Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 14, 2014 14:06:46 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and is a Fawnamania rematch! Introducing first, she is FAWN‘s original bad girl, the catfighter‘s catfighter, a three-time former World and two-time former Tag Team champion…”
The house lights dipped and the crowd quieted to a dull roar but their excitement was palpable nonetheless. Shortly thereafter Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
A flurry of pyro cascaded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
They weren’t much as audiences went, but they were all she had and judging from their reaction they’d at least know how to react when she started working her magic. Thusly satisfied, she strutted down to the squared circle, hips swivelling with every self-assured step. For her rematch against the luckiest little masked freak FAWN had ever seen, the Imp sported a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes like they were the peak of Mt. Everest, Chrissy pointed a domineering finger down at the nearest camera and spat, “Fawnamania was the biggest fluke you‘ll ever see in your sad little lives! It was an embarrassment that never should’ve happened and tonight I make everything right by stuffing my fist right down that little turkey’s throat!” Promise made, she twisted around and hopped down to the canvas with a sturdy little thump. Her earlier swagger gone, Chrissy Daniel was all business as she stared daggers at the curtain through which her foe would soon appear.
The Announcer went on once the Beach Cat’s anthem faded away. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from somewhere far beyond the limits of gravity, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds weightless pounds. She is the Crimson Comet, the Roseate Rocket, the Maroon Meteor. She is the Girl That Gravity Forgot, we call her CHERRY BOMB!”
The Stargazers came to their feet with a roar just as the lights went out. Deep in the dark and murmuring buzz came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and a huge BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the centre of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
CHERRY BOMB:
Springing from the astrobleme left by her arrival Cherry Bomb offered a high energy salute to her fans (both carbon-based and other) then raced down the ramp in a blur of red, black and white. For her second go with the first ballot Hall of Famer she wore snazzy bright red bottoms accented by two black 'claw slashes' on each hip, a pair of white 'fangs' on the front and a cross-bred cherry time-bomb emblazoned on the tush. Her top was a long-sleeved sports bra done in an identical scheme, solid red with black and white slashes along the shoulders, décolletage and biceps. Kneepads were matching red and also sported the 'cherry bomb' glyph while her boots were shiny and black.
Her mask was full face save for a rounded arch that left her nostrils, lips and chin exposed, Cherry’s signature accessory was as red as her togs with black outlines around the eyes (which themselves were screened over white) and exposed arch. The laces up the back were white velvet and there was an aperture that allowed egress for a dark, lustrous ponytail that hung to just beneath her shoulders.
Possessed of a top gear matched only by (perhaps) Domi Daly, it took the Crimson Comet mere heartbeats to race down the ramp and when she reached the base she vaulted from the floor to the apron, then from the apron to the top rope. Bouncing from it as casually as earthlings drew breath; Cherry Bomb hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the centre of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, Cherry stomped to the middle of the ring and extended a fist to the Imp. Invisible detonator in hand, Cherry flicked up the top, then pressed the button to raise a thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “Remember what that felt like, Chrissy?” Cherry asked when the noise died down. Daniel raised her a pair of one finger salutes but otherwise held her tongue. “Guess not. Memory’s always the first to go, right? Don’t worry, I’ll remind you soon enough.” Eager to start running up the score, she backed to her corner and offered her wrists and knees to the zebra for final inspection.
The bell sounded and Chrissy exited the buckles in a slow, measured stalk, a marked contrast to her brash entrance at ‘Mania. Claiming the centre of the ring by Champion’s Privilege, she raised both hands to chest level and beckoned the Crimson Comet forward. “I’ve waited long enough you freaky little putz. You want some? Come get it.”
Cherry smiled but didn’t leave the corner. “Sure you don’t want to come and get me, Shrimp? After all, that worked so well last time.”
Daniel shook her head in disgust. She’d watched that match countless times since ‘Mania and she knew it’d been hers for the winning if she’d just paced herself a little better. No more falling into the rookie’s speed traps, no more charging into blind alleys, no more stupid mistakes. Tonight she defused the Bomb for good. Tomorrow she started her march back to the World Title. “Oh, I’ll come and get you, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Chrissy snarled. “But if I do, you’re not going to like it.”
Cherry pushed out of the corner, took a few steps forward then drew back to start. “Ya know, I WAS gonna come out there. But then you piqued my interest with that threat. You’re the one looking for redemption, Shrimp. You want it? I’m right here.”
“You little bytch, you’re gonna regret--” Chrissy came on fast, not a flat out run, but plenty quick enough to cut the distance between them in several long strides. Increasing her pace as she drew to within dancin’ distance, Daniel lunged and smacked the top turnbuckle in a fury when the Bomb tumbled beneath her grasping claws.
“So close!” Cherry told the blonde, her lips curved in that maddening grin. “Try again; I’ll adjust to your spe--”
The Imp came at her with a Clothesline, which Cherry avoided with a pirouette worthy of the Bolshoi Ballet. Locked and loaded before the Daniel started to turn around, the Maroon Meteor waited until she saw the whites of Chrissy’s eyes and then THWAPPED a swift kick against the meat of her right thigh. Chrissy yelped and staggered back a half step, giving Cherry more than enough time to THWAP an identical strike against her left thigh.
“Slick little shyt, you’re going to pay for OH NO YA DON’T!”
Cherry hopped into a Toe Kick aimed at the blonde’s tummy, luckily for Chrissy she managed to snatch hold of her ankle at the last possible second. Stuffing the captured limb under her left armpit, the Beach Cat crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the point of her elbow into the Bomb’s thigh once, twice, three times. “Oh yeah, that’s how it’s fahking done!” Chrissy cheered as her foe tried to swipe at her face to no avail. “Your luck’s run out, putz! It’s time everyone saw how big the fluke at ‘Mania really NNGHH!”
Cherry leapt up, turned her back on Daniel and THWHUMPED her left heel squarely into the blonde’s sternum with an Enzugiri-style Mule Kick. Quite unprepared for that early bit of jugg shock, Chrissy went reeling backward and collapsed into the nearest corner, her head resting just below the second turnbuckle. The Bomb on the other hand wasn’t resting at all, indeed she was a kinetic blur of red, black and white as she raced over to the buckles and snagged hold of the top rope. Planting one foot on the second strand she launched herself up at a near perfect forty-five degrees, then kicked her feet forward and swung in to THWHUMP them both against Chrissy’s vaunted rack. The recoil off the Dropkick allowed her to somersault back to the centre of the squared circle, meaning she had plenty of room when she sprang to boot leather.
ENZUGIRI STYLE MULE KICK & CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eg-ghWW5mUw
“COME ON!” Cherry slammed both fists against the canvas, then popped back up and stretched both arms wide. “WHAT’S WRONG, SHRIMP? IS THIS FLUKE KICKING YOUR SOFT, BULLYING ASS ALL OVER AGAIN?”
Almost choking on her own rage, Chrissy took a few deep breaths and managed to regain her feet without going off like Mount St. Helens. Speaking with a calm she most certainly did not feel, the Killer Imp murmured, “You’re going to find out just how soft my ass is when it’s nuzzled against your face, putz.”
The smile dropped away from Cherry’s face in the wake of her foe’s threat. “And you’re going to find out just how hard my heel is when it’s pressed down on your soft little gut.”
Translation?
Game. On. Bytch.
Chrissy stormed forward heedless of the danger and paid for it dearly when the Roseate Rocket spun around on her left foot and THWHAPPED the right into her midsection with an echoing Back Kick. The veteran doubled over around her aching abs only to reel back on her heels when Cherry drilled her between the eyes with an equally murderous Soccer Kick. That exposed Daniel’s midsection again so the masked marvel promptly gutted her with another Back Kick.
CHERRY FU @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSC0DIJdGfc
Those three blows finally sent Chrissy to her knees, so Cherry whirled around and sprinted to the ropes directly in front of her penitent prey. ’Twanging’ off the strands with a truly ridiculous head of steam built up, the Bomb was mere heartbeats from kicking Chrissy’s head off her shoulders when the blonde exploded off her knee and wrapped both arms around the lightweight’s torso. Up on her tiptoes in an instant, Daniel swung around a full three hundred and sixty degrees before laying out on her stomach to THAWHAM Cherry into the canvas courtesy of her Catspaw Side Slam.
CATSPAW SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzRPsUOEWIs
Bellowing with triumph while the Bomb’s head whiplashed off the mat, Chrissy slashed her arms in a ’that’s it!’ sort of gesture, then pounced atop Cherry’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Color Out Of Space kicked free and turned onto her side, back to the suddenly resurgent Imp. Feeling better than she had in two months, Chrissy wrapped the masked idiot’s ponytail around one fist and jerked her head off the mat. “Yeah, you’re faster than me kid, I’ll give you that. But that speed only means a better explosion when you crash into FAWN’s immovable object. Not gonna smash you flat all at once though, oh no. There’s a lot of other hard surfaces I want to introduce you to first.”
