Post by hawkeye on May 11, 2020 0:55:38 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
Already on their feet, the FAWNatics got even louder when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the BFG striding through the curtains to claim her spot center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s encounter with arguably her most dangerous nemesis, the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Expression growing serious as she started toward the ring, Clayton muttered, “Don’t know why you chose tonight to come at me again, doc. But whatever the reason, you’re going to regret it before the night’s over.” Eager to reclassify this prophecy as established truth, the Peacemaker made her way back and forth across the aisle several times to make sure didn’t miss any of her Howling Commandos. Once the reserves were properly bolstered, Bex bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher backpedaled to the far corner without taking her eyes off the curtain at the top of the stage.
Still quite galvanized in the wake of Becky’s arrival, a noticeable pall fell over the sold out crowd when A Perfect Circle’s ‘Passive’ escaped through the speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
Powerless to stop the shiver that ran up his spine, the Announcer sucked in a deep breath before resuming his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Noting the worry of the crowd as nothing more than unimportant background noise, the Clinical Killer scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon one of her all time favorite experiments. “Why, it seems you’re making wonderful progress, Rebecca.” she said to no one in particular. “It is my sincere hope they don’t all collapse in the face of adversity.” Intrigued by the possibility of either answer, the Destroyer-class redhead started down the ramp.
For her first encounter with the Camouflage Crusher in far too long, Blassenville sported a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. Disappointed (albeit hardly surprised) to discover that no one in her immediate vicinity had resolved to take up either bathing or proper grammar, Celia actually paused for a moment when she saw a placard demanding to know:
WHERE’S SIERRA MIST?
“I’m sure I have no idea.” the redhead said with a maddeningly enigmatic smile. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell the likes of you.”
The sign came down fast after that response, so the Mistress of Puppets resumed her progress to the great vivisection lab everyone else called the squared circle.
Closing her eyes to better savor the expectant silence that only happened before the start of a particularly intense experiment, Celia made her way up the steps, wiped her boots on the apron and dipped through the ropes. Quick to claim the center as her own, she turned in a circle that ended with her staring down the former Army of One Hot Chick. Blassenville didn’t actually see Clayton move, but she was certain her former lab rat was twitching all over. Which meant everything was as it should be. She was about to offer Rebecca an initial observation when that lummox Algernon Carpenter stepped between them, thoroughly ruining the moment.
“Go to your corner, ok Celia? I need to check your pads and boots before I can ring the bell.”
“Rest assured Mr. Carpenter, we’ve already begun.” Blassenville replied as she headed for the corner opposite Clayton. “That happy little bell is nothing more than ceremony at this point.”
The FAWN Arena was remarkably quiet when the bell sounded, though this shouldn’t be taken as a sign of disinterest from those assembled. Rather the silence was that of collected bated breath, the Spring Breakers just waiting to let out a thunderous roar when the pair of longtime rivals locked up for the first time in what seemed like years. Becky noted the atmosphere but paid it practically no attention. Prior experience had taught her (often quite painfully) that it was a grave mistake to consider anything other than Celia Blassenville when they shared the squared circle. As for the Temptress, she offered Clayton the same level of scrutiny, albeit that of a type more akin to a researcher taking in the effects of a long term pharmacology project on a particularly noteworthy patient.
Starting forward after this brief period of reflection, blonde and redhead strode to the center of the ring and began to circle. “It’s been a long time, Rebecca.” Celia noted when Bex offered no greeting. “I would say it’s a pleasure, but it doesn’t seem right to start our reunion with a lie.”
“Not long enough, Celia.” Clayton answered. “Dare I ask what got you into the ring and away from the little white mice for the night?”
Blassenville reared back on her heels like she was going to shoot in for a clinch only to settle down when Becky braced to meet her. “Bethany tells me you’ve made some notable headway since breaking away from the Black Court. She says she thinks you might be worthy of--”
No feint from the Army Brat, she lunged in for a lock-up of her own but got nothing but air as the powerful redhead dipped low and spun under her questing grasp. Actually that wasn’t entirely true, Clayton got the distinctively unpleasant feel of Blassenville’s hand swatting her rump as she made her nimble evasion. “Might be worthy of what?” Becky kept her tone level, but she could tell by the smug expression on Blassenville’s face that the Crimson Cagliostro next exactly what was going through her head.
“Why, a World Title shot, of course.” Celia replied. “You might even consider this an unofficial number one contender’s match.”
“You? What’ve you done to deserve a title shot except create the bytch that’s been terrorizing FAWN for almost a year? Besides, didn’t your little Frankenstein already kick your assNNNNGGGHHH!”
Blassenville sent the blonde stumbling with an open palm that resided somewhere between Bytch Slap and Uppercut. Celia could’ve pursued but decided against it, allowing the swiftness of her rebuke to speak for itself. “Mind your tongue around your betters, soldNNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky clouted her with a Haymaker that would’ve put most wrestlers on the canvas with stars in their eyes. The Temptress however only stumbled a few steps to the left before her legs steadied out and she caught her balance. “You’re not better than me.” Clayton explained the moment she caught the redhead’s gaze. “Never have been, never will be. No matter what sort of games you play.”
Blassenville worked her jaw before replying. “The tremor in your voice says otherwise, Rebecca. I’m offended that you’d still lie to me after all this time.”
Clayton shook her head, then raised one hand high overhead to a massive roar from the crowd. “The tremor in your biceps says you’re still a liar, doc. But step up and test my theory, if you think I’m full of shyt.”
Celia snorted in quiet derision. “Same old Clayton. Forever in search of the easiest solution. Very well then. Who am I to keep you from debasing yourself?”
Becky said nothing, so Blassenville closed in, lifted a hand and pressed it to the blonde’s. Their fingers locked, so Clayton “NNNGGGGHHHH!” Celia smashed her forehead into the bridge of Becky’s nose, bringing immediate tears and the dissolution of the partial Test. Not that Blassenville used the cheap-shot for separation, nothing could be further from the truth. Indeed she snuggled in close, looped her arms around Becky’s strong waist and earned her own roar from the FAWNatics when she lifted the blonde off her feet with a crushing Bear Hug!
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!” Clayton couldn’t contain a loud groan as she palmed her hands against Blassenville’s shoulders in an attempt to alleviate any of the pressure.
“The expression on your face is always so satisfied when you’re applying this hold.” Celia explained as she bounced and jostled the BFG in a way that few, if any other FAWN talents, could manage. “It’s why I’ve always taken such pleasure in subjecting you to the same ERRGGGHH!” Bracing her shins against the redhead’s hips for a little more leverage, Clayton raised her right arm high and brought the point of that elbow down on the crown of her attacker’s skull! Celia growled, planted her feet and shook Becky like she was an ultra-lightweight and not a fellow Destroyer. “Brute force, Rebecca? Is that all you have to offer? No wonder Christian doesn’t think you deserve a shot at the golNNNNNHHHHHH!”
Bex stretched her arms wide only to bring her hands together in a snappy CLAP that also smashed her forearms into the redhead’s ears! The Bell Ringer forced Celia to return her to the canvas, though another hard squeeze put the Camouflage Crusher up on tiptoe immediately thereafter. “No finesse whatsoever.” Blassenville murmured in her rival’s ear. “A blunt instrument and nothing more. No wonder West didn’t bat an eye when she granted your discharge. She was cutting away dead wooDEERRRHHH!”
Becky slammed a fist into her attacker’s kidney, though the position of Celia’s arms meant it didn’t pack the usual, well, punch. “Are you gonna shut your goddamned mouth or am I gonna have to knock you the hell out to get some peace and quiet?” Clayton huffed as she drove a few more punches into the redhead’s flanks.
“You want silence, dog-face?” Celia taunted. “Counter my Hug with one of your own, if you think you’re strong enough.”
Becky knew she should find her own way out, that ceding to any of Blassenville’s demands was merely giving the Temptress what she wanted, but the blonde powerhouse simply couldn’t resist the chance to beat Celia Blassenville at her own game. To that end she brought her hands up, joined them in a single fist and set her elbows against the dense meat of the redhead’s biceps. What followed was more than twenty seconds of tense silence as Clayton fought to worm her arms beneath the coil of Celia’s Bear Hug. The going was slow and got downright harrowing when she had to relinquish her own grip to continue on, but Bex kept at it until finally--THERE! She snaked her arms around Blassenville’s midriff and hauled her off the canvas with a Bear Hug of her own!
