Post by hawkeye on Nov 9, 2020 2:41:26 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is a Ladder Match for the FAWN Lightweight Championship! To win, a competitor must render her opponent insensible long enough to scale the ladder and retrieve the title! Introducing first, she is the challenger! Representing the Frighteners and hailing from Arkham Massachusetts, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and nineteen pounds. She is the Fallen Angel of Arkham and the Haunter of the Dark, this is… EVE CHOLDSTONE!”
HELTER SKELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p9UficlHnQ
Mere mention of the Monster’s name raised a scream from the sound system, which in turn sent the Basement lights into a fluttering panic, each and every one of them guttering and sputtering as if in the grip of a daemonic wind. Adding to the overall strangeness was the sulfurous green mist seeping up through the floor of the stage. Over this eerie tableau came a warbling guitar and the FAWNatics offered up a rousing roar to welcome the black-hearted brunette to her favorite stompin’ grounds before throwing their voices behind Sir Paul.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and then I go for a ride
'Til I get to the bottom and I see you again, yeah, yeah, yeah!
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
The third ‘yeah’ drew a shadow from the fog and a deeper, rumbling roar issued from the throats of those fans that liked their brunette’s wicked and their heroine’s anti. Basking in the howling of her Children of the Night, Eve threw back her head and pressed the tip of her left thumb against the right side of her throat. Twisting her head even as she drew the dagger across her neck, Eve bared her teeth in a wolfish grin then started toward the ring and a chance to leap to the top of the Lightweight Division in a single bound.
For tonight’s seasonal slaughter Choldstone wore a black leather bikini emblazoned with a white, wispy cobweb design. Her boots and pads were of the same glossy black and the look was finished with a battered pair of fingerless leather gloves. Moving through the fog like she‘d been born in it, (this might have been true for all the fans knew) Eve stormed up the steps, then wiped her boots on the apron and vaulted over the ropes.
Claiming the center of the ring like she damned well knew no one would stop her, Eve swung around in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera and a thumb pressed to the side of her throat. Drawing it across slow enough to eliminate any possible confusion, Choldstone blew a kiss to the champ on the other side of the camera and noted, “You’ve made it a helluva lot farther into the movie than I would’ve expected, blondie. But now the Monster’s caught your scent… and you have something she wants.” Finishing with a wink, she strode to the far corner and settled in against the buckles so she could keep a careful eye on the stage while Algernon Carpenter checked on her pads and boots.
The lanky official had just finished his perusal (without suffering any lingering injuries I might add) when the Announcer called forth the second half of this double feature. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The AHE crowd grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner strutting through the ancient gothic doors atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having bested a viciously game Luisa Campos at ‘Mania, the Beach Blaster now turned her attention to the dangerous veteran challenging her in an equally dangerous match. If this prospect sent a chill up her spine it certainly didn’t show, if anything the blonde showed a bit more swagger than usual as she started toward the ring.
Though her eyes continually swept the aisle-side fans just in case Eve’s fellow Frightener decided to make a pre-bell appearance, this vigilance didn’t stop Renquist from zigging and zagging to swat all the hands extended in her direction. Reaching the squared circle with no sign of Calliope, the blonde jumped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the spot Eve had so recently occupied, Macy locked eyes with the brunette while she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her rotation facing Choldstone and held the veteran’s gaze for several seconds before she handed the prize over to Al and strode to the opposite corner.
As for the ref, he showed off the Lightweight gold one more time, then snapped it closed around a steel rung hanging about six feet off the ground. This rung was itself attached to a steel cable that suddenly retracted toward the ceiling to ultimately raise the championship to a height of fifteen feet, give or take a few inches.
The buzz of the Basement Dwellers rose to a steady roar when then bell sounded, these denizens of the Madhouse clearly intrigued by this battle between a staple of the Lightweight division and the upstart champion. Macy Renquist was of a similar mindset and had been ever since the black-hearted brunette had announced her intentions a few weeks prior. That was why she wasted no time striding to the center of the squared circle. It wasn’t enough to remind the veteran that she was champion, she needed Eve to understand she wasn’t intimidated by her opponent or her Harrenhal experience. Posting up in the shadow of her suspended title, Renquist extended one foot and swept a line on the canvas before her in an unspoken albeit undeniable invitation to the Fallen Angel of Arkham.
Eve noted this from the comfort of her corner, though she made no move to join the blonde until she’d rolled her shoulders and her wrists. Sparing the LW strap the briefest of looks, Choldstone honed in on the Slappin’ Sensation and stalked out to greet her over raised fists. Macy noted this and brought her hands up as well, though the blonde kept hers slightly cupped in anticipation of the night’s first bytch slap. Choldstone arced right before she drifted into striking range, thus forcing Renquist to pivot with her so as not to expose a vulnerable angle.
“You seem less intimidated than I would’ve expected.” Eve’s tone was surprisingly conversational. “This is what, only your second AHE? And a Ladder Match, no less. Impressive, I’m guessing that’s Giardi’s influence.”
Macy’s lips curled in a faint smile as she asked a question to which she already knew the answer. “She might’ve offered me some pointers in the last couple weeks. You know Amanda Jane?”
“We kicked the shyt out of each other more than a few times.” Choldstone replied to the smile with a smirk. “Spitting the Black in her eyes was always very satisfying.”
“She told me to watch out for that crap.” Macy waited a beat. “She also told me to hold you to a verbal submission. I believe her exact words were, ‘Make her whine, Macy. It’s the only way to make sure she’s--”
Choldstone lunged in with her head thrust forward, forcing Renquist to raise a hasty guard against the Black Mi--“OOOFFFHH!” Eve pivoted in place and THWHAPPED a huge kick across her opponent’s belly, doubling her over. Snatching a double handful of blonde hair as she twisted ‘round in place, the Haunter of the Dark flipped Macy onto her butt with a rough Snapmare, then, still controlling the champ’s head with one hand, reared back and delivered three more quick kicks to the curve of Renquist’s back.
It could’ve been more if Macy hadn’t twisted her way out of the brunette’s grip and caught her by the ankle to halt the next salvo. Making a point to wrench the challenger’s foot before she returned to verticality herself, the Beach Blaster chirped, “Glad we understand each other. I’d hate to think you were taking it easy on me because--”
Said reason never came to light since Eve sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the other wrestler’s temple. Macy felt the Enzugiri coming and ducked accordingly, though she still felt Choldstone’s boot ‘whick’ through the air less than an inch over her head. Still in possession of Eve’s ankle after the wiffed strike, Renquist transformed her grip into a trap, the lithesome blonde cranking the extremity with an early Ankle Lock!
Choldstone hissed, shook her head ‘no’ on instinct, then balanced on her hands and knees and pushed herself upright with an ease Macy still found disconcerting despite having been warned of it by her Astonishing mentor. Thinking fast, Renquist tweaked the Ankle Lock one more time before halving her grip and CRACKING a single huge Overhand Slap between the challenger’s shoulders! Eve cried out in pain that quickly transformed into surprise when Macy used her remaining grip to reel the brunette into a Waistlock. Choldstone was still wheezing through the champ’s initial squeeze when Renquist popped her hips and bridged backward to turn the Monster inside out with a German SuplNO!
Eve tumbled through the would-be head drop to land on one knee behind the as of yet oblivious Macy. Her ignorance didn’t last long partly because she quickly registered the impressed ‘oooohhh’ of the crowd, but mostly due to the fact that Choldstone shot in on her six and hooked a Half Nelson in the same instant she cinched her free arm around Macy’s throat! The oooohh’s transformed to ‘oh no she dint’s!’, the Basement Dwellers not quite daring to believe the challenger had trapped Macy in Amanda Jane Giardi’s old finisher and the very same hold she’d used to put away Luisa Campos at ‘Mania!
But that’s exactly what Eve had done and both wrestlers damned well knew it, as judged by Renquist’s wide brown eyes and Choldstone’s ear to ear grin. “’Manda’s not the only one who likes this hold.” Eve cooed in Macy’s ear as she continued to bear down on the breath-stealing hold. “She taught you how to defend against it, didn’t she? And no, tapping out is not a defNNNGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised a foot so fast Choldstone shifted a foot to avoid the inevitable stomp only to pay for the assumption when the blonde drove that heel into her shin and raked it all the way down. Eve grunted and stumbled to one side, then cursed aloud when the Slappin’ Sensation caught a massive handful of hair. Some catty pulling would’ve done Renquist’s heart good, however unrestricted oxygen flow did everything good so she dropped down into a neat little forward roll that sent Eve tumbling over her in a makeshift Snapmare.
