Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:18:41 GMT
The chance to remove the tag belts from the malevolent combination of brains and brawn that was Psy Ops would be challenging in the extreme, but what was life save a chance to bring about the Greater Good?
The bastions of virtue bounced nervously behind the curtains, ready to supplant the current belt owners and make themselves a shining example all could follow.
As the first chords of America the Beautiful coursed through the arena, the hearts of the FAWNatics were filled with pride and their eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage left. The flaring spotlights zeroed in on her immediate location. She smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curled spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other, one hand placed upon a curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other.
LADY LIBERTY
The FAWNatics responded in kind to the American Idol. The flaxen-haired fighter carried herself with absolute assurance, an unfaltering confidence that’s spellbinding, and a smile nothing short of heartwarming.
About her sublimely sporty frame, the challenger wore the colors of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd-pleasing curve. The sports top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red.
Salute delivered and returned, the Girl of AnyTown U.S.A turned to watch her partner in fighting crime emerge from whence she came.
Ethereal chimes accompanied her as do the following strings, transporting everyone in the arena to a faraway place and time.
GISELLE'S THEME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs
The fans were not disappointed by the sight of the fresh-faced brunette, the defender of the Four-sided Forest striding to her GG compatriot.
PRINCESS GISELLE
With the appearance of Disney royalty, PG moved to center stage, a monarch torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wore what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( amiclubwear.com/products/costume-sexy-kk89hc-y1866-snow-redblueyellow ) red boots instead of pumps
Together the team marched to the ring, bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch every crowd member reaching for them. Each had a cheery smile, melting all those around them.
As they reached the ring, the title challengers headed in opposite directions. Liberty clasped offered hands, delivering a firm shake. So much about her remained an enigma, her identity a mystery, her accent oddly lacking any telltale regional accent and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, but many in Orlando dare believe she hailed from their hometown.
Moving counterclockwise toward her partner, the Princess lifted a silver wand high, booping her luckiest of subjects on the crown of their domes. As the Pretty Patriot approached, the Theme Park Monarch launched a glitter bomb into the air above, silver sparkles spreading amongst the front rows.
After sharing a high five, the challengers slid in under the bottom rope side by side, hopping to their feet in unison. They swallowed each other in an embrace as the music faded, only breaking when the Announcer lifted the microphone for formal introductions.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! First. Hailing from the Good Ole U.S.A., she stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Shining Example, the Grappler Next Door and the All American’s All American, she is LADY LIBERTY!”
The Greater Goodies responded with an excited ovation, then a chant of ‘PRIN-CESS…PRIN-CESS’.
“And her partner, standing five feet-five inches tall and weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE! Together they are Greater Good!”
The FAWNatics unleashed support barely measurable, the more sensitive in the crowd covering their ears.
Beaming, the women bowed politely and sauntered to their far corner. They turned and waited for the dominant champions to appear and make their way to what would become further territory within Giselle and Libby’s realm.
Al Carpenter was in the midst of a pleasant post-inspection chat with the Do-Gooder's when the atmosphere grew remarkably unpleasant thanks to the intrusive presence of nothing more than some slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
The New Order of Things often appeared at the conclusion of the first verse, but tonight they remained stubbornly unseen. It wasn't until the alarm began to sound in full that they strode onto stage and when they did present themselves for to those assembled, they did so with more than leather and gold slung over their shoulders. Oh, the titles were still there of course, but the BFG also carried the insensate wreckage of Heaven Hughes while the Mistress of Puppets bore Colleen O'Neal!
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
This affront brought outrage from the FAWNatics not to mention the other half of the Greater Good, both of which would've rushed the stage if not for Al's timely intervention. He was trying to explain the likelihood of a trap when Clayton raised a microphone and said, “Hey Carpenter, these white mice are defective or something. You mind if we trade 'em in for new ones?” Up on stage, Bex handed the mic to Celia, then shifted her grip on Heaven so she could boost the blonde high overhead in a Military Press!
What could've been a very ugly drop to the floor was interrupted by a flood of referees, Nick Castle chief among them. “Put her down, Bex.” the zebra ordered. “Right the hell now.”
“Whatever you say, Castle.”
She 'hupped' Hughes in his direction and damned if Nick didn't earn a relieved pop from the crowd when he caught the Santa Monica Sweetheart out of the air with an ease that belied his striped status! Even Celia was impressed, the Temptress nodding appreciatively at the unexpected save. “Well if you're taking everyone's garbage, I don't suppose you'd mind a little more.” Blassenville deposited Colleen across his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, then shared a nod with Clayton before breaking free of the refs to stroll down the ramp.
Belt held high now that she'd shed more than a hundred pounds of excess baggage, a smirking Becky Clayton promised, “Two down, two to go!” as she closed on the squared circle. For tonight's match against the meddling Do-Gooder's she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
A few steps behind her, the Red Menace wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, though a keen-eyed observer would note she did mouth 'Come and get it.' to the challengers while tapping the faceplate with one elegant finger.
They'd climbed up onto the apron by the time the Announcer regained enough composure to proclaim, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Psy Ops slipped through the strands and held their gold high, Bex doing so directly in front of the seething challengers while Celia offered hers to the vitriol of the mob. Patently unimpressed by both, they tossed the golden prizes to Carpenter, then headed to their corner so the experiment could begin.
Both teams were still discussing strategy when the bell sounded to begin the match in earnest. “I've got this, Princess.” Liberty swatted Giselle on the arm, then started forward only to pause when the brunette touched her forearm.
“Are you sure, Libby?” the brunette looked to over to the champions' corner with no fear, but obvious concern. “I'm the Defender of the Realm, it's only fair that I lead the charge.”
Liberty smiled and offered her friend a nod before drawing back a step. “You are leading the charge, your highness.” she replied. “I'm just the tip of the spear.” The blonde turned her attention to the Camouflage Crusher and Giselle was surprised to see a great deal of ice in those usually placid blue eyes. “ Those two are going to pay for what they did to Colleen and Heaven.”
“Very well. I'm here when you need me.” Giselle slipped out onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope while Liberty headed out to the center of the ring.
Elsewhere, Psy Ops watched their opposition with sardonic amusement. “What do you think they're muttering about?” Becky asked the Temptress.
“Giselle looks so serious she must be discussing the difference in queue styles between Space Mountain and the Haunted Mansion. Liberty's probably working on a mental tier list of her favorite John Phillip Sousa marches. You didn't slander Mr. Sousa within her hearing, did you? She's certainly staring daggers in your direction.”
Clayton snorted, rolled her shoulders. “That's all she can—oh, she's headed this way. 'Scuse me Doc, I've gotta go beat up a mascot.”
“Enjoy yourself, soldier.” Bex didn't answer, she'd already strolled out of the corner to meet the Girl From AnyTown. Slowing down as she closed in on the blonde, the Peacekeeper looked her foe up and down, then asked, “You got something on your mind, Pep Rally?”
“You're a disgrace, citizen.” the blonde answered with a venom Becky hadn't expected. “You took everything good about service, dedication, and honor and sold it out to align yourself with that monstNNNGGGGHHH!”
The BFG stepped in and THUMPED the challenger with a Forearm Smash to the chest that knocked her flat on her ass!
“Watch your fucking mouth, you human cartoon.” Clayton warned. “I went through shit a poseur like you couldn't even imagine so I don't have to justify anything to NNNGGGHHH!”
Cheers from the crowd when Liberty kipped to verticality and immediately took to the skies to THWHAP a Dropkick offa her opponent's chin! Becky took it flush and stumbled back a few steps before she caught her balance and honed in on the smaller wrestler. “Is that all you fucking goNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lady Liberty rushed in with a Jumping Forearm Smash to Clayton's jaw, then hooked an arm around the back of the Destroyer's head and unleashed several more shots to the chest! The combined weight of these blows sent Becky reeling into the ropes, where Liberty promptly joined her to deliver half a dozen more to the taller woman's jaw! Aware that she needed to get this traitor out of the ropes before Al started a count, Liberty took Clayton's left wrist in both hands took a giant step back and dropped her hips to send the brunette on her way with an Irish Wh—NO!
Bex hooked her right arm over the top rope to anchor herself in place. Undeterred by the resistance, the Lady hop-stamped in place to put some strain on her foe's shoulder, then stepped forward and yanked back for a second attem—“WHOAH!”
Clayton hauled the blonde forward, lowered her shoulder and drove it into the pit of Liberty's stomach! In the same breath she straightened up and hurled her over the top rope with an improvised Back Body Drop! An arena-wide gasp from the FAWNatics exploded into a relieved cheer when Libby caught hold of the rubber-coated steel in one hand and managed to pull herself into a safe landing on the apron! The reaction from the crowd told Clayton everything she needed to know so she whipped around on the spot and lashed out with a Haymaker aimed for the Do-Gooder's jaw—“OOOFFFHH!”
Liberty was still crouched after the narrow escape and she took advantage of it by catching the middle rope in both hands and lunging forward to THUMP a shoulder into the pit of her opponent's stomach! Becky grunted and huddled over against the ropes, meaning her head was right there for Liberty's taking. Lacing both hands across the back of the Destroyer's noggin, Libby hopped up and dropped back to TWANG Clayton's throat across the top rope in a nasty Hot Shot!
Bex's head snapped back and she staggered awkwardly across the squared circle with both hands to her burning windpipe! The awkwardness of her journey turned the champ in a half circle, meaning her back was to the All American when Liberty scrambled onto the apron and caught hold of the top rope once more. Celia saw the situation developing and didn't much care for it, thus she called out, “Incoming on your six, Rebecca!”
The Camouflage Crusher heard this but didn't really register the implied threat. She simply turned around to get eyes on the target and in that she was wildly successful for there was no arguing she had the best view in the house when the Lady leapt skyward and soared back into the ring. As an actual defensive tactic on the other hand it could only be judged as a colossal failure in that the Destroyer didn't move out of the way or even raise a guard before the Star Spangled Battler THWHUMPED both feet against her chest!
SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yG5NEQoE9k
The Missile Dropkick didn't just knock Clayton down, it blew her off her moorings, the gobsmacked powerhouse coming down flat on her back before somersaulting through to her stomach and flopping onto her back once more! Astounded and delighted in equal measure by this swift start, the crowd urged Liberty to go for a cover and while the blonde did move in on her prone adversary, she didn't get a chance to cover because Becky sat up like a psycho in a horror mov—“NNNGGGH!”
No fear from the Starlet in Stripes, she rushed forward and drilled the point of her right knee into Clayton's forehead to stretch her out flat toot sweet! Knowing full well that speed was her greatest ally in this match (outside Giselle, of course) Lady Liberty busted out a crisp ninety degree turn and sprinted to the ropes off Clayton's right side. Leaving her feet in a low hop that looked surprisingly dainty for the speed involved, the Paragon of Patriotism landed on the bottom rope and launched herself back the way she'd came in a gorgeous flip that saw her THAWHAP down with every bit of her hundred and twenty-so pounds landing flush across the brunette's chest!
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7QK_-URezk
Liberty landed with enough force to shoot Bex's legs into the air so she caught both of 'em tight and rolled over into a Back Press that pointed Clayton's cheeks into the rafters for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
An 'OOOOOHHHHH!' of impressed concern when the former World Champion bucked loose simultaneous with 'TWO!' Bex down but clearly nowhere near out despite the high flying offensive.
Liberty looked grave but hardly intimidated, indeed she didn't miss a beat between hurrying back to verticality and reeling the rising champion into a Front Facelock. Stuffing a few quick Kneelifts into Clayton's tummy so she could switch over to a Wristlock before the brunette fully caught her breath, Liberty bumped her shoulder into Becky's sternum to keep her off balance, then dropped back and hurled her burden to the strands with an Irish—NOPE!
The One Woman Army ran out the blonde's tether only to plant her feet and send LL off with a Whip of her own! Liberty took it in stride and just like the Moonsault she didn't bother to turn around, she simply jumped onto the middle strand and shot back with her right arm raised to shoulder level for a gorgeous Springboard Back Elb—“HHHRRRGGGHH!