“Anything to say now, huh doc?” Clayton demanded as Celia groaned from the pressure. “Frankly I don’t care if you say much of anything other than I quitTAAARRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Of no particular mind to play fair against her old nemesis, the Mistress of Puppets caught Clayton’s ears in a three fingered pincer and twissssssssssssted until the Army Brat was forced to abandon her hold!
Becky stuffed a shoulder into Blassenville’s sternum to create a bit of distance when she turned away, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to prevent the redhead from catching hold of her waistband and reeling her backward into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the base of her skull! Clayton grunted, doubled over and cursed aloud when Celia caught her in a snug Chinlock. Quickly twisting around so they were back to back (with the back of Becky’s neck drawn over her right shoulder) Blassenville kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to PLANT Clayton on the back of her head and shoulders with a Falling Neckbreaker.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aSr6nolMZw
Bex bounced to a seat and swaddled her head in both hands, a position she occupied for all of a couple heartbeats before Blassenville grabbed hold of her noggin and drove her down flat, just BWUNKING the blonde’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. On her feet just as soon as she’d swatted Clayton’s fluttering hands away from her head, Celia planted herself on Becky’s left side, then shot up in a vertical leap and kicked both legs out straight to drive the meatiest part of her left thigh down across her opponent’s throat! Bex jolted, shoved her way out from under the redhead’s limb, then cursed aloud when Blassenville bundled both legs in a Back Press that pointed the former World Champion’s butt toward the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
The BFG kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and tumbled onto her stomach to defend against a follow-up cover. In this effort she succeeded, unfortunately giving up her back proved a painful tradeoff because Celia immediately planted one hand between her shoulders and another atop her glutes so she could drive the point of her right knee into the small of Clayton’s back! “That was a strategic error, soldier.” Blassenville looked rather amused as she continued to soften her rival’s lower back with those methodically bludgeoning knees. “I fear it will cost you dearly in the long run.”
“Keep the analysis to yourself, sweetie.” Becky’s tone was tight as she planted her elbows for a bit of additional leverage. “I beat your ass before, I know I canNNNRRRRHHHHH!”
CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuJSyZk-21A
The Temptress slipped both hands beneath Clayton’s chin, laced her fingers together and CRANKED back on a Chinlock made all the more painful thanks to her encroaching knee. “You know you can WHAT, Rebecca? Beat my ass, as you so colorfully put it?” Blassenville chided as she jostled her opponent’s head up and down for several painful seconds. “Then go ahead and do it, soldier! Surely you’re not SO confident in your skills that you’d allow me such a decisive early--”
Becky planted her hands against the mat and pushed to all fours in a single pneumatic motion, her effort made all the more impressive because it dislodged her attacker’s grinding knee. “Puhhhh….putting you on your back is never easy, Blassenville.” Clayton admitted as she fought to make it to her knees. “But that’s what makes it so satisfOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Able to rise far faster than her rival, the redheaded Destroyer rose up behind Becky, halved the Chinlock and raised that free elbow up beside her ear so she could THUNK the bony joint into the bridge of Bex’s nose! The Army Brat collapsed back to all fours (or rather three outta four, as one hand was cupped against her stinging nose) and then all the way back to square one because Celia straddled her hips and dropped into a deep squat that THWHUMPED every bit of her near hundred and fifty pounds into the small of Clayton’s back.
Smiling appreciatively at the jeers of the FAWNatics, Blassenville shifted her weight enough to roll Becky onto her back after hooking a Half Nelson. Seated astride the blonde’s tummy now, Celia slithered forward and sat down on her prey’s neck, the Crimson Cagliostro framing Becky’s pained features between her thighs and the fork of her crotch. It was an unquestionably arrogant cover that grew even more so when Blassenville ignored Clayton’s flailing hands in favor of putting her hands on her hips for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Celia had ignored her hands so Bex stuffed ‘em against opposing backside and shoved in time with a quick bridge to break the pin with about half a second to spare. Set on one knee after Clayton’s escape, Blassenville said nothing to Carpenter of the near fall, though she did favor him with an expression that suggested his performance had been noted for proper evaluation at some later date.
Filling one hand with a massive hank of the blonde’s hair, Celia got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same. “Is this still part of your Byzantine strategy to defeat me, Rebecca?” the Temptress asked in the midst of turning the hardbody to face the ropes. “Or did the plan collapse in my Bear Hug and this is the beginning of another spectacular failNNNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton jabbed a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, catching Blassenville flush on the chin. Nodding at the sound of Celia backpedaling, Bex grunted, “It’s the beginning of making you RRRGGHHH FAHK!”
More angered than hurt by the blonde’s elbow, Blassenville stormed into the breach and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her nails down Clayton’s strong back! Becky cringed, stumbled forward and went chest-first into the ropes because the Temptress put both hands against her shoulders and shoved hard! Already off balance, Becky tried and failed to hook an arm over the rubber-coated steel before it bounced her back toward--THWHAP! Blassenville pounded a Forearm Smash into the small of the Camouflage Crusher’s aching back! Clayton froze mid-stride, meaning she was effectively defenseless when Celia slipped her head under the blonde’s left arm and wrapped those strong arms around the Army Brat’s midsection. Grimacing at the thought of another Bear Hug, Bex went to catch Blassenville’s noggin in a Headlock and instead let out a surprised shriek because the Mistress of Puppets took her up over and down, Celia just DRIVING her blonde down on the back of her head and shoulders with an ugly Backdrop Suplex. The ring-shivering throw left Clayton curled up on one side, where she stayed until Blassenville pushed her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3aKG5P7q1k
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The robo-babe shot a hand into the air, letting her Howling Commandos know she was still in this fight. Celia was less than impressed, the Temptress showing obvious disdain as she scraped Becky off the mat and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Your willingness to give these people hope only to snatch it away borders on sadistic, Rebecca.” Blassenville noted as she collected the blonde’s arms in a brawny Double Underhook. “Indeed I’d say it’s far more cruel than any of the experiments I’ve run during my time in FAWN. Yet I’m seen as the villain in this conflict. Curious…”
In no need of a response from her little white mouse, the Crimson Cagliostro bent her knees and boosted--NO! Clayton dropped to one knee, stuffing the Suplex attempt for the time being. Celia only rolled her eyes, reset her feet and muscled Bex to boot-leather for-- Clayton took a knee again, so Celia halved the Underhook and smashed an Overhand Forearm across her shoulders. “Enough of this nonsense, Rebecca. I won’t allow you to string these idiots along any furHEEEYWHOOAAANNNGGHH!”
Becky wrenched her other arm free of the redhead’s clutches, pressed both hands to opposing thighs and straightened up as fast as she could to send the Temptress tumbling to the deck with an improvised Back Body Drop! Celia landed with a heavy thud but rolled to her hands and knees almost at once, the redhead so intent on breaking down her adversary that the pain was more like a shot of adrenaline. Lunging at the BFG as soon as she was upright, Blassenville lashed out with a Haymaker aimed at Bex’s-- Clayton ducked the right and laced her own right arm across Celia’s chest while neatly dipping partway beneath her foe’s right arm. Catching a handful of Blassenville’s waistband with her free (left) hand, the Army Brat hoisted her burden high into the air and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Celia down flat on her face and chest with a huge Flatliner!
LIFTING FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvtRZXu6FX0
The Temptress bounced hard and rolled to one side, Blassenville setting one hand on the mat so the other could check her nose for lasting damage. She was still in the middle of this diagnostic when Becky bowled her over and splashed down atop her chest for a spirited…
ONE…
TWO…
Celia kicked free an instant after ‘TWO!’ not quite enough to qualify as a near-fall, but enough to rally the spirits of Clayton’s supporters. As for Bex herself, she was still aching after the prolonged punishment, yet burying her hands in Blassenville’s coppery mane soothed her hurts better than ice or a hot pack ever could. “On your feet, brat.” the BFG ordered. “And try to stand at attention, dammit. The whole world is OOFFHH!”
Celia pounded a heavy right hand into the blonde’s belly and straightened up, pulling free of Clayton’s grip. “Mind your tone around your betters, RebeNNNGGHH!”