Blonde and brunette were up in a flash with Macy thinking Slap, Eve thinking Roundhouse and both of ‘em thinking better of it when they realized the other was on her guard.
“Not bad.” Choldstone admitted as she used the brief détente to make a small adjustment to her togs. “Looks like you don’t rattle easy. But when happens when I punch you square in the mouth?”
“You’d have to hit me to find out.” Renquist returned the sass in kind, indeed both women seemed to enjoy the verbal sparring. “And I promise I’ll have all that extra eye-liner slapped right the hell off your face before you land so much as a NGH!”
Eve shifted weight to her left foot so she could drive her right foot into Macy’s left thigh with a loud THWHACK! Renquist grimaced in anger as well as pain, then returned the challenger’s favor with a Leg Kick that made the whole of Choldstone’s left thigh ache. The Fallen Angel snorted through the pain and set her feet only to put Macy’s head on a swivel with Slap that raised a warm pink handprint on one side of her face. PWAAAK!
Renquist gave it back in the span between heartbeats, not a Bytch Slap, but a straight right hand to the point of her opponent’s chin! “Plenty more where that came from, baby.” Macy chided as Eve checked her bottom lip for the red stuff. “Hope you brought your pillow case because I’ll be handing out the King Sized Ass Kickings as long as you can take RRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Choldstone hopped up and planted her left foot on the slope of Renquist’s left thigh to use it as a base for the Enzugiri she THWHACKED off the back of her blonde’s skull.
ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBmZebTfZXg
Macy wobbled, went to one knee and pushed back up just in time to get caught in the Fallen Angel’s Front Facelock. Slinging Renquist’s near arm across her shoulders, Eve scooped up her left leg in a tight Standing Cradle then spun right on through to THWHUMP the champ down on her back as the victim of a Swinging Fisherman’s Neckbreaker!
SWINGING FISHERMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9TBJnkXpZQ
The title hanging over their heads meant there was no reason for Eve to hold the bridge, so she relinquished it and kipped to her feet in an impressive display that grew far more so when she took to the sky and pivoted in mid-air to land with the back of her thigh crashing across the champ’s clavicle!
KIP-UP LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ux3R-rk-Ong
Macy thrashed her way out from under the gammy guillotine and rolled away to all fours, though not far enough to get away from Eve, who buried a hand in her hair. This encroachment drew a growl from the blonde and a few sharp punches to the belly for Choldstone. Eve soaked ‘em up with a glare, answered with a quick Kneelift to the chest and a few hard slaps that earned an ‘ooooooohhhh!’ from the Basement Dwellers.
“Better watch where you’re throwing those punches, princess.” Choldstone warned the penitent battler. “Otherwise they’ll wheel you out of here long before I bother to climb the ladNNGGGHH!”
Renquist swatted the brunette’s hands away from her hair and immediately celebrated her freedom by CRAAACKING one of those echoing Bytch Slaps across Eve’s mouth. Delivery from one knee didn’t seem to effect the potency in the slightest as the challenger reeled away with one hand pressed to her jaw, though the Beach Blaster might’ve underestimated its effect on Eve as she’d barely made it back to verticality when the veteran stormed in and lit her up with a Leg Kick to the left thigh. Macy bared her teeth, raised that foot to defend against more strikes but only left herself open for the Sweep Choldstone whipped into her shin. This resulted in an awkward tumble to the deck followed by another quick return to all fours, alas this only meant her head was in the perfect position when Eve ran the ropes and rushed in to THWHONK the point of her right knee into the Floridian’s temple.
CHOLD RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ9ufp41dnI
The flawlessly speedy execution of the Chold Rush raised a cheer that grew to a roar when Eve somersaulted into a kip up and stretched both arms wide. “Where’s those slaps now, cutie?” Choldstone barked at the reeling champion. “C’mon, get up and stop embarrassing yourself!”
Renquist didn’t reply as fast as the Monster would’ve liked, so Eve scraped her off the mat with a double handful of hair, then halved that grip to clap a greedy handful of blonde buttocks, these dual hooks making it all easier for the brunette to bum rush her woozy adversary to the far side of the ring and over the top rope! Clapping some invisible dust off her hands right about the moment Macy THWAPPED against the blue-padded concrete floor, Eve strutted her way back to the side of the ring facing the aisle and slipped through the ropes to tend to the ladder.
“Hey there handsome, wanna help me beat up a pretty little bit of blonde nothing? Yeah? I thought you would. Here, allow me.”
Choldstone popped the supports, closed the ladder with an audible ‘snak’ and got it under the bottom rope with minimal fuss. The challenger followed immediately thereafter and would’ve set it up then and there if she hadn’t spied Macy pulling herself onto the apron.
Suppressing those championship desires for the moment, Eve stalked across the squared circle and blasted a knee between top and middle ropes to catch Renquist in the belly. Macy ‘ooofffhed’ and tried for a clinch that the brunette welcomed because it allowed her to draw the other wrestler into a Front Facelock. A arm across her shoulders and a handful of white trunks gave Choldstone all the leverage she needed to muscle the Slappin’ Sensation up and ovNO! Eve channeled her inner Destroyer in keeping Macy suspended directly overhead while the challenger carefully walked the both of ‘em back into the center of the ring. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed Eve was right where she wanted to be so she completed the Vertical Suplex by THWHAM-BWANGING Renquist down across the carelessly placed hardware!
“GAAAHHH F*CK!” Macy bounced away from the landing and flopped onto her stomach, the usually composed blonde writhing in anguish as she clawed at her throbbing back. Eve looked quite pleased with herself, but other than a single look to the gold her attention remained focused on the pained champion.
With Macy in no position to stop her, the Haunter of the Dark hoisted the ladder and marched it over to the nearest corner where she propped it in place against the buckles. “Doin’ great so far, handsome.” she told the hardware. “Something tells me she’s gonna break long before you do.”
The ladder responded with the sort of quiet confidence Eve appreciated in an accomplice and she wasted little time getting back to Renquist who was still nursing her aggrieved back in the wake of that spiteful Suplex. “Let me guess, you always begged off when Giardi ran the ladder drills.” Choldstone chided as she pulled the flummoxed Floridian to her feet. “Can’t say as I blame you, but I think you’re gonna regret it before the night is over.”
“Rrrrghhhh…only thing I’m gonna regret is not slapping your teeth into the back OOOFFFHHH!”
Eve thumped the broadside of her right thigh into the blonde’s stomach, then braced a shoulder against her chest and used it to stuff the champion in the corner opposite the ladder. “What you should regret is mouthing off to me, bikini meat.” Choldstone cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Especially tonight.”
Catching a Wristlock at the tail end of her threat, Eve stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Renquist racing across the ring with an Irish NOPE! Macy dug in her heels, countered with a Wristlock of her own and saw Choldstone off in her place. The sudden reversal proved little more than a minor irritant for the challenger, as she made the trip to the ladder without missing a beat, let alone slowing. Which wasn’t to say she crashed into the ladder, rather she went airborne from a little ways out, planted one foot on the waiting rungs and launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip that meant the no doubt charging blonde will still eat steel as inten--“NNNNNNGGHHH!”
Pain exploded in the brunette’s tailbone and raced all the way up her spine because Macy had not charged, in fact she’d kept a careful distance and only made her move when she realized where that acrobatic evasion would bring Choldstone down. Anticipating it perfectly, she rushed into position and went down on one knee, meaning Eve spiked herself with an unintentional Atomic Drop!
Popped up on tiptoe in the wake of that gawdawful landing, Eve couldn’t defend against Renquist’s half Waistlock, not even when the champ wedged her head under one arm. “Bytch, don’t you f*cking darNNNNNGGHHH!” Macy most certainly dared, indeed the Beach Blaster reveled in muscling Choldstone onto her shoulder just to THWHUMP the challenger’s rump with another Atomic Drop!
Legs practically rubberized after that derriere devastation, Eve stumbled her way out of Renquist’s reach though she only made it a few steps before the blonde walked her down and caught a full Waistlock. “Got your knees knocking, hmmhh Eve?” Macy gave the challenger a hard squeeze as she murmured in one ear. “Maybe I can help steady your nerves.”
