Post by EmmaWoods007 on May 19, 2020 7:37:27 GMT
As the main event dawned, the FAWNatics were in especially high spirits, eager to cap off the evening with a clash between two genuine, Hardbody Athletes, the two sharing more raw power between them than the ring would usually have to endure. Whilst the two of them had not met in person for some years, there was little love lost between them, their online engagements lighting up more than one, heated debate over one academic matter or another, finding themselves at intellectual loggerheads at seemingly every turn.
As the lights dimmed briefly, the crowd held their collective breath, the sound system erupting with…
BEST SHOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqWCSQF8FWY
The opening verse played to its conclusion before “So Take Your Best Shot!” burst out of the speakers, the illumination of the arena returning to full and revealing Carol Courage standing at centre stage. Standing in at five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds, with her arms outstretched and her back to the crowds, the All-American Heroine cut an impressive silhouette. Sleek in all the right places and toned muscle in the rest, Carol was the picture-perfect representation of an athlete, sculptured straight from the clay of the Gods and sent back down to Earth to compete amongst mortals.
CAROL COURAGE
Turning about on the spot, Courage delivered a warm welcome to the crowd as she began to march down the ramp, assured in her stride and yet modest in her swagger. Over the course of her prestigious career, Carol had won Gold and acclaim across every continent, revitalising diminishing divisions whilst also storming the largest of promotions, the ‘Cavalry’ always at her back as they had joined her throughout her long journey.
These days, in what some were suggesting in hushed tones were now the twilight years of her career, Courage spent more time coaching the next generation of Superstars than she did in the squared circle, teaching at Developmental Centres as opposed to stepping into the ring. While she found such pursuits deeply rewarding, there was still a fire burning inside that needed to be fed, her spirit straining at the leash for one last huzzah whilst her body was still able.
With her heart of her sleeve, and her soul an open book, Courage made certain to greet as many members of her Cavalry as she could on her way to the squared circle, meeting them warmly with handshakes, high fives and the occasional embrace. Upon meeting the youngest of their number, Carol picked her out from their midst and, removing the cap she had been wearing on her arrival, she placed it on that girl’s head, bestowing upon her the rank of ‘Captain’ so that she could lead the charge!
Having made that one fans entire year, Courage began her final stretch to the squared circle, detouring only because she spotted one last spectator in the front rows sporting one of her T-Shirts. Closing in, she prepared to warmly clasp hands…
…before that self-same ‘supporter’ CLOUTED!! an unsuspecting Carol with a blistering backhand across her cheek!!
The WHACK!! of the collision was audible and the crowd GASPED in shock, stunned into silence as the camera crew scrambled to keep pace. As Courage stumbled away, dropping down to one knee with her ears ringing, it became clear all too quickly that the ‘spectator’ who had attacked her was none other than her scheduled opponent for the evening, Celia Blassenville herself.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE
Dismissively discarding what was, in hindsight, the flimsiest of disguises, Celia effortlessly stepped up over the barricade separating the FAWNatics from the festivities, leading the way with one, impossibly long leg after the other. Proceeding at a pace that, perhaps, possessed a little more urgency since the events at Spring Break, she zeroed in on the still staggered Carol as the brunette was finding her feet, and clocked her with a SECOND backhanded strike, this one colliding with the Woman of Wonder’s other cheek and, once again, sent her stumbling to one knee.
“Let this be a lesson,” Celia lectured as though she had not just bytch slapped someone twice with enough force to knock their head off. “Against adhering to dogmatic ritual.”
Standing in at five foot nine and one hundred forty-five pounds, she 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-coloured hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back.
Blassenville picked up the pace, but not because she felt hurried, the Crimson Cagliostro rapidly building up momentum before she leapt and threw out her right leg, CRACKING the still disorientated Carol against her noggin with her upraised boot!!
BICYCLE KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdAo2sJKHiM
It was obvious to everyone watching that Celia was going straight for the throat, Courage forced to absorb the entirety of the blow that sent her crashing down against the cold concrete, her braincase well and truly rattled by the triplicate of blows to her head in short order. Carol groaned, laid out across back and her eyes glassy, the Paladin of Power blinking slowly as she struggled to catch up with unfolding events. She muttered something, but it was incomprehensible, synapses misfiring as some part of her was scrambling to restart the engine.
