Post by hawkeye on Feb 4, 2024 22:31:02 GMT
The crowd was cheering quite lustily when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from San Juan Romero in Coahuila, Mexico, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirteen pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
RED RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZlUpgTRtg
A soft, somber combination of piano and drums rose to the rafters and was soon joined by a round of emphatic jeers, the amount of which seemed to grow larger and louder as the newcomer expanded her North American conquest. The aforementioned noise only grew louder when the woman in question strode through the curtain in time with the first verse of Nell Smith & the Flaming Lips' cover of 'Red Right Hand'.
SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO:
Castillo paused at the top of the ramp, her dark eyes flicking this way and that to note and index all aspects of her surroundings. This cataloging only took a few moments, then her attention returned to the squared circle and she started down the ramp without a word or even a sneer for the FAWNatics.
A brief word for those who might be just joining this crime spree in progress: All of twenty years old, she'd arrived in England two years ago well trained in the more grounded, submission based aspects of Lucha Libre. Complete immersion in British Strong Style followed, with Castillo favoring the discipline's heavy striking element as well as its meticulous focus on targeting a specific limb or body-part. The time spent there did not see her capture any singles gold, however she'd quickly made a name for herself as one to watch and an extremely gifted technician. These qualities had endeared her to certain wrestling nerds, but not the casual fans, especially not after she'd laid a vicious mauling on none other than 'Sensational' Shea London shortly before Bethany Christian announced her FAWN signing. Victories over Chloe Fields and Heaven Hughes soon followed and tonight she intended to add another name to her ledger.
If joining the premiere women's wrestling promotion in North America concerned Castillo in the slightest it certainly didn't show during her walk to the squared circle. The lithe little brunette was strictly business as she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the nearest corner and mounted the second turnbuckle to a round of boos that grew all the louder when she raised a taunting index finger to her ear.
For her first PPV in what would be her first full year in FAWN, SIC wore a classic fightin' Prussian blue one-piece with white accents and an additional cutout across her lower back and flanks that gave the impression of a two-piece from certain angles. Her pads and wrist tape were matte black and her boots were also black, though they were polished to a gleaming shine. Patently dismissive of the noise produced by the Orlando faithful, Castillo brushed them off with the flick of a wrist, then hopped down and settled into the buckles. Merle the referee came over to check her pads and boots and while Castillo made no efforts to hamper his efforts, she never gave him the time of day. The brunette's gaze was fixed on the stage, Syl quietly awaiting tonight's adversary.
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flowed through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle stepped through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of blonde hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits, the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie was here to teach SIC some tricks her Mama wouldn’t dare to!
DEANNE DARR DAVIS:
“An introducing her opponent, hailing from Sevierville, Tennessee, standing at five feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, she is The Baseball Valkyrie…. DEANNE DARR DAVIS!””
‘Hey y’all!” She exclaimed happily to the screaming throngs, “I hear this kid is Anti-Lucha but is she Anti-Wrassler!?”
On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remained eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal between the sheets. Tonight Deanne was dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She strutted forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp, twirling in her right hand a well-varnished maplewood baseball bat. With the same hand, she pulled a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomped down. With her left, she set down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. With that done she plucked a ball and turned it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tossed the ball in the air and swung her trusty slugger. There’s an audible Crack! and a roar of applause when she hit a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattooed a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flying off her shoulders with each Major League swing. Fans couls leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed, The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly oblige for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne left her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and used it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde entered a crouch and hopped into the air, landing with a loud thump! She did it again and again, hopping along her side of the squared circle like she’s on a pogo stick; the audience clapped along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knew how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom didn't hurt things either. She winked at the profoundly disinterested Sylvia who watched the old hand’s antics with restrained impatience, “See you in a minute, sweetness.” And strutted to her corner for her pre-match patdown, happily giving Referee Merle a mild anxiety attack as he tried not to accidentally cop a feel when she started rolling her shoulders to get the goods moving.
The bell sounded and both women emerged from their respective corners, though Castillo did so with noticeably less enthusiasm than Davis. Angling to her right so she could swoop around the veteran to avoid a direct lock-up, Sylvia flicked a glance in Merle's direction, though the keen observer noted her attention never fully left the Baseball Valkyrie.
“I noticed you were quite thorough in checking her pads and boots.” she told the official. “Yet you didn't bother to check her hair. That seems like a gross oversight considering its large enough to hold all manner of weapons.”
“No weapons up here, darlin'.” Deanne drawled before Merle had a chance to answer. “Just a little Aqua Net, that's all. Of course it does protect the most encyclopedic mind this industry has to offer.”
Castillo looked far from impressed. “I highly doubt that. Just because something's been around forever doesn't mean its amassed anything useful, let alone valu--”
Deanne pounced for the Collar & Elbow but SIC twisted aside, the brunette not interested in locking up with the living legend quite yet. “You DO plan on wrestling in this wrestling match, don't you, dear?” Davis asked after she'd wheeled around to face her adversary. “If you just wanted to talk we could have--”
Sylvia closed fast, caught hold of the blonde's left wrist and hop-stamped in place to send a jolt all the way up to Deanne's shoulder! Another stomp followed before the brunette stretched the limb out full length and twisted it through a single smooth circle. Two quick elbows to that bicep followed, then she redoubled the Wristlock and dipped around behind the Tennessean to wrench the limb up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. Shifting one hand to Davis' elbow so she could put more torque on the simple hold, Castillo wrenched her foe's arm for several seconds before she murmured, “It's exceedingly rare that I ever enjoy any sort of height advantage in a match. A shame I won't fully enjoy it, knowing it's at the expense of a woman who doesn't know when to quirrrrrggghhhhhhh!”
DDD bent her knees and pivoted behind the brunette to catch Sylvia's left hand in a Hammerlock of her own! “Oh, I'll know it when the time comes, hon'.” she murmured in Castillo's ear even as she some hard little punches in above the Mexican's right hip. “But it won't be tonight. Not against a snot-nosed little upstart like--”
Sylvia dipped down and twisted around in repetition of the veteran's escape tactic. Imagine her irritation then when Deanne twisted right along with her to ensure the Hammerlock stayed tightly in place! Grinning at the ingenue's little grunt of pain, DDD thumped a quick Kneelift between her opponent's cheeks, then caught Sylvia's left wrist in her right hand so she could slip her left arm up through the triangle created by the brunette's forearm and bicep. Body pressed close to keep the Hammerlock in place, she hooked her right arm around Castillo's neck and locked her hands to complete the Crossface Chickenwi—NNNGGGHH!”
She hadn't quite pulled everything tight when SIC pulled her head forward only to snap it back with a blow that caught Deanne between the eyes! Shooting both hands back over her right shoulder the instant she was free of the veteran's clutches, Sylvia caught Deanne's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to flip Davis over onto her rump with a quick Snapmare! Straightening up immediately thereafter, Castillo buried one hand in the blonde's big hair and held her steady just long enough to rear back and THWHACK a hard Soccer Kick into the small of her foe's back!
Deanne arched on impact, then let out an audible grunt when the terrible tyro dropped to a seat directly behind and slipped both legs around her waist for a crushing Bodyscissors! “Considering the vast amounts you've encountered in your, ahem, storied, career,” Castillo crossed her ankles and pushed up on her palms to apply even more pressure to the hold, “your end likely WON'T come tonight, unless you do something to genuinely irritate me. No, I suspect when you decide to 'hang 'em up' once and for all it will be due to a loss to your longtime nemesis 'Early Bird Special' or perhaps even the dreaded 'Non Slip Shower Mat.'” She trailed off for a moment to send another strong constriction through her sinewy stems. “Of course resisting me for too long opens up a whole plethora of new possibilities. Really, there's no telling what might happen to those brittle old bones if you test my patienRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Deanne raised her hands like she was gonna worry at Sylvia's knees, only instead she SMACKED 'em both down atop the brunette's thighs, then raaaaaaaaaaaked all the way up her legs not once, not twice, but thrice! “Nothing's managed to stop me yet, little girl.” she huffed. “And that's not gonna change against someone whose drink of choice is the Shirley TempEERRGGHHHH!”
Sylvia had kept her butt in the air to run more pressure through the Scissors, now she dropped to a seat and fashioned her hands into talons that she ran down the blonde's back as hard as she could! Davis cringed but didn't relent. Instead she balled her hands into fists and beat them against the sides of the youngster's knees before unsheathing her talons for another round of savage scratching! “Gonna have to do better than that, kitten!” the blonde huffed as she scored the brunette's thighs. “Otherwise I'm going to tear you to pieceSSNNGGGHH!”
Sylvia slashed the older woman's back again, then grabbed hold of her shoulders and yanked her back while simultaneously THUMPING a Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Deanne cringed and let go for a moment only to SLAP both hands down on her foe's rapidly-reddening thighs! Scowling at that dogged resistance, Castillo snatched a huge handful of hair and forced Davis' head forward so she could deliver half a dozen Forearm Smashes to the base of her skull! That flurry finally forced Deanne to relent to better defend her aching noggin and that's when SIC slipped her hands under the blonde's biceps and locked her fingers to complete the Full Nelson.
Cranking down on the hold to force Davis' chin into the depths of her own copious decolletage, Sylvia bore down on the Scissors and jostled the Full Nelson back and forth for several seconds before she asked, “Have you had enough, ma'am? Whenever you've reached your limit, just cry out to the nice young man in the striped shirt and he'll ask me to let you--”
“Kiss my ass, sweet-pea!” Deanne muttered as she tried to get her hands into the brunette's hair. “It's gonna take a whole lot more than your stubby little legs to put me eeerrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!”
Castillo released her Scissors without warning, but rather than meaning relief for DDD it only brought on more hurt when the newcomer threaded her shins beneath the Tennessean's calves and wrenched her legs into a wide 'V'. “Better hope you can still learn some new tricks, old girl.” SIC murmured. “Because antagonizing me is going to dramatically shorten whatever little time you have left.” Deanne wanted to answer, alas she didn't get the chance before Castillo stretched out on her back and pulled the blonde into her lap! It was an awkward arrangement that only got worse when Sylvia popped her hips and rolled forward to THWHUMP Deanne's buns against the canvas with a huge Keister Bounce!
Davis shuddered from stem to stern, the aftershocks of which were still passing through her frame when SIC pulled her up and back for a second time, the blue-clad battler showing off her blonde's buns for a few more seconds and then—THWHUMP! The second Keister Bounce hit harder than the first and third was even worse, as evidenced by the pained grimace on the Baseball Valkyrie's face. Merle actually stepped forward to check on his charge only to step back when Castillo switched back to her original Bodyscissors arrangement and tumbled over onto her belly! This shift rolled Deanne over onto her back so she stacked up on her shoulders, the blonde practically folded in half while the zebra counted...
ONE...
TWO...
Davis popped her hips to escape the predicament in time with the second slap of the mat! Sylvia scrambled to boot-leather and quickly drew a bead on her adversary, who was slowly rising to one kn—Castillo exploded forward, her right knee pistoning up on a collision course with Deanne's forhe—NO!
DDD got both hands up and swatted the brunette's leg aside with enough force to spin her around in a half circle! Deanne's hands came up as soon as she had the ingenue's back and they came down twice as fast, Davis raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaking Castillo's back!