Cherry was too busy clutching at her ribs to respond so the blonde stood up and forced her foe to do the same. A Kneelift doubled Cherry over with no trouble at all, which allowed Chrissy to pull her into a tuff Standing Headscissors. Clearly relishing the grind of her thighs against the younger woman’s skull, Daniel raked her back a few times on general principle, then wrapped her arms around the Bomb’s waist and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Hands knotted tight between the swell of Cherry’s breasts, Chrissy dropped into a deep squat and straightened up fast to make the Canadian Backbreaker that much more unpleasant. This earned a groan from the trapped battler but no bawled capitulation, so Chrissy turned a quarter circle and repeated the tactic.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HETlOLbRU8
“Zero gravity ain’t so fun now, is it, putz?” the fireplug blonde taunted. “Sure doesn’t sound like it what with all the sobbing and begging.” She adopted a pleading falsetto and went on. “Oh please don’t hurt me, Chrissy! I’m sorry I tried to show you up! I’ll go back to jerking curtains like a good little jobBERRGGHH!”
Cherry crooked her right elbow and banged it down on the top of her attacker’s head. “Put me down, Shrimp.” the Crimson Comet grunted. “Or I’ll put another dent in your ugly ERRRHHH AAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Chrissy dipped into a third squat thrust and when she stood tall she shook the Bomb like a terrier shakes its favourite toy. “CALL ME SHRIMP ONE MORE TIME, BYTCH!” she roared. “JUST ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL BREAK YOU IN FAHKING HALNNNGGGHH!”
Cherry unleashed a whole fusillade of elbow strikes, forcing the former World Champ to protect her head instead of worrying about the Backbreaker. That was at least until Daniel abruptly broke her grip and snaked her left arm over the brunette’s right bicep. With blows to the head no longer a concern, Chrissy gave the Backbreaker one more hard shake, then turned toward a corner on the far side of the ring. “Guess we’re still not high enough for a space cadet like you.” she snarked to the groaning brunette. “Don’t worry, I’ll get your punk ass through the stratosphere before you know it.” On the heels of that promise she charged across the canvas and drove the Bomb tummy-first into the top turnbuckle with a gut-churning BWUUUNG!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER RAM @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=miOeTPa0u5c
Slopped loose of Daniel’s grip, Cherry tumbled into a sloppy perch in the high rent district, not that she was in any position to take advantage of it. Chrissy however was quick to mount the second rope and help herself to a double handful of ingénue noggin. “Get up, baby. C’mon, I know you like that view from the top! Get up and show all these ugly people just how high up we are.”
Hurting but not so much she didn’t realize this was a very bad place to be, the Girl that Gravity Forgot curled both hands and managed a few punches into the former World Champ’s ribs. Alas, they lacked almost all of her usual pop and the Killer Imp halted them with a single Headbutt between the eyes. After that it was simply an issue of getting Cherry to stand and once that was accomplished Chrissy slapped on a tight Bear Hug. One cheek resting comfortably against the Bomb’s modest bosom, Daniel treated her foe to a hard squeeeeeeeeeeeeze and murmured, “Putz fall down, go boom.” ‘Boom’ was barely off her lips when Chrissy popped her hips and dropped backward, using a heady combination of gravity and her own strength to fling Cherry more than halfway across the ring with an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex.
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuhBMnhir3s
The BOOM of Cherry’s return to terra firma was immediately dwarfed by the voices of several thousand FAWNatics urging their heroine to fight free of the brawny cradle Chrissy secured the moment she regained her bearings. Squirm as she might, the Bomb guttered quite uselessly through…
ONE…
TWO…
Cherry shot an arm into the air, breaking the count with a second to go. Daniel leaned back on her haunches and showed three fingers to the official, who answered with two. Oddly unperturbed by this, the Beach Cat sank a claw into the nape of Cherry’s neck and made her crawl a little before dragging her to verticality. “How those ribs doin’, putz? Having a hard time breathing yet? No? That’s good, that’s real good.”
The Bomb hadn’t actually said anything, but Daniel took silence for consent so she snuggled in against the Roseate Rocket’s left side, bent over and looped her right arm across opposing waist. Once she’d braced her right arm across Cherry’s calves, the Imp bundled her up like a cord of gorgeous firewood, then swung around in a gaudy half circle and dropped to one knee, thus THWHUMPING the small of Cherry’s spine atop the brawniest part of her thigh.
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMlW0QcpVpg
“I love it when they’re flexible,” Daniel purred as the Backbreaker sent a violent jolt through the masked marvel’s supple frame. “Just enough bend to make a really nice arch before they SNAP!”
Cherry didn’t feel like she was going to snap, but she sure as hell wasn’t at her best, not with the fireplug blonde pressing down on her chin and left thigh. All but immobilized by the debilitating hold, she kept one hand wrapped around the hand pressing on her chin and the other waggling a steady ‘no’ to the ref, who’d stayed close to the action ever since that thunderous Suplex.
While plainly delighted that the crown of Cherry’s head was getting closer and closer to the mat, Chrissy was less enamoured of the fact that her younger opponent had yet to throw in the towel. Pressing harder on both sides of the Backbreaker, she bounced her knee up n’ down and demanded, “Give it up, bytch! There’s nowhere to go!”
The ref must’ve thought the same thing because he leaned in close and added, “What do you say, Cherry? If it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll get you out!”
Chrissy snorted. “Don’t fahking bet on it, putz. The only way you’re getting out of this is with my permission and every second you make me wait makes me less and less generOOOOWWW! HAIR! REF, SHE’S GOT MY NNNGGHH!”
Cherry did indeed have a handful of hair and the zebra was quick to admonish her for it. Unfortunately for the Killer Imp a mere warning wasn’t enough to stop the Crimson Comet from whipping her right knee up into the side of Chrissy’s head. Daniel grunted and her Chinlock slipped, so the Bomb tugged her head down again and THUNKED off a second Kneelift. “Nice try.” the Beach Cat growled after she’d regained both grips. “But you’re not going anywhere unless it’s onto a stretchNNNNGGHH!”
Cherry decked her with the hardest Kneelift yet and the stars that went off behind Daniel’s eyes were enough to convince her it was time for a new tactic. Shoving the Bomb off her knee, she rubbed her temples for a moment, then knotted both hands into a Double Axehandle and slammed it into Cherry’s lower back before the brunette could do more than rise to all fours.
“All right putz, I’ve been nice long enough.” Chrissy growled as she got to her feet in front of the prone battler. “Time to put you in the bottom of a crater for good.”
Wedging Cherry’s head between her thighs, the Imp leaned down and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s gulping waist. When her hands were locked she dipped her knees and positively whipped Cherry up onto her shoulders, a domineering show of strength that would’ve been all the more impressive if it hadn’t ended so badly for her. Using Daniel’s own momentum to wrench herself free of the Powerbomb, the Maroon Meteor caught Chrissy’s melon in a Front Facelock and sat out on her tush to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the mat with a DDT from deep in left field.
AND IT WAS GOING SO WELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Only vaguely aware of what’d happened, Chrissy bounced to one knee and put a hand against her face in an attempt to quell the hellacious throbbing. This might’ve worked given world enough and time, but Cherry was on the move again and she would grant neither. Bounding off the ropes on Daniel’s six; the Bomb vaulted over her vulnerable adversary in an effortless leapfrog and hooked her right leg across the back of Chrissy’s head as she passed. Gravity caught up with both of them then, but where the Crimson Comet landed with little fanfare, the former FAWN World Champ SLAMMED down flat on her face then bounced over onto her back.
LEAPFROG FAMASSER (1st example)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UHgQXWX2NU
Cherry was quick to sidle in and she would’ve gone for a cover if Chrissy hadn’t rolled again and fought to one knee. “Damn, who knew shrimps had such hard heads?” The Interstellar Angel looked around the squared circle and quickly noted that the Imp was pointed straight at the hard camera. “Oh, they’re gonna love this angle, honey.”
Hurrying to the ropes, she took the top in both hands and leapt over onto the apron as casually as a normal person stepped off the curb. Shot lined up well in advance, Cherry treated one side of the arena and all the viewers at home to a waggle of her hips, thus ensuring they were firmly on her side by the time Chrissy pushed to her knees. Leaping onto the rubber-coated steel just as Daniel started to rise, the Color out of Space leapt out into the void with her legs splayed at hip level. Rather than try for a ‘Rana of any variety she snagged Chrissy’s head in her hands, and, taking a page out of Maddy Crane’s playbook, she sat out and THWHAMMED the Beach Cat into a hellacious face and chest-first collision with the canvas.
