Post by hawkeye on Dec 8, 2021 1:36:13 GMT
The crowd was still abuzz over the conclusion of the last match when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight, his return promise of yet more action only heartbeats away. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
Those gathered for warmth against this Cold November Pain leapt to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
Grin giving way to gritty determination in the face of the still building sound, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight’s all important tiebreaker against the Velvet Sadist, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Al Carpenter and offered him her pads and boots.
“Eyes in the back of your head tonight, Al. Kathryn’s dangerous enough all by herself, with Anciline out here she’s even worse.”
“I’ll do my best, Bridget.” he answered after running through the final inspection. “Just try to keep it in the ring as much as possible, ok? That way I can keep track of the two of you without worrying about yelling at my boss.”
Bridget smiled thinly, though her attention was already on the stage. “No promises, buddy. I’ve been holding onto this receipt for far too long. Tonight she gets it back with interest.”
Silent until Bridget’s music faded, the Announcer swept a hand toward the stage and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Anciline de Cyr!”
ANCILINE DE CYR:
The FAWN faithful did anything but, indeed the vitriol was nearly deafening when the former World Champion and current FAWN executive strode out of the gloom. Utterly unconcerned with the insignificant quacking aimed in her direction, Anciline simply allowed the hue and cry to fade to manageable levels before she turned her attention to the squared circle and headed in that direction. Several fools on the aisle had the temerity to actually extend a hand in the legend’s direction and she reacted accordingly, which was to say, not at all. While not dressed for battle de Cyr still cut an impressive figure accentuated by a long sleeved, maroon slim-fit blouse and an equally flattering fog-gray pencil skirt that ended two inches above the knee.
Mounting the steps without once acknowledging the deplorable throng that made up the Orlando populace, de Cyr waited on the apron until Carpenter hurried over and took a seat on the second rope to allow her proper passage. From there she approached the Announcer and laid claim to his microphone.
“Is that anyway to show your gratitude? Your thankfulness?” Anciline scolded the crowd. “I am about to bestow a great gift upon your humdrum little lives and you have the gall to greet me in such a fashion?”
Apparently they did because this question resulted in another wave of cacophonous boos.
De Cyr rolled her eyes and continued speaking. “What you are about to witness is a statement of absolute superiority. Mademoiselle Stroud has operated under the notion that it is simply bad luck and sloppy officiating that has led to her recent struggles against my protégé. But that is far from the truth. Unfortunately for Mademoiselle Stroud, the TRUTH is that she harbors this illusion only because my her opponent has allowed her to do so. It was amusing at first, but these repeated challenges have grown tiresome and so she will put an end to this farce tonight. And in such a way that no one, not even a woman as stubborn as Mademoiselle Stroud, will be able to deny my client’s domination.” Turning to face Bridget for the first time, Anciline said, “Prepare yourself, girl. For your end quickly approaches.” To the crowd she called, “Introducing Mademoiselle Stroud’s adversary and better, hailing from Marseilles, France, she stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is KATHRYN de CHEVALIER!”
LA GRENADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85m-Qgo9_nE
Over the pulse of a guitar and Clara Luciani’s ‘La Grenade‘, the curtain parted, and the aristocrat in the ring was joined by a phenom atop the ramp. Patently unimpressed even before she made her presence known, Kathryn managed to look even more disgusted after mere heartbeats among the FAWNatics. As per usual the French grappler was dressed for battle, her flawless, porcelain skin standing in stark contrast to the black fightin’ two piece that hugged her curvaceous frame, the bottoms tied at her hips, and a web of lacing across her bust connecting one cup to the other, while still offering the most tantalizing view of the considerable cleavage behind those laces. From her fingertips to a little beyond each elbow stretched elegant, dark red, nylon opera gloves, while a set of stockings of the same material and color rose to mid thigh, garters connecting them to her briefs. To complete her look, she sported a pair of black leather ankle boots, not at all unlike the sort of footwear de Cyr favored during her reign of terror.
KATHRYN DE CHEVALIER:
Already bored of the rabble that made up her domain, de Chevalier finally showed some interest when she locked eyes with Sweet Disaster. Offering the brunette a sly smile as she traced a finger over the slope of her cleavage, Kathryn made her way down the ramp into the shadow of the squared circle where she stopped to await passage through the ropes. Al started forward to offer his charge the same service he’d provided Anciline, but de Cyr stopped him with a single flick of the wrist. Anci had just sit down on the middle strand when Kathryn shook her head ‘no’. Beckoning the legend to join her on the floor, the Velvet Sadist waited for her mentor to clear the ring before she climbed onto the apron and treated Stroud to a pointed look. If the message wasn’t clear, she nudged the middle rope with her knee and sniffed, <“I’m waiting.”>
Already infuriated with the blonde’s posturing, Bridget stomped toward the ropes and would’ve pulled Kathryn in by her hair if Al hadn’t stepped in and looped an arm around her waist. “C’mon Bridget, you know better than that! Get to your corner and cool down, the bell will ring soon enough!”
“Why don’t you tell HER that!” Stroud dug in her heels and continued to reeeeeeaaach for the insolent, smirking blonde. “Cheating poseur bytch never met someone she couldn’t hide behi--”
de Chevalier ran a hand over the top of her décolletage, drew her fingers together and ‘waved’ a non-existent mist of sweat in the direction of her fuming adversary. <“Lowing cow.”> she sniffed. <“Save your whining for when the real torment sta--”>
Sweet Disaster slipped free of Al’s grasp, charged the ropes and would’ve loosened the Frenchwoman’s teeth if Kathryn hadn’t dropped to the floor at the last possible moment. <“Too slow.”> she waggled a condescending index finger in the brunette’s direction. <“Just one more arena in which you fall lamentably--”>
Hands clutching the top strand, Sweet Disaster stepped onto the bottom rope, leaned over and spat down on the blonde! She’d aimed for Kathryn’s cheek but the brat stepped back in time to avoid that disgusting indignity. Not that she escaped entirely unscathed mind you, as Stroud’s spit(e) landed on the toe of her nemesis’ right boot!
<“HOW DARE YOU!”> de Chevalier bellowed with rage as she leapt onto the apron, all thoughts of mind games forgotten in the wake of the brunette’s disgusting slight. <“YOU’LL LICK MY BOOTS FOR SUCH INSOLENCE, COWWEERRRGGGHHH!”>
Bridget decked Kathryn square in the mouth with a closed fist Haymaker that sent the blonde tumbling from the apron to the floor! “Ring the bell, dammit!” Stroud barked at Carpenter. “Or just throw the f*cking thing out, because I’m through waiting!”
True to her word, Stroud vaulted up and over the rubber-coated steel and stretched out full-length to THWHUMP de Chevalier to the floor with an aggressive Slingshot Crossbody! Rising to one knee the instant she put Kathryn on the deck, Bridget snatched a handful of hair and yanked the blonde’s noggin up so she didn’t have as far to go when she started throwing punches into de Chevalier’s hairline. She hadn’t landed half a dozen shots when movement in her peripheral vision prompted Bridget to grab a double handful of hair and THWHUNK the back of her opponent’s skull against the thinly-sheathed concrete.
“Don’t even think about it!” she shouted at Anciline de Cyr, who stopped in her tracks when Stroud met her gaze. “I mean it, Anci! One more step and I’ll make sure they stop the match on account of concussion protocol”
De Cyr sniffed, took a single step back. “Do you think the fines would be worth it, Bridget? I can assure you, they will be most punitive.”
“To watch this sniveling cheater leave on a stretcher?” Stroud lifted Kathryn’s head again, but she settled for pulling her hair instead of rattling her school. “To know that SHE knows her mentor had to save her because she got her ass beat in two minutes flat? Yeah, I’d pay that fine.”
Anciline frowned, took another step back, then looked to Al Carpenter. “Ring the bell, Mr. Carpenter.”
Scrambling to verticality without releasing her grip on the other wrestler’s hair, Bridget moved one hand to Kathryn’s waistband to ensure more thorough control when she whipped through a full circle and used the momentum to sling her burden under the bottom rope. De Chevalier’s return to the squared circle coincided with the CLANG of the bell and Stroud hopping onto the apron. From there she raced to the nearest corner and climbed into the high rent district of the top turnbuckle.
<“On your guard, Kathryn!”> Anciline pounded a fist against the canvas in an effort to get her charge’s attention even as Kathryn returned to boot-leather. <“The rock climber is directly behind--”>
To her credit, de Chevalier whirled around with claws upraised, alas she didn’t realize that Minnesota Wild was striking from upon high until the brunette THWHUMPED knotted fists between her eyes with a perfect Double Axehandle!
Kathryn went down in a heap only to sit up and roll to one knee, her return to verticality made even quicker by Bridget, who snatched hold of one wrist and tugged / reeled the startled blonde into a stiff Short-Arm Clothesline! “Get up!” Stroud still had hold of de Chevalier’s wrist, meaning it was quite simple to force compliance from a woozy Kathryn. “C’mon punk, I said get up!”
A second Short-Arm Clothesline followed the Frenchwoman’s latest rise, but another violent skull on canvas collision meant wasn’t nearly so quick to get up a third time despite Bridget’s insistent tugging. “Don’t even think about quitting on me, Kathy. Don’t you freakin’ dare!” Stroud ordered as she scraped de Chevalier off the deck in a series of fits and starts. “This isn’t even the beginning of everything you deserve. I haven’t even touched your rack yet, OR that soft little belly!”
<“Vuuuhhh…vile cow.” Kathryn muttered to the gauche American. <“You will scream yourself hoarse begging my forgivneSSSUUUGGGHHH!”>
Bridget dropped to one knee and shot in low, the brunette driving her left shoulder into de Chevalier’s midsection for a Spear but to cinch her arms around the other wrestler’s waist in a brawny Kneeling Bear Hug! “Were you saying something, cupcake?” Stroud kept the left side of her face snug against Kathryn’s left flank so the curvy grappler couldn’t land any easy shots to the crown of her skull. “Didn’t sound like a whimpering submission to me, so whatever you wanna say, just SAY IT!” Bridget timed her last words to a pair of convulsive constrictions that forced the blonde up on mincing tiptoe before curling her over the former rock climber’s encroaching shoulder.
<“You… you end tonight.”> de Chevalier crooked her fingers into claws and dragged ‘em up Stroud’s back, though each stinging pass earned her another powerful pulse. <“Mercy is too good for shyt like you. Forget screaming for anything more than abject agony once I’ve returned you to the Breast SmothHHRRRRRGGGGGHHH!”>
Bridget poured on even more pressure, then got to her feet with the Bear Hug in place so she could muscle Kathryn over that shoulder like a bag of leaves! “Sounds like you’re sassing me, Kathy.” Stroud muttered as she turned a small circle in the middle of the ring. “It’s high time you learned that bad attitude comes with a high price!” Eyes drawn to a corner on the far side of the ring, Bridget broke into a run that only came to an end when she BWUUUNGED Kathryn into the buckles spine-first!