Sylvia yelped, shot up on tiptoe and started to inch away only for the blonde to grab a double handful of her waistband and yank her backward, Deanne repaying some previous roughhousing with a heavy Headbutt to the small of the other wrestler's back! SIC sagged on the spot but she didn't take a knee, in fact she went up on tiptoe when Davis used that trunk-grip for a rough wedgie! “Oh quit yer' hollerin'.” Deanne chided as she slipped her head beneath Castillo's left arm. “This is only gonna make you tougher!” With her right arm curled around the brunette's lower back, Davis braced her left hand against the back of the Mexican's thigh and muscled her up onto the ball of her right shoulder just to THWHUMP her down on the point of her right knee!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Sylvia bounced away from the Atomic Drop, both hands flying to her compacted tailbone to the delight of the crowd. As for the Baseball Valkyrie, she broke into a run and hit the ropes directly in front of her mincing opposition. Heartbeats later and she was airborne, Deanne smashing into Castillo with a huge Thesz Press! Landing astride the brunette's tummy to a roar from the crowd, Deanne grabbed hold of Sylvia's hair and started to POUND away with a barrage of right hands!
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FXH3pGfghA
“Ya know if you had more Lucha Libre in your stock, ya would have dodged me!” Deanne rained knuckle dusters above Sylvia’s eyebrow hoping to cause a cut that’ll bleed into her vision. Sylvia’s fighting back like a cornered animal, clawing and grasping to stave off the storm of fists while trying buck off her blonde adversary but Deanne’s not budging. Triple D’s been in many a bar fight and many of those bars had bull riding machines, this was a spot where the veteran had secured many victories. Of course, those matches were under more relaxed rules which was not the case tonight. Ref. Merle comes to SIC’s aid, “You’ll have to open those hands, no closed fists.”
Deanne acquiesced immediately and with a warm smile, a level of cooperation the zebra rarely experienced to the point he’s at a loss for words. “You got it, hun.” The curvaceous cowgirl snagged the younger woman’s thrashing claws by the wrists and pressed them hard against the canvas. Sylvia shook her head back and forth and wildly pumped her knees against Deanne’s lower back. “Vaca! Don’t you-MMphh!” The FAWNatics let out a lusty cheer watching Triple D lower her upper body and bury the technical tyrant in Tennessee Tatas!
Deanne gave her shoulders a shimmy battering SIC’s cheeks with that God-given weaponry 'til the Mexican import’s mouth was in the right place. Sylvia threatened and cursed Deanne with a burning anger but the words were lost in the ball player’s sweltering cleavage leaving only a pleasing vibration. “Don’t get heated about losing to the twins this early, “ Deanne pressed down harder flattening Sylvia’s nose against her sternum, and silently warded off Merle from starting a count. The young’un’s aware enough to kick out, which could lead to an escape. “They bested Queens, Geniuses and Marvels since I was a teenage dream. You losing to The Jugg-Out is the safest bet ya could have made.”
Going for a Front Sleeper this early in the game was ambitious, and in Castillo’s mind, deeply insulting. The catch-as-catch-as-catch-can wrestler freed her hands and placed both palms and feet flat on the mat, then she used all power in her slight yet deceptively strong frame to bridge under the surprised Darr Davis. This new angle didn't remove the large pair of breasts against her face, but it did put them at an angle where Castillo could breathe easier. Deanne adapted quickly by gripping her opponent by the triceps to perform handstand and dropping her shins on Castillo’s hips; the bridge didn't budge, she might as well have been a moth landing on El Puente del Papa.
Deanne’s eyebrows rose, usually that earned at least a tremor. She tried again and rammed her knees against SIC’s out-thrust tummy. Sylvia grunted through clenched teeth feeling her stomach indent and her bridge faltered, but only for a moment, Sylvia’s arc firmed and reasserted itself under Deanne. The Dame of the Diamond gave an impressed whistle, “Weeell! Someone’s been doing her dancerobics!” She bounced in her seat on the living furniture triggering a thousand phones to record Deanne’s wobbling rack, “You should switch to a real two-piece, show off them girl-abs.”
Deanne sprang into another handstand for a hopeful third drop, but Sylvia swung her legs up to halt those bony missiles with her soles and push kicked the unwanted rider off her person. Ejected but not dejected, Deanne landed on all fours like a cat while Sylvia reverse somersaulted onto a hip. The rambunctious wrassler that she is, Deanne pushed to her feet and charged the vulnerable- Sylvia pushed up and supported herself on one hand as she swung her whole body into an Enzugiri that nailed Deanne’s temple! Cross-eyed, the blonde staggers away from her attack and crumpled to one knee. SIC rpse off the canvas and flicked her ring togs into the right place, “You can just say abs, old woman. Muscles are not gendered.”
ONE HANDED ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Zse1z72TRg
The room’s spinning too much for Deanne to fire back at the brunette’s snotty attitude so she reached behind and flipped SIC The Bird while she blinked her vision back into focus. Sylvia darted past, cuffing Deanne upside the head for the disrespect before dropping to her knees and taking the top heavy Tennessean into a pulse pounding Front Facelock. “I have no intention of injuring you into retirement.” Sylvia wrenched the Lock to put some strain on Darr Davis’s neck making the veteran bleat and slap at her arms and shoulders. “But since you put those sacks of silicone on my face like this was some tawdry penthouse scrap, I will embarrass you to the extent you won’t be able to look at a ring without feeling shame.”
Deanne growled “Better woman have tried, sweet-pea!” The Baseball Valkyrie dug a finger into a pressure point on Castillo’s wrist to break the hold, then rolled to her right to wrangle Sylvia’s arm- No, she rolled with her! The young brunette countered the blonde’s counter and forced Deanne’s chest against the rough canvas as she grounded her with a Hammerlock on the left arm. Sylvia pulled the limb painfully high between Deanne’s shoulders with one hand and pushed up on her elbow with the other to make it unbearable. Deanne grimaced, biting her cheek to keep from yelling out while starfishing her other three limbs looking for a rope break. Sylvia’s lip curled in disdain. “Have you been showboating for drunkards so long you’ve forgotten basic mat technique?”
Darr Davis gave a pained grin and inched closer to the ropes, she can see in the FAWNtron it’s not much farther, “I’m just waiting for you to try something beyond British Wrestling for dummies. If I know you’re worth it I’ll beak out the big guOOW! OW! Stop that!” Castillo kept the Hammerlock going as she rose up and drilled her knee into the base of Darr Davis’s neck, and since she had a penchant for doing things in threes, she did it twice more. “You want to get more creative? I can do that.”
Sylvia eased up on the Hammerlock just enough to make a triangle of space between Deanne’s bent arm and her side large enough to fit a foot through. After that she steps over the arm to pinch it the hold in place with her heel. Now able to work the submission hands-free, Sylvia gives Deanne an authoritative smack on the ass and stands at her full height with arms outstretched with an expectant look on her face. If what she expected was a torrent of derision from thousands of Floridians, Sylvia’s right on the money.
“Yes, yes. Cheer for the underdog.” SIC bends at the waist like she’s bowing toward a grateful crowd and throws herself back. Violently jerking the submission erupting what feels like wildfires in Deanne’s elbow and shoulder!
CHAIN WRESTLING @ 00:12
youtu.be/KQ8exhBLnKI?t=12
“Gaaghh!” Deanne held her throbbing left arm as she floundered and seized on the canvas, It’s anyone’s guess if her spasms that took her rolling under the ropes to lie on the apron was a strategic retreat or just happenstance. Whatever the reason, it turned out to be not strategic enough. Sylvia heartlessly reached under the bottom cable to grab Deanne’s arm and pull it inside the ring. From there she stretched it up toward the ceiling and dropped to her knees to SNAP the exposed limb against the mat. The beleaguered Baseball Valkyrie howled in agony and cradled her weakening arm, she slid off the the edge of the apron to stand on the outside but bent at the waist to support herself with the ring. Deanne breathed heavily, trying to numb the pain radiating up and down her side.
SIC walked to a side of the ring parallel to Deanne’s and stepped through the ropes there rather than risk an ambush by the suffering blonde. She marched along the apron and around the corner post with single-minded focus, “Don’t give me a count cut victory, treasured elder.” Sylvia leaned down and took a scalp-searing handful of Deanne’s hair to pull her back in the squared circle. Sylvia lifted Deanne’s tormented face off the apron and reared a flattened hand back for an insulting slap when the veteran hands came alive and swept the brunette’s feet out from under her. Sylvia banged her left shoulder hard on the apron’s edge and landed on her side gasping with pain.
“Did those British trainer not learn you about ‘selling’?” Deanne asked politely, stomping Sylvia’s hurting shoulder and grinding her heel. “Guess I’ll have to.”
Castillo offered nothing in the way of meaningful response, so Darr Davis hopped in place and stomped the brunette's left shoulder again. “You'll probably shake this off a lot quicker than I will.” the blonde admitted as she bent down to fill her hands with the younger wrestler's hair. “But I promise you're gonna cry about it a whole lot louder than I everOOFFH!”
“Don't flatter yourself, old timer.” Sylvia pumped a quick punch into Deanne's tummy once she made it to one knee, then followed with another when the Tennessee legend didn't relinquish her hair-hold. “Our meeting is no grand battle, in fact it's little more than a footnote in my record of wider, greater conquestNNNGGGHHH!”
Deanne's shoulder might've been aching but her hips were doing fine, as SIC discovered when the Baseball Valkyrie swung a heavy Hip Check into the brunette's face! The blow knocked Sylvia from her knee to her butt and in so doing bounced the back of her head against the apron with an ugly THUNK!
“No grand battle, is that right?” Darr Davis scoffed as she took a moment to roll her aching shoulders. “Sounds like the sort of loss you're gonna try to bury in the history books, kiddo!”
Castillo glowered and started rise (albeit a little slower than before), Deanne urging her up with beckoning fingers. She'd just made her feet when the veteran drew back her right hand for a gaudy 'ol Bitch Slap! Sylvia raised a forearm to intercept the blow, unfortunately her defense was far too high as the slap was merely a cover for the Broadside Kneelift that Triple D smashed across the ingenue's tummy. Smiling wide as Castillo turned around to protect her roiling midsection, the blonde grabbed another double handful of dark hair and THWHUNKED SIC's forehead against the apron for a round of aggressive abrasion!
She'd only been at it a few seconds when Merle cleared his throat and said, “We're already at ten on the count, Ms. Davis. Perhaps you'd like to bring this back into the ring?”
Deanne nodded and said, “What a courteous young man you are! You just keep that count going and I'll have both of us back in there under your watchful eye before you know it.” The zebra nodded and did in fact carry the count closer to its inevitable conclusion while Darr Davis halved her grip on Syl's hair so she could hook onto the ring skirt. Pulling the snug fabric far enough away from the apron to create a small pocket, Deanne grabbed Castillo's left wrist and forced it down into the opening, then released her grip to trap the brunette's arm in place!
“What do you think you're doing, you tawdry old dinosaur?” Sylvia protested amidst trying to free her arm. “Winning by count out proves nothinNNGGGHH!”
Deanne administered another bludgeoning Kneelift, this time across the brunette's lower back. From there she helped herself to Castillo's right arm and another bit of the ring skirt so she could trap her opponent's second arm just like the first. “Oh, I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of a count out, kitten!” Darr Davis chortled in her opponent's ear. “I just need to keep those little hands of yours busy while this cougar sharpens her claws.”
Eyes going wide only to narrow to furious slots, Castillo hissed, “Don't you darEEEEERRRRHHHH! AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOWWWW BITCH!”
None of the vitriol seemed to bother Deanne or the FAWNatics, indeed the former smiled a little wider and the latter cheered a little harder every time the veteran raked her claws down Castillo's back! From the curve of her shoulders to the swell of her glutes, nothing on the brunette's six was safe as Darr Davis treated her like a scratching post for several seemingly endless seconds. 'Seemingly' was the operative word there, as Merle's count was only at 'SEVENTEEN!' by the time Deanne unlocked the trap and secured SIC by trunks and tresses to bustle her up under the bottom rope.
