Post by hawkeye on Jan 5, 2021 2:06:05 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit! And it is for the FAWN World Championship”. The Announcer exclaimed to the excited capacity crowd.
Dramatic music blasted over the loudspeakers as spotlights gathered on the stage.
ReallySlowMotion Music - Your God Is Dead
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168
“Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel. She stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds – she is the Israeli Powerhouse, Dayna ERRRZAAAA!”
The FAWNatics had expected Dayna to make this challenge one day but did not expect it to come so soon considerin the number of matches she had under her belt. That being said, she did have a win over the current World Champion.
DAYNA ERZA:
The challenger strutted into the arena, this time unaccompanied by her assistant and already in her ring gear. That was, a black turtleneck one-piece with gem-decorated collar completed with black ring boots and pads which together, accentuated her Amazonian figure.
Maintaining a cool stoic appearance and what could be described as a slight smirk of confidence, Dayna climbed the ring steps and eased through the ropes into the ring. Immediately The Israeli Powerhouse made a beeline to her corner and settled with her arms over the top rope as she waited for the champion to arrive.
Castle was in the midst of inspecting the challenger‘s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it to the rafters. “She thinks a hostile takeover is gonna put this around her waist?” Bex treated the faceplate to a possessive slap. “But all it’s gonna do is make her CEO of the back of the line!”
Eager to prove her dominance at the top of FAWN’s in-ring hierarchy, Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For this end of year engagement against one of her most ferocious rivals, the BFG wore a wintery blue, white and grey version of her normal camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark blue pads, white boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
Clayton turned to Erza and the towering brunette met her gaze without so much as an arched eyebrow. Indeed all she did was put a hand to her belly where the World Championship would soon reside. Becky smirked, shook her head ‘no’, then handed the belt off to Nick Castle before heading to the opposite corner.
Neither woman moved when the bell sounded. This was no show of hesitation or caution, rather it was two formidable warriors taking a moment to savor the last bit of peace and quiet they would know for quite some time. The reprieve came to an end shortly thereafter with champion and challenger striding to the center of the squared circle bolstered by the cheers of their respective fans.
“We meet again, Rebecca.” Erza said when they’d closed to within a few feet of one another.
“It’s been too long, Dayna.” Becky admitted. “Though the increased stakes make it worth the wait, don’t you think?”
“For me, perhaps.” the brunette agreed. “For you it only ensures that an otherwise stellar year will end on a low note.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow, though her voice stayed level. “That’s a very polite way of saying you plan to take my title.”
“Correction: it’s a very polite way of saying I will take your title.” Dayna countered. “You’ve tasted defeat in my presence before, Rebecca. Tonight will be no different.”
The Peacekeeper took a step forward and Erza did the same to shrink the distance between them to mere inches. “I’ve put you down too, Dayna, no matter how much you hate to admit it. And tonight WILL be different because the World Championship is on the li--”
The towering brunette closed the gap with a single step, Erza making a point to emphasize her height advantage by tilting her head ever so slightly downward. “I will take it from you, Rebecca.” she said softly. “Of all your challengers thus far, I alone am perfectly suited to wrest the championship from around your waist and leave you beaten on the canvNGH!”
Clayton chested into the Executrix hard enough to rock her back on her heels. “Think you’re gonna beat me, honeybunch?” she rolled her shoulders, then raised her right hand high overhead, the slight curl of her fingers all the invitation necessary. “You’re never gonna prove it if you don’t lock up.”
Dayna nodded, lifted her left hand to meet Clayton’s and-- ‘Oooooooohhhhhh!’ from the crowd when Erza bypassed the Test of Strength in favor of a brawny double bicep flex!
Becky snorted, lowered her hand for what looked like a single bicep flex only to earn an ‘oooohhh!’ of her own when she put that mitt in Dayna’s mug and fed her a festive holiday pie-face!
Erza stumbled, caught her balance and stormed back into the breach to ‘smeck’ a palm against Clayton’s. Applying white-knuckle pressure the instant their hands touched, Becky and Dayna completed the Test within a span of heartbeats and immediately wrenched the mutual grips down to shoulder level so they could go at it mouth on shoulder, the pair of Destroyers grinding a shoulder into her opponent’s sternum to make the contest all the more unpleasant.
“You’re not any stronger since our last encounter, Rebecca.” Ezra noted after ten seconds or so. “I would’ve thought finally winning the World Title would’ve motivated you to increase your training regimen but it seems complacency still rules your heaRRGGHH!”
Bex took the Test from nine and three to six o’clock and rolled the brunette’s hands back on her wrists to put Erza up on her tiptoes in a high dollar game of Mercy. “Bit of advice, Dayna.” Clayton told the grimacing brunette. “You can talk all the trash you want. I’ve had chicks threaten to smother me out and promise to shred my mind in front of a sold out crowd, whatever, I’ve heard it all and dealt with more. But when you start throwing around words like complacent? Baby, that is going to get you hurt!”
With that she yoked up on those trapped hands and drove her chest into Erza’s knock her off balance. Dayna did indeed stagger, but she caught her balance quickly enough and she didn’t utter more than a soft grunt in the process. “Improper training will do you more harm than I ever could, Rebecca.” the brunette grunted. “Though I assure you it won’t be for lack of tryOOWWW!”
Becky bent her foe’s wrists even farther, forcing Erza to go up on tiptoe while simultaneously shifting weight from one foot to the other in an effort to distract from the steely ache creeping up her forearms. “You really think I was sleeping on prep heading into this match, Dayna?” Clayton growled. “I watched all the tape I could, then I watched it a dozen more times. Hell, I even reached out to Collins so I could spar against someone just as big and twice as mean as HUUFFFHH!”
Dayna stepped away from the blonde only to lunge back in for a chest on chest smash of her own. This wasn’t nearly enough to break the Test of Strength, however it did throw the champ off balance, which in turn allowed Erza to yank their linked hands directly overhead. With the Test thus rearranged, the Executrix went up on tiptoe and bore down with all her strength to give Clayton a painful taste of the wrist-bending punishment she’d so recently inflicted.
“Mere meanness is no substitute for superior technique, Rebecca. While Ms. Collins is not without her own particular set of skills, she’s far more brawler than wrestler and her aggression is tied to emotion while mine is tied to--”
“Never shutting your mouth?” Bex snapped. “Since when are you so talkative, DayRRRGGGGHHH!”
Erza poured on the pressure and was delighted to see Clayton sink to one knee. “Since when do you interrupt, Rebecca?” she asked coolly. “Just because we’re opponents doesn’t mean we can’t be civil.”
“You called me complacent and lazy, Dayna. That’s hardly civil, far as I’m concerned.”
“Let’s not forget you stuffed your hand in my face.” Dayna countered. “You’re hardly innocent in all this, Reb--”
The challenger fell silent when Clayton gathered her strength and abruptly powered back to verticality. “Flex on me and I’ll respond in kind, Dayna. Deal with it.”
“I plan to. Becoming World Champion is a good start, wouldn’t you agHRGH!”
The Camouflage Crusher wrenched her hands free of the Test, pressed them to Erza’s chest and face and sent her stumbling with a shove that put the big brunette down on her butt! “Title’s mine, honeybunch.” Becky exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. “I’ve got plenty of beatings to hand out, though. Want one of those?”
Dayna eyed her for a long moment, then got to her feet and marched right into a particularly rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Which wasn’t to say she drew any ire by pulling the blonde’s hair, no, Erza simply placed the heel of one hand against Clayton’s chin and puuuuuuuuushed her head back at such an angle that she was forced to cede several steps to alleviate the strain.
“I should slap your face for such brazen insolence.” Dayna huffed once Becky steadied her footing. “But I’ll settle for marching you around however I see fit… at least for--” Clayton gripped the nape of her rival’s neck, whipped ‘em around in a half circle and plowed forward until Erza was stuffed in against the strands. “Break.” the brunette demanded as soon as she hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Break your grip, Rebecca. Don’t make me tell you--”
CRAAACK!
Bex did as bade only to point a shoulder in Dayna’s direction so she could lay a massive Knife-Edge Chop across the challenger’s chest! “Go ahead and tell me whatever you like, honeybunch.” she told the grimacing battler. “I’ll just throw another Chop every time you piss me--”
CRAAACK!
