Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 20, 2014 19:00:21 GMT
The Ring Announcer checked his notes, did a small double take, then nodded and looked to the hard camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, she hails from New Haven Connecticut, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fourteen pounds. Returning to the FAWN Arena after a tour of Europe and Asia that saw her win the Celestial Warriors Lightweight Championship and the Iron Lotus Lightweight Tag Team Championship, please welcome back… CLAUDIA ROONEY!”
An intense, mixed reaction as the arena went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the gloom with nary a word, Claudia Rooney paused atop the stage and raised an index finger to her lips only to spread her arms wide and ask, “Did ya miss me?” The loud reaction proved they did, even if for some of them it was only to serenade her with boos. For her first stateside appearance in almost a year, the not so Silent Siren wore a sturdy black two-piece with flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a dark red, a perfect match for the chunky bands adorning each wrist.
Conspicuous by her absence at Rooney’s side was ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi, the woman with whom Claudia had held the Iron Lotus Tag titles for more than six months. Rumor had it that the Pink Danger was ‘this close’ to signing on as the head trainer at the Mad House, a development that would do wonders for the quality of FAWN’s talent and absolutely nothing for the fearsome reputation of the place. What wasn’t missing was Claudia’s intensity, which had been off the chart since her thunderous war with Wendy Smith in 2013. Halfway down the ramp before anyone realized she’d started to move, Rooney went left at the corner, stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Already focused on the entryway and who waited beyond it, Rooney leapt to the centre of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she strode to the corner to wait out the last few moments before she got to remind these people of why she deserved a shot at that xenophobic blowhard, Polly Lockwood.
With the redheaded returnee in the ring, another woman who had been made sparse in the Lightweight title picture was ready for a return to prominence.
And when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ announced the gorgeous gymnast’s arrival, the crowd reacted immediately.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
Near unanimous cheers echo throughout the arena, a reaction unthinkable this time last year. But the brunette’s defection from the Mites, her association with a certain motormouth and a generally improved demeanour meant a healthy percentage of fans were convinced she had true intentions to go with this new attitude. Unfortunately, those intentions had not led to any improvement in her record, an error she meant to correct tonight.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The Leader of the Domi-Nation appeared with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. The strategic rips remained, revealing several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff as was the perfectly-sculptured muscles of her shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles. Daly dipped her head and raised her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly threw her head back, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted “HIT IT!” Just like that the lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompanied her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regained their equilibrium Daly was *just* alighting on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then took their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiralling descent that planted her in the centre of the ring.
With Daly situated in front of a scowling, unimpressed Rooney, the Announcer finally got to do his job.”
“And her opponent, hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd seemed to agree with the statement and roared as Domi back handstands her way to her corner and settled into an expectant crouch.
Both women came out of their corners fast when the bell sounded. While there was no personal enmity between them (at least not yet) Domi was eager to climb her way back into Lightweight Title contention and Claudia was eager to remind the FAWN fans of what they’d missed while she was on her nearly year long tour of Europe and Asia. Exchanging slight nods as they closed the distance, brunette and redhead dove the rest of the way and met in the sort of springy, frenetic Collar & Elbow Tie-Up only world class highfliers can manage.
Daly forced her opponent to give up a few steps very early, but when Rooney set her feet Domi knew that eight pound weight advantage could prove problematic. Seeking to circumvent the issue before Claudia could take charge, the Snarky Mite snatched hold of Rooney’s left wrist, spun around behind and forced it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “Welcome back, sweetie.” Domi grinned when the redhead winced and pushed onto her toes. “See what you’ve been missing while you were goneEWHOAH!”
Claudia twisted down and around, a sinuous move that took Daly’s back and allowed her to turn the Hammerlock on the brunette. “I really have missed this.” Rooney taunted after a few hard yanks. “Planting girls on other continents is fine, but no one takes a beating quite like you, Dom--”
Daly reached back with her free arm, cupped the back of Claudia’s skull and sprang straight into the air. Hitting a perfect forty-five degree angle like it was no big deal, Dominique pumped her legs once, then dropped onto her right side and-- the FAWNatics let out an impressed little murmur that grew into loud applause when the former Trophy Wife hooked a leg around her rival’s waist a split second before Domi’s Snapmare would’ve sent her tumbling across the mat. In truth she still went tumbling across the mat, but that partial hook was enough to take Daly along for the ride. When they came to a stop the Hammerlock was still intact and Rooney had added a snug Bodyscissors the mix.
Vaguely insulted that Daly had tried such a standard counter on her, Claudia tugged up on the Hammerlock and sent a pulse through her thighs, which earned a soft grunt from her captive. “C’mon Domi, what am I, some lumbering Destroyer?” she tightened the Scissors to prove her point. “If you’re gonna toss me off you’ll need to dig a lot deeper into your bag of tricks.”
The grounded gymnast reached for the ropes, then pounded a fist against the canvas in irritation when she saw they were still a couple feet out of reach. “Going for the ropes now?” Claudia scoffed. “That’s really starting to hurt my feelNNNGGGHH!”
Domi crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the tip of her elbow into Rooney’s right thigh. “I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk.” the brunette snickered before digging in with another elbow. “Or maybe not. That was a nice little grunt you let out therAHH NO YOU DON’T! I SAID--DAMMIT, GET OFF YOU SKANK!”
Having learned that a one-armed Daly could still dish out the hurt, the Red Menace hooked her right arm around Dominique’s right bicep and wrenched it back into a Chickenwing. It wasn’t even sort of painful compared to the Hammerlock or the Bodyscissors, but it took away her ability to spike Rooney’s thigh, not to mention reach for the ropes. “Got ya tied up tight and we’re less than two minutes in.” Claudia noted once Daly’s first bit of squirming had died down. “Want to call it before I really get started or do you wanna get worn out?”
Domi laughed despite the growing ache in her shoulder and elbow. “You been away too long, girl. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving this ring before I turn you into a crash-pad.”
“Damn, you sure talk a great game for someone glued to the OOOFFFHH!”
Domi pulled her head forward and snapped it back, driving an awkward blow into the redhead’s chin. It didn’t free her arms, but the Scissors loosened enough for Daly to kick her own stems up n’ around Rooney’s shins. Locking her ankles tight, Dominique slid her Scissors down until her calves were wedged in atop Claudia’s ankles. Then she did some squeezing of her own, putting a whole lotta crush on the relatively fragile lock that kept her trapped.
Claudia gasped as her ankles thrummed with pain. She returned the favour by bearing down on the brunette’s ribs and jerking up on her captured wrist, but Daly wouldn’t relent and eventually she broke her Scissors to make sure the bendy bytch didn’t hobble her. Sucking in a deep breath when the pressure around her waist dropped away, the gorgeous gymnast fought to her knees and clambered forward until she was pressed chest-first against the ropes. “BREAK!” she shouted. “BREAK THE HOLD AND BACK THE HELL OFF!”
Claudia knew she’d have a few seconds before the ref enforced the break, so she feigned assent with a nod, then got to her feet and dragged Daly to hers. “Ya just touched the ropes, Domi.” Rooney chuckled as she started to back up. “Maybe if you could actually grab hold I’d OOOWWW YOU BYTCH!”
Domi SLAMMED a bare heel down on Claudia’s toes and ground back n’ forth until she was able to wrench her right arm free of the Chickenwing. Still within reach of safety, Daly snatched hold of the top rope and spat, “LEMME GO OR I’LL STOMP YOU AGAIN, PUNKNNNNGGHH!”
Claudia let loose of the Hammerlock and promptly pounded her left forearm across the back of Dominique’s shoulders once, twice, three times. “I’m not gonna let you out, baby.” Rooney growled once she’d squeezed another gasp from the brunette with a rudely applied Waistlock. “But I will send your narrow ass flying!”
Wrenching Domi clear of the ropes in spite of protests from the official and the gymnast herself, the Whist Warrior dropped her hips, then popped ‘em something fierce to send the smaller woman flying up, over and backwoooohhhhhh-- The FAWNatics offered up that glorious applause as Daly somersaulted through the toss and landed in a feline crouch several feet behind her rival.
Competitive juices at a rolling boil now, she charged the recovering redhead and leapt just as Rooney righted herself. Looping an arm around Claudia’s neck, Domi meant to pull her fellow lightweight down with a retaliatory Sleeper, but the redhead staggered into the ropes and grabbed on for dear life. Didn’t ask for a break though, far from it. Rather she pushed forward and snapped back, using the rest of Domi’s momentum and some of her own to hurl the Pernicious Pixie off her perch. As undaunted by this fall as the previous, Daly hit the canvas in a flawless tumble and bounced up fresh as a daisy on the other side of the squared circle.
“That all you got?” Dominique called over the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. “I thought you were supposed to be fast!”
“I am fast.” Claudia answered without missing a beat. “I thought you were supposed to be an Olympian.”
That did it.
Daly stomped across the canvas all ‘big girl pissed’ and Claudia did the same, the pair of foes meeting in a Lock-Up far rougher and less polite than the first. Seizing the redhead’s wrist after a brief struggle, Domi backed up and slung Claudia toward the ropes only to find herself taking the ride when Rooney reversed the Whip. She adjusted to the new circumstances in an instant and was more than ready for another skirmish when she came back but that whistling asshole laid out on her belly at the last second, forcing Dominique to continue on to the opposite side.
