Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 20, 2014 19:02:40 GMT
The buzz of the crowd had barely started to fade when the Announcer gave them reason to get loud all over again. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is an open challenge to Cynthia Mitchell. Introducing first, the woman who made that challenge, hailing from Darlington, South Carolina... She stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-nine pounds. She is the Southern Speed Demon, the Asphalt Angel, ladies and gentlemen, she is... MEEEGGGGGGEEERRRZZZ FLLLEEETTTCCCHHHEEERRR!!!!!”
While the woman in question wasn’t quite a fixture with the Orlando faithful just yet--though two signature wins over Ivy Armstrong was a damned good start-- that didn’t stop the crowd from giving her an INCREDIBLY warm welcome. Indeed, her reception was so boisterous that it took the crowd a moment to realize that music was pumping through the speakers.
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd went absolutely boisterous at their first sighting of the gorgeous grease monkey this evening.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
Meggerz Fletcher was a tall, imposing blonde--no compact model, she--and every one of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there were also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
All smiles, Meggerz wasted little time marching toward the ring--but she hardly skimped on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap was complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes.
No sooner was she in the ring did Meggerz turn toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. The crowd would have to wait a few more moments to find out if the Cyn-Ful One had accepted her challenge, but even if the middle Mitchell ducked Fletcher for another night the vast majority of the FAWNatics were still happy to be a part of Fletcher’s pit crew.
Judas Priest fell silent and the FAWNatics (not to mention Meggerz herself) turned to the stage to see if Cynthia would make an appearance. For several seconds there was nothing. Then the speakers came to life again, but not with Skye Sweetnam or even AC/DC. Instead they offered up a single low, warbling note. With this mournful sound came the fog and with the fog came an eerie ‘whooshing’ noise and those assembled realized that Meggerz’s challenge had been answered not by a Hellion, but the Gray Lady herself. Unconcerned by the trials and tribulations of those who dwelt outside its boundaries, the fog flooded the stage. It crept from beneath the ring and lapped at the feet of those in the first several rows. When it was almost too thick to see through, the lights faded out and Seven Devils rose up.
SEVEN DEVILS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLkGKkfmgjU
Holy water cannot help you now
A thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
Holding their breath without even realizing it, the FAWNatics spotted a few soft-edged details thanks to several low spotlights that made the murk flicker and glow, not to mention the illumination thrown by the ‘tron, which showed even more churning vapours. But seeing The Gray wasn’t the issue. The Lurker in the Gray however, she was an entirely different story.
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
A single spotlight hit the stage in time with the first chorus and there stood a tall figure in a hooded, storm gray cloak. For a moment it was still, then a hand encased in a dark red leather glove reached up and pulled the cowl back to reveal a pale skinned woman with dark eyes and a tangle of long, coppery locks.
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Wanting nothing to do with the Destroyer‘s Destroyer, the Announcer somehow found the strength to raise his back-up mic. “And answering the challenge, hailing from Crythin Gifford, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds, she is the Gray Lady… HELENA GRAYLOCK!”
Motionless after her initial revealing, Helena abruptly slipped the cloak from her shoulders and started down the aisle. The Gray made it quite trying to make out all the details at once, but who stared long enough learned more than they wanted. Tonight Our Lady of the Mists wore a dark gray one-piece with a wine red sash belted at the waist. Fans on the aisle thought they saw knee-high gray boots and matching elbow pads and it turned out they did, but these details weren’t confirmed until the mysterious Englishwoman climbed from the fog on the nearly obscured steel steps.
Gripping the top rope in her right hand, Graylock walked from one end of the apron to the other, the leather of her glove making and unpleasant ‘squeeeeeaaaak’ against the rubber-coated steel. Then she climbed over the ropes, made her way to the Announcer and extended her hand for a microphone, which she received immediately. When her music died away, Helena turned to Meggerz and said, “As you can see, I am not Cynthia Mitchell. But neither are you Shea London, Rebecca Clayton, Margaret Connor, Pandora or any of the myriad other women who have found a way to be away from the building whenever I am in it. It has been too long since I’ve been between these ropes, Meggerz Fletcher, and that means The Gray is hungry. I intend to feed you to it. That is of course, if you accept MY challenge.”
