Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 1:03:53 GMT
The swish of Jasmine Washington’s departure was still clear in the curtains atop the stage when the speakers kicked into the ominously catchy intro of I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s ‘Choke’.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
At ringside, the flustered Announcer hastily stuffed his notes in his pocket before he called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with confusion by venue and patrons alike, the former going full strobe light, the latter calling down a cacophonous mixture of cheers, jeers and genuine mystification. Adding to the giddy confusion was a pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of rainbow glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure holding a heavy black drawstring bag. “Good grief, some inconsiderate pet owner has left their dog doo all over ringside! I need to get it scraped up before the stain sets!”
Goodheart skipped down the ramp at top speed, the usually jocular weirdo ignoring all the extended hands (be they palms or middle fingers) to reach the squared circle as quickly as possible. Curving right at the foot of the ramp, she hurried right past the woozy ruin of Kylie Sanders in favor of the Timekeeper’s table, or rather, the Timekeeper himself, whom Violyt promptly dumped clean outta his comfortable rolling chair.
“My apologies sir, I’ve got a letter from the mayor giving me power of imminent domain over all office furniture. Don’t give me no lip or I might just bite it off!” The man had no intention of doing so, indeed he stayed silent while the Pink Stranger wheeled his stolen chair back to the flattened blonde.
“Kylie want uppies?” Goodheart hooked Sanders under the armpits and muscled her from the floor into the chair so roughly it almost tipped over backward! “No, no, none of that now! You need a good view of what’s gonna happen next! And since I know you can get kind of squeamish…” Violyt reached into the drawstring bag and pulled out a large roll of silver duct tape. Tugging the end of it away from the roll with her teeth, the Glittering Enigma sent to wrapping half a dozen lengths around Sanders’ forearms, effectively binding her in place! “Hmh, still got half a roll.” Goodheart said to no one in particular. “I know!” With that she dropped to one knee and went to work on Kylie’s boots, wrapping them over and over until there was no way the Iowan was going anywhere of her own volition.
“Whuuuh…. what that f*ck do you think you’re doMMMMRRRPPPPHHH!”
There was still plenty of tape despite Goodheart’s vigorous efforts, meaning she didn’t feel bad about the long strip she pressed across Kylie’s mouth!
“No talking during the show!” Violyt said with all seriousness. “But if what’s in the ring starts to frighten you, just keep repeating, it’s only a wrestling match, it’s only a wrestling match.” She patted Sanders’ cheek, then spun away and shot under the bottom rope to pop to verticality in the center of the squared circle.
For tonight’s battle against Kylie’s (silenced) hired gun, the girl with a good heart and bad intentions wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Happily singing along with her anthem, Violyt shook the excess glitter out of her hair, then peeled off her jacket and tossed it to Merle, who didn’t understand why they kept giving him Goodheart’s matches.
“Now Merle, I saw you looking at my present and I need to know you’re not gonna try to open it before it’s time. You’re wouldn’t do that, would you, Merle?”
“Ummmmhhhh, no Violyt.”
“I don’t like the sound of that ‘uuummmhh’, Merle. That’s the sort of sound that could get a zebra stabbed with a glass unicorn. You wouldn’t want that, right?”
“Not at all, Violyt.”
“So you’re not gonna open my present?”
“No Violyt.”
“That’s the sort of conviction I love to hear! Now c’mon ya big goof, inspect my boots! Lord knows what I might be trying to smuggle in there!”
The speakers started ticking down toward the imminent arrival of the Hawkeye’s mercenary before the ref could finish his task.
“And her opponent, hailing from New Haven Connecticut. She stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen she is the Silent Sage and one of FAWN’s Lost Daughters… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
The clock faded to a keening guitar riff as Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’ coursed through the arena bowl.
BULLET IN MY HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1KL5U-fyMc
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
Emerging from behind the curtain in simmering silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, as if to try and shut the lips of the jeering nincompoops and jabbering Pink Stranger. She lowered a thumb to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This earned her no new admirers, not that being a paid guerilla for FAWN’s Most Hated was likely to get you on a fan’s favorites list.
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Still, a few of the Daughter’s Lost Generation gave voice to the redhead’s arrival with a loud, hissing ‘SHHHHHHHHSSSHHH!’
Paying supporters and detractors, nor indeed her bound and gagged benefactor any mind, Rooney moved to the ring, stamped up the steps and climbed to a stance on the top turnbuckle. From the perch, she spread her arms wide, as if to take flight before dropping to the canvas with a ring-rattling thump.
For her match, the Muted Menace and long-ago Trophy Wife in Training wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Claudia’s ginger hair was fashioned in a long, slightly curved bob brushing the curves of her shoulders.
Rooney raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. She pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’s repeated the trick on her left arm, she stalked to her corner and acceded to Merle’s check, Claudia offering no witty repartee for the old zebra like her glitzy, ditzy counterpart.
Instead Rooney focused on the blonde across the ring, breaking her silence only to offer a curt “It’s only business, bytch” to the Glittering Enigma before Merle called for the bell.
The bell sounded and Claudia went straight to the center of the squared circle, the Lost Daughter clearly eager to claim Sanders’ bounty on the blonde psychopath. As for the psychopath in question, she hung in the buckles and looked down at FAWN’s Most Hated, Violyt clearly delighted by her tape-heavy handiwork. Taking a moment to wave to the bound londe, Goodheart set her sights on-- she twisted out of the way less than half a heartbeat before Rooney flew in with an Elbow Smash that THWHUMPED the top turnbuckle so recently occupied by her head!
“Where you goin’, weirdo?” Claudia bounced out of the corners and went after Goodheart, who’d backpedaled along the ropes. “I thought you loved to fight!”
“With Gretchen, maybe.” the Princess of Peaksville noted with obvious irritation. “Or Ginnifer. Or Tiffany. Or, oh, I don’t know, how many other partners have tossed you to the way--”
Rooney closed in with a lightning fast lunge that would’ve caught her a double handful of hair if Goodheart hadn’t twisted around behind her at the last possible second.
CLAP!
Violyt swatted Claudia’s rump with both hands, the surprise of it shooting the redhead up on tiptoe just long enough for the blonde to retreat to a safe distance. “Ooooohhhh, candy!” Violyt giggled when her opponent wheeled around. “So are you like a piñata or a single solid piece of--”
The Silent Siren came in low this time, Rooney looking to catch Goodheart around the knees with a Double Leg Takedown. This was a sound, albeit ultimately unsuccessful strategy because Violyt threw her hips back and hooked her left arm around Claudia’s noggin. In the same instant she laid out on her tummy which forced Rooney to do the same. Reaching under the redhead’s torso with her right arm, Goodheart locked her hands and tumbled several feet to the left before going back to the right in a textbook Gator Roll.
GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tsw-JCjzLE
It was more disorienting than painful, but Claudia didn’t like it one bit and she managed to land a few awkward punches to the blonde’s ribs while both wrestlers were stretched out flat. Landing these shots allowed Rooney to fight to her knees, but Goodheart rose with her and continued to yoke up on the Front Facelock. “Leggo of my head, bytch.” Claudia punctuated this demand with several more punches to the blonde’s tummy and flanks, these with quite a bit more ’oomph’ than her first barrage. “I mean it freak, don’t make me tell you HHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Violyt shifted to one knee and cranked up on the redhead’s neck until Claudia was slapping and tugging at her constricting forearm. “Tell me what?” Goodheart snickered. “The best way to tear your head offa your shoulders? I’ve got some pretty good ideas already, but I’m always open to fresh idrrrgggghhh. Oh, we’re exchanging wedgies? I see Kylie must‘ve paid for the Lost Daughters premium package!”
Rooney didn’t give a damn about an exchange, she just grabbed a handful of her blonde’s sparkly pink briefs and sawed ’em up between opposing cheeks!
“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring you one.” Goodheart admitted in a slightly embarrassed tone. “Let me see if I can improvise something…” Violyt pulled her right hand away from the Facelock, hooked four fingers into the leg-holes of Claudia’s black briefs and made the redhead squeak with an answering wedgie.
“Hey, not bad for something I just whipped up!” Goodheart giggled as she sawed the scant material from side to side. “Let’s see how it holds up at higher altitudes.”
Rooney didn’t much like the sound of that, but the Glittering Enigma had her hooked at each end and she couldn’t stop Violyt from returning them both to verticality shortly thereafter. Abandoning her own wedgie to deliver a round of even heavier punches to Goodheart’s ribs, Claudia paid for her pugilistic efforts via a quick Kneelift to the tummy! Still glommed on via Front Facelock and wedgie, Violyt dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the Lost Daughter up, over and DOWN with a quick Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyWBS0XMtZo
Feeling no particular urge to let her opponent loose when she had those hooks set nice and deep, Violyt kicked her legs up, then twisted her hips to roll both wrestlers onto their stomachs. From there she stood up with Rooney in tow and promptly returned the Quiet Riot to the deck with the second Snap Suplex in less than ten seconds. No one would argue that two was a very good number, yet it was common knowledge that bad luck came in threes, so it was no surprise to the FAWNatics that Goodheart repeated her earlier tactic to bring she and Claudia back to boot-leather for-- Rooney hooked a foot behind the blonde’s leg to keep Violyt from completing the trifecta.
“What’s all this?” Violyt didn’t bother to slip free of the redhead’s defense, instead she strengthened her grip on those distended trunks and sawed ‘em an inch or two higher. “You’re not worried about a third Suplex, are ya? I thought you took Kylie’s money to take the worst I could NGH! NGH! NGH! OOOFFFFHHH!”
Rooney couldn’t stand yielding so much territory in a Wedgie War, yet rather than do something about the deficit she pounded a handful of punches into the blonde’s flanks to soften her up for the subsequent Waistlock. Hands knotted tight, the Whist Warrior bridged backward to THWHUMP Goodheart full length against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a Northern Lights Suplex!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
On any other night Rooney would’ve maintained the bridge in search of a three count, but Sanders didn’t pay her to simply beat the head case, she was supposed to hurt the head case so she somersaulted over Violyt, popped to her feet and immediately tried to drive them through Goodheart’s chest with a huge Standing Double Stomp!