Back to vertical well before Domi closed in again, Claudia mouthed, “C’mon slowpoke.” then took to the skies when Daly “OOOOFFFFH!”
Rooney’s leapfrog came to a bad end when Domi joined her in the air and THUMPED both feet into her tummy with a gorgeous Dropkick that sent the other lightweight dropping to the mat like a rock. “YEAH BABY!” Domi bellowed to her fans as she loomed over the prone battler. “TELL THIS BYTCH WHO’S THE BADDEST QUICK DRAW ON THE FREAKIN’ PLANET!”
They roared her name back a thousand fold and Daly nodded her approval. “Hear that, slug? They already know. And I’m more than happy to teach you too.”
With that, Dominique leapt high over the splayed Rooney, widening her lithe, abbreviated legs into a set of airborne splits. Daly’s front leg came down like a guillotine across Claudia’s throat and sent the Red Menace into a gasping set of spasms, Rooney pushing off Domi’s stem then grasping at her injured neck.
Hardly interested in going for a pin this early, Daly scrambled to her feet. When she gathered her balance and stood at Claudia’s side once more, it’s clear she’s going aerial again from her current standing position. Flipping forward, she landed in a CRASHING somersault Senton across the ivory tummy of the former Trophy Wife in Training.
Daly rolled to her feet as Claudia added a set of aching abs to her ailments, one arm now swaddling her belly. Deciding lying down on the job would only invite further bombardments, Claudia struggled to all fours and crawled for the nearest set of ropes. Slipping her head through between the top and middle strands to make her way toward a time-out proved a perilous exercise as Domi’s tawny legs were already churning, carrying the original Mite toward the cables beside Rooney. Daly leapt through, grabbing the top rope as she did. She spun in a I-turn and Dropkicked the face of her foe in a Tiger Feint Kick, infringing on a Claudia signature, but clearly not caring.
The impact sent Claudia staggering up and away, toward the centre of the squared circle. The besieged returnee ended on one knee, shaking out cobwebs, perhaps only now remembering FAWN was a considerable step up from most of the organizations she’d held sway in over the past months.
That idea was reinforced when a sprinting Dominique raced to Claudia, used her raised knee as a platform, and launched a sweeping Shining Wizard kick that connected flush with the redhead’s temple. Rooney ended splayed on her side and the buzzing Mite turned her foe and spread Claudia flat and wide on the canvas, covering in a lateral press for the…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU7qbc0XOB8
ONE…
TWO…
Rooney kicked her way free of Daly’s grasp, rolling to her chest and immediately digging her nails into the deck to drag her way to relative safety. Domi sidled beside her foe but left Rooney be, instead sliding through the ropes, turning and grabbing the top strand. Patiently, or as close as she could manage, Domi waited for a battered Claudia to rise. The Red Menace did and when it’s with her back to the Mite, Dominique launched to make a huge impact with a Springboard Diamond Dust.
But showing she’s been watching tape on the FAWN veteran and retained some of her senses, Claudia countered, catching Domi mid-flip. It’s Rooney that guided the duo’s trip the rest of the way down, sending Domi CRASHING to the canvas with a unique Spinebuster. With the echoing SLAM of the mat, the crowd quieted to Claudia’s former volume, silence. Daly shuddered to a motionless stop in a limp single file between Claudia’s extended legs. Rooney moved the legs over the Mite’s shoulders and the official swooped down next to the pinned, prone brunette, slapping the deck for…
ONE…
TWO…
Daly returned the favour, throwing a shoulder up and rolling to her side. Claudia lifted a leg and sent a heel into the base of Daly’s spandex-covered spine. Domi yelped in pain, her back arching, exotic Pac Rim features twisting, including a trademark case of nose scrunching. Meanwhile, Claudia slid from beside Daly and pushed to her feet, ready to take the lead in this increasingly hectic battle.
She immediately reclaimed the noggin of a rising Daly. Sinking a set of digits into the ponytail of the stooped gymnast, Claudia leapt high and sat out, busting Domi’s cute mug into the deck with a frightful ferocity.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER (first clip):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISThZA3rznw
As a reflexive spasm sent Daly twisting to her back after the impact, Claudia passed on a cover and instead headed for the nearest set of buckles. Clambering up, she peeked over a shoulder to spot the still sprawled Dominique then launched into a back-flip. The Moonsault might not be as high or graceful as what Domi could produce, but when Claudia CRASHED down across Daly’s open tawny tummy, the Mite’s almond-shaped peepers bulged like the redhead had dropped an anvil on her midriff. Rooney took a tick to gather her breath then threw her body atop that of the splattered Domi, pressing a palm into Daly’s face, pushing cheek to canvas while the zebra counts out his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Daly pushed out from under Claudia as best she could, moving to a stunned seat next to the redhead. Behind her foe and also seated, Claudia got to work, snaking her legs under and around the arms of the Mite. Locking her legs behind the neck of the supple brunette, Claudia captured Daly in a torturous Lotus Lock, Rooney increasing the pressure by pushing off the deck with her flattened palms. Arms, neck and head stressed to the maximum, Dominique mewled and yipped in pain. The official asked if Daly wanted to submit but a grunt and slight shake of her noggin convinced him otherwise.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6RDDVobul8
Not convinced was Claudia, who continues to force Domi’s chin into her cleavage, but after a dozen seconds and no quit yet shown, the Red Menace unhooked her lower limbs and lets Domi slump to one side while Rooney scrambled to boot leather.
Wanting to keep the speed of the match in overdrive, particularly while she’s at the wheel, Claudia hauled a reeling Daly to her feet with a two-handed clench of her foe’s braincase. Aiming Domi at the far corner, Claudia changed her grip to a wrist and buggywhipped the Mighty Mite toward the buckles.
Daly raced across the canvas like she’s on a tumbling run, but the only tumble taken was when she turned into the corner and her body was rocked by the collision. Legs unhinging, Dominique plopped to her sculpted behind, legs extended, torso leaning into the corner, her head lolled back, almond-shaped, emerald eyes glassy and pointed toward the rafters.
Instead of racing toward the downed Daly, Claudia strode to the dazed Domi. She hovered over Daly for a moment then grabbed the top rope on either side of the buckles and hopped into the air for her signature Cold Feet, MASHING her boots into Dominique’s face, chest and belly, working her way down the line until the final STOMP hit Dominique’s sweet spot, drawing a sympathetic groan from the FAWNatics and an electric shock-like response from the Mite, Domi’s body tensing as her centre was CRUSHED underfoot.
Claudia relinquished control of the ropes, but she kept her encroaching tootsies close, much to Daly’s chagrin. “Maybe you should go ahead and kiss my boots now, punk.” the redhead snarked while grinding her right heel between the other lightweight’s sternum. “That way you can skip right to kissing my ass after the bell UNGH!”
Domi shoved Rooney’s foot aside, leaned forward and stuffed a punch into her tummy. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll stuff my feet in EEERRRRGGGHH!”
The punch backed Claudia up a step, unfortunately that wasn’t nearly enough distance to stop her from leaning down and CRAAACKING Dominique across the mouth with a Bytch Slap. “Listen to me you sawed off little gym rat.” Claudia hissed, her nose inches from Domi’s. “From now on you’re the one under a vow of silence. I don’t want to hear anything unless you’re screaming my--”
Daly’s hands flicked up, her manicured nails glittering as she reached for Rooney’s eyes. They drew within inches, but the Whist Warrior caught her around the wrists and squeezed until Daly winced. She would’ve started in on the trash talk again if the ref hadn’t bustled in close and urged, “All right ladies; let’s get it out of the corner! Stand up and give me a clean break.”
His first request was granted without hesitation, the second started off ok, then went off the rails when Claudia jerked her still-rising adversary into a Kneelift that landed just above the navel. Jerking Daly away from the relative safety of the buckles, Rooney lowered her head and wedged it under the brunette’s left arm. In the same breath she curled her left arm around Domi’s lower back and hooked her right arm behind the shorter grappler’s left knee. Then she boosted Daly up, turned in a quarter circle and planted her feet wide so that the gymnast’s legs split around Rooney’s hips in a rather loose Scissors. With Domi offering up all the resistance of a Hefty bag, Claudia took a moment to whistle a few bars of ‘Highway to Hell’, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Daly up, over and down in a beautiful THWHUMPING bridge. Pushing onto her toes as the impact rippled through the canvas, Rooney arched up that much higher as the ref started to count…
CRADLED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO6Sh4i50A
ONE…
TWO…
The Pernicious Pixie ‘smacked’ both hands against her foe’s midriff, then curled her fingers into claws and raked ‘em in opposite directions to break the cover with a full second remaining. Claudia sat up, turned onto one knee and put one hand against her stinging abs. “I see. Turn into a desperate catfighter when you realize there’s no way you can beat me in a wrestling match, is that it?”
Domi, who was still rather breathless after the redhead’s prolonged offense, put aside her aches long enough to push to a seat. “Bytch, if you can’t handle getting your fat gut raked, I think you’re in the wrong line of AAAHHHH SHYT, LET GO!”