Dayna fired off an answering Chop, then threw her left arm over the back of Becky’s head and pulled her down so she could THWHAP a huge European Uppercut offa the champ’s chin! Clayton backpedaled across the canvas without going down, so Erza charged off the strands and lashed out with a Big Boot that would’ve landed flush if she’d been half a heartbeat quicker.
As it was she caught her balance and continued on to the opposite side of the ring while Becky did the same. The return trip proved just as quick, the Destroyers speeding like Lightweights up until the moment they threw identical Big Boots that THWHACKED off their opponent’s chin!
The boots-to-faces sent them stumbling back into the strands, but the taut ropes immediately bounced them back into action. Dayna came in swinging and the Camouflage Crusher narrowly ducked under with a flick of air lifting up her hair. Clayton swiftly dashed toward the opposite strands and catapulted herself back to the center where she used all the momentum gathered to knock the Executrix down with a Flying Shoulderblock.
The impact to Dayna's chest sent her tumbling to the mat, but she managed to break the fall and rolled to her feet. Dayna backed into the ropes, one arm over the top strand, while Becky quickly hopped to her feet and charged at the Israeli Powerhouse once more, looking to send Dayna out of the ring but ---NO---Dayna sidestepped the attack and trapped the veteran in a Sleeper!
Becky reached for the ropes but couldn’t fully catch hold in time to match Dayna's strength. Erza pried Becky off the strands with one strong tug, dragging her to the center of the ring. But the Executrix had no intention of playing it slow. Once there Dayna abandoned the hold and forcefully threw Becky's head into the mat with a resounding THUD! Becky's arms shot up to her head leaving her stomach exposed. Dayna saw the opportunity and hopped into the air, stomping hard into the exposed midsection of the Camouflage Crusher!
"OOOOOOOOUUHHHHHHHH!" Becky groaned as she rolled onto all fours, or rather, three of four, as one arm clutched her stomach.
"All my rivals come to me full of confidence Miss Clayton." Dayna spoke as she circled around her hurt opponent. "But like all of them, you will be humbled!" Dayna punctuated her statement with a stiff kick into Clayton's oblique’s!
"URGHHHH!" Clayton grunted as she rolled away from her dominating opponent, hissing and cursing under her breath. The Camouflage Crusher struggled to her feet with the help of the ropes but was quickly ‘helped’ to her feet by the Israeli Powerhouse. The favor certainly wasn't kind, however, as Dayna whipped her across the ring and stomped toward the center. There, Dayna lifted Becky up into the air before slamming her back down with a thunderous Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeUXBvSGaNw
The Israeli Powerhouse stood up briefly before going back to the mat to hook Becky's leg for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!!!!
Becky kicked out at TWO, but her wide-eyed expression coupled with her heavy breathing did not relay much confidence to her supporters.
Maintaining a stoic expression, Dayna pulled Clayton to her feet and sent two stiff knees into Becky's midsection, doubling her over. Dayna tucked Becky's head under her arm, throwing her arm over her shoulders and lifted The veteran overheard, where she kept her for between five to ten seconds. While the crowd anticipated a standard Suplex, The Executrix deviated from their expectations and slammed Becky down on her face, chest and belly with a ring-shivering Gourdbuster!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf6p-Y_R12A
Becky rolled onto her back, arms across her body as she writhed in pain. Dayna dove down once more, prying Clayton's arms apart and covered her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!
The champion denied Erza the gold once more as she shot an arm into the air. Just as Becky thought she could catch a break, Dayna rolled her back onto hands and knees and wrapped her slender-strong arms around Becky's waist with a modified Bear Hug!
"I'll make this simple. Give up and I'll release you Rebecca." Dayna growled as she tightened the hold, drawing a few quiet whimpers from the Champion.
"Nuuuugg---noooo-NEVA----", before Becky could even complete her refusal, Dayna lifted Becky into the air and threw her like a sandbag!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_WXendt7d4
"OFFFFF------ARGHHHHHHH!" Just as Becky sat up from the impact, Erza's tanned stems wrapped around her waist and SQUUUEEEEZZZZZEEEED her with a tight Bodyscissors!
Legs cinched around the blonde’s midsection in a gut-churning Figure Four, Erza pressed her palms to the mat and boosted her butt up by six inches to put even more pressure on her opponent’s midsection. “Shall I keep squeezing, Rebecca?” Dayna asked after several breathless seconds. “Or have I made my poiNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton raised her right arm crooked it into a ‘V’ and gouged the point of her elbow into the inside of Erza’s right thigh no less than half a dozen times! From there she really leaned into it, Bex employing that bony dagger to prize her way out of the Sciss--“OOOOWWW!”
Dayna dropped to a seat, raised both hands overhead and brought a heavy Double Slap cracking down between the other wrestler’s shoulders! That slowed Clayton’s escape efforts long enough for Erza to hook her biceps and wrench them backward in a snug Double Chickenwing.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ctocJiCc6M
“You belong to me now, Rebecca.” the Executrix murmured to her struggling rival. “For all your strength, for all your will, you’re nothing but another high value asset for me to use or discard as I see fiHHHRGGGGHHH!”
Becky whipped her noggin backward to catch Erza flush on the chin with a Reverse Headbutt! Wresting her right arm free of Dayna’s control, Clayton smashed a few more elbows into the challenger’s ribs, then rolled to her hand(s) and knees and slowly clambered to verticality with Erza still clinging to her ba--“I said you belong to me.” Dayna growled in Becky’s ear after she’d cinched her right arm around the blonde’s throat and locked her hands to complete the Crossface Chickenwing. “That means I decide where you go and when you go there.” With that she shot a quick glance at Nick Castle and said, “Ask her if she’s had enough.”
“What do you say, Bex? Need to call it for the night?” The pressure on her chin was such that Clayton didn’t verbalize an answer, instead she waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to let the Senior Official know she was far from finished. “She says no, Dayna.”
Erza nodded, yanked back on the Chickenwing and bore down on the Scissors to the point that she could feel every tremor running through Becky’s strong legs. “Ask her again, please. I prefer to have my answers in duplicate, if not triplicHEY!”
Clayton hooked her free arm around Erza’s constricting calves and ‘hupped’ her up a little higher before she broke into a lurching run that took both Destroyers toward an empty corner. Dayna didn’t have to see the buckles closing in to know what Rebecca had in mind, thus she poured even more power into slowing the Camouflage Crusher down before she-- Becky whipped through a last second one-eighty and threw every bit of their combined weight into the buckles!
“UUUUNNNGGGGHHH!” The air exploded from Erza’s lungs and her Scissors popped open but the Chickenwing remained stubbornly in place. Bex grunted, tromped forward a few steps only to hit full reverse for another frame-flattening Splash! The hooks around her neck and shoulder grew looser still and Clayton had a hand free to grab the ropes, but that would’ve meant Castle got her free of the challenger’s clutches and Becky wasn’t gonna have that. Several elbows to the gut demolished the remnants of the hold, thus allowing the blonde to hook her arms under the taller woman’s thighs and boost her into a seat on the top buck--HHRRRGGGHHH!”
Dayna ‘smecked’ her legs around Becky’s neck and tried to pop her head from her shoulders with a Headscissors! “Another valiant effort followed by another colossal misstep, Rebecca.” Erza huffed to the squirming champ. “Seems to summarize your whole career, does it noWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Bex wrapped her arms around Dayna’s shins and marched away from the corner to pull the startled challenger clear off her perch. It wasn’t any comfy Fireman’s Carry or Electric Chair she finished up in either, instead the Executrix was left draped awkwardly down Clayton’s back, the near six-footer almost ‘walking’ on her hands as Becky took ‘em out into deep water. “Unhand me, Rebecca!” Dayna managed to convey a great deal of authority despite her awkward position. “I mean it, girl! Don’t make me repeat myNO WHOOOAAAANNNNGGGHH!” The Peacekeeper continued all the way to the opposite corner whereupon she doubled over so quickly it whipped Erza through more than two-hundred and seventy degrees to THWONK the brunette’s forehead into the top turnbuckle courtesy an Inverted Alabama Slam!