The Dame of the Diamond followed shortly thereafter, though rather than cap off all that roughhousing with a pin attempt, she buried her hands in Castillo's hair and hauled her to boot-leather. With Sylvia set on unsteady legs, Deanne threw her left arm over the brunette's right shoulder and slipped her right arm through the other wrestler's legs. Quick to grab a rude handful of those pert buttocks, Darr Davis scooped Castillo up onto her right shoulder, then took a few careful steps to make sure the placement was just right and then—BOOM! She went up on tiptoes and hurled Sylvia to the deck with a Scoop Slam that was as simple as it was emphatic!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvRz5mslaKE
“Don't be goin' anywhere now, ya hear?” Triple D cooed down to Castillo before she headed for the nearest corner. “I'll be back before your bratty little head even knows I'm gone!”
Turning her back to the buckles as soon as she reached her destination, Darr Davis grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and boosted herself up onto the second rope, the Valkyrie grimacing a bit at the strain on her left shoulder. Her grin was back in place half a heartbeat later and then Deanne was airborne, the blonde leaping out into the void with her right elbow crooked up and back behind her ear, all the better to DRIVE the tip of that bony down on Castillo's left eyebrow!
SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0DxB3x9IU
Sylvia's legs kicked up and she rolled onto her right side just to get pulled back the way she'd came so Deanne could seize control of both wrists and pin them high overhead. The crowd, already rowdy, took it to the next level when the Tennessee Legend leaned down and in, stuffing her prodigious chest into Castillo's face to ensure there wasn't much to breathe while Merle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
SIC kicked out and twisted to one side, her dark eyes wide and shocked as she escaped the crushing weight of blonde jugg. As for Darr Davis, she looked far more composed as she leaned back on her haunches to survey the situation. Apparently finding things to her liking, the blonde stood up and moved down to Castillo's feet so she could take possession of both.
“You don't wanna holler out a submission into my girls, is that it?” Deanne noted as she wedged Castillo's right shin into the pit of her left knee and tucked that ankle under her own right armpit. In the same instant she reached her left arm through the gap created by the figure four and laced her hands tight over the brunette's left thigh to keep the Cloverleaf locked in place. “Gotta admit, that's a little bit hurtful, but if you'd rather scream so everyone can hear it, I'm happy to obligRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sylvia had been almost motionless in the wake of her latest escape, now she twitched to life by snatching a huge handful of Darr Davis' hair and yanking her down so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaaag her talons across the veteran's eyes!
The Princess of the Pitch forgot all about the Cloverleaf in favor of swiping her stinging eyes, unfortunately things only got worse when Syl clamped down on Deanne's wrist and wrenched it away from her torso. “You want to play with claws, you antediluvian bitch?” Castillo sneered as she deftly hooked her left foot behind Darr Davis' left bicep and braced her right foot against the blonde's left wrist. “I hope you can still manage with one in a cast!” She gave Deanne's wrist a violent yank, then let loose even as she kicked off with one foot and pulled back on the other to inflict some serious whiplash that dropped Triple D to her knees with that arm drawn tight against her chest.
TRAPPING STOMP ARMBREAKER @ 1:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUQyaZn7QU4
Behind her, Sylvia got to her feet and promptly rushed forward to THWHUMP a Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent's skull! Darr Davis grunted and crumpled to all fours, so Castillo seized a double handful of hair and led / dragged the penitent veteran over to the nearest corner and BWUNGED her forehead against the middle buckle.
Hanging around just long enough to drape the blonde's arms over the second strand, a steely-eyed SIC stomped out to the middle of the ring whereupon reaching she spun around and sprinted back toward the corner, the second-generation star letting out a Valkyrie scream of her own as she hopped up and THWHUMPED both knees between Deanne's shoulders as hard as she could! Bouncing clear to land on her feet, Castillo once again turned around and beat feet, this time skirting the ropes to the blonde's right. Deanne, who'd tumbled into a slumped seat against the bottom buckle following that initial impact, heard the brunette charging back for a second helping but couldn't do anything more than turn her head to the side half a heartbeat before Sylvia THWHACKED her across the face with a vicious Back Elbow!
EXISTENTIAL DREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIYWM0sc2pY
With the Diamond of the Dame reeling through some Existential Dread, Sylvia claimed possession of Deanne's ankles and dragged her out to the center of the squared circle where she folded her in half Matchbook style, then sat down on those upturned haunches for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Darr Davis kicked out with a half second to spare, though she wasn't even partially recovered by the time Castillo glommed onto the blonde's shoulder-straps and hauled her upright. Switching over to a grip on Deanne's right wrist so Merle couldn't bitch about anything illegal, SIC punished that damaged shoulder with three Arm Ringers in rapid succession, then sidled in against Darr Davis' left flank even as she trapped that wounded arm behind her right thigh in the instant she hooked it over Deanne's left leg. With the Baseball Valkyrie's left arm effectively removed from the equation, Castillo leaned across her foe's back and snaked her right arm around Darr Davis' right bicep so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank back on a nasty Abdominal Stretch!
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOLTklwaFuo
“Don't say one word!” Sylvia warned Merle when he approached to check on Deanne. “The old woman and I have much to discuss.” Jeers from those assembled when SIC curled her left hand into a talon and began to drag it back and forth across the hulking swell of her foe's bounty!
The distressed DDD shrieked as her Triple Ds got a scoring from her brunette antagonist “Gawdamn hellcat!!” Deanne’s a restrained explosion trying to shake her off but La Novia Roja’s baby girl will not be moved. Sylvia stopped dragging a checkerboard on Deanne’s tits and reeled back on the Abdominal Stretch to settle the well-traveled woman down. The Southerner hissed and spasmed in Sylvia’s clutches then screeched as another angry swipe traveled across her cleavage. Sylvia purred angrily in Deanne’s ear, “You think you can act like a feral animal inside the ropes and not be punished for it?” She slapped the tender flesh and earned a bawl from the indie legend that warmed her soul. “Because I was raised to have respect for the elderly and infirm, I’ll allow you to submit and walk away from this fight with some dignity.”
Silently damning the traitorous pinpricks of tears in her eyes, Davis shook her head and chuckles insincerely, “Well thank you, Miss Castillo. That is a generousSSSS! AAAAHH! AHHH!” Sylvia gave Deanne’s inflamed mountains another scrape, leaned back into a sustained overstretch of the submission that threatened to rip Deanne’s middle open, then rippled the carny’s juggs with another harsh slap.
Sylvia stared at her unsympathetically, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
The Baseball Valkyrie took in a steadying breath to keep her voice from wavering, “I must decline and I gotta disagree with you. If a little clawing gets ya spinning, ya don’t have the mental fortitude for this business. That’s a ticket for early retirement. Like your Ma.” Deanne put some metal behind that last word so the legacy star would recognize the insult for what it was. A dark cloud passed behind Castillo’s eyes; if Deanne were in her rookie years she would have felt fear at the look she was getting from the woman who's at the meeting point between talent and savagery.
Castillo’s voice was as cold as an Arctic wind on Christmas. “Perhaps I need more experience in this aspect of wrestling.” Her hand flattened into a paddle, then spanked the swell of Darr Davis’ breast once more before sliding it down under the hemline of Valkyrie’s one-piece! There’s a flurry of motion in Deanne’s top from Castillo’s hand switching back and forth between each tit, latching onto a nipple with a painful pinch and corkscrewing like she wanted to take the nubs home with her. Sylvia sneered over the Tennessean's sobs and moans. “Is this the right attitude, you ancient bitch!?” She slid her hand farther down past the slope of Deanne’s for a clawing that’ll go up to the blonde’s clavicle. “You think I’ll make it in this business!?”
The San Juan omero Sadist failed to account for the sheer mass Deanne carried upfront and had to curl in reach past the blonde’s balcony, weakening the Abdominal Stretch. Deanne’s gambit paid off: she threw her weight backward in a sudden burst taking away their balance. Sylvia cracked the back of her head against the covered plywood of the ring floor while Deanne’s head was cushioned by the Mexican’s six-pack. Sylvia’s hands surround her aching skull, she turned over onto her elbows instinctively preventing a pin.
“Aaaaargh!”
But that did nothing to stop The Baseball Valkyrie’s vengeful tines from raking down her back. Sylvia crawled away quickly on her knees to lean on the ropes, her head still pounding too much to think of escape beyond a rope break. Ref. Merle opened his mouth to ratify the break, however, Deanne’s too quick for him and shot past to rake Sylvia from shoulders to glutes in one angry pass! “GAAaghufuk!” The ten trails of fire bracketing her spine sent Castillo into a frenzy, she twisted and thrashed on her knees blinded by pain and rage 'til she tripped herself up and ended up on her inflamed back. The texture of the canvas was no treat for Sylvia and made her flinch, at that moment the Valkyrie swooped in with claws bared and drew them down her face and chest to past her navel.
“AAAIE!”
Merle’s had enough and in a rare show of anger, he wagged his finger aggressively at his charges “Alright! No more scratching or I’m throwing this out!”
Deanne pivoted to him and gave him finger guns as Sylvia rushed to her feet, “You got it!” She turned back just as the enraged grappler fired a flat hand for a Bytch Slap. Deanne ducked the wild swing and sprang back up with something more of a Palm Strike than a slap. Crack! She tagged Castillo in the same spot she’s been working all night, just above her left eye. In her anger, Sylvia lashed out, determined to slap Davis’ face but the veteran’s too elusive and staggeringly accurate, striking Sylvia with a counter palm at every turn. Deanne’s craftiness had dragged the relative newbie into something Sylvia would never deign to enter; a mud fight.
The FAWNatic’s bloodlust hit a fever pitch seeing the bender of babyfaces getting slapped to high heaven in a one-sided brawl. At first glance, Darr Davis’ punches seemed cartoonishly showy but they did a lot more than please the crowd. The blonde’s big, angled swings gave her room to dodge while using her shoulders like a pulley to pack more power into each strike. Castillo could tell from experience. She took another brain-slosher above the eye, which was noticeably starting to swell, and the power cuts out in her mind. Her arms dropped and she blinked, confused. Sylvia’s jaw was free for a knockout punch if Deanne wanted to tempt a Disqualification, but she was eager to put on a show with this youngster.
The Dame of the Diamond lowered and inserted her head between Sylvia’s sinewy stems, and grabbed her by the back of the knees. With a groan of effort, Deanne straightened up with Sylvia’s frame trailing down her back. The blonde carried the brunette to the epicenter of the squared circle, giving the junior her two cents along the way. “If you’re to remember anything after this match, take this advice and it’ll extend your career.” The blood rushing to Sylvia’s brain cleared some of the cobwebs and she dug her nails into the back of Deanne’s calves. “Let go of me you octogenarian!” Deanne grimaced, but ignored the nails and turned to face the hard camera.
“Get a sense of humor.” The Baseball Valkyrie went up onto her tiptoes and pushed down hard on Castillo’s legs, flipping the waif off her shoulders into a back-splattering slam on the mat
HEY BATTER BATTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYR9BSYdHAw
Castillo’s body bounced off the canvas once before she flopped with finality face up, mouth agape with a rasp of pain with her arms limp at her sides. Deanne lifted Castillo’s legs by the ankles and spread them into V, then she threw herself into the gap and rolled in the air to land on her feet. Making a two-person bridge and trapping Castillo in a Matchbook Pin.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-NOOO!!!