The Savage Siren snatched Daly’s wrists in each hand and stuffed them under her arms before locking her hands, effectively trapping the brunette’s stems in her coil. Torn between confidence in her own near preternatural flexibility and concern over what Rooney had in mind. Dominique wrapped her arms around the redhead’s right shin. Wasn’t the most elegant defence she’d ever devised, but it stopped Claudia from turning her over and for now that was all that mattered. “So tell me, did you sleep through all of Giardi’s lessons?” Daly adopted a remarkably haughty tone for someone walking a very perilous line. “Because if she’s as good as she’s supposed to be there’s no way she didn’t tell you there’s not a stretch out there that can RRRGGGHHHHH!”
Claudia wiggled a foot loose and scraped it down Domi’s cheek, distracting the springy exotique long enough for Rooney to turn her onto her stomach. To no one’s surprise she almost immediately tossed Daly’s left leg aside so she could take a knee (which she planted between her foe’s shoulders) and thus wrench Dominique’s legs at a terrible angle with Half Crab.
TORTURE HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
Even bent into something that looked like a madman’s idea of a capital ‘Y’, the Snarky Mite only grimaced when the hold sank in and she sure as hell didn’t look like someone thinking about surrender. “Lord, you really are that dumb.” she huffed. “Who knew Gretchen was the smart--” Rooney traced the tip of her index finger up n’ down between Domi’s thighs, an act which stopped the brunette’s notorious mouth dead in its tracks. When next she spoke, she sounded remarkably tuff, a feat all the more impressive when you considered the grapefruit sized lump in her throat. “Don’t even think about it, Claudia. Right now we’re having a wrestling match and I’m happy to keep it that way. But if you go at my trunks like that we’ve blown past wrestling and gone straight to war-AAAAHHH GAAAAHHHHD YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Having noted the outline of her foe’s womanhood limned against the slick white material, Claudia pinched it between thumb and forefinger, as viciously intimate an attack as she could muster without going under the leotard. “I may be a bytch,” Rooney agreed as she continued her heartless undercarriage obliteration, “but you’re the one getting her junk mauled for the whole world to see.” Case in point, she stopped pinching just long enough to raaaaaaaake her nails down the gleaming spandex.
Awkward as only a ref can be when confronted with blush worthy questions, the zebra dropped to one knee beside the suffering grapplerette and asked, “What do you say, Dominique? Want to give it--”
Fan favourite or not, Daly still had no time for stupid questions, so she lashed a claw in his general direction. “Really glad you did that.” Claudia admitted. “Means the poor dope will be too scared to check on you when the real hurting starts.”
“This? This… isn’t… shyt.” Domi huffed between ragged exhalations. “The real hurt… doesn’t start until AAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Red Menace pinched that much harder, then twisted her wrist, adding a whole new dimension to the hellish torture. “Give it up, benchwarmer.” Claudia sneered, her dark eyes alight with cruel pleasure as she worked to extract her humiliating submission. “Give it up or I’ll pull this aside and NNNNGGGGHH!”
Demonstrating the sort of body grace that’d made her a pillar of FAWN’s lightweight ranks, the trapped brunette whipped up her left leg and THWONKED her heel into the crown of Claudia’s skull. That single blow didn’t free her, it did however force Rooney to double down on the more traditional elements of the Half Crab, which Daly considered a major victory. Hands planted flat against the canvas, Dominique caught her breath, then growled, “Last chance, bytch. Let go of my leg and we’ll play for pins. Hold on and we play for tears.”
Not about to be intimidated by a chick she’d twisted like a pretzel, Claudia worked herself into a very deep crouch and growled, “Tears are fine with me, sluWHOOOAH!”
Daly had put her left foot on the mat after the heel strike, now she pushed up off it and her hands to swing up in a rather torturous looking crunch that ended with her left leg slung over the redhead’s right shoulder. Hooking the limb around the back of Claudia’s head because her right leg was still under the other woman’s control, Domi plunged her hands into Rooney’s hair and stuffed her into a tawdry (albeit crowd pleasing) crotch smother.
Using the hair holds to lay out hard on her back, Daly abandoned one so she could pound punches into the Savage Siren’s forehead until she was forced to abandon what remained of the Crab. That allowed Dominique to secure a more traditional Headscissors and as soon as she did she pushed up on her palms to add even more pressure. “THERE, YA NASTY TRAMP!” Daly shouted as Claudia was forced to snack on her leotard. “MAKE SURE TO KISS IT ALL BETTER BEFORE YOU START SLAPPIN’ THAT MAT!”
Daly’s muscular if succinct stems went about cracking Claudia’s head like a nut, the brunette’s thighs clenching as she put every ounce of energy into them. Rooney’s face started approaching the same hue as her hair, the Red Menace fruitlessly struggling to free herself. But with the sinew in Domi’s stems, it’s quickly proven a hopeless cause.
What’s not was another attempt at escape, and before Claudia could lose her coordination and consciousness, she skillfully got her knees beneath her and trudged forward. Though the Scissors remained unbroken, Claudia rolled Daly up into a tight little ball. The ref checked on the Mite’s shoulders and satisfied, slapped the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
Dominique simultaneously released her Scissors and rolled to her side to avoid the loss. But it didn’t mean she’s left payback mode. Hopping to her bare tootsies, Daly violently tugged the redhead up next to her and took Rooney’s left wrist. Pushing her back into the ropes, Daly got a little added momentum for her Irish Whip, but Claudia reversed and it’s Domi sent for the ride. Still unsteady, the former Trophy Wife in Training wobbled to the middle as the gymnast hits the ropes. Claudia made herself a roadblock but also dipped her head the tiniest bit and that proved catastrophic.
On her return, Domi leapt over the lowered back of the ivory-skinned grappler, catching Claudia’s noggin in a Front Facelock as she flipped above the returnee. Daly’s ridiculous speed equalled a lot of momentum and she used it all to RIP Claudia off her moorings and impressively SPIKE her skull into the thinly-covered plywood with a Front Flip DDT.
[b[FRONT FLIP DDT:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPVGZq4iNxU&feature=related
A demolished Claudia ended on her knees for a moment but quickly timbered to her side and Daly scrambled atop her for the pin, garnering a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rooney showed the fortitude to kick her way out of trouble, at least for the moment. The near Olympian, for her part, scrambled to her feet seemingly unflappable at coming close but coming up short. Instead, she started a rhythmic clap which the FAWNatics quickly picked up and, with the house keeping time, the Pac Rim cutie returned her emerald eyes to the redhead.
To Claudia’s credit, she’s on her feet, if still somewhat doubled. It’s a shame she didn’t have her eyes off the canvas in front of her as Dominique offered a little nasty favour returning in the way of a punt to the pussy from behind.
Rooney lifted to tiptoes, her peepers bulging and jaw dropping as everything else froze solid. Daly most certainly was not, as she slid by the side of the Red Menace and slipped through the cables in front of her. Turning to put Rooney in her sights, Domi grabbed the top cable and flawlessly vaulted to a perfectly balanced stance on the rubber-coated steel. Using the cable as a springboard, she tumbled over the Whist Warrior collected her head at just the right time and laid out on her back to THWHAM Claudia down on the back of her head and shoulders via the second half of her signature Daly Double.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
Dominique seamlessly somersaulted out of the landing, popping to her feet and sticking a landing with arms high and outstretched. The crowd gave the maneuver a perfect ‘10’ from the sound of it and the leotard-clad athlete bowed in response, feeling jauntier by the moment.
Daly passed on a pin attempt, apparently wishing to pile on before trying again. She moved to the Red Menace, plucking Rooney off the deck with dual handfuls of copper locks. Bullying the wobbly Claudia to a corner, Dominique pulled back her foe’s noggin and SLAMMED it into the top buckle, enjoying it so much, she decided to do it a couple more times.
With Rooney dazed, the taut Mighty Mite scooped her off the deck and into a horizontal plane across her chest. She stuffed Rooney’s frame deep between the top and middle buckles and took off for the opposite corner as fast as her bare feet could carry her, which was plenty speedy indeed.
Slapping the top of the opposite buckles, Daly made a U-turn planning on showing her foe something Mercy had taught her in her short but memorable time under the fighter’s tutelage, namely her Daly Special.
Domi sprinted at Rooney and, from a few feet out launched with right knee pointed and extended. But even as Daly moved to the far corner, the redhead had been working furiously to free herself and by the time the exotic brunette went airborne with her knee poised, Claudia tumbled out of her predicament. With her target vanished, Domi’s almond-shaped eyes went wide just before the point of her knee BWUUUNGED the middle buckle with incredible force.
Bouncing away from the corner, the hobbled Domi limped around the squared circle, her face scrunching in adorable pain. She hopped as she tried to loosen the hinge of her joint then put the sole of her foot down, walking on the leg but gingerly. All the while, Rooney used the ropes to pull herself up and keep the distracted Domi in view. At the perfect moment she struck, leaping toward the Mite with a Dropkick to the injured knee just as Daly put further weight on it.
Howling, her right leg taken out from under her, Dominique SLAMMED to the canvas face-first. The dimpled warrior made it back to her knees, there checking her nose for any detours. As she did, Claudia dropped to a kneel in front of the brunette and started to snake her arms around the back of Daly’s head with all the intention of pulling her close and sending Daly’s gorgeous features in for a facial courtesy her gurls and a Front Sleeper.