The FAWNatics heckled Celia with boos but, possessed with single minded intent, the Mistress of Puppets grasped Courage by her ankle and, cavewoman style, began to drag the All-American Athlete towards the squared circle. Once there, she exchanged her grip for one of Carol’s wrists, hauling her Hardbody foe back up to standing just as the powerful brunette was beginning to gather her senses.
Quickly folding Courage forwards, she stiffly pulled her into a standing Headscissors before also circling arms about the other proud woman’s toned midriff. With a surge of effort, Celia impressively displayed both her raw power and current dominance by muscling Carol up to sit atop her shoulders in a stalling, Powerbomb position, grasping onto the sapphire clad warriors’ hips to keep her steady.
Courage shook her head, perhaps to shake free a few cobwebs, perhaps in defiance, the bold veteran inhaling a deep breath in an effort to regain her bearings just before Blassenville pivoted on the spot and FLUNG the Woman of Woman back down to earth, SLAMMING her nemesis for the evening atop the steel steps!!
A pained and hollow GROAN from Carol accompanied the sickening CLANG of her all too human body colliding with the unflinching steel, her whole-body bucking before she slumped into a heap. Limp on her shoulders, the shell-shocked brunette’s head hung loose over the edge of the rigid furniture, as did her arms and her legs, those athletic limbs lethargic and spread out in a starfish, lacking much in the way of motivation to do more than dangle without direction. Carol coughed sharply, a pained hack that sent her proud bosom to hiking, a spasm running the length of her spine before she slumped once again, her eyes opening and closing slowly as she struggled to inhale.
“What was that?” Celia questioned as she clinically observed the wreckage she had so ruthlessly created. “No pithy platitudes to regale me with? That, my dear Ms. Shepard,” Blassenville went on to council, deliberately using Carol’s maiden name, “is what we call making a break through. Here, let me help you stand,” she offered, seizing Courage by both her hair and her shoulder, peeling her back off the steel steps just as the brunette was starting to show signs of life, “although I feel it will merely be a precursor to further disappointment for both you and your flock.”
Bullying Carol back up onto her feet, the Eighth Deadly Sin unceremoniously tossed the Woman of Wonder into the ring, stuffing her beneath the bottom rope and, after several rolls, Courage finally came to a stop. Celia followed her in a moment later, far more assured, entering under her own power and climbing over the top rope, sparing the flabbergasted Official for the evening the most passing of looks.
“You can call for the bell now,” she explained, still zeroing in on her prey, “or we can continue unsanctioned, either way I assure you, I will be delivering my lecture.”
Swallowing slightly, knowing that Bethany would have his guts for garters if he didn’t let events play out, he called for the bell to start the match, much to the displeasure of those watching.
Blassenville barely seemed to notice. She had more important things on her mind tonight than honest combat.
For Carol, however, that was all that she cared about, gamely rising to her hands and knees with an exertion of effort, unwilling to be bullied by her ambusher. To the surprise of a few, as Celia closed the distance, the Paladin of Power surged up to one knee and, with an uplifting shout, threw an impressive right fist flush into Blassenville’s unguarded midriff.
With a short grunt, Celia did back off a half step, folding forwards slightly from the unexpected retaliation.
With morale rising, Courage prepared to unleash a second salvo, albeit with even more vigour behind it, the Cavalry warming to this new narrative with fresh cheers…
…they were, however, premature as Blassenville caught Carol’s wrist before her fist could land true, the Clinical Killer grasping that limb tightly before bodily YANKING Courage back up to boot leather before her own stems were ready.
“Although,” Celia continued her observations as though she had not been interrupted, exchanging her grip for that of her opposite’s noggin. With her foe’s braincase secured, she pivoted about on the spot, forcing Courage to turn with her, the two Hardbodies soon standing back to back, the base of Carol’s neck precariously tucked up against the curve of Blassenville’s shoulder. “As lectures go, I suspect this will be a short one.”