Never one to back down from a fight, no matter who waited on the other side of the ring, Meggerz looked to the ref and said, “Ring the damned bell.”
Meggerz’s disappointment over Cynthia’s absence disappeared the moment the bell CLANGED and the Gray Lady started forward. Matching the powerful redhead step for step, Fletcher moved to the centre of the ring and raised her hands to chest level even though she was sure the mysterious redhead would offer another cryptic threat. Imagine her surprise then when Helena simply lunged and swept her into a brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up.
Rocked back on her heels despite a seven pound weight advantage, Meggerz ceded a few more steps to the Brit before she dug in her heels and stopped the march. Leaning heavily against the other woman, Meggerz tried to regain lost ground but Graylock simply would not budge. Of course, the Briton couldn’t move her either and so redhead and blonde bulled away at their stalemate until they broke away with a mutual shove.
Nodding respect not so much for the woman herself but rather the challenge she represented, Meggerz rolled her shoulders and said, “Been a while since I stood across this ring from someone as strong as me. That’ll help you for a while I reckon, but it ain’t gonna stop you from taking this beating with Cynthia Mitchell’s name on it.”
Helena made a slight adjustment to her red leather glove before answering. “Looking through the Gray to future conquests is dangerous business, Meggerz Fletcher. In doing so you may find what you seek, yet fail to note a much closer, more imminent danger.”
The Asphalt Angel smiled at the implication. “Oh, don’t worry about me, babe. All I wanted tonight is a fight. If you can give me that, you’ve got my undivided attention.”
Graylock’s lips turned up the tiniest bit. “I believe I can oblige you.” She lunged again and this time Meggerz matched her, the pair of towering Destroyers colliding with a taut tummy to tummy ‘smeck!’
Oh so motivated to build on the momentum she’d earned at ‘Mania, Fletcher bent her knees to get a little bit lower than Graylock, which gave her just enough extra leverage to shove the Silk Specter back a step. One step became two, two became three and then Helena found herself backpedalling toward a corner at a rapid hike. The trip ended when back met buckles, though Meggerz made damned sure to keep the pressure strong and steady until the ref closed in to check on the situation.
“All right Meggerz, let her go and back off with your hands raised. I want a clean bre--”
The powerhouse rookie would’ve granted the request if Helena hadn’t braced a foot against the bottom buckle and pushed off, using the extra boost to force Fletcher out into the deep water at mid-ring. Working gamely to get her feet set, Meggerz didn’t manage it until Graylock smudged her against the opposite corner and by then it didn’t matter.
Aware that the American didn’t quite grasp the scope of this battle yet, Helena brought light to the dark of her ignorance by cupping her gloved hand atop Meggerz’s chin and pushing her head back over the top turnbuckle. Grimacing as her neck strained against the pressure, Fletcher smacked and hammered at Graylock’s arms but found no relief until the ref said, “Let go of her chin, Helena! And don’t make me remind you about the clean break!”
The Gray Lady pulled her gloved hand away from Meggerz’s jaw, but kept the other pressed firm against her chest to make sure she didn’t attempt anything foolish. Fletcher didn’t come at her with a Haymaker but she did grab the redhead’s wrist, which proved provocation enough for Helena to CRAAACK her across the scooped neck of her tank-top with a whistling overhand Slap.
Meggerz yelped, then exploded off the buckles and earned a loud roar from the FAWNatics when she sent the Briton reeling with a huge shove. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, punk!” Fletcher snapped at the startled redhead. “But the tale of the tape makes me bigger and heavier than you! So if you think you’re gonna just get up in my face and push me around…” Meggerz raised a hand high overhead and curled her fingers toward Graylock, an unmistakable challenge. “Then think again, red.”
Helena looked from Meggerz’s face to her hand and back again. “Do you know what you’re asking for, little NNNNGGH!”
The Southern Speed Demon flicked out her free hand and CRAAACKED her opponent’s cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap that was utterly drowned out by the cheers of the sold out crowd. “Yeah,” Fletcher smirked when Helena’s narrowed eyes met hers. “Yeah girl. I know what I’m doing.”