Rooney’s assets didn’t have the vaunted reputation of say a Wendy Smith or a Chrissy Daniel, but they were more than enough to get Domi thrashing like a snake with a broken back when the redhead took her air. Already smiling, Claudia showed a bit more teeth when Daly grabbed a double handful of hair and tried to yank her way out. The ref was quick to tap on the struggling brunette’s shoulder, but Rooney shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it.” she told him through that ferocious smile. “I want the bytch to try everything and still come up short.”
Speaking of short, Daly was most certainly short of breath and the situation didn’t improve when Claudia bulled her onto her back. Mounted on top of the straining, squealing Oregon native, the Red Menace kept the juggs flowing freely as she hooked her shins over Dominique’s upper thighs and spread her legs at a near perfect forty-five degrees. Eventually the combination of exhaustion and oxygen deprivation loosened Domi’s claws and they fell to the mat when Claudia adjusted her snuggle.
Seeing brunette shoulders against the canvas, the official dropped to one knee and again the Whist Warrior shook her head ‘no’. “Not like that.” she said. “It is called a Front Sleeper, after all. Check her hand.” He acquiesced to the request and shortly thereafter Daly’s left wrist was raised high. At least until the ref released it, that was. Then it dropped to the thinly-sheathed plywood with no resistance whatsoever. The ref raised a hand and called, “ONE!”
Mightily worried for their Mitey heroine, the Domi-nation leapt to its feet and raised a thunderous cheer in hopes of transferring some of their energy to the suffering woman buried beneath Claudia’s cleavage. Alas, it did nothing to stop the ref’s pitiless count, which doubled when Daly’s hand touched down for the second time.
“Kinda hard to believe.” Rooney’s voice was soft and mean as she made Dominque suffer through a slow motion scrub. “Fast as you are, you couldn’t outmanoeuvre my tits.”
Neither Daly nor the referee had an answer for that. The former merely snuffled and the latter was busy raising Dominique’s hand for the third and final-- a cacophony of cheers from the FAWNatics when Daly’s arm shot back into the sky less than four inches shy of defeat. Pumping her fist in acknowledgement of the crowd’s love (muffled though it was) Domi put it to more practical use by pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING shots into her tormentor’s ribs.
Angered by the abrupt resurgence, Claudia caught Daly’s wrists after a brief struggle and pinned them high overhead. Pressing down with every bit of her weight, she flicked her eyes at the zebra and snarled, “Ok, NOW you can count her down.”
Permission granted, he dove onto all fours, then checked Domi’s shoulders and slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
”GAAAAAAHHHHHH OOOHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Claudia reared up like Domi’d transformed into a hot stove and when the brunette sat up with her, her face still gamely glued to Rooney’s bust, the crowd knew Domi had a mouthful. Didn’t last much longer though, Claudia pounded half a dozen punches into the brunette’s temple and that freed her quite nicely. Burying her fingers in Daly’s dark hair, Rooney got to her feet and forced the gymnast to do the same, albeit in far less pleasant fashion.
“So you wanna bite? I can play that game too, honey.”
With that she pulled Dominique close and bit down on her right cheek, an unexpected bit of savagery from a woman usually noted for her technical prowess. Claudia let her prey wail for a few seconds, then spit her out, slapped on a Wristlock and flung Daly to a corner on the far side, where she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the buckles. Saved from prime Stink Facing real estate thanks to an arm hooked over the top rope, Domi lived to regret her own tenacity when Rooney roared in, sprang onto the middle strand and THWHACKED her right knee into the side of the Mite’s skull.
CORNER SHINING WIZARD @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSC22r18AUE
Daly heaved like a ship racked in a gale but she didn’t go down, mostly because Claudia doubled over and stuffed a shoulder into her midsection. Boosting Domi into a seat on the top floor, the Red Menace climbed to the second rope and hooked her right arm over Daly’s chest while simultaneously dipping her head under the brunette’s right arm. “Can’t get as high as Montoya got back at ‘Mania.” Claudia admitted as she hooked the other woman across the back of her right thigh. “But I can still throw your overrated punk ass to the other side of the ring.”
Tugging Dominique to her feet as quickly as she could, Rooney dipped her knees in anticipation of the Exploder, then grunted in shock and hurt when Daly drilled an elbow into the crown of her skull. Desperate to avoid what she knew would be fight-winning Suplex, Domi just pounded away on Rooney’s pate, another trick Mercy had shown her a few years prior. Only stopping when the arm across her chest and around her thigh dropped away, Daly put both hands against the redhead’s chest and shoved. Domi had hoped Claudia would land hard on her back, unfortunately she’d picked up some tricks from her own ‘Astonishing’ mentor and she landed easily on her feet.
More angry than hurt despite the strength of Daly’s counterattack, Claudia charged the instant she touched down and CRAAACKED Domi’s cheek with an uppercut-style Palm Strike that tipped the bouncy little exotique waaaaaaaaay back before the recoil slumped her forward again.
Satisfied she’d dimmed Daly’s lights but good, Rooney wheeled around, raced to mid-ring and returned twice as fast. Leaving the canvas when there were still several feet between herself and the corner, Claudia spread her legs in a predatory ‘V’ and smecked them shut around Domi’s noggin. Ankles locked, she leaned forward, then torqued back and got an unwelcome assist when the gymnast planted both hands against her tush and shoved as hard as she could. Claudia’s ‘Rana lifted off just fine, but she made the trip solo because Dominique remained stubbornly anchored to the corner. No matter, Rooney landed easily on her feet and rushed the corner only to put it in full reverse when she realized Domi was no longer there.
Indeed she’d vaulted into the heavens with a gorgeous tumbling somersault that just so happened to land her squarely atop the startled redhead’s shoulders. Clamping down like the world’s flippiest bear trap, Dominique torqued her hips to flip Claudia up, over and down with a Dragonrana that THWHAMMED the flabbergasted grapplerette on the back of her head and neck. Rooney’s legs popped up in time with the stunned roar of the FAWNatics and Domi captured them both behind the knee, all the better to fold her in half with a shoulders down, ass up Matchbook. Forehead inches from the canvas, Daly bore down with everything she had left while the ref counted….
DRAGONRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQSfq5tyQH8
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Claudia popped loose half a heartbeat too late, the bell had already CLANGED by the time she showed two fingers to the official. He didn’t even get a chance to shake his head ‘no’ because Domi stepped between them and raised both arms overhead, making sure Claudia had an exquisite view when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
“You showboating bytch!” Claudia shoved the brunette and Domi stumbled then recovered and came back with a shove of her own.
“Screw you, slug! When you win gold you can celebrate however you want! But until then, just answer me one question. How’d you like the taste of my leota--”
The Red Menace slapped the taste out of Dominique’s mouth and would’ve done it again if the brunette hadn’t beaten her to the punch. Throwing aside thoughts of victory and defeat in favour of continuing this war with her new rival, brunette and redhead tore into one another with abandon, slapping, pulling hair and hurling insults that’d make a long shoreman blush.
The ref, bless his heart, tried to prize the snarling lightweights apart but he had no success whatsoever until several more arrived to assist. Angrier than ever once she’d been separated from Daly, Claudia grabbed hold of the ropes and almost pulled herself loose before the zebras doubled down and dragged her out of the squared circle. “I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU, DALY!” she shouted. “I’LL SNAP THOSE SCRAWNY LEGS OF YOURS NEXT TIME, I PROMISE!”
Domi elbowed her way out of confinement, stomped to the corner and mounted it so she could glare down at Rooney as she was carted up the aisle. “I’M READY ANYTIME YOU ARE, ROONEY! ANYTIME, YOU HEAR? NEXT TIME YOU LEAVE IT’LL BE ON YOUR BACK! BUT NOT BEFORE I TAKE THAT PRETTY FACE--” she pointed imperiously to the fuming redhead. “AND GRIND IT OFF AGAINST THIS WASHBOARD!” She pointed to her abdomen, which gulped and bellowed beneath the strategic rips in her one-piece.
Claudia snarled and tried to fight loose, but the officials weren’t having it and she was still bundled up tight when they all disappeared through the curtain. Left blessedly alone with her beloved Nation, Dominique Daly flicked some sweat off her tummy and smoothed out her hair in both hands. “This is only the beginning, I promise.” she said to the camera. “The beginning to a story that ends with me wrapping the Lightweight Title around my waist.”
An intense, mixed reaction as the arena went dark and the speakers started ticking away. The clock soon faded to a keening guitar riff which in turn raised the house lights in crimson. Piercing this arterial vale was a single white spot trained on the stage, the only accompaniment to Red Light King’s ’Bullet In My Hand’.
I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well.
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell.
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now
There's someone lookin' out for me!
CLAUDIA ROONEY:
Emerging from the gloom with nary a word, Claudia Rooney paused atop the stage and raised an index finger to her lips only to spread her arms wide and ask, “Did ya miss me?” The loud reaction proved they did, even if for some of them it was only to serenade her with boos. For her first stateside appearance in almost a year, the not so Silent Siren wore a sturdy black two-piece with flames airbrushed on the top and across the seat. The fiery scheme carried over to her pads and boots as both were a dark red, a perfect match for the chunky bands adorning each wrist.