Throwing her legs out in front of her, Celia dropped herself down fast to the canvas, dragging her victim with her before the mat halted their rapid descent.
FALLING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aSr6nolMZw
The sudden stop resulted in the base of Carol’s neck to crack SHARPLY over her opponents tensed joint, and her upper body bucked up into the air as high as Blassenville allowed her before Courage flopped over sideways on the mat. Carol groaned as the heel of her right boot tapped down on the canvas, her breathing shallow as she rolled over slowly onto her front.
Celia sat up without impediment, far from being done in her labours.
Carol released a low groan as she was tugged forwards into Blassenville’s all too ‘welcoming’ grasp, her latest attempt to turn the tables proving to be almost as equally short lived as the first, Celia weathering her foes uplifting salvo before dragging her weakening adversary into a STIFF Bearhug!! Balling her fists together into the small of Courage’s already throbbing back, she FLEXED with short, sharp bursts of pressure that methodically wrung the remaining fight right of Carol.
To her credit, the All-American Heroine was not one to go quietly into the night, and she resisted for all it was worth, tensing as best she could whilst pushing against Blassenville’s steel coils. Several grunts escaped from her lips as she struggled, intermingling with the softer, deflated groans that accompanied each of her foe’s fresh constrictions, Carol’s posture robbed of just a little more of its fibre with each, calculated squeeze, as if Celia knew every inch the brunettes body better than she did.
Briefly, Blassenville considered lifting Courage up off her feet, but found that she derived a great deal more satisfaction from forcing her proud rival to look up with those expressive, baby brown eyes if she wished to meet Celia’s own, pitiless gaze. The mere inch of separation in their respective, Amazonian statures proving to make the world of difference within this very specific moment.
“I fear I must apologise,” Celia observed, indulging in absolute control as her natural state. She delivered the strongest pulse yet, sending a defeated shiver to run through Carol’s sculptured body, the moan slipping out from between the veteran’s lips lacking the same conviction to escape as it had done so before.
“I have been most tardy in my assessments. I’ve been meaning to circle back around to you in the physical arena, but I have been forced to continue our duel via more intellectual endeavours,” Blassenville continued, setting her shoulders as she inhaled deeply, delivering her most sustained, and fierce constriction of her bearhug thus far to date. Courage grooooooaned, loud and prolonged, her own shoulders slumping the moment the pressure subsided by a meticulously measured fraction. Celia adjusted her crippling grip slightly before continuing, pressing the oh so gradually yielding Hardbody in even closer against her own, utterly unyielding body.
“Now that we’re here,” Celia released a sigh, as though genuinely regretful. With the Woman of Wonder now fading quickly, Blassenville jerked her from one side to the other to keep her conscious for just a little while longer. “I find that I cannot spare you my full attention, for you see, I have been distracted as of late. Other, more pertinent matters require my focus and I’m afraid, my dear Ms. Sheppard, my mistreatment of you is little more than example to be made for Ms. Burlingame. Be that as it may,” Celia slackened her embrace just a little, allowing Carol’s noggin to bob back on her shoulders so that they could resume gazing into one another’s eyes, “Are we still feeling quite so superior?”
Carol winced, finding the reserves from somewhere to both stiffen her resolve and straighten her flagging posture, even managing to force one of arms to rise up and push meekly on Blassenville’s shoulder. “I… I ne… never said I… I was…”
Celia cut her off, the Crimson Cagliostro retightening her grip with a SAVAGE squeeze, the Paladin of Power releasing a pained GASP as her whole body buckled, her freshly risen hand dropping right back down to her side to sway idly by her own thigh.
“Oh, come now, it is how we behave that speaks for us, is it not?” Blassenville jostled Courage, as if expecting an answer. When the All-American Heroine did not provide her with one, her spirit fading, Celia carried on regardless. “I recall that being a pithy saying you so do enjoy to expose, and there is no hiding your belief that you are my better. Physically? Perhaps not. But morally, oh, my dear Ms. Shepard, the pedestal you stand on would make Moses blush.”