Tried being the operative word, as the Pink Stranger managed to barrel roll away from her rival’s boot-leather half a heartbeat before Claudia made contact. “Don’t run from me asshole, I’m not in the mood.” Rooney snapped at Goodheart after she’d made a couple major adjustments to her distended trunks.
“Oh, what tuff mercenary talk!” Violyt made to fix her own bottoms only flip a pair of birds to everyone on her six instead. “At least I think it’s tuff mercenary talk. Never had a prospective tag team partner put out a hit on me before, so this is all kind of new. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you said you weren’t in the mood. Does that mean you want me to pipe down while we wrestle or can I keep talking while I rip your face off?”
Claudia snorted, one corner of her mouth curling up in a cold smile. “I don’t care what the f*ck you do, as long as it’s not wasting my time.” she started to circle and Goodheart did the same, the pair of Lightweights increasing their pace as the gyre grew tighter and tighter. “But I do wonder if you’ll be able to keep up that cutesy patter when I’m breaking your fingers.”
“You’ll have to lock-up with me to find out.” Violyt chirped. “Can you do that, Claud? Or do you wanna tag out to Ginnifer inste--”
The Silent Siren threw herself at Goodheart and paid for the frontal assault with a Toe Kick that caught her flush in the navel. Catching hold of the redhead’s long locks as she doubled over, Violyt reeled the Lost Daughter into a Standing Headscissors, then SLAPPED Rooney’s backside before settling into a round of white-knuckled kneading!
“FARM HAND!” Goodheart chortled over the pleased rumble of the FAWNatics. “Wait, am I doing this right? Hey Kylie, am I doing this right or--”
Claudia pressed her hands to the blonde’s thighs and pushed out while simultaneously straightening up to toss the other wrestler into the lights with an improvised Back Body DroNO!
Violyt must’ve felt it coming because she added her own momentum to Rooney’s liftoff, thus ensuring that she landed on her feet instead of flat on her back. “Tah dah!” Goodheart called to the crowd. “Thank you, thank you, the next show will be at eleven and is twenty-one and up because I’ll be working a little bluNNNGGGHH!”
The Quiet Riot left the canvas in a high vertical leap that culminated in both boots THWHUMPING the back of Goodheart’s skull in a beautiful Dropkick! Violyt went down in a heap while Rooney landed on one knee, the Lost Daughter looking anything but as she plotted her next move.
Delighted that for the moment Goodheart was silenced, Rooney snatched the golden mane of the Pink Stranger. She ripped Violyt’s head off the canvas by her flaxen locks, curling the blonde’s spine in the process. In something of a takeoff of a Curbstomp, the Silent Siren placed a boot sole between the shoulderblades of the heretofore indie darling and sent her features CRASHING into the canvas, Violyt’s head violently bouncing off the thinly-covered plywood.
From the outside, Kylie struggled to loosen her silver bonds, the duct tape that surrounded her a dozen times over not showing any signs of loosening. Sanders mumbled through the piece covering her mouth. Claudia attempts to discern what her wallet might be saying but’s unable. She moved to the ropes, slid out, and dropped to the floor.
Reaching the now former Vanilla Chill, Claudia RIPPPPED off the tape, Kylie yelping in pain.
“DON’T STOP!” she screamed.
“Are you f’n kidding me?” Claudia responded. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?”
Rooney placed the tape back over Kylie’s lips, Sanders writhing in a fury over her mercenary putting the gag order back in place.
“It’s lucky your check already cleared, bytch,” the Quiet Riot mumbled over a shoulder, slipping back into the ring and racing at a rising but doubled Violyt. The redhead lifted her lead right leg and SLAMMED the underside down across the back of Goodheart’s skull with a brutal Axe Kick.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The Glittering Enigma was flattened to the canvas, apparently landing on her beak the way Violyt reacted, grasping at her proboscis with both hands.
“Aw, who knew you had it in you?” a nasal version of Goodheart’s cheery tone emerged from between her fingers. “I mean everyone knows I’m going to rip you apart and make you wish you were really lost.”
Living up to her modern-day monikers, the redhead didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she pulled a woozy Violyt to a seated position, took a seat behind her and pulled both arms toward her. Replacing her cupped hands with Scissoring legs that kept both of her opponents arms wrenched, Claudia secured a pretty Lotus, locking her ankles behind the neck of the Goodheart.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDZrlZttcsw
Rising on her forearms to increase the pressure, Rooney forced her legs forward, sending the blonde’s chin into her modest assets.
“Whaddya trying to tell me,” Violyt grunted, “I need a boob job? How very Trophy Wives of you.”
The Pink Stranger pushed against the Lotus, grimacing through the increased pressure to her neck to get her tail off the canvas and roll the Lost Daughter onto her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Claudia released her submission to shove a shoulder off the deck. She scrambled to her feet while an aching Violyt rolled her shoulders, trying to bring some feeling back.
Appearing more than a little unhappy at the continued upbeat manner of this bingo hall buffoon, the Quiet Riot broke her silence, pleading with the blonde to get off her ass and enlighten her with more of her witty repartee.
“If you insist.” Violyt groaned as she pushed to her feet, unaware Claudia’s climbed to the middle buckle and is waiting for her. As Goodheart turned, the Silent Siren took to the skies, leaping at a wide-eyed Violyt. The redhead snatched the head of the Glittering Enigma as she flew by a shoulder of her foe and RIPPED Violyt off her feet, punctuating Goodheart’s forehead to the canvas with her good Ol’ Ball and Chain.
OL’ BALL & CHAIN @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ax8dqvKBek
Finally, the indie weirdo turned FAWN scourge looked rocked as she flopped to her back from the impact, spread-eagled and staring blankly at the rafters. As the muffled support from her silvery-bobbed benefactor wafted over the squared circle, Claudia covered in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg. Beside them, Merle dropped to one knee and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
Violyt sat up and gave her noggin a shake, cloudy blue eyes clearing a bit.
“Maybe Gretchen was only five times better than you,” Goodheart chuckled softly, flustering the redhead further, Rooney already startled with how strongly her opponent escaped the pin-fall, and at a single count.
The Lost Daughter sneered at the woman who wanted to become the next and possibly last in a long line of partners for FAWN’s Most Hated. She slipped both sets of digits into the flaxen locks of Goodheart and YANKED Violyt to her feet tossing her to the side. The Pink Stranger staggered to the cables, falling just short of them onto her knees, her arms and chin flopping over the middle rope.
Instantly, Claudia was on her horse to the cables opposite the blonde, throwing her ivory frame into the rubber-coated steel and rebounding toward her target, ready to leave Violyt at the Altar.
LEFT AT THE ALTAR @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NH-o9U8G7-4
But as the redhead leapt between the ropes and swung back toward a boot-to-face meeting, the Glittering Enigma got her hands raised and blocked the blow.
Quickly rising to her feet, spider to fly, Violyt pulled Claudia’s body out from the ropes by the ankles, leaving her fully extended, the Silent Siren desperately grasping the middle ropes with both curled palms.
“You really shouldn’t treat my new partner so rudely,” Violyt informed Rooney, giving a wink at Kylie, the signal prompting Sanders to increase her struggle for freedom from the office chair, the furniture absently rolling halfway to the ring from the steel barricade as her exertions intensified. Noticing she’s approaching the action, the bound Hawkeye put boot soles to arena floor and propelled herself backward, the back of her chair banging against the metal behind her.
Message sent to her Corps commander, Goodheart tugged Rooney toward center stage, ripping her free of her moorings, Claudia’s spine and the back of her skull crashing to the deck.
With the redhead’s legs already in her possession, Violyt puckered at the wincing visage of the Lost Daughter. She dropped one then stepped in a scissoring circle around the other. Reacquiring the lost left, Violyt fashioned the stems into a figure four, locking the submission on with a look of consummate gratification.
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcUWDfOcOsw
But the Pink Stranger wasn’t done, bringing her own very special flavor to the torture by unlacing Rooney’s boot while the redhead howled in pain. After considerable industry, she pulled the footwear free, tossing Claudia’s boot aside.
“This little piggie…” Violyt said in the classic singsong tone. Goodheart violently twisted the last two toes, eliciting a screech from Claudia. “Not so silent, are we Siren?”
Rooney answered with a growled curse and a ferocious shake of her head, the latter intended to prevent Merle from asking what was no doubt a stupid question. Both responses seemed to please Goodheart, who shifted the focus of her small joint manipulation to the redhead’s big toe in what appeared a concentrated effort to snap it right the hell off!
“AAARRRGHH, YOU CRAZY BYTCH!” Claudia slammed a frustrated fist against the canvas. “LET GO OF MY GODDAMNED TOES!”
“Well, since you rhymed so nicely…”
The Princess of Peaksville did as Rooney requested, though this barely qualified as a boon because she promptly set both hands on the mat and boosted her butt up by a good six inches to greatly increase the torque on that stretched knee.
“What do you say, Claudia?” the ref asked once ten seconds crawled by with no signs of progress from the Lost Daughter. “Need to call it?”
“No.” she answered at once. “I’m not gonna tap out to some freak with a foot fetisOOOOHHHHH SHYYYYT!”
Visibly perturbed by the redhead’s slight, Goodheart returned her tush to the canvas, then gripped Claudia’s bare foot in both hands and jabbed her thumbs into that bare sole! Rooney reacted like she’d been touched with a live wire, indeed her thrashing was enough to rouse a ‘TAP!’ chant that lasted all of three iterations before Violyt relinquished the Figure Four without so much as a word.
Kicking Rooney’s liberated boot away before Merle could get his weirdo hands on it, Goodheart glanced over to Sanders and pointed two fingers in her direction, then swiveled them between the blondes to make sure the Iowan knew I’ve got my eyes on you!
Kylie squirmed in her seat and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like ‘Fhuuugggyoooo’. Whatever it was, the nonsense ensured Violyt was smiling widely when she plunged her hair into Claudia’s coppery locks and hoisted her to vertic--“OFH! OFH! OFH! NGGH!”