“Break!” Anciline called out at once. “Break them up, they’re in the corner!”
“Yeah we are.” Stroud was again down on one knee, all the better to anchor both hands to the middle rope. “And I’ve got five whole seconds to do whatever I damned well please!”
That turned out to be a whole lotta Shoulderblocks (almost a dozen all told) made even more impactful by the short-range delivery and Bridget’s determination to cut her rival in half with nothing more than the bony joint. In the end Sweet Disaster didn’t accomplish this fatal goal she did however leave de Chevalier doubled over with her butt wedged up against the middle buckle. “Go on, catch your breath if you can!” Stroud chided the blonde as she backed away with both hands raised to shoulder-level. “Sure does suck to get caught by a cheap shot, doesn’t it Kath--”
Madam Guillotine straightened up, leaned forward and spat at the departing brunette! Her effort came to naught, though it landed close enough to Bridget’s boot to ensure the Frenchwoman’s point was perfectly clear. <“A cheap shot from a cheap slut.”> she hissed at Stroud. <“Spitting is still too good for the likes of you, but that won’t stop me from--”>
Bridget lunged at de Chevalier with an arm drawn back to smite the blonde’s chest with a huge Forearm Smash. Alas, this proved just another stone on the road to Hell, as Kathryn flicked out her foot for a quick kick that struck Minnesota Wild in the right knee! Stroud cried out and stumbled into a loose Bear Hug that got a lot tighter the instant before de Chevalier THUNKED a Headbutt between the brunette’s eyes! Grinding knotted fists into the small of her foe’s back, Kathryn gave the Hug a few rough shakes, then slid her hands down beneath the curve of Bridget’s buttocks and powered her into the air just to plant her crotch-first atop the bony joint!
Anciline offered Kathryn her first golf clap of the evening and suggested the blonde weaken Stroud’s resolve with another knee-knocking Inverted Atomic Drop. De Chevalier shot up on tiptoe in apparent agreement with Anci’s advice, but rather than repeat her previous tactic she took a couple steps forward and fell backward to BWUNG the brunette’s face against the top turnbuckle! On her feet within seconds, Kathryn draped Bridget’s arms over the top rope, then reached through the strands to snatch hold of the other wrestler’s wrists. In the same instant she braced her right foot in the center of Stroud’s back and puuuuuussssshed forward while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaanking back on an agonizing Surfboard!
<“SCREAM!”> Kathryn snarled Bridget began to twist and groan, a reaction that wasn’t nearly loud enough for the Frenchwoman’s liking. <“I said scream, COW!”> De Chevalier ground her heels between the brunette’s shoulders and yanked her arms up and down in an effort to dislocate Stroud’s shoulders.
“ROPES!” Bridget shouted. “I’m in the ropes, get her the hell offa meUNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Kathryn stomped her opponent’s back three more times, dropped her wrists, then snuggled in against Bridget’s back so she could pound a vile right hook into the former rock climber’s liver! Stroud sobbed in anguish and collapsed against the corner, an awkward predicament made all the more unpleasant when de Chevalier snuggled in against her back. <“You’re mine, cow.”> the blonde tucked some hair behind Bridget’s right ear to better murmur her threat. <“Would you like to beg now or…”> Kathryn reached up with both hands, cupped Stroud’s breasts and squeezed until her knuckles showed white!
“Ropes!” Sweet Disaster moaned to the official. “I’m in the goddamned ropNNGGHH!”
Much as she desired to humble the brunette’s bounty, de Chevalier knew her time in the corner was coming to an end, so she switched over to a double fistful of Bridget’s hair and bounced her forehead off the top turnbuckle to ensure the other wrestler was nice and docile when the Frenchwoman rounded on one heel and stomped to the other side of the ring. <“Silence, trash!”> she snapped to the jeering FAWNatics. <“I don’t want to hear a word until I give you something to truly weep about!”> Emphasizing the demand with a pair of upraised middle fingers, Kathryn did an about-face and raced down on her back trail and ultimately left her feet in a short hop that CRUSHED Bridget against the unyielding buckles!
“All right Kathryn, lets get her out of the corner!” Al chided de Chevalier as she lounged against the brunette’s strong back. Kathryn just tapped an ear and shrugged her shoulders before wedging her head beneath Stroud’s left arm. Slipping her right arm around Bridget’s waist, she pressed her left hand to Sweet Disaster’s rump and marched her away from the buckles before popping her hips to take Stroud up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a Backdrop Suplex! Rather than hold the bridge as tradition suggested, de Chevalier shifted onto her stomach and hooked the brunette’s left leg in a tight cradle to keep her pinned in place for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget kicked out and rolled onto her stomach, an arrangement that guarded against more pins but proved woefully inadequate when de Kathryn climbed aboard and snatched a double handful of hair. <“Hide your face!”> she ordered in the midst of forcing Stroud’s features flat against the rough canvas. <“I’m tired of your foulness ruining every shot of my dominance!”>
Determined to correct this slight as quickly as possible, de Chevalier pressed down with everything she could muster and began to yank Bridget’s noggin back and forth like she meant to scrub her face right the hell off! Stroud squeals in outraged anguish and fights like a wildcat to throw her attacker clear, unfortunately Kathryn’s knees were glued to the American’s flanks and her seat bounces only because the blonde wished it so. Indeed Bridget might’ve endured some lasting damage if Carpenter hadn’t hurried over to the action and began to count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Madam Guillotine raised her hands with a snide flourish, showing both palms to the official before taking a moment to pluck off the stray hairs pulled loose by her most recent offensive.
<“You’ve scuffed her frame quite adequately, mademoiselle.”> Anciline told her protégé while Kathryn took stock of the situation. <“I believe now would be the ideal time to break her spirit. You’ve heard her whine, it’s time you heard her blubber.”>
<“More than enough of that right here.”> de Chevalier pushed to one knee, reached back and treated Bridget’s backside to several hard swats and one possessive squeeze. <“How a disgusting creature like yourself thought you could challenge me, I’ll never understand.”>
Kathryn didn’t want an answer and she certainly didn’t listen to the weary groaning that issued from the brunette’s aggressive abraded features. Instead she slid backward, helped herself to Stroud’s ankles and neatly folded Bridget’s right shin into the pit of her left knee so she could fold that leg up into a Figure Four the Frenchwoman held in place by bracing a calf against Sweet Disaster’s shin. Set heavily on her right knee, de Chevalier cupped her foe’s chin with her right hand and yanked Bridget’s head up so she could mush Stroud’s cheeks in a humiliating Fish Face.
<“Listen to the verbal excrement pouring from your mouth!”> the blonde sneered as she squeezed a series of pained ‘words’ from Stroud. <“Couldn’t even take a moment to learn how to surrender in French, could you? Could--”>
“Shut. Your. Mouth.” Bridget’s usually pleasant tone was little more than a vicious growl. “Just shut your goddamned mouth you arrogant AAAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Kathryn slipped her free hand beneath the brunette’s left arm so she could secure a painful clamp on that breast! <“Do not speak to me in such a tone.”> Madam Guillotine pulled Stroud’s bounty free of its confinement so she could expose her rival to the worst tactics the French Inqui-tit-ion had to offer. Flashing a wicked smile as she honed in on Bridget’s nipple, the blonde clarified her position. <“In fact, do not speak to me at all. The only worthwhile thing to ever come out of your mouth is a sobbing submission and you can’t even speak it properly!”>
“What do you say, Bridget?” Al knelt beside his charges to check on Stroud’s condition. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Bridget waggled out a ‘no’ as best she could. “Whhhuuu… why don’t you ask her? Whiny little baby’s likely to tap out if she has to work too harHUUURRGGGGHK!”
Kathryn abandoned both grips to grab hold of Stroud’s top and pull it tight across her throat in a makeshift garrote! <“I am better than you.”> she explained in the midst of this merciless throttling. <“In every conceivable way, I am better than you. You will sing this truth from the rafters or you will leave this ring in nothing but your knee pads!”>
De Chevalier had much more to say to the gelatinous glob that fancied itself her rival, alas the referee had stopped warning and started counting, thus forcing the Frenchwoman to release the stranglehold when he reached ‘FOUR!’ Tugging the shorn top away with a theatrical flourish, Kathryn made a show of throwing it to the fans only to toss it over her shoulder with a haughty sniff. <“Stand, if your knees haven’t failed yet.”> Kathryn told Minnesota Wild after she’d filled her hands with Stroud’s hair and returned to verticality.
Bridget didn’t acknowledge the command with words, but she clambered to all fours and then to her feet, the brunette twisting as she did to throw a punch at-- “OOFFFHH!” De Chevalier skewered the American’s stomach with a Kneelift and immediately followed with a Headbutt to the bridge of Stroud’s nose! She’d intended to put Bridget on her knees and was mildly irked when the other woman remained upright, but rather than bore herself with repetition she circled around behind Stroud and lowered her right shoulder so she could slip that arm around Bridget’s left thigh. Just like that she jammed that shoulder into the small of Stroud’s back and hoisted her skyward for a spine-snapping TortNO!
Sweet Disaster dipped her knees and pushed off in time with de Chevalier’s lift for some additional momentum that let her roll free of the Torture Rack and come down in a crouch beside the startled blonde! Stroud sprang up decked Kathyrn across the jaw with a Forearm Smash that sent her stumbling back into the ropes only to shoot off ‘em going straight for the brunette with a massive Lariat that would’ve turned Bridget inside out if she hadn’t avoided it with a nifty little forward roll! The miss didn’t slow de Chevalier one bit, she just raced to the opposite set of strands to come back even faster the second time around. Difference was, Stroud came for her too, Sweet Disaster refusing to blink even when Kathryn took to the air, the curvaceous blonde battler pivoting sideways in mid-air for a high impact Crossbo-- Bridget caught Kathryn out of the void and launched herself into a gorgeous Standing Moonsault that planted de Chevalier on the thinly-sheathed plywood with a resounding THAWHAM!
MOONSAULT POWER SLAM @ 3:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zTTHMFupE0
Rearing back on her knees in the aftermath, a wild-eyed Bridget threw herself across Kathryn’s tummy in a miniature Splash, hooked the far leg and pointed the blonde’s butt at the lights with a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Madam Guillotine shot an arm into the air to save the match and deflate the FAWNatics in a single stroke! Unlike the audience, Stroud looked to be in high spirits as she yanked the gawping grappler to a seat with a double handful of hair. Posted up directly behind her prey, she cupped de Chevalier’s chin in her right hand, then gripped that wrist in her left hand and wrenched the other woman’s head to the side at an awkward angle. Forearm pressed snug to the right side of Kathryn’s face, Bridget braced the base of de Chevalier’s skull against her left thigh and continued to pour on the pressure.