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFLU_aOdW3Q
The impact left Dayna with her arms draped over the top rope, the whole of her lanky frame a perfect target but Becky honed in on the nape of her neck with a short, nasty Elbow Smash that THWHACKED throughout the arena. Satisfied she’d stunned the Israeli Powerhouse, Becky cleared off and turned around, the champ racing into the shadows of the opposite corner just to wheel ‘round and fly down her own back-trail. Dayna heard the patter of boots approaching, alas she didn’t have the wherewithal to pull clear of the corner before Clayton left her feet in a low flying hop that SMASHED the whole of her hundred and forty-plus pounds against Erza’s vulnerable six!
Crying out from somewhere in the depths of that blonde Avalanche, Dayna’s distress only grew more pronounced when Clayton snuggled in and tossed the Executrix’s left arm across her shoulders. “You’ll NEVER own me, honeybunch.” Bex huffed in Erza’s ear as she cinched her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. “But you’re welcome to all the canvas real estate you could ever want!” With that she pulled Dayna clear of the corner, then got low and popped her hips to take the challenger up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-rattling Backdrop Driver!
BACKDROP DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_5qEq4ZjEY
The hellacious Suplex left Erza stretched out on one side in perfect position for a pin, an idea floated by a great many of the Howling Commandos as their heroine filled her hands with Dayna’s hair. Bex noted the suggestion without following it, the Camouflage Crusher clearly eager to exacerbate the Executrix’s suddenly freefalling stock. Switching over to a Wristlock when both women were vertical, Clayton shouldered Ezra back a step, then dropped her hips and slung her at the ropes for an Irish Wh-NOPE!
Becky dug in her heels and reeled the brunette in close, Clayton hooking an arm through Dayna’s stems to hoist her across her chest like she was the lightest of lightweights. Back to the hard camera, the One Woman Army glanced over her shoulder and treated everyone at home to a wink before she whipped through a half circle and released Erza’s legs to send the towering Destroyer THWHAMMING down flat on her face and chest!
SWINGING FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bPQBYM2y_s
“Nnnnngghhhh!” Dayna came up on one elbow, that hand pressed to her mouth and nose to check for any blood after the heavy collis--“HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Another hurt for the challenger’s growing portfolio when Becky took to the skies and crashed down across the small of her back with a Standing Frog Splash! “Looks like you’re pretty invested in that mat, Erza.” Clayton chided once she’s climbed into a mount on the brunette’s lower back. “But perhaps I can interest you in diversifying with a view of the overhead lights?”
“Yuuuuhhhhh… your grasp of economics is as ham-fisted as your wrestling prowRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky slipped her arms under Dayna’s biceps, locked her fingers together and reefed back on the hold to add a spine-wrenching Camel Clutch to the neck-straining power of the Full Nelson! “You talking back, baby?” Clayton bounced her glutes into the hollow of Erza’s spine to add even more pressure to the challenger’s predicament. “You know what that’s gonna get you!”
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Dayna did, not that the knowledge made things any easier when Becky clamped down and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked the Camel Clutch that much harder!
Dayna had to think quickly as the pressure continued to mount. Arms tied up, she had no means of making her way to the ropes. She tried to work her arms free of the trap, but Becky had too much leverage at this point.
"Having a little trouble?" Becky grunted as she leaned farther backward, extorting a bloodcurdling scream out of the Executrix.
"ARGHH!" Dayna yelled as she shot for Becky's loose hair and yanked it. "REF! HAIR!" Becky complained prompting the ref to count...
"One! Two! Three..."
"You corporate bee...WOAH!", Dayna caught the other side of Becky's head and threw her off the back with a hair Snapmare! Becky landed on her behind but quickly got herself up and attempted to deliver a running knee--BUT NO! Dayna caught onto the swinging leg rolled through, throwing Becky onto the mat. Becky's arms flailed in confusion as Dayna threaded her leg over her hamstring and folded Becky's leg inward forcing Becky to scream, "AAAHHHHHHH! NOOO! NU-AAHAHHH!"
CALF CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClXj2bYWd7E
"Give up?"
"NOOOOO!!!!" Becky screamed in response to the ref, hoping it would take her mind off the pain.
"Give up Rebecca! You are done!" Dayna demanded as she pulled the hold tighter and higher.
The Camouflage Crusher yanked her hair in distress, but after getting used to some of the pain, Clayton dug her elbows into the canvas and began DRAAAGGGing herself to the ropes. There were moments when Becky's raised her palm as if she was about to tap, but it always clenched before it THUMP the mat. With much effort, The veteran finally made enough distance to touch the rope with her fingertips.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!..."
Becky quickly crawled out of the ring to catch a breather as Dayna released the hold on demand. The ref held Dayna back as he began the count, much to Dayna's displeasure. Unable to capture the title by count out, The Executrix slithered out of the adjacent side of the ring and accelerated along the perimeter. An unsuspecting Becky slowly struggled to her feet as Dayna grabbed the ringpost to sharply change her direction and CUT BECKY IN HALF WITH A SPEAR!!!
The crowd went “oooooppphhhh...” as the Camouflage Crusher hit the padded ground. Clayton’s face crumpled up in agony, as she clutched her midsection. The ref threw his hands in the air out of frustration and demanded the competitors return to the ring.
“As you wish.” Dayna dragged Clayton up by her waistband and rolled her under the ropes. Slipping in shortly after, she pressed her forearm across Becky’s face.
“Cover.” Erza commanded the ref to count..
ONE
TWO
THRENOOO-ROPE BREAK!
Becky grabbed onto the bottom rope in the nick of time and survived the near fall.
“Are you serious?” Dayna let out a sigh of frustration as she looked at the ref.
Victory within grasp, Dayna pulled Becky’s flaccid body up and laid her across the shoulders. She paraded the ring with Becky on her shoulders, looking to bring an end to her reign with the Burning Hamm- “URGHH!! URGHH!!”
Sensing imminent danger, The veteran spring back to life and desperately elbowed the back of Dayna’s head, forcing The Israeli Powerhouse to relinquish the hold. Becky slid off Dayna’s back but Dayna quickly spun around and stunned her with an European Uppercut!
“Your struggle is futile, Rebecca. I’m taking your gold no matter what!” Becky growled as she grabbed onto Becky’s wrist and whipped her into the corner!
THUD!
Becky let out a soft groan as her back slammed into the turnbuckle when Dayna immediately smashed a Big Boot into Becky’s face!
Becky’s body crumbled into the canvas with a slight shove. Dayna looked over her shoulder, confirming Becky was motionless and began to ascend the ropes. She carefully erected herself on the top rope and back flipped into the air——but NOBODY’S HOME!
Clayton rolled clear at the last possible second, leaving the challenger to THAWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Bounced into the air by the force of the impact, Erza curled in on herself before she returned to the canvas and wouldn’t have moved for quite some time if Becky hadn’t crawled over and snatched a double handful of hair.
“Get up.” she grunted. “C’mon tuff girl, I said get your ass up!”
Dayna did as best she could, but it must’ve been too slow for the champ’s liking she because she pounded a couple angry Kneelifts into Erza’s chest before she was fully upright. Switching to a Goozle to avoid any hassle from the referee, Bex braced her other hand against the Israeli Powerhouse’s right thigh, then dipped her knees and muscled Dayna into the rafters with a gorgeous Military Press! Under different circumstances Clayton would’ve taken the time to turn to all four sides of the squared circle to better show off her floundering foe. Unfortunately the damage inflicted on her left leg by the Calf Crusher prevented the usual theatrics. So rather than show off she simply muscled the other Destroyer a little bit higher, then tossed her down and caught her outta midair while simultaneously falling forward to THAWHAM Erza into the canvas spine-first! Becky hooked the far leg tight and pulled it up to Dayna’s chest to keep her pinned in place while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
MILITARY PRESS FALLING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6djHDHMor0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ezra kicked loose with half a second to spare, the big brunette tumbling onto her stomach to prevent a second cover. Clayton nodded, took a deep breath and crawled around to the Executrix’s head so she could secure a Front Facelock. “Still think you’re gonna take my gold, Dayna?” Bex muttered as she got to her feet with the challenger’s noggin firmly in her possession. “Doesn’t seem like you’re talking too much anymore, I wonder if you’re not feeling as confiNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Erza couldn’t prize free of the Facelock, so she grabbed some camo waistband with one hand and used it to hold the champ steady for a whole flurry of punches to Clayton’s midsect--“HHHRGGGGHH!” Dayna stopped punching and started flailing when Becky knotted her hands and yoked up to transform the Facelock into something much closer to a Guillotine!