SPRINGBOARD FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYTle2Ic9sI
Chrissy flopped like a doll dropped from a respectable height but AGAIN she started to stir before the Interstellar Angel could try for a cover. Electing to try something a little outside her wheelhouse, Cherry let Chrissy make it to all fours, then stepped in close and applied a Standing Headscissors. “Tried a Powerbomb last time and it didn’t go too well.” she explained while securing a Waistlock. “This though, I think this’ll work.” Hands locked she bent her knees and earned a round of applause from the FAWNatics when she hoisted Chrissy upside down. “This might not be ‘Mania,” she told the upended Imp, “but it’ll still make for a great Gladiatrix insert.” Then she hopped up and kicked her legs forward to land firmly on her tush while Daniel THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull. Chrissy bounced up and collapsed onto her back, the glassy-eyed blonde finally forced to look up at the lights after the most ferocious head-drop yet.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y94_SgEPHKo
Relishing her show of big girl power, Cherry scrambled into place off the veteran’s left side. Soon as she was set the Roseate Rocket launched herself into a head-first back-flip that ended with her THWHUMPING down on opposing tummy via a flawless Standing Shooting Star Press. Chrissy’s legs kicked up as the air whooshed out of her lungs, so Cherry hooked the near leg and held on tight through…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aztHiyZM4UY
ONE…
TWO…
The Beach Cat shoved loose right at ‘TWO!’ proving she still had a lot to offer despite the repeated head traumas. Refusing to be discouraged by Daniel’s resilience, the Bomb moved into place above her head, then hoisted the woozy warrior to a partial seat. “You seem pretty determined to drag some quit out of me, Shrimp.” the masked brunette noted while she tucked Chrissy’s left arm under her left armpit. “Wonder how deep down I’ll have to go before I find the quitter in you?”
Chrissy shook her head to clear it, then reached over with her right arm in hopes of freeing her left. “Sorry putz,” she grunted, “you don’t have a shovel big enough to get any quit out of HEY! LEGGO DAMMIT! I SAID LEGGO!”
No such luck, Cherry had hooked her right leg around Chrissy’s elbow, then pulled it back and laid out on her left side. Crossing her ankles secured the fireplug blonde’s right arm in a pretty good Scissors, which in conjunction with the barred left arm added up to an equally effective Crucifix.
Momentarily trapped, Chrissy smacked her heels against the canvas, then planted them flat and bridged up, trying to work her way out of the predicament. Cherry let her try even though she knew it wouldn’t work, the Crimson Comet just wanted to make sure her foe’s tummy was nice and taut when she curled her right hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it into Daniel’s midsection. Chrissy’s bridge collapsed and her temper went right along with it because the Bomb added on several more sharp little punches before she brushed aside some of the fringe and sank her tines deeeeeeeeeep into the blonde’s exposed belly.
“There’s definitely a lot here to shovel!” Cherry chided as she kneaded her foe’s midsection life stiff dough. “But I’m patient and hey, you’re not going anywhere, are you, quitter?”
Chrissy pulled her chin into the top of her cleavage then whipped her head back, driving a miniature Headbutt into the trim expanse of the Bomb’s abdominals. “You’re making a big mistake, putz. When I get out of here you’re gonna ggrrrhhhh AAAHHHH UGLY LITTLE SHYT!”
Cherry shifted her grip so that her index finger went deep into the Imp’s navel, allowing her an even better grip when she resumed her squeezing. “Don’t get sore, Chrissy. I’m just making sure my landing pad is nice and tender for later on. Wouldn’t wanna break anything now would I?”
Chrissy snarled a curse and slammed her heels against the canvas once again, mostly because it was the only thing she could do at the moment. Seeing this, the ref closed in and dropped to one knee. “How you doing, Chrissy? Need me to call it?”
“Not unless you want your next call to be to intensive care.” the blonde growled. “Back off. I’ve got thisMMMMERRRGGHHH!”
The Interstellar Angel stopped clawing and started smothering, fitting her right hand over Chrissy’s mouth and nose with surgical neatness. Unprepared for that sort of tactic from the masked weirdo, Chrissy jerked her head to and fro and managed to escape for a moment. Then Cherry slapped her cheek sharply and reapplied the Palm Smother, making it a point to cover the struggling beauty’s mouth and nose. “Ready to quit yet, Shrimp?” Cherry asked once a good ten seconds had ticked off the fight clock. The Killer Imp made a noise that sounded a lot like ‘vacuum’ but probably wasn’t nearly so polite, so Cherry pinched her nose one more time, then shifted back to that belly-chewing claw grip.
Grateful for air despite the pain in her gut, Chrissy sucked in several deep breaths and gasped, “What’s wrong, kiddo? Didn’t think you could get it done with the smother? Between you and me, knocking me out is the only hope you’ve got.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” the Bomb asked. “It sure feels like my little biscuit is getting a lot softer.” She proved as much by giving Chrissy’s tummy another hard squeeze.
Daniel grimaced, but kept her voice smug when she answered. “Please. You could work that until the bell rang and it wouldn’t make a damned bit of difference. Your dainty little girl hands aren’t perfect for smothering either, but at least they’ve got a shot.”
Cherry bristled at the sound of ‘dainty’ so she punched the Beach Cat’s belly one more time, then let her curved palm hang ominously over blonde trunks. “You were saying, Shrimp?”
“Do your worst, assholNNNGGHH!” Cherry smacked her foe’s centre once, then reached up to secure the Palm Smother yet again. She was inches from success when Chrissy darted her head forward and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between thumb and forefinger.
Yowling in surprise and pain, the Bomb tried to jerk her hand free and in doing so helped Chrissy squirm her way to a better seat. While her arms were still unavailable the blonde’s legs were back in play and she wasted no time in struggling to one knee. Working slower than she would’ve liked in order to maintain her balance, Chrissy eventually made it to vertical and shrugged Cherry into what was essentially a Fireman’s Carry.
Finally spitting the ingenue’s hand from her maw, Chrissy smirked and panted, “Gotcha now, putz.” Strapping the Bomb down as tight as she could, Daniel pointed herself toward a corner on the far side of the ring and charged it flat out. At the last moment she turned her left shoulder toward the turnbuckles and angled it down, meaning the thinly-padded steel ring BWUUUNGED home between the younger’s woman’s shoulders. The impact sent a violent thrum through the Imp’s shoulders but she endured it with a grin because she knew it had to be that much worse for the space case. Able to work her arms into a more traditional Fireman’s carry after the turnbuckle ram, Chrissy backed out of the corner, turned around and jogged to mid-ring before she hopped up and rolled forward to THWHUMP Cherry’s spine against the mat with a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam.
ROLLING FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jytpqd6xrCI
Most wrestlers would’ve released upon impact but that’s because most wrestlers didn’t have access to the Beach Cat’s explosive power. Holding on tight as she came out on the other side, Daniel stood up with Cherry draped atop her shoulders, though the brunette was far less enthusiastic in her squirming at the moment. Delighted by the worried murmur that rippled through the FAWNatics, Chrissy strutted to middle ring and turning in a slow circle, said, “You idiots want to see this loser sucked into a black hole?”
They replied with an overwhelming negative, not that it did a damned thing to stop the Imp from kicking off a series of increasingly faster revolutions. After ten seconds and twice as many spins, Chrissy stamped on the brakes, rocked back on her heels and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Cherry down flat with a picture-perfect Samoan Drop.
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRvRdWYIDVU
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQsAi6JpKbQ
The Bomb hit hard and rolled onto her side only to be stretched out on her back so the Killer Imp could slide forward and turn out the lights with a snug Reverse Face Sit. Taunting the fans with a brawny double bicep flex, Chrissy bounced up n’ down, forcing the trapped, flailing lass to carry her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Imp hadn’t bothered to secure her opponent’s arms before settling in for the ride and it cost her when Cherry palmed both hands against her buns and pushed as hard as she could. Chrissy sprawled forward but got her hands down in time to keep from kissing canvas, not that the save did anything to improve her mood. “You outclassed little snot, why won’t you just stay down?” she barked in the midst of hauling the Bomb up with a double handful of ponytail. “Know what? It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t fucking matter because I’m about to MAKE you stay down.”
Abandoning her hair-hold for a Wristlock, she jerked Cherry into a rude Kneelift, then shouldered her backward and shifted just enough to point the lightweight phenom toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Confident though she was after wresting control of the match from her foe, Daniel knew damned well that distance was her enemy as far as this putz was concerned so she took off down Cherry’s back-trail almost as soon as she’d released the Wristlock.