The Whist Warrior pounded a few punches into Goodheart’s tummy from one knee before she palmed a hip in either hand and THWHUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach! Violyt reeled on the spot without going anywhere thanks to Claudia’s hold on her hips, which shortly thereafter slid north to slip behind the blonde’s head. Rising at an angle so that her bowed head ended up wedged beneath Goodheart’s chin, Rooney sprang into the air and kicked her legs into a wide ‘V’ that ensured she landed on her butt in relative comfort whereas Violyt’s chin was almost stove in on the crown of her skull!
SPLIT-LEGGED JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=exZe4Ufoe8o
The Split-Legged Jawbreaker put Goodheart up on tiptoes, the startled blonde clutching her face in both hands as she turned away from the resurgent redhead. Rooney could’ve taken the opportunity to catch her breath but she declined because the money WAS good and more importantly, the freak made it personal when she f*cked with her boot. Stymieing Goodheart’s retreat with a rude Forearm Smash to the back of the head, Claudia slipped her head under the taller woman’s left arm and deftly hooked her right arm around Violyt’s left thigh. Just like that she hoisted Goodheart into the sky and--
The Glittering Enigma slipped free of her opponent’s grasp, the Teardrop Suplex coming up dry when she landed directly behind the startled grappler. Whipping around with her hands raised high, Rooney pounced on the blonde and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock--“OOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Goodheart endured the burn of Claudia’s claws just long enough to raise a foot and STAMP on her bare foot! Anything but silent at this point, the stumbling Siren hobbled around in a half circle and made for the ropes as quick as she cou--THWHACK! Violyt stutter-stepped after her and unleashed a Super Kick that crashed against the back of her foe’s skull! Claudia went down like a felled tree and Goodheart knelt beside her, the Pink Stranger seemingly contemplating the vagaries of the universe before she hooked the Half Nelson and rolled Rooney onto her back for a pin worthy of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia bridged onto tiptoe and the crown of her head to escape the cover with perhaps a whisper to spare. Pleased to see the game continue, Goodheart got to her feet and dragged Rooney up alongside, the pink-clad blonde hooking on at togs and tresses to ensure a minimum of fuss when she rushed Claudia to the ropes and hurled her up and over, the Lost Daughter landing on her back with a cringe-inducing THAWHAP!
“This is what your money’s getting you, friend-o!” Violyt explained to the Pleasant Valley Pariah after she’d slipped through the ropes to the floor. “A lousy return on your investment, trauma for Rooney-roo-roo and an elevated heart rate for me! Now if we’re being honest, I’m not going to complain about an elevated heart rate, but Claudia here…” Goodheart sank to one knee, rolled the redhead onto her stomach and buried a hand in her hair, all the better to show her face to Kylie, “…do you think SHE thinks it’s worth it?”
Sanders’ eyes narrowed as she muttered a curse and backpedaled / scooted away from the Pink Stranger.
Violyt’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m gettin’ reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaal tired of you wheeling away from me, Ky.” She glanced down to Claudia and now the smile was genuine. “But YOU, you’re very brave for a soulless mercenary! I hope Ginnifer appreciates that, especially since she’s gonna be down a stablemate here in the next few minutes. C’mon, gimme a hand, we’ll go find Kylie.”
Rooney wasn’t in any condition to resist, not that the mass of aches and pains kept her from groaning when Goodheart laid claim to her left wrist and used the grip to scrape her off the floor. Stretching the limb out full length, Violyt wrenched it in one, two, three big circles en route to THUMPING the redhead’s bicep down on her left shoulder no less than half a dozen times. Each impact brought them a step closer to Sanders, though they were still too far from FAWN’s Most Hated for Goodheart’s liking.
OVER THE SHOULDER ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekM8z_p4Jgk
To fix that disagreeable arrangement she stretched Claudia’s throbbing arm out full length and wrapped her right arm around the Silent Siren’s bicep while clamping down on that wrist with her other hand. “You know I hear broadcasts from the future from time to time?” Violyt asked as she yoked up on the joint-lock. “Heard one from Gordy just now, he said, Dear sweet lord, I think Goodheart just broke her shoulder! He’s wrong though. I’m only gonna separate your shoulder.” With that she took off at a dead sprint, Violyt closing on Kylie while setting Rooney up for a--
Claudia caught hold of Goodheart’s waistband and yanked up and to the right, a desperate, albeit rather strategic application of the wedgie in that it angled the blonde’s charge into nauseating gut-first collision with the ring apron! The impact wasn’t exactly pleasant for the redhead either, yet she managed to make things even worse for Violyt once she grabbed a double handful of hair and THWHONKED her forehead against the unforgiving edge over and over and over again!
“GHEDHER! GHEDHER! GHEDHER!” Sanders ordered the Lost Daughter even as Rooney pulled the gaping blonde clear of the ring and hooked an arm around her left thigh. Slinging Goodheart’s left arm across her shoulders, Claudia locked her hands against the inside of her opponent’s thigh, then boosted her up, over and down, Rooney earning muffled squeals from Kylie and sympathetic groans from the crowd when she THWHUMPED Violyt down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Teardrop Suplex!
TEARDROP SUPLEX @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ea0TgCd0o9g
Breathing hard, Claudia grit her teeth and rolled her shoulder in an effort to work out the worst of the pain. Finally turning her attention to Sanders’ insistent noises, the Whist Warrior stood up and trudged over to her employer. Setting her hands atop Kylie’s taped wrists, Rooney took a few deep breaths, then leaned down and said, “I swear to god, if you give me some stupid order when I take this tape off, I’ll make you eat the whole f*ckin’ roll, do you understand?”
“AHHH GAWWWWD!” Ky shrieked when Claudia stripped the tape from over Sanders’ lips. “Ya…ya…you’re doing great, “Kylie stammered. “Just wanted to tell you, you’re getting a bonus when you get the win. That’s all.”
Ky flexed her jaw and Rooney gave Sanders a love tap on the cheek.
“Good choice, Wonder Bread,” Claudia smiled, the new, J-Dogg-coined nickname clearly making its way through the locker room.
The Silent Siren limped to her flattened foe and scraped Violyt off the thinly-covered cement. Gripping the blonde by a wrist and shoulder, Rooney aimed her foe at the nearby ring steps.
“Don’t ever put another Lost Daughter’s name in your mouth again.”
The auburn-haired grappler threw Goodheart on her way, whipping her to the steel structure. The Pink Stranger barely had time to turn a shoulder into the metal before CLANKING into steps, dislodging the top half and sending it tumbling over.
Sanders shouted her satisfaction and Claudia wasn’t disappointed herself, walking to and stomping the pooled blonde with her booted foot.
“You don’t have any kind of magic,” Claudia growled. “You feel pain like everyone else.”
She grabbed Violyt by her golden mane and ripped the indie oddball to her feet, then RAMMED her forehead into the hardest part of the mat to punctuate the sentence.
Rooney steered Goodheart’s chin in her direction so she met the wobbling Violyt’s glazed eyes.
“True,” the blonde mumbles, “but I like it.”
A weary grin emerged when Goodheart snatched Claudia’s auburn locks and abruptly SLAMMED Rooney’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood a half-dozen times before tossing her back into the ring under the bottom rope.
The Glittering Enigma turned to a yapping Kylie, Sanders complaining about Goodheart’s grip on her mercenary’s hair moments earlier. Violyt put an index finger to pursed lips and Kylie fell silent.
“Good girl!” Goodheart said brightly. “And they say you never learn.”
Violyt rolled in after her foe, Claudia having used the extra seconds to struggle to one knee, blinking some of her senses back into place.
She didn’t find time to acquire enough as Goodheart raced at the Quiet Riot and NAILED her with a raised knee to the noggin, Rooney collapsing from the force of the blow after her head whiplashed away from the impact.
Out on her face and chest, Claudia’s clueless as the stalking blonde skidded to a stop and mounted the mercenary in a forward-facing, crouching straddle. But instead of pulling back and securing the redhead’s arms, Violyt used either index and middle fingers to fishhook the corners of Claudia’s maw. Goodheart violently YANKED back on either side, pulling Rooney’s head and neck toward her in a demented version of a Camel Clutch.
Squealing to life from the pain, Rooney writhed beneath the blonde, was ultimately punished for doing so with a THUMPING backside to the spine from her rider.
“It’s cute Kylie Bear said she’d give you a bonus when she knows you’re never going to see it.”
Violyt pulled back farther, giving Claudia a more pronounced and disturbing smile before deciding at least one set of those fingers could be used elsewhere. She halved the torture, instead sticking her right index and middle fingers in the redhead’s nostrils, now using them as a vicious handle.
Merle, having given as much leeway to Goodheart as he could to stay on her good side, finally started his count and a chirping Violyt relented, pulling her fingers free and pushing Claudia’s face to the canvas before scraping it back and forth across the abrasive surface.
At ‘FOUR’, Violyt raised her hands high and stood, leaving Claudia mewling on the deck, checking various places on her face. The blonde moved to Merle and gave him a supportive pat on the chest.
“You’re a good boy. Don’t let anybody tell you different.”
Violyt turned back to Rooney who’s pushed to hands and knees. She strode by the redhead, giving a pie-face to the back of Claudia’s skull while proceeding to the nearest set of buckles.
She nimbly climbed the corner and spun to face the rising Rooney. Unfortunately for the dazed Silent Siren, it’s in her six o’clock position. As she tried to find her foe, Goodheart launched from the blind side. Her knees and shins lead the way, CRUNCHING into the shoulderblades of the mercenary. The Princess of Peaksville rode Claudia to the canvas SMASHING Rooney’s features into the unforgiving mat with a version of her Smiley Facebuster, the meteora treating Claudia’s mug to another mugging.
On her knees, Violyt gave a flustered but reticent Sanders a wink then rolled Rooney to her back, covering her in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The erstwhile Trophy Wife shoved a shoulder up, perhaps out of reflex, perhaps out of competitiveness, perhaps out of a wish to collect her bonus. Whatever the reason, Goodheart seemed unperturbed, patting the Lost Daughter on the crown of her head.