Sylvia seemed to move in every direction at once to tear her ankles free from Davis’ grasp and turn over onto her front. Exasperated, Davis rose onto an elbow and looked over her shoulder to Sylvia, grumbling “Persistent punk, aren’t you?” and scrambled to her feet and made way for the ropes. Sylvia shook her head clear, ponytail starting to look a bit frayed, and fought to her hands and knees, “Y-you want humor?” She got one boot flat on the canvas and pushed on her knee to stand, “I’ll take your joke of a career and AUGHH!”
The swelling of Sylvia’s left eye payid dividends for Deanne; the shorter Lightweight came in fast and low to the ground within Sylvia’s blind-spot and rammed a Chopblock into her left leg. SIC hit the ground rough and with a loud cry. She grabbed at her targeted leg and found it torn from her grasp by Deanne, who quickly took Castillo's other leg and contorted them into a shape against nature’s design while turning the Mexican import onto her belly. Deanne breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned into the Texas Cloverleaf she failed to pull the trigger on earlier.
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF:
youtu.be/GMxaeHT3FHI?t=1029
Deanne jawed over Sylvia’s frustrated scream“I’ve had more of a career than ten of your Ma’s, combined”
Castillo clenched her teeth so tightly the tendons in her neck stood out in stark relief but the strain was worth her near silence when Merle dropped down beside to check his charge. “What do you say, Sylvia? Need to call it a night?”
Taking a breath to steel herself against the godawful pain in her lower back, she honed in on the zebra and huffed, “I think that if longevity in this business was synonymous with success, then Desire the Naughty Schoolgirl would've been in the FAWN Hall of Fame a decade NGH! NGH! NGH! EEEERRRRGGAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Darr Davis bounced in place, the veteran using the heavy curve of her buns to put even more pressure on her opponent's kinked spine! “Ask her again!” she told Merle in an undeniably sweet tone. “That sounds like the sound of a fussy baby ready for a bottle and a—”
She would have said 'nap' if Sylvia hadn't braced both palms against the mat and puuuuuuuuuuuusssshed up far enough to get her tummy a few inches off the mat! After a moment to stabilize she powered forward, the slim brunette effectively army-crawling her way to the ropes despite the noticeable handicap of Deanne seated heavily on the small of her back.
The Dame of the Diamond had to give her foe credit, most twenty-something's she'd faced since the turn of the century would've hollered uncle moments after she'd applied the Cloveleaf, but La Novia Roja's little girl wasn't just gutting through the hurt, she was trying to escape. Deanne could admire that of course, but it didn't mean she was going to let the little hussy just reach out and help herself to the ropes. That's why she bounced a little harder than slid several inches back, the blonde planting her buns only a few inches below the youngster's shoulders!
That shift brought Castillo's progress to a grinding halt and amplified the 'TAP!; chants that started within seconds of the Cloverleaf's application. “Go on and tap that mat now, little girl.” Deanne cooed, the blonde purposely keeping her tone low so SIC wouldn't hear the strain lurking just beneath the surface. She'd put a lot of effort into breaking the brunette with this hold and she didn't want to break it unless absolutely necessary. “You done the best you can, but you're not quite ready for this particular Big League so just hit the showers and DAMMIT!”
Sylvia couldn't force herself up again, instead she simply dragged their combined weight across the canvas, the lycra of her one-piece doing little to combat a serious case of mat burn. She paid it little heed however, everything but the ropes had fallen into the background and Castillo kept inching her way closer until she finally hooked an index finger over the bottom ro—“HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Darr Davis tossed the ruda's legs away, scrambled to her feet and immediately kicked both legs forward to drop every bit of her hundred and twenty-four pounds onto Castillo's shoulders in a massive Butt Bomb! “All right, you want to show everyone you're tuff, I can appreciate that.” Deanne scrubbed her buns across Castillo's shoulderblades, then grabbed a fistful of ponytail and got to her feet. “Only problem is, sometimes you gotta get your ass kicked to prove it and tonight just happens to be one of those times.”
No response from the ingenue, who had one hand pressed to her aching spine and the other pushing ineffectually at Deanne's tummy. The Princess of the Pitch put a stop to that with a Headbutt between the eyes that wouldve dropped Castillo to all fours if not for a firm grip on her hair. This soon gave way to an arm slung over her shoulder and another threaded between her thighs, Darr Davis muscling her younger competition up onto one shoulder so she could march over to the proper spot and THWHAM her to the canvas with a Body Slam!
Sylvia hit hard and arched her back on impact so Deanne made sure to step on that upraised tummy as she made her way to the corner and carefully climbed into the high rent district. Flashing a wide grin as the crowd urged her on, Deanne put her hands on her hips and said, “Girly's too afraid to leave her feet so I'm gonna show her how its done!” Happy to impart a lesson Sylvia's mama never did, the blonde dipped down and leapt out into the void with a Moonsault that looked downright gorgeous up until the moment Castillo rolled toward the corner and Darr Davis THAWHAMMED down flat on the vacant canvas!
The Baseball Valkyrie bounced to her knees and reared back on her haunches with both arms crossed over her torso in an 'X' that tried to tend to breasts and belly in a single stroke. Elsewhere, a mad-eyed Sylvia used the ropes to haul herself upright and slump against the buckles. In truth she wanted nothing more than to catch her breath for several precious seconds, but the hag had left herself vulnerable so—Castillo let out a furious shriek as she rushed out of the corner, the brunette hopping onto tiptoe on her left foot even as she THWHUNKED a truly SIC Kneelift into Deanne's forehead!
SIC KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIYvemAgrgQ
Darr Davis slopped backward in an insensate sprawl perfect for pinning, so of course Castillo circled around to the blonde's head and grabbed hold of her wrists, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaaaag her out into the center of the squared circle. Releasing both grips with a bit of a flourish, Sylvia smoothed down her ponytail before wiping both hands on the seat of her one-piece.
Hands on her hips as she stared down at the floored veteran, Castillo murmured, “I would've thought that someone of your...experience... would know not to mention an opponent's family during a spirited battle. Since you were foolish enough to do so I suppose we can assume that age doesn't always bring wisdom. Sometimes it just makes you a more feeble version of the same unimpressive specimen you've always been.”
Darr Davis groaned and tried to rise, alas it wasn't quite quick enough for the brunette's liking so she plunged her hands into Deanne's hair and hauled her onto her knees just to secure a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist, Castillo dipped her knees and muscled Triple D up onto the point of her right shoulder in what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if she hadn't slipped her arms under Darr Davis' biceps and sank into a deep crouch to brace her foe's shins against her upper thighs. Gory Special complete, SIC alternately flexed and relaxed her arms to put more stress on Deanne's shoulders while also bouncing in place to wrench her spine out of alignment. “Did you take your supplements this morning, old woman?” as the full body stretch earned the first pained groans from Darr Davis. “I'd hate to be accused of breaking something that belongs in a museum!”
Deanne growled, shook her head 'no' when Merle closed in. “Gonna take more than a skinny little mama's girl to break me, sweet-pea.” she grunted. “You'd already know that if you'd grown up with any capable role modHHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Sylvia unhooked her right arm from around Deanne's left while still retaining possession of the right arm via a rough Wristlock. Controlling the captive limb in a death-grip, she carefully drew it out from behind her head and stretched it out against her own chest so she could snake her right arm around Darr Davis' throat and then—Sylvia hunkered forward to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK the veteran's spine with the hellacious stretch known as El Ramo Sangriento!
EL RAMO SANGRIENTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeLoTZ8-vKA
“Anything else you'd like to add about my mother before your spine gives out, you tawdry hack?” Sylvia sneered at Deanne as she bent her into a shape the human body was not meant to assume.
“Shuuuuu... she clearly didn't raise you right!” Deanne was scrabbling and tugging at the arm cinched around her throat, albeit with very little success. “I'll have to tell her as such the next time she dares show her face in pubEEERRGGAAHHH!”
Sylvia jostled the torturous stretch that much harder and now it was the FAWNatics cheering for the veteran to hold on with a feverish 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant! Give Deanne credit, she held on for longer than Sylvia would've expected, indeed a full ten seconds fell off the clock before the blonde flattened her left hand into a paddle and started swatting at Castillo's back. “GIVE!” she groaned to Merle. “I GIVE! MAKE THE LITTLE BRAT BREAK THE OOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Sylvia flung her down and planted a foot on the Tennessean's hip, the San Juan Romero Sadist already hoisting both hands high when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
The victrix allowed Merle to raise her hand for the gibbering masses, though she made no move to step away from the groaning blonde. Instead she nudged Darr Davis onto her back, then pivoted around and dropped into a seat on the blonde's tummy. “Scratched me up pretty good tonight, old woman.” Castillo ran her hands over Deanne's sloshing curves, but did not squeeze. “I can only assume you thought that such bitchiness foolishness would throw me off my rhythm, allow you to punish and embarrass me the way you've done to so many others for god knows how long. Unfortunately for you I was raised to deal with all your barbaric bullshit, as I'm sure you can tell by the Announcer's proclamation and your fresh collection of aches. But what you clearly DON'T know, old woman, is that this Hellcat you've unleashed only uses her claws when she's provoked.”
Sylvia reached down, took hold of the blonde's right wrist and pulled that arm off the mat.
“Guuuuhhhhh... get offa me, kid.” Deanne rasped.”You won, just leave it aleeerrrggghhhhhhh!”
Castillo ran her nails down the veteran's forearm, making her wince. “As I was saying. I only unsheathe my claws when I'm provoked. Otherwise... Castillo jerked the trapped limb closer and SANK her teeth into the meat of Deanne's forearm!
“OOOOHHHH STOP!” the blonde bucked and twisted, but couldn't escape the mount even after redoubling her efforts following a second, third and fourth chomp, each delivered somewhere between her shoulder and wrist. “SAVAGE BITCH!” Darr Davis' heels beat against the deck as she tried to fight free of the agonizing punishment. “GET YOUR NASTY NARROW ASS OFFA MEEEEEEEEEE!”
Sylvia bit down on her foe's fingers for good measure, then tossed her arm aside and got to her feet without so much as a word to Merle or the furious FAWNatics. The whole of her attention was on the camera, which she walked down after taking the time to wipe an invisible smear off her bottom lip.
“What you saw just now?” she told everyone on the other side. “That's only a taste of what I have planned for the Lightweight Division. Anyone interested in sharing this ring with me better find their A-game, then improve upon it because if you come at me with anything less I won't just tear you apart. I'll fucking eat you alive.”
Castillo shoved the camera aside and stormed through the ropes to head up the aisle while Merle and the concerned crowd stayed behind to check on the grimacing wreckage of the Baseball Valkyrie.
RED RIGHT HAND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZlUpgTRtg
A soft, somber combination of piano and drums rose to the rafters and was soon joined by a round of emphatic jeers, the amount of which seemed to grow larger and louder as the newcomer expanded her North American conquest. The aforementioned noise only grew louder when the woman in question strode through the curtain in time with the first verse of Nell Smith & the Flaming Lips' cover of 'Red Right Hand'.
SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO:
Castillo paused at the top of the ramp, her dark eyes flicking this way and that to note and index all aspects of her surroundings. This cataloging only took a few moments, then her attention returned to the squared circle and she started down the ramp without a word or even a sneer for the FAWNatics.
A brief word for those who might be just joining this crime spree in progress: All of twenty years old, she'd arrived in England two years ago well trained in the more grounded, submission based aspects of Lucha Libre. Complete immersion in British Strong Style followed, with Castillo favoring the discipline's heavy striking element as well as its meticulous focus on targeting a specific limb or body-part. The time spent there did not see her capture any singles gold, however she'd quickly made a name for herself as one to watch and an extremely gifted technician. These qualities had endeared her to certain wrestling nerds, but not the casual fans, especially not after she'd laid a vicious mauling on none other than 'Sensational' Shea London shortly before Bethany Christian announced her FAWN signing. Victories over Chloe Fields and Heaven Hughes soon followed and tonight she intended to add another name to her ledger.