Becky shut down the sass with a Toe Kick that doubled Blassenville over on the spot. Catching a Front Facelock immediately thereafter, Clayton slapped the redhead’s back with her free hand and kicked her legs forward and out, all the better to SPIKE the Temptress on the crown of her skull via an emphatic DDT.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AM1djF-Rkaw
Celia tumbled through the collision like a lightweight, landing in a slumped seat that grew all the more unpleasant when Becky snaked an arm around her throat! With Blassenville’s chin wedged in the crook of her right elbow, the Camouflage Crusher cupped her left bicep in her right hand and pressed her left hand to the base of Celia’s skull to really bear down on the Sleeper. Not content to let the notoriously mouthy battler suffer in silence, Bex made a point to grrrrrrrrrrrrind the point of her chin into the top of Blassenville’s noggin while occasionally jerking the hold to and ‘fro like she was trying remove the lid from a particularly stubborn jar.
Quick to note the flush creeping into Celia’s usually pale features, Al hunched over beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Celia? Need me to call it?”
“I say your beloved’s taste in romantic partners reveals a deep-seeded need for therapy that could provide material for several graduate level thesNNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton abruptly transitioned from the Sleeper to a much simpler Chinlock, the blonde Destroyer cupping her rival’s jaw with her left land. In the same instant she drew back her right arm and swept it in like a scythe to THAWHAP Celia’s cheek with a brutal Crossface Punch. Shifting her right hand to the Chinlock immediately after the first shot landed, Bex repeated the tactic from the left side to ensure the Mistress of Puppets would have matching welts in the morning. Blassenville managed to raise a sturdy defense after the second cheek-bruising smash, so Clayton palmed the top of her head in one hand, went up on tiptoe and promptly came down the point of her right elbow leading the way.
The bony dagger jabbed into Celia’s skull and dropped her defenses, allowing the Army of One Hot Chick plenty of time to catch the seated redhead in a brawny Inverted Facelock. Yanking Blassenville’s right arm back across the post of her thigh to keep it out of the way, Clayton locked her hands against the nape of Celia’s neck and continued to yoke up on the Dragon Sleeper as she chided, “Better watch how you speak to the officials, doc. They’re just trying to ensure your safety.”
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQUTi9970NM
Celia snorted in spite of the painful hold. “Don’t waste your breath, Rebecca. We both know you don’t possess the sort of nerve needed to do more than superficial damAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Not smiling now, Becky leaaaaaaaaaaned back as far as her position would allow, the former World Champ earning an audible ‘TAP!’ chant for her suffering rival. “That feel superficial to you, Celia?” Clayton hissed. “Feels like I could put you on the shelf for a long time if I just decided to squeeze a little harderrrhhh…hair. HAIR, Al.”
Blassenville continued to twine her fingers in the blonde’s mane, clearly not worried about heeding Carpenter’s warning. “But that’s the rub, isn’t it, Rebecca? You very well COULD. But you WON’T.” Throughout the course of this observation the Mistress of Puppets clambered to one knee, pausing only a moment to trade her hair-holds for a much more legal S-clasp across the back of her opponent’s head.
“Considering the vulnerability of your current position, do you really think it’s wise to challenge my res--”
Blassenville halved her counter-grip and SLAPPED the side of her opponent’s head. It wasn’t a Macy Renquist match ender, but it earned an ‘oooooohhh’ from the crowd and made the blonde’s ears ring. “I spit on your resolve, Clayton.” the Temptress sneered. “It means less to me than your so-called serNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Features colder and harder than any of the assembled FAWNatics could ever remember them, Becky yanked Blassenville to boot-leather and immediately laid out flat on her stomach to THAWHAM Celia down on the back of her head and shoulders with a pitiless Inverted DDT.
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQUc6Dk1dao
Celia bounced and flopped onto one side in an awkward sprawl. It was the perfect time for Clayton to go for a cover (as several thousand in the crowd helpfully pointed out) but the thought didn’t so much as cross her mind. Instead she snatched a huge handful of Blassenville’s hair and did her damndest to remove it from opposing scalp before reeling her nemesis into another Inverted Facelock.
Al envisioned another Dragon Sleeper so he moved in to check, then backed away when Clayton waved him off. “Not yet, Al.” she told him. “The doc and I have some lingering hostilities to resolve.” That said, she got to her feet and forced Celia to do the same. Catching hold of Blassenville’s one-piece just above the left hip, Bex took a breath, then dipped her knees and lifted the woozy Destroyer high into the air, Blassenville’s boots pointing all the way to one o’clock so the Camouflage Crusher could rush forward and drop Blassenville across the top rope thighs-first. The low ‘twang’ was completely lost in the THU-WHAM and resultant roar as Clayton took her prey up ’n over and planted her on the deck with a huge Rebound Inverted Suplex.
REBOUND INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=btnj3EPa8aA
The force of it bounced Celia onto her back and the call for a cover was even louder than before. Yet Clayton made no effort, the former World Champion seemingly more interested in obliterating her longtime tormentor. Foregoing another hair-grip just to make sure Al didn’t interrupt her plan, Becky hauled the both of them to verticality, the blonde almost nose to nose with Blassenville the whole time. “Any more observations on my resolve, bytch? Anything to say about my service?”
“Wuuuuhhhh… well since you asked,” Celia grabbed hold of Clayton’s wrist in a winded attempt to break her foe’s grasp, “I believe our history shows they’re both as fleeting and flimsy as the virtue you so pointlessly espoNNNNGGGHH!”
The Army Brat drove a vicious Kneelift into the pit of Blassenville’s stomach. It wasn’t ‘quite’ a Low Blow, but it wasn’t far off, if Carpenter’s reproachful cluck was any indication. Bex didn’t give a damn, she just threaded an arm through the redhead’s weakened legs and scooped her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Any disappointment the crowd might’ve experienced over those ignored covers dissipated when the Camouflage Crusher took hold of Blassenville’s biceps and effortlessly muscled the obliterated Temptress overhead with a face-first Crucifix lift. Finally smiling as the crowd began to buzz, Becky spun through one full rotation, then stopped facing the hard cam. “Situation Normal!” she exclaimed.
“ALL F*CKED UP!” the crowd finished for her. On their signal Becky bent slightly and tossed Celia that much high-NO! The Mistress of Puppets braced her hands against Clayton’s shoulders and pushed off with everything she had left, which turned out to be more than enough to avoid the Three Quarter Facelock that would’ve spelled her doom.
Backpedaling as soon as her boots touched down, Celia hit the ropes and slipped / tumbled through the strands to claim a much safer patch of ground on the outside of the ring. “Keep her back, Carpenter.” she demanded of the official. “I said keep her BACK.”
Blassenville must’ve had supreme confidence in Al’s ability to control his charge because rather than stare a hole through Clayton the redhead turned her back and sagged against the apron. Becky raised her hands to shoulder level to keep the ref happy, but the disrespect of Celia’s exposed back stung her almost as much as the Temptress’ poisoned words. Indeed the very thought of them made the blonde see red and her patience ran out right about the time Al reached ‘TEN!’ on his count. Juking around the official on a beeline to the edge of the ring, Becky crowded the ropes, reached over with both hands and caught hold of her opponent’s hair. Blassenville hissed in displeasure, caught hold of Clayton’s forearms in both hands but it wasn’t enough of an anchor to prevent the BFG from hoisting her bodily from the floor to the aprNO! Celia’s heels had barely touched that narrow ledge when she hooked an arm around the back of Bex’s head and pulled it tight against her right shoulder. In the next instant she stepped out into the void for a short return trip to the floor that just so happened to TWANG Clayton’s throat right across that rubber-coated steel!
Becky’s head snapped back with whiplash speed and the rest soon followed, the former World Champion blasted off her feet to land flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Even that didn’t burn through all of the residual momentum as she tumbled through to come up on one knee. As for the Temptress, she slid under the bottom rope and popped to verticality with the quickness. Far too preoccupied with her burning windpipe to hear the worried roar of the fans, Becky struggled to her feet and--THWHACK! Celia charged, sprang off her back (left) foot and buried her right heel in Clayton’s sternum with a Bicycle Kick that hit more like a freight car.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdAo2sJKHiM
Clayton crashed to the deck in a gaping, glassy-eyed sprawl that practically screamed ‘pin me!’ and yet the Crimson Cagliostro followed her rival’s lead by ignoring the opportunity in favor of another handful of hair. “Impulsive imbecile.” Blassenville chuckled as she peeled Bex off the canvas to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. “Are you certain they actually gave you command over soldiers in the field? Actually, don’t tell me. I’d rather not know.”