“You’re so much fun,” Violyt exclaimed. “Kylie and I might have to take on your two cohorts when we get our team all straightened out and ready to go. But first we have things to discuss so if you don’t mind…”
Goodheart drew Rooney up as she rose, tugging the lowered noggin of the redhead into a Front Facelock. Violyt dipped her head under the opposite arm of her foe and latched onto the Rooney’s gear on the hip below, setting up a spinning Brainbuster to leave the Quiet Riot fully silenced for the evening.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER @ 1:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DWnEMJ6TwM
But before Violyt could get her foe lifted, Claudia fired a punt to the privates of the Glittering Enigma and any thought of lifting Rooney vanished. Goodheart’s legs gave a shimmy as her knees knocked together, her arms falling away from Claudia and reflexively moving to cover her center.
The Lost Daughter stepped back, drawing in several deep breaths. She closed, wrapping her arms around the hips of the blonde. With Goodheart frozen, perfect pearlies gritting in pain, Rooney lifted her foe and split her wickets again, this time with a more socially acceptable Inverted Atomic Drop.
Violyt bounced away from the collision in a 180-degree turn, hands diving deeper between her thighs, her face etched in pain, not a hint of the usual merriment. Still, she remained on her feet, trying to waddle away from the redhead behind her.
Not about to miss paying off her Honeymoon Hangover, Claudia sprinted past her assigned job and rebounded off the ropes. Finding a second wind, she raced at the blonde and leapt into a Lariat, nearly removing Goodheart’s head from her shoulders, sending the Glittering Enigma CRASHING to the canvas, Violyt ending in a pre-made cradle, cheeks pointed to the rafters.
Claudia scrambled to a seat atop the back of Goodheart’s raised legs, ready to end the smarks’ supposition Violyt had an answer for everything with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Goodheart’s able to ignore the throbbing between her stems. She sprang loose from under Rooney’s backside, hoisting Claudia to her feet with the spasm then flopping to her side, one hand still between her legs.
“PUT HER DOWN!” Kylie barked from her rolling perch outside. “FINISH HER OFF, SHE’S VULNERABLE!”
Making no effort to hide the roll of her eyes, Claudia buried both hands in Violyt’s hair and hauled her up alongside just to plow a Toe Kick into her belly. With the blonde doubled over, Rooney yanked her into a Standing Headscissors and slapped a Waistlock around her victim’s midsection. Just like that she flipped Goodheart ass over teakettle and dropped to a seat, a brutally simple Sit-Out Piledriver that put the crown of Violyt’s skull to the deck with a cringe-inducing THWHONK! Goodheart slopped out on hip and shoulder, didn’t so much as twitch until Claudia shoved her onto her back and collected the far leg in a snug Crossbody good for the…
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpCWxHbZAD0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Goodheart didn’t kick out, rather she forced the redhead to abandon her own cover by hooking a thumb into Rooney’s left nostril and yanking out!
“F*cking freak!” Claudia snorted in disgust as she rubbed at her stinging nose. “Ya want to play nasty? Bet I do it better than you.” Goodheart’s response was a syrupy little giggle that did nothing to improve the Lost Daughter’s perpetually foul mood. Upper lip curled back in a show of obvious disdain, Claudia snatched another double handful of hair and brazenly ‘shooooooshed’ Merle when he had the temerity to call her out for the infraction. Abandoning this grip to draw the blonde into one more Standing Headscissors, the Silent Siren hooked the Waistlock, then turned so that she and Goodheart’s rump were both pointed toward FAWN’s Most Hated.
“Thank you for choosing the Lost Daughters for all your mercenary needs. As a first time customer, please enjoy this free sample of our ‘preferred humiliation’ service at no additional charge.”
Sanders certainly enjoyed the sound of that, but she had no idea what it meant until Claudia scraped her nails over Violyt’s glutes, the better to hook those pink briefs and YANK them up ‘n out in a scandalous wedgie! The Glittering Enigma let out a warbling wail mostly lost in the confines of Rooney’s gams, however the ‘ooooohs’ of the crowd were perfectly audible when the redhead cinched her arms around the weirdo’s waist and muscled her onto her shoulders. No theatrics now, just a moment of stillness before Claudia tossed / dropped Goodheart into a breathtaking freefall, the sort of descent that ended with Violyt THAWHAMMING down flat on her back!
RELEASE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEM-npNnrVE
Goodheart’s legs kicked up high enough for Rooney to collect them in a pin, instead she nudged them aside and hurried to the ropes offa the blonde’s right flank. Reaching the apron in a single bound, Claudia caught the top strand in both hands, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and launched into the lights, the Whist Warrior curling into a snug ball for a full four-hundred and fifty degrees worth of sternum-shattering Spla--“HUUUUUFFFFHH!” The air went out of Sanders and Rooney at the same time, though for the former it was entirely figurative and the latter much more literal as she came down full force on Violyt’s upraised knees!
Claudia bounced away in breathless agony, both arms strapped tight over her roiling midsection while Goodheart, albeit clearly a bit worse for wear, sported a crooked smile that suggested an almost manic delight. On her feet a few seconds later, the Pink Stranger walked up behind Rooney, crouched down and very casually raaaaaaaaked her eyes!
“Make her stop, ref!” Kylie demanded. “That shyt’s illegal!”
“As if he could stop me.” Violyt giggled. “And really, don’t try to deflect. Everyone knows you’re responsible for what happens next.”
On that ominous prophecy she traded out her face mangling for a loose Waistlock to get Rooney back on her feet. Still smiling at the Pleasant Valley Pariah, Violyt charged the ropes nearest the Iowan to ‘twang’ Claudia chest-first against the rubber-coated steel. Using this innate springiness to bounce both ladies back to the middle of the squared circle, Goodheart dropped into a squat and tumbled into an O’Connor Roll that might’ve resulted in a three count if Violyt hadn’t somersaulted back to boot-leather, then popped her hips and peeled off a gorgeous bridge to THA-WHAM Rooney down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! This particular variation of the German Suplex was most commonly known as The Chaos Theory, but longtime FAWNatics (and a certain blonde at ringside) knew it as the ‘Over & Done’. Indeed, Rooney appeared a perfect example of both conditions when Merle swooped in beside the action and counted off…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt pushed out of the bridge to somersault over the redhead which in turn allowed her to haul Claudia to verticality. From there she spun her foe around, dropped a shoulder and slipped that arm through Rooney’s legs to boost her up in a Fireman’s Carry.
“Don’t you dare!” Kylie tried to pull her way out of that damned seat, only succeeded in rocking back and forth. “That’s MINE, stay away from it you fre--”
Violyt popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THWONK the base of her opponent’s head and neck into the deck with a picture-perfect Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DD0EepYkIwY
Rooney bounced to an insensate seat, then slopped out flat and would’ve stayed there if the Pink Stranger hadn’t cupped both ears and hauled her to her feet in stages. “How much merchandise money did you waste tonight, Ky?” Goodheart asked the FAWN Original once she’d drawn Claudia into a Standing Headscissors. “How much more are you willing to waste? And who will want to spend it after I leave two or three mangled mercs on your doorstep?”
Kylie had no answer for that and Violyt wasn’t keen to wait her out so she bent her knees and lifted / flipped the Silent Siren onto her shoulders. It could’ve been a retaliatory Powerbomb, but everyone the Princess of Peaksville had something different in mind. Exactly how different came to life when Goodheart slung her down and simultaneously laid out on her back while raising both knees to chest level. Claudia TWHUNKED down atop those posted joints, her defenseless lower back damn near impaled by the vicious good humor of Unicorns & Rainbows! Rooney bounced / slid away from the collision, the recently rowdy redhead showing all the fight of a broken marionette as Violyt crawled into place beside her and planted a shin across her jaw. Staring a hole through the Pleasant Valley Pariah, Violyt pressed her palms to Claudia’s shoulders to ensure there was no way she’d get a shoulder off the mat before Merle tolled off…
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxrFuJNrKCQ
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Glittering Enigma smiled and flipped hair out of her eyes, though she made no effort to relinquish the pin despite the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Still mounted on the flattened Daughter, Violyt slipped two fingers into her nearest boot and earned a troubled ‘oooooooohhhh’ from the fans when she produced a small cake fork.
Merle saw the glitter of it and bless his brave, foolish heart, he stepped in front of his charge and asked, “What’re you doing with that fork, Violyt?”
“Why, I’m gonna have dessert, of course!”
The fact that she was looking at Kylie when she said this did nothing to assuage the zebra’s worries. “Now, you know I can’t let you do that.”
“Why Merle, don’t you trust me?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Goodheart’s eyes gleamed. “That’s the smartest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. And I like to reward personal growth, so here’s what I’ll do.” she offered him the fork and after a moment’s hesitation, Merle took it. “You hold onto that for now, that way I can’t gorge myself on dessert in one sitting. But just know that I WILL come to find it before the end of the night. And if you don’t have it, do you know what I might do?”
“Ummmmhhhh, no I don’t.”
“And neither do I.” Violyt admitted. “That should scare you.”
It did, but Merle didn’t get a chance to admit it before Goodheart dipped out of the ring and skipped over to Kylie.
“So.” she said. “Claudia didn’t work out. Are you ready to be my partner or do you wanna keep playing Sisyphus with poor, greedy idiots?”
“You crazy bytch, I’d crawl back to Jasmine on my hands and knees before I’d ever align with you.” Sanders said in a hoarse whisper.
“You may just have to.” Violyt answered softly. “You may have to do ALL SORTS of things you never imagined before you make the right decision. “But you will make the right decision, Kylie. You’ll do it, or you’ll die trying.”
Smiling wider than ever, Goodheart ‘booped’ the be-taped blonde on the nose, then waved goodbye and skipped up the ramp to leave nothing but confusion and devastation in her wake.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
At ringside, the flustered Announcer hastily stuffed his notes in his pocket before he called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
This proclamation was greeted with confusion by venue and patrons alike, the former going full strobe light, the latter calling down a cacophonous mixture of cheers, jeers and genuine mystification. Adding to the giddy confusion was a pair of cannons arranged on either side of the stage, both of which fired off massive clouds of rainbow glitter at the start of the chorus! From the center of this multicolored maelstrom emerged a surprisingly dainty figure holding a heavy black drawstring bag. “Good grief, some inconsiderate pet owner has left their dog doo all over ringside! I need to get it scraped up before the stain sets!”