Dangerously ignorant of the miniature freight train barrelling down the tracks behind her, the Crimson Comet managed to hit the brakes at the last second, giving her just enough time to spin around and THAWHUMP! Chrissy sprang and led with her vaunted chest, the Beach Cat’s pounce using every bit of her hundred and twenty odd pounds to crush the Bomb between her sturdy frame and the unforgiving buckles. Hooking both arms over the top rope so she could keep leeeeeeeaaaning her weight into the faltering brunette, Chrissy cooed, “Kinda hard to get up to cruisin’ speed when you can’t even draw a breath, isn’t it, putz?” The Bomb grunted and tried to shove her attacker away, much to Daniel’s cackling delight. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, little girl! In fact I’m gonna crawl inside those slutty little trunks of yours so I can feel the exact moment you start to bawl!”
The ref was starting to get antsy so Chrissy helped herself to another Wristlock, stepped back and flung Cherry across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. “TAKE YOUR PICTURES NOW, LOSERS!” she bellowed to the jeering FAWNatics. “CUZ LITTLE MISS SPACE ALIEN IS ABOUT TO HAVE HER SKINNY ASS DEFUSED!”
This pronouncement was followed by a cheeky little kiss blown in Cherry’s direction, a kiss that was quickly overtaken when the Imp charged the corner in a flat out sprint. Lifting off from about three feet out, Daniel led with chest thrust forward and arms angled back and BWUUUUNG! The Girl that Gravity Forgot spun aside with a whisper to spare, leaving the dive bombing blonde to slam tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Robbed of breath at the worst possible time, Chrissy staggered back, turned around and walked right into a CRAAACKING Super Kick from the Bomb.
“Oh yeah Shrimp, that’s right where I want’cha.” Cherry huffed when the discombobulated diva slopped heavily against the buckles. “You just rest right there and I’ll tuck you in for the night.” Coming in behind a lowered shoulder, the Bomb spiked her opponent’s gut with every bit of spite she could muster, then wrapped Chrissy up around the thighs and muscled her onto the top turnbuckle. From there she sprang onto the third floor and grabbed a double handful of the blonde’s sweaty locks. Perched comfortably in a very dangerous place, Cherry pulled Chrissy’s face forward and treated her to a few hard seconds of cheek on tummy buffing before she hopped up and scissored her legs around the veteran’s head. From there she locked her ankles, popped her hips and… let out a startled shriek when she got stuck hanging upside down instead of tossing her burden to the canvas with an Avalanche Hurricanrana.
Part of the problem, ok, the ONLY problem, was that Daniel had coiled her arms around Cherry’s thighs and held on tight. Dangling her adversary like a fish on a hook, Chrissy sneered, “Oh, did you want down, putz? Lemme help you with that.” Cherry certainly didn’t want or need the Killer Imp’s assistance, alas the choice was taken out of her hands when Chrissy hooked one leg and then the other over the brunette’s exposed arms. Standing up amidst a growing murmur of alarm from the crowd, Chrissy tipped them a condescending wink, then hopped off and dropped forward, angling the fall so that she landed on her knees whereas poor Cherry Bomb THWHAMMED down full force on her chest and tummy. Baring her teeth as she rode out the aftershocks of her thunderous counter, Daniel rolled over onto her tush, a move that drew Cherry over onto her back and trapped her in a sort of makeshift Sunset Flip. With the putz shoulders down and ass up, Chrissy braced one hand against the mat and the other against Cherry’s left calf, keeping her folded up tight through…
EXPLOSIVE MISFIRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR6_hvEQoIw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Bomb summoned a spark from down deep and wrenched free of Chrissy’s control, leaving the blonde wide-eyed with disbelief and disgust. Stunned to silence by the weirdo’s escape, Daniel shoved Cherry over onto her back, then knee-walked over to her feet and took one in each hand.
“I was gonna save this for my next run-in with London.” Chrissy growled once she’d returned to boot-leather. “But now the whole world will get to see it break you first!”
With Cherry’s feet tucked neatly away the Killer Imp laid out on her back, which peeled the Bomb off the canvas and planted her facedown with a weary THUMP. Rolling through to a seat on the small of her foe’s back, Chrissy kept Cherry’s boots trapped under her armpits so she could reach down with her hands and seize the masked brunette’s wrists. Then she got to her feet and yanked Cherry a good six inches off the mat with a hold that combined the best of the Boston Crab and the Baby Swing. Holding her bundle tight, Chrissy rocked the Crimson Comet back n’ forth, putting that much more pressure on her knees, lower back and shoulders.
BEACH CAT'S CRADLE @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNeTA0W1Hm0
Cherry, who’d been pretty much silent since the ‘Rana went south, howled to life, shaking her head wildly ‘no’ as she tried to jerk loose of Daniel’s trap. But the Beach Cat Cradle held fast and she could only wail as Chrissy kept up the torturous rocking. “How ya doin’ down there, putz?” Chrissy teased mercilessly. “Sounds like you’re cranky and ready for bed! You want mama Chrissy to tuck you in?”
“AAAAARRRGGGHHHH NOOOOOOOO!” Cherry shouted. “SCREW YOU, SHRIMP, I’M NOT GONNA AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWWD STAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Chrissy swung her even harder, the wicked pendulum motion so deep the Bomb’s chin almost scraped the canvas with every pass. “What was that, bytch? I couldn’t quite hear you over all the snivelling and sobbing! I said are you ready for me to tuck you in?”
“AAAAAAHHHHH SHHIIIITTTTTT NOOOOOOOOO ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! I GIVE! I GIVE! LEMME GOOOOOOOO!”
That was enough for the ref, who immediately called for the bell. Chrissy however kept the Cradle locked in deep. “I asked you a question, little girl? Are. You. Ready. For. Bed?”
She punctuated each word with a spine-stretching swing. “AAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK! YES!” Cherry bawled. “YES! I’M READY FOR BED! JUST LEMME GOUUUNNNNNGGGH!”
Chrissy hopped up and dropped to her butt, effectively transforming her finisher back to a Boston Crab, albeit one that slammed Cherry chest-first into the mat. Tossing her defeated foe’s legs aside, Chrissy lifted up just enough to roll the Bomb over, then slid back and settled her leather and fringe sheathed ass atop Cherry’s face. It was about that time the Announcer confirmed what everyone already knew. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CHRISSY DANIEL!”
Chrissy celebrated by grabbing a handful of Cherry’s tummy, payback for an earlier humiliation. Quite pleased by the sensation of the brunette’s cries reverberating against her ass, the Killer Imp located the nearest cameraman and beckoned him in close. After a slow, languid grind of her hips, she said, “This message is for Cherry Bomb… after she wakes up of course. As I’m sure you remember, I submitted your putz ass in the middle of the ring, then sat on your face until you passed out. Which is right about….. now.”
Chrissy held up an index finger, then reached out and jabbed it into the centre of Cherry’s trunks to no response. Satisfied she’d proven her claim, the former FAWN World Champ went on. “At the moment you are sniffling oblivious loser tears into my ass and loving every second of it. You’re loving it SO MUCH that I could peel off that fugly mask right now and show everyone the smudgy-faced bytch who’s hiding underneath. But I’m not gonna do that. Because as much as I hate to admit it, our little series is tied. Won’t be tied for long though, trust me on that. Because the next time we fight, I’m gonna make sure you’re awake when the bell sounds. And you’re gonna be awake when I rip that damned mask off and feed it to you. Now get outta my face, moron! I got a ride to finish!”
Not wanting to incur the Imp’s notorious wrath, the cameraman pulled away, leaving Chrissy to enjoy the spoils of her victory until the ref and a handful of technicians finally coaxed her from her slumbering mount.
The house lights dipped and the crowd quieted to a dull roar but their excitement was palpable nonetheless. Shortly thereafter Van Halen's ‘Beautiful Girls’ erupted from the sound system, the unmistakable sound of Eddie Van Halen's signature riff tearing through the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen, she is the LEGEND, THE ICONOCLAST, THE KILLER IMP HERSELF… CHHHRRRIIISSSYYY DAAANNNIIIEEELLL!!!!!”
A flurry of pyro cascaded from the rafters in time with the thunderous drum roll, their fiery white sparks illuminating the cavernous space in a momentarily blinding light. When it faded Chrissy Daniel stood atop the ramp. hands on her hips, she turned her head to scan the crowd, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smugly mischievous smile.
CHRISSY DANIEL:
They weren’t much as audiences went, but they were all she had and judging from their reaction they’d at least know how to react when she started working her magic. Thusly satisfied, she strutted down to the squared circle, hips swivelling with every self-assured step. For her rematch against the luckiest little masked freak FAWN had ever seen, the Imp sported a shiny leather two piece, somewhere between silver and black with copious amounts of fringe—at the hips, covering the crotch and bum, from the strap of the top across her back and particularly from her bosom, extending virtually to her waist, but still offering an excellent view of infernal midsection. The fringe also featured on her kneepads, all but obscuring her brown boots. Taking the stairs at a slow stalk, Daniel slipped through the strands after a tawdry waggle of her hips. Once inside the squared circle she flipped her lustrous hair back with one hand, then threw a few shadow jabs en route to her corner.