Clayton exploded forward and DRILLED her left arm across the nape of Liberty's neck with a massive Lariat! Groans all around as Liberty was knocked more than ninety degrees off axis to land flat on her face and chest! Behind her, Becky took a deep breath, then made a show of deliberately brushing some invisible dust off her impressive shoulders. “I hope you enjoyed that run, honeybunch.” she growled at the flattened fighter. “Because from here on out things are going to get very unpleasant.”
No response from Liberty so Clayton raised her right foot and STAMPED down between the challenger's shoulders! The Lady cried out and writhed like a bug on a card, but couldn't get out from under Becky's foot until the Destroyer stepped over and around, Clayton using Libby like a doormat to move into position on the blonde's right side. From there she demonstrated some impressive ups of her own, Bex shooting skyward with a vertical leap that culminated in her kicking both legs forward so that the back of her left thigh THWHUMPED down across the back of her opponent's neck!
Burying a hand in Liberty's hair while the canvas was still thrumming, the BFG stood up and forced the woozy wrestler to do the same. Once they were vertical she bent forward and hooked her right arm around the Lady's midsection so she could hoist her up under one arm like a bag of laundry. With her left arm hooked around the blonde's left thigh, Becky swung around to face the Greater Good's side of town before she went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to jolt Liberty across her thigh with a huge Pendulum Backbreaker!
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slMCNQlbYyM
Libby shuddered and started to slip loose only to find herself mired in place when Clayton pressed her right hand to the blonde's chin and her left hand to opposing thigh. “Gonna snap you in half, pretender.” Becky threatened as she began to puuuuuuuusssshhhhh down on both ends. “And I'm gonna the Princess watch.”
Giselle did more than nervously observe, she started a rhythmic clap the FAWNatics dutifully picked up to show their support for a long overdue transfer of power in the tag division.
The Army of One wasn't particularly pleased with the crowd backing the bent blonde. Face turning sour, she lifted her hands and laced the fingers, then plunged the heels of both into Libby’s navel. The American Idol jackknifed and retched from the abdominal blast. Clayton shoved her challenger off the plank of her upper leg, Lady Liberty puddling in a hot mess at the feet of the rising Camo Crusader.
When Becky joined in the slow clap, she effectively killed the fans’ enthusiasm, grinning as the applause petered out.
Clayton circled and stomped Liberty at a leisurely interval, putting boot sole to blonde whenever the pretty patriot tried to rise. Finally, Bex grabbed the left wrist of the wilting Lady and tugged Libby to her feet. In a swift fluid motion, the destroyer-class bad-ass pivots and sent the flaxen-haired fighter racing to the Psy Ops’ corner, the sprinting Liberty with barely enough time to turn and take the ring-rattling collision against her spinal column.
The challenger might’ve melted to the canvas from the force of the impact, but Doctor Feelbad wrapped her brawny biceps under and around those of the blonde and kept her foe upright and in peril. Blassenville didn't need to engrave the invitation. Clayton careened across the canvas at breakneck pace, lowering a shoulder and THUMPING a block DEEP into the taut tummy of the Girl From Anytown U.S.A.
Libby’s frame folded between the top and middle ropes, one, two, three times, sent further into a jackknife with each successive digging shoulder until GI Bex handed the keys to this demolition to the good doctor, Clayton slapping palms with the robust redhead.
Blassenville entered serenely, with not a hint of malice in her placid features. Noticeably, the BFG remained on the field of play with her partner and they bullied the faltering Libby halfway down the ropes where they sent the blonde racing across the mat with a double whip.
The champions followed to center stage, waiting for the returning member of Greater Good. Each titleholder dipped and together they sent Liberty heavenward, the challenger damn near touching the rafters in a fateful forward flip, the Double Back Body Drop eventually sending Libby CRASHING to earth, bruising her vertebrae with a clattering collision with the canvas.
As the American Idol arched in anguish, a chipper Clayton took her leave at Al’s urging.
FAWN’s practicing psychiatrist (dare call her a psychologist and feel her wrath) made a detour beside the Princess.
“You couldn’t dig Maiden America out of her trailer park to replace this second-rate sunshine soldier?” Celia queried.
A smirking Blassenville turned to stride toward the rising Liberty when she spun on a dime and slapped the taste from the mouth of the Theme Park Monarch. The brunette’s head was on a swivel as the crowd ‘OOOOOHS’ from the echoing impact.
Face stern when it returned, Giselle was about to verbally parry with Celia, but Blassenville upped the ante, sending Giselle flying off the apron with a forearm shiver to the jaw. The Disney-adjacent royalty ended on her ass, dark eyes blank as she tried to shake her temporarily misplaced marbles back into place.
Celia turned to find Lady Liberty on her feet, but unfortunately for the Girl From Anytown U.S.A., she’s facing away from the approaching MD.
Blassenville grabbed a shoulder and violently spun the blonde side by side, the women facing in opposite directions. Showing off the overwhelming power she and her partner possessed, the redhead LAUNCHED Libby HIGH and POUNDED her into the deck with a Uranage!
URANAE @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPj6-a6vY0A&t=92s
As Celia bounced off a knee back to her feet, Liberty’s flaccid body spread in a wide starfish, demolished by the cruel clinician.
Blassenville planted a boot atop the softly swelling chest of the obliterated patriot, staring down in disdain.
“Tell Colleen I don’t appreciate her using Ginger Genius as a moniker. It’s an affront I won’t abide forever. I told her the same earlier, but I'm not sure she'll remember.”
Carpenter, having slid down to his chest, set about the embarrassing count that would end another futile challenge to the Psy Ops crew with his…
ONE…
TWO…
Liberty rose to the occasion, shoving a shoulder off the mat with the help of the lackadaisical pin.
Celia rolled her eyes and shook her head. Blassenville surrounded the blonde’s skull with both hands and nimbly maneuvered the near dead-weight to a seated position, Celia poised behind her foe.
The Doc stepped over one shoulder, then draped her frame perpendicularly across Libby’s back, slipping her torso under the opposite arm so she could reef back on her challenger’s arm and abs with a modified Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=COa0nqCUKmc
Supremely satisfied with her continued rag-dolling of the American Idol, Blassenville worked her twisted ‘patient’ with her expert knowledge in making the submission as painful as possible.
Al dropped to a knee in front of Lady Liberty and asked if she wanted to surrender. Despite her pained features, the flaxen-haired fighter shook her head.
The Princess, back at her station a little worse for wear, again rallied the Greater Good’s troops, the FAWNatics joining her in a hopeful clap-clap-clap.
Slowly and less than surely, Liberty showed her tenacity, getting both feet beneath her and rising despite the teeth-gnashing efforts of the foul physician.
Wriggling her way into some slack, Libby’s able to twist into a kick to the redhead’s midriff. The champ’s grip loosened by the breathtaking boot, Lady L repeated the process a second and third time, fully freeing herself.
A furious Blassenville lurched toward Liberty with right arm raised from her side, hoping to remove head from shoulders with a burly Clothesline. But the lithe Libby ducked beneath and somersaulted to a diving tag of her storybook companion.
Giselle used a double-handed grip to spring over the top cable and rush at the spinning Celia. The Princess lowered a shoulder and PLANTED it in the cleft of the good doctor’s considerable cleavage. Blassenville’s staggered but ultimately unbowed, regaining her balance with PG on her way to the ropes for more momentum.
On her return, Giselle threw herself into Celia with another blasting block and again the champ teetered, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The Theme Park Monarch knew how many times made the charm and she’s already sprinting back from the strands to the wobbly titleholder with a Dropkick that conclusively leveled the destroyer-class doc.
With the crowd roaring, the sovereign of the Four-Sided Forest kipped to her feet. As Celia pushed to hands and knees, the brunette mounted Blassenville’s noggin with a forward-facing, Standing Headscissors.
Showing a ferocity turned up several levels after her war with the Sorceress, Violyt Goodheart, the Princess dropped to her knees, busting Celia’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
KNEELING FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig
Giselle spun to a seat, bringing the champion with her, Celia’s head lodged between her thighs. The Disney-adjacent royal reached forward to snag a wayward raised leg. PG hauled back, stacking Blassenville on her shoulders in a cradled pin for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Celia kicked free and flopped to her side on a shoulder and hip, the auburn-maned dragon yet unvanquished.
The Princess pushed to her feet, drawing the bigger grappler with her and snugly stuffing her opponent’s lowered braincase into a Front Facelock when both women reached vertical. Giselle tried to reach her right arm around Celia’s muscular left thigh, hoping to lift the limb and deal Blassenville to the deck with a trip on Mister Toad’s Wild Ride.
The Princess of Power did indeed hoist the Temptress' sturdy stem off the mat, alas she didn't get the chance to sink her hooks any deeper before Blassenville balled her right hand into a fist and pak-pak-PAAAKED it into the brunette's ribs! Wrenching her leg free with a brisk stamp, Celia immediately pumped it into Giselle's tummy and tightened her arm around the smaller wrestler's head to take control of the Front Facelock. Just like that she grabbed a handful of tights just above Giselle's left hip and muscled her skyward, the FAWNatics unable to stifle a grudging 'oooooooooohhhh!' as the redhead lifted PG into position directly overhead.
Blassenville could've completed the Suplex then and there, yet no one was particularly surprised when the spiteful powerhouse kept her burden locked in place, the seemingly effortless show of strength forcing the crowd to start a count as the blood rushed to Giselle's noggin. 'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEOOOOOHHHHH!”
The overturned Princess began to kick her legs over and over, an awkward, unwieldy display that nevertheless paid dividends when she tumbled out of Celia's trap and landed directly behind the startled champion! Reaching back over her right shoulder with an alacrity that belied the head-fogging nature of her previous predicament, Giselle strapped both hands across Blassenville's chin and dropped to her butt to THWHUNK the back of her opponent's skull against the deck courtesy a beautiful Hangman's Neckbreaker!
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_nEJR82xlI
Celia bounced to a seat with both arms swaddling the back of her head while the Protector of the Four-Sided Forest rolled onto her hands and knees and caught a deep breath. A glance toward the Do-Gooder's corner confirmed that Libby was in position to make a tag, but in no condition to do so, at least not at the moment. Silently vowing to handle the Red Menace until her friend was once again able to enter the field of battle, Giselle hurried to her feet only to leave them after only a few rushed steps brought her up on Celia's six. Blassenville heard the patter of boots approaching and started to twist over onto one knee which meant the brunette's Dropkick THWHAPPED against her right shoulder instead of the nape of her neck!
The blow still knocked Celia onto her side, though the crowd's delight proved short-lived as the Destroyer rolled through to her stomach and started to rise. Thankfully the champion of sweetness & light was quicker on the draw at the moment and she managed to snatch hold of Blassenville's left wrist before the Louisianan could make it off her knees. But Celia's return to verticality quickly picked up steam thanks to a pair of quick, hard Arm Ringers, the second of which set the redhead back on her feet albeit doubled over and looking quiet cranky. Her mood did not improve when Giselle stretched that arm out straight and leapt into the skies, the brunette bracing her knees against forearm and bicep to ensure the biggest jolt possible when she came down on her back a heartbeat later!
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDslslz2gKs
The Double Knee Armbreaker forced Celia back to her feet and she stumbled away with that throbbing arm held tight across her ches—THWHAP! Giselle ran her down and provided a valuable lesson about not turning your one's on one's adversary by snapping a quick kick across the back of Blassenville's left thigh!