If joining the premiere women's wrestling promotion in North America concerned Castillo in the slightest it certainly didn't show during her walk to the squared circle. The lithe little brunette was strictly business as she slid under the bottom rope and pushed to one knee. On her feet immediately thereafter, she strode to the nearest corner and mounted the second turnbuckle to a round of boos that grew all the louder when she raised a taunting index finger to her ear.
For her first PPV in what would be her first full year in FAWN, SIC wore a classic fightin' Prussian blue one-piece with white accents and an additional cutout across her lower back and flanks that gave the impression of a two-piece from certain angles. Her pads and wrist tape were matte black and her boots were also black, though they were polished to a gleaming shine. Patently dismissive of the noise produced by the Orlando faithful, Castillo brushed them off with the flick of a wrist, then hopped down and settled into the buckles. Merle the referee came over to check her pads and boots and while Castillo made no efforts to hamper his efforts, she never gave him the time of day. The brunette's gaze was fixed on the stage, Syl quietly awaiting tonight's adversary.
The lyrics of Centerfield by John Fogerty flowed through the air as a veteran of the Squared Circle stepped through the curtain with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the biggest head of blonde hair ever to shine under the house lights. A living legend of the independents and the international circuits, the beautiful Baseball Valkyrie was here to teach SIC some tricks her Mama wouldn’t dare to!
DEANNE DARR DAVIS:
“An introducing her opponent, hailing from Sevierville, Tennessee, standing at five feet tall and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds, she is The Baseball Valkyrie…. DEANNE DARR DAVIS!””
‘Hey y’all!” She exclaimed happily to the screaming throngs, “I hear this kid is Anti-Lucha but is she Anti-Wrassler!?”
On paper, this territory titan should have left the ring for a backstage role a long time ago, but her body and face remained eerily youthful even by Paul Rudd standards (any rumours of botox are grounds for a slander lawsuit). When she’s not busting heads in the ring, she’s turning heads in the streets and making men and women squeal between the sheets. Tonight Deanne was dressed to impress in her usual uniform of a white one-piece with black pinstripes, cut low enough to bare most of the ridiculous rack that’s smothered out hundreds of women over decades of wrestling. She strutted forward on black wrestling shoes to the edge of the ramp, twirling in her right hand a well-varnished maplewood baseball bat. With the same hand, she pulled a stick of CBD chew from one of her Black knee-high socks and chomped down. With her left, she set down a small cage basket of cheap baseballs. With that done she plucked a ball and turned it in her hand, chirping in her Southern patois, “Alright, Sports Fans! Who wants a souvenir?” Deanne tossed the ball in the air and swung her trusty slugger. There’s an audible Crack! and a roar of applause when she hit a dinger into the cheap seats!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every few steps Deanne Darr Davis tattooed a ball into the stands, Her long mane of loose, blonde curls flying off her shoulders with each Major League swing. Fans couls leave happy with these just-above-dollar-store quality baseballs, but if they want them signed, The Baseball Valkyrie will gladly oblige for the low, low, low price of $100.
Deanne left her now empty basket in the corner of a set of steel steps and the ring apron and used it as a stand for her bat. After rolling into the ring the battle-tested blonde entered a crouch and hopped into the air, landing with a loud thump! She did it again and again, hopping along her side of the squared circle like she’s on a pogo stick; the audience clapped along with each landing, already enthralled by the ring general.
Thump! Thump! Thump! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
She may not be able to move exactly as she did in her youth, but Deanne knew how to get a crowd in the palm of her hand, and her bombastic, bouncing bosom didn't hurt things either. She winked at the profoundly disinterested Sylvia who watched the old hand’s antics with restrained impatience, “See you in a minute, sweetness.” And strutted to her corner for her pre-match patdown, happily giving Referee Merle a mild anxiety attack as he tried not to accidentally cop a feel when she started rolling her shoulders to get the goods moving.
The bell sounded and both women emerged from their respective corners, though Castillo did so with noticeably less enthusiasm than Davis. Angling to her right so she could swoop around the veteran to avoid a direct lock-up, Sylvia flicked a glance in Merle's direction, though the keen observer noted her attention never fully left the Baseball Valkyrie.
“I noticed you were quite thorough in checking her pads and boots.” she told the official. “Yet you didn't bother to check her hair. That seems like a gross oversight considering its large enough to hold all manner of weapons.”
“No weapons up here, darlin'.” Deanne drawled before Merle had a chance to answer. “Just a little Aqua Net, that's all. Of course it does protect the most encyclopedic mind this industry has to offer.”
Castillo looked far from impressed. “I highly doubt that. Just because something's been around forever doesn't mean its amassed anything useful, let alone valu--”
Deanne pounced for the Collar & Elbow but SIC twisted aside, the brunette not interested in locking up with the living legend quite yet. “You DO plan on wrestling in this wrestling match, don't you, dear?” Davis asked after she'd wheeled around to face her adversary. “If you just wanted to talk we could have--”
Sylvia closed fast, caught hold of the blonde's left wrist and hop-stamped in place to send a jolt all the way up to Deanne's shoulder! Another stomp followed before the brunette stretched the limb out full length and twisted it through a single smooth circle. Two quick elbows to that bicep followed, then she redoubled the Wristlock and dipped around behind the Tennessean to wrench the limb up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. Shifting one hand to Davis' elbow so she could put more torque on the simple hold, Castillo wrenched her foe's arm for several seconds before she murmured, “It's exceedingly rare that I ever enjoy any sort of height advantage in a match. A shame I won't fully enjoy it, knowing it's at the expense of a woman who doesn't know when to quirrrrrggghhhhhhh!”
DDD bent her knees and pivoted behind the brunette to catch Sylvia's left hand in a Hammerlock of her own! “Oh, I'll know it when the time comes, hon'.” she murmured in Castillo's ear even as she some hard little punches in above the Mexican's right hip. “But it won't be tonight. Not against a snot-nosed little upstart like--”
Sylvia dipped down and twisted around in repetition of the veteran's escape tactic. Imagine her irritation then when Deanne twisted right along with her to ensure the Hammerlock stayed tightly in place! Grinning at the ingenue's little grunt of pain, DDD thumped a quick Kneelift between her opponent's cheeks, then caught Sylvia's left wrist in her right hand so she could slip her left arm up through the triangle created by the brunette's forearm and bicep. Body pressed close to keep the Hammerlock in place, she hooked her right arm around Castillo's neck and locked her hands to complete the Crossface Chickenwi—NNNGGGHH!”
She hadn't quite pulled everything tight when SIC pulled her head forward only to snap it back with a blow that caught Deanne between the eyes! Shooting both hands back over her right shoulder the instant she was free of the veteran's clutches, Sylvia caught Deanne's noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock, then went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee to flip Davis over onto her rump with a quick Snapmare! Straightening up immediately thereafter, Castillo buried one hand in the blonde's big hair and held her steady just long enough to rear back and THWHACK a hard Soccer Kick into the small of her foe's back!
Deanne arched on impact, then let out an audible grunt when the terrible tyro dropped to a seat directly behind and slipped both legs around her waist for a crushing Bodyscissors! “Considering the vast amounts you've encountered in your, ahem, storied, career,” Castillo crossed her ankles and pushed up on her palms to apply even more pressure to the hold, “your end likely WON'T come tonight, unless you do something to genuinely irritate me. No, I suspect when you decide to 'hang 'em up' once and for all it will be due to a loss to your longtime nemesis 'Early Bird Special' or perhaps even the dreaded 'Non Slip Shower Mat.'” She trailed off for a moment to send another strong constriction through her sinewy stems. “Of course resisting me for too long opens up a whole plethora of new possibilities. Really, there's no telling what might happen to those brittle old bones if you test my patienRRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Deanne raised her hands like she was gonna worry at Sylvia's knees, only instead she SMACKED 'em both down atop the brunette's thighs, then raaaaaaaaaaaked all the way up her legs not once, not twice, but thrice! “Nothing's managed to stop me yet, little girl.” she huffed. “And that's not gonna change against someone whose drink of choice is the Shirley TempEERRGGHHHH!”
Sylvia had kept her butt in the air to run more pressure through the Scissors, now she dropped to a seat and fashioned her hands into talons that she ran down the blonde's back as hard as she could! Davis cringed but didn't relent. Instead she balled her hands into fists and beat them against the sides of the youngster's knees before unsheathing her talons for another round of savage scratching! “Gonna have to do better than that, kitten!” the blonde huffed as she scored the brunette's thighs. “Otherwise I'm going to tear you to pieceSSNNGGGHH!”
Sylvia slashed the older woman's back again, then grabbed hold of her shoulders and yanked her back while simultaneously THUMPING a Headbutt into the nape of her neck! Deanne cringed and let go for a moment only to SLAP both hands down on her foe's rapidly-reddening thighs! Scowling at that dogged resistance, Castillo snatched a huge handful of hair and forced Davis' head forward so she could deliver half a dozen Forearm Smashes to the base of her skull! That flurry finally forced Deanne to relent to better defend her aching noggin and that's when SIC slipped her hands under the blonde's biceps and locked her fingers to complete the Full Nelson.
Cranking down on the hold to force Davis' chin into the depths of her own copious decolletage, Sylvia bore down on the Scissors and jostled the Full Nelson back and forth for several seconds before she asked, “Have you had enough, ma'am? Whenever you've reached your limit, just cry out to the nice young man in the striped shirt and he'll ask me to let you--”
“Kiss my ass, sweet-pea!” Deanne muttered as she tried to get her hands into the brunette's hair. “It's gonna take a whole lot more than your stubby little legs to put me eeerrrrgghhhhhhhhhh!”
Castillo released her Scissors without warning, but rather than meaning relief for DDD it only brought on more hurt when the newcomer threaded her shins beneath the Tennessean's calves and wrenched her legs into a wide 'V'. “Better hope you can still learn some new tricks, old girl.” SIC murmured. “Because antagonizing me is going to dramatically shorten whatever little time you have left.” Deanne wanted to answer, alas she didn't get the chance before Castillo stretched out on her back and pulled the blonde into her lap! It was an awkward arrangement that only got worse when Sylvia popped her hips and rolled forward to THWHUMP Deanne's buns against the canvas with a huge Keister Bounce!
Davis shuddered from stem to stern, the aftershocks of which were still passing through her frame when SIC pulled her up and back for a second time, the blue-clad battler showing off her blonde's buns for a few more seconds and then—THWHUMP! The second Keister Bounce hit harder than the first and third was even worse, as evidenced by the pained grimace on the Baseball Valkyrie's face. Merle actually stepped forward to check on his charge only to step back when Castillo switched back to her original Bodyscissors arrangement and tumbled over onto her belly! This shift rolled Deanne over onto her back so she stacked up on her shoulders, the blonde practically folded in half while the zebra counted...
ONE...
TWO...
Davis popped her hips to escape the predicament in time with the second slap of the mat! Sylvia scrambled to boot-leather and quickly drew a bead on her adversary, who was slowly rising to one kn—Castillo exploded forward, her right knee pistoning up on a collision course with Deanne's forhe—NO!
DDD got both hands up and swatted the brunette's leg aside with enough force to spin her around in a half circle! Deanne's hands came up as soon as she had the ingenue's back and they came down twice as fast, Davis raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaking Castillo's back!