Conspicuous by her absence at Rooney’s side was ‘Astonishing’ Amanda Jane Giardi, the woman with whom Claudia had held the Iron Lotus Tag titles for more than six months. Rumor had it that the Pink Danger was ‘this close’ to signing on as the head trainer at the Mad House, a development that would do wonders for the quality of FAWN’s talent and absolutely nothing for the fearsome reputation of the place. What wasn’t missing was Claudia’s intensity, which had been off the chart since her thunderous war with Wendy Smith in 2013. Halfway down the ramp before anyone realized she’d started to move, Rooney went left at the corner, stamped up the steps and hopped onto the turnbuckles. It was from this perch that she spread her arms wide, urging the crowd to listen up as Mark Kasprzyk howled ‘I can’t see the light’.
Already focused on the entryway and who waited beyond it, Rooney leapt to the centre of the ring where she raised her right arm and pinched the ‘wristband’ with thumb and forefinger. Then she pulled it down with a slow tug, revealing it as a forearm sleeve. Once she’d repeated the trick on her left arm, she strode to the corner to wait out the last few moments before she got to remind these people of why she deserved a shot at that xenophobic blowhard, Polly Lockwood.
With the redheaded returnee in the ring, another woman who had been made sparse in the Lightweight title picture was ready for a return to prominence.
And when Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ announced the gorgeous gymnast’s arrival, the crowd reacted immediately.
APPLAUSE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pco91kroVgQ
Near unanimous cheers echo throughout the arena, a reaction unthinkable this time last year. But the brunette’s defection from the Mites, her association with a certain motormouth and a generally improved demeanour meant a healthy percentage of fans were convinced she had true intentions to go with this new attitude. Unfortunately, those intentions had not led to any improvement in her record, an error she meant to correct tonight.
DOMINIQUE DALY:
The Leader of the Domi-Nation appeared with the first verse, the tawny little hardbody decked out in a gleaming white leotard dusted with tiny stars in red, white and blue. The strategic rips remained, revealing several swatches of Daly’s trim midriff as was the perfectly-sculptured muscles of her shoulders, arms and thighs. The look was completed with matching white tape on her wrists and ankles. Daly dipped her head and raised her hands to clap along with the chorus.
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause
Live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Daly threw her head back, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted “HIT IT!” Just like that the lights turned strobe, flickering on and off so fast that even the most attentive fans couldn’t follow all of the effortlessly intricate series of tumbles, handsprings, flips and cartwheels that took the exotic brunette down the ramp. Tracking her was made all the more difficult by the thunderous trail of red and blue pyro that accompanied her journey from one end of the aisle to the other.
When the lights regained their equilibrium Daly was *just* alighting on the top turnbuckle. Spine tingling with the electricity of a thousand awed voices, Dominique threw her hands overhead in a ‘V’, then took their breath away again by launching into the sky for a spiralling descent that planted her in the centre of the ring.
With Daly situated in front of a scowling, unimpressed Rooney, the Announcer finally got to do his job.”
“And her opponent, hailing from Portland, Oregon, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twelve pounds. She is the ORIGINAL Mighty Mite…and is now simply mitey awesome DOMINIQUE DALY!”
The crowd seemed to agree with the statement and roared as Domi back handstands her way to her corner and settled into an expectant crouch.
Both women came out of their corners fast when the bell sounded. While there was no personal enmity between them (at least not yet) Domi was eager to climb her way back into Lightweight Title contention and Claudia was eager to remind the FAWN fans of what they’d missed while she was on her nearly year long tour of Europe and Asia. Exchanging slight nods as they closed the distance, brunette and redhead dove the rest of the way and met in the sort of springy, frenetic Collar & Elbow Tie-Up only world class highfliers can manage.
Daly forced her opponent to give up a few steps very early, but when Rooney set her feet Domi knew that eight pound weight advantage could prove problematic. Seeking to circumvent the issue before Claudia could take charge, the Snarky Mite snatched hold of Rooney’s left wrist, spun around behind and forced it up between her shoulders in a Hammerlock. “Welcome back, sweetie.” Domi grinned when the redhead winced and pushed onto her toes. “See what you’ve been missing while you were goneEWHOAH!”
Claudia twisted down and around, a sinuous move that took Daly’s back and allowed her to turn the Hammerlock on the brunette. “I really have missed this.” Rooney taunted after a few hard yanks. “Planting girls on other continents is fine, but no one takes a beating quite like you, Dom--”
Daly reached back with her free arm, cupped the back of Claudia’s skull and sprang straight into the air. Hitting a perfect forty-five degree angle like it was no big deal, Dominique pumped her legs once, then dropped onto her right side and-- the FAWNatics let out an impressed little murmur that grew into loud applause when the former Trophy Wife hooked a leg around her rival’s waist a split second before Domi’s Snapmare would’ve sent her tumbling across the mat. In truth she still went tumbling across the mat, but that partial hook was enough to take Daly along for the ride. When they came to a stop the Hammerlock was still intact and Rooney had added a snug Bodyscissors the mix.
Vaguely insulted that Daly had tried such a standard counter on her, Claudia tugged up on the Hammerlock and sent a pulse through her thighs, which earned a soft grunt from her captive. “C’mon Domi, what am I, some lumbering Destroyer?” she tightened the Scissors to prove her point. “If you’re gonna toss me off you’ll need to dig a lot deeper into your bag of tricks.”
The grounded gymnast reached for the ropes, then pounded a fist against the canvas in irritation when she saw they were still a couple feet out of reach. “Going for the ropes now?” Claudia scoffed. “That’s really starting to hurt my feelNNNGGGHH!”
Domi crooked her free arm into a ‘V’ and jabbed the tip of her elbow into Rooney’s right thigh. “I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk.” the brunette snickered before digging in with another elbow. “Or maybe not. That was a nice little grunt you let out therAHH NO YOU DON’T! I SAID--DAMMIT, GET OFF YOU SKANK!”
Having learned that a one-armed Daly could still dish out the hurt, the Red Menace hooked her right arm around Dominique’s right bicep and wrenched it back into a Chickenwing. It wasn’t even sort of painful compared to the Hammerlock or the Bodyscissors, but it took away her ability to spike Rooney’s thigh, not to mention reach for the ropes. “Got ya tied up tight and we’re less than two minutes in.” Claudia noted once Daly’s first bit of squirming had died down. “Want to call it before I really get started or do you wanna get worn out?”
Domi laughed despite the growing ache in her shoulder and elbow. “You been away too long, girl. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving this ring before I turn you into a crash-pad.”
“Damn, you sure talk a great game for someone glued to the OOOFFFHH!”
Domi pulled her head forward and snapped it back, driving an awkward blow into the redhead’s chin. It didn’t free her arms, but the Scissors loosened enough for Daly to kick her own stems up n’ around Rooney’s shins. Locking her ankles tight, Dominique slid her Scissors down until her calves were wedged in atop Claudia’s ankles. Then she did some squeezing of her own, putting a whole lotta crush on the relatively fragile lock that kept her trapped.
Claudia gasped as her ankles thrummed with pain. She returned the favour by bearing down on the brunette’s ribs and jerking up on her captured wrist, but Daly wouldn’t relent and eventually she broke her Scissors to make sure the bendy bytch didn’t hobble her. Sucking in a deep breath when the pressure around her waist dropped away, the gorgeous gymnast fought to her knees and clambered forward until she was pressed chest-first against the ropes. “BREAK!” she shouted. “BREAK THE HOLD AND BACK THE HELL OFF!”
Claudia knew she’d have a few seconds before the ref enforced the break, so she feigned assent with a nod, then got to her feet and dragged Daly to hers. “Ya just touched the ropes, Domi.” Rooney chuckled as she started to back up. “Maybe if you could actually grab hold I’d OOOWWW YOU BYTCH!”
Domi SLAMMED a bare heel down on Claudia’s toes and ground back n’ forth until she was able to wrench her right arm free of the Chickenwing. Still within reach of safety, Daly snatched hold of the top rope and spat, “LEMME GO OR I’LL STOMP YOU AGAIN, PUNKNNNNGGHH!”
Claudia let loose of the Hammerlock and promptly pounded her left forearm across the back of Dominique’s shoulders once, twice, three times. “I’m not gonna let you out, baby.” Rooney growled once she’d squeezed another gasp from the brunette with a rudely applied Waistlock. “But I will send your narrow ass flying!”
Wrenching Domi clear of the ropes in spite of protests from the official and the gymnast herself, the Whist Warrior dropped her hips, then popped ‘em something fierce to send the smaller woman flying up, over and backwoooohhhhhh-- The FAWNatics offered up that glorious applause as Daly somersaulted through the toss and landed in a feline crouch several feet behind her rival.
Competitive juices at a rolling boil now, she charged the recovering redhead and leapt just as Rooney righted herself. Looping an arm around Claudia’s neck, Domi meant to pull her fellow lightweight down with a retaliatory Sleeper, but the redhead staggered into the ropes and grabbed on for dear life. Didn’t ask for a break though, far from it. Rather she pushed forward and snapped back, using the rest of Domi’s momentum and some of her own to hurl the Pernicious Pixie off her perch. As undaunted by this fall as the previous, Daly hit the canvas in a flawless tumble and bounced up fresh as a daisy on the other side of the squared circle.
“That all you got?” Dominique called over the enthusiastic roar of the crowd. “I thought you were supposed to be fast!”