Mystery thus maintained, the Mistress of Puppets leaned over, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and upended her with ease. The FAWNatics pleaded for Clayton to fight out of the predicament, alas it was not to be. Waiting just long enough to let her guinea pig think about it, Celia kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Becky’s skull against the canvas with a no-frills necessary Piledriver! The Camouflage Crusher slopped onto one side before rolling to her back and no Blassenville did go for the cover, catching both of Clayton’s legs in a snug loop that let her point opposing buns to the rafters for…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkS6ChB9rrA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky inched a shoulder off the mat, an act that earned her at least another three seconds in the match and a look of withering disdain from one Celia Blassenville. “Faithful to the end, is that it, soldier? Continue the mission no matter the cost to you or those around you?”
“Fuuuuhhhhhh… go f*ck yourself, doc.” the blonde huffed as she fought to her hands and knees. “You don’t know a goddamned thing about NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Celia stood in the midst of Clayton’s reply so she could ready the stomp that landed between her blonde’s shoulders. “That’s where you’re wrong, Clayton.” Blassenville countered. “I know EVERYTHING about you. That’s why you’re down there and I’m up here lecturing your sadly outmatched ass.”
Becky coughed up something that might’ve been more defiance, but Blassenville ignored it in favor of drawing the penitent blonde into another Standing Headscissors. Waistlock secured just as before, Celia dipped her knees only to pause when she realized the ref was standing directly between herself and the ropes that were straight ahead. “Would you mind removing yourself from the line of fire, Algernon?”
Carpenter didn’t much care for the implication of the redhead’s request, yet in the end he took a few big steps to the right, placing himself in the nearest corner. “Better?”
“Much. Thank you.” Blassenville bent her knees and muscled Clayton onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. With the FAWNatics buzzing understandable concern, the Temptress stomped toward the ropes only to pivot toward Al and hurl the hapless blonde straight at him! Caught as flat-footed as the rest of the crowd, Carpenter could only brace for impact in the half a heartbeat before he was crushed between the buckles and Clayton’s involuntary cannonball! As for Becky she actually managed to stay on her feet following the zebra-padded Buckle Bo--“AARRHHH!”
Blassenville stepped in and spiked a spiteful Toe Kick into her opponent’s crotch!
Becky sobbed and pitched forward, she would’ve collapsed to her knees if the redhead hadn’t snugged into place on her left side. “I know you’re disappointed,” Celia murmured as she reached through the blonde’s stems, grabbed hold of her left wrist and pulled it back the way she’d came, “but even you can’t deny this is all for the best.” She hunched over Clayton’s torso, slipped her left arm beneath Becky’s right bicep and cranked her arm backward to complete the Pumphandle. “After all, it’s better you endure a bearable pain now, rather than fail your way into a World Title Match and come up short YET AGAIN.”
The BFG spat a curse through clenched teeth, the inefficacy of it all earning a faint smile from the Mistress of Puppets before she flipped her victim up into position for what looked like a Tombstone, but instead of dropping to her knees Celia sat out on her tush to spike Bex’s skull against the deck with a sickening THWHUNK! Demolished by her opponent’s vile Head Game, Clayton pooled out in an insensate starfish that didn’t so much as move when Blassenville put her hands on chest and belly.
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWR4pBjrsC8
The ref was still down and the fans couldn’t stop jeering, not that this stopped the Mistress of Puppets from making her own count. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And with that settled…”
Celia pushed off the blonde, made her way to the ropes and slipped through en route to the Timekeeper’s table. There she brushed aside some nervous looking tech and claimed his chair, Blassenville snapping it shut with an ominous ‘clank’. Thus armed, she slid under the bottom rope, regained her footing and dropped the chair almost directly beside her opponent’s head. “There’s no real medical or psychological justification for what comes next.” Celia admitted once she’d hauled Becky into a third Standing Headscissors. “If anyone asks I’ll tell them the truth… I wanted to know what your skull sounded like when dropped on a chair from a respectable height.”
Explanation thus provided, the Temptress caught her Waistlock and turned the blonde ass over teakettle. The crowd roared in distressed surprise, a reaction Blassenville dismissed as spineless quivering in the face of oncoming--“NNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
A boot connected with the base of Celia’s head, her teeth ‘clacking’ with the unexpected impact! Shoving Becky aside with barely a thought, Blassenville whipped around and--THWHACK!
The second Super Kick caught her flush on the chin, Celia’s arms windmilling drunkenly while she regained her balance. Steadied out a moment later, Blassenville finally registered the crowd noise as a single repeated word, one that made sense considering who stood before her. ‘SUE! SUE! SUE!’
“Burlingame.” Celia growled. “That wasn’t very sporting, now was it?”
SUE BURLINGAME:
Sue Burlingame, positioned directly in front of the infuriated Destroyer, raised one hand to beckon Celia forward. “You want sporting, doc? Come and get it.”
The Temptress did just that, Blassenville throwing another jaw-jacking Bicycle Kick straight at Sue’s smirking fa-- The Ace pivoted clear and jabbed her free hand up into Celia’s flank. This *should* have produced a PWAK or possibly a THWHUMP, instead the crowd heard a snappy ‘KRACK!’ a sound not unlike that of ice snapping on a country pond in the middle of winter.
But that was only prologue, the real surprise came from Blassenville, who went stiff as a statue before crumpling to the canvas at Sue’s feet like, well, like she’d been-- an absolutely thunderous roar from the FAWNatics when Burlingame raised her hand to reveal the nasty little gadget Lisa Dream had used to end her last World Title reign back at All Hallows Evil.
Turning her attention to the redhead once the noise died down, Sue sank to her haunches and said, “Payback’s a bytch, isn’t it doc? Correction. Payback’s an ACE. And this is Ace is gonna whoop your--”
“The hell are you doing here, Sue?”
Burlingame glanced up, nodded to a recently recovered Becky Clayton. “Hey, Bex. Sorry to crash your party. Was gonna do this after the bell, but then I saw this piece of crap--”
“Did Emily put you up to this?” the Camouflage Crusher interrupted. “Does she have you and Lenore keeping an eye on me?”
Burlingame frowned, stood up and shook her head ‘no’. “What? No. Of course not. In case you forgot, this asshole,” she drove a quick kick into Celia’s ribs, “helped taze me out of the World Title.”
“And you want it back.” Clayton looked to Al, who was starting to come around, but was still down on all fours. “I invoked the rule, Sue. Em said everyone would respe--”
“And I AM.” now it was Burlingame’s turn to interrupt. “But Blassenville is MINE and if you don’t understand that, we’re going to have--” Al let out a groan and rose to one knee, forcing Sue to dip through the ropes and hop over the barricade without finishing her thought.
Alone save for the recovering referee and her mysteriously subdued rival, Becky Clayton looked remarkably unhappy despite the raucous roar from the crowd when she peeled Celia off the mat with a double handful of hair. The blonde didn’t much care for the slack, somehow jellied feel of her foe’s frame either, not that it stopped her from scooping the Temptress onto her right shoulder. As before Clayton took hold of Blassenville’s biceps to hoist her into the face-first Crucifix, but unlike before there was no slipping out for the redhead when Becky dipped her knees and tossed the other Destroyer straight up. No, Celia didn’t do much of anything other than land very hard and very flat after Clayton collected her noggin mid-descent and laid out on her back to complete the SNAFU. Blassenville bounced over on impact and offered no response when Bex hooked the far leg and folded her in half with a brawny Back Press punctuated by Al Carpenter’s weary count of…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The BFG sat up and pumped a fist, her expression much more in line what that of someone hearing the Announcer proclaim, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
On her feet immediately thereafter, she allowed Al to raise one hand while sending the fans to the Gun Show with a lingering bicep flex. “Nice turnaround, Bex.” Carpenter said as the noise returned to conversable levels. “How’d you pull it off? I don’t remember much after getting smashed in the corner.
“You know Celia.” the blonde replied, “Can’t resist a chance to run her mouth. She ran it a bit too long and I made her sorry.”
“About time someone did. Glad it was you.”
“Yeah… me too.”
Becky took a long at the crowd as she started her victory lap but couldn’t find Sue anywhere. That was fine. She knew where the Rainmaker would be. And they were going to have a serious discussion sooner rather than later.