“Tap out!” Becky demanded of the brunette. “Just tap out if you can’t take EEEERRRGGGHH!”
Erza still had hold of her opponent’s trunks and made most of ‘em disappear with a severe wedgie! “I’m more than holding my own, Rebecca.” she huffed. “As the cool breeze on your overrated cheeks can surely attesNNNNGGGHH!”
The Peacekeeper shot up on tiptoe, then kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Dayna’s skull into the mat with a Kneeling DDT!
Erza bounced up and flopped onto her back, the usually composed battler looking reduced to so much glassy-eyed wreckage by the sawed-off DDT. The Howling Commandos roared for their heroine to go for the pin, but Becky got to her feet and trudged toward the nearest corner without even considering the cover. Slipping out onto the apron once she reached the ropes, Clayton climbed her way to the high rent district where she stood up straight to better survey the battlefield. Satisfied by the view, she gathered her reserves and leapt out into the void, the blonde stretching out full length to CRUSH her challenger with a massive Splash! Dayna’s legs popped up and now Bex collected them both en route to drawing Erza into a Back Press that pointed her rump at the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Executrix kicked loose just shy of ‘THREE!’ to earn an impressed cheer from the FAWNatics and an incredulous look from Clayton. “You want more, honeybunch? Fine, let’s get you some.”
Another double handful of hair set Erza on her feet, the perfect position for Becky to CRACK her across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop!
The shot landed flush, as evidenced by the chorus of WOOOO’s that rang through the arena, yet the Camouflage Crusher didn’t get any time to enjoy it because Dayna immediately responded with a Chop of her own!
“Is that all you have to offer, honeybunch?” Erza growled at the wincing blonde. “Perhaps another Chop would wake you NNNGGGHH!”
Becky lit her up with an answering shot and just like that it was on, the pair of powerhouses lighting into each other with a savage exchange of one-for-one Chops!
Their chests were visibly welted red, but neither slowed down until Becky doubled The Executrix over with a knee to the midsection. Clayton rallied the crowd with a raised arm before racing towards the ropes behind her. As she approached, Dayna pressed her hands against her hips and thrust The Army of One into the air! "WOAHHH!" Bex gasped with surprise as her hands flailed in the air before getting smashed with an European Uppercut on her way back down!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM7revZoguE
As soon as Clayton hit the canvas, Dayna dove onto her and hooked the far leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!!
Becky heaved hard, seemingly kicking out by instinct alone. As for Dayna, her frustration grew as Bex continued to survive every heavy hitting maneuver she dished out. But seeing Becky lifeless on the mat (except for her heaving chest), signaled to Dayna that the time was ripe for another Hammer.
"Get up!" The Executrix demanded as she peeled Becky's sweat-slicked body off the canvas and loaded her onto the shoulders. "I'm acquiring your title, Miss Clayton." Dayna muttered as she prepared to drive Becky head-first into the canvas--- but Clayton managed to land on her feet as she flipped over!
"No you're not!" The Camouflage Crusher growled as she gutwrenched a surprised Erza onto her shoulders and hoisted her up into the air by her underarms.
"GRRRGHHHH!" Dayna thrashed in midair, making it difficult for Becky to balance herself. The desperate struggle was effective in preventing the situation from going FUBAR and she slipped behind Becky. Back on the ground, The Israeli Powerhouse made a round trip into the ropes and smashed yet another boot into Clayton's face, knocking her out cold on the canvas! But the tired Businesswoman was unable to hit the brakes for a cover. Instead, she stumbled into the opposite ropes, hanging her arms over it for support.
After catching a moment, The Executrix slid along the ropes into the corner where she stalked a struggling Becky. "Come on Rebecca, get up!" she commanded as Clayton woozily lifted herself from the canvas. Just as Clayton got any semblance of a proper footing, Dayna charged out of the corner like a bullet train, looking to cut Clayton down with another SPE--NO! The Army of One caught Dayna with a Front Facelock and rolled Dayna up in a small package for the....
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
Dayna broke out of the hold in a nick of time! The two intense battlers scuttled to their feet and threw yet another identical Big Boot into each other's face. This time, both of them went down in an exhausted heap, prompting the ref to check on their ability to continue.
Exceedingly aware of the punishment absorbed by his charges, Nick Castle allowed them a slow internal five count before he had to make it official. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Becky and Dayna rolled in opposite directions, the rivals seemingly oblivious to one another as they scraped the bottom of their reserves to just make it to all fours. “SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
A relieved roar from the capacity crowd when blonde and brunette clambered to verticality with no more than a whisper to spare. “The battle is mine, Rebecca.” Erza huffed after she’d flipped sweat-damp hair out of her eyes. “Surrender and save yourself further embarrassNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky stormed in, threw an arm over the back of Dayna’s head and jerked her down into a European Uppercut that checked the challenger’s chin with a nasty THWHAP! “You first, honeybunch.” Clayton demanded as Erza stumbled away from the heavy shot. “Why don’t you go back to the boardroom and leave the ring for--”
THWHACK! The Executrix rushed back to the fray and took to the skies for a High Knee that struck the Camouflage Crusher flush between the eyes!
HIGH KNEE 00:00-00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyrFcHx8d8Y
Bex stumbled in fencepost holes without actually going down, though she did sway through a drunken half circle that put her back to the towering brunette. Noting this, Erza took a step backward then raced by on Clayton’s right and leapt onto the top rope to launch herself back the way she’d came, Dayna twisting ‘round in midair with her right foot streaking toward Becky’s sku--NOOOO!
Becky got her arms up and took a step forward to catch the airborne brunette atop her shoulders, Erza suddenly caught in an unenviable position. Dayna had just enough time to windmill her arms before Clayton went up on tiptoe and slung her down, the Peacekeeper just PLANTING her opponent at the bottom of a crater courtesy of a massive Powerbomb!
Castle dove in to make the count only to find himself with nothing to do because Becky tumbled the vulnerable challenger onto all fours without going for a cover. Positioned on the Israeli Powerhouse’s left side, Clayton hauled Dayna upright, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and forced it between Erza’s thighs so she could seize it with her right hand. From there she leaned over Dayna’s back and threaded her left arm under Erza’s right bicep and yanked it back in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Executrix onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THAWHAM Dayna down on the back of her head and shoulders with a move Bex called Alpha Charlie.
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
Erza exploded into an insensate starfish moments before an exhausted Clayton crawled atop her in a north-south arrangement, Becky hooking the brunette around both thighs and pulling them close while she rose to her knees and sat squarely on Dayna’s chest. Beside them, Nick Castle swooped in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Clayton tossed Erza’s legs aside, got to her feet and immediately backpedaled into the strands to keep from landing on her ass during the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex offered the fans a weary single bicep flex, though she didn’t muster anything like real energy until the Senior Official hurried over with the belt in hand. Accepting in with nod, the Peacekeeper trudged back to the middle of the squared circle and only raised the gold after she’d claimed a standing straddle over the fallen challenger. “You can have all the boardrooms you want, Dayna.” Clayton told her rival. “But this ring,” she slapped the title’s faceplate once it was strapped around her waist, “and this gold? They’re both mine!”
Dayna offered nothing but an oblivious moan in response, so Becky turned her attention to the Howling Commandos and other FAWNatics, the Camouflage Crusher sending everyone home happy with a powerful show of flex appeal that was still going on when the broadcast faded to black.
Dramatic music blasted over the loudspeakers as spotlights gathered on the stage.
ReallySlowMotion Music - Your God Is Dead
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FT8nG9hv168
“Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel. She stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds – she is the Israeli Powerhouse, Dayna ERRRZAAAA!”