Helena was sorely tempted to snuff the insolent child like a candle that very moment, yet experience told her the Gray would be more satisfied with a flame that burned brightly before being extinguished. And so she raised her hand, slapped it against Fletcher’s and squeezed without applying any actual pressure until the American lifted her other hand to the rafters. Curling her fingers inside their ominous leather sheath, Graylock took her time completing the Test of Strength, but as soon as the circuit closed she and Meggerz came in hard, their chests smashing together with a sound usually heard following a particularly stiff Forearm Smash.
Oblivious to the noise thundering down on the ring, Fletcher and Graylock only had eyes for each other, both women daring her foe to blink as they, “Ggggrrrrhhhh!” Meggerz gave voice to a frustrated little growl when Helena pushed onto her toes and rolled the American’s wrists back on themselves. The pain was slight at first, but it grew steadily greater, robbing Meggerz of the concentration needed to maintain the stalemate. Fifteen seconds after her wrists rolled, Fletcher sank to one knee, even though she was still pushing with all her might. Another ten seconds put the other knee down and that’s when Helena really went to work, the Gray Lady bearing down full force, seemingly trying to force Meggerz straight through the canvas.
Seeing the pain etched on the blonde’s face, the ref moved over and asked, “What do you say, Meggerz? If you want me to call for the bell, just--”
“Don’t be foolish.” Graylock said coldly. “This one has not yet begun to fight… or suffer.”
Fletcher grimaced, then nodded ‘yes’. “She may be a crazy bytch, but at the moment we agree. Of course, she hasn’t begun to suffer eithHHEERRGGGHH!”
Helena doubled down and Meggerz’s arms bent back until her hands were a little behind her ears and her elbows were pointed almost straight forward. “Watch your tone, little girl.” the enigmatic Englishwoman warned. “You are in the presence of no fading legend, but the emissary of the Gray herself. If you wish to survive this battle you’ll still your tongue and show the proper respOOOFFFH!” It wasn’t quite kosher, but that didn’t stop the Asphalt Angel from driving a rude Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach. Helena staggered back a step without breaking the Test. “You would dare subvert the rules of the game when confronted with a challenge you cannot hope to OOOOOFFHHH!”
Meggerz Headbutted her a second time and then a third, each shot driving more air from the redhead’s lungs. The extra space and Helena’s oxygen shortage allowed Fletcher to stand and take control of the Test in a single stroke. Slamming into Graylock with a miniature Body Block, Meggerz pushed onto her tiptoes and brought all her power to the fore. Hissing with pain as her wrists betrayed her, Helena’s legs held out until another chest on chest smash buckled them all at once.
“I know it hurts when it feels like your hands are about to snap off.” Meggerz taunted while continuing her assault on the redhead’s digits. “So if you feel the need to start crying while you’re down there, you’re more than welcome to wipe your tears on my tank-top.”
Helena didn’t answer at first, she was too busy trying to keep the American from putting her on her back. But when the situation had stabilized somewhat she growled, “Boast while you can, Meggerz Fletcher. We both know that filthy rag will serve as your shroud this evening.”
The dominant blonde replied with a grinding squeeze of her foe’s knuckles, earning another grimace of pain from Graylock. “Better smile when you say that chump. This filthy rag is the only thing keeping you from a faceful of FAWN’s best abSOOFFH!”
Helena lowered her head and jammed the crown of it into Meggerz’s belly, almost doubling her over in the process. Tenaciously holding onto the Knucklelock, Fletcher straightened up and immediately pushed onto her tip toes, all the better to use her near hundred and fifty pounds to sap the Englishwoman’s will. Shaking her head ‘no’ when the foolish official dared ask for her surrender, Graylock glared up at Meggerz and sneered, “Is that all you’ve brought me, little girl? I was under the impression that you were looking for a fighNNNGGGHH!”