“You could start by brushing your teeth.” the brunette grunted. “Your breath smells like nasty garlic assHEYWOARRGGGHH!”
Renquist bulled forward with the Waistlock strapped tight, meaning Eve couldn’t twist out of the way before the Slappin’ Sensation BWAAANGED her into the waiting ladder! The initial collision was bad enough, but Macy had far worse on her mind as the Basement Dwellers discovered when she bounced away from the corner and pulled the both of ‘em down into an O’Connor Roll only to tumble back to verticality and immediately bridge backward for a German Suplex that THWHAMMED Eve down on the back of her head and shoulders!
CHAOS THEORY @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYOGHBH5TDw
The Chaos Theory couldn’t keep the gold around Macy’s waist tonight, but it didn’t stop her from holding the bridge so the crowd could count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Eve twisted free of the predicament well clear of the unofficial three but she couldn’t defend against the subsequent double fistful of hair Macy used to haul her upright. “Wow, you really liked that ladder candy, didn’t you Evie? You want some more? Normally I wouldn’t want you to overindulge, but tonight’s special so I think we can risk a tummy achHUUFFH!”
Choldstone slammed an elbow into the champion’s midriff, then straightened up within her grasp and countered with her own hair-hold. “Tummy aches are the least of your f*cking concerns, honey.” Eve growled as she yanked the blonde’s head back and forth. “Another taste of ladder candy might break your jaWNNNGGGHH!”
Renquist halved her grip to deliver a single echoing SLAP to her opponent’s right ear, then doubled down again so she could make Eve squeal with some reinvigorated hair-pulling. “I don’t NEED that ladder to break your face,” Macy explained to her challenger through a tight-lipped grin, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t give you all you can eat!”
No sass from the challenger this time around, so Renquist gave her a few more rag-shakes before she switched over to a Wristlock and sent her racing in the direction of the lurking ladder! Choldstone couldn’t muster a full evasion on her second trip to the steel, she did however manage to twist ‘round in a half circle so that she BWAAANGED spine-first into the hateful hardware!
“NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Eve cried aloud on impact, one hand flying to small of her back, the other extended out in front to ward off any blonde encroachment. This proved an admirable but ultimately porous defense as Renquist rushed in with both knees raised high, the bony joints THWHUMP-BWAAANGING the Frightener between a blonde and a hard place! Hooking an arm around Choldstone’s waist to keep her from spilling to all fours, Macy turned her opponent around and doubled her over so she could stuff her head between two rungs that roughly lined up with the middle turnbuckle.
Eve wasn’t trapped, but in her current state she could do little more than grab at the ladder or the ropes to help maintain verticality. With Choldstone otherwise occupied, Renquist made a show of framing the brunette’s buttocks in a frame of thumb and forefinger before she did an about-face and ran to the far side of the squared circle. Hopping onto the second buckle so she could turn off and around without slowing her pace, Macy shot back the way she’d came to unleash a literal and figurative ass kicking in the form of a Dropkick delivered to her rival’s vulnerable glutes. The strike was painful enough on its own, Eve’s position made it all the more so because it slammed her shoulders into the frame of the ladder and the crown of her skull into the roughly-padded steel of the turnbuckle!
BACK DROPKICK SANS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHRSG2v_ToA
Choldstone collapsed to her knees in the aftermath, the Monster barely able to pull her traumatized noggin free of the champion’s cunning trap. Beaming from ear to ear as the Basement Dwellers cheered her on, Renquist reached for her trunks to ‘flick’ them back into place only to decide against it. “Guess all that ladder and turnbuckle is a little too much for your poor tum-tum.” Macy chirped at the penitent challenger. “So here’s something that’ll go down a little easier.”
“Fuuuhhh…f*ckin’ brat.” Eve groaned like a first act victim and not a terrifying monster as Renquist spun her around and pushed her into a slumped seat against the ladder. “I’m gonna put my boot down your thrMMMRRRPPPPGGGHHH!”
Macy turned on her heel, grabbed the top rope on either side of the angled ladder and stuffed her haunches into the veteran’s startled mug! The Stink Face wasn’t a regular part of Renquist’s arsenal, yet she took to it like a natural, just rolling her hips in loose little figure eights that ensured the challenger’s mouth and nose didn’t escape those churning cheeks for more than twenty seconds! Strutting away from the greasy-faced grappler when Choldstone managed a weary shove, Renquist flicked her trunks back into place, then smooched her fingertips and clapped a loud swat against that domineering derriere. “KISS my ass, tuff girl!”
Eve refused the demand, instead raising a pair of weary middle fingers that caused Macy to bat her eyelashes and put a hand to her chest in an exaggerated Well I never! Brown eyes tossing sparks, Renquist strolled over to the challenger, swatted her hands aside and CRAAACKED a single whistling Slap across Choldstone’s mouth. “Mind your manners, baby.” she threatened. “Unless you wanna eat the rest of your candy through a straw.”
Nothing more than a muttered curse from the Fallen Angel, so the Slappin’ Sensation peeled her off the canvas and slapped on a Front Facelock. From there she yanked Eve away from the ladder only to swing around and take to the skies, the lithesome blonde bracing a foot against one rung to power the kick off that sent the both of ‘em whipping through a full cirNO! Choldstone braced both hands against Macy’s tummy and shoved off with all might, which proved more than enough to break the Facelock AND send the Lightweight Champion plummeting to the deck on her face, chest and belly!
The THWHAM of her landing echoed through the Madhouse basement yet Renquist popped to her knees immediately, the Floridian’s hands crisscrossed over her aching mid-- Eve stalked in and planted on her left foot, forcing Macy to raise a hasty guard around her head to protect against THWHAP! Renquist’s defenses protected her dome just fine, alas Choldstone changed her target in the span between heartbeats and damned near put her boot through the blonde’s sternum with Back Kick!
The shot left Renquist folded over and gasping like an old lady, Macy unable to peel her forehead off the canvas until Eve plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her to a breathless penance. Renquist lifted a limp arm possibly to defend, possibly to fight her way out of danger. Either way it came to naught when Choldstone slapped it out of the way and THWHACKED a nasty Buzzsaw Kick behind Macy’s left ear! Renquist’s head snapped back, then lolled forward and the rest of her followed into a woozy facedown sprawl on the battle-warmed canvas.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JbUn2tITac
Taking a moment to smooth her hair, fix her togs and generally catch her breath, Eve ran the back of her hand across her mouth to remove the last traces of the champ’s grinding glutes. “It takes a special kind of blonde to strut up to me and stuff her ass in my face.” Choldstone admitted as she scraped Macy off the mat by her shoulder-straps. “And now I’m going to show you why they’re so f*cking rare.”
A Headbutt between the eyes ensured silent compliance from Renquist while Eve caught a Wristlock and slung her into the corner opposite the ladder. Macy managed to spin herself around an instant before impact which in this case only meant a better view of the challenger when she hopped onto the middle rope and THONKED her right knee into Renquist’s forehead. What little strength remained in Macy’s legs lit out for less dangerous environs, leaving the Beach Blaster to land on her butt with a sad plop.
The Basement Dwellers popped when Choldstone treated her rump to a little rubdown, then got that much louder when the black-hearted brunette ran at the corner and left her feet in a low-flying leap that ended with her legs threading the champ’s head and her backside smashing Macy’s chest. Not about to treat the blonde gently after the ignominious Stink Face, Eve latched onto the top rope with both hands and proceeded to bust the ever lovin’ hell out of her bronco, the Fallen Angel making a point to swipe and grrrrrrrrrind her undercarriage against Renquist’s face between each and every butt-to-sternum smash.
Standing up well after the regulation eight seconds, Eve hooked her thumbs into her waistband and ‘snapped’ those leather togs tight right before she THWHUMPED her ass down on Macy’s tits one more time. “That’s what you get, bytch.” Choldstone barked at the glassy-eyed battler. “But it’s not ALL you get, not by a f*cking long shot.”
Renquist offered no reply, so the challenger stomped her chest for the hell of it, then stomped to the other side of the squared circle and took possession of the ladder. Eve’s Creatures of the Night urged their heroine to set it up and make the golden climb, but Choldstone only mouthed ‘Soon’ as she returned to Macy. Holding the ladder so that the top was pointed at the blonde, Eve rocked back on her heels and THWHUMPED it into Macy’s gut like a ten-foot steel battering ram!
“UUUUUGGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Macy scrabbled at the rungs, trying to get any sort of grip on oversized bludgeon. “You’re gonna RRRGGGHHH AAAAAAAAAWWWW STAAAHHP!”
Eve set the ladder down on a narrow side and puuuuuushed forward with all her weight, the Haunter of the Dark just smashing her foe’s belly and crotch with the top of the ladder! “Ohhh, can’t finish your candy?” Choldstone was utterly pitiless in her siege on the blonde’s aching undercarriage. “C’mon, don’t quit on me now, blondie!”
Releasing the chair lessened the pressure on Renquist quite a bit, but she was too winded to push it away or prevent Eve from grabbing a huge handful of hair. BWANG-BWANG-BWANG! The challenger bounced Macy’s noggin into the side of the ladder once, twice, thrice, then slid it away from her prey so she could haul Renquist to verticality. Turning the champ ‘round to better claim her back, Eve secured a Half Nelson on one arm and a Chickenwing on the other, meaning the Beach Blaster was defenseless when Choldstone got low and popped her hips to THAWHUMP Macy down on the back of her head and shoulders as victim of a Half & Half Suplex.
Renquist flopped onto her stomach and would’ve stayed there for a good long while if the vengeful Eve hadn’t helped herself to some hair and hauled her to her feet. A Toe Kick doubled her over, allowing the challenger to hook her right leg over the back of the blonde’s neck. Gripping Macy’s left wrist in her right hand, Choldstone yanked the limb away from Renquist’s body and used it as a lever to spin the Slappin’ Sensation over while simultaneously dropping to one knee for another hellacious impact to the base of her skull.
EVE OF DESTRUCTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSgc72MyrUw
Bounced into a stunned seat by the Eve of Destruction, Macy didn’t utter a peep when the black-hearted brunette stretched her out on the mat, she did however do a whole lotta squealing when Choldstone slid in and buried her from eyebrows to chin with a Reverse Face Sit! Catching Renquist’s flailing wrists in an instant, Eve stuffed them against the champion’s belly so she could control them one-handed, meaning she had one free to hold over her head for a fan-led ‘ONE! TWO! THREE!
That the count was unofficial didn’t matter to Eve in the slightest. All that mattered to her was the fact that she’d buried the face of the New Hotness beneath her ass en route to relieving her of the sub-125 gold. Relinquishing her mount with single slap to the blonde’s crotch, Eve muscled Macy to her feet, scooped her onto one shoulder and strutted to the nearest corner where she promptly strapped her to a Tree of Woe. “Hang around, won’t ya bytch?” Choldstone punched Renquist’s tummy just because she could. “I’ll have the ref cut ya down before the party really gets rolling.”
Macy made a halfhearted reach for the challenger and paid for it with a quite, spiteful grip on her trunks. With Renquist properly embarrassed and trussed, Eve returned to the ladder and went about setting it up, a task that took longer than she would’ve liked due to the amassed aches and pains of the battle thus far. Still, with no Beach Blaster to stop her, it wasn’t long before the Fallen Angel had it arranged directly beneath the swaying shadow of the Lightweight Championship.
Tapping a foot against the bottom rung to make sure the ladder was still structurally sound, Eve nodded her approval and started up the ladder. She made it halfway up without incident, but a rumbling murmur from the crowd drew her attention to Macy’s corner. The flash up apprehension she’d felt dissipated when realized that Renquist was still trapped in the Tree, though she was in the middle of *crunching* her way into a seat on the top turnbuckle. A quick glance between the corner and the ladder told Choldstone there was no way the Slappin’ Sensation could get free in time to halt her ascent so she resumed the climb until she was all of two rungs from the top.
One hand braced against the top, Eve reached up as high as she could and cursed when she realized the belt was still a hands breadth too far. Another roar from the fans, louder this time, gave the challenger all the motivation she needed to mount the penultimate step and-- BWANG-THRUUMM!
The ladder rocked like a ship in a gale when Macy (who’d mounted the far corner a heartbeat prior) stood up and goddamned tight rope walked out to the center, then leapt from the rubber-coated steel to the ladder in a single bound!
“CRAZY BYTCH!” Eve grabbed hold of the ladder and hunkered over to keep from losing her balance in the wake of the blonde’s feat of derring do. “WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DONNNGGGHH!”
Renquist scrambled up the rungs ‘til she was almost level with the brunette, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and crack-crack-CRAAACKED a trio of echoing Bytch Slaps offa Eve’s face! “Fightin’ for my title, sweetie.” Macy slapped Choldstone’s cheek a couple more times for good measure. “And slappin’ your face into the front NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHH!”
Eve countered with her own handful of hair, balled her other hand into a fist and smashed it against the blonde’s mouth half a dozen times before she decided to grrrrrrrrind it back ‘n forth across the top of the ladder! Using the brutal distraction to pop a discrete little capsule into her mouth, Eve bit down hard, then yanked Macy’s face up and ‘PfwooshCRAAACK!’
The Beach Blaster SLAPPED Choldstone hard enough to twist her head to the side, which meant the Black Mist spattered her cheek and one ear instead of her eyes! Eve gurgled, reached for Renquist’s face and hissed in disgust when the blonde snatched her wrist. Wrenching that arm across Eve’s throat in a sort of forward facing Cutthroat, Macy flattened her free hand into a paddle slap-slap-slap-slap-SLAPPED Choldstone’s face until the Haunter of the Dark lost her grip and-- Renquist sent her plummeting from the ladder to hit the deck with a ring-shivering THAWHAM!
“Fuuuuhhh… finish eatin’ that floor, baby.” Macy huffed at the prone challenger. “Because dessert’s coming up real quick.”
With that she climbed to the last rung, straightened up and tugged the strap loose and held it aloft while the bell CLANGED the match to a close.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and--”
Renquist tossed the belt aside, clambered over the top of the ladder, then leapt from the heights to OBLITERATE her defeated challenger with a sky high Splash! The impact shot Choldstone’s legs into the air, but Macy ignored them in favor of sitting up and settling in, the blonde’s buttocks engulfing Eve’s nose in a merciless Reverse Face Sit! As startled as the rest of the crowd by this unexpected piling on, the Announcer shook it off and resumed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“Teach you to try to spit in my eyes.” Macy puffed as she began to swat her opponent’s tits from side to side. “Gonna rub that nasty shyt all over your face.”
And rub, or rather grind, she did, Renquist butt buffing Eve’s face to a shiny red and black sheen. Give the devil her due, Choldstone kicked and fought, the buried brunette clawing and pushing at Macy’s glutes in a desperate effort to end the--“MMMMRRRPPPHHH RRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Macy traded her slaps for claws, the Slappin’ Sensation enjoying a round of Trick ‘r Teat at the expense of Eve’s girls. “TAP OUT!” Renquist demanded of the squealing brunette. “Think you can pin my ass in the middle of this ring, you better tap out on it, baby! I said tap out!”
“FFRRRGGGHH!” Eve sought out some vengeance on the blonde’s modest bounty, treating Renquist’s rack to a couple malicious squeezes before the defiant champion tugged Eve’s top loose and twisssssssssssted her nipples between thumb and forefinger! “MMMMRRRRRRRGGGHHH!” Eve abandoned her own grip to SMACK the mat half a dozen times.
“Nuh-uh! loser’s penalty, Evie!” Renquist continued to twease and pluck despite the ‘submission’. “Hands on the mat until I say otherwise! Yeah, that’s right! Nice and flat now! Onnnnnne…. twooooooo… threeeee… foooouuuurrrr…FIVE! Cover up, loser!”
Renquist released the titty twister with a flourish, finally allowing the shuddering brunette to shield herself with a humbled hand-bra. Hands on her hips as she continued to swipe her undercarriage along Eve’s wheezing face, Macy made a little show of adjusting her own intact top before she reached down with one hand and patted Choldstone’s trunks. “Happy Halloween, honey! Come back for more whenever you want, something tells me I’ll love whipping your ass all year long!” Eve only offered a defeated snuffle, so Macy grabbed her discarded title and slung it over her shoulder so she could lay a possessive hand atop the faceplate while she continued to enjoy a hard earned champion’s perch.