The FAWNatics had expected Dayna to make this challenge one day but did not expect it to come so soon considerin the number of matches she had under her belt. That being said, she did have a win over the current World Champion.
DAYNA ERZA:
The challenger strutted into the arena, this time unaccompanied by her assistant and already in her ring gear. That was, a black turtleneck one-piece with gem-decorated collar completed with black ring boots and pads which together, accentuated her Amazonian figure.
Maintaining a cool stoic appearance and what could be described as a slight smirk of confidence, Dayna climbed the ring steps and eased through the ropes into the ring. Immediately The Israeli Powerhouse made a beeline to her corner and settled with her arms over the top rope as she waited for the champion to arrive.
Castle was in the midst of inspecting the challenger‘s pads and boots when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! Tonight she is YOUR REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody blonde marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it to the rafters. “She thinks a hostile takeover is gonna put this around her waist?” Bex treated the faceplate to a possessive slap. “But all it’s gonna do is make her CEO of the back of the line!”
Eager to prove her dominance at the top of FAWN’s in-ring hierarchy, Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For this end of year engagement against one of her most ferocious rivals, the BFG wore a wintery blue, white and grey version of her normal camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark blue pads, white boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
Clayton turned to Erza and the towering brunette met her gaze without so much as an arched eyebrow. Indeed all she did was put a hand to her belly where the World Championship would soon reside. Becky smirked, shook her head ‘no’, then handed the belt off to Nick Castle before heading to the opposite corner.
Neither woman moved when the bell sounded. This was no show of hesitation or caution, rather it was two formidable warriors taking a moment to savor the last bit of peace and quiet they would know for quite some time. The reprieve came to an end shortly thereafter with champion and challenger striding to the center of the squared circle bolstered by the cheers of their respective fans.
“We meet again, Rebecca.” Erza said when they’d closed to within a few feet of one another.
“It’s been too long, Dayna.” Becky admitted. “Though the increased stakes make it worth the wait, don’t you think?”
“For me, perhaps.” the brunette agreed. “For you it only ensures that an otherwise stellar year will end on a low note.”
Clayton raised an eyebrow, though her voice stayed level. “That’s a very polite way of saying you plan to take my title.”
“Correction: it’s a very polite way of saying I will take your title.” Dayna countered. “You’ve tasted defeat in my presence before, Rebecca. Tonight will be no different.”
The Peacekeeper took a step forward and Erza did the same to shrink the distance between them to mere inches. “I’ve put you down too, Dayna, no matter how much you hate to admit it. And tonight WILL be different because the World Championship is on the li--”
The towering brunette closed the gap with a single step, Erza making a point to emphasize her height advantage by tilting her head ever so slightly downward. “I will take it from you, Rebecca.” she said softly. “Of all your challengers thus far, I alone am perfectly suited to wrest the championship from around your waist and leave you beaten on the canvNGH!”
Clayton chested into the Executrix hard enough to rock her back on her heels. “Think you’re gonna beat me, honeybunch?” she rolled her shoulders, then raised her right hand high overhead, the slight curl of her fingers all the invitation necessary. “You’re never gonna prove it if you don’t lock up.”
Dayna nodded, lifted her left hand to meet Clayton’s and-- ‘Oooooooohhhhhh!’ from the crowd when Erza bypassed the Test of Strength in favor of a brawny double bicep flex!
Becky snorted, lowered her hand for what looked like a single bicep flex only to earn an ‘oooohhh!’ of her own when she put that mitt in Dayna’s mug and fed her a festive holiday pie-face!
Erza stumbled, caught her balance and stormed back into the breach to ‘smeck’ a palm against Clayton’s. Applying white-knuckle pressure the instant their hands touched, Becky and Dayna completed the Test within a span of heartbeats and immediately wrenched the mutual grips down to shoulder level so they could go at it mouth on shoulder, the pair of Destroyers grinding a shoulder into her opponent’s sternum to make the contest all the more unpleasant.
“You’re not any stronger since our last encounter, Rebecca.” Ezra noted after ten seconds or so. “I would’ve thought finally winning the World Title would’ve motivated you to increase your training regimen but it seems complacency still rules your heaRRGGHH!”
Bex took the Test from nine and three to six o’clock and rolled the brunette’s hands back on her wrists to put Erza up on her tiptoes in a high dollar game of Mercy. “Bit of advice, Dayna.” Clayton told the grimacing brunette. “You can talk all the trash you want. I’ve had chicks threaten to smother me out and promise to shred my mind in front of a sold out crowd, whatever, I’ve heard it all and dealt with more. But when you start throwing around words like complacent? Baby, that is going to get you hurt!”
With that she yoked up on those trapped hands and drove her chest into Erza’s knock her off balance. Dayna did indeed stagger, but she caught her balance quickly enough and she didn’t utter more than a soft grunt in the process. “Improper training will do you more harm than I ever could, Rebecca.” the brunette grunted. “Though I assure you it won’t be for lack of tryOOWWW!”
Becky bent her foe’s wrists even farther, forcing Erza to go up on tiptoe while simultaneously shifting weight from one foot to the other in an effort to distract from the steely ache creeping up her forearms. “You really think I was sleeping on prep heading into this match, Dayna?” Clayton growled. “I watched all the tape I could, then I watched it a dozen more times. Hell, I even reached out to Collins so I could spar against someone just as big and twice as mean as HUUFFFHH!”
Dayna stepped away from the blonde only to lunge back in for a chest on chest smash of her own. This wasn’t nearly enough to break the Test of Strength, however it did throw the champ off balance, which in turn allowed Erza to yank their linked hands directly overhead. With the Test thus rearranged, the Executrix went up on tiptoe and bore down with all her strength to give Clayton a painful taste of the wrist-bending punishment she’d so recently inflicted.
“Mere meanness is no substitute for superior technique, Rebecca. While Ms. Collins is not without her own particular set of skills, she’s far more brawler than wrestler and her aggression is tied to emotion while mine is tied to--”
“Never shutting your mouth?” Bex snapped. “Since when are you so talkative, DayRRRGGGGHHH!”
Erza poured on the pressure and was delighted to see Clayton sink to one knee. “Since when do you interrupt, Rebecca?” she asked coolly. “Just because we’re opponents doesn’t mean we can’t be civil.”
“You called me complacent and lazy, Dayna. That’s hardly civil, far as I’m concerned.”
“Let’s not forget you stuffed your hand in my face.” Dayna countered. “You’re hardly innocent in all this, Reb--”
The challenger fell silent when Clayton gathered her strength and abruptly powered back to verticality. “Flex on me and I’ll respond in kind, Dayna. Deal with it.”
“I plan to. Becoming World Champion is a good start, wouldn’t you agHRGH!”
The Camouflage Crusher wrenched her hands free of the Test, pressed them to Erza’s chest and face and sent her stumbling with a shove that put the big brunette down on her butt! “Title’s mine, honeybunch.” Becky exclaimed over the roar of the crowd. “I’ve got plenty of beatings to hand out, though. Want one of those?”
Dayna eyed her for a long moment, then got to her feet and marched right into a particularly rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Which wasn’t to say she drew any ire by pulling the blonde’s hair, no, Erza simply placed the heel of one hand against Clayton’s chin and puuuuuuuuushed her head back at such an angle that she was forced to cede several steps to alleviate the strain.
“I should slap your face for such brazen insolence.” Dayna huffed once Becky steadied her footing. “But I’ll settle for marching you around however I see fit… at least for--” Clayton gripped the nape of her rival’s neck, whipped ‘em around in a half circle and plowed forward until Erza was stuffed in against the strands. “Break.” the brunette demanded as soon as she hooked a foot over the bottom rope. “Break your grip, Rebecca. Don’t make me tell you--”
CRAAACK!
Bex did as bade only to point a shoulder in Dayna’s direction so she could lay a massive Knife-Edge Chop across the challenger’s chest! “Go ahead and tell me whatever you like, honeybunch.” she told the grimacing battler. “I’ll just throw another Chop every time you piss me--”
CRAAACK!