Fletcher shifted her feet, cocked a hip and SMACKED it into the Helena’s face with the force of a tossed medicine ball. The Gray Lady’s head snapped back and Meggerz thought she’d drop to her butt, yet Helena bore down on the Test so hard it was the blonde who flinched and almost lost her balance. “A tawdry technique for a tawdry fighter.” Graylock spat when they’d both regained their balance. “If hitting me with that sack of rotting grain is the best you can do this is going to be a disappointing night for the both of UUUNNNGGGH!”
Meggerz nailed her with another Hip Smash, earning a loud cheer from the FAWNatics in the process. “Talk bad about my ass all you want, red. You can apologize later… when I’m sitting on your face.”
Helena looked up and actually had the temerity to snort. “You don’t have the spine for it, little--” she thrust her head forward like a battering ram, but instead of aiming for the pit of Fletcher’s stomach she spiked the American squarely between the thighs.
Meggerz gasped and baby-stepped away, though the crowd noted she still didn’t give up her bulldog-like hold on Helena’s wrists. Laudable to be sure, unfortunately it was also exactly what Graylock had counted on. Using the rookie’s determination against her, Helena pushed to one knee, then jerked Meggerz forward and slammed a shoulder into the pit of her stomach. That doubled Fletcher over completely so the Englishwoman finally broke the test and laid out on her back so that she was looking up into her opponent’s pained face. That didn’t last long as Helena flicked her right arm off the canvas in a pistoning Uppercut that THWHACKED off Meggerz’s jaw.
DROP DOWN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcKuMZFE7DA
Fletcher stumbled, caught her balance, then doubled over once again when Graylock hopped up and planted a Toe Kick deep in her midsection. Looming over the blonde’s vulnerable back, Helena grabbed the bottom edge of Meggerz’s tank-top in one hand and jerked it up high enough to expose the strap of the simple black sports bra her foe wore underneath. In the same instant the redhead brought her free arm whipping down in a swooping arc, an overhand Forearm Smash that THWHAPPPED across Fletcher’s back like a tire iron wrapped in velvet. Meggerz groaned and rose up on her toes, both hands raised to shoulder level to claw uselessly at the air. Almost satisfied with this initial skirmish, the Silk Specter drew a bead on Meggerz’s chin and then THWHACKED it into next week with an Uppercut-style Thrust.
Knees finally unhinged by the blow, Meggerz wheeled around in a half circle and collapsed to all fours with a weary grunt. She was trying to collect her bearings when Helena murmured, “Breath deep and try to steady your nerves, little girl. For you are in the heart of the Gray and there are no lights to guide you.”
Baring her teeth to the canvas, Meggerz pushed to boot-leather and rounded on the powerful redhead. “I don’t need any lights, baby.” she huffed. “I can HEAR them…” she pointed to the crowd, who replied with a loud roar. “…And I can SEE your punk-ass just fine.”
Helena stepped back and beckoned the American forward, a hard smile on her lips. “You see, yet you do not learn. Such spirited foolishness will sustain the Gray for a long time to come.”
“But what’s gonna sustain you when I’m beating your ass?” The Asphalt Angel didn’t wait for an answer; she just waded in behind a testing jab aimed at putting a few dents in Helena’s chin. Graylock bobbed, weaved and hid behind a guard that worked quite well until Fletcher abruptly changed tactics and pounded a vengeful Kneelift into her tummy. Grabbing Helena’s right wrist in her left hand, Meggerz shouldered her back a few steps, then pulled her in and rushed forward to THWHACK a textbook Short-Arm Clothesline across her sternum.
SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9NopZQObhA
The redhead went down on her back and started to roll over only to get jerked back to her feet because her attacker hadn’t relinquished the Wristlock. “That’s for calling me little girl.” the big blonde explained right before she decked the Englishwoman with a second Short-Arm Clothesline. “And that’s for jacking my trunks. No wait,” she peeled Graylock off the canvas and drew her in close but instead of another Clothesline she dipped into a crouch and looped her arms around the other woman’s upper thighs. Then she hoisted Helena off her feet and went down on one knee, thus ensuring the Gray Lady endured a very rough landing atop her posted thigh. “THAT’S for spiking my trunks!” Fletcher amended while Graylock tended to her wounded undercarriage.