Celia cried out, went to one knee and pushed right back up only to have her progress halted by a snug Side Headlock from the Princess. Grinding the redhead's temple against the point of her hip as hard as she could, Giselle steered her opponent away from the Psy Ops corner, then broke into a sprint that took the both of 'em toward a neutral set of strands. Taking to the air as she ran out of ring, PG set both feet against the top rope and pushed off as hard as she could to swing both wrestlers around in a half circle that ended with the Theme Park Monarch landing comfortably on her royal backside while Celia TWHAMMED down flat on her face and chest!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR84YqgUa3g
The Springboard Bulldog earned an exultant roar from the denizens of the Four-Sided Forest and they only grew louder when their leader grabbed a double handful of Blassenville's hair and hauled her upright! A Toe Kick doubled the champ over, allowing Giselle to snag a Front Facelock and toss Celia's left arm across her shoulders in the span between heartbeats! Then she reached down and cradled the redhead's left leg before pulling it off the mat with a sharp tug. No waiting in line this time 'round, the Princess and the Temptress both had a Fast Pass for Mister Toad's Wild Ride, unfortunately it was only Giselle who enjoyed the outcome when she twisted under the woozy Destroyer and spun her over to come THWHAMMING down on the back of her head and shoulders!
MR. TOAD'S WILD RIDE @ 3:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc
Consternation when the Crimson Cagliostro sat up, then delight from all sides of the arena when Giselle palmed both shoulders and spread her out flat on the canvas. A moment later and she was stretched out snug atop Blassenville's chest, the good Princess hooking the far leg to kick off a coronation that began with...
ONE...
TWO...
THR—“NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Giselle had momentarily forgotten the Peacekeeper in her exuberance to dethrone the Temptress and so Becky treated her to a harsh reminder in the form of a huge stomp delivered to the small of the challenger's back! “Nice try, dork.” Clayton taunted the brunette even as Al ushered her back to the champions' corner. “Too bad those fairy tales are the only place you'll ever be a champiRRRGGGGHHH!”
Damned if Bex hadn't forgotten about Lady Liberty a lapse that cost her dearly when the Girl from Anytown rushed by Carpenter and THWHAPPED the former World Champ with a huge Forearm Smash!
“Back to your corner, citizen!” Libby barked as she continued to hammer and pound at the startled brunette. “Your chicanery has no place within the hallowed halls of the squared circle!”
Al couldn't argue with the sentiment, though the Lady's execution was questionable at best. Clayton didn't care for her rhetoric in the goddamned slightest, as evidenced by the way she abruptly grabbed Liberty by the shoulders and twisted around to hurl her into the Psy Ops corner! “You wanna throw hands with me, Pep Rally?” Bex swatted Libby across the face, then grabbed her by the throat for good measure. “Then I guess it's about time you experienced a REAL firefigNGH!”
The Starlet in Stripes tagged her foe's cheek with a backhand and snapped, “I'm ready whenever you are, you national disgracNGH!”
Becky started throwing Haymakers and Libby threw 'em right back, champ and challenger exchanging with such vigor that Al Carpenter resigned himself to a whole lotta bruises even before he waded in and tried to prize them apart!
Elsewhere, Princess Giselle pushed to one knee and set one hand against the mat so the other could rub at the sore spot on her back. A bit of movement off to one side confirmed that Celia was once again starting to rise, though the Do-Gooder was delighted to see she didn't look nearly so unfazed as she had only moments prior. Even so, she knew she couldn't let the Mistress of Puppets regain her bearings so she hurled herself into the ropes and raced back at the recovering redhead. Celia looked up, noted the encroachment and pivoted so she could hook her right arm across Giselle's waist and—the Princess spun through Blassenville's grasp to float up and around, PG hooking her left arm around Celia's noggin in a Front Facelock that would bring her foe crashing down from the summit of Space Mount—NO!
The Crimson Cagliostro sank into a deep crouch and grabbed hold of Giselle's waistband with her free hand, the impromptu wedgie making the challenger wince even as her descent came to a grinding halt. The stillness didn't last long however, indeed the Princess' feet didn't touch the ground before Celia straightened up with the Do-Gooder in tow just to go down on one knee, the redhead THWHUMPING Giselle's vulnerable vertebrae across the post of her thigh!
Tossing PG aside with a snarl of contempt, Blassenville stood up and took a look around the ring while she indulged in a moment's reprieve to smooth down her hair. It appeared Al Carpenter had done yeoman's work in separating Rebecca from the escapee from a World War II bomber fuselage, but neither he nor the other participants were paying her much attention at the moment so... Blassenville placed her right foot atop Giselle's throat and pressed down with the slow, cruel avidity of someone who enjoyed truly malicious work.
“Seeing the results of Goodheart's work this close up is quite fascinating.” Celia murmured after several seconds of throttling had turned Giselle's features a florid pink. “I'd be very interested to know what she told you when you were bleeding and scream—the Princess swatted her attacker's foot away and quickly rolled onto her side.
“Yuuuuhhhh....yuuuuuhhh....yuuuhhh...” she rasped between tearing breaths. “You couldn't handle what she told me, Celia. What you only play at, Violyt does for reaRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Temptress kicked Giselle in the back hard enough to draw a groan of sympathetic anguish from the crowd! This somber sound was still echoing through the arena when Blassenville bent down, plunged a hand into Giselle's hair and hauled her to verticality. “There is a key difference between Goodheart and I that it would behoove you to recognize as quickly as possible, my good Princess.” she murmured in her prey's ear. “Where she was content to leave you changed but functional, I'm quite happy to leave you babbling inside that fanciful dream realm you've so elaborately constructed.”
On that ominous note she threaded her right hand between Giselle's legs and cupped her left hand over the brunette's chin to ensure she was strapped down tight when Blassenville hoisted her up across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
Perfunctorily placed in an agonizing stretch of her vertebrae, Giselle yelped in pain, reaching an arm vainly for any help she could find, be it the American Idol or a top rope. Unfortunately for her and the Greater Goodies, Blassenville shook the trapped brunette center stage, abusing her racked opponent.
Showing initiative, the FAWNatics started their own slow clap, but it backfired when the Temptress bounced to the beat, upscaling the agony laid upon the Theme Park Monarch.
Thankfully, the division of Carpenter between Clayton and Liberty left the Starlet in Stripes nearer the middle. Hearing a squealing Princess, she disengaged. Not fully thinking the result through, the blonde leapt into a Dropkick to Celia’s chest. It’s effective enough, sending the Doc flying off her feet, but it also caused PG to suffer a ring-rattling, unplanned Samoan Drop.
After impact, Giselle shifted from side to side, grasping at her lower back from the torture and the collision. The unintended nature of the Drop left Celia cradling the back of her skull, taking more of the impact than she normally would.
With Carpenter finishing steering the GI through the strands, the Lady had liberty to do as she pleased. Choosing friend over foe, the Girl From Anytown snatched a wrist and dragged Giselle to the Greater Good corner. As Al turned to reacquaint himself with the goings-on, he found Libby on the outside in possession of the tag rope with one hand and slapping the shoulder of the faltering Defender of the Realm with the other.
The man motioned for the change in Goodness and Liberty entered as the Crimson Cagliostro reached one knee.
The hardbody blonde somersaulted toward the tag champion then leapt at a rising Blassenville. Libby caught Celia around the throat as she popped over her bigger foe and rode the redhead to the deck with a Rolling Thunder Blockbuster.
ROLLING THUNDER BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtKG8EAOK5Q
Libby scrambled to the splayed Blassenville, settling in a backward-facing seat on her foe’s midriff, then collecting both muscular, tanned stems. She cradled those lower limbs close as she dropped in a Back Press atop the dazed doctor for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
A tardy Bex had one leg through the cables, but Celia shoved the American Idol off with a heave that sent the blonde to her feet, Libby looking flustered at the strength remaining in the titleholder.
With a glassy-eyed Blassenville reaching a seat but no farther, Liberty raced to the ropes in front of the abominable MD and rebounded at full speed. Libby let loose a low-rise Dropkick to the bosom, flattening her opponent to the canvas. The blonde crisply kipped to her feet and offered the fellow Do-Gooder's in the audience a salute.
Skipping over the starfished Celia, Libby hopped to the middle cable while grabbing the top and bounds gracefully in a back-flip that CRUSHED Blassenville beneath with her awe-inspiring Merica-sault.
'MERICA-SAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ReZL3ICiEo
LL moved to a kneeling forward-facing straddle of the splattered redhead, pressing a bicep down on the back of Celia’s left hammy as her palms did the same against Blassenville’s shoulders for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
The Doc dug deep, thrusting a shoulder off the canvas. It’s only a slight budge of the blonde this time, yet it’s enough for Al to pop to his boot soles with only two fingers raised.
An incredulous Libby ran both sets of digits through her flaxen locks and turned her gaze toward Giselle, the Princess likewise agape. The brunette raised her right arm high, parroting the Statue with whom Liberty shared a name and the Girl From Anytown nodded in agreement.
The blue-eyed beauty tugged a flaccid Celia to vertical and, from behind, captured both of Blassenville’s arms at the crook of her elbows. Libby pressed the crown of her skull into the Doc’s spine, ready to twist into her Light the Torch Spinning Impaler, a move that never failed to pacify unruly citizens.
But before the Starlet in Stripes could finish the job, the dastardly Destroyer-class grappler lowered to desperation by mule-kicking Lady Liberty in the crotch. Celia’s right heel BLASTED into the juncture of the challenger’s thighs.
Face etched in anguish, Libby dropped to her haunches, hands buried in her privates, while the crowd rained angry epithets of a less generous nature on the Crimson Cagliostro.
Deciding it’s time to give the Peacekeeper a chance to march on the defenseless blonde, Blassenville staggered to the Psy Ops corner and tagged in the brawny Army of One.
As Clayton slapped hands with her partner, Libby, unable to rise and do the same, showed her American ingenuity, flopping to a shoulder and hip and rolling her balled frame across the mat in time for PG to reach in and touch a shoulder.
While the ungainly method of transfer was successful, it provided time for Bex to roll across the battlefield and land a POUNDING forearm blast to Giselle as the brunette’s halfway into the Four-Sided Forest.
Clayton surrounded PG’s dark locks and the noggin beneath and ‘helped’ the Disney-adjacent royalty into the Realm. But Giselle swung her arms up inside those of Camo Crusader. Freed from her foe, the Princess pivoted and cocked a right fist to throws hands with Clayton.
Bex was more than ready to bring her power to bear in the throw-down and got off the first right cross. However, it’s all subterfuge from Giselle, the Princess dodging and grabbing the proffered arm, then dropping to the canvas, tugging a surprised Clayton into a tight Small Package!
Her butt pointed to the rafters, the BFG flailed wildly through…
ONE…
…and TWO…
…but the Peacekeeper broke the seal before Carpenter’s palm hit the mat a third time.
Both women scrambled to their feet and Giselle leapt at her titleholding counterpart, grabbing Clayton’s raised right arm and swinging around to her foe’s back where she Scissored the opposite wing. In a Crucifix position, she rolled Becky onto her shoulders again, this time with Bex’s legs bracketing her braincase, the champ Matchbooked by the mat wizardry of her storybook adversary.
The Army of One’s sinewy stems bicycled manically through…
ONE…
TWO…
…before she tumbled out of another pinning predicament.
As Giselle clambered to her feet, readying another clever snare, a frustrated and furious Becky quickly crawled under the bottom rope, dropping her feet to the arena floor to collect herself.
Unfortunately for Bex, the Princess was ready to journey outside the Four-Sided Forest in search of tag gold. The brunette raced to the ropes opposite Clayton and rebounded into a sprint toward the Peacekeeper. Giselle soared between the top and middle ropes and PLOWED into the chest of the unsuspecting Clayton.
While PG landed on her feet after the collision, Becky was sent into a sprawling backpedal, her lower spine CRASHING into the steel barricade behind her. A grimacing Clayton slid down the metal, pooling in a seat at its base, appearing as if she could use reinforcements against a hovering Giselle. The Princess raised her arms high and wide, eliciting a roar of support from her subjects.
As Liberty stood guard against any Crimson cavalry, the Theme Park Monarch scooped her arms under the pits of the GI, lifting Becky to unsteady feet.
“Your fairy tale is ending, soldier. And that of the ‘Greater’ champions is about to begin.”
A knock-kneed Clayton was unresponsive save for an angry groan and Celia was still in the Psy Ops corner tending to her accumulated aches so the rallying challengers each grabbed a handful of trunks and tresses to bum rush the BFG under the bottom rope like she was little more than a sack of laundry. Al, who'd watched over developments with a critical eye, pointed Libby toward her corner, though it was more out of principle than necessity since the Girl from Anytown was already headed in that direction.