Dayna fired off an answering Chop, then threw her left arm over the back of Becky’s head and pulled her down so she could THWHAP a huge European Uppercut offa the champ’s chin! Clayton backpedaled across the canvas without going down, so Erza charged off the strands and lashed out with a Big Boot that would’ve landed flush if she’d been half a heartbeat quicker.
As it was she caught her balance and continued on to the opposite side of the ring while Becky did the same. The return trip proved just as quick, the Destroyers speeding like Lightweights up until the moment they threw identical Big Boots that THWHACKED off their opponent’s chin!
The boots-to-faces sent them stumbling back into the strands, but the taut ropes immediately bounced them back into action. Dayna came in swinging and the Camouflage Crusher narrowly ducked under with a flick of air lifting up her hair. Clayton swiftly dashed toward the opposite strands and catapulted herself back to the center where she used all the momentum gathered to knock the Executrix down with a Flying Shoulderblock.
The impact to Dayna's chest sent her tumbling to the mat, but she managed to break the fall and rolled to her feet. Dayna backed into the ropes, one arm over the top strand, while Becky quickly hopped to her feet and charged at the Israeli Powerhouse once more, looking to send Dayna out of the ring but ---NO---Dayna sidestepped the attack and trapped the veteran in a Sleeper!
Becky reached for the ropes but couldn’t fully catch hold in time to match Dayna's strength. Erza pried Becky off the strands with one strong tug, dragging her to the center of the ring. But the Executrix had no intention of playing it slow. Once there Dayna abandoned the hold and forcefully threw Becky's head into the mat with a resounding THUD! Becky's arms shot up to her head leaving her stomach exposed. Dayna saw the opportunity and hopped into the air, stomping hard into the exposed midsection of the Camouflage Crusher!
"OOOOOOOOUUHHHHHHHH!" Becky groaned as she rolled onto all fours, or rather, three of four, as one arm clutched her stomach.
"All my rivals come to me full of confidence Miss Clayton." Dayna spoke as she circled around her hurt opponent. "But like all of them, you will be humbled!" Dayna punctuated her statement with a stiff kick into Clayton's oblique’s!
"URGHHHH!" Clayton grunted as she rolled away from her dominating opponent, hissing and cursing under her breath. The Camouflage Crusher struggled to her feet with the help of the ropes but was quickly ‘helped’ to her feet by the Israeli Powerhouse. The favor certainly wasn't kind, however, as Dayna whipped her across the ring and stomped toward the center. There, Dayna lifted Becky up into the air before slamming her back down with a thunderous Spinebuster!
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeUXBvSGaNw
The Israeli Powerhouse stood up briefly before going back to the mat to hook Becky's leg for the....
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!!!!
Becky kicked out at TWO, but her wide-eyed expression coupled with her heavy breathing did not relay much confidence to her supporters.
Maintaining a stoic expression, Dayna pulled Clayton to her feet and sent two stiff knees into Becky's midsection, doubling her over. Dayna tucked Becky's head under her arm, throwing her arm over her shoulders and lifted The veteran overheard, where she kept her for between five to ten seconds. While the crowd anticipated a standard Suplex, The Executrix deviated from their expectations and slammed Becky down on her face, chest and belly with a ring-shivering Gourdbuster!
GOURDBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf6p-Y_R12A
Becky rolled onto her back, arms across her body as she writhed in pain. Dayna dove down once more, prying Clayton's arms apart and covered her for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!
The champion denied Erza the gold once more as she shot an arm into the air. Just as Becky thought she could catch a break, Dayna rolled her back onto hands and knees and wrapped her slender-strong arms around Becky's waist with a modified Bear Hug!
"I'll make this simple. Give up and I'll release you Rebecca." Dayna growled as she tightened the hold, drawing a few quiet whimpers from the Champion.
"Nuuuugg---noooo-NEVA----", before Becky could even complete her refusal, Dayna lifted Becky into the air and threw her like a sandbag!
GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z_WXendt7d4
"OFFFFF------ARGHHHHHHH!" Just as Becky sat up from the impact, Erza's tanned stems wrapped around her waist and SQUUUEEEEZZZZZEEEED her with a tight Bodyscissors!
Legs cinched around the blonde’s midsection in a gut-churning Figure Four, Erza pressed her palms to the mat and boosted her butt up by six inches to put even more pressure on her opponent’s midsection. “Shall I keep squeezing, Rebecca?” Dayna asked after several breathless seconds. “Or have I made my poiNNNGGGHH!”
Clayton raised her right arm crooked it into a ‘V’ and gouged the point of her elbow into the inside of Erza’s right thigh no less than half a dozen times! From there she really leaned into it, Bex employing that bony dagger to prize her way out of the Sciss--“OOOOWWW!”
Dayna dropped to a seat, raised both hands overhead and brought a heavy Double Slap cracking down between the other wrestler’s shoulders! That slowed Clayton’s escape efforts long enough for Erza to hook her biceps and wrench them backward in a snug Double Chickenwing.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ctocJiCc6M
“You belong to me now, Rebecca.” the Executrix murmured to her struggling rival. “For all your strength, for all your will, you’re nothing but another high value asset for me to use or discard as I see fiHHHRGGGGHHH!”
Becky whipped her noggin backward to catch Erza flush on the chin with a Reverse Headbutt! Wresting her right arm free of Dayna’s control, Clayton smashed a few more elbows into the challenger’s ribs, then rolled to her hand(s) and knees and slowly clambered to verticality with Erza still clinging to her ba--“I said you belong to me.” Dayna growled in Becky’s ear after she’d cinched her right arm around the blonde’s throat and locked her hands to complete the Crossface Chickenwing. “That means I decide where you go and when you go there.” With that she shot a quick glance at Nick Castle and said, “Ask her if she’s had enough.”
“What do you say, Bex? Need to call it for the night?” The pressure on her chin was such that Clayton didn’t verbalize an answer, instead she waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to let the Senior Official know she was far from finished. “She says no, Dayna.”
Erza nodded, yanked back on the Chickenwing and bore down on the Scissors to the point that she could feel every tremor running through Becky’s strong legs. “Ask her again, please. I prefer to have my answers in duplicate, if not triplicHEY!”
Clayton hooked her free arm around Erza’s constricting calves and ‘hupped’ her up a little higher before she broke into a lurching run that took both Destroyers toward an empty corner. Dayna didn’t have to see the buckles closing in to know what Rebecca had in mind, thus she poured even more power into slowing the Camouflage Crusher down before she-- Becky whipped through a last second one-eighty and threw every bit of their combined weight into the buckles!
“UUUUNNNGGGGHHH!” The air exploded from Erza’s lungs and her Scissors popped open but the Chickenwing remained stubbornly in place. Bex grunted, tromped forward a few steps only to hit full reverse for another frame-flattening Splash! The hooks around her neck and shoulder grew looser still and Clayton had a hand free to grab the ropes, but that would’ve meant Castle got her free of the challenger’s clutches and Becky wasn’t gonna have that. Several elbows to the gut demolished the remnants of the hold, thus allowing the blonde to hook her arms under the taller woman’s thighs and boost her into a seat on the top buck--HHRRRGGGHHH!”
Dayna ‘smecked’ her legs around Becky’s neck and tried to pop her head from her shoulders with a Headscissors! “Another valiant effort followed by another colossal misstep, Rebecca.” Erza huffed to the squirming champ. “Seems to summarize your whole career, does it noWHOOAAAAHHH!”
Bex wrapped her arms around Dayna’s shins and marched away from the corner to pull the startled challenger clear off her perch. It wasn’t any comfy Fireman’s Carry or Electric Chair she finished up in either, instead the Executrix was left draped awkwardly down Clayton’s back, the near six-footer almost ‘walking’ on her hands as Becky took ‘em out into deep water. “Unhand me, Rebecca!” Dayna managed to convey a great deal of authority despite her awkward position. “I mean it, girl! Don’t make me repeat myNO WHOOOAAAANNNNGGGHH!” The Peacekeeper continued all the way to the opposite corner whereupon she doubled over so quickly it whipped Erza through more than two-hundred and seventy degrees to THWONK the brunette’s forehead into the top turnbuckle courtesy an Inverted Alabama Slam!