“I am fast.” Claudia answered without missing a beat. “I thought you were supposed to be an Olympian.”
That did it.
Daly stomped across the canvas all ‘big girl pissed’ and Claudia did the same, the pair of foes meeting in a Lock-Up far rougher and less polite than the first. Seizing the redhead’s wrist after a brief struggle, Domi backed up and slung Claudia toward the ropes only to find herself taking the ride when Rooney reversed the Whip. She adjusted to the new circumstances in an instant and was more than ready for another skirmish when she came back but that whistling asshole laid out on her belly at the last second, forcing Dominique to continue on to the opposite side.
Back to vertical well before Domi closed in again, Claudia mouthed, “C’mon slowpoke.” then took to the skies when Daly “OOOOFFFFH!”
Rooney’s leapfrog came to a bad end when Domi joined her in the air and THUMPED both feet into her tummy with a gorgeous Dropkick that sent the other lightweight dropping to the mat like a rock. “YEAH BABY!” Domi bellowed to her fans as she loomed over the prone battler. “TELL THIS BYTCH WHO’S THE BADDEST QUICK DRAW ON THE FREAKIN’ PLANET!”
They roared her name back a thousand fold and Daly nodded her approval. “Hear that, slug? They already know. And I’m more than happy to teach you too.”
With that, Dominique leapt high over the splayed Rooney, widening her lithe, abbreviated legs into a set of airborne splits. Daly’s front leg came down like a guillotine across Claudia’s throat and sent the Red Menace into a gasping set of spasms, Rooney pushing off Domi’s stem then grasping at her injured neck.
Hardly interested in going for a pin this early, Daly scrambled to her feet. When she gathered her balance and stood at Claudia’s side once more, it’s clear she’s going aerial again from her current standing position. Flipping forward, she landed in a CRASHING somersault Senton across the ivory tummy of the former Trophy Wife in Training.
Daly rolled to her feet as Claudia added a set of aching abs to her ailments, one arm now swaddling her belly. Deciding lying down on the job would only invite further bombardments, Claudia struggled to all fours and crawled for the nearest set of ropes. Slipping her head through between the top and middle strands to make her way toward a time-out proved a perilous exercise as Domi’s tawny legs were already churning, carrying the original Mite toward the cables beside Rooney. Daly leapt through, grabbing the top rope as she did. She spun in a I-turn and Dropkicked the face of her foe in a Tiger Feint Kick, infringing on a Claudia signature, but clearly not caring.
The impact sent Claudia staggering up and away, toward the centre of the squared circle. The besieged returnee ended on one knee, shaking out cobwebs, perhaps only now remembering FAWN was a considerable step up from most of the organizations she’d held sway in over the past months.
That idea was reinforced when a sprinting Dominique raced to Claudia, used her raised knee as a platform, and launched a sweeping Shining Wizard kick that connected flush with the redhead’s temple. Rooney ended splayed on her side and the buzzing Mite turned her foe and spread Claudia flat and wide on the canvas, covering in a lateral press for the…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU7qbc0XOB8
ONE…
TWO…
Rooney kicked her way free of Daly’s grasp, rolling to her chest and immediately digging her nails into the deck to drag her way to relative safety. Domi sidled beside her foe but left Rooney be, instead sliding through the ropes, turning and grabbing the top strand. Patiently, or as close as she could manage, Domi waited for a battered Claudia to rise. The Red Menace did and when it’s with her back to the Mite, Dominique launched to make a huge impact with a Springboard Diamond Dust.
But showing she’s been watching tape on the FAWN veteran and retained some of her senses, Claudia countered, catching Domi mid-flip. It’s Rooney that guided the duo’s trip the rest of the way down, sending Domi CRASHING to the canvas with a unique Spinebuster. With the echoing SLAM of the mat, the crowd quieted to Claudia’s former volume, silence. Daly shuddered to a motionless stop in a limp single file between Claudia’s extended legs. Rooney moved the legs over the Mite’s shoulders and the official swooped down next to the pinned, prone brunette, slapping the deck for…
ONE…
TWO…
Daly returned the favour, throwing a shoulder up and rolling to her side. Claudia lifted a leg and sent a heel into the base of Daly’s spandex-covered spine. Domi yelped in pain, her back arching, exotic Pac Rim features twisting, including a trademark case of nose scrunching. Meanwhile, Claudia slid from beside Daly and pushed to her feet, ready to take the lead in this increasingly hectic battle.
She immediately reclaimed the noggin of a rising Daly. Sinking a set of digits into the ponytail of the stooped gymnast, Claudia leapt high and sat out, busting Domi’s cute mug into the deck with a frightful ferocity.
SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER (first clip):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISThZA3rznw
As a reflexive spasm sent Daly twisting to her back after the impact, Claudia passed on a cover and instead headed for the nearest set of buckles. Clambering up, she peeked over a shoulder to spot the still sprawled Dominique then launched into a back-flip. The Moonsault might not be as high or graceful as what Domi could produce, but when Claudia CRASHED down across Daly’s open tawny tummy, the Mite’s almond-shaped peepers bulged like the redhead had dropped an anvil on her midriff. Rooney took a tick to gather her breath then threw her body atop that of the splattered Domi, pressing a palm into Daly’s face, pushing cheek to canvas while the zebra counts out his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Daly pushed out from under Claudia as best she could, moving to a stunned seat next to the redhead. Behind her foe and also seated, Claudia got to work, snaking her legs under and around the arms of the Mite. Locking her legs behind the neck of the supple brunette, Claudia captured Daly in a torturous Lotus Lock, Rooney increasing the pressure by pushing off the deck with her flattened palms. Arms, neck and head stressed to the maximum, Dominique mewled and yipped in pain. The official asked if Daly wanted to submit but a grunt and slight shake of her noggin convinced him otherwise.
LOTUS LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6RDDVobul8
Not convinced was Claudia, who continues to force Domi’s chin into her cleavage, but after a dozen seconds and no quit yet shown, the Red Menace unhooked her lower limbs and lets Domi slump to one side while Rooney scrambled to boot leather.
Wanting to keep the speed of the match in overdrive, particularly while she’s at the wheel, Claudia hauled a reeling Daly to her feet with a two-handed clench of her foe’s braincase. Aiming Domi at the far corner, Claudia changed her grip to a wrist and buggywhipped the Mighty Mite toward the buckles.
Daly raced across the canvas like she’s on a tumbling run, but the only tumble taken was when she turned into the corner and her body was rocked by the collision. Legs unhinging, Dominique plopped to her sculpted behind, legs extended, torso leaning into the corner, her head lolled back, almond-shaped, emerald eyes glassy and pointed toward the rafters.
Instead of racing toward the downed Daly, Claudia strode to the dazed Domi. She hovered over Daly for a moment then grabbed the top rope on either side of the buckles and hopped into the air for her signature Cold Feet, MASHING her boots into Dominique’s face, chest and belly, working her way down the line until the final STOMP hit Dominique’s sweet spot, drawing a sympathetic groan from the FAWNatics and an electric shock-like response from the Mite, Domi’s body tensing as her centre was CRUSHED underfoot.
Claudia relinquished control of the ropes, but she kept her encroaching tootsies close, much to Daly’s chagrin. “Maybe you should go ahead and kiss my boots now, punk.” the redhead snarked while grinding her right heel between the other lightweight’s sternum. “That way you can skip right to kissing my ass after the bell UNGH!”
Domi shoved Rooney’s foot aside, leaned forward and stuffed a punch into her tummy. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll stuff my feet in EEERRRRGGGHH!”
The punch backed Claudia up a step, unfortunately that wasn’t nearly enough distance to stop her from leaning down and CRAAACKING Dominique across the mouth with a Bytch Slap. “Listen to me you sawed off little gym rat.” Claudia hissed, her nose inches from Domi’s. “From now on you’re the one under a vow of silence. I don’t want to hear anything unless you’re screaming my--”
Daly’s hands flicked up, her manicured nails glittering as she reached for Rooney’s eyes. They drew within inches, but the Whist Warrior caught her around the wrists and squeezed until Daly winced. She would’ve started in on the trash talk again if the ref hadn’t bustled in close and urged, “All right ladies; let’s get it out of the corner! Stand up and give me a clean break.”
His first request was granted without hesitation, the second started off ok, then went off the rails when Claudia jerked her still-rising adversary into a Kneelift that landed just above the navel. Jerking Daly away from the relative safety of the buckles, Rooney lowered her head and wedged it under the brunette’s left arm. In the same breath she curled her left arm around Domi’s lower back and hooked her right arm behind the shorter grappler’s left knee. Then she boosted Daly up, turned in a quarter circle and planted her feet wide so that the gymnast’s legs split around Rooney’s hips in a rather loose Scissors. With Domi offering up all the resistance of a Hefty bag, Claudia took a moment to whistle a few bars of ‘Highway to Hell’, then dipped her knees and popped her hips to take Daly up, over and down in a beautiful THWHUMPING bridge. Pushing onto her toes as the impact rippled through the canvas, Rooney arched up that much higher as the ref started to count…
CRADLED NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX @ 00:58
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmO6Sh4i50A
ONE…
TWO…
The Pernicious Pixie ‘smacked’ both hands against her foe’s midriff, then curled her fingers into claws and raked ‘em in opposite directions to break the cover with a full second remaining. Claudia sat up, turned onto one knee and put one hand against her stinging abs. “I see. Turn into a desperate catfighter when you realize there’s no way you can beat me in a wrestling match, is that it?”