With still no rebuttal coming, Blassenville jostled her slumped foe one final time, following up with a measured, protracted and powerful constriction of her pythons that popped the already unresponsive Carol up onto her tip toes, methodically draining her of all she had left. Courage didn’t move, not even to shiver, almost lifted up off her feet and dangling limp in her adversary’s arms, both body and soul succumbing utterly to her rivals relentlessly sapping embrace.
All at once, Celia released the crippling pressure that she had inflicted, dropping Carol back down to boot leather and, with her arms still circling the brunette’s hips, kept Courage swaying on her feet, looking down at the vacant expression of the Woman of Wonder.
“Tragic,” the Mistress of Puppets mused, her moniker perhaps more apt in this moment that it ever had been before now. “I am well aware that there is a woman of fine education buried somewhere beneath the suffocating folds of baseless rhetoric,” she went on to educate, adjusting her grip to grasp a hold of Carol’s left wrist as she also pivoted her to the side. Tucking Carol’s arm between her own thighs, Celia went on to slip the brunettes right arm up and over her shoulders.
“But tonight, I possess neither the time nor the inclination to strip you of your self-inflicted ignorance,” Blassenville paused in her lecture long enough to inhale a deep breath, bracing her back before she made full use of the Pumphandle lock she had created, powering her intellectual rival up off the deck and spinning her upside down. All too quickly, the sapphire clad warrior within her grasp was suspended high about the canvas with her head pointed down towards the mat, the soles of her boots likewise thrusting upwards towards the heavens. With Blassenville’s arms once again wrapped around her waist, the utterly unaware Courage was held in a stalling, Tombstone Piledriver position.
“Perhaps if you had listened when we had first met, you would not need such drastic measures to see the world clearly but, alas, we do as we must!”
Celia dropped, throwing her legs out in front of her as she let gravity do the rest, the Cavalry dejected as their General’s crown was SPIKED!! into the canvas with devastating force. The rightly dreaded ‘Head Game’ was brutal enough to put even the freshest of combatants down for the count but, in Carol’s current condition, it was excessive in the extreme.
HEAD GAME
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWR4pBjrsC8
With a sharp spasm running the full length of her body, the recoil alone was almost enough to pop the dismantled Hardbody out of Blassenville’s grip but, in the end, she was released regardless, puddling to the mat in a boneless heap between the open gams of her adversary. As a steaming, defeated heap of rubble, she offered no resistance as Celia leant forwards to place her hands down of Carol’s shoulders, the Eight Deadly Sin looking directly at the hard camera as the Official counted…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…the right shoulder of the Paladin of Power popped up off the canvas, but not under her own power, Courage still out of it as Celia slipped her palm under the foe’s limb, and lifted it for her. The FAWNatics derided her with boos, criticizing her poor behaviour.
The Official, perhaps finally growing a pair, also had something to say. “Come on, Celia…”
“Doctor Blassenville,” she sternly corrected.
The Official swallowed slightly before continuing, “This isn’t necessary, you’ve won.” After a few moments thought, he changed tact, “You’ve made your point.”
“Nonsense,” Celia brushed off his protest, in no hurry as she purposely returned to standing, hauling the deadweight of the woman who had once beat her to vertical also. “What manner of poor scientist would I be, if I could not replicate my results?”
With the Cavalry going apocalyptic at the mistreatment of their heroine, Blassenville went about repeating history, tucking Carol’s left arm between her own thighs so she could pull of the Pumphandle hook. All too quickly, perhaps even easier than before, Courage was suspended upside down with the canvas in Tombstone Piledriver position. Celia dropped, leaving nothing to chance, SPIKING her opponents crown with a SECOND ‘Head Game’ in less than two minutes.
Carol didn’t even buck as her head was driven into the canvas, her whole body now little more than flaccid as she slumped in pudding to the deck, her incredible physique spent and barely responsive. Just as before, Blassenville collected her pinfall, waiting patiently for a count.
“To five!” she demanded, further compounding her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
To the relief of the FAWNatics, this pinfall was not interrupted, and Courage would hopefully be receiving no further punishment this evening.