INVERTED ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFLU_aOdW3Q
The impact left Dayna with her arms draped over the top rope, the whole of her lanky frame a perfect target but Becky honed in on the nape of her neck with a short, nasty Elbow Smash that THWHACKED throughout the arena. Satisfied she’d stunned the Israeli Powerhouse, Becky cleared off and turned around, the champ racing into the shadows of the opposite corner just to wheel ‘round and fly down her own back-trail. Dayna heard the patter of boots approaching, alas she didn’t have the wherewithal to pull clear of the corner before Clayton left her feet in a low flying hop that SMASHED the whole of her hundred and forty-plus pounds against Erza’s vulnerable six!
Crying out from somewhere in the depths of that blonde Avalanche, Dayna’s distress only grew more pronounced when Clayton snuggled in and tossed the Executrix’s left arm across her shoulders. “You’ll NEVER own me, honeybunch.” Bex huffed in Erza’s ear as she cinched her arms around the other wrestler’s waist. “But you’re welcome to all the canvas real estate you could ever want!” With that she pulled Dayna clear of the corner, then got low and popped her hips to take the challenger up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a ring-rattling Backdrop Driver!
BACKDROP DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_5qEq4ZjEY
The hellacious Suplex left Erza stretched out on one side in perfect position for a pin, an idea floated by a great many of the Howling Commandos as their heroine filled her hands with Dayna’s hair. Bex noted the suggestion without following it, the Camouflage Crusher clearly eager to exacerbate the Executrix’s suddenly freefalling stock. Switching over to a Wristlock when both women were vertical, Clayton shouldered Ezra back a step, then dropped her hips and slung her at the ropes for an Irish Wh-NOPE!
Becky dug in her heels and reeled the brunette in close, Clayton hooking an arm through Dayna’s stems to hoist her across her chest like she was the lightest of lightweights. Back to the hard camera, the One Woman Army glanced over her shoulder and treated everyone at home to a wink before she whipped through a half circle and released Erza’s legs to send the towering Destroyer THWHAMMING down flat on her face and chest!
SWINGING FACEPLANT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bPQBYM2y_s
“Nnnnngghhhh!” Dayna came up on one elbow, that hand pressed to her mouth and nose to check for any blood after the heavy collis--“HHHRRRGGGHHH!”
Another hurt for the challenger’s growing portfolio when Becky took to the skies and crashed down across the small of her back with a Standing Frog Splash! “Looks like you’re pretty invested in that mat, Erza.” Clayton chided once she’s climbed into a mount on the brunette’s lower back. “But perhaps I can interest you in diversifying with a view of the overhead lights?”
“Yuuuuhhhhh… your grasp of economics is as ham-fisted as your wrestling prowRRRGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky slipped her arms under Dayna’s biceps, locked her fingers together and reefed back on the hold to add a spine-wrenching Camel Clutch to the neck-straining power of the Full Nelson! “You talking back, baby?” Clayton bounced her glutes into the hollow of Erza’s spine to add even more pressure to the challenger’s predicament. “You know what that’s gonna get you!”
FULL NELSON CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdcKWP83Rho
Dayna did, not that the knowledge made things any easier when Becky clamped down and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked the Camel Clutch that much harder!
Dayna had to think quickly as the pressure continued to mount. Arms tied up, she had no means of making her way to the ropes. She tried to work her arms free of the trap, but Becky had too much leverage at this point.
"Having a little trouble?" Becky grunted as she leaned farther backward, extorting a bloodcurdling scream out of the Executrix.
"ARGHH!" Dayna yelled as she shot for Becky's loose hair and yanked it. "REF! HAIR!" Becky complained prompting the ref to count...
"One! Two! Three..."
"You corporate bee...WOAH!", Dayna caught the other side of Becky's head and threw her off the back with a hair Snapmare! Becky landed on her behind but quickly got herself up and attempted to deliver a running knee--BUT NO! Dayna caught onto the swinging leg rolled through, throwing Becky onto the mat. Becky's arms flailed in confusion as Dayna threaded her leg over her hamstring and folded Becky's leg inward forcing Becky to scream, "AAAHHHHHHH! NOOO! NU-AAHAHHH!"
CALF CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClXj2bYWd7E
"Give up?"
"NOOOOO!!!!" Becky screamed in response to the ref, hoping it would take her mind off the pain.
"Give up Rebecca! You are done!" Dayna demanded as she pulled the hold tighter and higher.
The Camouflage Crusher yanked her hair in distress, but after getting used to some of the pain, Clayton dug her elbows into the canvas and began DRAAAGGGing herself to the ropes. There were moments when Becky's raised her palm as if she was about to tap, but it always clenched before it THUMP the mat. With much effort, The veteran finally made enough distance to touch the rope with her fingertips.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!..."
Becky quickly crawled out of the ring to catch a breather as Dayna released the hold on demand. The ref held Dayna back as he began the count, much to Dayna's displeasure. Unable to capture the title by count out, The Executrix slithered out of the adjacent side of the ring and accelerated along the perimeter. An unsuspecting Becky slowly struggled to her feet as Dayna grabbed the ringpost to sharply change her direction and CUT BECKY IN HALF WITH A SPEAR!!!
The crowd went “oooooppphhhh...” as the Camouflage Crusher hit the padded ground. Clayton’s face crumpled up in agony, as she clutched her midsection. The ref threw his hands in the air out of frustration and demanded the competitors return to the ring.
“As you wish.” Dayna dragged Clayton up by her waistband and rolled her under the ropes. Slipping in shortly after, she pressed her forearm across Becky’s face.
“Cover.” Erza commanded the ref to count..
ONE
TWO
THRENOOO-ROPE BREAK!
Becky grabbed onto the bottom rope in the nick of time and survived the near fall.
“Are you serious?” Dayna let out a sigh of frustration as she looked at the ref.
Victory within grasp, Dayna pulled Becky’s flaccid body up and laid her across the shoulders. She paraded the ring with Becky on her shoulders, looking to bring an end to her reign with the Burning Hamm- “URGHH!! URGHH!!”
Sensing imminent danger, The veteran spring back to life and desperately elbowed the back of Dayna’s head, forcing The Israeli Powerhouse to relinquish the hold. Becky slid off Dayna’s back but Dayna quickly spun around and stunned her with an European Uppercut!
“Your struggle is futile, Rebecca. I’m taking your gold no matter what!” Becky growled as she grabbed onto Becky’s wrist and whipped her into the corner!
THUD!
Becky let out a soft groan as her back slammed into the turnbuckle when Dayna immediately smashed a Big Boot into Becky’s face!
Becky’s body crumbled into the canvas with a slight shove. Dayna looked over her shoulder, confirming Becky was motionless and began to ascend the ropes. She carefully erected herself on the top rope and back flipped into the air——but NOBODY’S HOME!
Clayton rolled clear at the last possible second, leaving the challenger to THAWHAM down flat on her face, chest and belly! Bounced into the air by the force of the impact, Erza curled in on herself before she returned to the canvas and wouldn’t have moved for quite some time if Becky hadn’t crawled over and snatched a double handful of hair.
“Get up.” she grunted. “C’mon tuff girl, I said get your ass up!”
Dayna did as best she could, but it must’ve been too slow for the champ’s liking she because she pounded a couple angry Kneelifts into Erza’s chest before she was fully upright. Switching to a Goozle to avoid any hassle from the referee, Bex braced her other hand against the Israeli Powerhouse’s right thigh, then dipped her knees and muscled Dayna into the rafters with a gorgeous Military Press! Under different circumstances Clayton would’ve taken the time to turn to all four sides of the squared circle to better show off her floundering foe. Unfortunately the damage inflicted on her left leg by the Calf Crusher prevented the usual theatrics. So rather than show off she simply muscled the other Destroyer a little bit higher, then tossed her down and caught her outta midair while simultaneously falling forward to THAWHAM Erza into the canvas spine-first! Becky hooked the far leg tight and pulled it up to Dayna’s chest to keep her pinned in place while Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
MILITARY PRESS FALLING POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6djHDHMor0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Ezra kicked loose with half a second to spare, the big brunette tumbling onto her stomach to prevent a second cover. Clayton nodded, took a deep breath and crawled around to the Executrix’s head so she could secure a Front Facelock. “Still think you’re gonna take my gold, Dayna?” Bex muttered as she got to her feet with the challenger’s noggin firmly in her possession. “Doesn’t seem like you’re talking too much anymore, I wonder if you’re not feeling as confiNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Erza couldn’t prize free of the Facelock, so she grabbed some camo waistband with one hand and used it to hold the champ steady for a whole flurry of punches to Clayton’s midsect--“HHHRGGGGHH!” Dayna stopped punching and started flailing when Becky knotted her hands and yoked up to transform the Facelock into something much closer to a Guillotine!