With Helena’s head already bowed and exposed, Meggerz helped herself to a nice Front Facelock and promptly laid out on her back to THWHUNK the other Destroyer’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Helena tumbled over onto her back in the aftermath and though Meggerz was certain it wouldn’t work, she couldn’t stop herself from stretching out on the Briton’s chest and hooking the far leg for…
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cv4gBuDXARw
ONE…
TWO…
Helena kicked her loose simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and did so with a force Meggerz didn’t often encounter in her opponents. Nodding once she’d decided on a course of action, the Southern Speed Demon grabbed hold of Graylock’s gloved wrist and used it to drag her back to verticality. “You may not be Cynthia,” she muttered, “but beating your weird ass is gonna make it impossible for her to duck me for another month.”
“That miserable whelp will be the furthest thing from your mind when OOOFFFHHH!”
Meggerz checked Helena’s tits with a stiff Forearm Smash, then followed it up with two more just because she was sick of the Englishwoman’s haughty ‘tude. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, sweetie. I’ve still got plenty of time to whoop your ass.” She tacked on a Forearm Smash to the jaw for good measure, then seized hold of Graylock’s wrist again and flung her into a corner on the far side of the squared circle. Woozy but far from completely out of it, Helena whipped around and went back-first into the buckles, thus saving the vast majority of her breath despite the solid impact. Alas all those savings were wiped out heartbeats later when a charging Meggerz THWHUMPED into her with a sternum-crushing tits on tits Body Block.
RUNNING BODY BLOCK @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2CDxJpXvwo
Graylock soaked up every bit of it and even big as she was, Meggerz wasn’t surprised when the redhead dropped to her butt, the top of her head lolling just below the middle turnbuckle. Clearing off as soon as she realized the other woman’s legs had failed, Fletcher sauntered to the middle of the ring and pumped a fist for the FAWNatics. Grinning, she turned in a circle and called, “YOU GUYS READY FOR THE FIRST BIG WIPEOUT OF THE EVENING?”
They assured her they were, so Meggerz peeled off a sporty little half circle and raced back toward the prone Englishwoman. Staying the course until the very last moment, she hopped up and twisted sideways in mid-air, all the better to THWHAP her powerful frame across Helena’s chest with a THWHUMPING Crossbody. Rolling clear of the crash wile Graylock swaddled both arms across her ribs, Meggerz hurried to her feet, went back to the redhead and snatched hold of her ankles. From there she draaaaaagged Helena away from the ropes and folded her in half, a domineering Matchbook that grew all the more so when the American slid forward and sat herself across Graylock’s upturned thighs. The ref dove in at once, checked the Helena’s shoulders and counted…
WIPEOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9kfnhZo8Rg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Our Lady of the Mists kicked loose with half a second to spare, though Fletcher didn’t seem the slightest bit put out of countenance by the escape. Indeed she was all smiles as she circled around from the north and wrapped both hands around Graylock’s copper braid. “All this time you’ve been running your mouth about feeding people to the Gray, whatever that is.” Meggerz snaked her left arm around Helena’s throat and cupped her right bicep for even more leverage once she’d cupped that hand against the back of the other woman’s skull to complete the Sleeper. Pouring pressure into the hold that’d salted Ivy Belle Armstrong away at ‘Mania, Fletcher laid her head against Helena’s and went on. “Have you ever stopped to consider that all the Gray really wants is YOUNNNGHHH!”