Already on their feet, the FAWNatics got even louder when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the BFG striding through the curtains to claim her spot center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s encounter with arguably her most dangerous nemesis, the hardbody blonde wore a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Expression growing serious as she started toward the ring, Clayton muttered, “Don’t know why you chose tonight to come at me again, doc. But whatever the reason, you’re going to regret it before the night’s over.” Eager to reclassify this prophecy as established truth, the Peacemaker made her way back and forth across the aisle several times to make sure didn’t miss any of her Howling Commandos. Once the reserves were properly bolstered, Bex bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher backpedaled to the far corner without taking her eyes off the curtain at the top of the stage.
Still quite galvanized in the wake of Becky’s arrival, a noticeable pall fell over the sold out crowd when A Perfect Circle’s ‘Passive’ escaped through the speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
Powerless to stop the shiver that ran up his spine, the Announcer sucked in a deep breath before resuming his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Noting the worry of the crowd as nothing more than unimportant background noise, the Clinical Killer scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon one of her all time favorite experiments. “Why, it seems you’re making wonderful progress, Rebecca.” she said to no one in particular. “It is my sincere hope they don’t all collapse in the face of adversity.” Intrigued by the possibility of either answer, the Destroyer-class redhead started down the ramp.
For her first encounter with the Camouflage Crusher in far too long, Blassenville sported a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. Disappointed (albeit hardly surprised) to discover that no one in her immediate vicinity had resolved to take up either bathing or proper grammar, Celia actually paused for a moment when she saw a placard demanding to know:
WHERE’S SIERRA MIST?
“I’m sure I have no idea.” the redhead said with a maddeningly enigmatic smile. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell the likes of you.”
The sign came down fast after that response, so the Mistress of Puppets resumed her progress to the great vivisection lab everyone else called the squared circle.
Closing her eyes to better savor the expectant silence that only happened before the start of a particularly intense experiment, Celia made her way up the steps, wiped her boots on the apron and dipped through the ropes. Quick to claim the center as her own, she turned in a circle that ended with her staring down the former Army of One Hot Chick. Blassenville didn’t actually see Clayton move, but she was certain her former lab rat was twitching all over. Which meant everything was as it should be. She was about to offer Rebecca an initial observation when that lummox Algernon Carpenter stepped between them, thoroughly ruining the moment.
“Go to your corner, ok Celia? I need to check your pads and boots before I can ring the bell.”
“Rest assured Mr. Carpenter, we’ve already begun.” Blassenville replied as she headed for the corner opposite Clayton. “That happy little bell is nothing more than ceremony at this point.”
The FAWN Arena was remarkably quiet when the bell sounded, though this shouldn’t be taken as a sign of disinterest from those assembled. Rather the silence was that of collected bated breath, the Spring Breakers just waiting to let out a thunderous roar when the pair of longtime rivals locked up for the first time in what seemed like years. Becky noted the atmosphere but paid it practically no attention. Prior experience had taught her (often quite painfully) that it was a grave mistake to consider anything other than Celia Blassenville when they shared the squared circle. As for the Temptress, she offered Clayton the same level of scrutiny, albeit that of a type more akin to a researcher taking in the effects of a long term pharmacology project on a particularly noteworthy patient.
Starting forward after this brief period of reflection, blonde and redhead strode to the center of the ring and began to circle. “It’s been a long time, Rebecca.” Celia noted when Bex offered no greeting. “I would say it’s a pleasure, but it doesn’t seem right to start our reunion with a lie.”
“Not long enough, Celia.” Clayton answered. “Dare I ask what got you into the ring and away from the little white mice for the night?”
Blassenville reared back on her heels like she was going to shoot in for a clinch only to settle down when Becky braced to meet her. “Bethany tells me you’ve made some notable headway since breaking away from the Black Court. She says she thinks you might be worthy of--”
No feint from the Army Brat, she lunged in for a lock-up of her own but got nothing but air as the powerful redhead dipped low and spun under her questing grasp. Actually that wasn’t entirely true, Clayton got the distinctively unpleasant feel of Blassenville’s hand swatting her rump as she made her nimble evasion. “Might be worthy of what?” Becky kept her tone level, but she could tell by the smug expression on Blassenville’s face that the Crimson Cagliostro next exactly what was going through her head.
“Why, a World Title shot, of course.” Celia replied. “You might even consider this an unofficial number one contender’s match.”
“You? What’ve you done to deserve a title shot except create the bytch that’s been terrorizing FAWN for almost a year? Besides, didn’t your little Frankenstein already kick your assNNNNGGGHHH!”
Blassenville sent the blonde stumbling with an open palm that resided somewhere between Bytch Slap and Uppercut. Celia could’ve pursued but decided against it, allowing the swiftness of her rebuke to speak for itself. “Mind your tongue around your betters, soldNNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky clouted her with a Haymaker that would’ve put most wrestlers on the canvas with stars in their eyes. The Temptress however only stumbled a few steps to the left before her legs steadied out and she caught her balance. “You’re not better than me.” Clayton explained the moment she caught the redhead’s gaze. “Never have been, never will be. No matter what sort of games you play.”
Blassenville worked her jaw before replying. “The tremor in your voice says otherwise, Rebecca. I’m offended that you’d still lie to me after all this time.”
Clayton shook her head, then raised one hand high overhead to a massive roar from the crowd. “The tremor in your biceps says you’re still a liar, doc. But step up and test my theory, if you think I’m full of shyt.”
Celia snorted in quiet derision. “Same old Clayton. Forever in search of the easiest solution. Very well then. Who am I to keep you from debasing yourself?”
Becky said nothing, so Blassenville closed in, lifted a hand and pressed it to the blonde’s. Their fingers locked, so Clayton “NNNGGGGHHHH!” Celia smashed her forehead into the bridge of Becky’s nose, bringing immediate tears and the dissolution of the partial Test. Not that Blassenville used the cheap-shot for separation, nothing could be further from the truth. Indeed she snuggled in close, looped her arms around Becky’s strong waist and earned her own roar from the FAWNatics when she lifted the blonde off her feet with a crushing Bear Hug!
“AAAAAHHHHHHH!” Clayton couldn’t contain a loud groan as she palmed her hands against Blassenville’s shoulders in an attempt to alleviate any of the pressure.
“The expression on your face is always so satisfied when you’re applying this hold.” Celia explained as she bounced and jostled the BFG in a way that few, if any other FAWN talents, could manage. “It’s why I’ve always taken such pleasure in subjecting you to the same ERRGGGHH!” Bracing her shins against the redhead’s hips for a little more leverage, Clayton raised her right arm high and brought the point of that elbow down on the crown of her attacker’s skull! Celia growled, planted her feet and shook Becky like she was an ultra-lightweight and not a fellow Destroyer. “Brute force, Rebecca? Is that all you have to offer? No wonder Christian doesn’t think you deserve a shot at the golNNNNNHHHHHH!”
Bex stretched her arms wide only to bring her hands together in a snappy CLAP that also smashed her forearms into the redhead’s ears! The Bell Ringer forced Celia to return her to the canvas, though another hard squeeze put the Camouflage Crusher up on tiptoe immediately thereafter. “No finesse whatsoever.” Blassenville murmured in her rival’s ear. “A blunt instrument and nothing more. No wonder West didn’t bat an eye when she granted your discharge. She was cutting away dead wooDEERRRHHH!”
Becky slammed a fist into her attacker’s kidney, though the position of Celia’s arms meant it didn’t pack the usual, well, punch. “Are you gonna shut your goddamned mouth or am I gonna have to knock you the hell out to get some peace and quiet?” Clayton huffed as she drove a few more punches into the redhead’s flanks.
“You want silence, dog-face?” Celia taunted. “Counter my Hug with one of your own, if you think you’re strong enough.”
Becky knew she should find her own way out, that ceding to any of Blassenville’s demands was merely giving the Temptress what she wanted, but the blonde powerhouse simply couldn’t resist the chance to beat Celia Blassenville at her own game. To that end she brought her hands up, joined them in a single fist and set her elbows against the dense meat of the redhead’s biceps. What followed was more than twenty seconds of tense silence as Clayton fought to worm her arms beneath the coil of Celia’s Bear Hug. The going was slow and got downright harrowing when she had to relinquish her own grip to continue on, but Bex kept at it until finally--THERE! She snaked her arms around Blassenville’s midriff and hauled her off the canvas with a Bear Hug of her own!
“Anything to say now, huh doc?” Clayton demanded as Celia groaned from the pressure. “Frankly I don’t care if you say much of anything other than I quitTAAARRRRHHHH BYTCH!”
