentor in three different places, Sampson couldn’t get a whole lot of separation when she lifted her torso, but that didn’t stop her from dropping down hard enough to bounce the back of Deschain’s skull against the thinly-sheathed canvas. The gnawing must’ve eased up at least a little because Delilah sighed with relief only to hiss that much louder when the Mangler caught hold of her leg-holes and yanked them up to the middle of her back!
“DIRTY BYTCH!” Sampson repeated the previous skull bash twice more, then scrambled to her feet the instant Sydney’s teeth finally fell away. Infuriated by the ugly red crescent now adorning her right breast, the blonde stomped out the worst of her frustration on Deschain’s bare tummy, then bent down and hauled her to verticality with a double handful of hair.
No theatrics or threats now, Delilah was all business as she dipped a shoulder to better muscle Syd up and across in a Fireman’s Carry. Hooking her right hand over the nape of Deschain’s neck, the Sex Bomb twisted her hips all the way to the left only to snap them back to the right which in turn sent the brunette swinging out behind. Sampson caught a loose Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on one side to THWHAM the other wrestler down on her face, chest and belly! It wasn’t the prettiest, but the TKO-Face planted Deschain with authority and earned a resounding cheer from the S&T loyalists. Taking a moment to clap some invisible dust from her hands, Delilah shoved Syd onto her back so she could plant one hand on her tits and another on her tummy, the better to preen while the official tolled…
TKO-FACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRdv3_ExtuA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
It was a domineering albeit lazy cover, meaning Deschain had enough space and leverage to raise a shoulder half a second before ‘THREE!’ Her escape was met with heavy boos from the Sex Bomb Squad, though another section of the audience responded with impressed cheers and a small, enthusiastic ‘MANGLER!’ chant. Even an isolated show of support for the prude newcomer was enough to incense the blonde that much further and she damned near ripped a few hanks of hair from Deschain’s scalp as she forced her to all fours and secured a Standing Headscissors.
“Enough foreplay!” she called to crowd. “Who’s ready for an explosion?”
Everyone in the dank hall seemed on-board with this course of action, so Sampson ran both hands through her hair and enjoyed a sultry little bump ‘n grind on the back of Syd’s neck to make sure the outclassed brunette knew the fuse had just about burned-- Delilah leaned down, wrapped her arms around Deschain’s midsection and locked her hands, all the better to spin the Mangler up onto her shoulders for NO! Syd slipped free of the blonde’s perch and landed on one knee in front of the surprised catfighter.
“Slippery slut!” Sampson barked even before she’d filled her hands with the brunette’s dark hair. “You’re not getting away from WHOOOOAAEEERRGGGHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Ignoring the hair-pull as best she could, Deschain snugged in against the Sex Bomb’s right side and grabbed hold of her ankle so she could stuff fold Sampson’s lower leg up tight. With Delilah’s heel stuffed against her own glutes, the Mangler muscled the blonde into the air and quickly dropped to one knee, all the better to THUNK her foe’s shin against that posted joint! The Shinbreaker had Sampson hopping on her plant foot, unfortunately her other leg was still firmly in Deschain’s grasp. Or at least it was until spun under the exposed limb in a snappy little barrel roll that sent Delilah tumbling to the canvas clutching at her wrenched knee.
SHINBREAKER & DRAGON SCREW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWKx3TNSR1I
“AAAAAAAWWW FAAAAHHHK!” Sampson wailed as she sat up and butt-scooted her way into the nearest set of ropes. “Disqualify her, ref! Crazy bytch tried to break my leg!”
Not too far away, Sydney Deschain grimaced as she pulled her trunks back into something like their original setting. “Quit your whining, princess. I don’t need to break your leg to make you quit!”
Sampson’s eyes narrowed, though she made no effort to stand up. “Whining? Bytch, you need to be more concerned with the moaning that I’ll be doing when I’m riding on your WHOAH HEY!”
Sydney rushed the blonde flat out but instead of unleashing a Dropkick or a Kneelift to the face, she jigged to the left and dropped into a Baseball slide that sent her gliding beneath the bottom rope. Alighting on the floor a heartbeat later, Deschain snatched hold of the Sex Bomb’s hair and pulled her backward so she could pound a series of Forearm Smashes into the base of her skull! Delilah keened and reached back to protect her noggin so Sydney caught hold of her wrists and wrenched ‘em out to either side! “LEGGO OF ME!” Sampson bellowed as she twisted and thrashed in the brunette’s grip. “ “DAMMIT BYTCH, I SAID GET YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE PAWS OFFA NO! NO! NOOOO YOU F*CKING BYTCH, THAT’S NOT FAAAAIIIIIIRRRRR!”