Domi, who was still rather breathless after the redhead’s prolonged offense, put aside her aches long enough to push to a seat. “Bytch, if you can’t handle getting your fat gut raked, I think you’re in the wrong line of AAAHHHH SHYT, LET GO!”
The Savage Siren snatched Daly’s wrists in each hand and stuffed them under her arms before locking her hands, effectively trapping the brunette’s stems in her coil. Torn between confidence in her own near preternatural flexibility and concern over what Rooney had in mind. Dominique wrapped her arms around the redhead’s right shin. Wasn’t the most elegant defence she’d ever devised, but it stopped Claudia from turning her over and for now that was all that mattered. “So tell me, did you sleep through all of Giardi’s lessons?” Daly adopted a remarkably haughty tone for someone walking a very perilous line. “Because if she’s as good as she’s supposed to be there’s no way she didn’t tell you there’s not a stretch out there that can RRRGGGHHHHH!”
Claudia wiggled a foot loose and scraped it down Domi’s cheek, distracting the springy exotique long enough for Rooney to turn her onto her stomach. To no one’s surprise she almost immediately tossed Daly’s left leg aside so she could take a knee (which she planted between her foe’s shoulders) and thus wrench Dominique’s legs at a terrible angle with Half Crab.
TORTURE HALF CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf-g0cltcXU
Even bent into something that looked like a madman’s idea of a capital ‘Y’, the Snarky Mite only grimaced when the hold sank in and she sure as hell didn’t look like someone thinking about surrender. “Lord, you really are that dumb.” she huffed. “Who knew Gretchen was the smart--” Rooney traced the tip of her index finger up n’ down between Domi’s thighs, an act which stopped the brunette’s notorious mouth dead in its tracks. When next she spoke, she sounded remarkably tuff, a feat all the more impressive when you considered the grapefruit sized lump in her throat. “Don’t even think about it, Claudia. Right now we’re having a wrestling match and I’m happy to keep it that way. But if you go at my trunks like that we’ve blown past wrestling and gone straight to war-AAAAHHH GAAAAHHHHD YOOOOUUUU BYTCH!”
Having noted the outline of her foe’s womanhood limned against the slick white material, Claudia pinched it between thumb and forefinger, as viciously intimate an attack as she could muster without going under the leotard. “I may be a bytch,” Rooney agreed as she continued her heartless undercarriage obliteration, “but you’re the one getting her junk mauled for the whole world to see.” Case in point, she stopped pinching just long enough to raaaaaaaake her nails down the gleaming spandex.
Awkward as only a ref can be when confronted with blush worthy questions, the zebra dropped to one knee beside the suffering grapplerette and asked, “What do you say, Dominique? Want to give it--”
Fan favourite or not, Daly still had no time for stupid questions, so she lashed a claw in his general direction. “Really glad you did that.” Claudia admitted. “Means the poor dope will be too scared to check on you when the real hurting starts.”
“This? This… isn’t… shyt.” Domi huffed between ragged exhalations. “The real hurt… doesn’t start until AAAAAAAHHHHH FAAAAAAAHK!”
The Red Menace pinched that much harder, then twisted her wrist, adding a whole new dimension to the hellish torture. “Give it up, benchwarmer.” Claudia sneered, her dark eyes alight with cruel pleasure as she worked to extract her humiliating submission. “Give it up or I’ll pull this aside and NNNNGGGGHH!”
Demonstrating the sort of body grace that’d made her a pillar of FAWN’s lightweight ranks, the trapped brunette whipped up her left leg and THWONKED her heel into the crown of Claudia’s skull. That single blow didn’t free her, it did however force Rooney to double down on the more traditional elements of the Half Crab, which Daly considered a major victory. Hands planted flat against the canvas, Dominique caught her breath, then growled, “Last chance, bytch. Let go of my leg and we’ll play for pins. Hold on and we play for tears.”
Not about to be intimidated by a chick she’d twisted like a pretzel, Claudia worked herself into a very deep crouch and growled, “Tears are fine with me, sluWHOOOAH!”
Daly had put her left foot on the mat after the heel strike, now she pushed up off it and her hands to swing up in a rather torturous looking crunch that ended with her left leg slung over the redhead’s right shoulder. Hooking the limb around the back of Claudia’s head because her right leg was still under the other woman’s control, Domi plunged her hands into Rooney’s hair and stuffed her into a tawdry (albeit crowd pleasing) crotch smother.
Using the hair holds to lay out hard on her back, Daly abandoned one so she could pound punches into the Savage Siren’s forehead until she was forced to abandon what remained of the Crab. That allowed Dominique to secure a more traditional Headscissors and as soon as she did she pushed up on her palms to add even more pressure. “THERE, YA NASTY TRAMP!” Daly shouted as Claudia was forced to snack on her leotard. “MAKE SURE TO KISS IT ALL BETTER BEFORE YOU START SLAPPIN’ THAT MAT!”
Daly’s muscular if succinct stems went about cracking Claudia’s head like a nut, the brunette’s thighs clenching as she put every ounce of energy into them. Rooney’s face started approaching the same hue as her hair, the Red Menace fruitlessly struggling to free herself. But with the sinew in Domi’s stems, it’s quickly proven a hopeless cause.
What’s not was another attempt at escape, and before Claudia could lose her coordination and consciousness, she skillfully got her knees beneath her and trudged forward. Though the Scissors remained unbroken, Claudia rolled Daly up into a tight little ball. The ref checked on the Mite’s shoulders and satisfied, slapped the canvas for…
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TWO…
Dominique simultaneously released her Scissors and rolled to her side to avoid the loss. But it didn’t mean she’s left payback mode. Hopping to her bare tootsies, Daly violently tugged the redhead up next to her and took Rooney’s left wrist. Pushing her back into the ropes, Daly got a little added momentum for her Irish Whip, but Claudia reversed and it’s Domi sent for the ride. Still unsteady, the former Trophy Wife in Training wobbled to the middle as the gymnast hits the ropes. Claudia made herself a roadblock but also dipped her head the tiniest bit and that proved catastrophic.
On her return, Domi leapt over the lowered back of the ivory-skinned grappler, catching Claudia’s noggin in a Front Facelock as she flipped above the returnee. Daly’s ridiculous speed equalled a lot of momentum and she used it all to RIP Claudia off her moorings and impressively SPIKE her skull into the thinly-covered plywood with a Front Flip DDT.
[b[FRONT FLIP DDT:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPVGZq4iNxU&feature=related
A demolished Claudia ended on her knees for a moment but quickly timbered to her side and Daly scrambled atop her for the pin, garnering a…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Rooney showed the fortitude to kick her way out of trouble, at least for the moment. The near Olympian, for her part, scrambled to her feet seemingly unflappable at coming close but coming up short. Instead, she started a rhythmic clap which the FAWNatics quickly picked up and, with the house keeping time, the Pac Rim cutie returned her emerald eyes to the redhead.
To Claudia’s credit, she’s on her feet, if still somewhat doubled. It’s a shame she didn’t have her eyes off the canvas in front of her as Dominique offered a little nasty favour returning in the way of a punt to the pussy from behind.
Rooney lifted to tiptoes, her peepers bulging and jaw dropping as everything else froze solid. Daly most certainly was not, as she slid by the side of the Red Menace and slipped through the cables in front of her. Turning to put Rooney in her sights, Domi grabbed the top cable and flawlessly vaulted to a perfectly balanced stance on the rubber-coated steel. Using the cable as a springboard, she tumbled over the Whist Warrior collected her head at just the right time and laid out on her back to THWHAM Claudia down on the back of her head and shoulders via the second half of her signature Daly Double.
DALY DOUBLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aGoxWk4MS0
Dominique seamlessly somersaulted out of the landing, popping to her feet and sticking a landing with arms high and outstretched. The crowd gave the maneuver a perfect ‘10’ from the sound of it and the leotard-clad athlete bowed in response, feeling jauntier by the moment.
Daly passed on a pin attempt, apparently wishing to pile on before trying again. She moved to the Red Menace, plucking Rooney off the deck with dual handfuls of copper locks. Bullying the wobbly Claudia to a corner, Dominique pulled back her foe’s noggin and SLAMMED it into the top buckle, enjoying it so much, she decided to do it a couple more times.
With Rooney dazed, the taut Mighty Mite scooped her off the deck and into a horizontal plane across her chest. She stuffed Rooney’s frame deep between the top and middle buckles and took off for the opposite corner as fast as her bare feet could carry her, which was plenty speedy indeed.
Slapping the top of the opposite buckles, Daly made a U-turn planning on showing her foe something Mercy had taught her in her short but memorable time under the fighter’s tutelage, namely her Daly Special.
Domi sprinted at Rooney and, from a few feet out launched with right knee pointed and extended. But even as Daly moved to the far corner, the redhead had been working furiously to free herself and by the time the exotic brunette went airborne with her knee poised, Claudia tumbled out of her predicament. With her target vanished, Domi’s almond-shaped eyes went wide just before the point of her knee BWUUUNGED the middle buckle with incredible force.