As for Giselle, she skipped onto the apron and made her way to the nearest corner where she quickly ascended to the high rent district. Rising to her full height amidst rousing cheers from the Forest Dwellers, the Princess pointed an imperious finger at her downed target, then hopped from the turnbuckle to the top rope and launched from there, the brunette using the extra springiness to soar across a good two-thirds of the ring whereupon she put every bit of her hundred and fifteen so pounds into the Elbow Drop she THWHAMMED through Clayton's sternum!
FALLING STAR @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CymJ5d8ZgKI
Skewered by the punishing precision of that Falling Star, Becky flopped from end to end and tumbled onto one side only to find herself stretched out flat and pinned down snug when the Princess scrambled into a heavy seat on her chest. Leaning down to hook her foe's knees even as Carpenter swooped into place, Giselle drew Bex back into a Reverse Matchbook that had the FAWNatics counting along with the zebra through....
ONE...
TWO...
THRE—“NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Dr. Feelbad might've had all the confidence in the world in her greatest patient, but she was taking no chances tonight as evidenced by the hard kick she planted between Giselle's shoulders to break up the cover!
“My apologies, Princess.” Celia murmured as she retreated from the scene of the crime with her hands raised to shoulder-level. “But I'm afraid your story is destined for a much... grimmer fina—”
A cacophonous wall of sound from those assembled when Lady Liberty dove over the middle rope in a gorgeous tumble and shot high into the air, the Starlet in Stripes catching the startled Temptress in a Three Quarters Facelock that lasted just long enough to THWHUNK Blassenville's chin against the point of her shoulder!
STUNNED 'N STRIPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVIP2ROWD7g
Celia shot up on tiptoe and tottered backward into the ropes, the usually solid Destroyer looking like she'd be knocked over by the slightest breeze. Instead she bounced back the way she'd came and found herself greeted by a Toe Kick from Libby that doubled her over on the spot. “C'mon Liberty, you're not legal!” Al barked while the blonde collected her adversary in a Front Facelock. “Get back to your corner!”
“She will, Al.” Giselle confirmed as she hurried over and secured a Facelock of her own. “Just as soon as we make sure this malcontent can't cause any more problems.” Carpenter didn't exactly approve, but he couldn't blame them considering the redhead's interference. And even if he could, it didn't stop the Do-Gooder's from grabbing identical handfuls of trunks to haul Blassenville to about three o'clock before they laid out and SPIKED her forehead to the deck with a massive Implant DDT!
DOUBLE IMPLANT DDT @ 2:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_KCltEevOM
The reinforced head-drop left Celia pooled on the canvas while the challengers stood tall and basked in the glory of a giant well slai—“NNNGGGHH!”
Becky Clayton POUNDED a Forearm across the back of Giselle's skull, then reached around with her left hand and grabbed hold of the smaller brunette's right wrist. From there she pushed the Princess away and took a giant step back, the Peacekeeper drawing her right arm back for a gawdawful Ripcord Lar—NO!
Liberty snapped the tether with a crisp Super Kick to Clayton's wrist! Giselle crumpled to her knees with one arm swaddling her aching skull while Bex stumbled backward shaking the sting out of her stricken hand. She was in perfect position for another Super Kick so Libby pointed her right shoulder in the champ's direction and hopped for—Celia grabbed hold of the blonde's ankle and tugged hard, jerking her off balance! The Paragon of Patriotism stumbled forward, caught herself and straightened up just in time for Becky to jab a thumb in her eye!
“Taking shots for people is real noble, even from a poseur. You think Giselle will do the same for you?” Clayton huffed as she turned Libby in a half circle, then reached around to grab hold of her right wrist. From there she spun her around and lunged forward, the former World Champion swinging for the fences with a second Ripcord Lariat! No miraculous interruptions this time, Bex's arm caught her flush and the Lady was turned inside out before hitting the deck in an awkward heap.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJqxy_MSONw
Dropped to one knee by the force of the blow, Clayton delivered a few condescending smacks to the challenger's backside en route to bulldozing her to the edge of the squared circle with a series of shoves that ultimately sent Liberty tumbling to the floor with a sweaty PLOP. Brushing some invisible dust off her hands as she glared over the star spangled wreckage, Becky muttered, “And STAY outNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Giselle hadn't recovered quickly enough to save her friend from that Lariat, but she was vertical now and she made the BFG pay for her crimes with a Meteora to the shoulders that TWANGED her throat against the middle rope! The Princess bounced away and Clayton did too, but where PG landed on her feet without incident, Bex somersaulted backward onto her stomach only to clamber to boot-leather with one hand pressed tight to her burning windpipe. She was still fighting to catch her breath when Giselle grabbed hold of the brunette's free hand and sent her shooting into the ropes with an Irish—NO!
Becky dug in her heels and reversed the Whip to send the Princess off in her place. As for the champ, she sprinted in the opposite direction and hit the ropes so hard she barely noticed the swat of Blassenville's hand against one shoulder!
Al noted it before either of his charges and gave Celia the nod to enter, yet the Crimson Cagliostro chose to hang back as Rebecca and Giselle hurtled toward one ano—Bex went low and pushed off her back foot with a gorgeous Spear that would've cut the Princess in half if she hadn't cleared it in a gorgeous vertical le--THWHACK! Blassenville took the brunette out of the air with a Big Boot that seemed to silence the FAWNatics the instant her target hit the canvas.
“Excellent timing as always, Doc.” Becky noted as she got to her feet. “Ready to put this one in the books?”
“Yes indeed.” Celia replied as she hauled Giselle to her feet. “But first I need a moment with the Princess.”
Clayton was more than happy to take five in the corner, thus leaving the Mistress of Puppets to bend Giselle backward at an awkward angle courtesy an Inverted Facelock. With the Princess' chin wedged in her left armpit, Blassenville reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of the Do-Gooder's waistband just above that hip. From there she dipped her knees and hoisted Giselle upside down, brunette and redhead snuggled in chest to chest and kept there via the Inverted Facelock and Blassenville relinquishing the trunks grip to hook her foe's right leg. Twisting around as soon as she'd controlled the leg, the Temptress made one and a half rotations before she shot up on tiptoes and dropped to a seat to PLANT the back of Giselle's head and shoulders into the mat with resounding force!
GRIEF SPIRAL @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o010-0eY2Zw
The Grief Spiral left Giselle splattered across the canvas, but Celia made no effort to hook the leg. Instead she stood up and tromped over to the Psy Ops corner to tag the One Woman Army. Then it was back to the wrecked royal, Celia scraping Giselle up just to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock allowed Celia to spin the brunette onto her shoulders, where she shifted over to a grip on Giselle's shoulders that stretched the challenger's arms out in a woozy 'T' shape. Princess properly prepared, Bex slipped through the ropes and charged straight at the Temptress, her timing such that she arrived just in time to catch Giselle in a Three Quarters Facelock when Celia slung the brunette forward and down! Psy Ops dropped simultaneously, Celia onto her butt and Becky onto her back to THAWHAM the Theme Park Monarch against the canvas-sheathed plywood as the latest patient of MK Ultra.
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Celia rolled to one knee to keep an eye out for potential meddlers while Becky shoveled Giselle onto her back and slithered into a Crossbody, the Peacekeeper hooking the far leg tight while the ref and the crowd counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Al called for the bell and Celia rose to her feet, but Becky stayed right where she was, the victorious Destroyer luxuriating in her pin while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
As Carpenter strode to the ropes to collect the champs’ property, Blassenville marched after him, not wanting Al to have his grubby hands on the belts any longer than necessary. The ref had the belts for a split-second before Celia plucked them away. She called for a microphone and was provided one post-haste.
“You can leave now.” she informed Al. Carpenter took the hint.
Bex was propping her chin on her palms, elbows planted on the chest and tummy of the unconscious Princess, staring mockingly at Giselle’s subjects, the fools having thought the challengers had a chance.
Blassenville dipped and tapped Clayton on a shoulder, motioning the One-Woman Army to her feet. Becky used the body of the Theme Park Monarch to a do a set of five push-ups before thrusting to her haunches, then accepting her title and ascending to vertical.
Psy Ops loitered over the decimated brunette, each woman raising the inner hand of the other, showing off their hardware with the opposite. The champs shook their heads softly in disdain at the boos from the FAWNatics. Breaking the grip between them, the redhead handed the stick to Clayton.
“Do you understand?” Bex asked. “This country is about bare-naked aggression, not red, white and blue bells and whistles.”
Blassenville leaned over and added, “Or about escaping reality in favor of a dream world.”
From behind, a woozy Liberty slid in under the bottom rope. There’s no revenge on her mind, only sympathy for her partner. She crawled between the victors, slightly bumping the calves of each to get to her fellow Do-Gooder.
She lightly tapped Giselle’s cheek to waken Sleeping Beauty from her forcible nap, unaware she’s interrupted Psy Ops’ Storytime.
“And…” Clayton continued. “It seems some people are just never going to understand.”
Becky handed the mic back to Celia, placed her belt on the deck and snatched Libby with two handfuls of flaxen locks.
Features twisted in pain, the American Idol was hauled to her feet and pulled into a Front Facelock. The BFG grabbed spandex on Libby’s hip and easily elevated Liberty, the blonde’s boots pointed to the rafters for long seconds until Becky showed Libby what FUBAR really meant, POUNDING the back of Lady Liberty’s skull into the metal faceplate and the rest of her frame into the floorboards.
FUBAR ALPHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZZbSEA7esI
Rising to her knees, Bex dusted off her hands, having sent Libby to the 51st state, a coma.
With Giselle rousing, the Doc seemed unwilling to be outdone.
Blassenville returned the microphone to Becky and collected the Princess’ noggin in both hands, pulling the brunette to her feet.
As she does, a roar broke from the crowd.
It’s not the indisposed remaining members of Greater Good on the way, but instead FAWN’s recently minted Dream Team. Lisa Dream and Heather Crofton, in their respective familiar white and yellow battle gear, sprinted to the ring.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
Becky, ever the observant soldier, caught the approaching enemy out of the corner of her eye. She interrupted her partner’s plans, letting Celia know of the cavalry’s imminent arrival. The Doc let her rag-doll royalty flop to the canvas and the champions headed to the ropes farthest from an entering Dream Team.
Having used considerable energy in dispatching their challengers, Psy Ops called for a tactical withdrawal, stepping through the cables and dropping to the arena floor while Lisa and Heather hovered protectively over the vanquished.
The champs circled around the ring, belts on shoulders, Celia back in possession of the stick.
“Oh, sweet Lisa. I would have thought we concluded our sessions when we destroyed you and your PERFECT protégé. Perhaps we’ll need to reschedule and put you on the shelf, excuse me, couch one last time.”
The Crimson Cagliostro dropped the mic and, with each champion raising their titles, Psy Ops headed for the exit, ready to dominate the division in 2024, as they had the year prior.
The bastions of virtue bounced nervously behind the curtains, ready to supplant the current belt owners and make themselves a shining example all could follow.
As the first chords of America the Beautiful coursed through the arena, the hearts of the FAWNatics were filled with pride and their eyes filled with an athletic, blonde beauty in stars-n-stripes, Lady Liberty emerging from stage left. The flaring spotlights zeroed in on her immediate location. She smiled without hesitation, blue eyes like sapphires, curled spun from gold. She stood with one foot crossed lightly and slightly in front the other, one hand placed upon a curvy hip as she saluted crisply with the other.
LADY LIBERTY
The FAWNatics responded in kind to the American Idol. The flaxen-haired fighter carried herself with absolute assurance, an unfaltering confidence that’s spellbinding, and a smile nothing short of heartwarming.
About her sublimely sporty frame, the challenger wore the colors of her country, the American Flag snugly fitting about her every crowd-pleasing curve. The sports top was white, the torch of liberty aflame across her bosom, sapphire bikini briefs decorated with a smattering of stars, her elbow pads a dazzling blue while her boots were a radiant red.