It wasn’t really, not that the inherent unfairness of the arrangement stopped the crowd from cheering their approval once Sydney had bound the Sex Bomb’s arms between the bottom and middle ropes!
Taking her time returning to the ring, Deschain went straight for Sampson’s feet, a task made considerably more difficult thanks to the blonde’s constant kicking. But the Mangler was nothing if not patient and she’d claimed one within ten seconds and a few hard knees to the back of the thigh slowed Delilah enough for her to claim the other with no real hassle.
Still shaking her head ‘no’ with the furious energy of a woman who cannot comprehend the hand she’s been dealt, Sampson spat, “Stupid prude, you think a little rope play is going to stop me?
“Probably not.” Syd agreed. “But this will.”
With that she stepped over and spun around Delilah’s left leg so that it was folded neatly behind her own right calf. From there she claimed hold of the blonde’s right ankle and lifted that leg so that it was positioned beneath Sampson’s exposed ankle. Everyone and their brother knew what was coming, not that it stopped the crowd from offering a loud roar when Deschain dropped to a seat and slung her free leg over Delilah’s ankle.
FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKvP6PR_x2E
“ARRRRRRRHHHHHHHH! STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Delilah shrieked mere seconds after Sydney planted her hands and began to rock up and down on the Figure Four Leglock. “I’M IN THE ROOOOOOOOOOPES!”
“Already covered that, sweetheart.” the Mangler had paused with her butt a good six inches off the mat to exacerbate the strain on Sampson’s right knee. “Ropes aren’t going to save you. Want out? You know what to--”
“F*CK OFF!” Sampson shrieked. “I’M NOT GONNA GET BEAT BY A SCRAWNY LITTLE PRUDE LIKE RRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Deschain returned her butt to the canvas so she could lean forward and catch a double handful of Delilah’s U-neck. A single strong pull freed the Sex Bomb’s bounty for all to see and gave Syd free reign to take Delilah’s nipples between thumb and forefinger for a slow, malicious twisssssssssssst!
“Not so tuff now are ya, huh sexy?” Syd jostled her grips up ‘n down to the delight of everyone save Delilah Sampson. “In fact I’d say this Sex Bomb’s just about defused…” she trailed off while adding a merciless round of pulling to her torture. “Or maybe it was a dud from the very begin--”
“I GIVE!” the blonde sobbed. “I GIVE! I GIVE! I GIVE! JUST GET OFFA MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Deschain looked to the ref for confirmation but the man had already turned away to signal for the bell. It clanged shortly thereafter, so Sydney broke the hold and spun to one knee as the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen your winner by submission… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The Mangler responded to the cheers with a raised fist, but only after she’d grabbed her shorn top and returned it to it’s pre-fight arrangement. This covering up earned a brief thread of boos, though they faded into the din once Deschain strolled over to Sampson and planted a boot on her gulping tummy.
“Yuuuuuuhhhh… you got lucky, slut.” Delilah huffed. “Next time I’ll strip you down and explode all over your AAARRRRRGGGHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
Syd pivoted, planted her left foot atop the blonde’s breasts and scrubbed like she was trying to remove something particularly unpleasant from the tread of her boot! Ending the punishment after perhaps ten seconds, the brunette dropped into a straddle so she could cup Sampson’s bounty in both hands. “You really want to talk about next time when I could make sure you can’t wear a bra for a week?” she asked. “Tell ya what honey, here’s MY promise for ‘next time’. Are you listening?”
“Kiss my ooooohhhhhhhhhh!” Delilah bared her teeth as Syd squeezed ‘til her knuckles showed white.
“Next time you say my name, you better watch your tone.” Deschain advised. “Because if you EVER take off my top again, I’ll strip you bare after the bell and make you eat every bit of this sweaty little one-piece.” The Sex Bomb only groaned, so Syd stood up, kissed the fingertips on her left hand and slapped ‘em against the seat of her trunks to make sure the level of respect was crystal clear.
Once that was settled she treated herself to a slow victory lap around the ring, then dipped through the ropes and headed up the ramp, leaving the erstwhile S&T cameraman to a slow pan up and down the exhausted, beaten frame of one Delilah Sampson.