Ascending the ropes like they were the peak of Mt. Everest, Chrissy pointed a domineering finger down at the nearest camera and spat, “Fawnamania was the biggest fluke you‘ll ever see in your sad little lives! It was an embarrassment that never should’ve happened and tonight I make everything right by stuffing my fist right down that little turkey’s throat!” Promise made, she twisted around and hopped down to the canvas with a sturdy little thump. Her earlier swagger gone, Chrissy Daniel was all business as she stared daggers at the curtain through which her foe would soon appear.
The Announcer went on once the Beach Cat’s anthem faded away. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from somewhere far beyond the limits of gravity, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and ten pounds weightless pounds. She is the Crimson Comet, the Roseate Rocket, the Maroon Meteor. She is the Girl That Gravity Forgot, we call her CHERRY BOMB!”
The Stargazers came to their feet with a roar just as the lights went out. Deep in the dark and murmuring buzz came a thumping drum and a matched set of snapping fingers, the two bits of percussion bouncing to and fro in a rat-a-tat riff. A keening guitar note joined the beat and a few seconds later the situation got brighter in no small part due to the tongue of flame that licked at the base of the ramp. As the note held steady, the fire set off on a beeline for the top of the ramp.
The wick shrank in time with the arrival of more guitars and a huge BOOM of red pyro that almost swallowed the first verse of ’Comeback Kid’. From the centre of this flash and flame a figure emerged, shooting up from the floor to land flawlessly before the capacity crowd.
CHERRY BOMB:
Springing from the astrobleme left by her arrival Cherry Bomb offered a high energy salute to her fans (both carbon-based and other) then raced down the ramp in a blur of red, black and white. For her second go with the first ballot Hall of Famer she wore snazzy bright red bottoms accented by two black 'claw slashes' on each hip, a pair of white 'fangs' on the front and a cross-bred cherry time-bomb emblazoned on the tush. Her top was a long-sleeved sports bra done in an identical scheme, solid red with black and white slashes along the shoulders, décolletage and biceps. Kneepads were matching red and also sported the 'cherry bomb' glyph while her boots were shiny and black.
Her mask was full face save for a rounded arch that left her nostrils, lips and chin exposed, Cherry’s signature accessory was as red as her togs with black outlines around the eyes (which themselves were screened over white) and exposed arch. The laces up the back were white velvet and there was an aperture that allowed egress for a dark, lustrous ponytail that hung to just beneath her shoulders.
Possessed of a top gear matched only by (perhaps) Domi Daly, it took the Crimson Comet mere heartbeats to race down the ramp and when she reached the base she vaulted from the floor to the apron, then from the apron to the top rope. Bouncing from it as casually as earthlings drew breath; Cherry Bomb hooked a sharp turn to the left, hit the adjoining set of strands and went soaring into a gorgeous back flip that set her back in the centre of the ring. Then she was off again, the Roseate Rocket rounding on one heel to sprint to the far side of the squared circle. At the ropes in an instant, she caught the top and middle in both hands, leapt and twirled over the third strand in a Tiger Feint Kick that ’swicked’ through the air.
Back in the ring a heartbeat later, Cherry stomped to the middle of the ring and extended a fist to the Imp. Invisible detonator in hand, Cherry flicked up the top, then pressed the button to raise a thunderous ‘BOOOOOOOM!’ from her fans. “Remember what that felt like, Chrissy?” Cherry asked when the noise died down. Daniel raised her a pair of one finger salutes but otherwise held her tongue. “Guess not. Memory’s always the first to go, right? Don’t worry, I’ll remind you soon enough.” Eager to start running up the score, she backed to her corner and offered her wrists and knees to the zebra for final inspection.
The bell sounded and Chrissy exited the buckles in a slow, measured stalk, a marked contrast to her brash entrance at ‘Mania. Claiming the centre of the ring by Champion’s Privilege, she raised both hands to chest level and beckoned the Crimson Comet forward. “I’ve waited long enough you freaky little putz. You want some? Come get it.”
Cherry smiled but didn’t leave the corner. “Sure you don’t want to come and get me, Shrimp? After all, that worked so well last time.”
Daniel shook her head in disgust. She’d watched that match countless times since ‘Mania and she knew it’d been hers for the winning if she’d just paced herself a little better. No more falling into the rookie’s speed traps, no more charging into blind alleys, no more stupid mistakes. Tonight she defused the Bomb for good. Tomorrow she started her march back to the World Title. “Oh, I’ll come and get you, don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Chrissy snarled. “But if I do, you’re not going to like it.”
Cherry pushed out of the corner, took a few steps forward then drew back to start. “Ya know, I WAS gonna come out there. But then you piqued my interest with that threat. You’re the one looking for redemption, Shrimp. You want it? I’m right here.”
“You little bytch, you’re gonna regret--” Chrissy came on fast, not a flat out run, but plenty quick enough to cut the distance between them in several long strides. Increasing her pace as she drew to within dancin’ distance, Daniel lunged and smacked the top turnbuckle in a fury when the Bomb tumbled beneath her grasping claws.
“So close!” Cherry told the blonde, her lips curved in that maddening grin. “Try again; I’ll adjust to your spe--”
The Imp came at her with a Clothesline, which Cherry avoided with a pirouette worthy of the Bolshoi Ballet. Locked and loaded before the Daniel started to turn around, the Maroon Meteor waited until she saw the whites of Chrissy’s eyes and then THWAPPED a swift kick against the meat of her right thigh. Chrissy yelped and staggered back a half step, giving Cherry more than enough time to THWAP an identical strike against her left thigh.
“Slick little shyt, you’re going to pay for OH NO YA DON’T!”
Cherry hopped into a Toe Kick aimed at the blonde’s tummy, luckily for Chrissy she managed to snatch hold of her ankle at the last possible second. Stuffing the captured limb under her left armpit, the Beach Cat crooked her right arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the point of her elbow into the Bomb’s thigh once, twice, three times. “Oh yeah, that’s how it’s fahking done!” Chrissy cheered as her foe tried to swipe at her face to no avail. “Your luck’s run out, putz! It’s time everyone saw how big the fluke at ‘Mania really NNGHH!”
Cherry leapt up, turned her back on Daniel and THWHUMPED her left heel squarely into the blonde’s sternum with an Enzugiri-style Mule Kick. Quite unprepared for that early bit of jugg shock, Chrissy went reeling backward and collapsed into the nearest corner, her head resting just below the second turnbuckle. The Bomb on the other hand wasn’t resting at all, indeed she was a kinetic blur of red, black and white as she raced over to the buckles and snagged hold of the top rope. Planting one foot on the second strand she launched herself up at a near perfect forty-five degrees, then kicked her feet forward and swung in to THWHUMP them both against Chrissy’s vaunted rack. The recoil off the Dropkick allowed her to somersault back to the centre of the squared circle, meaning she had plenty of room when she sprang to boot leather.
ENZUGIRI STYLE MULE KICK & CORNER DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eg-ghWW5mUw
“COME ON!” Cherry slammed both fists against the canvas, then popped back up and stretched both arms wide. “WHAT’S WRONG, SHRIMP? IS THIS FLUKE KICKING YOUR SOFT, BULLYING ASS ALL OVER AGAIN?”
Almost choking on her own rage, Chrissy took a few deep breaths and managed to regain her feet without going off like Mount St. Helens. Speaking with a calm she most certainly did not feel, the Killer Imp murmured, “You’re going to find out just how soft my ass is when it’s nuzzled against your face, putz.”
The smile dropped away from Cherry’s face in the wake of her foe’s threat. “And you’re going to find out just how hard my heel is when it’s pressed down on your soft little gut.”
Translation?
Game. On. Bytch.
Chrissy stormed forward heedless of the danger and paid for it dearly when the Roseate Rocket spun around on her left foot and THWHAPPED the right into her midsection with an echoing Back Kick. The veteran doubled over around her aching abs only to reel back on her heels when Cherry drilled her between the eyes with an equally murderous Soccer Kick. That exposed Daniel’s midsection again so the masked marvel promptly gutted her with another Back Kick.
CHERRY FU @ 1:05
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSC0DIJdGfc
Those three blows finally sent Chrissy to her knees, so Cherry whirled around and sprinted to the ropes directly in front of her penitent prey. ’Twanging’ off the strands with a truly ridiculous head of steam built up, the Bomb was mere heartbeats from kicking Chrissy’s head off her shoulders when the blonde exploded off her knee and wrapped both arms around the lightweight’s torso. Up on her tiptoes in an instant, Daniel swung around a full three hundred and sixty degrees before laying out on her stomach to THAWHAM Cherry into the canvas courtesy of her Catspaw Side Slam.