Climbing to her feet, Blassenville accepted her victory, raising one of her hands high as she imperiously planted her boot atop the demolished, All-American Heroine at her feet, Carol not even stirring as she was claimed by her conqueror.
As the lights dimmed briefly, the crowd held their collective breath, the sound system erupting with…
BEST SHOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqWCSQF8FWY
The opening verse played to its conclusion before “So Take Your Best Shot!” burst out of the speakers, the illumination of the arena returning to full and revealing Carol Courage standing at centre stage. Standing in at five foot eight and one hundred and thirty-five pounds, with her arms outstretched and her back to the crowds, the All-American Heroine cut an impressive silhouette. Sleek in all the right places and toned muscle in the rest, Carol was the picture-perfect representation of an athlete, sculptured straight from the clay of the Gods and sent back down to Earth to compete amongst mortals.
CAROL COURAGE
Turning about on the spot, Courage delivered a warm welcome to the crowd as she began to march down the ramp, assured in her stride and yet modest in her swagger. Over the course of her prestigious career, Carol had won Gold and acclaim across every continent, revitalising diminishing divisions whilst also storming the largest of promotions, the ‘Cavalry’ always at her back as they had joined her throughout her long journey.
These days, in what some were suggesting in hushed tones were now the twilight years of her career, Courage spent more time coaching the next generation of Superstars than she did in the squared circle, teaching at Developmental Centres as opposed to stepping into the ring. While she found such pursuits deeply rewarding, there was still a fire burning inside that needed to be fed, her spirit straining at the leash for one last huzzah whilst her body was still able.
With her heart of her sleeve, and her soul an open book, Courage made certain to greet as many members of her Cavalry as she could on her way to the squared circle, meeting them warmly with handshakes, high fives and the occasional embrace. Upon meeting the youngest of their number, Carol picked her out from their midst and, removing the cap she had been wearing on her arrival, she placed it on that girl’s head, bestowing upon her the rank of ‘Captain’ so that she could lead the charge!
Having made that one fans entire year, Courage began her final stretch to the squared circle, detouring only because she spotted one last spectator in the front rows sporting one of her T-Shirts. Closing in, she prepared to warmly clasp hands…
…before that self-same ‘supporter’ CLOUTED!! an unsuspecting Carol with a blistering backhand across her cheek!!
The WHACK!! of the collision was audible and the crowd GASPED in shock, stunned into silence as the camera crew scrambled to keep pace. As Courage stumbled away, dropping down to one knee with her ears ringing, it became clear all too quickly that the ‘spectator’ who had attacked her was none other than her scheduled opponent for the evening, Celia Blassenville herself.
CELIA BLASSENVILLE
Dismissively discarding what was, in hindsight, the flimsiest of disguises, Celia effortlessly stepped up over the barricade separating the FAWNatics from the festivities, leading the way with one, impossibly long leg after the other. Proceeding at a pace that, perhaps, possessed a little more urgency since the events at Spring Break, she zeroed in on the still staggered Carol as the brunette was finding her feet, and clocked her with a SECOND backhanded strike, this one colliding with the Woman of Wonder’s other cheek and, once again, sent her stumbling to one knee.
“Let this be a lesson,” Celia lectured as though she had not just bytch slapped someone twice with enough force to knock their head off. “Against adhering to dogmatic ritual.”
Standing in at five foot nine and one hundred forty-five pounds, she 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-coloured hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back.
Blassenville picked up the pace, but not because she felt hurried, the Crimson Cagliostro rapidly building up momentum before she leapt and threw out her right leg, CRACKING the still disorientated Carol against her noggin with her upraised boot!!
BICYCLE KICK
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdAo2sJKHiM
It was obvious to everyone watching that Celia was going straight for the throat, Courage forced to absorb the entirety of the blow that sent her crashing down against the cold concrete, her braincase well and truly rattled by the triplicate of blows to her head in short order. Carol groaned, laid out across back and her eyes glassy, the Paladin of Power blinking slowly as she struggled to catch up with unfolding events. She muttered something, but it was incomprehensible, synapses misfiring as some part of her was scrambling to restart the engine.