“Where’s that mouth?” Stroud huffed as Kathryn pulled and swiped at her forearms. “Where’s that snotty trash talk now, Kathy? Guess it’s a little harder to mouth off when you’re worried about losing your he--”
<“SILENCE, COW!”> de Chevalier sneered. <“This insolence only hastens your destruNNNNNNGGGHHH!”>
Bridget moved her left hand to the top of Kathryn’s head, then went up on tiptoe and jabbed a knee into the nape of the blonde’s neck! Kathryn shuddered, both hands dropping into her lap while Minnesota Wild stood up with the Neck Twist still in pla-- Stroud let loose, took a step back, then shot down and in, the lithesome brunette twisting into a corkscrew that let her THWHACK a vicious European Uppercut against the back of her opponent’s skull! Kathryn’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed suit, the usually sturdy blonde battler slopping to the deck like a puppet with cut strings.
Beside her, Bridget hurried to one knee and hooked the Half Nelson, but rather than roll de Chevalier onto her back, Minnesota Wild gripped the nape of her opponent’s neck to hold her in place while she stretched out, the brunette getting full extension on her right leg to ensure the most power behind the Knee Strike she THUMPED into Kathryn’s ribs! The blonde groaned and tried to roll onto her back, but Stroud simply bore down on her sore neck to keep her stuck to the canvas while the brunette repeatedly skewered the Frenchwoman’s plush flank with another half dozen Knee Strikes! Setting that bony dagger atop the small of Kathryn’s back when the set was finished, Bridget grabbed a rough handful of her nemesis’ hair and wrenched her head off the mat.
“You submit?” she asked.
<“To trash like you? Never.”>
Stroud didn’t have to speak the language to comprehend the emphatic denial. Leaning a bit more weight on de Chevalier’s spine, Bridget ground her knee in deep before repeating her question. “Sure about that, cutie? You’re feeling awfully so--”
<“Kiss my ass!”> Kathryn snapped. <“And stop wasting my oxygen, you miserable little shytHHHHRRGGGGGHHH!”>
Sweet Disaster relinquished the Half Nelson and the hair-hold so she could loop her right arm around Kathryn’s neck and lock her hands in a tight S-grip. Seated flat on her butt, the brunette planted her feet and leaned backward while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaaanking up on the Headlock she’d coiled around her foe’s dome! Not liking the ugly red flush creeping into his charge’s features, Al dropped to a knee and asked, “What do you say, Kathryn? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Stand aside, Monsieur Carpenter.” Anciline answered from her place on the outside. “I would have words with my protégé.”
Stroud heard this, smiled and squeezed a little harder while sidling to the left so de Cyr had a better view of the other blonde. “Mom’s worried about you.” the former rock climber chided. “She’s worried I’m gonna pop that snotty little head right off your shoulders.”
Kathryn, who’d been clawing at the mat to pull their combined weight closer to the ropes, paused in these efforts to rake and tear at the American’s bicep. <“Ignorant cow! She’s worried I might maim--”>
<“Enough talk, Kathryn.” Anciline interrupted. <“Waste no more energy on words. Steady your thoughts, then show this girl why she is unfit for a contest of women.”>
Madam Guillotine hated to concede any point that didn’t issue from her own lips, but she couldn’t deny that de Cyr had a point. Ignoring the pressure as best she could (this was no small feat given the gnashing pressure on her jaw) Kathryn braced her hands against the canvas and bicycled her legs until she was able to make it to one knee. Doing so forced Bridget to do the same, though it didn’t lessen the brunette’s efforts in the slightest. If anything she put even more into the Headlock, Stroud jouncing and wrenching on the simple hold, each fresh groan from de Chevalier adding a few millimeters to Sweet Disaster’s grin.
“What’s wrong hun, can’t break my grip? These hands too strong for your delicate sensibil--”
Kathryn wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist and let out a furious bellow as she powered back to verticality. Answering Stroud’s Headlock with what was effectively a side-angled Bear Hug, de Chevalier dipped low and-- “AAAAARRRRHHHHH!” A wail of pain and frustration from Kathryn when Bridget halved the Headlock and affixed an Iron Claw to the blonde’s face!
“Don’t tap if you can hold out.” the brunette grunted. “I’d love to squeeze until I hear something crunNO YOU DON’T!”
De Chevalier broke the Waistlock and drew her left hand back for what could’ve been a match-changing Low Blow if Stroud hadn’t raised a foot and stomped down on her opponent’s toes! Another quick squeeze on the Iron Claw meant Kathryn was otherwise preoccupied when Minnesota Wild switched over to a simple hair-hold and spun in place to reel the Frenchwoman into a Standing Headscissors. Tipping a wink to the raucously cheering FAWNatics, Bridget cinched her arms around de Chevalier’s waist, then dipped her knees and spun the blonde up into a seat on her should--THAWHAM! Stroud slung Kathryn down while simultaneously dropping to her butt for a Sit-Out Powerbomb that planted her adversary in the middle of the canvas with ring-rattling force! Hooking her calves over de Chevalier’s biceps upon impact, Bridget leaned into the other wrestler’s upturned haunches and nodded in time with the count of…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Madam Guillotine ‘smecked’ her thighs against Stroud’s ears and hitched a shoulder up to break the pin with half a second to spare. Stroud grimaced, shook her head to clear the cobwebs and showed three fingers to Al Carpenter, who answered with two. “I always knew you were a coward.” the brunette growled to Kathryn as she straddled the woozy wrestler’s waist. “Going for my trunks the instant you couldn’t break my grip? That just proves it.”
<“Grrrhhh… get your fat, disgusting ass off of me!”> de Chevalier sneered after Stroud pinned the blonde’s left bicep to the canvas with her right knee. <“I mean it you slobbering cow, unhand me this instant or I’ll--”>
Bridget hooked her left hand into a cruel claw and reached for Kathryn’s face which forced her to grab hold of the American’s wrist. The resistance only motivated Stroud, who grabbed her forearm for additional leverage and pushed the claw several inches closer to her rival’s concerned countenance. “Tonight’s the night, Kathy.” Stroud huffed. “The night I finally shut you upOOOHHH OOOOOWWWW!”
Understanding (and hating) that she couldn’t halt the cow’s advance with only one hand, de Chevalier abruptly yanked down on Stroud’s wrist and raised her head to bite down on her attacker’s middle and ring fingers! This nefarious gnawing earned an immediate rebuke from the official, but Kathryn knew exactly how much time was available to her and she continued to chomp and chew until Al reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Bridget yanked her hand away the instant she was free and lost her perch just as quickly when de Chevalier threw the brunette off with a sharp twist of her hips. “WITCH!” Stroud shook the sting from her fingers and reformed the claw, holding it up behind her head in anticipation of clamping it to Kathryn’s face the instant she clambered to her feet.
<“On your guard, Kathryn!”> Anciline shouted to her charge. <“She’s behind you, don’t offer her your faYES! Beautifully done!”
Sweet Disaster lunged forward showing Iron Claw, an effort de Chevalier didn’t so much dodge as she did thwart thanks to the thumb she jabbed in the brunette’s eye! Flat out ignoring Carpenter’s bark of warning, Kathryn dipped low and threaded her right arm through Stroud’s legs so she could muscle the former rock climber up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. <“The end has come for you, cow!”> de Chevalier cackled as she draped her other arm over the back of her rival’s neck. <“But the humiliation has only just begun, that’s a promise!”>
No response from Stroud, not that Kathryn was listening, as she’d already stomped to the center of the ring and began to spin. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Madam Guillotine made no less than six full rotations before she slung Stroud off her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Bridget down on the back of her head and shoulders! Blown into an insensate starfish by the blonde’s Haute Tension, Bridget only moaned when Kathryn slid forward, sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a Half Matchbook good for the…
HAUTE TENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJJPKVuerhU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Stroud slopped onto her side, forcing the match to continue for at least another three seconds.
<“I knew you were too foolish to recognize the inevitable.”> Kathryn sneered as she filled her hands with the other woman’s battle-damp hair. <“I wonder, will piling shame upon shame upon shame bring light to the darkness of your ignorance?”>
“Yuuuuhhh…you cheap skank.” Bridget grunted. “Never met a shortcut you didn’t love, is that HHHRRRGHHH OOOOOHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Thoroughly disgusted by her opponent’s nonsensical babble, Kathryn slipped around behind Bridget and pinned both arms over her head with a Full Nelson which she promptly converted into a one-armed bundling of the American’s biceps and left the blonde with one hand free to mercilessly twissssssssst and tweaaaaaaaaaak Bridget’s nipples! <“How often must I prove my superiority and display your inferiority?”> de Chevalier cooed in Stroud’s ear. <“Such repetition might bore me if you weren’t such an insufferable cow. Even so, I think it’s only fair that you moo for me.”>
Kathryn narrowed her focus to Minnesota Wild’s right nub, which she treated to a slow, malicious pinch. Stroud groaned, stamped her feet and tried to wrest free of the agonizing predicament but that was all. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, de Chevalier switched over to the left side and snarled, <“MOO!”> in her prey’s ear.
“You bytch.” Bridget rasped. “You’ll never make me NNNGGGHH!” The Frenchwoman released both holds, gripped a shoulder in each hand and THWUNKED a Headbutt into the nape of her rival’s neck! Stroud’s knees turned to water but she didn’t go down because de Chevalier hooked both arms at the elbows and pulled them backward in a Double Chickenwing. Far from another humiliation tactic (though the arrangement did nothing for the flush in Bridget’s cheeks) Kathryn lowered her head, stuffed it between Stroud’s thighs and stood up straight to leave the brunette draped down her back with a leg framing either side of her head. Taking an ankle in each hand, Kathryn set out on an arrogant circuit of the squared circle, the curvaceous battler making a point to exaggerate every third or fourth step to put even more strain on Bridget’s shoulders, knees and spine.
BONAPARTE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=glct6ZlSfww
<“Are you enjoying the view?”> de Chevalier taunted the jeering throng. <“Take it in while you can, she’ll never show her face near a ring after tonight!”>
Most assembled for Cold November Pain had no idea what Kathryn was saying, but they knew they didn’t like her tone so they responded with cacophonous jeers that quickly cleared into a chant of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ The sound of the American’s name echoing in through the rafters aroused a strong desire to silence each and every one of those baying idiots and de Chevalier knew exactly how to do it. Training her attention on a corner on the far side of the ring, Madam Guillotine clamped down on the Bonaparte Lock, then broke into a sprint that looked effortless despite the fact that she was carrying a human backpack. Never slowing in the slightest, Kathryn whipped around a few steps removed from the corner so a defenseless Bridget went tummy-first into the top turnbuckle with a nauseating BWUUUNG!
De Chevalier released the brunette’s legs on impact, thus allowing the residual momentum to flop Stroud into a seat on the top turnbuckle, though she was folded over in gut-shot agony in the wake of her rough arrival. <“They’re not cheering for you now, are they?”> the blonde asked her nauseated nemesis. <“Is that because I’ve shocked them into silence? Or perhaps they’re waiting with bated breath for the next round of screaming?”>
Without waiting for an answer, Kathryn crooked her fingers into talons, set them against the small of the American’s back and raaaaaaaaaaked all the way down to her shoulders! Bridget cried out and sat up straight, unfortunately this change in elevation didn’t save her from de Chevalier’s clutches or rather her palms, as the blonde bombshell went up on tiptoe to CRAAACK a vile Bytch Slap offa her opponent’s cheek. Arms spread wide to welcome the boos as she wheeled around and strutted to the middle of the ring, Kathryn kissed the tips of her fingers but rather than blow the smooch into the aether she simply raised an index finger and hoisted it high overhead. From there she raced back to Stroud’s corner, climbed her way to the top rope and threaded her arms under the American’s biceps in a loose Double Underhook. In the next instant she popped her hips and fell back into the void to send Bridget hurtling almost three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy of her Avalanche Butterfly Suplex!