CATSPAW SIDE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzRPsUOEWIs
Bellowing with triumph while the Bomb’s head whiplashed off the mat, Chrissy slashed her arms in a ’that’s it!’ sort of gesture, then pounced atop Cherry’s chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Color Out Of Space kicked free and turned onto her side, back to the suddenly resurgent Imp. Feeling better than she had in two months, Chrissy wrapped the masked idiot’s ponytail around one fist and jerked her head off the mat. “Yeah, you’re faster than me kid, I’ll give you that. But that speed only means a better explosion when you crash into FAWN’s immovable object. Not gonna smash you flat all at once though, oh no. There’s a lot of other hard surfaces I want to introduce you to first.”
Cherry was too busy clutching at her ribs to respond so the blonde stood up and forced her foe to do the same. A Kneelift doubled Cherry over with no trouble at all, which allowed Chrissy to pull her into a tuff Standing Headscissors. Clearly relishing the grind of her thighs against the younger woman’s skull, Daniel raked her back a few times on general principle, then wrapped her arms around the Bomb’s waist and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. Hands knotted tight between the swell of Cherry’s breasts, Chrissy dropped into a deep squat and straightened up fast to make the Canadian Backbreaker that much more unpleasant. This earned a groan from the trapped battler but no bawled capitulation, so Chrissy turned a quarter circle and repeated the tactic.
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HETlOLbRU8
“Zero gravity ain’t so fun now, is it, putz?” the fireplug blonde taunted. “Sure doesn’t sound like it what with all the sobbing and begging.” She adopted a pleading falsetto and went on. “Oh please don’t hurt me, Chrissy! I’m sorry I tried to show you up! I’ll go back to jerking curtains like a good little jobBERRGGHH!”
Cherry crooked her right elbow and banged it down on the top of her attacker’s head. “Put me down, Shrimp.” the Crimson Comet grunted. “Or I’ll put another dent in your ugly ERRRHHH AAAAARRRGGGHHH!”
Chrissy dipped into a third squat thrust and when she stood tall she shook the Bomb like a terrier shakes its favourite toy. “CALL ME SHRIMP ONE MORE TIME, BYTCH!” she roared. “JUST ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL BREAK YOU IN FAHKING HALNNNGGGHH!”
Cherry unleashed a whole fusillade of elbow strikes, forcing the former World Champ to protect her head instead of worrying about the Backbreaker. That was at least until Daniel abruptly broke her grip and snaked her left arm over the brunette’s right bicep. With blows to the head no longer a concern, Chrissy gave the Backbreaker one more hard shake, then turned toward a corner on the far side of the ring. “Guess we’re still not high enough for a space cadet like you.” she snarked to the groaning brunette. “Don’t worry, I’ll get your punk ass through the stratosphere before you know it.” On the heels of that promise she charged across the canvas and drove the Bomb tummy-first into the top turnbuckle with a gut-churning BWUUUNG!
CANADIAN BACKBREAKER RAM @ 00:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=miOeTPa0u5c
Slopped loose of Daniel’s grip, Cherry tumbled into a sloppy perch in the high rent district, not that she was in any position to take advantage of it. Chrissy however was quick to mount the second rope and help herself to a double handful of ingénue noggin. “Get up, baby. C’mon, I know you like that view from the top! Get up and show all these ugly people just how high up we are.”
Hurting but not so much she didn’t realize this was a very bad place to be, the Girl that Gravity Forgot curled both hands and managed a few punches into the former World Champ’s ribs. Alas, they lacked almost all of her usual pop and the Killer Imp halted them with a single Headbutt between the eyes. After that it was simply an issue of getting Cherry to stand and once that was accomplished Chrissy slapped on a tight Bear Hug. One cheek resting comfortably against the Bomb’s modest bosom, Daniel treated her foe to a hard squeeeeeeeeeeeeze and murmured, “Putz fall down, go boom.” ‘Boom’ was barely off her lips when Chrissy popped her hips and dropped backward, using a heady combination of gravity and her own strength to fling Cherry more than halfway across the ring with an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex.
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuhBMnhir3s
The BOOM of Cherry’s return to terra firma was immediately dwarfed by the voices of several thousand FAWNatics urging their heroine to fight free of the brawny cradle Chrissy secured the moment she regained her bearings. Squirm as she might, the Bomb guttered quite uselessly through…
ONE…
TWO…
Cherry shot an arm into the air, breaking the count with a second to go. Daniel leaned back on her haunches and showed three fingers to the official, who answered with two. Oddly unperturbed by this, the Beach Cat sank a claw into the nape of Cherry’s neck and made her crawl a little before dragging her to verticality. “How those ribs doin’, putz? Having a hard time breathing yet? No? That’s good, that’s real good.”
The Bomb hadn’t actually said anything, but Daniel took silence for consent so she snuggled in against the Roseate Rocket’s left side, bent over and looped her right arm across opposing waist. Once she’d braced her right arm across Cherry’s calves, the Imp bundled her up like a cord of gorgeous firewood, then swung around in a gaudy half circle and dropped to one knee, thus THWHUMPING the small of Cherry’s spine atop the brawniest part of her thigh.
OVER THE KNEE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMlW0QcpVpg
“I love it when they’re flexible,” Daniel purred as the Backbreaker sent a violent jolt through the masked marvel’s supple frame. “Just enough bend to make a really nice arch before they SNAP!”
Cherry didn’t feel like she was going to snap, but she sure as hell wasn’t at her best, not with the fireplug blonde pressing down on her chin and left thigh. All but immobilized by the debilitating hold, she kept one hand wrapped around the hand pressing on her chin and the other waggling a steady ‘no’ to the ref, who’d stayed close to the action ever since that thunderous Suplex.
While plainly delighted that the crown of Cherry’s head was getting closer and closer to the mat, Chrissy was less enamoured of the fact that her younger opponent had yet to throw in the towel. Pressing harder on both sides of the Backbreaker, she bounced her knee up n’ down and demanded, “Give it up, bytch! There’s nowhere to go!”
The ref must’ve thought the same thing because he leaned in close and added, “What do you say, Cherry? If it’s too much, just say the word and I’ll get you out!”
Chrissy snorted. “Don’t fahking bet on it, putz. The only way you’re getting out of this is with my permission and every second you make me wait makes me less and less generOOOOWWW! HAIR! REF, SHE’S GOT MY NNNGGHH!”
Cherry did indeed have a handful of hair and the zebra was quick to admonish her for it. Unfortunately for the Killer Imp a mere warning wasn’t enough to stop the Crimson Comet from whipping her right knee up into the side of Chrissy’s head. Daniel grunted and her Chinlock slipped, so the Bomb tugged her head down again and THUNKED off a second Kneelift. “Nice try.” the Beach Cat growled after she’d regained both grips. “But you’re not going anywhere unless it’s onto a stretchNNNNGGHH!”
Cherry decked her with the hardest Kneelift yet and the stars that went off behind Daniel’s eyes were enough to convince her it was time for a new tactic. Shoving the Bomb off her knee, she rubbed her temples for a moment, then knotted both hands into a Double Axehandle and slammed it into Cherry’s lower back before the brunette could do more than rise to all fours.
“All right putz, I’ve been nice long enough.” Chrissy growled as she got to her feet in front of the prone battler. “Time to put you in the bottom of a crater for good.”
Wedging Cherry’s head between her thighs, the Imp leaned down and wrapped her arms around the brunette’s gulping waist. When her hands were locked she dipped her knees and positively whipped Cherry up onto her shoulders, a domineering show of strength that would’ve been all the more impressive if it hadn’t ended so badly for her. Using Daniel’s own momentum to wrench herself free of the Powerbomb, the Maroon Meteor caught Chrissy’s melon in a Front Facelock and sat out on her tush to THWHONK her foe’s forehead into the mat with a DDT from deep in left field.
AND IT WAS GOING SO WELL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a82cx-Uy96E
Only vaguely aware of what’d happened, Chrissy bounced to one knee and put a hand against her face in an attempt to quell the hellacious throbbing. This might’ve worked given world enough and time, but Cherry was on the move again and she would grant neither. Bounding off the ropes on Daniel’s six; the Bomb vaulted over her vulnerable adversary in an effortless leapfrog and hooked her right leg across the back of Chrissy’s head as she passed. Gravity caught up with both of them then, but where the Crimson Comet landed with little fanfare, the former FAWN World Champ SLAMMED down flat on her face then bounced over onto her back.