Salute delivered and returned, the Girl of AnyTown U.S.A turned to watch her partner in fighting crime emerge from whence she came.
Ethereal chimes accompanied her as do the following strings, transporting everyone in the arena to a faraway place and time.
GISELLE'S THEME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEBNIzOIbVs
The fans were not disappointed by the sight of the fresh-faced brunette, the defender of the Four-sided Forest striding to her GG compatriot.
PRINCESS GISELLE
With the appearance of Disney royalty, PG moved to center stage, a monarch torn out of a fairy tale. The dark-haired beauty wore what can only be called FAWNticized Sleeping Beauty gear.
( amiclubwear.com/products/costume-sexy-kk89hc-y1866-snow-redblueyellow ) red boots instead of pumps
Together the team marched to the ring, bouncing between each side of the aisle, making certain to touch every crowd member reaching for them. Each had a cheery smile, melting all those around them.
As they reached the ring, the title challengers headed in opposite directions. Liberty clasped offered hands, delivering a firm shake. So much about her remained an enigma, her identity a mystery, her accent oddly lacking any telltale regional accent and yet, somehow, combining many. She could have come from anywhere within America, but many in Orlando dare believe she hailed from their hometown.
Moving counterclockwise toward her partner, the Princess lifted a silver wand high, booping her luckiest of subjects on the crown of their domes. As the Pretty Patriot approached, the Theme Park Monarch launched a glitter bomb into the air above, silver sparkles spreading amongst the front rows.
After sharing a high five, the challengers slid in under the bottom rope side by side, hopping to their feet in unison. They swallowed each other in an embrace as the music faded, only breaking when the Announcer lifted the microphone for formal introductions.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and is for the FAWN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! First. Hailing from the Good Ole U.S.A., she stands five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds. She is the Shining Example, the Grappler Next Door and the All American’s All American, she is LADY LIBERTY!”
The Greater Goodies responded with an excited ovation, then a chant of ‘PRIN-CESS…PRIN-CESS’.
“And her partner, standing five feet-five inches tall and weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds, hailing from the Magic Kingdom, the stunning Belle of the Brawl…PRINCESS GISELLE! Together they are Greater Good!”
The FAWNatics unleashed support barely measurable, the more sensitive in the crowd covering their ears.
Beaming, the women bowed politely and sauntered to their far corner. They turned and waited for the dominant champions to appear and make their way to what would become further territory within Giselle and Libby’s realm.
Al Carpenter was in the midst of a pleasant post-inspection chat with the Do-Gooder's when the atmosphere grew remarkably unpleasant thanks to the intrusive presence of nothing more than some slow, plinking piano notes.
PSY OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5z63Bi_d1I
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse but there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
The New Order of Things often appeared at the conclusion of the first verse, but tonight they remained stubbornly unseen. It wasn't until the alarm began to sound in full that they strode onto stage and when they did present themselves for to those assembled, they did so with more than leather and gold slung over their shoulders. Oh, the titles were still there of course, but the BFG also carried the insensate wreckage of Heaven Hughes while the Mistress of Puppets bore Colleen O'Neal!
BECKY CLAYTON:
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
This affront brought outrage from the FAWNatics not to mention the other half of the Greater Good, both of which would've rushed the stage if not for Al's timely intervention. He was trying to explain the likelihood of a trap when Clayton raised a microphone and said, “Hey Carpenter, these white mice are defective or something. You mind if we trade 'em in for new ones?” Up on stage, Bex handed the mic to Celia, then shifted her grip on Heaven so she could boost the blonde high overhead in a Military Press!
What could've been a very ugly drop to the floor was interrupted by a flood of referees, Nick Castle chief among them. “Put her down, Bex.” the zebra ordered. “Right the hell now.”
“Whatever you say, Castle.”
She 'hupped' Hughes in his direction and damned if Nick didn't earn a relieved pop from the crowd when he caught the Santa Monica Sweetheart out of the air with an ease that belied his striped status! Even Celia was impressed, the Temptress nodding appreciatively at the unexpected save. “Well if you're taking everyone's garbage, I don't suppose you'd mind a little more.” Blassenville deposited Colleen across his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, then shared a nod with Clayton before breaking free of the refs to stroll down the ramp.
Belt held high now that she'd shed more than a hundred pounds of excess baggage, a smirking Becky Clayton promised, “Two down, two to go!” as she closed on the squared circle. For tonight's match against the meddling Do-Gooder's she wore a cold gray, black & blue version of her formerly standard green & brown camouflage two-piece. The tie-sided bottoms were the same as was the ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The look was completed with flat black pads, black boots and a few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
A few steps behind her, the Red Menace wore a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching knee-pads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was collected in the aforementioned French Braid. While Clayton hoisted her prize for all to see, Blassenville treated hers as nothing more than an accessory, though a keen-eyed observer would note she did mouth 'Come and get it.' to the challengers while tapping the faceplate with one elegant finger.
They'd climbed up onto the apron by the time the Announcer regained enough composure to proclaim, “And introducing their opponents. Hailing from Denver, Colorado and New Cannan, Louisiana respectively, weighing in at a combined total of two-hundred and eighty pounds, they are the reigning and defending FAWN Tag Team Champions... BECKY CLAYTON AND CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
Psy Ops slipped through the strands and held their gold high, Bex doing so directly in front of the seething challengers while Celia offered hers to the vitriol of the mob. Patently unimpressed by both, they tossed the golden prizes to Carpenter, then headed to their corner so the experiment could begin.
Both teams were still discussing strategy when the bell sounded to begin the match in earnest. “I've got this, Princess.” Liberty swatted Giselle on the arm, then started forward only to pause when the brunette touched her forearm.
“Are you sure, Libby?” the brunette looked to over to the champions' corner with no fear, but obvious concern. “I'm the Defender of the Realm, it's only fair that I lead the charge.”
Liberty smiled and offered her friend a nod before drawing back a step. “You are leading the charge, your highness.” she replied. “I'm just the tip of the spear.” The blonde turned her attention to the Camouflage Crusher and Giselle was surprised to see a great deal of ice in those usually placid blue eyes. “ Those two are going to pay for what they did to Colleen and Heaven.”
“Very well. I'm here when you need me.” Giselle slipped out onto the apron and took hold of the tag rope while Liberty headed out to the center of the ring.
Elsewhere, Psy Ops watched their opposition with sardonic amusement. “What do you think they're muttering about?” Becky asked the Temptress.
“Giselle looks so serious she must be discussing the difference in queue styles between Space Mountain and the Haunted Mansion. Liberty's probably working on a mental tier list of her favorite John Phillip Sousa marches. You didn't slander Mr. Sousa within her hearing, did you? She's certainly staring daggers in your direction.”
Clayton snorted, rolled her shoulders. “That's all she can—oh, she's headed this way. 'Scuse me Doc, I've gotta go beat up a mascot.”
“Enjoy yourself, soldier.” Bex didn't answer, she'd already strolled out of the corner to meet the Girl From AnyTown. Slowing down as she closed in on the blonde, the Peacekeeper looked her foe up and down, then asked, “You got something on your mind, Pep Rally?”
“You're a disgrace, citizen.” the blonde answered with a venom Becky hadn't expected. “You took everything good about service, dedication, and honor and sold it out to align yourself with that monstNNNGGGGHHH!”
The BFG stepped in and THUMPED the challenger with a Forearm Smash to the chest that knocked her flat on her ass!
“Watch your fucking mouth, you human cartoon.” Clayton warned. “I went through shit a poseur like you couldn't even imagine so I don't have to justify anything to NNNGGGHHH!”
Cheers from the crowd when Liberty kipped to verticality and immediately took to the skies to THWHAP a Dropkick offa her opponent's chin! Becky took it flush and stumbled back a few steps before she caught her balance and honed in on the smaller wrestler. “Is that all you fucking goNGH! NGH! NGH!”
Lady Liberty rushed in with a Jumping Forearm Smash to Clayton's jaw, then hooked an arm around the back of the Destroyer's head and unleashed several more shots to the chest! The combined weight of these blows sent Becky reeling into the ropes, where Liberty promptly joined her to deliver half a dozen more to the taller woman's jaw! Aware that she needed to get this traitor out of the ropes before Al started a count, Liberty took Clayton's left wrist in both hands took a giant step back and dropped her hips to send the brunette on her way with an Irish Wh—NO!
Bex hooked her right arm over the top rope to anchor herself in place. Undeterred by the resistance, the Lady hop-stamped in place to put some strain on her foe's shoulder, then stepped forward and yanked back for a second attem—“WHOAH!”
Clayton hauled the blonde forward, lowered her shoulder and drove it into the pit of Liberty's stomach! In the same breath she straightened up and hurled her over the top rope with an improvised Back Body Drop! An arena-wide gasp from the FAWNatics exploded into a relieved cheer when Libby caught hold of the rubber-coated steel in one hand and managed to pull herself into a safe landing on the apron! The reaction from the crowd told Clayton everything she needed to know so she whipped around on the spot and lashed out with a Haymaker aimed for the Do-Gooder's jaw—“OOOFFFHH!”
Liberty was still crouched after the narrow escape and she took advantage of it by catching the middle rope in both hands and lunging forward to THUMP a shoulder into the pit of her opponent's stomach! Becky grunted and huddled over against the ropes, meaning her head was right there for Liberty's taking. Lacing both hands across the back of the Destroyer's noggin, Libby hopped up and dropped back to TWANG Clayton's throat across the top rope in a nasty Hot Shot!
Bex's head snapped back and she staggered awkwardly across the squared circle with both hands to her burning windpipe! The awkwardness of her journey turned the champ in a half circle, meaning her back was to the All American when Liberty scrambled onto the apron and caught hold of the top rope once more. Celia saw the situation developing and didn't much care for it, thus she called out, “Incoming on your six, Rebecca!”
The Camouflage Crusher heard this but didn't really register the implied threat. She simply turned around to get eyes on the target and in that she was wildly successful for there was no arguing she had the best view in the house when the Lady leapt skyward and soared back into the ring. As an actual defensive tactic on the other hand it could only be judged as a colossal failure in that the Destroyer didn't move out of the way or even raise a guard before the Star Spangled Battler THWHUMPED both feet against her chest!
SPRINGBOARD MISSILE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yG5NEQoE9k
The Missile Dropkick didn't just knock Clayton down, it blew her off her moorings, the gobsmacked powerhouse coming down flat on her back before somersaulting through to her stomach and flopping onto her back once more! Astounded and delighted in equal measure by this swift start, the crowd urged Liberty to go for a cover and while the blonde did move in on her prone adversary, she didn't get a chance to cover because Becky sat up like a psycho in a horror mov—“NNNGGGH!”
No fear from the Starlet in Stripes, she rushed forward and drilled the point of her right knee into Clayton's forehead to stretch her out flat toot sweet! Knowing full well that speed was her greatest ally in this match (outside Giselle, of course) Lady Liberty busted out a crisp ninety degree turn and sprinted to the ropes off Clayton's right side. Leaving her feet in a low hop that looked surprisingly dainty for the speed involved, the Paragon of Patriotism landed on the bottom rope and launched herself back the way she'd came in a gorgeous flip that saw her THAWHAP down with every bit of her hundred and twenty-so pounds landing flush across the brunette's chest!
SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7QK_-URezk
Liberty landed with enough force to shoot Bex's legs into the air so she caught both of 'em tight and rolled over into a Back Press that pointed Clayton's cheeks into the rafters for a count of...
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An 'OOOOOHHHHH!' of impressed concern when the former World Champion bucked loose simultaneous with 'TWO!' Bex down but clearly nowhere near out despite the high flying offensive.
Liberty looked grave but hardly intimidated, indeed she didn't miss a beat between hurrying back to verticality and reeling the rising champion into a Front Facelock. Stuffing a few quick Kneelifts into Clayton's tummy so she could switch over to a Wristlock before the brunette fully caught her breath, Liberty bumped her shoulder into Becky's sternum to keep her off balance, then dropped back and hurled her burden to the strands with an Irish—NOPE!