AVALANCHE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrkIRWvioXs
The THAWHAM of body on canvas earned a groan of sympathetic anguish from the crowd while Bridget herself remained silent, the scream apparently simply too large to escape her throat at the moment.
Already back on her feet by the time Bridget rolled onto her stomach, Kathryn made a show of fluffing her hair and adjusting her top before plunging both hands into the brunette’s hair. <“How did you ever make a name as a mountain climber?”> de Chevalier scoffed as she wedged the American’s noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors. <“It seems to me your only real talent is dramatic falling!”>
This earned nothing but a groan from Sweet Disaster, so Kathryn hunched forward, wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist and muscled her into a seat atop the Frenchwoman’s shoulders. Releasing her grip once the brunette was settled, Kathryn slipped her thumbs into the leg holes of Stroud’s trunks, then grabbed on at each hip and yanked straight up, a move that lifted Bridget out of her seat while simultaneously inflicting a gaudy wedgie! Eyes wide as she realized her predicament, Stroud windmilled her arms in an effort to stay upright, but de Chevalier had no interest in such niceties and she slung the brunette forward and down to PLANT Bridget on the deck with a thunderous Powerbomb!
ELEVATED POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttkBXzVJG5o
Stroud bounced to a seat so Kathryn raised a foot, pressed it to her rival’s cheek and nudged her down flat. <“And fate returns us to our proper places.”> Madam Guillotine cooed as she planted that foot atop Bridget’s pain-slacked face for a supremely arrogant cover. Hands on her hips, she glanced to Carpenter and sniffed, <“Count.”>
She needn’t have wasted her breath, Al was already swooping down beside the action to tally the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud didn’t really kick out, she just got a hand against de Chevalier’s boot and pushed it away to break the count with a whisper to spare.
<“Don’t lose your temper, Kathryn.”> Anciline called when she saw the look of volcanic rage pass across the younger woman’s face. <“The brat is at your mercy, so take your time and make her suffer!”>
Kathryn took a deep breath, let it out slow, then bent down and buried her hands in the American’s hair. <“Steady your nerves, cow.”> de Chevalier dragged Stroud to all fours and shoved the brunette’s face against the toe of her right boot. <“I won’t have you blubbering with shame until worship has concluded.”>
On that ominous note she pulled in and up to draaaaaaaaaaaag Bridget’s face along the full length of the Frenchwoman’s leg, over the curve of one hip, up the lycra-sheathed expanse of blonde tummy and finally the pitiless curves of her brea-- Kathryn hauled Stroud to boot-leather and drew her in close for a possessive, predatory kiss that earned a shocked roar from the capacity crowd! Grasping Bridget’s chin in one hand and her hair in the other, de Chevalier dominated the embrace for several seconds before she broke it off with a nasty little flourish. With the reeling American held at arm’s length, Kathryn ran her right hand through her hair before curling it into the infamous prong of the Mandible Claw.
<“Tell me cow,”> she murmured to the gobsmacked brunette, <“Was it good for you?”> Stroud mumbled something, but with her chin in the blonde’s grip it didn’t sound like much. <“Louder now. Last words are meant to be hea--”>
<“You kiss like a terrified virgin.”> Bridget interrupted in perfect French.
De Chevalier reared back like she’d been slapped across the face before she regained her composure and shot the claw straight at the open sewer her opponent called a mouth. <“YOU SLANDEROUS WHORE! HOW DARE YO-NO! NO, DON’T YOU OOOOOOWWWWWWW!”>
Sweet Disaster intercepted the attack with both hands, then wrapped dual grips around Kathryn’s fingers and yanked ‘em apart like she was trying to snap a wishbone!
De Chevalier jolted like she’d touched a live wire, but it wasn’t enough to free her from Stroud’s grasp, which only grew tighter when the brunette shifted over to a simple Wristlock and spun around behind her rival. With the blonde’s right arm drawn tight across her own tummy, Bridget braced her right hand against that shoulder and pushed off as hard as she could while simultaneously taking a giant step backward. Doing so whipped Kathryn through a dizzying half circle and created some much distance between the wrestlers, though this vanished when Stroud yanked her foe forward into a massive Lariat that struck de Chevalier across the chest with a resounding THAWHACK!
RIPCORD LARIAT @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U2c9e-Qdio
Turned inside out by the Ripcord Lariat, Madam Guillotine didn’t register the roar of the crowd, yet for some reason she could clearly make out Anciline shouting at her to get a shoulder up when the deceitful brunette slopped across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kathryn twitched a shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second to disappoint the fans, but seemingly not Bridget Stroud.
<“Been taking a lot of lessons since our second match.”> the brunette explained as she took a moment to smooth back her hair and pluck at her waistband. <“Olivia and Lenore were both quite helpful in getting my pronunciation right. They’re not native speakers though, you are. So how do I sound, cow?”>
<“Duplicitous slut.”> Kathryn wheezed even as Bridget snagged a double handful of bustier and hauled her upright. <“How dare you foul the air with that shyt masquerading as OOOFFFHHH!”>
Stroud stuffed her right knee into the blonde’s belly, then slung that arm across de Chevalier’s chest so she could grab onto the nape of her neck. Her other hand went to Kathryn’s waistband, Bridget catching hold of as much as she could to make sure most of that sleek black lycra disappeared between the blonde’s cheeks when Minnesota Wild hoisted her into the air! The wedgie was only the beginning of de Chevalier’s problems alas, things grew much worse when Stroud sank to one knee and THWHUMPED the blonde spine-first atop the posted joint!
ROCKED BOTTOMS BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ90IL4MAj0
Kathryn bounced off to land in a slumped seat with Bridget sidling in from behind, the brunette planting her left knee against the other woman’s side before quickly angling her left arm under de Chevalier’s right bicep. Wrenching up on this hold forced Katryn’s arm out of way while also forcing her exposed flank against the plank of the American’s encroaching thigh. <“You’ve been running your mouth for far too long, Kathy.”> Bridget huffed as she started pouring pressure into the Abdominal Stretch. <“If you’re not going to say something nice, you should probably just be qui--”>
<“How dare you lecture me!”> Kathryn groaned in response. <“You are inferior, American trash and I will speak to you however I see fitAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”>
SEATED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDJ19qykhcU
Stroud crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the Frenchwoman’s right breast with pride-crushing ferocity, Sweet Disaster finally getting some revenge for the punishment her own girls had endured during their rivalry. This tawdry vengeance earned resounding cheers from the FAWNatics, though Bridget paid the noise no mind, her attention was for Kathryn and Kathryn alone. <“Want me to take your top?”> she’d switched over to the blonde’s left orb and emphasized the question with a jostling squeeze. <“I think I will, Gladiatrix might even give me the cover, especially if you’re tits-up and crying at my--”>
<“You will never defeat me.”> Kathryn rasped, her usual icy poise degraded into a mere shadow of its former self. <“My will is stronger than yours. My body is stronger than yours. My OOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”>
Stroud didn’t pull her foe’s top away as threatened, instead she slipped her clawing hand behind the network of red laces so she could attack the bare flesh. And attack she did, the former rock climber almost immediately taking Kathryn’s right nipple between thumb and forefinger for a torturous twist. <“Try it with a little more dignity, can’t you?”> she huffed. <“We’re being broadcast live all across Europe, I’m sure they can’t stand seeing you bawl and sob like a whiny brat. Or maybe…”> Stroud switched over to de Cyr’s other nipple for an extended round of the same terrible tweaking. <“Maybe they’re cheering even louder than these--”>
<“THEY’RE TRASH TOO!”> De Chevalier screamed as she squirmed in fitful anguish. <“TRASH JUST LIKE YOU, STROUD! THEY’RE NOT WORTHY OF MY GREATNESS, SO SHUT YOUR HORRIBLE COW MOUTH AND-NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOGGGGRRRRGGGHHHH!”>
Bridget began carrying out her threat, the brunette setting her fingers to the network of red laces holding back her opponent’s décolletage. In the end she loosened it enough to cause de Chevalier a great deal of distress, but rather than spill the blonde’s bounty for the world, she curled her hand into a claw and affixed it directly to Kathryn’s protesting face!
<“Submit.”> Stroud warned as her fingers gouged at de Chevalier’s skull and her palm threatened to squash that haughty nose. <“Submit or I’ll squeeze until you pass out and then I WILL take your top.”>
Kathryn shook her head ‘no’, though the motion was almost imperceptible thanks to the pressure from the Claw. <“Nuuuuhh… nuuuhhh… no, you won’t. You don’t have the nervEEERRRRRGGGGAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”>
Sweet Disaster yoked up and poured it on, the whole of her right arm thrumming like a tuning fork as she ground down the last of de Chevalier’s resis-- <“Submit!”> the blonde swatted Stroud’s left thigh to make sure the idiot official understood.
Al did, though not being a French speaker he glanced to Anciline who confirmed his suspicions with a single grim nod. The ref popped up and called for the bell, the clang of which earned thunderous cheers from the capacity crowd.
Bridget smiled, but didn’t release the hold. She gave it another squeeze and wasn’t surprised to hear Kathryn burble, <“Break the hold! I submit, you win, damn you.”>
Now Stroud did relinquish the Claw, though only so she could take the blonde’s chin, between thumb and forefinger. Tipping de Chevalier’s head back so the rivals could lock eyes, Bridget resumed her native tongue. “What did you say, Kathryn? I couldn’t understand that last part.”
Kathryn bristled at the implication, alas that was about all she could do. After an endless moment of silence she whispered, “You win.”
Beaming, Stroud leaned down, planted a kiss on her rival’s forehead, then released the hold and returned to boot-leather just in time for Al Carpenter to raise her hand for the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission…BRIDGET STROUD!”
“That’s another peak conquered!” the brunette planted a foot on de Chevalier’s chest and treated the fans to a brawny bicep flex. “I don’t know where the next challenge will take me, but I know it’ll be that much higher…and a little closer to gold!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
Those gathered for warmth against this Cold November Pain leapt to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s ring career thus far interspersed with footage from her tenure in the world of rock climbing. The frenetic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots abruptly trained themselves on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget stormed through the curtain, the brunette they called Minnesota Wild skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during her time in the FAWN Arena.