The FAWNatics heckled Celia with boos but, possessed with single minded intent, the Mistress of Puppets grasped Courage by her ankle and, cavewoman style, began to drag the All-American Athlete towards the squared circle. Once there, she exchanged her grip for one of Carol’s wrists, hauling her Hardbody foe back up to standing just as the powerful brunette was beginning to gather her senses.
Quickly folding Courage forwards, she stiffly pulled her into a standing Headscissors before also circling arms about the other proud woman’s toned midriff. With a surge of effort, Celia impressively displayed both her raw power and current dominance by muscling Carol up to sit atop her shoulders in a stalling, Powerbomb position, grasping onto the sapphire clad warriors’ hips to keep her steady.
Courage shook her head, perhaps to shake free a few cobwebs, perhaps in defiance, the bold veteran inhaling a deep breath in an effort to regain her bearings just before Blassenville pivoted on the spot and FLUNG the Woman of Woman back down to earth, SLAMMING her nemesis for the evening atop the steel steps!!
A pained and hollow GROAN from Carol accompanied the sickening CLANG of her all too human body colliding with the unflinching steel, her whole-body bucking before she slumped into a heap. Limp on her shoulders, the shell-shocked brunette’s head hung loose over the edge of the rigid furniture, as did her arms and her legs, those athletic limbs lethargic and spread out in a starfish, lacking much in the way of motivation to do more than dangle without direction. Carol coughed sharply, a pained hack that sent her proud bosom to hiking, a spasm running the length of her spine before she slumped once again, her eyes opening and closing slowly as she struggled to inhale.
“What was that?” Celia questioned as she clinically observed the wreckage she had so ruthlessly created. “No pithy platitudes to regale me with? That, my dear Ms. Shepard,” Blassenville went on to council, deliberately using Carol’s maiden name, “is what we call making a break through. Here, let me help you stand,” she offered, seizing Courage by both her hair and her shoulder, peeling her back off the steel steps just as the brunette was starting to show signs of life, “although I feel it will merely be a precursor to further disappointment for both you and your flock.”
Bullying Carol back up onto her feet, the Eighth Deadly Sin unceremoniously tossed the Woman of Wonder into the ring, stuffing her beneath the bottom rope and, after several rolls, Courage finally came to a stop. Celia followed her in a moment later, far more assured, entering under her own power and climbing over the top rope, sparing the flabbergasted Official for the evening the most passing of looks.
“You can call for the bell now,” she explained, still zeroing in on her prey, “or we can continue unsanctioned, either way I assure you, I will be delivering my lecture.”
Swallowing slightly, knowing that Bethany would have his guts for garters if he didn’t let events play out, he called for the bell to start the match, much to the displeasure of those watching.
Blassenville barely seemed to notice. She had more important things on her mind tonight than honest combat.
For Carol, however, that was all that she cared about, gamely rising to her hands and knees with an exertion of effort, unwilling to be bullied by her ambusher. To the surprise of a few, as Celia closed the distance, the Paladin of Power surged up to one knee and, with an uplifting shout, threw an impressive right fist flush into Blassenville’s unguarded midriff.
With a short grunt, Celia did back off a half step, folding forwards slightly from the unexpected retaliation.
With morale rising, Courage prepared to unleash a second salvo, albeit with even more vigour behind it, the Cavalry warming to this new narrative with fresh cheers…
…they were, however, premature as Blassenville caught Carol’s wrist before her fist could land true, the Clinical Killer grasping that limb tightly before bodily YANKING Courage back up to boot leather before her own stems were ready.
“Although,” Celia continued her observations as though she had not been interrupted, exchanging her grip for that of her opposite’s noggin. With her foe’s braincase secured, she pivoted about on the spot, forcing Courage to turn with her, the two Hardbodies soon standing back to back, the base of Carol’s neck precariously tucked up against the curve of Blassenville’s shoulder. “As lectures go, I suspect this will be a short one.”
Throwing her legs out in front of her, Celia dropped herself down fast to the canvas, dragging her victim with her before the mat halted their rapid descent.