HELTER SKELTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p9UficlHnQ
Mere mention of the Monster’s name raised a scream from the sound system, which in turn sent the Basement lights into a fluttering panic, each and every one of them guttering and sputtering as if in the grip of a daemonic wind. Adding to the overall strangeness was the sulfurous green mist seeping up through the floor of the stage. Over this eerie tableau came a warbling guitar and the FAWNatics offered up a rousing roar to welcome the black-hearted brunette to her favorite stompin’ grounds before throwing their voices behind Sir Paul.
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and then I go for a ride
'Til I get to the bottom and I see you again, yeah, yeah, yeah!
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
The third ‘yeah’ drew a shadow from the fog and a deeper, rumbling roar issued from the throats of those fans that liked their brunette’s wicked and their heroine’s anti. Basking in the howling of her Children of the Night, Eve threw back her head and pressed the tip of her left thumb against the right side of her throat. Twisting her head even as she drew the dagger across her neck, Eve bared her teeth in a wolfish grin then started toward the ring and a chance to leap to the top of the Lightweight Division in a single bound.
For tonight’s seasonal slaughter Choldstone wore a black leather bikini emblazoned with a white, wispy cobweb design. Her boots and pads were of the same glossy black and the look was finished with a battered pair of fingerless leather gloves. Moving through the fog like she‘d been born in it, (this might have been true for all the fans knew) Eve stormed up the steps, then wiped her boots on the apron and vaulted over the ropes.
Claiming the center of the ring like she damned well knew no one would stop her, Eve swung around in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera and a thumb pressed to the side of her throat. Drawing it across slow enough to eliminate any possible confusion, Choldstone blew a kiss to the champ on the other side of the camera and noted, “You’ve made it a helluva lot farther into the movie than I would’ve expected, blondie. But now the Monster’s caught your scent… and you have something she wants.” Finishing with a wink, she strode to the far corner and settled in against the buckles so she could keep a careful eye on the stage while Algernon Carpenter checked on her pads and boots.
The lanky official had just finished his perusal (without suffering any lingering injuries I might add) when the Announcer called forth the second half of this double feature. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Light Heavyweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The AHE crowd grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner strutting through the ancient gothic doors atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having bested a viciously game Luisa Campos at ‘Mania, the Beach Blaster now turned her attention to the dangerous veteran challenging her in an equally dangerous match. If this prospect sent a chill up her spine it certainly didn’t show, if anything the blonde showed a bit more swagger than usual as she started toward the ring.
Though her eyes continually swept the aisle-side fans just in case Eve’s fellow Frightener decided to make a pre-bell appearance, this vigilance didn’t stop Renquist from zigging and zagging to swat all the hands extended in her direction. Reaching the squared circle with no sign of Calliope, the blonde jumped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the spot Eve had so recently occupied, Macy locked eyes with the brunette while she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer. Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her rotation facing Choldstone and held the veteran’s gaze for several seconds before she handed the prize over to Al and strode to the opposite corner.
As for the ref, he showed off the Lightweight gold one more time, then snapped it closed around a steel rung hanging about six feet off the ground. This rung was itself attached to a steel cable that suddenly retracted toward the ceiling to ultimately raise the championship to a height of fifteen feet, give or take a few inches.
The buzz of the Basement Dwellers rose to a steady roar when then bell sounded, these denizens of the Madhouse clearly intrigued by this battle between a staple of the Lightweight division and the upstart champion. Macy Renquist was of a similar mindset and had been ever since the black-hearted brunette had announced her intentions a few weeks prior. That was why she wasted no time striding to the center of the squared circle. It wasn’t enough to remind the veteran that she was champion, she needed Eve to understand she wasn’t intimidated by her opponent or her Harrenhal experience. Posting up in the shadow of her suspended title, Renquist extended one foot and swept a line on the canvas before her in an unspoken albeit undeniable invitation to the Fallen Angel of Arkham.
Eve noted this from the comfort of her corner, though she made no move to join the blonde until she’d rolled her shoulders and her wrists. Sparing the LW strap the briefest of looks, Choldstone honed in on the Slappin’ Sensation and stalked out to greet her over raised fists. Macy noted this and brought her hands up as well, though the blonde kept hers slightly cupped in anticipation of the night’s first bytch slap. Choldstone arced right before she drifted into striking range, thus forcing Renquist to pivot with her so as not to expose a vulnerable angle.
“You seem less intimidated than I would’ve expected.” Eve’s tone was surprisingly conversational. “This is what, only your second AHE? And a Ladder Match, no less. Impressive, I’m guessing that’s Giardi’s influence.”
Macy’s lips curled in a faint smile as she asked a question to which she already knew the answer. “She might’ve offered me some pointers in the last couple weeks. You know Amanda Jane?”
“We kicked the shyt out of each other more than a few times.” Choldstone replied to the smile with a smirk. “Spitting the Black in her eyes was always very satisfying.”
“She told me to watch out for that crap.” Macy waited a beat. “She also told me to hold you to a verbal submission. I believe her exact words were, ‘Make her whine, Macy. It’s the only way to make sure she’s--”
Choldstone lunged in with her head thrust forward, forcing Renquist to raise a hasty guard against the Black Mi--“OOOFFFHH!” Eve pivoted in place and THWHAPPED a huge kick across her opponent’s belly, doubling her over. Snatching a double handful of blonde hair as she twisted ‘round in place, the Haunter of the Dark flipped Macy onto her butt with a rough Snapmare, then, still controlling the champ’s head with one hand, reared back and delivered three more quick kicks to the curve of Renquist’s back.
It could’ve been more if Macy hadn’t twisted her way out of the brunette’s grip and caught her by the ankle to halt the next salvo. Making a point to wrench the challenger’s foot before she returned to verticality herself, the Beach Blaster chirped, “Glad we understand each other. I’d hate to think you were taking it easy on me because--”
Said reason never came to light since Eve sprang off her plant foot and whipped it at the other wrestler’s temple. Macy felt the Enzugiri coming and ducked accordingly, though she still felt Choldstone’s boot ‘whick’ through the air less than an inch over her head. Still in possession of Eve’s ankle after the wiffed strike, Renquist transformed her grip into a trap, the lithesome blonde cranking the extremity with an early Ankle Lock!
Choldstone hissed, shook her head ‘no’ on instinct, then balanced on her hands and knees and pushed herself upright with an ease Macy still found disconcerting despite having been warned of it by her Astonishing mentor. Thinking fast, Renquist tweaked the Ankle Lock one more time before halving her grip and CRACKING a single huge Overhand Slap between the challenger’s shoulders! Eve cried out in pain that quickly transformed into surprise when Macy used her remaining grip to reel the brunette into a Waistlock. Choldstone was still wheezing through the champ’s initial squeeze when Renquist popped her hips and bridged backward to turn the Monster inside out with a German SuplNO!
Eve tumbled through the would-be head drop to land on one knee behind the as of yet oblivious Macy. Her ignorance didn’t last long partly because she quickly registered the impressed ‘oooohhh’ of the crowd, but mostly due to the fact that Choldstone shot in on her six and hooked a Half Nelson in the same instant she cinched her free arm around Macy’s throat! The oooohh’s transformed to ‘oh no she dint’s!’, the Basement Dwellers not quite daring to believe the challenger had trapped Macy in Amanda Jane Giardi’s old finisher and the very same hold she’d used to put away Luisa Campos at ‘Mania!
But that’s exactly what Eve had done and both wrestlers damned well knew it, as judged by Renquist’s wide brown eyes and Choldstone’s ear to ear grin. “’Manda’s not the only one who likes this hold.” Eve cooed in Macy’s ear as she continued to bear down on the breath-stealing hold. “She taught you how to defend against it, didn’t she? And no, tapping out is not a defNNNGGGHHH!”
Renquist raised a foot so fast Choldstone shifted a foot to avoid the inevitable stomp only to pay for the assumption when the blonde drove that heel into her shin and raked it all the way down. Eve grunted and stumbled to one side, then cursed aloud when the Slappin’ Sensation caught a massive handful of hair. Some catty pulling would’ve done Renquist’s heart good, however unrestricted oxygen flow did everything good so she dropped down into a neat little forward roll that sent Eve tumbling over her in a makeshift Snapmare.