Grin giving way to gritty determination in the face of the still building sound, Stroud swung around on one heel and flicked her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the white ‘Sweet Disaster’ insignia stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to properly thank everyone lending their support to her cause. For tonight’s all important tiebreaker against the Velvet Sadist, Stroud wore the aforementioned purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching white and the other in a spangly purple, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud moved over to Al Carpenter and offered him her pads and boots.
“Eyes in the back of your head tonight, Al. Kathryn’s dangerous enough all by herself, with Anciline out here she’s even worse.”
“I’ll do my best, Bridget.” he answered after running through the final inspection. “Just try to keep it in the ring as much as possible, ok? That way I can keep track of the two of you without worrying about yelling at my boss.”
Bridget smiled thinly, though her attention was already on the stage. “No promises, buddy. I’ve been holding onto this receipt for far too long. Tonight she gets it back with interest.”
Silent until Bridget’s music faded, the Announcer swept a hand toward the stage and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Anciline de Cyr!”
ANCILINE DE CYR:
The FAWN faithful did anything but, indeed the vitriol was nearly deafening when the former World Champion and current FAWN executive strode out of the gloom. Utterly unconcerned with the insignificant quacking aimed in her direction, Anciline simply allowed the hue and cry to fade to manageable levels before she turned her attention to the squared circle and headed in that direction. Several fools on the aisle had the temerity to actually extend a hand in the legend’s direction and she reacted accordingly, which was to say, not at all. While not dressed for battle de Cyr still cut an impressive figure accentuated by a long sleeved, maroon slim-fit blouse and an equally flattering fog-gray pencil skirt that ended two inches above the knee.
Mounting the steps without once acknowledging the deplorable throng that made up the Orlando populace, de Cyr waited on the apron until Carpenter hurried over and took a seat on the second rope to allow her proper passage. From there she approached the Announcer and laid claim to his microphone.
“Is that anyway to show your gratitude? Your thankfulness?” Anciline scolded the crowd. “I am about to bestow a great gift upon your humdrum little lives and you have the gall to greet me in such a fashion?”
Apparently they did because this question resulted in another wave of cacophonous boos.
De Cyr rolled her eyes and continued speaking. “What you are about to witness is a statement of absolute superiority. Mademoiselle Stroud has operated under the notion that it is simply bad luck and sloppy officiating that has led to her recent struggles against my protégé. But that is far from the truth. Unfortunately for Mademoiselle Stroud, the TRUTH is that she harbors this illusion only because my her opponent has allowed her to do so. It was amusing at first, but these repeated challenges have grown tiresome and so she will put an end to this farce tonight. And in such a way that no one, not even a woman as stubborn as Mademoiselle Stroud, will be able to deny my client’s domination.” Turning to face Bridget for the first time, Anciline said, “Prepare yourself, girl. For your end quickly approaches.” To the crowd she called, “Introducing Mademoiselle Stroud’s adversary and better, hailing from Marseilles, France, she stands at five feet five inches and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-four pounds, she is KATHRYN de CHEVALIER!”
LA GRENADE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=85m-Qgo9_nE
Over the pulse of a guitar and Clara Luciani’s ‘La Grenade‘, the curtain parted, and the aristocrat in the ring was joined by a phenom atop the ramp. Patently unimpressed even before she made her presence known, Kathryn managed to look even more disgusted after mere heartbeats among the FAWNatics. As per usual the French grappler was dressed for battle, her flawless, porcelain skin standing in stark contrast to the black fightin’ two piece that hugged her curvaceous frame, the bottoms tied at her hips, and a web of lacing across her bust connecting one cup to the other, while still offering the most tantalizing view of the considerable cleavage behind those laces. From her fingertips to a little beyond each elbow stretched elegant, dark red, nylon opera gloves, while a set of stockings of the same material and color rose to mid thigh, garters connecting them to her briefs. To complete her look, she sported a pair of black leather ankle boots, not at all unlike the sort of footwear de Cyr favored during her reign of terror.
KATHRYN DE CHEVALIER:
Already bored of the rabble that made up her domain, de Chevalier finally showed some interest when she locked eyes with Sweet Disaster. Offering the brunette a sly smile as she traced a finger over the slope of her cleavage, Kathryn made her way down the ramp into the shadow of the squared circle where she stopped to await passage through the ropes. Al started forward to offer his charge the same service he’d provided Anciline, but de Cyr stopped him with a single flick of the wrist. Anci had just sit down on the middle strand when Kathryn shook her head ‘no’. Beckoning the legend to join her on the floor, the Velvet Sadist waited for her mentor to clear the ring before she climbed onto the apron and treated Stroud to a pointed look. If the message wasn’t clear, she nudged the middle rope with her knee and sniffed, <“I’m waiting.”>
Already infuriated with the blonde’s posturing, Bridget stomped toward the ropes and would’ve pulled Kathryn in by her hair if Al hadn’t stepped in and looped an arm around her waist. “C’mon Bridget, you know better than that! Get to your corner and cool down, the bell will ring soon enough!”
“Why don’t you tell HER that!” Stroud dug in her heels and continued to reeeeeeaaach for the insolent, smirking blonde. “Cheating poseur bytch never met someone she couldn’t hide behi--”
de Chevalier ran a hand over the top of her décolletage, drew her fingers together and ‘waved’ a non-existent mist of sweat in the direction of her fuming adversary. <“Lowing cow.”> she sniffed. <“Save your whining for when the real torment sta--”>
Sweet Disaster slipped free of Al’s grasp, charged the ropes and would’ve loosened the Frenchwoman’s teeth if Kathryn hadn’t dropped to the floor at the last possible moment. <“Too slow.”> she waggled a condescending index finger in the brunette’s direction. <“Just one more arena in which you fall lamentably--”>
Hands clutching the top strand, Sweet Disaster stepped onto the bottom rope, leaned over and spat down on the blonde! She’d aimed for Kathryn’s cheek but the brat stepped back in time to avoid that disgusting indignity. Not that she escaped entirely unscathed mind you, as Stroud’s spit(e) landed on the toe of her nemesis’ right boot!
<“HOW DARE YOU!”> de Chevalier bellowed with rage as she leapt onto the apron, all thoughts of mind games forgotten in the wake of the brunette’s disgusting slight. <“YOU’LL LICK MY BOOTS FOR SUCH INSOLENCE, COWWEERRRGGGHHH!”>
Bridget decked Kathryn square in the mouth with a closed fist Haymaker that sent the blonde tumbling from the apron to the floor! “Ring the bell, dammit!” Stroud barked at Carpenter. “Or just throw the f*cking thing out, because I’m through waiting!”
True to her word, Stroud vaulted up and over the rubber-coated steel and stretched out full-length to THWHUMP de Chevalier to the floor with an aggressive Slingshot Crossbody! Rising to one knee the instant she put Kathryn on the deck, Bridget snatched a handful of hair and yanked the blonde’s noggin up so she didn’t have as far to go when she started throwing punches into de Chevalier’s hairline. She hadn’t landed half a dozen shots when movement in her peripheral vision prompted Bridget to grab a double handful of hair and THWHUNK the back of her opponent’s skull against the thinly-sheathed concrete.
“Don’t even think about it!” she shouted at Anciline de Cyr, who stopped in her tracks when Stroud met her gaze. “I mean it, Anci! One more step and I’ll make sure they stop the match on account of concussion protocol”
De Cyr sniffed, took a single step back. “Do you think the fines would be worth it, Bridget? I can assure you, they will be most punitive.”
“To watch this sniveling cheater leave on a stretcher?” Stroud lifted Kathryn’s head again, but she settled for pulling her hair instead of rattling her school. “To know that SHE knows her mentor had to save her because she got her ass beat in two minutes flat? Yeah, I’d pay that fine.”
Anciline frowned, took another step back, then looked to Al Carpenter. “Ring the bell, Mr. Carpenter.”
Scrambling to verticality without releasing her grip on the other wrestler’s hair, Bridget moved one hand to Kathryn’s waistband to ensure more thorough control when she whipped through a full circle and used the momentum to sling her burden under the bottom rope. De Chevalier’s return to the squared circle coincided with the CLANG of the bell and Stroud hopping onto the apron. From there she raced to the nearest corner and climbed into the high rent district of the top turnbuckle.
<“On your guard, Kathryn!”> Anciline pounded a fist against the canvas in an effort to get her charge’s attention even as Kathryn returned to boot-leather. <“The rock climber is directly behind--”>
To her credit, de Chevalier whirled around with claws upraised, alas she didn’t realize that Minnesota Wild was striking from upon high until the brunette THWHUMPED knotted fists between her eyes with a perfect Double Axehandle!
Kathryn went down in a heap only to sit up and roll to one knee, her return to verticality made even quicker by Bridget, who snatched hold of one wrist and tugged / reeled the startled blonde into a stiff Short-Arm Clothesline! “Get up!” Stroud still had hold of de Chevalier’s wrist, meaning it was quite simple to force compliance from a woozy Kathryn. “C’mon punk, I said get up!”
A second Short-Arm Clothesline followed the Frenchwoman’s latest rise, but another violent skull on canvas collision meant wasn’t nearly so quick to get up a third time despite Bridget’s insistent tugging. “Don’t even think about quitting on me, Kathy. Don’t you freakin’ dare!” Stroud ordered as she scraped de Chevalier off the deck in a series of fits and starts. “This isn’t even the beginning of everything you deserve. I haven’t even touched your rack yet, OR that soft little belly!”
<“Vuuuhhh…vile cow.” Kathryn muttered to the gauche American. <“You will scream yourself hoarse begging my forgivneSSSUUUGGGHHH!”>
Bridget dropped to one knee and shot in low, the brunette driving her left shoulder into de Chevalier’s midsection for a Spear but to cinch her arms around the other wrestler’s waist in a brawny Kneeling Bear Hug! “Were you saying something, cupcake?” Stroud kept the left side of her face snug against Kathryn’s left flank so the curvy grappler couldn’t land any easy shots to the crown of her skull. “Didn’t sound like a whimpering submission to me, so whatever you wanna say, just SAY IT!” Bridget timed her last words to a pair of convulsive constrictions that forced the blonde up on mincing tiptoe before curling her over the former rock climber’s encroaching shoulder.
<“You… you end tonight.”> de Chevalier crooked her fingers into claws and dragged ‘em up Stroud’s back, though each stinging pass earned her another powerful pulse. <“Mercy is too good for shyt like you. Forget screaming for anything more than abject agony once I’ve returned you to the Breast SmothHHRRRRRGGGGGHHH!”>
Bridget poured on even more pressure, then got to her feet with the Bear Hug in place so she could muscle Kathryn over that shoulder like a bag of leaves! “Sounds like you’re sassing me, Kathy.” Stroud muttered as she turned a small circle in the middle of the ring. “It’s high time you learned that bad attitude comes with a high price!” Eyes drawn to a corner on the far side of the ring, Bridget broke into a run that only came to an end when she BWUUUNGED Kathryn into the buckles spine-first!
“Break!” Anciline called out at once. “Break them up, they’re in the corner!”
“Yeah we are.” Stroud was again down on one knee, all the better to anchor both hands to the middle rope. “And I’ve got five whole seconds to do whatever I damned well please!”