Goodheart skipped down the ramp at top speed, the usually jocular weirdo ignoring all the extended hands (be they palms or middle fingers) to reach the squared circle as quickly as possible. Curving right at the foot of the ramp, she hurried right past the woozy ruin of Kylie Sanders in favor of the Timekeeper’s table, or rather, the Timekeeper himself, whom Violyt promptly dumped clean outta his comfortable rolling chair.
“My apologies sir, I’ve got a letter from the mayor giving me power of imminent domain over all office furniture. Don’t give me no lip or I might just bite it off!” The man had no intention of doing so, indeed he stayed silent while the Pink Stranger wheeled his stolen chair back to the flattened blonde.
“Kylie want uppies?” Goodheart hooked Sanders under the armpits and muscled her from the floor into the chair so roughly it almost tipped over backward! “No, no, none of that now! You need a good view of what’s gonna happen next! And since I know you can get kind of squeamish…” Violyt reached into the drawstring bag and pulled out a large roll of silver duct tape. Tugging the end of it away from the roll with her teeth, the Glittering Enigma sent to wrapping half a dozen lengths around Sanders’ forearms, effectively binding her in place! “Hmh, still got half a roll.” Goodheart said to no one in particular. “I know!” With that she dropped to one knee and went to work on Kylie’s boots, wrapping them over and over until there was no way the Iowan was going anywhere of her own volition.
“Whuuuh…. what that f*ck do you think you’re doMMMMRRRPPPPHHH!”
There was still plenty of tape despite Goodheart’s vigorous efforts, meaning she didn’t feel bad about the long strip she pressed across Kylie’s mouth!
“No talking during the show!” Violyt said with all seriousness. “But if what’s in the ring starts to frighten you, just keep repeating, it’s only a wrestling match, it’s only a wrestling match.” She patted Sanders’ cheek, then spun away and shot under the bottom rope to pop to verticality in the center of the squared circle.
For tonight’s battle against Kylie’s (silenced) hired gun, the girl with a good heart and bad intentions wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Happily singing along with her anthem, Violyt shook the excess glitter out of her hair, then peeled off her jacket and tossed it to Merle, who didn’t understand why they kept giving him Goodheart’s matches.
“Now Merle, I saw you looking at my present and I need to know you’re not gonna try to open it before it’s time. You’re wouldn’t do that, would you, Merle?”
“Ummmmhhhh, no Violyt.”
“I don’t like the sound of that ‘uuummmhh’, Merle. That’s the sort of sound that could get a zebra stabbed with a glass unicorn. You wouldn’t want that, right?”
“Not at all, Violyt.”
“So you’re not gonna open my present?”
“No Violyt.”
“That’s the sort of conviction I love to hear! Now c’mon ya big goof, inspect my boots! Lord knows what I might be trying to smuggle in there!”
The speakers started ticking down toward the imminent arrival of the Hawkeye’s mercenary before the ref could finish his task.
“And her opponent, hailing from New Haven Connecticut. She stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen she is the Silent Sage and one of FAWN’s Lost Daughters… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
The clock faded to a keening guitar riff as Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’ coursed through the arena bowl.
BULLET IN MY HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q1KL5U-fyMc
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
Emerging from behind the curtain in simmering silence, Claudia Rooney raised an index finger to her lips, as if to try and shut the lips of the jeering nincompoops and jabbering Pink Stranger. She lowered a thumb to her throat and pulled the ’blade’ across in a violent slash. This earned her no new admirers, not that being a paid guerilla for FAWN’s Most Hated was likely to get you on a fan’s favorites list.
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Still, a few of the Daughter’s Lost Generation gave voice to the redhead’s arrival with a loud, hissing ‘SHHHHHHHHSSSHHH!’
Paying supporters and detractors, nor indeed her bound and gagged benefactor any mind, Rooney moved to the ring, stamped up the steps and climbed to a stance on the top turnbuckle. From the perch, she spread her arms wide, as if to take flight before dropping to the canvas with a ring-rattling thump.
For her match, the Muted Menace and long-ago Trophy Wife in Training wore a sturdy black two-piece with hot pink flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a matching red, a perfect complement for the chunky bands adorning each wrist. Claudia’s ginger hair was fashioned in a long, slightly curved bob brushing the curves of her shoulders.
Rooney raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. She pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’s repeated the trick on her left arm, she stalked to her corner and acceded to Merle’s check, Claudia offering no witty repartee for the old zebra like her glitzy, ditzy counterpart.
Instead Rooney focused on the blonde across the ring, breaking her silence only to offer a curt “It’s only business, bytch” to the Glittering Enigma before Merle called for the bell.
The bell sounded and Claudia went straight to the center of the squared circle, the Lost Daughter clearly eager to claim Sanders’ bounty on the blonde psychopath. As for the psychopath in question, she hung in the buckles and looked down at FAWN’s Most Hated, Violyt clearly delighted by her tape-heavy handiwork. Taking a moment to wave to the bound londe, Goodheart set her sights on-- she twisted out of the way less than half a heartbeat before Rooney flew in with an Elbow Smash that THWHUMPED the top turnbuckle so recently occupied by her head!
“Where you goin’, weirdo?” Claudia bounced out of the corners and went after Goodheart, who’d backpedaled along the ropes. “I thought you loved to fight!”
“With Gretchen, maybe.” the Princess of Peaksville noted with obvious irritation. “Or Ginnifer. Or Tiffany. Or, oh, I don’t know, how many other partners have tossed you to the way--”
Rooney closed in with a lightning fast lunge that would’ve caught her a double handful of hair if Goodheart hadn’t twisted around behind her at the last possible second.
CLAP!
Violyt swatted Claudia’s rump with both hands, the surprise of it shooting the redhead up on tiptoe just long enough for the blonde to retreat to a safe distance. “Ooooohhhh, candy!” Violyt giggled when her opponent wheeled around. “So are you like a piñata or a single solid piece of--”
The Silent Siren came in low this time, Rooney looking to catch Goodheart around the knees with a Double Leg Takedown. This was a sound, albeit ultimately unsuccessful strategy because Violyt threw her hips back and hooked her left arm around Claudia’s noggin. In the same instant she laid out on her tummy which forced Rooney to do the same. Reaching under the redhead’s torso with her right arm, Goodheart locked her hands and tumbled several feet to the left before going back to the right in a textbook Gator Roll.
GATOR ROLL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tsw-JCjzLE
It was more disorienting than painful, but Claudia didn’t like it one bit and she managed to land a few awkward punches to the blonde’s ribs while both wrestlers were stretched out flat. Landing these shots allowed Rooney to fight to her knees, but Goodheart rose with her and continued to yoke up on the Front Facelock. “Leggo of my head, bytch.” Claudia punctuated this demand with several more punches to the blonde’s tummy and flanks, these with quite a bit more ’oomph’ than her first barrage. “I mean it freak, don’t make me tell you HHHRRRRGGGHHH!”
Violyt shifted to one knee and cranked up on the redhead’s neck until Claudia was slapping and tugging at her constricting forearm. “Tell me what?” Goodheart snickered. “The best way to tear your head offa your shoulders? I’ve got some pretty good ideas already, but I’m always open to fresh idrrrgggghhh. Oh, we’re exchanging wedgies? I see Kylie must‘ve paid for the Lost Daughters premium package!”
Rooney didn’t give a damn about an exchange, she just grabbed a handful of her blonde’s sparkly pink briefs and sawed ’em up between opposing cheeks!
“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring you one.” Goodheart admitted in a slightly embarrassed tone. “Let me see if I can improvise something…” Violyt pulled her right hand away from the Facelock, hooked four fingers into the leg-holes of Claudia’s black briefs and made the redhead squeak with an answering wedgie.
“Hey, not bad for something I just whipped up!” Goodheart giggled as she sawed the scant material from side to side. “Let’s see how it holds up at higher altitudes.”
Rooney didn’t much like the sound of that, but the Glittering Enigma had her hooked at each end and she couldn’t stop Violyt from returning them both to verticality shortly thereafter. Abandoning her own wedgie to deliver a round of even heavier punches to Goodheart’s ribs, Claudia paid for her pugilistic efforts via a quick Kneelift to the tummy! Still glommed on via Front Facelock and wedgie, Violyt dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the Lost Daughter up, over and DOWN with a quick Snap Suplex!
SNAP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyWBS0XMtZo
Feeling no particular urge to let her opponent loose when she had those hooks set nice and deep, Violyt kicked her legs up, then twisted her hips to roll both wrestlers onto their stomachs. From there she stood up with Rooney in tow and promptly returned the Quiet Riot to the deck with the second Snap Suplex in less than ten seconds. No one would argue that two was a very good number, yet it was common knowledge that bad luck came in threes, so it was no surprise to the FAWNatics that Goodheart repeated her earlier tactic to bring she and Claudia back to boot-leather for-- Rooney hooked a foot behind the blonde’s leg to keep Violyt from completing the trifecta.
“What’s all this?” Violyt didn’t bother to slip free of the redhead’s defense, instead she strengthened her grip on those distended trunks and sawed ‘em an inch or two higher. “You’re not worried about a third Suplex, are ya? I thought you took Kylie’s money to take the worst I could NGH! NGH! NGH! OOOFFFFHHH!”
Rooney couldn’t stand yielding so much territory in a Wedgie War, yet rather than do something about the deficit she pounded a handful of punches into the blonde’s flanks to soften her up for the subsequent Waistlock. Hands knotted tight, the Whist Warrior bridged backward to THWHUMP Goodheart full length against the canvas-sheathed plywood with a Northern Lights Suplex!
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvQPd3nU5ek
On any other night Rooney would’ve maintained the bridge in search of a three count, but Sanders didn’t pay her to simply beat the head case, she was supposed to hurt the head case so she somersaulted over Violyt, popped to her feet and immediately tried to drive them through Goodheart’s chest with a huge Standing Double Stomp!