LEAPFROG FAMASSER (1st example)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UHgQXWX2NU
Cherry was quick to sidle in and she would’ve gone for a cover if Chrissy hadn’t rolled again and fought to one knee. “Damn, who knew shrimps had such hard heads?” The Interstellar Angel looked around the squared circle and quickly noted that the Imp was pointed straight at the hard camera. “Oh, they’re gonna love this angle, honey.”
Hurrying to the ropes, she took the top in both hands and leapt over onto the apron as casually as a normal person stepped off the curb. Shot lined up well in advance, Cherry treated one side of the arena and all the viewers at home to a waggle of her hips, thus ensuring they were firmly on her side by the time Chrissy pushed to her knees. Leaping onto the rubber-coated steel just as Daniel started to rise, the Color out of Space leapt out into the void with her legs splayed at hip level. Rather than try for a ‘Rana of any variety she snagged Chrissy’s head in her hands, and, taking a page out of Maddy Crane’s playbook, she sat out and THWHAMMED the Beach Cat into a hellacious face and chest-first collision with the canvas.
SPRINGBOARD FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FYTle2Ic9sI
Chrissy flopped like a doll dropped from a respectable height but AGAIN she started to stir before the Interstellar Angel could try for a cover. Electing to try something a little outside her wheelhouse, Cherry let Chrissy make it to all fours, then stepped in close and applied a Standing Headscissors. “Tried a Powerbomb last time and it didn’t go too well.” she explained while securing a Waistlock. “This though, I think this’ll work.” Hands locked she bent her knees and earned a round of applause from the FAWNatics when she hoisted Chrissy upside down. “This might not be ‘Mania,” she told the upended Imp, “but it’ll still make for a great Gladiatrix insert.” Then she hopped up and kicked her legs forward to land firmly on her tush while Daniel THWHONKED down on the crown of her skull. Chrissy bounced up and collapsed onto her back, the glassy-eyed blonde finally forced to look up at the lights after the most ferocious head-drop yet.
PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=y94_SgEPHKo
Relishing her show of big girl power, Cherry scrambled into place off the veteran’s left side. Soon as she was set the Roseate Rocket launched herself into a head-first back-flip that ended with her THWHUMPING down on opposing tummy via a flawless Standing Shooting Star Press. Chrissy’s legs kicked up as the air whooshed out of her lungs, so Cherry hooked the near leg and held on tight through…
STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aztHiyZM4UY
ONE…
TWO…
The Beach Cat shoved loose right at ‘TWO!’ proving she still had a lot to offer despite the repeated head traumas. Refusing to be discouraged by Daniel’s resilience, the Bomb moved into place above her head, then hoisted the woozy warrior to a partial seat. “You seem pretty determined to drag some quit out of me, Shrimp.” the masked brunette noted while she tucked Chrissy’s left arm under her left armpit. “Wonder how deep down I’ll have to go before I find the quitter in you?”
Chrissy shook her head to clear it, then reached over with her right arm in hopes of freeing her left. “Sorry putz,” she grunted, “you don’t have a shovel big enough to get any quit out of HEY! LEGGO DAMMIT! I SAID LEGGO!”
No such luck, Cherry had hooked her right leg around Chrissy’s elbow, then pulled it back and laid out on her left side. Crossing her ankles secured the fireplug blonde’s right arm in a pretty good Scissors, which in conjunction with the barred left arm added up to an equally effective Crucifix.
Momentarily trapped, Chrissy smacked her heels against the canvas, then planted them flat and bridged up, trying to work her way out of the predicament. Cherry let her try even though she knew it wouldn’t work, the Crimson Comet just wanted to make sure her foe’s tummy was nice and taut when she curled her right hand into a fist and PWAAAKED it into Daniel’s midsection. Chrissy’s bridge collapsed and her temper went right along with it because the Bomb added on several more sharp little punches before she brushed aside some of the fringe and sank her tines deeeeeeeeeep into the blonde’s exposed belly.
“There’s definitely a lot here to shovel!” Cherry chided as she kneaded her foe’s midsection life stiff dough. “But I’m patient and hey, you’re not going anywhere, are you, quitter?”
Chrissy pulled her chin into the top of her cleavage then whipped her head back, driving a miniature Headbutt into the trim expanse of the Bomb’s abdominals. “You’re making a big mistake, putz. When I get out of here you’re gonna ggrrrhhhh AAAHHHH UGLY LITTLE SHYT!”
Cherry shifted her grip so that her index finger went deep into the Imp’s navel, allowing her an even better grip when she resumed her squeezing. “Don’t get sore, Chrissy. I’m just making sure my landing pad is nice and tender for later on. Wouldn’t wanna break anything now would I?”
Chrissy snarled a curse and slammed her heels against the canvas once again, mostly because it was the only thing she could do at the moment. Seeing this, the ref closed in and dropped to one knee. “How you doing, Chrissy? Need me to call it?”
“Not unless you want your next call to be to intensive care.” the blonde growled. “Back off. I’ve got thisMMMMERRRGGHHH!”
The Interstellar Angel stopped clawing and started smothering, fitting her right hand over Chrissy’s mouth and nose with surgical neatness. Unprepared for that sort of tactic from the masked weirdo, Chrissy jerked her head to and fro and managed to escape for a moment. Then Cherry slapped her cheek sharply and reapplied the Palm Smother, making it a point to cover the struggling beauty’s mouth and nose. “Ready to quit yet, Shrimp?” Cherry asked once a good ten seconds had ticked off the fight clock. The Killer Imp made a noise that sounded a lot like ‘vacuum’ but probably wasn’t nearly so polite, so Cherry pinched her nose one more time, then shifted back to that belly-chewing claw grip.
Grateful for air despite the pain in her gut, Chrissy sucked in several deep breaths and gasped, “What’s wrong, kiddo? Didn’t think you could get it done with the smother? Between you and me, knocking me out is the only hope you’ve got.”
“Oh, is that a fact?” the Bomb asked. “It sure feels like my little biscuit is getting a lot softer.” She proved as much by giving Chrissy’s tummy another hard squeeze.
Daniel grimaced, but kept her voice smug when she answered. “Please. You could work that until the bell rang and it wouldn’t make a damned bit of difference. Your dainty little girl hands aren’t perfect for smothering either, but at least they’ve got a shot.”
Cherry bristled at the sound of ‘dainty’ so she punched the Beach Cat’s belly one more time, then let her curved palm hang ominously over blonde trunks. “You were saying, Shrimp?”
“Do your worst, assholNNNGGHH!” Cherry smacked her foe’s centre once, then reached up to secure the Palm Smother yet again. She was inches from success when Chrissy darted her head forward and sank her teeth into the soft web of flesh between thumb and forefinger.
Yowling in surprise and pain, the Bomb tried to jerk her hand free and in doing so helped Chrissy squirm her way to a better seat. While her arms were still unavailable the blonde’s legs were back in play and she wasted no time in struggling to one knee. Working slower than she would’ve liked in order to maintain her balance, Chrissy eventually made it to vertical and shrugged Cherry into what was essentially a Fireman’s Carry.
Finally spitting the ingenue’s hand from her maw, Chrissy smirked and panted, “Gotcha now, putz.” Strapping the Bomb down as tight as she could, Daniel pointed herself toward a corner on the far side of the ring and charged it flat out. At the last moment she turned her left shoulder toward the turnbuckles and angled it down, meaning the thinly-padded steel ring BWUUUNGED home between the younger’s woman’s shoulders. The impact sent a violent thrum through the Imp’s shoulders but she endured it with a grin because she knew it had to be that much worse for the space case. Able to work her arms into a more traditional Fireman’s carry after the turnbuckle ram, Chrissy backed out of the corner, turned around and jogged to mid-ring before she hopped up and rolled forward to THWHUMP Cherry’s spine against the mat with a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam.
ROLLING FIREMAN'S CARRY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jytpqd6xrCI
Most wrestlers would’ve released upon impact but that’s because most wrestlers didn’t have access to the Beach Cat’s explosive power. Holding on tight as she came out on the other side, Daniel stood up with Cherry draped atop her shoulders, though the brunette was far less enthusiastic in her squirming at the moment. Delighted by the worried murmur that rippled through the FAWNatics, Chrissy strutted to middle ring and turning in a slow circle, said, “You idiots want to see this loser sucked into a black hole?”
They replied with an overwhelming negative, not that it did a damned thing to stop the Imp from kicking off a series of increasingly faster revolutions. After ten seconds and twice as many spins, Chrissy stamped on the brakes, rocked back on her heels and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Cherry down flat with a picture-perfect Samoan Drop.