That turned out to be a whole lotta Shoulderblocks (almost a dozen all told) made even more impactful by the short-range delivery and Bridget’s determination to cut her rival in half with nothing more than the bony joint. In the end Sweet Disaster didn’t accomplish this fatal goal she did however leave de Chevalier doubled over with her butt wedged up against the middle buckle. “Go on, catch your breath if you can!” Stroud chided the blonde as she backed away with both hands raised to shoulder-level. “Sure does suck to get caught by a cheap shot, doesn’t it Kath--”
Madam Guillotine straightened up, leaned forward and spat at the departing brunette! Her effort came to naught, though it landed close enough to Bridget’s boot to ensure the Frenchwoman’s point was perfectly clear. <“A cheap shot from a cheap slut.”> she hissed at Stroud. <“Spitting is still too good for the likes of you, but that won’t stop me from--”>
Bridget lunged at de Chevalier with an arm drawn back to smite the blonde’s chest with a huge Forearm Smash. Alas, this proved just another stone on the road to Hell, as Kathryn flicked out her foot for a quick kick that struck Minnesota Wild in the right knee! Stroud cried out and stumbled into a loose Bear Hug that got a lot tighter the instant before de Chevalier THUNKED a Headbutt between the brunette’s eyes! Grinding knotted fists into the small of her foe’s back, Kathryn gave the Hug a few rough shakes, then slid her hands down beneath the curve of Bridget’s buttocks and powered her into the air just to plant her crotch-first atop the bony joint!
Anciline offered Kathryn her first golf clap of the evening and suggested the blonde weaken Stroud’s resolve with another knee-knocking Inverted Atomic Drop. De Chevalier shot up on tiptoe in apparent agreement with Anci’s advice, but rather than repeat her previous tactic she took a couple steps forward and fell backward to BWUNG the brunette’s face against the top turnbuckle! On her feet within seconds, Kathryn draped Bridget’s arms over the top rope, then reached through the strands to snatch hold of the other wrestler’s wrists. In the same instant she braced her right foot in the center of Stroud’s back and puuuuuussssshed forward while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaanking back on an agonizing Surfboard!
<“SCREAM!”> Kathryn snarled Bridget began to twist and groan, a reaction that wasn’t nearly loud enough for the Frenchwoman’s liking. <“I said scream, COW!”> De Chevalier ground her heels between the brunette’s shoulders and yanked her arms up and down in an effort to dislocate Stroud’s shoulders.
“ROPES!” Bridget shouted. “I’m in the ropes, get her the hell offa meUNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAAWWWWWWW FAAAAAAHK!”
Kathryn stomped her opponent’s back three more times, dropped her wrists, then snuggled in against Bridget’s back so she could pound a vile right hook into the former rock climber’s liver! Stroud sobbed in anguish and collapsed against the corner, an awkward predicament made all the more unpleasant when de Chevalier snuggled in against her back. <“You’re mine, cow.”> the blonde tucked some hair behind Bridget’s right ear to better murmur her threat. <“Would you like to beg now or…”> Kathryn reached up with both hands, cupped Stroud’s breasts and squeezed until her knuckles showed white!
“Ropes!” Sweet Disaster moaned to the official. “I’m in the goddamned ropNNGGHH!”
Much as she desired to humble the brunette’s bounty, de Chevalier knew her time in the corner was coming to an end, so she switched over to a double fistful of Bridget’s hair and bounced her forehead off the top turnbuckle to ensure the other wrestler was nice and docile when the Frenchwoman rounded on one heel and stomped to the other side of the ring. <“Silence, trash!”> she snapped to the jeering FAWNatics. <“I don’t want to hear a word until I give you something to truly weep about!”> Emphasizing the demand with a pair of upraised middle fingers, Kathryn did an about-face and raced down on her back trail and ultimately left her feet in a short hop that CRUSHED Bridget against the unyielding buckles!
“All right Kathryn, lets get her out of the corner!” Al chided de Chevalier as she lounged against the brunette’s strong back. Kathryn just tapped an ear and shrugged her shoulders before wedging her head beneath Stroud’s left arm. Slipping her right arm around Bridget’s waist, she pressed her left hand to Sweet Disaster’s rump and marched her away from the buckles before popping her hips to take Stroud up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head and shoulders with a Backdrop Suplex! Rather than hold the bridge as tradition suggested, de Chevalier shifted onto her stomach and hooked the brunette’s left leg in a tight cradle to keep her pinned in place for the…
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TWO…
Bridget kicked out and rolled onto her stomach, an arrangement that guarded against more pins but proved woefully inadequate when de Kathryn climbed aboard and snatched a double handful of hair. <“Hide your face!”> she ordered in the midst of forcing Stroud’s features flat against the rough canvas. <“I’m tired of your foulness ruining every shot of my dominance!”>
Determined to correct this slight as quickly as possible, de Chevalier pressed down with everything she could muster and began to yank Bridget’s noggin back and forth like she meant to scrub her face right the hell off! Stroud squeals in outraged anguish and fights like a wildcat to throw her attacker clear, unfortunately Kathryn’s knees were glued to the American’s flanks and her seat bounces only because the blonde wished it so. Indeed Bridget might’ve endured some lasting damage if Carpenter hadn’t hurried over to the action and began to count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…”
Madam Guillotine raised her hands with a snide flourish, showing both palms to the official before taking a moment to pluck off the stray hairs pulled loose by her most recent offensive.
<“You’ve scuffed her frame quite adequately, mademoiselle.”> Anciline told her protégé while Kathryn took stock of the situation. <“I believe now would be the ideal time to break her spirit. You’ve heard her whine, it’s time you heard her blubber.”>
<“More than enough of that right here.”> de Chevalier pushed to one knee, reached back and treated Bridget’s backside to several hard swats and one possessive squeeze. <“How a disgusting creature like yourself thought you could challenge me, I’ll never understand.”>
Kathryn didn’t want an answer and she certainly didn’t listen to the weary groaning that issued from the brunette’s aggressive abraded features. Instead she slid backward, helped herself to Stroud’s ankles and neatly folded Bridget’s right shin into the pit of her left knee so she could fold that leg up into a Figure Four the Frenchwoman held in place by bracing a calf against Sweet Disaster’s shin. Set heavily on her right knee, de Chevalier cupped her foe’s chin with her right hand and yanked Bridget’s head up so she could mush Stroud’s cheeks in a humiliating Fish Face.
<“Listen to the verbal excrement pouring from your mouth!”> the blonde sneered as she squeezed a series of pained ‘words’ from Stroud. <“Couldn’t even take a moment to learn how to surrender in French, could you? Could--”>
“Shut. Your. Mouth.” Bridget’s usually pleasant tone was little more than a vicious growl. “Just shut your goddamned mouth you arrogant AAAARRRGGGGHHH!”
Kathryn slipped her free hand beneath the brunette’s left arm so she could secure a painful clamp on that breast! <“Do not speak to me in such a tone.”> Madam Guillotine pulled Stroud’s bounty free of its confinement so she could expose her rival to the worst tactics the French Inqui-tit-ion had to offer. Flashing a wicked smile as she honed in on Bridget’s nipple, the blonde clarified her position. <“In fact, do not speak to me at all. The only worthwhile thing to ever come out of your mouth is a sobbing submission and you can’t even speak it properly!”>
“What do you say, Bridget?” Al knelt beside his charges to check on Stroud’s condition. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Bridget waggled out a ‘no’ as best she could. “Whhhuuu… why don’t you ask her? Whiny little baby’s likely to tap out if she has to work too harHUUURRGGGGHK!”
Kathryn abandoned both grips to grab hold of Stroud’s top and pull it tight across her throat in a makeshift garrote! <“I am better than you.”> she explained in the midst of this merciless throttling. <“In every conceivable way, I am better than you. You will sing this truth from the rafters or you will leave this ring in nothing but your knee pads!”>
De Chevalier had much more to say to the gelatinous glob that fancied itself her rival, alas the referee had stopped warning and started counting, thus forcing the Frenchwoman to release the stranglehold when he reached ‘FOUR!’ Tugging the shorn top away with a theatrical flourish, Kathryn made a show of throwing it to the fans only to toss it over her shoulder with a haughty sniff. <“Stand, if your knees haven’t failed yet.”> Kathryn told Minnesota Wild after she’d filled her hands with Stroud’s hair and returned to verticality.
Bridget didn’t acknowledge the command with words, but she clambered to all fours and then to her feet, the brunette twisting as she did to throw a punch at-- “OOFFFHH!” De Chevalier skewered the American’s stomach with a Kneelift and immediately followed with a Headbutt to the bridge of Stroud’s nose! She’d intended to put Bridget on her knees and was mildly irked when the other woman remained upright, but rather than bore herself with repetition she circled around behind Stroud and lowered her right shoulder so she could slip that arm around Bridget’s left thigh. Just like that she jammed that shoulder into the small of Stroud’s back and hoisted her skyward for a spine-snapping TortNO!
Sweet Disaster dipped her knees and pushed off in time with de Chevalier’s lift for some additional momentum that let her roll free of the Torture Rack and come down in a crouch beside the startled blonde! Stroud sprang up decked Kathyrn across the jaw with a Forearm Smash that sent her stumbling back into the ropes only to shoot off ‘em going straight for the brunette with a massive Lariat that would’ve turned Bridget inside out if she hadn’t avoided it with a nifty little forward roll! The miss didn’t slow de Chevalier one bit, she just raced to the opposite set of strands to come back even faster the second time around. Difference was, Stroud came for her too, Sweet Disaster refusing to blink even when Kathryn took to the air, the curvaceous blonde battler pivoting sideways in mid-air for a high impact Crossbo-- Bridget caught Kathryn out of the void and launched herself into a gorgeous Standing Moonsault that planted de Chevalier on the thinly-sheathed plywood with a resounding THAWHAM!
MOONSAULT POWER SLAM @ 3:12
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zTTHMFupE0
Rearing back on her knees in the aftermath, a wild-eyed Bridget threw herself across Kathryn’s tummy in a miniature Splash, hooked the far leg and pointed the blonde’s butt at the lights with a Back Press good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Madam Guillotine shot an arm into the air to save the match and deflate the FAWNatics in a single stroke! Unlike the audience, Stroud looked to be in high spirits as she yanked the gawping grappler to a seat with a double handful of hair. Posted up directly behind her prey, she cupped de Chevalier’s chin in her right hand, then gripped that wrist in her left hand and wrenched the other woman’s head to the side at an awkward angle. Forearm pressed snug to the right side of Kathryn’s face, Bridget braced the base of de Chevalier’s skull against her left thigh and continued to pour on the pressure.