FALLING NECKBREAKER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aSr6nolMZw
The sudden stop resulted in the base of Carol’s neck to crack SHARPLY over her opponents tensed joint, and her upper body bucked up into the air as high as Blassenville allowed her before Courage flopped over sideways on the mat. Carol groaned as the heel of her right boot tapped down on the canvas, her breathing shallow as she rolled over slowly onto her front.
Celia sat up without impediment, far from being done in her labours.
[[INTERMISSION]]
Carol released a low groan as she was tugged forwards into Blassenville’s all too ‘welcoming’ grasp, her latest attempt to turn the tables proving to be almost as equally short lived as the first, Celia weathering her foes uplifting salvo before dragging her weakening adversary into a STIFF Bearhug!! Balling her fists together into the small of Courage’s already throbbing back, she FLEXED with short, sharp bursts of pressure that methodically wrung the remaining fight right of Carol.
To her credit, the All-American Heroine was not one to go quietly into the night, and she resisted for all it was worth, tensing as best she could whilst pushing against Blassenville’s steel coils. Several grunts escaped from her lips as she struggled, intermingling with the softer, deflated groans that accompanied each of her foe’s fresh constrictions, Carol’s posture robbed of just a little more of its fibre with each, calculated squeeze, as if Celia knew every inch the brunettes body better than she did.
Briefly, Blassenville considered lifting Courage up off her feet, but found that she derived a great deal more satisfaction from forcing her proud rival to look up with those expressive, baby brown eyes if she wished to meet Celia’s own, pitiless gaze. The mere inch of separation in their respective, Amazonian statures proving to make the world of difference within this very specific moment.
“I fear I must apologise,” Celia observed, indulging in absolute control as her natural state. She delivered the strongest pulse yet, sending a defeated shiver to run through Carol’s sculptured body, the moan slipping out from between the veteran’s lips lacking the same conviction to escape as it had done so before.
“I have been most tardy in my assessments. I’ve been meaning to circle back around to you in the physical arena, but I have been forced to continue our duel via more intellectual endeavours,” Blassenville continued, setting her shoulders as she inhaled deeply, delivering her most sustained, and fierce constriction of her bearhug thus far to date. Courage grooooooaned, loud and prolonged, her own shoulders slumping the moment the pressure subsided by a meticulously measured fraction. Celia adjusted her crippling grip slightly before continuing, pressing the oh so gradually yielding Hardbody in even closer against her own, utterly unyielding body.
“Now that we’re here,” Celia released a sigh, as though genuinely regretful. With the Woman of Wonder now fading quickly, Blassenville jerked her from one side to the other to keep her conscious for just a little while longer. “I find that I cannot spare you my full attention, for you see, I have been distracted as of late. Other, more pertinent matters require my focus and I’m afraid, my dear Ms. Sheppard, my mistreatment of you is little more than example to be made for Ms. Burlingame. Be that as it may,” Celia slackened her embrace just a little, allowing Carol’s noggin to bob back on her shoulders so that they could resume gazing into one another’s eyes, “Are we still feeling quite so superior?”
Carol winced, finding the reserves from somewhere to both stiffen her resolve and straighten her flagging posture, even managing to force one of arms to rise up and push meekly on Blassenville’s shoulder. “I… I ne… never said I… I was…”
Celia cut her off, the Crimson Cagliostro retightening her grip with a SAVAGE squeeze, the Paladin of Power releasing a pained GASP as her whole body buckled, her freshly risen hand dropping right back down to her side to sway idly by her own thigh.
“Oh, come now, it is how we behave that speaks for us, is it not?” Blassenville jostled Courage, as if expecting an answer. When the All-American Heroine did not provide her with one, her spirit fading, Celia carried on regardless. “I recall that being a pithy saying you so do enjoy to expose, and there is no hiding your belief that you are my better. Physically? Perhaps not. But morally, oh, my dear Ms. Shepard, the pedestal you stand on would make Moses blush.”