AIRPLANE SPIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRvRdWYIDVU
SAMOAN DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQsAi6JpKbQ
The Bomb hit hard and rolled onto her side only to be stretched out on her back so the Killer Imp could slide forward and turn out the lights with a snug Reverse Face Sit. Taunting the fans with a brawny double bicep flex, Chrissy bounced up n’ down, forcing the trapped, flailing lass to carry her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Imp hadn’t bothered to secure her opponent’s arms before settling in for the ride and it cost her when Cherry palmed both hands against her buns and pushed as hard as she could. Chrissy sprawled forward but got her hands down in time to keep from kissing canvas, not that the save did anything to improve her mood. “You outclassed little snot, why won’t you just stay down?” she barked in the midst of hauling the Bomb up with a double handful of ponytail. “Know what? It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t fucking matter because I’m about to MAKE you stay down.”
Abandoning her hair-hold for a Wristlock, she jerked Cherry into a rude Kneelift, then shouldered her backward and shifted just enough to point the lightweight phenom toward a corner on the far side of the ring. Confident though she was after wresting control of the match from her foe, Daniel knew damned well that distance was her enemy as far as this putz was concerned so she took off down Cherry’s back-trail almost as soon as she’d released the Wristlock.
Dangerously ignorant of the miniature freight train barrelling down the tracks behind her, the Crimson Comet managed to hit the brakes at the last second, giving her just enough time to spin around and THAWHUMP! Chrissy sprang and led with her vaunted chest, the Beach Cat’s pounce using every bit of her hundred and twenty odd pounds to crush the Bomb between her sturdy frame and the unforgiving buckles. Hooking both arms over the top rope so she could keep leeeeeeeaaaning her weight into the faltering brunette, Chrissy cooed, “Kinda hard to get up to cruisin’ speed when you can’t even draw a breath, isn’t it, putz?” The Bomb grunted and tried to shove her attacker away, much to Daniel’s cackling delight. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, little girl! In fact I’m gonna crawl inside those slutty little trunks of yours so I can feel the exact moment you start to bawl!”
The ref was starting to get antsy so Chrissy helped herself to another Wristlock, stepped back and flung Cherry across the squared circle on a sharp diagonal. “TAKE YOUR PICTURES NOW, LOSERS!” she bellowed to the jeering FAWNatics. “CUZ LITTLE MISS SPACE ALIEN IS ABOUT TO HAVE HER SKINNY ASS DEFUSED!”
This pronouncement was followed by a cheeky little kiss blown in Cherry’s direction, a kiss that was quickly overtaken when the Imp charged the corner in a flat out sprint. Lifting off from about three feet out, Daniel led with chest thrust forward and arms angled back and BWUUUUNG! The Girl that Gravity Forgot spun aside with a whisper to spare, leaving the dive bombing blonde to slam tits-first into the top turnbuckle. Robbed of breath at the worst possible time, Chrissy staggered back, turned around and walked right into a CRAAACKING Super Kick from the Bomb.
“Oh yeah Shrimp, that’s right where I want’cha.” Cherry huffed when the discombobulated diva slopped heavily against the buckles. “You just rest right there and I’ll tuck you in for the night.” Coming in behind a lowered shoulder, the Bomb spiked her opponent’s gut with every bit of spite she could muster, then wrapped Chrissy up around the thighs and muscled her onto the top turnbuckle. From there she sprang onto the third floor and grabbed a double handful of the blonde’s sweaty locks. Perched comfortably in a very dangerous place, Cherry pulled Chrissy’s face forward and treated her to a few hard seconds of cheek on tummy buffing before she hopped up and scissored her legs around the veteran’s head. From there she locked her ankles, popped her hips and… let out a startled shriek when she got stuck hanging upside down instead of tossing her burden to the canvas with an Avalanche Hurricanrana.
Part of the problem, ok, the ONLY problem, was that Daniel had coiled her arms around Cherry’s thighs and held on tight. Dangling her adversary like a fish on a hook, Chrissy sneered, “Oh, did you want down, putz? Lemme help you with that.” Cherry certainly didn’t want or need the Killer Imp’s assistance, alas the choice was taken out of her hands when Chrissy hooked one leg and then the other over the brunette’s exposed arms. Standing up amidst a growing murmur of alarm from the crowd, Chrissy tipped them a condescending wink, then hopped off and dropped forward, angling the fall so that she landed on her knees whereas poor Cherry Bomb THWHAMMED down full force on her chest and tummy. Baring her teeth as she rode out the aftershocks of her thunderous counter, Daniel rolled over onto her tush, a move that drew Cherry over onto her back and trapped her in a sort of makeshift Sunset Flip. With the putz shoulders down and ass up, Chrissy braced one hand against the mat and the other against Cherry’s left calf, keeping her folded up tight through…
EXPLOSIVE MISFIRE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR6_hvEQoIw
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Bomb summoned a spark from down deep and wrenched free of Chrissy’s control, leaving the blonde wide-eyed with disbelief and disgust. Stunned to silence by the weirdo’s escape, Daniel shoved Cherry over onto her back, then knee-walked over to her feet and took one in each hand.
“I was gonna save this for my next run-in with London.” Chrissy growled once she’d returned to boot-leather. “But now the whole world will get to see it break you first!”
With Cherry’s feet tucked neatly away the Killer Imp laid out on her back, which peeled the Bomb off the canvas and planted her facedown with a weary THUMP. Rolling through to a seat on the small of her foe’s back, Chrissy kept Cherry’s boots trapped under her armpits so she could reach down with her hands and seize the masked brunette’s wrists. Then she got to her feet and yanked Cherry a good six inches off the mat with a hold that combined the best of the Boston Crab and the Baby Swing. Holding her bundle tight, Chrissy rocked the Crimson Comet back n’ forth, putting that much more pressure on her knees, lower back and shoulders.
BEACH CAT'S CRADLE @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNeTA0W1Hm0
Cherry, who’d been pretty much silent since the ‘Rana went south, howled to life, shaking her head wildly ‘no’ as she tried to jerk loose of Daniel’s trap. But the Beach Cat Cradle held fast and she could only wail as Chrissy kept up the torturous rocking. “How ya doin’ down there, putz?” Chrissy teased mercilessly. “Sounds like you’re cranky and ready for bed! You want mama Chrissy to tuck you in?”
“AAAAARRRGGGHHHH NOOOOOOOO!” Cherry shouted. “SCREW YOU, SHRIMP, I’M NOT GONNA AAAAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAWWD STAAAAAAHHHHHP!”
Chrissy swung her even harder, the wicked pendulum motion so deep the Bomb’s chin almost scraped the canvas with every pass. “What was that, bytch? I couldn’t quite hear you over all the snivelling and sobbing! I said are you ready for me to tuck you in?”
“AAAAAAHHHHH SHHIIIITTTTTT NOOOOOOOOO ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT! I GIVE! I GIVE! LEMME GOOOOOOOO!”
That was enough for the ref, who immediately called for the bell. Chrissy however kept the Cradle locked in deep. “I asked you a question, little girl? Are. You. Ready. For. Bed?”
She punctuated each word with a spine-stretching swing. “AAAAAAHHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK! YES!” Cherry bawled. “YES! I’M READY FOR BED! JUST LEMME GOUUUNNNNNGGGH!”
Chrissy hopped up and dropped to her butt, effectively transforming her finisher back to a Boston Crab, albeit one that slammed Cherry chest-first into the mat. Tossing her defeated foe’s legs aside, Chrissy lifted up just enough to roll the Bomb over, then slid back and settled her leather and fringe sheathed ass atop Cherry’s face. It was about that time the Announcer confirmed what everyone already knew. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… CHRISSY DANIEL!”
Chrissy celebrated by grabbing a handful of Cherry’s tummy, payback for an earlier humiliation. Quite pleased by the sensation of the brunette’s cries reverberating against her ass, the Killer Imp located the nearest cameraman and beckoned him in close. After a slow, languid grind of her hips, she said, “This message is for Cherry Bomb… after she wakes up of course. As I’m sure you remember, I submitted your putz ass in the middle of the ring, then sat on your face until you passed out. Which is right about….. now.”
Chrissy held up an index finger, then reached out and jabbed it into the centre of Cherry’s trunks to no response. Satisfied she’d proven her claim, the former FAWN World Champ went on. “At the moment you are sniffling oblivious loser tears into my ass and loving every second of it. You’re loving it SO MUCH that I could peel off that fugly mask right now and show everyone the smudgy-faced bytch who’s hiding underneath. But I’m not gonna do that. Because as much as I hate to admit it, our little series is tied. Won’t be tied for long though, trust me on that. Because the next time we fight, I’m gonna make sure you’re awake when the bell sounds. And you’re gonna be awake when I rip that damned mask off and feed it to you. Now get outta my face, moron! I got a ride to finish!”
Not wanting to incur the Imp’s notorious wrath, the cameraman pulled away, leaving Chrissy to enjoy the spoils of her victory until the ref and a handful of technicians finally coaxed her from her slumbering mount.