The One Woman Army ran out the blonde's tether only to plant her feet and send LL off with a Whip of her own! Liberty took it in stride and just like the Moonsault she didn't bother to turn around, she simply jumped onto the middle strand and shot back with her right arm raised to shoulder level for a gorgeous Springboard Back Elb—“HHHRRRGGGHH!
Clayton exploded forward and DRILLED her left arm across the nape of Liberty's neck with a massive Lariat! Groans all around as Liberty was knocked more than ninety degrees off axis to land flat on her face and chest! Behind her, Becky took a deep breath, then made a show of deliberately brushing some invisible dust off her impressive shoulders. “I hope you enjoyed that run, honeybunch.” she growled at the flattened fighter. “Because from here on out things are going to get very unpleasant.”
No response from Liberty so Clayton raised her right foot and STAMPED down between the challenger's shoulders! The Lady cried out and writhed like a bug on a card, but couldn't get out from under Becky's foot until the Destroyer stepped over and around, Clayton using Libby like a doormat to move into position on the blonde's right side. From there she demonstrated some impressive ups of her own, Bex shooting skyward with a vertical leap that culminated in her kicking both legs forward so that the back of her left thigh THWHUMPED down across the back of her opponent's neck!
Burying a hand in Liberty's hair while the canvas was still thrumming, the BFG stood up and forced the woozy wrestler to do the same. Once they were vertical she bent forward and hooked her right arm around the Lady's midsection so she could hoist her up under one arm like a bag of laundry. With her left arm hooked around the blonde's left thigh, Becky swung around to face the Greater Good's side of town before she went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to jolt Liberty across her thigh with a huge Pendulum Backbreaker!
PENDULUM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=slMCNQlbYyM
Libby shuddered and started to slip loose only to find herself mired in place when Clayton pressed her right hand to the blonde's chin and her left hand to opposing thigh. “Gonna snap you in half, pretender.” Becky threatened as she began to puuuuuuuusssshhhhh down on both ends. “And I'm gonna the Princess watch.”
Giselle did more than nervously observe, she started a rhythmic clap the FAWNatics dutifully picked up to show their support for a long overdue transfer of power in the tag division.
The Army of One wasn't particularly pleased with the crowd backing the bent blonde. Face turning sour, she lifted her hands and laced the fingers, then plunged the heels of both into Libby’s navel. The American Idol jackknifed and retched from the abdominal blast. Clayton shoved her challenger off the plank of her upper leg, Lady Liberty puddling in a hot mess at the feet of the rising Camo Crusader.
When Becky joined in the slow clap, she effectively killed the fans’ enthusiasm, grinning as the applause petered out.
Clayton circled and stomped Liberty at a leisurely interval, putting boot sole to blonde whenever the pretty patriot tried to rise. Finally, Bex grabbed the left wrist of the wilting Lady and tugged Libby to her feet. In a swift fluid motion, the destroyer-class bad-ass pivots and sent the flaxen-haired fighter racing to the Psy Ops’ corner, the sprinting Liberty with barely enough time to turn and take the ring-rattling collision against her spinal column.
The challenger might’ve melted to the canvas from the force of the impact, but Doctor Feelbad wrapped her brawny biceps under and around those of the blonde and kept her foe upright and in peril. Blassenville didn't need to engrave the invitation. Clayton careened across the canvas at breakneck pace, lowering a shoulder and THUMPING a block DEEP into the taut tummy of the Girl From Anytown U.S.A.
Libby’s frame folded between the top and middle ropes, one, two, three times, sent further into a jackknife with each successive digging shoulder until GI Bex handed the keys to this demolition to the good doctor, Clayton slapping palms with the robust redhead.
Blassenville entered serenely, with not a hint of malice in her placid features. Noticeably, the BFG remained on the field of play with her partner and they bullied the faltering Libby halfway down the ropes where they sent the blonde racing across the mat with a double whip.
The champions followed to center stage, waiting for the returning member of Greater Good. Each titleholder dipped and together they sent Liberty heavenward, the challenger damn near touching the rafters in a fateful forward flip, the Double Back Body Drop eventually sending Libby CRASHING to earth, bruising her vertebrae with a clattering collision with the canvas.
As the American Idol arched in anguish, a chipper Clayton took her leave at Al’s urging.
FAWN’s practicing psychiatrist (dare call her a psychologist and feel her wrath) made a detour beside the Princess.
“You couldn’t dig Maiden America out of her trailer park to replace this second-rate sunshine soldier?” Celia queried.
A smirking Blassenville turned to stride toward the rising Liberty when she spun on a dime and slapped the taste from the mouth of the Theme Park Monarch. The brunette’s head was on a swivel as the crowd ‘OOOOOHS’ from the echoing impact.
Face stern when it returned, Giselle was about to verbally parry with Celia, but Blassenville upped the ante, sending Giselle flying off the apron with a forearm shiver to the jaw. The Disney-adjacent royalty ended on her ass, dark eyes blank as she tried to shake her temporarily misplaced marbles back into place.
Celia turned to find Lady Liberty on her feet, but unfortunately for the Girl From Anytown U.S.A., she’s facing away from the approaching MD.
Blassenville grabbed a shoulder and violently spun the blonde side by side, the women facing in opposite directions. Showing off the overwhelming power she and her partner possessed, the redhead LAUNCHED Libby HIGH and POUNDED her into the deck with a Uranage!
URANAE @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NPj6-a6vY0A&t=92s
As Celia bounced off a knee back to her feet, Liberty’s flaccid body spread in a wide starfish, demolished by the cruel clinician.
Blassenville planted a boot atop the softly swelling chest of the obliterated patriot, staring down in disdain.
“Tell Colleen I don’t appreciate her using Ginger Genius as a moniker. It’s an affront I won’t abide forever. I told her the same earlier, but I'm not sure she'll remember.”
Carpenter, having slid down to his chest, set about the embarrassing count that would end another futile challenge to the Psy Ops crew with his…
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Liberty rose to the occasion, shoving a shoulder off the mat with the help of the lackadaisical pin.
Celia rolled her eyes and shook her head. Blassenville surrounded the blonde’s skull with both hands and nimbly maneuvered the near dead-weight to a seated position, Celia poised behind her foe.
The Doc stepped over one shoulder, then draped her frame perpendicularly across Libby’s back, slipping her torso under the opposite arm so she could reef back on her challenger’s arm and abs with a modified Abdominal Stretch.
ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=COa0nqCUKmc
Supremely satisfied with her continued rag-dolling of the American Idol, Blassenville worked her twisted ‘patient’ with her expert knowledge in making the submission as painful as possible.
Al dropped to a knee in front of Lady Liberty and asked if she wanted to surrender. Despite her pained features, the flaxen-haired fighter shook her head.
The Princess, back at her station a little worse for wear, again rallied the Greater Good’s troops, the FAWNatics joining her in a hopeful clap-clap-clap.
Slowly and less than surely, Liberty showed her tenacity, getting both feet beneath her and rising despite the teeth-gnashing efforts of the foul physician.
Wriggling her way into some slack, Libby’s able to twist into a kick to the redhead’s midriff. The champ’s grip loosened by the breathtaking boot, Lady L repeated the process a second and third time, fully freeing herself.
A furious Blassenville lurched toward Liberty with right arm raised from her side, hoping to remove head from shoulders with a burly Clothesline. But the lithe Libby ducked beneath and somersaulted to a diving tag of her storybook companion.
Giselle used a double-handed grip to spring over the top cable and rush at the spinning Celia. The Princess lowered a shoulder and PLANTED it in the cleft of the good doctor’s considerable cleavage. Blassenville’s staggered but ultimately unbowed, regaining her balance with PG on her way to the ropes for more momentum.
On her return, Giselle threw herself into Celia with another blasting block and again the champ teetered, her arms pinwheeling to keep her upright.
The Theme Park Monarch knew how many times made the charm and she’s already sprinting back from the strands to the wobbly titleholder with a Dropkick that conclusively leveled the destroyer-class doc.
With the crowd roaring, the sovereign of the Four-Sided Forest kipped to her feet. As Celia pushed to hands and knees, the brunette mounted Blassenville’s noggin with a forward-facing, Standing Headscissors.
Showing a ferocity turned up several levels after her war with the Sorceress, Violyt Goodheart, the Princess dropped to her knees, busting Celia’s face into the thinly-sheathed floorboards.
KNEELING FACEBUSTER @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-Ox6jqRXig
Giselle spun to a seat, bringing the champion with her, Celia’s head lodged between her thighs. The Disney-adjacent royal reached forward to snag a wayward raised leg. PG hauled back, stacking Blassenville on her shoulders in a cradled pin for the…
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Celia kicked free and flopped to her side on a shoulder and hip, the auburn-maned dragon yet unvanquished.
The Princess pushed to her feet, drawing the bigger grappler with her and snugly stuffing her opponent’s lowered braincase into a Front Facelock when both women reached vertical. Giselle tried to reach her right arm around Celia’s muscular left thigh, hoping to lift the limb and deal Blassenville to the deck with a trip on Mister Toad’s Wild Ride.
The Princess of Power did indeed hoist the Temptress' sturdy stem off the mat, alas she didn't get the chance to sink her hooks any deeper before Blassenville balled her right hand into a fist and pak-pak-PAAAKED it into the brunette's ribs! Wrenching her leg free with a brisk stamp, Celia immediately pumped it into Giselle's tummy and tightened her arm around the smaller wrestler's head to take control of the Front Facelock. Just like that she grabbed a handful of tights just above Giselle's left hip and muscled her skyward, the FAWNatics unable to stifle a grudging 'oooooooooohhhh!' as the redhead lifted PG into position directly overhead.
Blassenville could've completed the Suplex then and there, yet no one was particularly surprised when the spiteful powerhouse kept her burden locked in place, the seemingly effortless show of strength forcing the crowd to start a count as the blood rushed to Giselle's noggin. 'ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOURTEEN! FIFTEEOOOOOHHHHH!”
The overturned Princess began to kick her legs over and over, an awkward, unwieldy display that nevertheless paid dividends when she tumbled out of Celia's trap and landed directly behind the startled champion! Reaching back over her right shoulder with an alacrity that belied the head-fogging nature of her previous predicament, Giselle strapped both hands across Blassenville's chin and dropped to her butt to THWHUNK the back of her opponent's skull against the deck courtesy a beautiful Hangman's Neckbreaker!
HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_nEJR82xlI
Celia bounced to a seat with both arms swaddling the back of her head while the Protector of the Four-Sided Forest rolled onto her hands and knees and caught a deep breath. A glance toward the Do-Gooder's corner confirmed that Libby was in position to make a tag, but in no condition to do so, at least not at the moment. Silently vowing to handle the Red Menace until her friend was once again able to enter the field of battle, Giselle hurried to her feet only to leave them after only a few rushed steps brought her up on Celia's six. Blassenville heard the patter of boots approaching and started to twist over onto one knee which meant the brunette's Dropkick THWHAPPED against her right shoulder instead of the nape of her neck!
The blow still knocked Celia onto her side, though the crowd's delight proved short-lived as the Destroyer rolled through to her stomach and started to rise. Thankfully the champion of sweetness & light was quicker on the draw at the moment and she managed to snatch hold of Blassenville's left wrist before the Louisianan could make it off her knees. But Celia's return to verticality quickly picked up steam thanks to a pair of quick, hard Arm Ringers, the second of which set the redhead back on her feet albeit doubled over and looking quiet cranky. Her mood did not improve when Giselle stretched that arm out straight and leapt into the skies, the brunette bracing her knees against forearm and bicep to ensure the biggest jolt possible when she came down on her back a heartbeat later!
DOUBLE KNEE ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDslslz2gKs
The Double Knee Armbreaker forced Celia back to her feet and she stumbled away with that throbbing arm held tight across her ches—THWHAP! Giselle ran her down and provided a valuable lesson about not turning your one's on one's adversary by snapping a quick kick across the back of Blassenville's left thigh!