Sylvia yelped, shot up on tiptoe and started to inch away only for the blonde to grab a double handful of her waistband and yank her backward, Deanne repaying some previous roughhousing with a heavy Headbutt to the small of the other wrestler's back! SIC sagged on the spot but she didn't take a knee, in fact she went up on tiptoe when Davis used that trunk-grip for a rough wedgie! “Oh quit yer' hollerin'.” Deanne chided as she slipped her head beneath Castillo's left arm. “This is only gonna make you tougher!” With her right arm curled around the brunette's lower back, Davis braced her left hand against the back of the Mexican's thigh and muscled her up onto the ball of her right shoulder just to THWHUMP her down on the point of her right knee!
ATOMIC DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWhHmiYdO1E
Sylvia bounced away from the Atomic Drop, both hands flying to her compacted tailbone to the delight of the crowd. As for the Baseball Valkyrie, she broke into a run and hit the ropes directly in front of her mincing opposition. Heartbeats later and she was airborne, Deanne smashing into Castillo with a huge Thesz Press! Landing astride the brunette's tummy to a roar from the crowd, Deanne grabbed hold of Sylvia's hair and started to POUND away with a barrage of right hands!
THESZ PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FXH3pGfghA
“Ya know if you had more Lucha Libre in your stock, ya would have dodged me!” Deanne rained knuckle dusters above Sylvia’s eyebrow hoping to cause a cut that’ll bleed into her vision. Sylvia’s fighting back like a cornered animal, clawing and grasping to stave off the storm of fists while trying buck off her blonde adversary but Deanne’s not budging. Triple D’s been in many a bar fight and many of those bars had bull riding machines, this was a spot where the veteran had secured many victories. Of course, those matches were under more relaxed rules which was not the case tonight. Ref. Merle comes to SIC’s aid, “You’ll have to open those hands, no closed fists.”
Deanne acquiesced immediately and with a warm smile, a level of cooperation the zebra rarely experienced to the point he’s at a loss for words. “You got it, hun.” The curvaceous cowgirl snagged the younger woman’s thrashing claws by the wrists and pressed them hard against the canvas. Sylvia shook her head back and forth and wildly pumped her knees against Deanne’s lower back. “Vaca! Don’t you-MMphh!” The FAWNatics let out a lusty cheer watching Triple D lower her upper body and bury the technical tyrant in Tennessee Tatas!
Deanne gave her shoulders a shimmy battering SIC’s cheeks with that God-given weaponry 'til the Mexican import’s mouth was in the right place. Sylvia threatened and cursed Deanne with a burning anger but the words were lost in the ball player’s sweltering cleavage leaving only a pleasing vibration. “Don’t get heated about losing to the twins this early, “ Deanne pressed down harder flattening Sylvia’s nose against her sternum, and silently warded off Merle from starting a count. The young’un’s aware enough to kick out, which could lead to an escape. “They bested Queens, Geniuses and Marvels since I was a teenage dream. You losing to The Jugg-Out is the safest bet ya could have made.”
Going for a Front Sleeper this early in the game was ambitious, and in Castillo’s mind, deeply insulting. The catch-as-catch-as-catch-can wrestler freed her hands and placed both palms and feet flat on the mat, then she used all power in her slight yet deceptively strong frame to bridge under the surprised Darr Davis. This new angle didn't remove the large pair of breasts against her face, but it did put them at an angle where Castillo could breathe easier. Deanne adapted quickly by gripping her opponent by the triceps to perform handstand and dropping her shins on Castillo’s hips; the bridge didn't budge, she might as well have been a moth landing on El Puente del Papa.
Deanne’s eyebrows rose, usually that earned at least a tremor. She tried again and rammed her knees against SIC’s out-thrust tummy. Sylvia grunted through clenched teeth feeling her stomach indent and her bridge faltered, but only for a moment, Sylvia’s arc firmed and reasserted itself under Deanne. The Dame of the Diamond gave an impressed whistle, “Weeell! Someone’s been doing her dancerobics!” She bounced in her seat on the living furniture triggering a thousand phones to record Deanne’s wobbling rack, “You should switch to a real two-piece, show off them girl-abs.”
Deanne sprang into another handstand for a hopeful third drop, but Sylvia swung her legs up to halt those bony missiles with her soles and push kicked the unwanted rider off her person. Ejected but not dejected, Deanne landed on all fours like a cat while Sylvia reverse somersaulted onto a hip. The rambunctious wrassler that she is, Deanne pushed to her feet and charged the vulnerable- Sylvia pushed up and supported herself on one hand as she swung her whole body into an Enzugiri that nailed Deanne’s temple! Cross-eyed, the blonde staggers away from her attack and crumpled to one knee. SIC rpse off the canvas and flicked her ring togs into the right place, “You can just say abs, old woman. Muscles are not gendered.”
ONE HANDED ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Zse1z72TRg
The room’s spinning too much for Deanne to fire back at the brunette’s snotty attitude so she reached behind and flipped SIC The Bird while she blinked her vision back into focus. Sylvia darted past, cuffing Deanne upside the head for the disrespect before dropping to her knees and taking the top heavy Tennessean into a pulse pounding Front Facelock. “I have no intention of injuring you into retirement.” Sylvia wrenched the Lock to put some strain on Darr Davis’s neck making the veteran bleat and slap at her arms and shoulders. “But since you put those sacks of silicone on my face like this was some tawdry penthouse scrap, I will embarrass you to the extent you won’t be able to look at a ring without feeling shame.”
Deanne growled “Better woman have tried, sweet-pea!” The Baseball Valkyrie dug a finger into a pressure point on Castillo’s wrist to break the hold, then rolled to her right to wrangle Sylvia’s arm- No, she rolled with her! The young brunette countered the blonde’s counter and forced Deanne’s chest against the rough canvas as she grounded her with a Hammerlock on the left arm. Sylvia pulled the limb painfully high between Deanne’s shoulders with one hand and pushed up on her elbow with the other to make it unbearable. Deanne grimaced, biting her cheek to keep from yelling out while starfishing her other three limbs looking for a rope break. Sylvia’s lip curled in disdain. “Have you been showboating for drunkards so long you’ve forgotten basic mat technique?”
Darr Davis gave a pained grin and inched closer to the ropes, she can see in the FAWNtron it’s not much farther, “I’m just waiting for you to try something beyond British Wrestling for dummies. If I know you’re worth it I’ll beak out the big guOOW! OW! Stop that!” Castillo kept the Hammerlock going as she rose up and drilled her knee into the base of Darr Davis’s neck, and since she had a penchant for doing things in threes, she did it twice more. “You want to get more creative? I can do that.”
Sylvia eased up on the Hammerlock just enough to make a triangle of space between Deanne’s bent arm and her side large enough to fit a foot through. After that she steps over the arm to pinch it the hold in place with her heel. Now able to work the submission hands-free, Sylvia gives Deanne an authoritative smack on the ass and stands at her full height with arms outstretched with an expectant look on her face. If what she expected was a torrent of derision from thousands of Floridians, Sylvia’s right on the money.
“Yes, yes. Cheer for the underdog.” SIC bends at the waist like she’s bowing toward a grateful crowd and throws herself back. Violently jerking the submission erupting what feels like wildfires in Deanne’s elbow and shoulder!
CHAIN WRESTLING @ 00:12
youtu.be/KQ8exhBLnKI?t=12
“Gaaghh!” Deanne held her throbbing left arm as she floundered and seized on the canvas, It’s anyone’s guess if her spasms that took her rolling under the ropes to lie on the apron was a strategic retreat or just happenstance. Whatever the reason, it turned out to be not strategic enough. Sylvia heartlessly reached under the bottom cable to grab Deanne’s arm and pull it inside the ring. From there she stretched it up toward the ceiling and dropped to her knees to SNAP the exposed limb against the mat. The beleaguered Baseball Valkyrie howled in agony and cradled her weakening arm, she slid off the the edge of the apron to stand on the outside but bent at the waist to support herself with the ring. Deanne breathed heavily, trying to numb the pain radiating up and down her side.
SIC walked to a side of the ring parallel to Deanne’s and stepped through the ropes there rather than risk an ambush by the suffering blonde. She marched along the apron and around the corner post with single-minded focus, “Don’t give me a count cut victory, treasured elder.” Sylvia leaned down and took a scalp-searing handful of Deanne’s hair to pull her back in the squared circle. Sylvia lifted Deanne’s tormented face off the apron and reared a flattened hand back for an insulting slap when the veteran hands came alive and swept the brunette’s feet out from under her. Sylvia banged her left shoulder hard on the apron’s edge and landed on her side gasping with pain.
“Did those British trainer not learn you about ‘selling’?” Deanne asked politely, stomping Sylvia’s hurting shoulder and grinding her heel. “Guess I’ll have to.”
Castillo offered nothing in the way of meaningful response, so Darr Davis hopped in place and stomped the brunette's left shoulder again. “You'll probably shake this off a lot quicker than I will.” the blonde admitted as she bent down to fill her hands with the younger wrestler's hair. “But I promise you're gonna cry about it a whole lot louder than I everOOFFH!”
“Don't flatter yourself, old timer.” Sylvia pumped a quick punch into Deanne's tummy once she made it to one knee, then followed with another when the Tennessee legend didn't relinquish her hair-hold. “Our meeting is no grand battle, in fact it's little more than a footnote in my record of wider, greater conquestNNNGGGHHH!”
Deanne's shoulder might've been aching but her hips were doing fine, as SIC discovered when the Baseball Valkyrie swung a heavy Hip Check into the brunette's face! The blow knocked Sylvia from her knee to her butt and in so doing bounced the back of her head against the apron with an ugly THUNK!
“No grand battle, is that right?” Darr Davis scoffed as she took a moment to roll her aching shoulders. “Sounds like the sort of loss you're gonna try to bury in the history books, kiddo!”
Castillo glowered and started rise (albeit a little slower than before), Deanne urging her up with beckoning fingers. She'd just made her feet when the veteran drew back her right hand for a gaudy 'ol Bitch Slap! Sylvia raised a forearm to intercept the blow, unfortunately her defense was far too high as the slap was merely a cover for the Broadside Kneelift that Triple D smashed across the ingenue's tummy. Smiling wide as Castillo turned around to protect her roiling midsection, the blonde grabbed another double handful of dark hair and THWHUNKED SIC's forehead against the apron for a round of aggressive abrasion!
She'd only been at it a few seconds when Merle cleared his throat and said, “We're already at ten on the count, Ms. Davis. Perhaps you'd like to bring this back into the ring?”
Deanne nodded and said, “What a courteous young man you are! You just keep that count going and I'll have both of us back in there under your watchful eye before you know it.” The zebra nodded and did in fact carry the count closer to its inevitable conclusion while Darr Davis halved her grip on Syl's hair so she could hook onto the ring skirt. Pulling the snug fabric far enough away from the apron to create a small pocket, Deanne grabbed Castillo's left wrist and forced it down into the opening, then released her grip to trap the brunette's arm in place!
“What do you think you're doing, you tawdry old dinosaur?” Sylvia protested amidst trying to free her arm. “Winning by count out proves nothinNNGGGHH!”
Deanne administered another bludgeoning Kneelift, this time across the brunette's lower back. From there she helped herself to Castillo's right arm and another bit of the ring skirt so she could trap her opponent's second arm just like the first. “Oh, I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of a count out, kitten!” Darr Davis chortled in her opponent's ear. “I just need to keep those little hands of yours busy while this cougar sharpens her claws.”
Eyes going wide only to narrow to furious slots, Castillo hissed, “Don't you darEEEEERRRRHHHH! AAAAARRRRRHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOWWWW BITCH!”