Tried being the operative word, as the Pink Stranger managed to barrel roll away from her rival’s boot-leather half a heartbeat before Claudia made contact. “Don’t run from me asshole, I’m not in the mood.” Rooney snapped at Goodheart after she’d made a couple major adjustments to her distended trunks.
“Oh, what tuff mercenary talk!” Violyt made to fix her own bottoms only flip a pair of birds to everyone on her six instead. “At least I think it’s tuff mercenary talk. Never had a prospective tag team partner put out a hit on me before, so this is all kind of new. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you said you weren’t in the mood. Does that mean you want me to pipe down while we wrestle or can I keep talking while I rip your face off?”
Claudia snorted, one corner of her mouth curling up in a cold smile. “I don’t care what the f*ck you do, as long as it’s not wasting my time.” she started to circle and Goodheart did the same, the pair of Lightweights increasing their pace as the gyre grew tighter and tighter. “But I do wonder if you’ll be able to keep up that cutesy patter when I’m breaking your fingers.”
“You’ll have to lock-up with me to find out.” Violyt chirped. “Can you do that, Claud? Or do you wanna tag out to Ginnifer inste--”
The Silent Siren threw herself at Goodheart and paid for the frontal assault with a Toe Kick that caught her flush in the navel. Catching hold of the redhead’s long locks as she doubled over, Violyt reeled the Lost Daughter into a Standing Headscissors, then SLAPPED Rooney’s backside before settling into a round of white-knuckled kneading!
“FARM HAND!” Goodheart chortled over the pleased rumble of the FAWNatics. “Wait, am I doing this right? Hey Kylie, am I doing this right or--”
Claudia pressed her hands to the blonde’s thighs and pushed out while simultaneously straightening up to toss the other wrestler into the lights with an improvised Back Body DroNO!
Violyt must’ve felt it coming because she added her own momentum to Rooney’s liftoff, thus ensuring that she landed on her feet instead of flat on her back. “Tah dah!” Goodheart called to the crowd. “Thank you, thank you, the next show will be at eleven and is twenty-one and up because I’ll be working a little bluNNNGGGHH!”
The Quiet Riot left the canvas in a high vertical leap that culminated in both boots THWHUMPING the back of Goodheart’s skull in a beautiful Dropkick! Violyt went down in a heap while Rooney landed on one knee, the Lost Daughter looking anything but as she plotted her next move.
Delighted that for the moment Goodheart was silenced, Rooney snatched the golden mane of the Pink Stranger. She ripped Violyt’s head off the canvas by her flaxen locks, curling the blonde’s spine in the process. In something of a takeoff of a Curbstomp, the Silent Siren placed a boot sole between the shoulderblades of the heretofore indie darling and sent her features CRASHING into the canvas, Violyt’s head violently bouncing off the thinly-covered plywood.
From the outside, Kylie struggled to loosen her silver bonds, the duct tape that surrounded her a dozen times over not showing any signs of loosening. Sanders mumbled through the piece covering her mouth. Claudia attempts to discern what her wallet might be saying but’s unable. She moved to the ropes, slid out, and dropped to the floor.
Reaching the now former Vanilla Chill, Claudia RIPPPPED off the tape, Kylie yelping in pain.
“DON’T STOP!” she screamed.
“Are you f’n kidding me?” Claudia responded. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?”
Rooney placed the tape back over Kylie’s lips, Sanders writhing in a fury over her mercenary putting the gag order back in place.
“It’s lucky your check already cleared, bytch,” the Quiet Riot mumbled over a shoulder, slipping back into the ring and racing at a rising but doubled Violyt. The redhead lifted her lead right leg and SLAMMED the underside down across the back of Goodheart’s skull with a brutal Axe Kick.
AXE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAH-wewNbjA
The Glittering Enigma was flattened to the canvas, apparently landing on her beak the way Violyt reacted, grasping at her proboscis with both hands.
“Aw, who knew you had it in you?” a nasal version of Goodheart’s cheery tone emerged from between her fingers. “I mean everyone knows I’m going to rip you apart and make you wish you were really lost.”
Living up to her modern-day monikers, the redhead didn’t respond verbally. Instead, she pulled a woozy Violyt to a seated position, took a seat behind her and pulled both arms toward her. Replacing her cupped hands with Scissoring legs that kept both of her opponents arms wrenched, Claudia secured a pretty Lotus, locking her ankles behind the neck of the Goodheart.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDZrlZttcsw
Rising on her forearms to increase the pressure, Rooney forced her legs forward, sending the blonde’s chin into her modest assets.
“Whaddya trying to tell me,” Violyt grunted, “I need a boob job? How very Trophy Wives of you.”
The Pink Stranger pushed against the Lotus, grimacing through the increased pressure to her neck to get her tail off the canvas and roll the Lost Daughter onto her shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Claudia released her submission to shove a shoulder off the deck. She scrambled to her feet while an aching Violyt rolled her shoulders, trying to bring some feeling back.
Appearing more than a little unhappy at the continued upbeat manner of this bingo hall buffoon, the Quiet Riot broke her silence, pleading with the blonde to get off her ass and enlighten her with more of her witty repartee.
“If you insist.” Violyt groaned as she pushed to her feet, unaware Claudia’s climbed to the middle buckle and is waiting for her. As Goodheart turned, the Silent Siren took to the skies, leaping at a wide-eyed Violyt. The redhead snatched the head of the Glittering Enigma as she flew by a shoulder of her foe and RIPPED Violyt off her feet, punctuating Goodheart’s forehead to the canvas with her good Ol’ Ball and Chain.
OL’ BALL & CHAIN @ 00:54
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ax8dqvKBek
Finally, the indie weirdo turned FAWN scourge looked rocked as she flopped to her back from the impact, spread-eagled and staring blankly at the rafters. As the muffled support from her silvery-bobbed benefactor wafted over the squared circle, Claudia covered in a Lateral Press, hooking a leg. Beside them, Merle dropped to one knee and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
Violyt sat up and gave her noggin a shake, cloudy blue eyes clearing a bit.
“Maybe Gretchen was only five times better than you,” Goodheart chuckled softly, flustering the redhead further, Rooney already startled with how strongly her opponent escaped the pin-fall, and at a single count.
The Lost Daughter sneered at the woman who wanted to become the next and possibly last in a long line of partners for FAWN’s Most Hated. She slipped both sets of digits into the flaxen locks of Goodheart and YANKED Violyt to her feet tossing her to the side. The Pink Stranger staggered to the cables, falling just short of them onto her knees, her arms and chin flopping over the middle rope.
Instantly, Claudia was on her horse to the cables opposite the blonde, throwing her ivory frame into the rubber-coated steel and rebounding toward her target, ready to leave Violyt at the Altar.
LEFT AT THE ALTAR @ 00:50
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NH-o9U8G7-4
But as the redhead leapt between the ropes and swung back toward a boot-to-face meeting, the Glittering Enigma got her hands raised and blocked the blow.
Quickly rising to her feet, spider to fly, Violyt pulled Claudia’s body out from the ropes by the ankles, leaving her fully extended, the Silent Siren desperately grasping the middle ropes with both curled palms.
“You really shouldn’t treat my new partner so rudely,” Violyt informed Rooney, giving a wink at Kylie, the signal prompting Sanders to increase her struggle for freedom from the office chair, the furniture absently rolling halfway to the ring from the steel barricade as her exertions intensified. Noticing she’s approaching the action, the bound Hawkeye put boot soles to arena floor and propelled herself backward, the back of her chair banging against the metal behind her.
Message sent to her Corps commander, Goodheart tugged Rooney toward center stage, ripping her free of her moorings, Claudia’s spine and the back of her skull crashing to the deck.
With the redhead’s legs already in her possession, Violyt puckered at the wincing visage of the Lost Daughter. She dropped one then stepped in a scissoring circle around the other. Reacquiring the lost left, Violyt fashioned the stems into a figure four, locking the submission on with a look of consummate gratification.
FIGURE FOUR LEG-LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcUWDfOcOsw
But the Pink Stranger wasn’t done, bringing her own very special flavor to the torture by unlacing Rooney’s boot while the redhead howled in pain. After considerable industry, she pulled the footwear free, tossing Claudia’s boot aside.
“This little piggie…” Violyt said in the classic singsong tone. Goodheart violently twisted the last two toes, eliciting a screech from Claudia. “Not so silent, are we Siren?”
Rooney answered with a growled curse and a ferocious shake of her head, the latter intended to prevent Merle from asking what was no doubt a stupid question. Both responses seemed to please Goodheart, who shifted the focus of her small joint manipulation to the redhead’s big toe in what appeared a concentrated effort to snap it right the hell off!
“AAARRRGHH, YOU CRAZY BYTCH!” Claudia slammed a frustrated fist against the canvas. “LET GO OF MY GODDAMNED TOES!”
“Well, since you rhymed so nicely…”
The Princess of Peaksville did as Rooney requested, though this barely qualified as a boon because she promptly set both hands on the mat and boosted her butt up by a good six inches to greatly increase the torque on that stretched knee.
“What do you say, Claudia?” the ref asked once ten seconds crawled by with no signs of progress from the Lost Daughter. “Need to call it?”
“No.” she answered at once. “I’m not gonna tap out to some freak with a foot fetisOOOOHHHHH SHYYYYT!”
Visibly perturbed by the redhead’s slight, Goodheart returned her tush to the canvas, then gripped Claudia’s bare foot in both hands and jabbed her thumbs into that bare sole! Rooney reacted like she’d been touched with a live wire, indeed her thrashing was enough to rouse a ‘TAP!’ chant that lasted all of three iterations before Violyt relinquished the Figure Four without so much as a word.
Kicking Rooney’s liberated boot away before Merle could get his weirdo hands on it, Goodheart glanced over to Sanders and pointed two fingers in her direction, then swiveled them between the blondes to make sure the Iowan knew I’ve got my eyes on you!
Kylie squirmed in her seat and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like ‘Fhuuugggyoooo’. Whatever it was, the nonsense ensured Violyt was smiling widely when she plunged her hair into Claudia’s coppery locks and hoisted her to vertic--“OFH! OFH! OFH! NGGH!”