Blonde and brunette were up in a flash with Macy thinking Slap, Eve thinking Roundhouse and both of ‘em thinking better of it when they realized the other was on her guard.
“Not bad.” Choldstone admitted as she used the brief détente to make a small adjustment to her togs. “Looks like you don’t rattle easy. But when happens when I punch you square in the mouth?”
“You’d have to hit me to find out.” Renquist returned the sass in kind, indeed both women seemed to enjoy the verbal sparring. “And I promise I’ll have all that extra eye-liner slapped right the hell off your face before you land so much as a NGH!”
Eve shifted weight to her left foot so she could drive her right foot into Macy’s left thigh with a loud THWHACK! Renquist grimaced in anger as well as pain, then returned the challenger’s favor with a Leg Kick that made the whole of Choldstone’s left thigh ache. The Fallen Angel snorted through the pain and set her feet only to put Macy’s head on a swivel with Slap that raised a warm pink handprint on one side of her face. PWAAAK!
Renquist gave it back in the span between heartbeats, not a Bytch Slap, but a straight right hand to the point of her opponent’s chin! “Plenty more where that came from, baby.” Macy chided as Eve checked her bottom lip for the red stuff. “Hope you brought your pillow case because I’ll be handing out the King Sized Ass Kickings as long as you can take RRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Choldstone hopped up and planted her left foot on the slope of Renquist’s left thigh to use it as a base for the Enzugiri she THWHACKED off the back of her blonde’s skull.
ENZUIGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBmZebTfZXg
Macy wobbled, went to one knee and pushed back up just in time to get caught in the Fallen Angel’s Front Facelock. Slinging Renquist’s near arm across her shoulders, Eve scooped up her left leg in a tight Standing Cradle then spun right on through to THWHUMP the champ down on her back as the victim of a Swinging Fisherman’s Neckbreaker!
SWINGING FISHERMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9TBJnkXpZQ
The title hanging over their heads meant there was no reason for Eve to hold the bridge, so she relinquished it and kipped to her feet in an impressive display that grew far more so when she took to the sky and pivoted in mid-air to land with the back of her thigh crashing across the champ’s clavicle!
KIP-UP LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ux3R-rk-Ong
Macy thrashed her way out from under the gammy guillotine and rolled away to all fours, though not far enough to get away from Eve, who buried a hand in her hair. This encroachment drew a growl from the blonde and a few sharp punches to the belly for Choldstone. Eve soaked ‘em up with a glare, answered with a quick Kneelift to the chest and a few hard slaps that earned an ‘ooooooohhhh!’ from the Basement Dwellers.
“Better watch where you’re throwing those punches, princess.” Choldstone warned the penitent battler. “Otherwise they’ll wheel you out of here long before I bother to climb the ladNNGGGHH!”
Renquist swatted the brunette’s hands away from her hair and immediately celebrated her freedom by CRAAACKING one of those echoing Bytch Slaps across Eve’s mouth. Delivery from one knee didn’t seem to effect the potency in the slightest as the challenger reeled away with one hand pressed to her jaw, though the Beach Blaster might’ve underestimated its effect on Eve as she’d barely made it back to verticality when the veteran stormed in and lit her up with a Leg Kick to the left thigh. Macy bared her teeth, raised that foot to defend against more strikes but only left herself open for the Sweep Choldstone whipped into her shin. This resulted in an awkward tumble to the deck followed by another quick return to all fours, alas this only meant her head was in the perfect position when Eve ran the ropes and rushed in to THWHONK the point of her right knee into the Floridian’s temple.
CHOLD RUSH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZ9ufp41dnI
The flawlessly speedy execution of the Chold Rush raised a cheer that grew to a roar when Eve somersaulted into a kip up and stretched both arms wide. “Where’s those slaps now, cutie?” Choldstone barked at the reeling champion. “C’mon, get up and stop embarrassing yourself!”
Renquist didn’t reply as fast as the Monster would’ve liked, so Eve scraped her off the mat with a double handful of hair, then halved that grip to clap a greedy handful of blonde buttocks, these dual hooks making it all easier for the brunette to bum rush her woozy adversary to the far side of the ring and over the top rope! Clapping some invisible dust off her hands right about the moment Macy THWAPPED against the blue-padded concrete floor, Eve strutted her way back to the side of the ring facing the aisle and slipped through the ropes to tend to the ladder.
“Hey there handsome, wanna help me beat up a pretty little bit of blonde nothing? Yeah? I thought you would. Here, allow me.”
Choldstone popped the supports, closed the ladder with an audible ‘snak’ and got it under the bottom rope with minimal fuss. The challenger followed immediately thereafter and would’ve set it up then and there if she hadn’t spied Macy pulling herself onto the apron.
Suppressing those championship desires for the moment, Eve stalked across the squared circle and blasted a knee between top and middle ropes to catch Renquist in the belly. Macy ‘ooofffhed’ and tried for a clinch that the brunette welcomed because it allowed her to draw the other wrestler into a Front Facelock. A arm across her shoulders and a handful of white trunks gave Choldstone all the leverage she needed to muscle the Slappin’ Sensation up and ovNO! Eve channeled her inner Destroyer in keeping Macy suspended directly overhead while the challenger carefully walked the both of ‘em back into the center of the ring. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed Eve was right where she wanted to be so she completed the Vertical Suplex by THWHAM-BWANGING Renquist down across the carelessly placed hardware!
“GAAAHHH F*CK!” Macy bounced away from the landing and flopped onto her stomach, the usually composed blonde writhing in anguish as she clawed at her throbbing back. Eve looked quite pleased with herself, but other than a single look to the gold her attention remained focused on the pained champion.
With Macy in no position to stop her, the Haunter of the Dark hoisted the ladder and marched it over to the nearest corner where she propped it in place against the buckles. “Doin’ great so far, handsome.” she told the hardware. “Something tells me she’s gonna break long before you do.”
The ladder responded with the sort of quiet confidence Eve appreciated in an accomplice and she wasted little time getting back to Renquist who was still nursing her aggrieved back in the wake of that spiteful Suplex. “Let me guess, you always begged off when Giardi ran the ladder drills.” Choldstone chided as she pulled the flummoxed Floridian to her feet. “Can’t say as I blame you, but I think you’re gonna regret it before the night is over.”
“Rrrrghhhh…only thing I’m gonna regret is not slapping your teeth into the back OOOFFFHHH!”
Eve thumped the broadside of her right thigh into the blonde’s stomach, then braced a shoulder against her chest and used it to stuff the champion in the corner opposite the ladder. “What you should regret is mouthing off to me, bikini meat.” Choldstone cooed in her opponent’s ear. “Especially tonight.”
Catching a Wristlock at the tail end of her threat, Eve stepped back, dropped a shoulder and sent Renquist racing across the ring with an Irish NOPE! Macy dug in her heels, countered with a Wristlock of her own and saw Choldstone off in her place. The sudden reversal proved little more than a minor irritant for the challenger, as she made the trip to the ladder without missing a beat, let alone slowing. Which wasn’t to say she crashed into the ladder, rather she went airborne from a little ways out, planted one foot on the waiting rungs and launched herself into a gorgeous back-flip that meant the no doubt charging blonde will still eat steel as inten--“NNNNNNGGHHH!”
Pain exploded in the brunette’s tailbone and raced all the way up her spine because Macy had not charged, in fact she’d kept a careful distance and only made her move when she realized where that acrobatic evasion would bring Choldstone down. Anticipating it perfectly, she rushed into position and went down on one knee, meaning Eve spiked herself with an unintentional Atomic Drop!
Popped up on tiptoe in the wake of that gawdawful landing, Eve couldn’t defend against Renquist’s half Waistlock, not even when the champ wedged her head under one arm. “Bytch, don’t you f*cking darNNNNNGGHHH!” Macy most certainly dared, indeed the Beach Blaster reveled in muscling Choldstone onto her shoulder just to THWHUMP the challenger’s rump with another Atomic Drop!
Legs practically rubberized after that derriere devastation, Eve stumbled her way out of Renquist’s reach though she only made it a few steps before the blonde walked her down and caught a full Waistlock. “Got your knees knocking, hmmhh Eve?” Macy gave the challenger a hard squeeze as she murmured in one ear. “Maybe I can help steady your nerves.”
“You could start by brushing your teeth.” the brunette grunted. “Your breath smells like nasty garlic assHEYWOARRGGGHH!”