Of no particular mind to play fair against her old nemesis, the Mistress of Puppets caught Clayton’s ears in a three fingered pincer and twissssssssssssted until the Army Brat was forced to abandon her hold!
Becky stuffed a shoulder into Blassenville’s sternum to create a bit of distance when she turned away, unfortunately it wasn’t enough to prevent the redhead from catching hold of her waistband and reeling her backward into a Forearm Smash that THWHAPPED against the base of her skull! Clayton grunted, doubled over and cursed aloud when Celia caught her in a snug Chinlock. Quickly twisting around so they were back to back (with the back of Becky’s neck drawn over her right shoulder) Blassenville kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to PLANT Clayton on the back of her head and shoulders with a Falling Neckbreaker.
FALLING NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aSr6nolMZw
Bex bounced to a seat and swaddled her head in both hands, a position she occupied for all of a couple heartbeats before Blassenville grabbed hold of her noggin and drove her down flat, just BWUNKING the blonde’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. On her feet just as soon as she’d swatted Clayton’s fluttering hands away from her head, Celia planted herself on Becky’s left side, then shot up in a vertical leap and kicked both legs out straight to drive the meatiest part of her left thigh down across her opponent’s throat! Bex jolted, shoved her way out from under the redhead’s limb, then cursed aloud when Blassenville bundled both legs in a Back Press that pointed the former World Champion’s butt toward the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
The BFG kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and tumbled onto her stomach to defend against a follow-up cover. In this effort she succeeded, unfortunately giving up her back proved a painful tradeoff because Celia immediately planted one hand between her shoulders and another atop her glutes so she could drive the point of her right knee into the small of Clayton’s back! “That was a strategic error, soldier.” Blassenville looked rather amused as she continued to soften her rival’s lower back with those methodically bludgeoning knees. “I fear it will cost you dearly in the long run.”
“Keep the analysis to yourself, sweetie.” Becky’s tone was tight as she planted her elbows for a bit of additional leverage. “I beat your ass before, I know I canNNNRRRRHHHHH!”
CHINLOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuJSyZk-21A
The Temptress slipped both hands beneath Clayton’s chin, laced her fingers together and CRANKED back on a Chinlock made all the more painful thanks to her encroaching knee. “You know you can WHAT, Rebecca? Beat my ass, as you so colorfully put it?” Blassenville chided as she jostled her opponent’s head up and down for several painful seconds. “Then go ahead and do it, soldier! Surely you’re not SO confident in your skills that you’d allow me such a decisive early--”
Becky planted her hands against the mat and pushed to all fours in a single pneumatic motion, her effort made all the more impressive because it dislodged her attacker’s grinding knee. “Puhhhh….putting you on your back is never easy, Blassenville.” Clayton admitted as she fought to make it to her knees. “But that’s what makes it so satisfOOOWWWWW BYTCH!”
Able to rise far faster than her rival, the redheaded Destroyer rose up behind Becky, halved the Chinlock and raised that free elbow up beside her ear so she could THUNK the bony joint into the bridge of Bex’s nose! The Army Brat collapsed back to all fours (or rather three outta four, as one hand was cupped against her stinging nose) and then all the way back to square one because Celia straddled her hips and dropped into a deep squat that THWHUMPED every bit of her near hundred and fifty pounds into the small of Clayton’s back.
Smiling appreciatively at the jeers of the FAWNatics, Blassenville shifted her weight enough to roll Becky onto her back after hooking a Half Nelson. Seated astride the blonde’s tummy now, Celia slithered forward and sat down on her prey’s neck, the Crimson Cagliostro framing Becky’s pained features between her thighs and the fork of her crotch. It was an unquestionably arrogant cover that grew even more so when Blassenville ignored Clayton’s flailing hands in favor of putting her hands on her hips for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Celia had ignored her hands so Bex stuffed ‘em against opposing backside and shoved in time with a quick bridge to break the pin with about half a second to spare. Set on one knee after Clayton’s escape, Blassenville said nothing to Carpenter of the near fall, though she did favor him with an expression that suggested his performance had been noted for proper evaluation at some later date.
Filling one hand with a massive hank of the blonde’s hair, Celia got to her feet and forced Becky to do the same. “Is this still part of your Byzantine strategy to defeat me, Rebecca?” the Temptress asked in the midst of turning the hardbody to face the ropes. “Or did the plan collapse in my Bear Hug and this is the beginning of another spectacular failNNNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton jabbed a Back Elbow over her right shoulder, catching Blassenville flush on the chin. Nodding at the sound of Celia backpedaling, Bex grunted, “It’s the beginning of making you RRRGGHHH FAHK!”
More angered than hurt by the blonde’s elbow, Blassenville stormed into the breach and raaaaaaaaaaaaked her nails down Clayton’s strong back! Becky cringed, stumbled forward and went chest-first into the ropes because the Temptress put both hands against her shoulders and shoved hard! Already off balance, Becky tried and failed to hook an arm over the rubber-coated steel before it bounced her back toward--THWHAP! Blassenville pounded a Forearm Smash into the small of the Camouflage Crusher’s aching back! Clayton froze mid-stride, meaning she was effectively defenseless when Celia slipped her head under the blonde’s left arm and wrapped those strong arms around the Army Brat’s midsection. Grimacing at the thought of another Bear Hug, Bex went to catch Blassenville’s noggin in a Headlock and instead let out a surprised shriek because the Mistress of Puppets took her up over and down, Celia just DRIVING her blonde down on the back of her head and shoulders with an ugly Backdrop Suplex. The ring-shivering throw left Clayton curled up on one side, where she stayed until Blassenville pushed her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3aKG5P7q1k
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The robo-babe shot a hand into the air, letting her Howling Commandos know she was still in this fight. Celia was less than impressed, the Temptress showing obvious disdain as she scraped Becky off the mat and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Your willingness to give these people hope only to snatch it away borders on sadistic, Rebecca.” Blassenville noted as she collected the blonde’s arms in a brawny Double Underhook. “Indeed I’d say it’s far more cruel than any of the experiments I’ve run during my time in FAWN. Yet I’m seen as the villain in this conflict. Curious…”
In no need of a response from her little white mouse, the Crimson Cagliostro bent her knees and boosted--NO! Clayton dropped to one knee, stuffing the Suplex attempt for the time being. Celia only rolled her eyes, reset her feet and muscled Bex to boot-leather for-- Clayton took a knee again, so Celia halved the Underhook and smashed an Overhand Forearm across her shoulders. “Enough of this nonsense, Rebecca. I won’t allow you to string these idiots along any furHEEEYWHOOAAANNNGGHH!”
Becky wrenched her other arm free of the redhead’s clutches, pressed both hands to opposing thighs and straightened up as fast as she could to send the Temptress tumbling to the deck with an improvised Back Body Drop! Celia landed with a heavy thud but rolled to her hands and knees almost at once, the redhead so intent on breaking down her adversary that the pain was more like a shot of adrenaline. Lunging at the BFG as soon as she was upright, Blassenville lashed out with a Haymaker aimed at Bex’s-- Clayton ducked the right and laced her own right arm across Celia’s chest while neatly dipping partway beneath her foe’s right arm. Catching a handful of Blassenville’s waistband with her free (left) hand, the Army Brat hoisted her burden high into the air and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Celia down flat on her face and chest with a huge Flatliner!
LIFTING FLATLINER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvtRZXu6FX0
The Temptress bounced hard and rolled to one side, Blassenville setting one hand on the mat so the other could check her nose for lasting damage. She was still in the middle of this diagnostic when Becky bowled her over and splashed down atop her chest for a spirited…
ONE…
TWO…
Celia kicked free an instant after ‘TWO!’ not quite enough to qualify as a near-fall, but enough to rally the spirits of Clayton’s supporters. As for Bex herself, she was still aching after the prolonged punishment, yet burying her hands in Blassenville’s coppery mane soothed her hurts better than ice or a hot pack ever could. “On your feet, brat.” the BFG ordered. “And try to stand at attention, dammit. The whole world is OOFFHH!”
Celia pounded a heavy right hand into the blonde’s belly and straightened up, pulling free of Clayton’s grip. “Mind your tone around your betters, RebeNNNGGHH!”