With still no rebuttal coming, Blassenville jostled her slumped foe one final time, following up with a measured, protracted and powerful constriction of her pythons that popped the already unresponsive Carol up onto her tip toes, methodically draining her of all she had left. Courage didn’t move, not even to shiver, almost lifted up off her feet and dangling limp in her adversary’s arms, both body and soul succumbing utterly to her rivals relentlessly sapping embrace.
All at once, Celia released the crippling pressure that she had inflicted, dropping Carol back down to boot leather and, with her arms still circling the brunette’s hips, kept Courage swaying on her feet, looking down at the vacant expression of the Woman of Wonder.
“Tragic,” the Mistress of Puppets mused, her moniker perhaps more apt in this moment that it ever had been before now. “I am well aware that there is a woman of fine education buried somewhere beneath the suffocating folds of baseless rhetoric,” she went on to educate, adjusting her grip to grasp a hold of Carol’s left wrist as she also pivoted her to the side. Tucking Carol’s arm between her own thighs, Celia went on to slip the brunettes right arm up and over her shoulders.
“But tonight, I possess neither the time nor the inclination to strip you of your self-inflicted ignorance,” Blassenville paused in her lecture long enough to inhale a deep breath, bracing her back before she made full use of the Pumphandle lock she had created, powering her intellectual rival up off the deck and spinning her upside down. All too quickly, the sapphire clad warrior within her grasp was suspended high about the canvas with her head pointed down towards the mat, the soles of her boots likewise thrusting upwards towards the heavens. With Blassenville’s arms once again wrapped around her waist, the utterly unaware Courage was held in a stalling, Tombstone Piledriver position.
“Perhaps if you had listened when we had first met, you would not need such drastic measures to see the world clearly but, alas, we do as we must!”
Celia dropped, throwing her legs out in front of her as she let gravity do the rest, the Cavalry dejected as their General’s crown was SPIKED!! into the canvas with devastating force. The rightly dreaded ‘Head Game’ was brutal enough to put even the freshest of combatants down for the count but, in Carol’s current condition, it was excessive in the extreme.
HEAD GAME
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With a sharp spasm running the full length of her body, the recoil alone was almost enough to pop the dismantled Hardbody out of Blassenville’s grip but, in the end, she was released regardless, puddling to the mat in a boneless heap between the open gams of her adversary. As a steaming, defeated heap of rubble, she offered no resistance as Celia leant forwards to place her hands down of Carol’s shoulders, the Eight Deadly Sin looking directly at the hard camera as the Official counted…
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE…
…the right shoulder of the Paladin of Power popped up off the canvas, but not under her own power, Courage still out of it as Celia slipped her palm under the foe’s limb, and lifted it for her. The FAWNatics derided her with boos, criticizing her poor behaviour.
The Official, perhaps finally growing a pair, also had something to say. “Come on, Celia…”
“Doctor Blassenville,” she sternly corrected.
The Official swallowed slightly before continuing, “This isn’t necessary, you’ve won.” After a few moments thought, he changed tact, “You’ve made your point.”
“Nonsense,” Celia brushed off his protest, in no hurry as she purposely returned to standing, hauling the deadweight of the woman who had once beat her to vertical also. “What manner of poor scientist would I be, if I could not replicate my results?”
With the Cavalry going apocalyptic at the mistreatment of their heroine, Blassenville went about repeating history, tucking Carol’s left arm between her own thighs so she could pull of the Pumphandle hook. All too quickly, perhaps even easier than before, Courage was suspended upside down with the canvas in Tombstone Piledriver position. Celia dropped, leaving nothing to chance, SPIKING her opponents crown with a SECOND ‘Head Game’ in less than two minutes.
Carol didn’t even buck as her head was driven into the canvas, her whole body now little more than flaccid as she slumped in pudding to the deck, her incredible physique spent and barely responsive. Just as before, Blassenville collected her pinfall, waiting patiently for a count.
“To five!” she demanded, further compounding her victory.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
To the relief of the FAWNatics, this pinfall was not interrupted, and Courage would hopefully be receiving no further punishment this evening.
Climbing to her feet, Blassenville accepted her victory, raising one of her hands high as she imperiously planted her boot atop the demolished, All-American Heroine at her feet, Carol not even stirring as she was claimed by her conqueror.