Not about to discuss the vagaries of the Gray with a mind that could barely comprehend its existence in the first place, Helena brought up a foot and stamped hard on the blonde’s foot. Another stomp and a couple seconds of toe-grinding loosened Fletcher’s coil enough for Helena to twist down and into what was basically a loose Side Headlock. From that position she secured a Waistlock around the rookie’s midsection and popped her hips to tear Meggerz off the mat. For a moment everyone forgot the blonde was nearly a hundred and fifty pounds, surely even Helena Graylock wasn’t strong enough to hoist another Destroyer off the mat, then PLANT them directly on the back of their head and shoulders with almost no discernible effort. But apparently it was true, as the replays clearly showed Meggerz’s heels pointing straight to the rafters at the precise moment Graylock dropped down to return her to the canvas in a most violent manner.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSwwnaNSqhA
Fletcher popped free of the Matchbook but couldn’t summon the wherewithal to turn onto her stomach or side, meaning she would’ve been in perfect position to take a pin if the Gray Lady had sought one. Helena hadn’t sought one though; instead she’d taken the American’s head in both hands and slowly hauled her upright. “It will be a shame to feed your fighting spirit to the Gray when it clearly has so much more to offer the world.” Helena’s voice was indeed tinged with sympathy, a sharp contrast to the rough way she pulled Meggerz into a tummy on tummy embrace that just so happened to pin the American’s arms to her sides. “But insolence must be punished and little girl; you will make a fine meal.
“Buuhhhh…. bytch,” Meggerz moaned it without actually being aware of anything other than her own rattled consciousness. “Call me a little girl one more time and I’ll UUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Helena pulled her noose tight, jerked Fletcher off her feet and angled legs so that the suffering blonde had to rest her shins just below the redhead’s hips to alleviate the slightest amount of pressure. “Say not a word.” Graylock commanded of the official when he strolled over to check on the Bear Hug. “She will not give herself to the Gray until I deem her worthy. And at the moment…” she crouched a little deeper and shook Fletcher like she was a lightweight instead of one of the strongest girls on the roster. “…I do not deem her worthy.”
Close by, Meggerz shook her head and made microadjustments to her arms, the trapped battler doing any and everything she could think of to escape the vise around her waist. In the meantime she chanced a bit of oxygen to gasp, “Gaaaaaah… got a lot of nerve, calling me UUUNNNGGHH… unworthy, chump. These people thought I was plenty worthy when I was crushing your big pasty ass against EEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Helena reared back and squeeeeeezed all the harder, forcing Fletcher to kick her legs in most undignified fashion. Setting her down a moment later, Graylock caught her breath and spat, “As an idol for these fools you are more than adequate, Meggerz Fletcher. But to be an offering for the Gray you must prove yourself a warrior. And I have not yet seen that from youUUOOOOFFHHH!”
Meggerz let out a little shout of triumph when she finally worked her arms low enough to counter the Briton’s Bear Hug with one of her own. “That feel like a sacrifice grinding your ribs, bytch?” the blonde snarled at her startled opposition. “Or does it feel like the grip of a chick who’s gonna crush you ouTTTNNNNGGHH AAAAAAHH!”
Helena doubled down and hoisted Fletcher off her feet by a few inches to regain the initiative in this high stakes embrace. Going nose to nose with the suffering powerhouse, Graylock hissed, “All I feel is the touch of SCARED LITTLE GIRL, desperate to save herself from being cast into the GRRRRRHHAAARRRRGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Helena had her number, at least when it came to this exchange of Bear Hugs, Meggerz traded in her Waistlock for a grip on the redhead’s waistband, which she promptly pulled several inches north. Soon as the wedgie bit in Fletcher added some biting of different kind, namely to the bridge of her attacker’s nose.
“Hey, stop with the biting, Meg!” the ref started his count even though the fans were cheering the Asphalt Angel louder than ever. Breaking away right at ‘FOUR!’ Meggerz dropped to the canvas and celebrated her freedom with a great big Bytch Slap that sent Helena staggering into the ropes.
“That’s right baby, stay up for me. Just a little while longer now.” Fletcher muttered under her breath when she saw Graylock hit the ropes and come bouncing out. Exploding forward as soon as she was satisfied Helena would keep her feet, Meggerz whipped up her right foot for a Big Boot that would’ve taken the Silk Specter’s head off if she hadn’t twisted aside with a heartbeat to spare. The Southern Speed Demon went down on one knee, cursed aloud, then started to rise before getting smashed across the back of the neck by a vengeful British forearm.