Becky shut down the sass with a Toe Kick that doubled Blassenville over on the spot. Catching a Front Facelock immediately thereafter, Clayton slapped the redhead’s back with her free hand and kicked her legs forward and out, all the better to SPIKE the Temptress on the crown of her skull via an emphatic DDT.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AM1djF-Rkaw
Celia tumbled through the collision like a lightweight, landing in a slumped seat that grew all the more unpleasant when Becky snaked an arm around her throat! With Blassenville’s chin wedged in the crook of her right elbow, the Camouflage Crusher cupped her left bicep in her right hand and pressed her left hand to the base of Celia’s skull to really bear down on the Sleeper. Not content to let the notoriously mouthy battler suffer in silence, Bex made a point to grrrrrrrrrrrrind the point of her chin into the top of Blassenville’s noggin while occasionally jerking the hold to and ‘fro like she was trying remove the lid from a particularly stubborn jar.
Quick to note the flush creeping into Celia’s usually pale features, Al hunched over beside the action and asked, “What do you say, Celia? Need me to call it?”
“I say your beloved’s taste in romantic partners reveals a deep-seeded need for therapy that could provide material for several graduate level thesNNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton abruptly transitioned from the Sleeper to a much simpler Chinlock, the blonde Destroyer cupping her rival’s jaw with her left land. In the same instant she drew back her right arm and swept it in like a scythe to THAWHAP Celia’s cheek with a brutal Crossface Punch. Shifting her right hand to the Chinlock immediately after the first shot landed, Bex repeated the tactic from the left side to ensure the Mistress of Puppets would have matching welts in the morning. Blassenville managed to raise a sturdy defense after the second cheek-bruising smash, so Clayton palmed the top of her head in one hand, went up on tiptoe and promptly came down the point of her right elbow leading the way.
The bony dagger jabbed into Celia’s skull and dropped her defenses, allowing the Army of One Hot Chick plenty of time to catch the seated redhead in a brawny Inverted Facelock. Yanking Blassenville’s right arm back across the post of her thigh to keep it out of the way, Clayton locked her hands against the nape of Celia’s neck and continued to yoke up on the Dragon Sleeper as she chided, “Better watch how you speak to the officials, doc. They’re just trying to ensure your safety.”
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQUTi9970NM
Celia snorted in spite of the painful hold. “Don’t waste your breath, Rebecca. We both know you don’t possess the sort of nerve needed to do more than superficial damAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Not smiling now, Becky leaaaaaaaaaaned back as far as her position would allow, the former World Champ earning an audible ‘TAP!’ chant for her suffering rival. “That feel superficial to you, Celia?” Clayton hissed. “Feels like I could put you on the shelf for a long time if I just decided to squeeze a little harderrrhhh…hair. HAIR, Al.”
Blassenville continued to twine her fingers in the blonde’s mane, clearly not worried about heeding Carpenter’s warning. “But that’s the rub, isn’t it, Rebecca? You very well COULD. But you WON’T.” Throughout the course of this observation the Mistress of Puppets clambered to one knee, pausing only a moment to trade her hair-holds for a much more legal S-clasp across the back of her opponent’s head.
“Considering the vulnerability of your current position, do you really think it’s wise to challenge my res--”
Blassenville halved her counter-grip and SLAPPED the side of her opponent’s head. It wasn’t a Macy Renquist match ender, but it earned an ‘oooooohhh’ from the crowd and made the blonde’s ears ring. “I spit on your resolve, Clayton.” the Temptress sneered. “It means less to me than your so-called serNNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Features colder and harder than any of the assembled FAWNatics could ever remember them, Becky yanked Blassenville to boot-leather and immediately laid out flat on her stomach to THAWHAM Celia down on the back of her head and shoulders with a pitiless Inverted DDT.
INVERTED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQUc6Dk1dao
Celia bounced and flopped onto one side in an awkward sprawl. It was the perfect time for Clayton to go for a cover (as several thousand in the crowd helpfully pointed out) but the thought didn’t so much as cross her mind. Instead she snatched a huge handful of Blassenville’s hair and did her damndest to remove it from opposing scalp before reeling her nemesis into another Inverted Facelock.
Al envisioned another Dragon Sleeper so he moved in to check, then backed away when Clayton waved him off. “Not yet, Al.” she told him. “The doc and I have some lingering hostilities to resolve.” That said, she got to her feet and forced Celia to do the same. Catching hold of Blassenville’s one-piece just above the left hip, Bex took a breath, then dipped her knees and lifted the woozy Destroyer high into the air, Blassenville’s boots pointing all the way to one o’clock so the Camouflage Crusher could rush forward and drop Blassenville across the top rope thighs-first. The low ‘twang’ was completely lost in the THU-WHAM and resultant roar as Clayton took her prey up ’n over and planted her on the deck with a huge Rebound Inverted Suplex.
REBOUND INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=btnj3EPa8aA
The force of it bounced Celia onto her back and the call for a cover was even louder than before. Yet Clayton made no effort, the former World Champion seemingly more interested in obliterating her longtime tormentor. Foregoing another hair-grip just to make sure Al didn’t interrupt her plan, Becky hauled the both of them to verticality, the blonde almost nose to nose with Blassenville the whole time. “Any more observations on my resolve, bytch? Anything to say about my service?”
“Wuuuuhhhh… well since you asked,” Celia grabbed hold of Clayton’s wrist in a winded attempt to break her foe’s grasp, “I believe our history shows they’re both as fleeting and flimsy as the virtue you so pointlessly espoNNNNGGGHH!”
The Army Brat drove a vicious Kneelift into the pit of Blassenville’s stomach. It wasn’t ‘quite’ a Low Blow, but it wasn’t far off, if Carpenter’s reproachful cluck was any indication. Bex didn’t give a damn, she just threaded an arm through the redhead’s weakened legs and scooped her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Any disappointment the crowd might’ve experienced over those ignored covers dissipated when the Camouflage Crusher took hold of Blassenville’s biceps and effortlessly muscled the obliterated Temptress overhead with a face-first Crucifix lift. Finally smiling as the crowd began to buzz, Becky spun through one full rotation, then stopped facing the hard cam. “Situation Normal!” she exclaimed.
“ALL F*CKED UP!” the crowd finished for her. On their signal Becky bent slightly and tossed Celia that much high-NO! The Mistress of Puppets braced her hands against Clayton’s shoulders and pushed off with everything she had left, which turned out to be more than enough to avoid the Three Quarter Facelock that would’ve spelled her doom.
Backpedaling as soon as her boots touched down, Celia hit the ropes and slipped / tumbled through the strands to claim a much safer patch of ground on the outside of the ring. “Keep her back, Carpenter.” she demanded of the official. “I said keep her BACK.”
Blassenville must’ve had supreme confidence in Al’s ability to control his charge because rather than stare a hole through Clayton the redhead turned her back and sagged against the apron. Becky raised her hands to shoulder level to keep the ref happy, but the disrespect of Celia’s exposed back stung her almost as much as the Temptress’ poisoned words. Indeed the very thought of them made the blonde see red and her patience ran out right about the time Al reached ‘TEN!’ on his count. Juking around the official on a beeline to the edge of the ring, Becky crowded the ropes, reached over with both hands and caught hold of her opponent’s hair. Blassenville hissed in displeasure, caught hold of Clayton’s forearms in both hands but it wasn’t enough of an anchor to prevent the BFG from hoisting her bodily from the floor to the aprNO! Celia’s heels had barely touched that narrow ledge when she hooked an arm around the back of Bex’s head and pulled it tight against her right shoulder. In the next instant she stepped out into the void for a short return trip to the floor that just so happened to TWANG Clayton’s throat right across that rubber-coated steel!
Becky’s head snapped back with whiplash speed and the rest soon followed, the former World Champion blasted off her feet to land flat on the back of her head and shoulders. Even that didn’t burn through all of the residual momentum as she tumbled through to come up on one knee. As for the Temptress, she slid under the bottom rope and popped to verticality with the quickness. Far too preoccupied with her burning windpipe to hear the worried roar of the fans, Becky struggled to her feet and--THWHACK! Celia charged, sprang off her back (left) foot and buried her right heel in Clayton’s sternum with a Bicycle Kick that hit more like a freight car.
BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdAo2sJKHiM
Clayton crashed to the deck in a gaping, glassy-eyed sprawl that practically screamed ‘pin me!’ and yet the Crimson Cagliostro followed her rival’s lead by ignoring the opportunity in favor of another handful of hair. “Impulsive imbecile.” Blassenville chuckled as she peeled Bex off the canvas to welcome her into a Standing Headscissors. “Are you certain they actually gave you command over soldiers in the field? Actually, don’t tell me. I’d rather not know.”