None of the vitriol seemed to bother Deanne or the FAWNatics, indeed the former smiled a little wider and the latter cheered a little harder every time the veteran raked her claws down Castillo's back! From the curve of her shoulders to the swell of her glutes, nothing on the brunette's six was safe as Darr Davis treated her like a scratching post for several seemingly endless seconds. 'Seemingly' was the operative word there, as Merle's count was only at 'SEVENTEEN!' by the time Deanne unlocked the trap and secured SIC by trunks and tresses to bustle her up under the bottom rope.
The Dame of the Diamond followed shortly thereafter, though rather than cap off all that roughhousing with a pin attempt, she buried her hands in Castillo's hair and hauled her to boot-leather. With Sylvia set on unsteady legs, Deanne threw her left arm over the brunette's right shoulder and slipped her right arm through the other wrestler's legs. Quick to grab a rude handful of those pert buttocks, Darr Davis scooped Castillo up onto her right shoulder, then took a few careful steps to make sure the placement was just right and then—BOOM! She went up on tiptoes and hurled Sylvia to the deck with a Scoop Slam that was as simple as it was emphatic!
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvRz5mslaKE
“Don't be goin' anywhere now, ya hear?” Triple D cooed down to Castillo before she headed for the nearest corner. “I'll be back before your bratty little head even knows I'm gone!”
Turning her back to the buckles as soon as she reached her destination, Darr Davis grabbed hold of the top rope in both hands and boosted herself up onto the second rope, the Valkyrie grimacing a bit at the strain on her left shoulder. Her grin was back in place half a heartbeat later and then Deanne was airborne, the blonde leaping out into the void with her right elbow crooked up and back behind her ear, all the better to DRIVE the tip of that bony down on Castillo's left eyebrow!
SECOND ROPE ELBOW DROP @ 1:32
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xN0DxB3x9IU
Sylvia's legs kicked up and she rolled onto her right side just to get pulled back the way she'd came so Deanne could seize control of both wrists and pin them high overhead. The crowd, already rowdy, took it to the next level when the Tennessee Legend leaned down and in, stuffing her prodigious chest into Castillo's face to ensure there wasn't much to breathe while Merle counted off...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
SIC kicked out and twisted to one side, her dark eyes wide and shocked as she escaped the crushing weight of blonde jugg. As for Darr Davis, she looked far more composed as she leaned back on her haunches to survey the situation. Apparently finding things to her liking, the blonde stood up and moved down to Castillo's feet so she could take possession of both.
“You don't wanna holler out a submission into my girls, is that it?” Deanne noted as she wedged Castillo's right shin into the pit of her left knee and tucked that ankle under her own right armpit. In the same instant she reached her left arm through the gap created by the figure four and laced her hands tight over the brunette's left thigh to keep the Cloverleaf locked in place. “Gotta admit, that's a little bit hurtful, but if you'd rather scream so everyone can hear it, I'm happy to obligRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sylvia had been almost motionless in the wake of her latest escape, now she twitched to life by snatching a huge handful of Darr Davis' hair and yanking her down so she could draaaaaaaaaaaaaag her talons across the veteran's eyes!
The Princess of the Pitch forgot all about the Cloverleaf in favor of swiping her stinging eyes, unfortunately things only got worse when Syl clamped down on Deanne's wrist and wrenched it away from her torso. “You want to play with claws, you antediluvian bitch?” Castillo sneered as she deftly hooked her left foot behind Darr Davis' left bicep and braced her right foot against the blonde's left wrist. “I hope you can still manage with one in a cast!” She gave Deanne's wrist a violent yank, then let loose even as she kicked off with one foot and pulled back on the other to inflict some serious whiplash that dropped Triple D to her knees with that arm drawn tight against her chest.
TRAPPING STOMP ARMBREAKER @ 1:40
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUQyaZn7QU4
Behind her, Sylvia got to her feet and promptly rushed forward to THWHUMP a Forearm Smash against the back of her opponent's skull! Darr Davis grunted and crumpled to all fours, so Castillo seized a double handful of hair and led / dragged the penitent veteran over to the nearest corner and BWUNGED her forehead against the middle buckle.
Hanging around just long enough to drape the blonde's arms over the second strand, a steely-eyed SIC stomped out to the middle of the ring whereupon reaching she spun around and sprinted back toward the corner, the second-generation star letting out a Valkyrie scream of her own as she hopped up and THWHUMPED both knees between Deanne's shoulders as hard as she could! Bouncing clear to land on her feet, Castillo once again turned around and beat feet, this time skirting the ropes to the blonde's right. Deanne, who'd tumbled into a slumped seat against the bottom buckle following that initial impact, heard the brunette charging back for a second helping but couldn't do anything more than turn her head to the side half a heartbeat before Sylvia THWHACKED her across the face with a vicious Back Elbow!
EXISTENTIAL DREAD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIYWM0sc2pY
With the Diamond of the Dame reeling through some Existential Dread, Sylvia claimed possession of Deanne's ankles and dragged her out to the center of the squared circle where she folded her in half Matchbook style, then sat down on those upturned haunches for a count of...
ONE...
TWO...
THRNOOOO!
Darr Davis kicked out with a half second to spare, though she wasn't even partially recovered by the time Castillo glommed onto the blonde's shoulder-straps and hauled her upright. Switching over to a grip on Deanne's right wrist so Merle couldn't bitch about anything illegal, SIC punished that damaged shoulder with three Arm Ringers in rapid succession, then sidled in against Darr Davis' left flank even as she trapped that wounded arm behind her right thigh in the instant she hooked it over Deanne's left leg. With the Baseball Valkyrie's left arm effectively removed from the equation, Castillo leaned across her foe's back and snaked her right arm around Darr Davis' right bicep so she could craaaaaaaaaaaank back on a nasty Abdominal Stretch!
ARM TRAP ABDOMINAL STRETCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOLTklwaFuo
“Don't say one word!” Sylvia warned Merle when he approached to check on Deanne. “The old woman and I have much to discuss.” Jeers from those assembled when SIC curled her left hand into a talon and began to drag it back and forth across the hulking swell of her foe's bounty!
The distressed DDD shrieked as her Triple Ds got a scoring from her brunette antagonist “Gawdamn hellcat!!” Deanne’s a restrained explosion trying to shake her off but La Novia Roja’s baby girl will not be moved. Sylvia stopped dragging a checkerboard on Deanne’s tits and reeled back on the Abdominal Stretch to settle the well-traveled woman down. The Southerner hissed and spasmed in Sylvia’s clutches then screeched as another angry swipe traveled across her cleavage. Sylvia purred angrily in Deanne’s ear, “You think you can act like a feral animal inside the ropes and not be punished for it?” She slapped the tender flesh and earned a bawl from the indie legend that warmed her soul. “Because I was raised to have respect for the elderly and infirm, I’ll allow you to submit and walk away from this fight with some dignity.”
Silently damning the traitorous pinpricks of tears in her eyes, Davis shook her head and chuckles insincerely, “Well thank you, Miss Castillo. That is a generousSSSS! AAAAHH! AHHH!” Sylvia gave Deanne’s inflamed mountains another scrape, leaned back into a sustained overstretch of the submission that threatened to rip Deanne’s middle open, then rippled the carny’s juggs with another harsh slap.
Sylvia stared at her unsympathetically, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
The Baseball Valkyrie took in a steadying breath to keep her voice from wavering, “I must decline and I gotta disagree with you. If a little clawing gets ya spinning, ya don’t have the mental fortitude for this business. That’s a ticket for early retirement. Like your Ma.” Deanne put some metal behind that last word so the legacy star would recognize the insult for what it was. A dark cloud passed behind Castillo’s eyes; if Deanne were in her rookie years she would have felt fear at the look she was getting from the woman who's at the meeting point between talent and savagery.
Castillo’s voice was as cold as an Arctic wind on Christmas. “Perhaps I need more experience in this aspect of wrestling.” Her hand flattened into a paddle, then spanked the swell of Darr Davis’ breast once more before sliding it down under the hemline of Valkyrie’s one-piece! There’s a flurry of motion in Deanne’s top from Castillo’s hand switching back and forth between each tit, latching onto a nipple with a painful pinch and corkscrewing like she wanted to take the nubs home with her. Sylvia sneered over the Tennessean's sobs and moans. “Is this the right attitude, you ancient bitch!?” She slid her hand farther down past the slope of Deanne’s for a clawing that’ll go up to the blonde’s clavicle. “You think I’ll make it in this business!?”
The San Juan omero Sadist failed to account for the sheer mass Deanne carried upfront and had to curl in reach past the blonde’s balcony, weakening the Abdominal Stretch. Deanne’s gambit paid off: she threw her weight backward in a sudden burst taking away their balance. Sylvia cracked the back of her head against the covered plywood of the ring floor while Deanne’s head was cushioned by the Mexican’s six-pack. Sylvia’s hands surround her aching skull, she turned over onto her elbows instinctively preventing a pin.
“Aaaaargh!”
But that did nothing to stop The Baseball Valkyrie’s vengeful tines from raking down her back. Sylvia crawled away quickly on her knees to lean on the ropes, her head still pounding too much to think of escape beyond a rope break. Ref. Merle opened his mouth to ratify the break, however, Deanne’s too quick for him and shot past to rake Sylvia from shoulders to glutes in one angry pass! “GAAaghufuk!” The ten trails of fire bracketing her spine sent Castillo into a frenzy, she twisted and thrashed on her knees blinded by pain and rage 'til she tripped herself up and ended up on her inflamed back. The texture of the canvas was no treat for Sylvia and made her flinch, at that moment the Valkyrie swooped in with claws bared and drew them down her face and chest to past her navel.
“AAAIE!”
Merle’s had enough and in a rare show of anger, he wagged his finger aggressively at his charges “Alright! No more scratching or I’m throwing this out!”
Deanne pivoted to him and gave him finger guns as Sylvia rushed to her feet, “You got it!” She turned back just as the enraged grappler fired a flat hand for a Bytch Slap. Deanne ducked the wild swing and sprang back up with something more of a Palm Strike than a slap. Crack! She tagged Castillo in the same spot she’s been working all night, just above her left eye. In her anger, Sylvia lashed out, determined to slap Davis’ face but the veteran’s too elusive and staggeringly accurate, striking Sylvia with a counter palm at every turn. Deanne’s craftiness had dragged the relative newbie into something Sylvia would never deign to enter; a mud fight.
The FAWNatic’s bloodlust hit a fever pitch seeing the bender of babyfaces getting slapped to high heaven in a one-sided brawl. At first glance, Darr Davis’ punches seemed cartoonishly showy but they did a lot more than please the crowd. The blonde’s big, angled swings gave her room to dodge while using her shoulders like a pulley to pack more power into each strike. Castillo could tell from experience. She took another brain-slosher above the eye, which was noticeably starting to swell, and the power cuts out in her mind. Her arms dropped and she blinked, confused. Sylvia’s jaw was free for a knockout punch if Deanne wanted to tempt a Disqualification, but she was eager to put on a show with this youngster.
The Dame of the Diamond lowered and inserted her head between Sylvia’s sinewy stems, and grabbed her by the back of the knees. With a groan of effort, Deanne straightened up with Sylvia’s frame trailing down her back. The blonde carried the brunette to the epicenter of the squared circle, giving the junior her two cents along the way. “If you’re to remember anything after this match, take this advice and it’ll extend your career.” The blood rushing to Sylvia’s brain cleared some of the cobwebs and she dug her nails into the back of Deanne’s calves. “Let go of me you octogenarian!” Deanne grimaced, but ignored the nails and turned to face the hard camera.