“Where’s that mouth?” Stroud huffed as Kathryn pulled and swiped at her forearms. “Where’s that snotty trash talk now, Kathy? Guess it’s a little harder to mouth off when you’re worried about losing your he--”
<“SILENCE, COW!”> de Chevalier sneered. <“This insolence only hastens your destruNNNNNNGGGHHH!”>
Bridget moved her left hand to the top of Kathryn’s head, then went up on tiptoe and jabbed a knee into the nape of the blonde’s neck! Kathryn shuddered, both hands dropping into her lap while Minnesota Wild stood up with the Neck Twist still in pla-- Stroud let loose, took a step back, then shot down and in, the lithesome brunette twisting into a corkscrew that let her THWHACK a vicious European Uppercut against the back of her opponent’s skull! Kathryn’s head snapped forward and the rest of her followed suit, the usually sturdy blonde battler slopping to the deck like a puppet with cut strings.
Beside her, Bridget hurried to one knee and hooked the Half Nelson, but rather than roll de Chevalier onto her back, Minnesota Wild gripped the nape of her opponent’s neck to hold her in place while she stretched out, the brunette getting full extension on her right leg to ensure the most power behind the Knee Strike she THUMPED into Kathryn’s ribs! The blonde groaned and tried to roll onto her back, but Stroud simply bore down on her sore neck to keep her stuck to the canvas while the brunette repeatedly skewered the Frenchwoman’s plush flank with another half dozen Knee Strikes! Setting that bony dagger atop the small of Kathryn’s back when the set was finished, Bridget grabbed a rough handful of her nemesis’ hair and wrenched her head off the mat.
“You submit?” she asked.
<“To trash like you? Never.”>
Stroud didn’t have to speak the language to comprehend the emphatic denial. Leaning a bit more weight on de Chevalier’s spine, Bridget ground her knee in deep before repeating her question. “Sure about that, cutie? You’re feeling awfully so--”
<“Kiss my ass!”> Kathryn snapped. <“And stop wasting my oxygen, you miserable little shytHHHHRRGGGGGHHH!”>
Sweet Disaster relinquished the Half Nelson and the hair-hold so she could loop her right arm around Kathryn’s neck and lock her hands in a tight S-grip. Seated flat on her butt, the brunette planted her feet and leaned backward while simultaneously craaaaaaaaaaanking up on the Headlock she’d coiled around her foe’s dome! Not liking the ugly red flush creeping into his charge’s features, Al dropped to a knee and asked, “What do you say, Kathryn? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Stand aside, Monsieur Carpenter.” Anciline answered from her place on the outside. “I would have words with my protégé.”
Stroud heard this, smiled and squeezed a little harder while sidling to the left so de Cyr had a better view of the other blonde. “Mom’s worried about you.” the former rock climber chided. “She’s worried I’m gonna pop that snotty little head right off your shoulders.”
Kathryn, who’d been clawing at the mat to pull their combined weight closer to the ropes, paused in these efforts to rake and tear at the American’s bicep. <“Ignorant cow! She’s worried I might maim--”>
<“Enough talk, Kathryn.” Anciline interrupted. <“Waste no more energy on words. Steady your thoughts, then show this girl why she is unfit for a contest of women.”>
Madam Guillotine hated to concede any point that didn’t issue from her own lips, but she couldn’t deny that de Cyr had a point. Ignoring the pressure as best she could (this was no small feat given the gnashing pressure on her jaw) Kathryn braced her hands against the canvas and bicycled her legs until she was able to make it to one knee. Doing so forced Bridget to do the same, though it didn’t lessen the brunette’s efforts in the slightest. If anything she put even more into the Headlock, Stroud jouncing and wrenching on the simple hold, each fresh groan from de Chevalier adding a few millimeters to Sweet Disaster’s grin.
“What’s wrong hun, can’t break my grip? These hands too strong for your delicate sensibil--”
Kathryn wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist and let out a furious bellow as she powered back to verticality. Answering Stroud’s Headlock with what was effectively a side-angled Bear Hug, de Chevalier dipped low and-- “AAAAARRRRHHHHH!” A wail of pain and frustration from Kathryn when Bridget halved the Headlock and affixed an Iron Claw to the blonde’s face!
“Don’t tap if you can hold out.” the brunette grunted. “I’d love to squeeze until I hear something crunNO YOU DON’T!”
De Chevalier broke the Waistlock and drew her left hand back for what could’ve been a match-changing Low Blow if Stroud hadn’t raised a foot and stomped down on her opponent’s toes! Another quick squeeze on the Iron Claw meant Kathryn was otherwise preoccupied when Minnesota Wild switched over to a simple hair-hold and spun in place to reel the Frenchwoman into a Standing Headscissors. Tipping a wink to the raucously cheering FAWNatics, Bridget cinched her arms around de Chevalier’s waist, then dipped her knees and spun the blonde up into a seat on her should--THAWHAM! Stroud slung Kathryn down while simultaneously dropping to her butt for a Sit-Out Powerbomb that planted her adversary in the middle of the canvas with ring-rattling force! Hooking her calves over de Chevalier’s biceps upon impact, Bridget leaned into the other wrestler’s upturned haunches and nodded in time with the count of…
SIT-OUT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2f4i-Y1qzbI
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TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Madam Guillotine ‘smecked’ her thighs against Stroud’s ears and hitched a shoulder up to break the pin with half a second to spare. Stroud grimaced, shook her head to clear the cobwebs and showed three fingers to Al Carpenter, who answered with two. “I always knew you were a coward.” the brunette growled to Kathryn as she straddled the woozy wrestler’s waist. “Going for my trunks the instant you couldn’t break my grip? That just proves it.”
<“Grrrhhh… get your fat, disgusting ass off of me!”> de Chevalier sneered after Stroud pinned the blonde’s left bicep to the canvas with her right knee. <“I mean it you slobbering cow, unhand me this instant or I’ll--”>
Bridget hooked her left hand into a cruel claw and reached for Kathryn’s face which forced her to grab hold of the American’s wrist. The resistance only motivated Stroud, who grabbed her forearm for additional leverage and pushed the claw several inches closer to her rival’s concerned countenance. “Tonight’s the night, Kathy.” Stroud huffed. “The night I finally shut you upOOOHHH OOOOOWWWW!”
Understanding (and hating) that she couldn’t halt the cow’s advance with only one hand, de Chevalier abruptly yanked down on Stroud’s wrist and raised her head to bite down on her attacker’s middle and ring fingers! This nefarious gnawing earned an immediate rebuke from the official, but Kathryn knew exactly how much time was available to her and she continued to chomp and chew until Al reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count.
Bridget yanked her hand away the instant she was free and lost her perch just as quickly when de Chevalier threw the brunette off with a sharp twist of her hips. “WITCH!” Stroud shook the sting from her fingers and reformed the claw, holding it up behind her head in anticipation of clamping it to Kathryn’s face the instant she clambered to her feet.
<“On your guard, Kathryn!”> Anciline shouted to her charge. <“She’s behind you, don’t offer her your faYES! Beautifully done!”
Sweet Disaster lunged forward showing Iron Claw, an effort de Chevalier didn’t so much dodge as she did thwart thanks to the thumb she jabbed in the brunette’s eye! Flat out ignoring Carpenter’s bark of warning, Kathryn dipped low and threaded her right arm through Stroud’s legs so she could muscle the former rock climber up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. <“The end has come for you, cow!”> de Chevalier cackled as she draped her other arm over the back of her rival’s neck. <“But the humiliation has only just begun, that’s a promise!”>
No response from Stroud, not that Kathryn was listening, as she’d already stomped to the center of the ring and began to spin. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Madam Guillotine made no less than six full rotations before she slung Stroud off her shoulders and dropped to a seat to THAWHAM Bridget down on the back of her head and shoulders! Blown into an insensate starfish by the blonde’s Haute Tension, Bridget only moaned when Kathryn slid forward, sat on her chest and hooked one leg in a Half Matchbook good for the…
HAUTE TENSION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJJPKVuerhU
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THRNOOOO!
Stroud slopped onto her side, forcing the match to continue for at least another three seconds.
<“I knew you were too foolish to recognize the inevitable.”> Kathryn sneered as she filled her hands with the other woman’s battle-damp hair. <“I wonder, will piling shame upon shame upon shame bring light to the darkness of your ignorance?”>
“Yuuuuhhh…you cheap skank.” Bridget grunted. “Never met a shortcut you didn’t love, is that HHHRRRGHHH OOOOOHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Thoroughly disgusted by her opponent’s nonsensical babble, Kathryn slipped around behind Bridget and pinned both arms over her head with a Full Nelson which she promptly converted into a one-armed bundling of the American’s biceps and left the blonde with one hand free to mercilessly twissssssssst and tweaaaaaaaaaak Bridget’s nipples! <“How often must I prove my superiority and display your inferiority?”> de Chevalier cooed in Stroud’s ear. <“Such repetition might bore me if you weren’t such an insufferable cow. Even so, I think it’s only fair that you moo for me.”>
Kathryn narrowed her focus to Minnesota Wild’s right nub, which she treated to a slow, malicious pinch. Stroud groaned, stamped her feet and tried to wrest free of the agonizing predicament but that was all. Eyes narrowed, lips pursed, de Chevalier switched over to the left side and snarled, <“MOO!”> in her prey’s ear.
“You bytch.” Bridget rasped. “You’ll never make me NNNGGGHH!” The Frenchwoman released both holds, gripped a shoulder in each hand and THWUNKED a Headbutt into the nape of her rival’s neck! Stroud’s knees turned to water but she didn’t go down because de Chevalier hooked both arms at the elbows and pulled them backward in a Double Chickenwing. Far from another humiliation tactic (though the arrangement did nothing for the flush in Bridget’s cheeks) Kathryn lowered her head, stuffed it between Stroud’s thighs and stood up straight to leave the brunette draped down her back with a leg framing either side of her head. Taking an ankle in each hand, Kathryn set out on an arrogant circuit of the squared circle, the curvaceous battler making a point to exaggerate every third or fourth step to put even more strain on Bridget’s shoulders, knees and spine.
BONAPARTE LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=glct6ZlSfww
<“Are you enjoying the view?”> de Chevalier taunted the jeering throng. <“Take it in while you can, she’ll never show her face near a ring after tonight!”>
Most assembled for Cold November Pain had no idea what Kathryn was saying, but they knew they didn’t like her tone so they responded with cacophonous jeers that quickly cleared into a chant of ‘STROUD! STROUD! STROUD!’ The sound of the American’s name echoing in through the rafters aroused a strong desire to silence each and every one of those baying idiots and de Chevalier knew exactly how to do it. Training her attention on a corner on the far side of the ring, Madam Guillotine clamped down on the Bonaparte Lock, then broke into a sprint that looked effortless despite the fact that she was carrying a human backpack. Never slowing in the slightest, Kathryn whipped around a few steps removed from the corner so a defenseless Bridget went tummy-first into the top turnbuckle with a nauseating BWUUUNG!