Mystery thus maintained, the Mistress of Puppets leaned over, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s waist and upended her with ease. The FAWNatics pleaded for Clayton to fight out of the predicament, alas it was not to be. Waiting just long enough to let her guinea pig think about it, Celia kicked her legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Becky’s skull against the canvas with a no-frills necessary Piledriver! The Camouflage Crusher slopped onto one side before rolling to her back and no Blassenville did go for the cover, catching both of Clayton’s legs in a snug loop that let her point opposing buns to the rafters for…
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkS6ChB9rrA
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky inched a shoulder off the mat, an act that earned her at least another three seconds in the match and a look of withering disdain from one Celia Blassenville. “Faithful to the end, is that it, soldier? Continue the mission no matter the cost to you or those around you?”
“Fuuuuhhhhhh… go f*ck yourself, doc.” the blonde huffed as she fought to her hands and knees. “You don’t know a goddamned thing about NNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Celia stood in the midst of Clayton’s reply so she could ready the stomp that landed between her blonde’s shoulders. “That’s where you’re wrong, Clayton.” Blassenville countered. “I know EVERYTHING about you. That’s why you’re down there and I’m up here lecturing your sadly outmatched ass.”
Becky coughed up something that might’ve been more defiance, but Blassenville ignored it in favor of drawing the penitent blonde into another Standing Headscissors. Waistlock secured just as before, Celia dipped her knees only to pause when she realized the ref was standing directly between herself and the ropes that were straight ahead. “Would you mind removing yourself from the line of fire, Algernon?”
Carpenter didn’t much care for the implication of the redhead’s request, yet in the end he took a few big steps to the right, placing himself in the nearest corner. “Better?”
“Much. Thank you.” Blassenville bent her knees and muscled Clayton onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. With the FAWNatics buzzing understandable concern, the Temptress stomped toward the ropes only to pivot toward Al and hurl the hapless blonde straight at him! Caught as flat-footed as the rest of the crowd, Carpenter could only brace for impact in the half a heartbeat before he was crushed between the buckles and Clayton’s involuntary cannonball! As for Becky she actually managed to stay on her feet following the zebra-padded Buckle Bo--“AARRHHH!”
Blassenville stepped in and spiked a spiteful Toe Kick into her opponent’s crotch!
Becky sobbed and pitched forward, she would’ve collapsed to her knees if the redhead hadn’t snugged into place on her left side. “I know you’re disappointed,” Celia murmured as she reached through the blonde’s stems, grabbed hold of her left wrist and pulled it back the way she’d came, “but even you can’t deny this is all for the best.” She hunched over Clayton’s torso, slipped her left arm beneath Becky’s right bicep and cranked her arm backward to complete the Pumphandle. “After all, it’s better you endure a bearable pain now, rather than fail your way into a World Title Match and come up short YET AGAIN.”
The BFG spat a curse through clenched teeth, the inefficacy of it all earning a faint smile from the Mistress of Puppets before she flipped her victim up into position for what looked like a Tombstone, but instead of dropping to her knees Celia sat out on her tush to spike Bex’s skull against the deck with a sickening THWHUNK! Demolished by her opponent’s vile Head Game, Clayton pooled out in an insensate starfish that didn’t so much as move when Blassenville put her hands on chest and belly.
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWR4pBjrsC8
The ref was still down and the fans couldn’t stop jeering, not that this stopped the Mistress of Puppets from making her own count. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And with that settled…”
Celia pushed off the blonde, made her way to the ropes and slipped through en route to the Timekeeper’s table. There she brushed aside some nervous looking tech and claimed his chair, Blassenville snapping it shut with an ominous ‘clank’. Thus armed, she slid under the bottom rope, regained her footing and dropped the chair almost directly beside her opponent’s head. “There’s no real medical or psychological justification for what comes next.” Celia admitted once she’d hauled Becky into a third Standing Headscissors. “If anyone asks I’ll tell them the truth… I wanted to know what your skull sounded like when dropped on a chair from a respectable height.”
Explanation thus provided, the Temptress caught her Waistlock and turned the blonde ass over teakettle. The crowd roared in distressed surprise, a reaction Blassenville dismissed as spineless quivering in the face of oncoming--“NNNNNNGGGGGHHH!”
A boot connected with the base of Celia’s head, her teeth ‘clacking’ with the unexpected impact! Shoving Becky aside with barely a thought, Blassenville whipped around and--THWHACK!
The second Super Kick caught her flush on the chin, Celia’s arms windmilling drunkenly while she regained her balance. Steadied out a moment later, Blassenville finally registered the crowd noise as a single repeated word, one that made sense considering who stood before her. ‘SUE! SUE! SUE!’
“Burlingame.” Celia growled. “That wasn’t very sporting, now was it?”
SUE BURLINGAME:
Sue Burlingame, positioned directly in front of the infuriated Destroyer, raised one hand to beckon Celia forward. “You want sporting, doc? Come and get it.”
The Temptress did just that, Blassenville throwing another jaw-jacking Bicycle Kick straight at Sue’s smirking fa-- The Ace pivoted clear and jabbed her free hand up into Celia’s flank. This *should* have produced a PWAK or possibly a THWHUMP, instead the crowd heard a snappy ‘KRACK!’ a sound not unlike that of ice snapping on a country pond in the middle of winter.
But that was only prologue, the real surprise came from Blassenville, who went stiff as a statue before crumpling to the canvas at Sue’s feet like, well, like she’d been-- an absolutely thunderous roar from the FAWNatics when Burlingame raised her hand to reveal the nasty little gadget Lisa Dream had used to end her last World Title reign back at All Hallows Evil.
Turning her attention to the redhead once the noise died down, Sue sank to her haunches and said, “Payback’s a bytch, isn’t it doc? Correction. Payback’s an ACE. And this is Ace is gonna whoop your--”
“The hell are you doing here, Sue?”
Burlingame glanced up, nodded to a recently recovered Becky Clayton. “Hey, Bex. Sorry to crash your party. Was gonna do this after the bell, but then I saw this piece of crap--”
“Did Emily put you up to this?” the Camouflage Crusher interrupted. “Does she have you and Lenore keeping an eye on me?”
Burlingame frowned, stood up and shook her head ‘no’. “What? No. Of course not. In case you forgot, this asshole,” she drove a quick kick into Celia’s ribs, “helped taze me out of the World Title.”
“And you want it back.” Clayton looked to Al, who was starting to come around, but was still down on all fours. “I invoked the rule, Sue. Em said everyone would respe--”
“And I AM.” now it was Burlingame’s turn to interrupt. “But Blassenville is MINE and if you don’t understand that, we’re going to have--” Al let out a groan and rose to one knee, forcing Sue to dip through the ropes and hop over the barricade without finishing her thought.
Alone save for the recovering referee and her mysteriously subdued rival, Becky Clayton looked remarkably unhappy despite the raucous roar from the crowd when she peeled Celia off the mat with a double handful of hair. The blonde didn’t much care for the slack, somehow jellied feel of her foe’s frame either, not that it stopped her from scooping the Temptress onto her right shoulder. As before Clayton took hold of Blassenville’s biceps to hoist her into the face-first Crucifix, but unlike before there was no slipping out for the redhead when Becky dipped her knees and tossed the other Destroyer straight up. No, Celia didn’t do much of anything other than land very hard and very flat after Clayton collected her noggin mid-descent and laid out on her back to complete the SNAFU. Blassenville bounced over on impact and offered no response when Bex hooked the far leg and folded her in half with a brawny Back Press punctuated by Al Carpenter’s weary count of…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The BFG sat up and pumped a fist, her expression much more in line what that of someone hearing the Announcer proclaim, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
On her feet immediately thereafter, she allowed Al to raise one hand while sending the fans to the Gun Show with a lingering bicep flex. “Nice turnaround, Bex.” Carpenter said as the noise returned to conversable levels. “How’d you pull it off? I don’t remember much after getting smashed in the corner.
“You know Celia.” the blonde replied, “Can’t resist a chance to run her mouth. She ran it a bit too long and I made her sorry.”
“About time someone did. Glad it was you.”
“Yeah… me too.”
Becky took a long at the crowd as she started her victory lap but couldn’t find Sue anywhere. That was fine. She knew where the Rainmaker would be. And they were going to have a serious discussion sooner rather than later.