Situated behind the prone wrestler, Graylock reached over Fletcher’s left shoulder and claimed ownership of her right wrist. Drawing Meggerz’s arm across her throat Straightjacket style, Helena forced the American to stand, then stepped back and pulled on the captured wrist as hard as she could. Meggerz spun in a half circle, stumbled forward and THWHACK! Graylock loosened some teeth with the murderous Elbow Strike she called the Silver Lash.
SILVER LASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPnRur76Dco
Eyes glazed over after the head-on collision, Fletcher landed flat and immediately bounced to a seat, her quick return more than likely a by-product of leftover momentum and not a show of preternatural resilience. She was still sitting with her chin in her cleavage when Helena crouched down on her six and snaked her left arm over across her neck. No standard Sleeper was this, as Graylock wedged Fletcher’s chin into her armpit and wrapped her other arm over the blonde’s right bicep, keeping that arm effectively trapped when she clasped her hands between Meggerz’s shoulders.
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h8IXvvlpPQ&feature=plcp
Dragon Sleeper complete, Helena bore down on it for several seconds but when she received no wails of surrender she dipped her knees and forced Fletcher to stand. “They aren’t cheering for you any more, little girl.” the Gray Lady taunted as she turned in a circle, all the better to display her prey to everyone in the arena. “They’re holding their breath and praying to whatever they hold dear that they don’t have to hear your screams when I feed you to the GraYERRRRGGH!”
Denied all options save one, Meggerz flattened her left hand into a paddle whipped it up n’ around in a wild blindside SMACK that connected with the side of Graylock’s face. Smiling even though the aftershock sent a nasty jolt through her neck, Fletcher connected with two more big smacks in rapid succession, then decided to break the rules a bit by snatching a huge handful of the redhead’s braid.
“Leggo of her hair, Meggerz!” the ref patted his charge on the shoulder. “You know you can’t do WHOAH!”
Not content to let him dole out his brand of slow, ineffectual justice, Helena pulled her right hand away from the clasp, then reached down and snatched hold of the American’s waistband. With little more than a grunt and heave she hoisted Meggerz, up, over and down, the powerhouse ingénue THWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly via the Inverted Suplex. Breathless the instant she hit the canvas, Meggerz bounced up and rolled over, saving Graylock the hassle of having to shoot a Half Nelson. Trapping both legs in a tight bundle, the Silk Specter pointed Fletcher’s tush toward the lights and nodded along for the…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Meggerz wrenched loose, sat up and actually had the gall to shove her opponent away. Helena responded as any rational woman would, by pressing one hand against the side of Fletcher’s head and BWUNKING it against the canvas like a basketball. On her feet shortly thereafter, Graylock nudged a boot into the blonde’s gulping ribs and demanded, “On your feet, child. Our business is far from over.”
Meggerz rolled onto all fours, rose to boot leather and flipped hair out of her face. Meeting Graylock’s gaze without the tiniest bit of hesitation, she tapped her chin and said, “You think you’re tuff, feather fists? Show me what you’ve UNNNNGGGHH!”
They must have some pretty nasty feathers across the pond because Meggerz’s head snapped back when Helena stepped in and clouted her chin with a European Uppercut. Rocked back on her heels, Fletcher caught her balance, then very deliberately turned her head and spat on the canvas.
“What was that, a love tap? I said hit me, fog facNNNNGGHHH!”
Helena stapled another European Uppercut to her jawline but Fletcher only ceded a few steps, which she regained almost instantly. Very much aware of the growing crowd noise and the barely hidden incredulity in Graylock’s eyes, Meggerz taunted, “Maybe you want to try one of the American Uppercuts next time, princess. Those crappy foreign knockoffs don’t seem to be getting the job--”
There was an echoing THWHACK when Helena kicked her right foot up and caromed it off Meggerz’s face. The Big Boot spun Fletcher in a circle and it looked like her legs were gonna crumble at any moment but damned if she didn’t steady herself out only a pace or so shy of the ropes. Rolling her shoulders as the crowd went absolutely batshit, the Southern Speed Demon rounded on her wide-eyed adversary and bellowed, “I’M GIVIN’ YOU ONE MORE SHOT, BEEYOTCH! THEN I’M GONNA DROP YOUR ASSSMMMMPPHHHH!”