Celia cried out, went to one knee and pushed right back up only to have her progress halted by a snug Side Headlock from the Princess. Grinding the redhead's temple against the point of her hip as hard as she could, Giselle steered her opponent away from the Psy Ops corner, then broke into a sprint that took the both of 'em toward a neutral set of strands. Taking to the air as she ran out of ring, PG set both feet against the top rope and pushed off as hard as she could to swing both wrestlers around in a half circle that ended with the Theme Park Monarch landing comfortably on her royal backside while Celia TWHAMMED down flat on her face and chest!
SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MR84YqgUa3g
The Springboard Bulldog earned an exultant roar from the denizens of the Four-Sided Forest and they only grew louder when their leader grabbed a double handful of Blassenville's hair and hauled her upright! A Toe Kick doubled the champ over, allowing Giselle to snag a Front Facelock and toss Celia's left arm across her shoulders in the span between heartbeats! Then she reached down and cradled the redhead's left leg before pulling it off the mat with a sharp tug. No waiting in line this time 'round, the Princess and the Temptress both had a Fast Pass for Mister Toad's Wild Ride, unfortunately it was only Giselle who enjoyed the outcome when she twisted under the woozy Destroyer and spun her over to come THWHAMMING down on the back of her head and shoulders!
MR. TOAD'S WILD RIDE @ 3:43
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWoVOJtppBc
Consternation when the Crimson Cagliostro sat up, then delight from all sides of the arena when Giselle palmed both shoulders and spread her out flat on the canvas. A moment later and she was stretched out snug atop Blassenville's chest, the good Princess hooking the far leg to kick off a coronation that began with...
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THR—“NNNGGGGHHHH!”
Giselle had momentarily forgotten the Peacekeeper in her exuberance to dethrone the Temptress and so Becky treated her to a harsh reminder in the form of a huge stomp delivered to the small of the challenger's back! “Nice try, dork.” Clayton taunted the brunette even as Al ushered her back to the champions' corner. “Too bad those fairy tales are the only place you'll ever be a champiRRRGGGGHHH!”
Damned if Bex hadn't forgotten about Lady Liberty a lapse that cost her dearly when the Girl from Anytown rushed by Carpenter and THWHAPPED the former World Champ with a huge Forearm Smash!
“Back to your corner, citizen!” Libby barked as she continued to hammer and pound at the startled brunette. “Your chicanery has no place within the hallowed halls of the squared circle!”
Al couldn't argue with the sentiment, though the Lady's execution was questionable at best. Clayton didn't care for her rhetoric in the goddamned slightest, as evidenced by the way she abruptly grabbed Liberty by the shoulders and twisted around to hurl her into the Psy Ops corner! “You wanna throw hands with me, Pep Rally?” Bex swatted Libby across the face, then grabbed her by the throat for good measure. “Then I guess it's about time you experienced a REAL firefigNGH!”
The Starlet in Stripes tagged her foe's cheek with a backhand and snapped, “I'm ready whenever you are, you national disgracNGH!”
Becky started throwing Haymakers and Libby threw 'em right back, champ and challenger exchanging with such vigor that Al Carpenter resigned himself to a whole lotta bruises even before he waded in and tried to prize them apart!
Elsewhere, Princess Giselle pushed to one knee and set one hand against the mat so the other could rub at the sore spot on her back. A bit of movement off to one side confirmed that Celia was once again starting to rise, though the Do-Gooder was delighted to see she didn't look nearly so unfazed as she had only moments prior. Even so, she knew she couldn't let the Mistress of Puppets regain her bearings so she hurled herself into the ropes and raced back at the recovering redhead. Celia looked up, noted the encroachment and pivoted so she could hook her right arm across Giselle's waist and—the Princess spun through Blassenville's grasp to float up and around, PG hooking her left arm around Celia's noggin in a Front Facelock that would bring her foe crashing down from the summit of Space Mount—NO!
The Crimson Cagliostro sank into a deep crouch and grabbed hold of Giselle's waistband with her free hand, the impromptu wedgie making the challenger wince even as her descent came to a grinding halt. The stillness didn't last long however, indeed the Princess' feet didn't touch the ground before Celia straightened up with the Do-Gooder in tow just to go down on one knee, the redhead THWHUMPING Giselle's vulnerable vertebrae across the post of her thigh!
Tossing PG aside with a snarl of contempt, Blassenville stood up and took a look around the ring while she indulged in a moment's reprieve to smooth down her hair. It appeared Al Carpenter had done yeoman's work in separating Rebecca from the escapee from a World War II bomber fuselage, but neither he nor the other participants were paying her much attention at the moment so... Blassenville placed her right foot atop Giselle's throat and pressed down with the slow, cruel avidity of someone who enjoyed truly malicious work.
“Seeing the results of Goodheart's work this close up is quite fascinating.” Celia murmured after several seconds of throttling had turned Giselle's features a florid pink. “I'd be very interested to know what she told you when you were bleeding and scream—the Princess swatted her attacker's foot away and quickly rolled onto her side.
“Yuuuuhhhh....yuuuuuhhh....yuuuhhh...” she rasped between tearing breaths. “You couldn't handle what she told me, Celia. What you only play at, Violyt does for reaRRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
The Temptress kicked Giselle in the back hard enough to draw a groan of sympathetic anguish from the crowd! This somber sound was still echoing through the arena when Blassenville bent down, plunged a hand into Giselle's hair and hauled her to verticality. “There is a key difference between Goodheart and I that it would behoove you to recognize as quickly as possible, my good Princess.” she murmured in her prey's ear. “Where she was content to leave you changed but functional, I'm quite happy to leave you babbling inside that fanciful dream realm you've so elaborately constructed.”
On that ominous note she threaded her right hand between Giselle's legs and cupped her left hand over the brunette's chin to ensure she was strapped down tight when Blassenville hoisted her up across her shoulders in a spine-wrenching Torture Rack!
TORTURE RACK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovUYLMYiOPw
Perfunctorily placed in an agonizing stretch of her vertebrae, Giselle yelped in pain, reaching an arm vainly for any help she could find, be it the American Idol or a top rope. Unfortunately for her and the Greater Goodies, Blassenville shook the trapped brunette center stage, abusing her racked opponent.
Showing initiative, the FAWNatics started their own slow clap, but it backfired when the Temptress bounced to the beat, upscaling the agony laid upon the Theme Park Monarch.
Thankfully, the division of Carpenter between Clayton and Liberty left the Starlet in Stripes nearer the middle. Hearing a squealing Princess, she disengaged. Not fully thinking the result through, the blonde leapt into a Dropkick to Celia’s chest. It’s effective enough, sending the Doc flying off her feet, but it also caused PG to suffer a ring-rattling, unplanned Samoan Drop.
After impact, Giselle shifted from side to side, grasping at her lower back from the torture and the collision. The unintended nature of the Drop left Celia cradling the back of her skull, taking more of the impact than she normally would.
With Carpenter finishing steering the GI through the strands, the Lady had liberty to do as she pleased. Choosing friend over foe, the Girl From Anytown snatched a wrist and dragged Giselle to the Greater Good corner. As Al turned to reacquaint himself with the goings-on, he found Libby on the outside in possession of the tag rope with one hand and slapping the shoulder of the faltering Defender of the Realm with the other.
The man motioned for the change in Goodness and Liberty entered as the Crimson Cagliostro reached one knee.
The hardbody blonde somersaulted toward the tag champion then leapt at a rising Blassenville. Libby caught Celia around the throat as she popped over her bigger foe and rode the redhead to the deck with a Rolling Thunder Blockbuster.
ROLLING THUNDER BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtKG8EAOK5Q
Libby scrambled to the splayed Blassenville, settling in a backward-facing seat on her foe’s midriff, then collecting both muscular, tanned stems. She cradled those lower limbs close as she dropped in a Back Press atop the dazed doctor for the…
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THRNOOO!
A tardy Bex had one leg through the cables, but Celia shoved the American Idol off with a heave that sent the blonde to her feet, Libby looking flustered at the strength remaining in the titleholder.
With a glassy-eyed Blassenville reaching a seat but no farther, Liberty raced to the ropes in front of the abominable MD and rebounded at full speed. Libby let loose a low-rise Dropkick to the bosom, flattening her opponent to the canvas. The blonde crisply kipped to her feet and offered the fellow Do-Gooder's in the audience a salute.
Skipping over the starfished Celia, Libby hopped to the middle cable while grabbing the top and bounds gracefully in a back-flip that CRUSHED Blassenville beneath with her awe-inspiring Merica-sault.
'MERICA-SAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ReZL3ICiEo
LL moved to a kneeling forward-facing straddle of the splattered redhead, pressing a bicep down on the back of Celia’s left hammy as her palms did the same against Blassenville’s shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
The Doc dug deep, thrusting a shoulder off the canvas. It’s only a slight budge of the blonde this time, yet it’s enough for Al to pop to his boot soles with only two fingers raised.
An incredulous Libby ran both sets of digits through her flaxen locks and turned her gaze toward Giselle, the Princess likewise agape. The brunette raised her right arm high, parroting the Statue with whom Liberty shared a name and the Girl From Anytown nodded in agreement.
The blue-eyed beauty tugged a flaccid Celia to vertical and, from behind, captured both of Blassenville’s arms at the crook of her elbows. Libby pressed the crown of her skull into the Doc’s spine, ready to twist into her Light the Torch Spinning Impaler, a move that never failed to pacify unruly citizens.
But before the Starlet in Stripes could finish the job, the dastardly Destroyer-class grappler lowered to desperation by mule-kicking Lady Liberty in the crotch. Celia’s right heel BLASTED into the juncture of the challenger’s thighs.
Face etched in anguish, Libby dropped to her haunches, hands buried in her privates, while the crowd rained angry epithets of a less generous nature on the Crimson Cagliostro.
Deciding it’s time to give the Peacekeeper a chance to march on the defenseless blonde, Blassenville staggered to the Psy Ops corner and tagged in the brawny Army of One.
As Clayton slapped hands with her partner, Libby, unable to rise and do the same, showed her American ingenuity, flopping to a shoulder and hip and rolling her balled frame across the mat in time for PG to reach in and touch a shoulder.
While the ungainly method of transfer was successful, it provided time for Bex to roll across the battlefield and land a POUNDING forearm blast to Giselle as the brunette’s halfway into the Four-Sided Forest.
Clayton surrounded PG’s dark locks and the noggin beneath and ‘helped’ the Disney-adjacent royalty into the Realm. But Giselle swung her arms up inside those of Camo Crusader. Freed from her foe, the Princess pivoted and cocked a right fist to throws hands with Clayton.
Bex was more than ready to bring her power to bear in the throw-down and got off the first right cross. However, it’s all subterfuge from Giselle, the Princess dodging and grabbing the proffered arm, then dropping to the canvas, tugging a surprised Clayton into a tight Small Package!
Her butt pointed to the rafters, the BFG flailed wildly through…
ONE…
…and TWO…
…but the Peacekeeper broke the seal before Carpenter’s palm hit the mat a third time.
Both women scrambled to their feet and Giselle leapt at her titleholding counterpart, grabbing Clayton’s raised right arm and swinging around to her foe’s back where she Scissored the opposite wing. In a Crucifix position, she rolled Becky onto her shoulders again, this time with Bex’s legs bracketing her braincase, the champ Matchbooked by the mat wizardry of her storybook adversary.
The Army of One’s sinewy stems bicycled manically through…
ONE…
TWO…
…before she tumbled out of another pinning predicament.
As Giselle clambered to her feet, readying another clever snare, a frustrated and furious Becky quickly crawled under the bottom rope, dropping her feet to the arena floor to collect herself.
Unfortunately for Bex, the Princess was ready to journey outside the Four-Sided Forest in search of tag gold. The brunette raced to the ropes opposite Clayton and rebounded into a sprint toward the Peacekeeper. Giselle soared between the top and middle ropes and PLOWED into the chest of the unsuspecting Clayton.