The Whist Warrior pounded a few punches into Goodheart’s tummy from one knee before she palmed a hip in either hand and THWHUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach! Violyt reeled on the spot without going anywhere thanks to Claudia’s hold on her hips, which shortly thereafter slid north to slip behind the blonde’s head. Rising at an angle so that her bowed head ended up wedged beneath Goodheart’s chin, Rooney sprang into the air and kicked her legs into a wide ‘V’ that ensured she landed on her butt in relative comfort whereas Violyt’s chin was almost stove in on the crown of her skull!
SPLIT-LEGGED JAWBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=exZe4Ufoe8o
The Split-Legged Jawbreaker put Goodheart up on tiptoes, the startled blonde clutching her face in both hands as she turned away from the resurgent redhead. Rooney could’ve taken the opportunity to catch her breath but she declined because the money WAS good and more importantly, the freak made it personal when she f*cked with her boot. Stymieing Goodheart’s retreat with a rude Forearm Smash to the back of the head, Claudia slipped her head under the taller woman’s left arm and deftly hooked her right arm around Violyt’s left thigh. Just like that she hoisted Goodheart into the sky and--
The Glittering Enigma slipped free of her opponent’s grasp, the Teardrop Suplex coming up dry when she landed directly behind the startled grappler. Whipping around with her hands raised high, Rooney pounced on the blonde and swept her into a Collar & Elbow Lock--“OOOWWWW BYTCH!”
Goodheart endured the burn of Claudia’s claws just long enough to raise a foot and STAMP on her bare foot! Anything but silent at this point, the stumbling Siren hobbled around in a half circle and made for the ropes as quick as she cou--THWHACK! Violyt stutter-stepped after her and unleashed a Super Kick that crashed against the back of her foe’s skull! Claudia went down like a felled tree and Goodheart knelt beside her, the Pink Stranger seemingly contemplating the vagaries of the universe before she hooked the Half Nelson and rolled Rooney onto her back for a pin worthy of the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Claudia bridged onto tiptoe and the crown of her head to escape the cover with perhaps a whisper to spare. Pleased to see the game continue, Goodheart got to her feet and dragged Rooney up alongside, the pink-clad blonde hooking on at togs and tresses to ensure a minimum of fuss when she rushed Claudia to the ropes and hurled her up and over, the Lost Daughter landing on her back with a cringe-inducing THAWHAP!
“This is what your money’s getting you, friend-o!” Violyt explained to the Pleasant Valley Pariah after she’d slipped through the ropes to the floor. “A lousy return on your investment, trauma for Rooney-roo-roo and an elevated heart rate for me! Now if we’re being honest, I’m not going to complain about an elevated heart rate, but Claudia here…” Goodheart sank to one knee, rolled the redhead onto her stomach and buried a hand in her hair, all the better to show her face to Kylie, “…do you think SHE thinks it’s worth it?”
Sanders’ eyes narrowed as she muttered a curse and backpedaled / scooted away from the Pink Stranger.
Violyt’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m gettin’ reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaal tired of you wheeling away from me, Ky.” She glanced down to Claudia and now the smile was genuine. “But YOU, you’re very brave for a soulless mercenary! I hope Ginnifer appreciates that, especially since she’s gonna be down a stablemate here in the next few minutes. C’mon, gimme a hand, we’ll go find Kylie.”
Rooney wasn’t in any condition to resist, not that the mass of aches and pains kept her from groaning when Goodheart laid claim to her left wrist and used the grip to scrape her off the floor. Stretching the limb out full length, Violyt wrenched it in one, two, three big circles en route to THUMPING the redhead’s bicep down on her left shoulder no less than half a dozen times. Each impact brought them a step closer to Sanders, though they were still too far from FAWN’s Most Hated for Goodheart’s liking.
OVER THE SHOULDER ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekM8z_p4Jgk
To fix that disagreeable arrangement she stretched Claudia’s throbbing arm out full length and wrapped her right arm around the Silent Siren’s bicep while clamping down on that wrist with her other hand. “You know I hear broadcasts from the future from time to time?” Violyt asked as she yoked up on the joint-lock. “Heard one from Gordy just now, he said, Dear sweet lord, I think Goodheart just broke her shoulder! He’s wrong though. I’m only gonna separate your shoulder.” With that she took off at a dead sprint, Violyt closing on Kylie while setting Rooney up for a--
Claudia caught hold of Goodheart’s waistband and yanked up and to the right, a desperate, albeit rather strategic application of the wedgie in that it angled the blonde’s charge into nauseating gut-first collision with the ring apron! The impact wasn’t exactly pleasant for the redhead either, yet she managed to make things even worse for Violyt once she grabbed a double handful of hair and THWHONKED her forehead against the unforgiving edge over and over and over again!
“GHEDHER! GHEDHER! GHEDHER!” Sanders ordered the Lost Daughter even as Rooney pulled the gaping blonde clear of the ring and hooked an arm around her left thigh. Slinging Goodheart’s left arm across her shoulders, Claudia locked her hands against the inside of her opponent’s thigh, then boosted her up, over and down, Rooney earning muffled squeals from Kylie and sympathetic groans from the crowd when she THWHUMPED Violyt down on the back of her head and shoulders courtesy of the Teardrop Suplex!
TEARDROP SUPLEX @ 00:18
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ea0TgCd0o9g
Breathing hard, Claudia grit her teeth and rolled her shoulder in an effort to work out the worst of the pain. Finally turning her attention to Sanders’ insistent noises, the Whist Warrior stood up and trudged over to her employer. Setting her hands atop Kylie’s taped wrists, Rooney took a few deep breaths, then leaned down and said, “I swear to god, if you give me some stupid order when I take this tape off, I’ll make you eat the whole f*ckin’ roll, do you understand?”
“AHHH GAWWWWD!” Ky shrieked when Claudia stripped the tape from over Sanders’ lips. “Ya…ya…you’re doing great, “Kylie stammered. “Just wanted to tell you, you’re getting a bonus when you get the win. That’s all.”
Ky flexed her jaw and Rooney gave Sanders a love tap on the cheek.
“Good choice, Wonder Bread,” Claudia smiled, the new, J-Dogg-coined nickname clearly making its way through the locker room.
The Silent Siren limped to her flattened foe and scraped Violyt off the thinly-covered cement. Gripping the blonde by a wrist and shoulder, Rooney aimed her foe at the nearby ring steps.
“Don’t ever put another Lost Daughter’s name in your mouth again.”
The auburn-haired grappler threw Goodheart on her way, whipping her to the steel structure. The Pink Stranger barely had time to turn a shoulder into the metal before CLANKING into steps, dislodging the top half and sending it tumbling over.
Sanders shouted her satisfaction and Claudia wasn’t disappointed herself, walking to and stomping the pooled blonde with her booted foot.
“You don’t have any kind of magic,” Claudia growled. “You feel pain like everyone else.”
She grabbed Violyt by her golden mane and ripped the indie oddball to her feet, then RAMMED her forehead into the hardest part of the mat to punctuate the sentence.
Rooney steered Goodheart’s chin in her direction so she met the wobbling Violyt’s glazed eyes.
“True,” the blonde mumbles, “but I like it.”
A weary grin emerged when Goodheart snatched Claudia’s auburn locks and abruptly SLAMMED Rooney’s face into the thinly-sheathed plywood a half-dozen times before tossing her back into the ring under the bottom rope.
The Glittering Enigma turned to a yapping Kylie, Sanders complaining about Goodheart’s grip on her mercenary’s hair moments earlier. Violyt put an index finger to pursed lips and Kylie fell silent.
“Good girl!” Goodheart said brightly. “And they say you never learn.”
Violyt rolled in after her foe, Claudia having used the extra seconds to struggle to one knee, blinking some of her senses back into place.
She didn’t find time to acquire enough as Goodheart raced at the Quiet Riot and NAILED her with a raised knee to the noggin, Rooney collapsing from the force of the blow after her head whiplashed away from the impact.
Out on her face and chest, Claudia’s clueless as the stalking blonde skidded to a stop and mounted the mercenary in a forward-facing, crouching straddle. But instead of pulling back and securing the redhead’s arms, Violyt used either index and middle fingers to fishhook the corners of Claudia’s maw. Goodheart violently YANKED back on either side, pulling Rooney’s head and neck toward her in a demented version of a Camel Clutch.
Squealing to life from the pain, Rooney writhed beneath the blonde, was ultimately punished for doing so with a THUMPING backside to the spine from her rider.
“It’s cute Kylie Bear said she’d give you a bonus when she knows you’re never going to see it.”
Violyt pulled back farther, giving Claudia a more pronounced and disturbing smile before deciding at least one set of those fingers could be used elsewhere. She halved the torture, instead sticking her right index and middle fingers in the redhead’s nostrils, now using them as a vicious handle.
Merle, having given as much leeway to Goodheart as he could to stay on her good side, finally started his count and a chirping Violyt relented, pulling her fingers free and pushing Claudia’s face to the canvas before scraping it back and forth across the abrasive surface.
At ‘FOUR’, Violyt raised her hands high and stood, leaving Claudia mewling on the deck, checking various places on her face. The blonde moved to Merle and gave him a supportive pat on the chest.
“You’re a good boy. Don’t let anybody tell you different.”
Violyt turned back to Rooney who’s pushed to hands and knees. She strode by the redhead, giving a pie-face to the back of Claudia’s skull while proceeding to the nearest set of buckles.
She nimbly climbed the corner and spun to face the rising Rooney. Unfortunately for the dazed Silent Siren, it’s in her six o’clock position. As she tried to find her foe, Goodheart launched from the blind side. Her knees and shins lead the way, CRUNCHING into the shoulderblades of the mercenary. The Princess of Peaksville rode Claudia to the canvas SMASHING Rooney’s features into the unforgiving mat with a version of her Smiley Facebuster, the meteora treating Claudia’s mug to another mugging.
On her knees, Violyt gave a flustered but reticent Sanders a wink then rolled Rooney to her back, covering her in a Lateral Press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The erstwhile Trophy Wife shoved a shoulder up, perhaps out of reflex, perhaps out of competitiveness, perhaps out of a wish to collect her bonus. Whatever the reason, Goodheart seemed unperturbed, patting the Lost Daughter on the crown of her head.