De Chevalier released the brunette’s legs on impact, thus allowing the residual momentum to flop Stroud into a seat on the top turnbuckle, though she was folded over in gut-shot agony in the wake of her rough arrival. <“They’re not cheering for you now, are they?”> the blonde asked her nauseated nemesis. <“Is that because I’ve shocked them into silence? Or perhaps they’re waiting with bated breath for the next round of screaming?”>
Without waiting for an answer, Kathryn crooked her fingers into talons, set them against the small of the American’s back and raaaaaaaaaaked all the way down to her shoulders! Bridget cried out and sat up straight, unfortunately this change in elevation didn’t save her from de Chevalier’s clutches or rather her palms, as the blonde bombshell went up on tiptoe to CRAAACK a vile Bytch Slap offa her opponent’s cheek. Arms spread wide to welcome the boos as she wheeled around and strutted to the middle of the ring, Kathryn kissed the tips of her fingers but rather than blow the smooch into the aether she simply raised an index finger and hoisted it high overhead. From there she raced back to Stroud’s corner, climbed her way to the top rope and threaded her arms under the American’s biceps in a loose Double Underhook. In the next instant she popped her hips and fell back into the void to send Bridget hurtling almost three quarters of the way across the ring courtesy of her Avalanche Butterfly Suplex!
AVALANCHE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrkIRWvioXs
The THAWHAM of body on canvas earned a groan of sympathetic anguish from the crowd while Bridget herself remained silent, the scream apparently simply too large to escape her throat at the moment.
Already back on her feet by the time Bridget rolled onto her stomach, Kathryn made a show of fluffing her hair and adjusting her top before plunging both hands into the brunette’s hair. <“How did you ever make a name as a mountain climber?”> de Chevalier scoffed as she wedged the American’s noggin between her thighs for a Standing Headscissors. <“It seems to me your only real talent is dramatic falling!”>
This earned nothing but a groan from Sweet Disaster, so Kathryn hunched forward, wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist and muscled her into a seat atop the Frenchwoman’s shoulders. Releasing her grip once the brunette was settled, Kathryn slipped her thumbs into the leg holes of Stroud’s trunks, then grabbed on at each hip and yanked straight up, a move that lifted Bridget out of her seat while simultaneously inflicting a gaudy wedgie! Eyes wide as she realized her predicament, Stroud windmilled her arms in an effort to stay upright, but de Chevalier had no interest in such niceties and she slung the brunette forward and down to PLANT Bridget on the deck with a thunderous Powerbomb!
ELEVATED POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttkBXzVJG5o
Stroud bounced to a seat so Kathryn raised a foot, pressed it to her rival’s cheek and nudged her down flat. <“And fate returns us to our proper places.”> Madam Guillotine cooed as she planted that foot atop Bridget’s pain-slacked face for a supremely arrogant cover. Hands on her hips, she glanced to Carpenter and sniffed, <“Count.”>
She needn’t have wasted her breath, Al was already swooping down beside the action to tally the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stroud didn’t really kick out, she just got a hand against de Chevalier’s boot and pushed it away to break the count with a whisper to spare.
<“Don’t lose your temper, Kathryn.”> Anciline called when she saw the look of volcanic rage pass across the younger woman’s face. <“The brat is at your mercy, so take your time and make her suffer!”>
Kathryn took a deep breath, let it out slow, then bent down and buried her hands in the American’s hair. <“Steady your nerves, cow.”> de Chevalier dragged Stroud to all fours and shoved the brunette’s face against the toe of her right boot. <“I won’t have you blubbering with shame until worship has concluded.”>
On that ominous note she pulled in and up to draaaaaaaaaaaag Bridget’s face along the full length of the Frenchwoman’s leg, over the curve of one hip, up the lycra-sheathed expanse of blonde tummy and finally the pitiless curves of her brea-- Kathryn hauled Stroud to boot-leather and drew her in close for a possessive, predatory kiss that earned a shocked roar from the capacity crowd! Grasping Bridget’s chin in one hand and her hair in the other, de Chevalier dominated the embrace for several seconds before she broke it off with a nasty little flourish. With the reeling American held at arm’s length, Kathryn ran her right hand through her hair before curling it into the infamous prong of the Mandible Claw.
<“Tell me cow,”> she murmured to the gobsmacked brunette, <“Was it good for you?”> Stroud mumbled something, but with her chin in the blonde’s grip it didn’t sound like much. <“Louder now. Last words are meant to be hea--”>
<“You kiss like a terrified virgin.”> Bridget interrupted in perfect French.
De Chevalier reared back like she’d been slapped across the face before she regained her composure and shot the claw straight at the open sewer her opponent called a mouth. <“YOU SLANDEROUS WHORE! HOW DARE YO-NO! NO, DON’T YOU OOOOOOWWWWWWW!”>
Sweet Disaster intercepted the attack with both hands, then wrapped dual grips around Kathryn’s fingers and yanked ‘em apart like she was trying to snap a wishbone!
De Chevalier jolted like she’d touched a live wire, but it wasn’t enough to free her from Stroud’s grasp, which only grew tighter when the brunette shifted over to a simple Wristlock and spun around behind her rival. With the blonde’s right arm drawn tight across her own tummy, Bridget braced her right hand against that shoulder and pushed off as hard as she could while simultaneously taking a giant step backward. Doing so whipped Kathryn through a dizzying half circle and created some much distance between the wrestlers, though this vanished when Stroud yanked her foe forward into a massive Lariat that struck de Chevalier across the chest with a resounding THAWHACK!
RIPCORD LARIAT @ 00:16
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4U2c9e-Qdio
Turned inside out by the Ripcord Lariat, Madam Guillotine didn’t register the roar of the crowd, yet for some reason she could clearly make out Anciline shouting at her to get a shoulder up when the deceitful brunette slopped across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Kathryn twitched a shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second to disappoint the fans, but seemingly not Bridget Stroud.
<“Been taking a lot of lessons since our second match.”> the brunette explained as she took a moment to smooth back her hair and pluck at her waistband. <“Olivia and Lenore were both quite helpful in getting my pronunciation right. They’re not native speakers though, you are. So how do I sound, cow?”>
<“Duplicitous slut.”> Kathryn wheezed even as Bridget snagged a double handful of bustier and hauled her upright. <“How dare you foul the air with that shyt masquerading as OOOFFFHHH!”>
Stroud stuffed her right knee into the blonde’s belly, then slung that arm across de Chevalier’s chest so she could grab onto the nape of her neck. Her other hand went to Kathryn’s waistband, Bridget catching hold of as much as she could to make sure most of that sleek black lycra disappeared between the blonde’s cheeks when Minnesota Wild hoisted her into the air! The wedgie was only the beginning of de Chevalier’s problems alas, things grew much worse when Stroud sank to one knee and THWHUMPED the blonde spine-first atop the posted joint!
ROCKED BOTTOMS BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ90IL4MAj0
Kathryn bounced off to land in a slumped seat with Bridget sidling in from behind, the brunette planting her left knee against the other woman’s side before quickly angling her left arm under de Chevalier’s right bicep. Wrenching up on this hold forced Katryn’s arm out of way while also forcing her exposed flank against the plank of the American’s encroaching thigh. <“You’ve been running your mouth for far too long, Kathy.”> Bridget huffed as she started pouring pressure into the Abdominal Stretch. <“If you’re not going to say something nice, you should probably just be qui--”>
<“How dare you lecture me!”> Kathryn groaned in response. <“You are inferior, American trash and I will speak to you however I see fitAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”>
SEATED ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDJ19qykhcU
Stroud crooked her right hand into a claw and affixed it to the Frenchwoman’s right breast with pride-crushing ferocity, Sweet Disaster finally getting some revenge for the punishment her own girls had endured during their rivalry. This tawdry vengeance earned resounding cheers from the FAWNatics, though Bridget paid the noise no mind, her attention was for Kathryn and Kathryn alone. <“Want me to take your top?”> she’d switched over to the blonde’s left orb and emphasized the question with a jostling squeeze. <“I think I will, Gladiatrix might even give me the cover, especially if you’re tits-up and crying at my--”>
<“You will never defeat me.”> Kathryn rasped, her usual icy poise degraded into a mere shadow of its former self. <“My will is stronger than yours. My body is stronger than yours. My OOOOHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”>
Stroud didn’t pull her foe’s top away as threatened, instead she slipped her clawing hand behind the network of red laces so she could attack the bare flesh. And attack she did, the former rock climber almost immediately taking Kathryn’s right nipple between thumb and forefinger for a torturous twist. <“Try it with a little more dignity, can’t you?”> she huffed. <“We’re being broadcast live all across Europe, I’m sure they can’t stand seeing you bawl and sob like a whiny brat. Or maybe…”> Stroud switched over to de Cyr’s other nipple for an extended round of the same terrible tweaking. <“Maybe they’re cheering even louder than these--”>
<“THEY’RE TRASH TOO!”> De Chevalier screamed as she squirmed in fitful anguish. <“TRASH JUST LIKE YOU, STROUD! THEY’RE NOT WORTHY OF MY GREATNESS, SO SHUT YOUR HORRIBLE COW MOUTH AND-NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOGGGGRRRRGGGHHHH!”>
Bridget began carrying out her threat, the brunette setting her fingers to the network of red laces holding back her opponent’s décolletage. In the end she loosened it enough to cause de Chevalier a great deal of distress, but rather than spill the blonde’s bounty for the world, she curled her hand into a claw and affixed it directly to Kathryn’s protesting face!
<“Submit.”> Stroud warned as her fingers gouged at de Chevalier’s skull and her palm threatened to squash that haughty nose. <“Submit or I’ll squeeze until you pass out and then I WILL take your top.”>
Kathryn shook her head ‘no’, though the motion was almost imperceptible thanks to the pressure from the Claw. <“Nuuuuhh… nuuuhhh… no, you won’t. You don’t have the nervEEERRRRRGGGGAAAAAHHH STAAAAAAAHP!”>
Sweet Disaster yoked up and poured it on, the whole of her right arm thrumming like a tuning fork as she ground down the last of de Chevalier’s resis-- <“Submit!”> the blonde swatted Stroud’s left thigh to make sure the idiot official understood.
Al did, though not being a French speaker he glanced to Anciline who confirmed his suspicions with a single grim nod. The ref popped up and called for the bell, the clang of which earned thunderous cheers from the capacity crowd.
Bridget smiled, but didn’t release the hold. She gave it another squeeze and wasn’t surprised to hear Kathryn burble, <“Break the hold! I submit, you win, damn you.”>
Now Stroud did relinquish the Claw, though only so she could take the blonde’s chin, between thumb and forefinger. Tipping de Chevalier’s head back so the rivals could lock eyes, Bridget resumed her native tongue. “What did you say, Kathryn? I couldn’t understand that last part.”
Kathryn bristled at the implication, alas that was about all she could do. After an endless moment of silence she whispered, “You win.”
Beaming, Stroud leaned down, planted a kiss on her rival’s forehead, then released the hold and returned to boot-leather just in time for Al Carpenter to raise her hand for the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission…BRIDGET STROUD!”
“That’s another peak conquered!” the brunette planted a foot on de Chevalier’s chest and treated the fans to a brawny bicep flex. “I don’t know where the next challenge will take me, but I know it’ll be that much higher…and a little closer to gold!”