Renquist bulled forward with the Waistlock strapped tight, meaning Eve couldn’t twist out of the way before the Slappin’ Sensation BWAAANGED her into the waiting ladder! The initial collision was bad enough, but Macy had far worse on her mind as the Basement Dwellers discovered when she bounced away from the corner and pulled the both of ‘em down into an O’Connor Roll only to tumble back to verticality and immediately bridge backward for a German Suplex that THWHAMMED Eve down on the back of her head and shoulders!
CHAOS THEORY @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYOGHBH5TDw
The Chaos Theory couldn’t keep the gold around Macy’s waist tonight, but it didn’t stop her from holding the bridge so the crowd could count off…
ONE…
TWO…
Eve twisted free of the predicament well clear of the unofficial three but she couldn’t defend against the subsequent double fistful of hair Macy used to haul her upright. “Wow, you really liked that ladder candy, didn’t you Evie? You want some more? Normally I wouldn’t want you to overindulge, but tonight’s special so I think we can risk a tummy achHUUFFH!”
Choldstone slammed an elbow into the champion’s midriff, then straightened up within her grasp and countered with her own hair-hold. “Tummy aches are the least of your f*cking concerns, honey.” Eve growled as she yanked the blonde’s head back and forth. “Another taste of ladder candy might break your jaWNNNGGGHH!”
Renquist halved her grip to deliver a single echoing SLAP to her opponent’s right ear, then doubled down again so she could make Eve squeal with some reinvigorated hair-pulling. “I don’t NEED that ladder to break your face,” Macy explained to her challenger through a tight-lipped grin, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t give you all you can eat!”
No sass from the challenger this time around, so Renquist gave her a few more rag-shakes before she switched over to a Wristlock and sent her racing in the direction of the lurking ladder! Choldstone couldn’t muster a full evasion on her second trip to the steel, she did however manage to twist ‘round in a half circle so that she BWAAANGED spine-first into the hateful hardware!
“NNNNGGGGGHHH!” Eve cried aloud on impact, one hand flying to small of her back, the other extended out in front to ward off any blonde encroachment. This proved an admirable but ultimately porous defense as Renquist rushed in with both knees raised high, the bony joints THWHUMP-BWAAANGING the Frightener between a blonde and a hard place! Hooking an arm around Choldstone’s waist to keep her from spilling to all fours, Macy turned her opponent around and doubled her over so she could stuff her head between two rungs that roughly lined up with the middle turnbuckle.
Eve wasn’t trapped, but in her current state she could do little more than grab at the ladder or the ropes to help maintain verticality. With Choldstone otherwise occupied, Renquist made a show of framing the brunette’s buttocks in a frame of thumb and forefinger before she did an about-face and ran to the far side of the squared circle. Hopping onto the second buckle so she could turn off and around without slowing her pace, Macy shot back the way she’d came to unleash a literal and figurative ass kicking in the form of a Dropkick delivered to her rival’s vulnerable glutes. The strike was painful enough on its own, Eve’s position made it all the more so because it slammed her shoulders into the frame of the ladder and the crown of her skull into the roughly-padded steel of the turnbuckle!
BACK DROPKICK SANS LADDER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHRSG2v_ToA
Choldstone collapsed to her knees in the aftermath, the Monster barely able to pull her traumatized noggin free of the champion’s cunning trap. Beaming from ear to ear as the Basement Dwellers cheered her on, Renquist reached for her trunks to ‘flick’ them back into place only to decide against it. “Guess all that ladder and turnbuckle is a little too much for your poor tum-tum.” Macy chirped at the penitent challenger. “So here’s something that’ll go down a little easier.”
“Fuuuhhh…f*ckin’ brat.” Eve groaned like a first act victim and not a terrifying monster as Renquist spun her around and pushed her into a slumped seat against the ladder. “I’m gonna put my boot down your thrMMMRRRPPPPGGGHHH!”
Macy turned on her heel, grabbed the top rope on either side of the angled ladder and stuffed her haunches into the veteran’s startled mug! The Stink Face wasn’t a regular part of Renquist’s arsenal, yet she took to it like a natural, just rolling her hips in loose little figure eights that ensured the challenger’s mouth and nose didn’t escape those churning cheeks for more than twenty seconds! Strutting away from the greasy-faced grappler when Choldstone managed a weary shove, Renquist flicked her trunks back into place, then smooched her fingertips and clapped a loud swat against that domineering derriere. “KISS my ass, tuff girl!”
Eve refused the demand, instead raising a pair of weary middle fingers that caused Macy to bat her eyelashes and put a hand to her chest in an exaggerated Well I never! Brown eyes tossing sparks, Renquist strolled over to the challenger, swatted her hands aside and CRAAACKED a single whistling Slap across Choldstone’s mouth. “Mind your manners, baby.” she threatened. “Unless you wanna eat the rest of your candy through a straw.”
Nothing more than a muttered curse from the Fallen Angel, so the Slappin’ Sensation peeled her off the canvas and slapped on a Front Facelock. From there she yanked Eve away from the ladder only to swing around and take to the skies, the lithesome blonde bracing a foot against one rung to power the kick off that sent the both of ‘em whipping through a full cirNO! Choldstone braced both hands against Macy’s tummy and shoved off with all might, which proved more than enough to break the Facelock AND send the Lightweight Champion plummeting to the deck on her face, chest and belly!
The THWHAM of her landing echoed through the Madhouse basement yet Renquist popped to her knees immediately, the Floridian’s hands crisscrossed over her aching mid-- Eve stalked in and planted on her left foot, forcing Macy to raise a hasty guard around her head to protect against THWHAP! Renquist’s defenses protected her dome just fine, alas Choldstone changed her target in the span between heartbeats and damned near put her boot through the blonde’s sternum with Back Kick!
The shot left Renquist folded over and gasping like an old lady, Macy unable to peel her forehead off the canvas until Eve plunged a hand into her hair and yanked her to a breathless penance. Renquist lifted a limp arm possibly to defend, possibly to fight her way out of danger. Either way it came to naught when Choldstone slapped it out of the way and THWHACKED a nasty Buzzsaw Kick behind Macy’s left ear! Renquist’s head snapped back, then lolled forward and the rest of her followed into a woozy facedown sprawl on the battle-warmed canvas.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JbUn2tITac
Taking a moment to smooth her hair, fix her togs and generally catch her breath, Eve ran the back of her hand across her mouth to remove the last traces of the champ’s grinding glutes. “It takes a special kind of blonde to strut up to me and stuff her ass in my face.” Choldstone admitted as she scraped Macy off the mat by her shoulder-straps. “And now I’m going to show you why they’re so f*cking rare.”
A Headbutt between the eyes ensured silent compliance from Renquist while Eve caught a Wristlock and slung her into the corner opposite the ladder. Macy managed to spin herself around an instant before impact which in this case only meant a better view of the challenger when she hopped onto the middle rope and THONKED her right knee into Renquist’s forehead. What little strength remained in Macy’s legs lit out for less dangerous environs, leaving the Beach Blaster to land on her butt with a sad plop.
The Basement Dwellers popped when Choldstone treated her rump to a little rubdown, then got that much louder when the black-hearted brunette ran at the corner and left her feet in a low-flying leap that ended with her legs threading the champ’s head and her backside smashing Macy’s chest. Not about to treat the blonde gently after the ignominious Stink Face, Eve latched onto the top rope with both hands and proceeded to bust the ever lovin’ hell out of her bronco, the Fallen Angel making a point to swipe and grrrrrrrrrind her undercarriage against Renquist’s face between each and every butt-to-sternum smash.
Standing up well after the regulation eight seconds, Eve hooked her thumbs into her waistband and ‘snapped’ those leather togs tight right before she THWHUMPED her ass down on Macy’s tits one more time. “That’s what you get, bytch.” Choldstone barked at the glassy-eyed battler. “But it’s not ALL you get, not by a f*cking long shot.”
Renquist offered no reply, so the challenger stomped her chest for the hell of it, then stomped to the other side of the squared circle and took possession of the ladder. Eve’s Creatures of the Night urged their heroine to set it up and make the golden climb, but Choldstone only mouthed ‘Soon’ as she returned to Macy. Holding the ladder so that the top was pointed at the blonde, Eve rocked back on her heels and THWHUMPED it into Macy’s gut like a ten-foot steel battering ram!