“You’re so much fun,” Violyt exclaimed. “Kylie and I might have to take on your two cohorts when we get our team all straightened out and ready to go. But first we have things to discuss so if you don’t mind…”
Goodheart drew Rooney up as she rose, tugging the lowered noggin of the redhead into a Front Facelock. Violyt dipped her head under the opposite arm of her foe and latched onto the Rooney’s gear on the hip below, setting up a spinning Brainbuster to leave the Quiet Riot fully silenced for the evening.
SPINNING NECKBREAKER @ 1:02
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DWnEMJ6TwM
But before Violyt could get her foe lifted, Claudia fired a punt to the privates of the Glittering Enigma and any thought of lifting Rooney vanished. Goodheart’s legs gave a shimmy as her knees knocked together, her arms falling away from Claudia and reflexively moving to cover her center.
The Lost Daughter stepped back, drawing in several deep breaths. She closed, wrapping her arms around the hips of the blonde. With Goodheart frozen, perfect pearlies gritting in pain, Rooney lifted her foe and split her wickets again, this time with a more socially acceptable Inverted Atomic Drop.
Violyt bounced away from the collision in a 180-degree turn, hands diving deeper between her thighs, her face etched in pain, not a hint of the usual merriment. Still, she remained on her feet, trying to waddle away from the redhead behind her.
Not about to miss paying off her Honeymoon Hangover, Claudia sprinted past her assigned job and rebounded off the ropes. Finding a second wind, she raced at the blonde and leapt into a Lariat, nearly removing Goodheart’s head from her shoulders, sending the Glittering Enigma CRASHING to the canvas, Violyt ending in a pre-made cradle, cheeks pointed to the rafters.
Claudia scrambled to a seat atop the back of Goodheart’s raised legs, ready to end the smarks’ supposition Violyt had an answer for everything with the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Goodheart’s able to ignore the throbbing between her stems. She sprang loose from under Rooney’s backside, hoisting Claudia to her feet with the spasm then flopping to her side, one hand still between her legs.
“PUT HER DOWN!” Kylie barked from her rolling perch outside. “FINISH HER OFF, SHE’S VULNERABLE!”
Making no effort to hide the roll of her eyes, Claudia buried both hands in Violyt’s hair and hauled her up alongside just to plow a Toe Kick into her belly. With the blonde doubled over, Rooney yanked her into a Standing Headscissors and slapped a Waistlock around her victim’s midsection. Just like that she flipped Goodheart ass over teakettle and dropped to a seat, a brutally simple Sit-Out Piledriver that put the crown of Violyt’s skull to the deck with a cringe-inducing THWHONK! Goodheart slopped out on hip and shoulder, didn’t so much as twitch until Claudia shoved her onto her back and collected the far leg in a snug Crossbody good for the…
SIT-OUT PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpCWxHbZAD0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Goodheart didn’t kick out, rather she forced the redhead to abandon her own cover by hooking a thumb into Rooney’s left nostril and yanking out!
“F*cking freak!” Claudia snorted in disgust as she rubbed at her stinging nose. “Ya want to play nasty? Bet I do it better than you.” Goodheart’s response was a syrupy little giggle that did nothing to improve the Lost Daughter’s perpetually foul mood. Upper lip curled back in a show of obvious disdain, Claudia snatched another double handful of hair and brazenly ‘shooooooshed’ Merle when he had the temerity to call her out for the infraction. Abandoning this grip to draw the blonde into one more Standing Headscissors, the Silent Siren hooked the Waistlock, then turned so that she and Goodheart’s rump were both pointed toward FAWN’s Most Hated.
“Thank you for choosing the Lost Daughters for all your mercenary needs. As a first time customer, please enjoy this free sample of our ‘preferred humiliation’ service at no additional charge.”
Sanders certainly enjoyed the sound of that, but she had no idea what it meant until Claudia scraped her nails over Violyt’s glutes, the better to hook those pink briefs and YANK them up ‘n out in a scandalous wedgie! The Glittering Enigma let out a warbling wail mostly lost in the confines of Rooney’s gams, however the ‘ooooohs’ of the crowd were perfectly audible when the redhead cinched her arms around the weirdo’s waist and muscled her onto her shoulders. No theatrics now, just a moment of stillness before Claudia tossed / dropped Goodheart into a breathtaking freefall, the sort of descent that ended with Violyt THAWHAMMING down flat on her back!
RELEASE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEM-npNnrVE
Goodheart’s legs kicked up high enough for Rooney to collect them in a pin, instead she nudged them aside and hurried to the ropes offa the blonde’s right flank. Reaching the apron in a single bound, Claudia caught the top strand in both hands, then leapt onto the rubber-coated steel and launched into the lights, the Whist Warrior curling into a snug ball for a full four-hundred and fifty degrees worth of sternum-shattering Spla--“HUUUUUFFFFHH!” The air went out of Sanders and Rooney at the same time, though for the former it was entirely figurative and the latter much more literal as she came down full force on Violyt’s upraised knees!
Claudia bounced away in breathless agony, both arms strapped tight over her roiling midsection while Goodheart, albeit clearly a bit worse for wear, sported a crooked smile that suggested an almost manic delight. On her feet a few seconds later, the Pink Stranger walked up behind Rooney, crouched down and very casually raaaaaaaaked her eyes!
“Make her stop, ref!” Kylie demanded. “That shyt’s illegal!”
“As if he could stop me.” Violyt giggled. “And really, don’t try to deflect. Everyone knows you’re responsible for what happens next.”
On that ominous prophecy she traded out her face mangling for a loose Waistlock to get Rooney back on her feet. Still smiling at the Pleasant Valley Pariah, Violyt charged the ropes nearest the Iowan to ‘twang’ Claudia chest-first against the rubber-coated steel. Using this innate springiness to bounce both ladies back to the middle of the squared circle, Goodheart dropped into a squat and tumbled into an O’Connor Roll that might’ve resulted in a three count if Violyt hadn’t somersaulted back to boot-leather, then popped her hips and peeled off a gorgeous bridge to THA-WHAM Rooney down flat on the back of her head and shoulders! This particular variation of the German Suplex was most commonly known as The Chaos Theory, but longtime FAWNatics (and a certain blonde at ringside) knew it as the ‘Over & Done’. Indeed, Rooney appeared a perfect example of both conditions when Merle swooped in beside the action and counted off…
OVER & DONE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHzK4DhFMKs
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt pushed out of the bridge to somersault over the redhead which in turn allowed her to haul Claudia to verticality. From there she spun her foe around, dropped a shoulder and slipped that arm through Rooney’s legs to boost her up in a Fireman’s Carry.
“Don’t you dare!” Kylie tried to pull her way out of that damned seat, only succeeded in rocking back and forth. “That’s MINE, stay away from it you fre--”
Violyt popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THWONK the base of her opponent’s head and neck into the deck with a picture-perfect Pleasant Valley Driver!
PLEASANT VALLEY DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DD0EepYkIwY
Rooney bounced to an insensate seat, then slopped out flat and would’ve stayed there if the Pink Stranger hadn’t cupped both ears and hauled her to her feet in stages. “How much merchandise money did you waste tonight, Ky?” Goodheart asked the FAWN Original once she’d drawn Claudia into a Standing Headscissors. “How much more are you willing to waste? And who will want to spend it after I leave two or three mangled mercs on your doorstep?”
Kylie had no answer for that and Violyt wasn’t keen to wait her out so she bent her knees and lifted / flipped the Silent Siren onto her shoulders. It could’ve been a retaliatory Powerbomb, but everyone the Princess of Peaksville had something different in mind. Exactly how different came to life when Goodheart slung her down and simultaneously laid out on her back while raising both knees to chest level. Claudia TWHUNKED down atop those posted joints, her defenseless lower back damn near impaled by the vicious good humor of Unicorns & Rainbows! Rooney bounced / slid away from the collision, the recently rowdy redhead showing all the fight of a broken marionette as Violyt crawled into place beside her and planted a shin across her jaw. Staring a hole through the Pleasant Valley Pariah, Violyt pressed her palms to Claudia’s shoulders to ensure there was no way she’d get a shoulder off the mat before Merle tolled off…
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxrFuJNrKCQ
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Glittering Enigma smiled and flipped hair out of her eyes, though she made no effort to relinquish the pin despite the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Still mounted on the flattened Daughter, Violyt slipped two fingers into her nearest boot and earned a troubled ‘oooooooohhhh’ from the fans when she produced a small cake fork.
Merle saw the glitter of it and bless his brave, foolish heart, he stepped in front of his charge and asked, “What’re you doing with that fork, Violyt?”
“Why, I’m gonna have dessert, of course!”
The fact that she was looking at Kylie when she said this did nothing to assuage the zebra’s worries. “Now, you know I can’t let you do that.”
“Why Merle, don’t you trust me?”
“Not in the slightest.”
Goodheart’s eyes gleamed. “That’s the smartest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. And I like to reward personal growth, so here’s what I’ll do.” she offered him the fork and after a moment’s hesitation, Merle took it. “You hold onto that for now, that way I can’t gorge myself on dessert in one sitting. But just know that I WILL come to find it before the end of the night. And if you don’t have it, do you know what I might do?”
“Ummmmhhhh, no I don’t.”
“And neither do I.” Violyt admitted. “That should scare you.”
It did, but Merle didn’t get a chance to admit it before Goodheart dipped out of the ring and skipped over to Kylie.
“So.” she said. “Claudia didn’t work out. Are you ready to be my partner or do you wanna keep playing Sisyphus with poor, greedy idiots?”
“You crazy bytch, I’d crawl back to Jasmine on my hands and knees before I’d ever align with you.” Sanders said in a hoarse whisper.
“You may just have to.” Violyt answered softly. “You may have to do ALL SORTS of things you never imagined before you make the right decision. “But you will make the right decision, Kylie. You’ll do it, or you’ll die trying.”
Smiling wider than ever, Goodheart ‘booped’ the be-taped blonde on the nose, then waved goodbye and skipped up the ramp to leave nothing but confusion and devastation in her wake.