Bouncing away from the corner, the hobbled Domi limped around the squared circle, her face scrunching in adorable pain. She hopped as she tried to loosen the hinge of her joint then put the sole of her foot down, walking on the leg but gingerly. All the while, Rooney used the ropes to pull herself up and keep the distracted Domi in view. At the perfect moment she struck, leaping toward the Mite with a Dropkick to the injured knee just as Daly put further weight on it.
Howling, her right leg taken out from under her, Dominique SLAMMED to the canvas face-first. The dimpled warrior made it back to her knees, there checking her nose for any detours. As she did, Claudia dropped to a kneel in front of the brunette and started to snake her arms around the back of Daly’s head with all the intention of pulling her close and sending Daly’s gorgeous features in for a facial courtesy her gurls and a Front Sleeper.
Rooney’s assets didn’t have the vaunted reputation of say a Wendy Smith or a Chrissy Daniel, but they were more than enough to get Domi thrashing like a snake with a broken back when the redhead took her air. Already smiling, Claudia showed a bit more teeth when Daly grabbed a double handful of hair and tried to yank her way out. The ref was quick to tap on the struggling brunette’s shoulder, but Rooney shrugged it off. “Don’t worry about it.” she told him through that ferocious smile. “I want the bytch to try everything and still come up short.”
Speaking of short, Daly was most certainly short of breath and the situation didn’t improve when Claudia bulled her onto her back. Mounted on top of the straining, squealing Oregon native, the Red Menace kept the juggs flowing freely as she hooked her shins over Dominique’s upper thighs and spread her legs at a near perfect forty-five degrees. Eventually the combination of exhaustion and oxygen deprivation loosened Domi’s claws and they fell to the mat when Claudia adjusted her snuggle.
Seeing brunette shoulders against the canvas, the official dropped to one knee and again the Whist Warrior shook her head ‘no’. “Not like that.” she said. “It is called a Front Sleeper, after all. Check her hand.” He acquiesced to the request and shortly thereafter Daly’s left wrist was raised high. At least until the ref released it, that was. Then it dropped to the thinly-sheathed plywood with no resistance whatsoever. The ref raised a hand and called, “ONE!”
Mightily worried for their Mitey heroine, the Domi-nation leapt to its feet and raised a thunderous cheer in hopes of transferring some of their energy to the suffering woman buried beneath Claudia’s cleavage. Alas, it did nothing to stop the ref’s pitiless count, which doubled when Daly’s hand touched down for the second time.
“Kinda hard to believe.” Rooney’s voice was soft and mean as she made Dominque suffer through a slow motion scrub. “Fast as you are, you couldn’t outmanoeuvre my tits.”
Neither Daly nor the referee had an answer for that. The former merely snuffled and the latter was busy raising Dominique’s hand for the third and final-- a cacophony of cheers from the FAWNatics when Daly’s arm shot back into the sky less than four inches shy of defeat. Pumping her fist in acknowledgement of the crowd’s love (muffled though it was) Domi put it to more practical use by pwak-pwak-PWAAAKING shots into her tormentor’s ribs.
Angered by the abrupt resurgence, Claudia caught Daly’s wrists after a brief struggle and pinned them high overhead. Pressing down with every bit of her weight, she flicked her eyes at the zebra and snarled, “Ok, NOW you can count her down.”
Permission granted, he dove onto all fours, then checked Domi’s shoulders and slapped off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--
”GAAAAAAHHHHHH OOOHHHH YOU BYTCH!”
Claudia reared up like Domi’d transformed into a hot stove and when the brunette sat up with her, her face still gamely glued to Rooney’s bust, the crowd knew Domi had a mouthful. Didn’t last much longer though, Claudia pounded half a dozen punches into the brunette’s temple and that freed her quite nicely. Burying her fingers in Daly’s dark hair, Rooney got to her feet and forced the gymnast to do the same, albeit in far less pleasant fashion.
“So you wanna bite? I can play that game too, honey.”
With that she pulled Dominique close and bit down on her right cheek, an unexpected bit of savagery from a woman usually noted for her technical prowess. Claudia let her prey wail for a few seconds, then spit her out, slapped on a Wristlock and flung Daly to a corner on the far side, where she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the buckles. Saved from prime Stink Facing real estate thanks to an arm hooked over the top rope, Domi lived to regret her own tenacity when Rooney roared in, sprang onto the middle strand and THWHACKED her right knee into the side of the Mite’s skull.
CORNER SHINING WIZARD @ 00:10
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSC22r18AUE
Daly heaved like a ship racked in a gale but she didn’t go down, mostly because Claudia doubled over and stuffed a shoulder into her midsection. Boosting Domi into a seat on the top floor, the Red Menace climbed to the second rope and hooked her right arm over Daly’s chest while simultaneously dipping her head under the brunette’s right arm. “Can’t get as high as Montoya got back at ‘Mania.” Claudia admitted as she hooked the other woman across the back of her right thigh. “But I can still throw your overrated punk ass to the other side of the ring.”
Tugging Dominique to her feet as quickly as she could, Rooney dipped her knees in anticipation of the Exploder, then grunted in shock and hurt when Daly drilled an elbow into the crown of her skull. Desperate to avoid what she knew would be fight-winning Suplex, Domi just pounded away on Rooney’s pate, another trick Mercy had shown her a few years prior. Only stopping when the arm across her chest and around her thigh dropped away, Daly put both hands against the redhead’s chest and shoved. Domi had hoped Claudia would land hard on her back, unfortunately she’d picked up some tricks from her own ‘Astonishing’ mentor and she landed easily on her feet.
More angry than hurt despite the strength of Daly’s counterattack, Claudia charged the instant she touched down and CRAAACKED Domi’s cheek with an uppercut-style Palm Strike that tipped the bouncy little exotique waaaaaaaaay back before the recoil slumped her forward again.
Satisfied she’d dimmed Daly’s lights but good, Rooney wheeled around, raced to mid-ring and returned twice as fast. Leaving the canvas when there were still several feet between herself and the corner, Claudia spread her legs in a predatory ‘V’ and smecked them shut around Domi’s noggin. Ankles locked, she leaned forward, then torqued back and got an unwelcome assist when the gymnast planted both hands against her tush and shoved as hard as she could. Claudia’s ‘Rana lifted off just fine, but she made the trip solo because Dominique remained stubbornly anchored to the corner. No matter, Rooney landed easily on her feet and rushed the corner only to put it in full reverse when she realized Domi was no longer there.
Indeed she’d vaulted into the heavens with a gorgeous tumbling somersault that just so happened to land her squarely atop the startled redhead’s shoulders. Clamping down like the world’s flippiest bear trap, Dominique torqued her hips to flip Claudia up, over and down with a Dragonrana that THWHAMMED the flabbergasted grapplerette on the back of her head and neck. Rooney’s legs popped up in time with the stunned roar of the FAWNatics and Domi captured them both behind the knee, all the better to fold her in half with a shoulders down, ass up Matchbook. Forehead inches from the canvas, Daly bore down with everything she had left while the ref counted….
DRAGONRANA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQSfq5tyQH8
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TWO…
THREE!
Claudia popped loose half a heartbeat too late, the bell had already CLANGED by the time she showed two fingers to the official. He didn’t even get a chance to shake his head ‘no’ because Domi stepped between them and raised both arms overhead, making sure Claudia had an exquisite view when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DOMINIQUE DALY!”
“You showboating bytch!” Claudia shoved the brunette and Domi stumbled then recovered and came back with a shove of her own.
“Screw you, slug! When you win gold you can celebrate however you want! But until then, just answer me one question. How’d you like the taste of my leota--”
The Red Menace slapped the taste out of Dominique’s mouth and would’ve done it again if the brunette hadn’t beaten her to the punch. Throwing aside thoughts of victory and defeat in favour of continuing this war with her new rival, brunette and redhead tore into one another with abandon, slapping, pulling hair and hurling insults that’d make a long shoreman blush.
The ref, bless his heart, tried to prize the snarling lightweights apart but he had no success whatsoever until several more arrived to assist. Angrier than ever once she’d been separated from Daly, Claudia grabbed hold of the ropes and almost pulled herself loose before the zebras doubled down and dragged her out of the squared circle. “I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU, DALY!” she shouted. “I’LL SNAP THOSE SCRAWNY LEGS OF YOURS NEXT TIME, I PROMISE!”
Domi elbowed her way out of confinement, stomped to the corner and mounted it so she could glare down at Rooney as she was carted up the aisle. “I’M READY ANYTIME YOU ARE, ROONEY! ANYTIME, YOU HEAR? NEXT TIME YOU LEAVE IT’LL BE ON YOUR BACK! BUT NOT BEFORE I TAKE THAT PRETTY FACE--” she pointed imperiously to the fuming redhead. “AND GRIND IT OFF AGAINST THIS WASHBOARD!” She pointed to her abdomen, which gulped and bellowed beneath the strategic rips in her one-piece.
Claudia snarled and tried to fight loose, but the officials weren’t having it and she was still bundled up tight when they all disappeared through the curtain. Left blessedly alone with her beloved Nation, Dominique Daly flicked some sweat off her tummy and smoothed out her hair in both hands. “This is only the beginning, I promise.” she said to the camera. “The beginning to a story that ends with me wrapping the Lightweight Title around my waist.”