“Tap out!” Becky demanded of the brunette. “Just tap out if you can’t take EEEERRRGGGHH!”
Erza still had hold of her opponent’s trunks and made most of ‘em disappear with a severe wedgie! “I’m more than holding my own, Rebecca.” she huffed. “As the cool breeze on your overrated cheeks can surely attesNNNNGGGHH!”
The Peacekeeper shot up on tiptoe, then kicked both feet forward and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Dayna’s skull into the mat with a Kneeling DDT!
Erza bounced up and flopped onto her back, the usually composed battler looking reduced to so much glassy-eyed wreckage by the sawed-off DDT. The Howling Commandos roared for their heroine to go for the pin, but Becky got to her feet and trudged toward the nearest corner without even considering the cover. Slipping out onto the apron once she reached the ropes, Clayton climbed her way to the high rent district where she stood up straight to better survey the battlefield. Satisfied by the view, she gathered her reserves and leapt out into the void, the blonde stretching out full length to CRUSH her challenger with a massive Splash! Dayna’s legs popped up and now Bex collected them both en route to drawing Erza into a Back Press that pointed her rump at the lights through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Executrix kicked loose just shy of ‘THREE!’ to earn an impressed cheer from the FAWNatics and an incredulous look from Clayton. “You want more, honeybunch? Fine, let’s get you some.”
Another double handful of hair set Erza on her feet, the perfect position for Becky to CRACK her across the chest with a Knife-Edge Chop!
The shot landed flush, as evidenced by the chorus of WOOOO’s that rang through the arena, yet the Camouflage Crusher didn’t get any time to enjoy it because Dayna immediately responded with a Chop of her own!
“Is that all you have to offer, honeybunch?” Erza growled at the wincing blonde. “Perhaps another Chop would wake you NNNGGGHH!”
Becky lit her up with an answering shot and just like that it was on, the pair of powerhouses lighting into each other with a savage exchange of one-for-one Chops!
Their chests were visibly welted red, but neither slowed down until Becky doubled The Executrix over with a knee to the midsection. Clayton rallied the crowd with a raised arm before racing towards the ropes behind her. As she approached, Dayna pressed her hands against her hips and thrust The Army of One into the air! "WOAHHH!" Bex gasped with surprise as her hands flailed in the air before getting smashed with an European Uppercut on her way back down!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM7revZoguE
As soon as Clayton hit the canvas, Dayna dove onto her and hooked the far leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!!
Becky heaved hard, seemingly kicking out by instinct alone. As for Dayna, her frustration grew as Bex continued to survive every heavy hitting maneuver she dished out. But seeing Becky lifeless on the mat (except for her heaving chest), signaled to Dayna that the time was ripe for another Hammer.
"Get up!" The Executrix demanded as she peeled Becky's sweat-slicked body off the canvas and loaded her onto the shoulders. "I'm acquiring your title, Miss Clayton." Dayna muttered as she prepared to drive Becky head-first into the canvas--- but Clayton managed to land on her feet as she flipped over!
"No you're not!" The Camouflage Crusher growled as she gutwrenched a surprised Erza onto her shoulders and hoisted her up into the air by her underarms.
"GRRRGHHHH!" Dayna thrashed in midair, making it difficult for Becky to balance herself. The desperate struggle was effective in preventing the situation from going FUBAR and she slipped behind Becky. Back on the ground, The Israeli Powerhouse made a round trip into the ropes and smashed yet another boot into Clayton's face, knocking her out cold on the canvas! But the tired Businesswoman was unable to hit the brakes for a cover. Instead, she stumbled into the opposite ropes, hanging her arms over it for support.
After catching a moment, The Executrix slid along the ropes into the corner where she stalked a struggling Becky. "Come on Rebecca, get up!" she commanded as Clayton woozily lifted herself from the canvas. Just as Clayton got any semblance of a proper footing, Dayna charged out of the corner like a bullet train, looking to cut Clayton down with another SPE--NO! The Army of One caught Dayna with a Front Facelock and rolled Dayna up in a small package for the....
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!!
Dayna broke out of the hold in a nick of time! The two intense battlers scuttled to their feet and threw yet another identical Big Boot into each other's face. This time, both of them went down in an exhausted heap, prompting the ref to check on their ability to continue.
Exceedingly aware of the punishment absorbed by his charges, Nick Castle allowed them a slow internal five count before he had to make it official. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Becky and Dayna rolled in opposite directions, the rivals seemingly oblivious to one another as they scraped the bottom of their reserves to just make it to all fours. “SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
A relieved roar from the capacity crowd when blonde and brunette clambered to verticality with no more than a whisper to spare. “The battle is mine, Rebecca.” Erza huffed after she’d flipped sweat-damp hair out of her eyes. “Surrender and save yourself further embarrassNNNNGGGHH!”
Becky stormed in, threw an arm over the back of Dayna’s head and jerked her down into a European Uppercut that checked the challenger’s chin with a nasty THWHAP! “You first, honeybunch.” Clayton demanded as Erza stumbled away from the heavy shot. “Why don’t you go back to the boardroom and leave the ring for--”
THWHACK! The Executrix rushed back to the fray and took to the skies for a High Knee that struck the Camouflage Crusher flush between the eyes!
HIGH KNEE 00:00-00:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyrFcHx8d8Y
Bex stumbled in fencepost holes without actually going down, though she did sway through a drunken half circle that put her back to the towering brunette. Noting this, Erza took a step backward then raced by on Clayton’s right and leapt onto the top rope to launch herself back the way she’d came, Dayna twisting ‘round in midair with her right foot streaking toward Becky’s sku--NOOOO!
Becky got her arms up and took a step forward to catch the airborne brunette atop her shoulders, Erza suddenly caught in an unenviable position. Dayna had just enough time to windmill her arms before Clayton went up on tiptoe and slung her down, the Peacekeeper just PLANTING her opponent at the bottom of a crater courtesy of a massive Powerbomb!
Castle dove in to make the count only to find himself with nothing to do because Becky tumbled the vulnerable challenger onto all fours without going for a cover. Positioned on the Israeli Powerhouse’s left side, Clayton hauled Dayna upright, then grabbed hold of her left wrist and forced it between Erza’s thighs so she could seize it with her right hand. From there she leaned over Dayna’s back and threaded her left arm under Erza’s right bicep and yanked it back in a Pumphandle strong enough to flip the Executrix onto her right shoulder. Just like that she popped up on her right foot and laid out on that side to THAWHAM Dayna down on the back of her head and shoulders with a move Bex called Alpha Charlie.
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
Erza exploded into an insensate starfish moments before an exhausted Clayton crawled atop her in a north-south arrangement, Becky hooking the brunette around both thighs and pulling them close while she rose to her knees and sat squarely on Dayna’s chest. Beside them, Nick Castle swooped in and slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Clayton tossed Erza’s legs aside, got to her feet and immediately backpedaled into the strands to keep from landing on her ass during the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex offered the fans a weary single bicep flex, though she didn’t muster anything like real energy until the Senior Official hurried over with the belt in hand. Accepting in with nod, the Peacekeeper trudged back to the middle of the squared circle and only raised the gold after she’d claimed a standing straddle over the fallen challenger. “You can have all the boardrooms you want, Dayna.” Clayton told her rival. “But this ring,” she slapped the title’s faceplate once it was strapped around her waist, “and this gold? They’re both mine!”
Dayna offered nothing but an oblivious moan in response, so Becky turned her attention to the Howling Commandos and other FAWNatics, the Camouflage Crusher sending everyone home happy with a powerful show of flex appeal that was still going on when the broadcast faded to black.