“Get a sense of humor.” The Baseball Valkyrie went up onto her tiptoes and pushed down hard on Castillo’s legs, flipping the waif off her shoulders into a back-splattering slam on the mat
HEY BATTER BATTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYR9BSYdHAw
Castillo’s body bounced off the canvas once before she flopped with finality face up, mouth agape with a rasp of pain with her arms limp at her sides. Deanne lifted Castillo’s legs by the ankles and spread them into V, then she threw herself into the gap and rolled in the air to land on her feet. Making a two-person bridge and trapping Castillo in a Matchbook Pin.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-NOOO!!!
Sylvia seemed to move in every direction at once to tear her ankles free from Davis’ grasp and turn over onto her front. Exasperated, Davis rose onto an elbow and looked over her shoulder to Sylvia, grumbling “Persistent punk, aren’t you?” and scrambled to her feet and made way for the ropes. Sylvia shook her head clear, ponytail starting to look a bit frayed, and fought to her hands and knees, “Y-you want humor?” She got one boot flat on the canvas and pushed on her knee to stand, “I’ll take your joke of a career and AUGHH!”
The swelling of Sylvia’s left eye payid dividends for Deanne; the shorter Lightweight came in fast and low to the ground within Sylvia’s blind-spot and rammed a Chopblock into her left leg. SIC hit the ground rough and with a loud cry. She grabbed at her targeted leg and found it torn from her grasp by Deanne, who quickly took Castillo's other leg and contorted them into a shape against nature’s design while turning the Mexican import onto her belly. Deanne breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned into the Texas Cloverleaf she failed to pull the trigger on earlier.
TEXAS CLOVERLEAF:
youtu.be/GMxaeHT3FHI?t=1029
Deanne jawed over Sylvia’s frustrated scream“I’ve had more of a career than ten of your Ma’s, combined”
Castillo clenched her teeth so tightly the tendons in her neck stood out in stark relief but the strain was worth her near silence when Merle dropped down beside to check his charge. “What do you say, Sylvia? Need to call it a night?”
Taking a breath to steel herself against the godawful pain in her lower back, she honed in on the zebra and huffed, “I think that if longevity in this business was synonymous with success, then Desire the Naughty Schoolgirl would've been in the FAWN Hall of Fame a decade NGH! NGH! NGH! EEEERRRRGGAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Darr Davis bounced in place, the veteran using the heavy curve of her buns to put even more pressure on her opponent's kinked spine! “Ask her again!” she told Merle in an undeniably sweet tone. “That sounds like the sound of a fussy baby ready for a bottle and a—”
She would have said 'nap' if Sylvia hadn't braced both palms against the mat and puuuuuuuuuuuusssshed up far enough to get her tummy a few inches off the mat! After a moment to stabilize she powered forward, the slim brunette effectively army-crawling her way to the ropes despite the noticeable handicap of Deanne seated heavily on the small of her back.
The Dame of the Diamond had to give her foe credit, most twenty-something's she'd faced since the turn of the century would've hollered uncle moments after she'd applied the Cloveleaf, but La Novia Roja's little girl wasn't just gutting through the hurt, she was trying to escape. Deanne could admire that of course, but it didn't mean she was going to let the little hussy just reach out and help herself to the ropes. That's why she bounced a little harder than slid several inches back, the blonde planting her buns only a few inches below the youngster's shoulders!
That shift brought Castillo's progress to a grinding halt and amplified the 'TAP!; chants that started within seconds of the Cloverleaf's application. “Go on and tap that mat now, little girl.” Deanne cooed, the blonde purposely keeping her tone low so SIC wouldn't hear the strain lurking just beneath the surface. She'd put a lot of effort into breaking the brunette with this hold and she didn't want to break it unless absolutely necessary. “You done the best you can, but you're not quite ready for this particular Big League so just hit the showers and DAMMIT!”
Sylvia couldn't force herself up again, instead she simply dragged their combined weight across the canvas, the lycra of her one-piece doing little to combat a serious case of mat burn. She paid it little heed however, everything but the ropes had fallen into the background and Castillo kept inching her way closer until she finally hooked an index finger over the bottom ro—“HHHRRRGGGHH!”
Darr Davis tossed the ruda's legs away, scrambled to her feet and immediately kicked both legs forward to drop every bit of her hundred and twenty-four pounds onto Castillo's shoulders in a massive Butt Bomb! “All right, you want to show everyone you're tuff, I can appreciate that.” Deanne scrubbed her buns across Castillo's shoulderblades, then grabbed a fistful of ponytail and got to her feet. “Only problem is, sometimes you gotta get your ass kicked to prove it and tonight just happens to be one of those times.”
No response from the ingenue, who had one hand pressed to her aching spine and the other pushing ineffectually at Deanne's tummy. The Princess of the Pitch put a stop to that with a Headbutt between the eyes that wouldve dropped Castillo to all fours if not for a firm grip on her hair. This soon gave way to an arm slung over her shoulder and another threaded between her thighs, Darr Davis muscling her younger competition up onto one shoulder so she could march over to the proper spot and THWHAM her to the canvas with a Body Slam!
Sylvia hit hard and arched her back on impact so Deanne made sure to step on that upraised tummy as she made her way to the corner and carefully climbed into the high rent district. Flashing a wide grin as the crowd urged her on, Deanne put her hands on her hips and said, “Girly's too afraid to leave her feet so I'm gonna show her how its done!” Happy to impart a lesson Sylvia's mama never did, the blonde dipped down and leapt out into the void with a Moonsault that looked downright gorgeous up until the moment Castillo rolled toward the corner and Darr Davis THAWHAMMED down flat on the vacant canvas!
The Baseball Valkyrie bounced to her knees and reared back on her haunches with both arms crossed over her torso in an 'X' that tried to tend to breasts and belly in a single stroke. Elsewhere, a mad-eyed Sylvia used the ropes to haul herself upright and slump against the buckles. In truth she wanted nothing more than to catch her breath for several precious seconds, but the hag had left herself vulnerable so—Castillo let out a furious shriek as she rushed out of the corner, the brunette hopping onto tiptoe on her left foot even as she THWHUNKED a truly SIC Kneelift into Deanne's forehead!
SIC KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIYvemAgrgQ
Darr Davis slopped backward in an insensate sprawl perfect for pinning, so of course Castillo circled around to the blonde's head and grabbed hold of her wrists, all the better to draaaaaaaaaaaaaag her out into the center of the squared circle. Releasing both grips with a bit of a flourish, Sylvia smoothed down her ponytail before wiping both hands on the seat of her one-piece.
Hands on her hips as she stared down at the floored veteran, Castillo murmured, “I would've thought that someone of your...experience... would know not to mention an opponent's family during a spirited battle. Since you were foolish enough to do so I suppose we can assume that age doesn't always bring wisdom. Sometimes it just makes you a more feeble version of the same unimpressive specimen you've always been.”
Darr Davis groaned and tried to rise, alas it wasn't quite quick enough for the brunette's liking so she plunged her hands into Deanne's hair and hauled her onto her knees just to secure a Standing Headscissors. Wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist, Castillo dipped her knees and muscled Triple D up onto the point of her right shoulder in what could've been a Canadian Backbreaker if she hadn't slipped her arms under Darr Davis' biceps and sank into a deep crouch to brace her foe's shins against her upper thighs. Gory Special complete, SIC alternately flexed and relaxed her arms to put more stress on Deanne's shoulders while also bouncing in place to wrench her spine out of alignment. “Did you take your supplements this morning, old woman?” as the full body stretch earned the first pained groans from Darr Davis. “I'd hate to be accused of breaking something that belongs in a museum!”
Deanne growled, shook her head 'no' when Merle closed in. “Gonna take more than a skinny little mama's girl to break me, sweet-pea.” she grunted. “You'd already know that if you'd grown up with any capable role modHHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Sylvia unhooked her right arm from around Deanne's left while still retaining possession of the right arm via a rough Wristlock. Controlling the captive limb in a death-grip, she carefully drew it out from behind her head and stretched it out against her own chest so she could snake her right arm around Darr Davis' throat and then—Sylvia hunkered forward to CRAAAAAAAAAAANK the veteran's spine with the hellacious stretch known as El Ramo Sangriento!
EL RAMO SANGRIENTO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeLoTZ8-vKA
“Anything else you'd like to add about my mother before your spine gives out, you tawdry hack?” Sylvia sneered at Deanne as she bent her into a shape the human body was not meant to assume.
“Shuuuuu... she clearly didn't raise you right!” Deanne was scrabbling and tugging at the arm cinched around her throat, albeit with very little success. “I'll have to tell her as such the next time she dares show her face in pubEEERRGGAAHHH!”
Sylvia jostled the torturous stretch that much harder and now it was the FAWNatics cheering for the veteran to hold on with a feverish 'PLEASE DON'T TAP!' chant! Give Deanne credit, she held on for longer than Sylvia would've expected, indeed a full ten seconds fell off the clock before the blonde flattened her left hand into a paddle and started swatting at Castillo's back. “GIVE!” she groaned to Merle. “I GIVE! MAKE THE LITTLE BRAT BREAK THE OOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Sylvia flung her down and planted a foot on the Tennessean's hip, the San Juan Romero Sadist already hoisting both hands high when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission... SYLVIA IVELISSE CASTILLO!”
The victrix allowed Merle to raise her hand for the gibbering masses, though she made no move to step away from the groaning blonde. Instead she nudged Darr Davis onto her back, then pivoted around and dropped into a seat on the blonde's tummy. “Scratched me up pretty good tonight, old woman.” Castillo ran her hands over Deanne's sloshing curves, but did not squeeze. “I can only assume you thought that such bitchiness foolishness would throw me off my rhythm, allow you to punish and embarrass me the way you've done to so many others for god knows how long. Unfortunately for you I was raised to deal with all your barbaric bullshit, as I'm sure you can tell by the Announcer's proclamation and your fresh collection of aches. But what you clearly DON'T know, old woman, is that this Hellcat you've unleashed only uses her claws when she's provoked.”
Sylvia reached down, took hold of the blonde's right wrist and pulled that arm off the mat.
“Guuuuhhhhh... get offa me, kid.” Deanne rasped.”You won, just leave it aleeerrrggghhhhhhh!”
Castillo ran her nails down the veteran's forearm, making her wince. “As I was saying. I only unsheathe my claws when I'm provoked. Otherwise... Castillo jerked the trapped limb closer and SANK her teeth into the meat of Deanne's forearm!
“OOOOHHHH STOP!” the blonde bucked and twisted, but couldn't escape the mount even after redoubling her efforts following a second, third and fourth chomp, each delivered somewhere between her shoulder and wrist. “SAVAGE BITCH!” Darr Davis' heels beat against the deck as she tried to fight free of the agonizing punishment. “GET YOUR NASTY NARROW ASS OFFA MEEEEEEEEEE!”
Sylvia bit down on her foe's fingers for good measure, then tossed her arm aside and got to her feet without so much as a word to Merle or the furious FAWNatics. The whole of her attention was on the camera, which she walked down after taking the time to wipe an invisible smear off her bottom lip.
“What you saw just now?” she told everyone on the other side. “That's only a taste of what I have planned for the Lightweight Division. Anyone interested in sharing this ring with me better find their A-game, then improve upon it because if you come at me with anything less I won't just tear you apart. I'll fucking eat you alive.”
Castillo shoved the camera aside and stormed through the ropes to head up the aisle while Merle and the concerned crowd stayed behind to check on the grimacing wreckage of the Baseball Valkyrie.