“UUUUUGGGGGHHH BYTCH!” Macy scrabbled at the rungs, trying to get any sort of grip on oversized bludgeon. “You’re gonna RRRGGGHHH AAAAAAAAAWWWW STAAAHHP!”
Eve set the ladder down on a narrow side and puuuuuushed forward with all her weight, the Haunter of the Dark just smashing her foe’s belly and crotch with the top of the ladder! “Ohhh, can’t finish your candy?” Choldstone was utterly pitiless in her siege on the blonde’s aching undercarriage. “C’mon, don’t quit on me now, blondie!”
Releasing the chair lessened the pressure on Renquist quite a bit, but she was too winded to push it away or prevent Eve from grabbing a huge handful of hair. BWANG-BWANG-BWANG! The challenger bounced Macy’s noggin into the side of the ladder once, twice, thrice, then slid it away from her prey so she could haul Renquist to verticality. Turning the champ ‘round to better claim her back, Eve secured a Half Nelson on one arm and a Chickenwing on the other, meaning the Beach Blaster was defenseless when Choldstone got low and popped her hips to THAWHUMP Macy down on the back of her head and shoulders as victim of a Half & Half Suplex.
Renquist flopped onto her stomach and would’ve stayed there for a good long while if the vengeful Eve hadn’t helped herself to some hair and hauled her to her feet. A Toe Kick doubled her over, allowing the challenger to hook her right leg over the back of the blonde’s neck. Gripping Macy’s left wrist in her right hand, Choldstone yanked the limb away from Renquist’s body and used it as a lever to spin the Slappin’ Sensation over while simultaneously dropping to one knee for another hellacious impact to the base of her skull.
EVE OF DESTRUCTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSgc72MyrUw
Bounced into a stunned seat by the Eve of Destruction, Macy didn’t utter a peep when the black-hearted brunette stretched her out on the mat, she did however do a whole lotta squealing when Choldstone slid in and buried her from eyebrows to chin with a Reverse Face Sit! Catching Renquist’s flailing wrists in an instant, Eve stuffed them against the champion’s belly so she could control them one-handed, meaning she had one free to hold over her head for a fan-led ‘ONE! TWO! THREE!
That the count was unofficial didn’t matter to Eve in the slightest. All that mattered to her was the fact that she’d buried the face of the New Hotness beneath her ass en route to relieving her of the sub-125 gold. Relinquishing her mount with single slap to the blonde’s crotch, Eve muscled Macy to her feet, scooped her onto one shoulder and strutted to the nearest corner where she promptly strapped her to a Tree of Woe. “Hang around, won’t ya bytch?” Choldstone punched Renquist’s tummy just because she could. “I’ll have the ref cut ya down before the party really gets rolling.”
Macy made a halfhearted reach for the challenger and paid for it with a quite, spiteful grip on her trunks. With Renquist properly embarrassed and trussed, Eve returned to the ladder and went about setting it up, a task that took longer than she would’ve liked due to the amassed aches and pains of the battle thus far. Still, with no Beach Blaster to stop her, it wasn’t long before the Fallen Angel had it arranged directly beneath the swaying shadow of the Lightweight Championship.
Tapping a foot against the bottom rung to make sure the ladder was still structurally sound, Eve nodded her approval and started up the ladder. She made it halfway up without incident, but a rumbling murmur from the crowd drew her attention to Macy’s corner. The flash up apprehension she’d felt dissipated when realized that Renquist was still trapped in the Tree, though she was in the middle of *crunching* her way into a seat on the top turnbuckle. A quick glance between the corner and the ladder told Choldstone there was no way the Slappin’ Sensation could get free in time to halt her ascent so she resumed the climb until she was all of two rungs from the top.
One hand braced against the top, Eve reached up as high as she could and cursed when she realized the belt was still a hands breadth too far. Another roar from the fans, louder this time, gave the challenger all the motivation she needed to mount the penultimate step and-- BWANG-THRUUMM!
The ladder rocked like a ship in a gale when Macy (who’d mounted the far corner a heartbeat prior) stood up and goddamned tight rope walked out to the center, then leapt from the rubber-coated steel to the ladder in a single bound!
“CRAZY BYTCH!” Eve grabbed hold of the ladder and hunkered over to keep from losing her balance in the wake of the blonde’s feat of derring do. “WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DONNNGGGHH!”
Renquist scrambled up the rungs ‘til she was almost level with the brunette, then grabbed a huge handful of hair and crack-crack-CRAAACKED a trio of echoing Bytch Slaps offa Eve’s face! “Fightin’ for my title, sweetie.” Macy slapped Choldstone’s cheek a couple more times for good measure. “And slappin’ your face into the front NGH! NGH! NGH! NNNGGGHH!”
Eve countered with her own handful of hair, balled her other hand into a fist and smashed it against the blonde’s mouth half a dozen times before she decided to grrrrrrrrind it back ‘n forth across the top of the ladder! Using the brutal distraction to pop a discrete little capsule into her mouth, Eve bit down hard, then yanked Macy’s face up and ‘PfwooshCRAAACK!’
The Beach Blaster SLAPPED Choldstone hard enough to twist her head to the side, which meant the Black Mist spattered her cheek and one ear instead of her eyes! Eve gurgled, reached for Renquist’s face and hissed in disgust when the blonde snatched her wrist. Wrenching that arm across Eve’s throat in a sort of forward facing Cutthroat, Macy flattened her free hand into a paddle slap-slap-slap-slap-SLAPPED Choldstone’s face until the Haunter of the Dark lost her grip and-- Renquist sent her plummeting from the ladder to hit the deck with a ring-shivering THAWHAM!
“Fuuuuhhh… finish eatin’ that floor, baby.” Macy huffed at the prone challenger. “Because dessert’s coming up real quick.”
With that she climbed to the last rung, straightened up and tugged the strap loose and held it aloft while the bell CLANGED the match to a close.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and--”
Renquist tossed the belt aside, clambered over the top of the ladder, then leapt from the heights to OBLITERATE her defeated challenger with a sky high Splash! The impact shot Choldstone’s legs into the air, but Macy ignored them in favor of sitting up and settling in, the blonde’s buttocks engulfing Eve’s nose in a merciless Reverse Face Sit! As startled as the rest of the crowd by this unexpected piling on, the Announcer shook it off and resumed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
“Teach you to try to spit in my eyes.” Macy puffed as she began to swat her opponent’s tits from side to side. “Gonna rub that nasty shyt all over your face.”
And rub, or rather grind, she did, Renquist butt buffing Eve’s face to a shiny red and black sheen. Give the devil her due, Choldstone kicked and fought, the buried brunette clawing and pushing at Macy’s glutes in a desperate effort to end the--“MMMMRRRPPPHHH RRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Macy traded her slaps for claws, the Slappin’ Sensation enjoying a round of Trick ‘r Teat at the expense of Eve’s girls. “TAP OUT!” Renquist demanded of the squealing brunette. “Think you can pin my ass in the middle of this ring, you better tap out on it, baby! I said tap out!”
“FFRRRGGGHH!” Eve sought out some vengeance on the blonde’s modest bounty, treating Renquist’s rack to a couple malicious squeezes before the defiant champion tugged Eve’s top loose and twisssssssssssted her nipples between thumb and forefinger! “MMMMRRRRRRRGGGHHH!” Eve abandoned her own grip to SMACK the mat half a dozen times.
“Nuh-uh! loser’s penalty, Evie!” Renquist continued to twease and pluck despite the ‘submission’. “Hands on the mat until I say otherwise! Yeah, that’s right! Nice and flat now! Onnnnnne…. twooooooo… threeeee… foooouuuurrrr…FIVE! Cover up, loser!”
Renquist released the titty twister with a flourish, finally allowing the shuddering brunette to shield herself with a humbled hand-bra. Hands on her hips as she continued to swipe her undercarriage along Eve’s wheezing face, Macy made a little show of adjusting her own intact top before she reached down with one hand and patted Choldstone’s trunks. “Happy Halloween, honey! Come back for more whenever you want, something tells me I’ll love whipping your ass all year long!” Eve only offered a defeated snuffle, so Macy grabbed her discarded title and slung it over her shoulder so she could lay a possessive hand atop the faceplate while she continued to enjoy a hard earned champion’s perch.