While PG landed on her feet after the collision, Becky was sent into a sprawling backpedal, her lower spine CRASHING into the steel barricade behind her. A grimacing Clayton slid down the metal, pooling in a seat at its base, appearing as if she could use reinforcements against a hovering Giselle. The Princess raised her arms high and wide, eliciting a roar of support from her subjects.
As Liberty stood guard against any Crimson cavalry, the Theme Park Monarch scooped her arms under the pits of the GI, lifting Becky to unsteady feet.
“Your fairy tale is ending, soldier. And that of the ‘Greater’ champions is about to begin.”
A knock-kneed Clayton was unresponsive save for an angry groan and Celia was still in the Psy Ops corner tending to her accumulated aches so the rallying challengers each grabbed a handful of trunks and tresses to bum rush the BFG under the bottom rope like she was little more than a sack of laundry. Al, who'd watched over developments with a critical eye, pointed Libby toward her corner, though it was more out of principle than necessity since the Girl from Anytown was already headed in that direction.
As for Giselle, she skipped onto the apron and made her way to the nearest corner where she quickly ascended to the high rent district. Rising to her full height amidst rousing cheers from the Forest Dwellers, the Princess pointed an imperious finger at her downed target, then hopped from the turnbuckle to the top rope and launched from there, the brunette using the extra springiness to soar across a good two-thirds of the ring whereupon she put every bit of her hundred and fifteen so pounds into the Elbow Drop she THWHAMMED through Clayton's sternum!
FALLING STAR @ 00:33
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CymJ5d8ZgKI
Skewered by the punishing precision of that Falling Star, Becky flopped from end to end and tumbled onto one side only to find herself stretched out flat and pinned down snug when the Princess scrambled into a heavy seat on her chest. Leaning down to hook her foe's knees even as Carpenter swooped into place, Giselle drew Bex back into a Reverse Matchbook that had the FAWNatics counting along with the zebra through....
ONE...
TWO...
THRE—“NNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
Dr. Feelbad might've had all the confidence in the world in her greatest patient, but she was taking no chances tonight as evidenced by the hard kick she planted between Giselle's shoulders to break up the cover!
“My apologies, Princess.” Celia murmured as she retreated from the scene of the crime with her hands raised to shoulder-level. “But I'm afraid your story is destined for a much... grimmer fina—”
A cacophonous wall of sound from those assembled when Lady Liberty dove over the middle rope in a gorgeous tumble and shot high into the air, the Starlet in Stripes catching the startled Temptress in a Three Quarters Facelock that lasted just long enough to THWHUNK Blassenville's chin against the point of her shoulder!
STUNNED 'N STRIPES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVIP2ROWD7g
Celia shot up on tiptoe and tottered backward into the ropes, the usually solid Destroyer looking like she'd be knocked over by the slightest breeze. Instead she bounced back the way she'd came and found herself greeted by a Toe Kick from Libby that doubled her over on the spot. “C'mon Liberty, you're not legal!” Al barked while the blonde collected her adversary in a Front Facelock. “Get back to your corner!”
“She will, Al.” Giselle confirmed as she hurried over and secured a Facelock of her own. “Just as soon as we make sure this malcontent can't cause any more problems.” Carpenter didn't exactly approve, but he couldn't blame them considering the redhead's interference. And even if he could, it didn't stop the Do-Gooder's from grabbing identical handfuls of trunks to haul Blassenville to about three o'clock before they laid out and SPIKED her forehead to the deck with a massive Implant DDT!
DOUBLE IMPLANT DDT @ 2:15
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_KCltEevOM
The reinforced head-drop left Celia pooled on the canvas while the challengers stood tall and basked in the glory of a giant well slai—“NNNGGGHH!”
Becky Clayton POUNDED a Forearm across the back of Giselle's skull, then reached around with her left hand and grabbed hold of the smaller brunette's right wrist. From there she pushed the Princess away and took a giant step back, the Peacekeeper drawing her right arm back for a gawdawful Ripcord Lar—NO!
Liberty snapped the tether with a crisp Super Kick to Clayton's wrist! Giselle crumpled to her knees with one arm swaddling her aching skull while Bex stumbled backward shaking the sting out of her stricken hand. She was in perfect position for another Super Kick so Libby pointed her right shoulder in the champ's direction and hopped for—Celia grabbed hold of the blonde's ankle and tugged hard, jerking her off balance! The Paragon of Patriotism stumbled forward, caught herself and straightened up just in time for Becky to jab a thumb in her eye!
“Taking shots for people is real noble, even from a poseur. You think Giselle will do the same for you?” Clayton huffed as she turned Libby in a half circle, then reached around to grab hold of her right wrist. From there she spun her around and lunged forward, the former World Champion swinging for the fences with a second Ripcord Lariat! No miraculous interruptions this time, Bex's arm caught her flush and the Lady was turned inside out before hitting the deck in an awkward heap.
RIPCORD LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJqxy_MSONw
Dropped to one knee by the force of the blow, Clayton delivered a few condescending smacks to the challenger's backside en route to bulldozing her to the edge of the squared circle with a series of shoves that ultimately sent Liberty tumbling to the floor with a sweaty PLOP. Brushing some invisible dust off her hands as she glared over the star spangled wreckage, Becky muttered, “And STAY outNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Giselle hadn't recovered quickly enough to save her friend from that Lariat, but she was vertical now and she made the BFG pay for her crimes with a Meteora to the shoulders that TWANGED her throat against the middle rope! The Princess bounced away and Clayton did too, but where PG landed on her feet without incident, Bex somersaulted backward onto her stomach only to clamber to boot-leather with one hand pressed tight to her burning windpipe. She was still fighting to catch her breath when Giselle grabbed hold of the brunette's free hand and sent her shooting into the ropes with an Irish—NO!
Becky dug in her heels and reversed the Whip to send the Princess off in her place. As for the champ, she sprinted in the opposite direction and hit the ropes so hard she barely noticed the swat of Blassenville's hand against one shoulder!
Al noted it before either of his charges and gave Celia the nod to enter, yet the Crimson Cagliostro chose to hang back as Rebecca and Giselle hurtled toward one ano—Bex went low and pushed off her back foot with a gorgeous Spear that would've cut the Princess in half if she hadn't cleared it in a gorgeous vertical le--THWHACK! Blassenville took the brunette out of the air with a Big Boot that seemed to silence the FAWNatics the instant her target hit the canvas.
“Excellent timing as always, Doc.” Becky noted as she got to her feet. “Ready to put this one in the books?”
“Yes indeed.” Celia replied as she hauled Giselle to her feet. “But first I need a moment with the Princess.”
Clayton was more than happy to take five in the corner, thus leaving the Mistress of Puppets to bend Giselle backward at an awkward angle courtesy an Inverted Facelock. With the Princess' chin wedged in her left armpit, Blassenville reached down with her right hand and grabbed hold of the Do-Gooder's waistband just above that hip. From there she dipped her knees and hoisted Giselle upside down, brunette and redhead snuggled in chest to chest and kept there via the Inverted Facelock and Blassenville relinquishing the trunks grip to hook her foe's right leg. Twisting around as soon as she'd controlled the leg, the Temptress made one and a half rotations before she shot up on tiptoes and dropped to a seat to PLANT the back of Giselle's head and shoulders into the mat with resounding force!
GRIEF SPIRAL @ 00:06
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o010-0eY2Zw
The Grief Spiral left Giselle splattered across the canvas, but Celia made no effort to hook the leg. Instead she stood up and tromped over to the Psy Ops corner to tag the One Woman Army. Then it was back to the wrecked royal, Celia scraping Giselle up just to draw her into a Standing Headscissors. A Waistlock allowed Celia to spin the brunette onto her shoulders, where she shifted over to a grip on Giselle's shoulders that stretched the challenger's arms out in a woozy 'T' shape. Princess properly prepared, Bex slipped through the ropes and charged straight at the Temptress, her timing such that she arrived just in time to catch Giselle in a Three Quarters Facelock when Celia slung the brunette forward and down! Psy Ops dropped simultaneously, Celia onto her butt and Becky onto her back to THAWHAM the Theme Park Monarch against the canvas-sheathed plywood as the latest patient of MK Ultra.
MK ULTRA @ 3:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ55b1nOcBI
Celia rolled to one knee to keep an eye out for potential meddlers while Becky shoveled Giselle onto her back and slithered into a Crossbody, the Peacekeeper hooking the far leg tight while the ref and the crowd counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Al called for the bell and Celia rose to her feet, but Becky stayed right where she was, the victorious Destroyer luxuriating in her pin while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions... PSY OPS!”
As Carpenter strode to the ropes to collect the champs’ property, Blassenville marched after him, not wanting Al to have his grubby hands on the belts any longer than necessary. The ref had the belts for a split-second before Celia plucked them away. She called for a microphone and was provided one post-haste.
“You can leave now.” she informed Al. Carpenter took the hint.
Bex was propping her chin on her palms, elbows planted on the chest and tummy of the unconscious Princess, staring mockingly at Giselle’s subjects, the fools having thought the challengers had a chance.
Blassenville dipped and tapped Clayton on a shoulder, motioning the One-Woman Army to her feet. Becky used the body of the Theme Park Monarch to a do a set of five push-ups before thrusting to her haunches, then accepting her title and ascending to vertical.
Psy Ops loitered over the decimated brunette, each woman raising the inner hand of the other, showing off their hardware with the opposite. The champs shook their heads softly in disdain at the boos from the FAWNatics. Breaking the grip between them, the redhead handed the stick to Clayton.
“Do you understand?” Bex asked. “This country is about bare-naked aggression, not red, white and blue bells and whistles.”
Blassenville leaned over and added, “Or about escaping reality in favor of a dream world.”
From behind, a woozy Liberty slid in under the bottom rope. There’s no revenge on her mind, only sympathy for her partner. She crawled between the victors, slightly bumping the calves of each to get to her fellow Do-Gooder.
She lightly tapped Giselle’s cheek to waken Sleeping Beauty from her forcible nap, unaware she’s interrupted Psy Ops’ Storytime.
“And…” Clayton continued. “It seems some people are just never going to understand.”
Becky handed the mic back to Celia, placed her belt on the deck and snatched Libby with two handfuls of flaxen locks.
Features twisted in pain, the American Idol was hauled to her feet and pulled into a Front Facelock. The BFG grabbed spandex on Libby’s hip and easily elevated Liberty, the blonde’s boots pointed to the rafters for long seconds until Becky showed Libby what FUBAR really meant, POUNDING the back of Lady Liberty’s skull into the metal faceplate and the rest of her frame into the floorboards.
FUBAR ALPHA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZZbSEA7esI
Rising to her knees, Bex dusted off her hands, having sent Libby to the 51st state, a coma.
With Giselle rousing, the Doc seemed unwilling to be outdone.
Blassenville returned the microphone to Becky and collected the Princess’ noggin in both hands, pulling the brunette to her feet.
As she does, a roar broke from the crowd.
It’s not the indisposed remaining members of Greater Good on the way, but instead FAWN’s recently minted Dream Team. Lisa Dream and Heather Crofton, in their respective familiar white and yellow battle gear, sprinted to the ring.
LISA DREAM
HEATHER CROFTON
Becky, ever the observant soldier, caught the approaching enemy out of the corner of her eye. She interrupted her partner’s plans, letting Celia know of the cavalry’s imminent arrival. The Doc let her rag-doll royalty flop to the canvas and the champions headed to the ropes farthest from an entering Dream Team.
Having used considerable energy in dispatching their challengers, Psy Ops called for a tactical withdrawal, stepping through the cables and dropping to the arena floor while Lisa and Heather hovered protectively over the vanquished.
The champs circled around the ring, belts on shoulders, Celia back in possession of the stick.
“Oh, sweet Lisa. I would have thought we concluded our sessions when we destroyed you and your PERFECT protégé. Perhaps we’ll need to reschedule and put you on the shelf, excuse me, couch one last time.”
The Crimson Cagliostro dropped the mic and, with each champion raising their titles, Psy Ops headed for the exit, ready to dominate the division in 2024, as they had the year prior.