More than willing to shift strategies when one wasn’t working, Helena lined up like she was thinking about another Uppercut but instead she lashed out with her gloved hand and pressed it tight over Meggerz’s mouth and nose. Going from jubilant to panicked just like that, the FAWNatics roared for Fletcher to fight loose, even though they knew damned well no one had managed to escape the Gray Lady’s Palm Smother.
Torn between cursing herself a fool and trying to keep calm, Meggerz swung Haymakers at the Englishwoman’s head, alas Helena simply dipped from side to side or pulled clear with heartbeats to spare. A Toe Kick met the same fate, now that she had the Smother cinched in, Graylock was keeping her distance, allowing the blonde to expend all the energy she wanted to speed up her descent to unconsciousness. Suddenly aware that her eyelids and legs felt far heavier than they should’ve, Meggerz stopped punching and wrapped both hands around Helena’s smotherin’ wrist. Using it more as a tether than anything else, Fletcher stayed vertical for another ten seconds before her knees unhinged and she crumpled like a penitent.
“Yes, that’s it. Breathe deep, little one.” Graylock murmured as the blonde started to sway. “Drink in the nothing and allow yourself into the NOOOOOO!”
Meggerz surged to her feet with a muffled shriek and proceeded to blow the roof off the FAWN Arena when she WRENCHED Helena’s hand from her face. Drawing in a deep, ragged breath, the Asphalt Angel bared her teeth in something like a grin and shouted, “TOO STRONG, RED!”
Then she tossed Graylock’s hand away, went in low and slammed her left shoulder into Brit belly. With Helena caught behind the knee and across her upper back, Fletcher bounced up onto one foot, twisted around in a half circle that was almost dainty and finally dropped forward and down to absolutely THAWHAM her opponent against the canvas. Bounced all the way to boot leather by the murderous Spinebuster, Meggerz immediately went for the cover, landing back first across the redhead’s chest and hooking the far leg for…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvmV-HP18wQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Helena pushed the American off and sat up with a pneumatic ease that would’ve scared the hell out of anyone not cruising on a giant Spinebuster high. Viewing Graylock’s revival as a direct challenge, Fletcher palmed her head in both hands and THWUMPED her skull against the mat, a bit of payback from earlier. “Yeah baby!” she shouted down into the redhead’s face. “You wanna try that spooky shit against me again? C’mon, lets see ya--whoops!”
Graylock sat up again so Fletcher sprang to her feet and left them just as quickly, all the better to pound a Low Dropkick into the other woman’s chest. Meggerz rolled clear a little ways, pushed to one knee and raked a hand through her hair. Eying Helena warily, she huffed, “Lemme guess. You and Abigail Williams went to the same summer ca-- Holy Crap!”
Helena rose up like a bad habit, the redhead regarding her foe with a hatred far too clear-eyed for someone who kept taking blows to the head. “Foolish girl.” she growled. “You don’t have the discipline to UUUFFFHH!”
Meggerz scrambled to her feet and pounded one against the Englishwoman’s forehead. Damned near certain the bytch would do her Michael Myers impression sooner than later, Fletcher burned rubber into the ropes, came back and sure enough, Helena sat up. Unfortunately for her she did it just in time for Meggerz to THWHAP a Low Lariat across her clavicle. Knocked flat on her back, Graylock’s legs popped straight up, so Meggerz hooked ‘em behind the knees and bore down tight, keeping the Gray Lady pinned through…
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41RJL9b6Ea4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Helena twitched loose and slopped over onto her side, the durable redhead showing none of her previous inclination for abrupt revival. Still didn’t stay down long, only this time it was because Meggerz took hold of her ponytail right at the base and used it to scrape the Silk Specter off the mat. Stuffing Graylock’s head under her left arm, Fletcher slung her near arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked Helena behind her left knee. After a moment to catch her breath, the Southern Speed Demon dipped her knees and muscled the Englishwoman across her shoulders in a sort of cradled Fireman’s Carry.
“THIS GIRL’S PRETTY STRONG!” Meggerz bellowed over the delighted roars of the crowd. “BUT C’MON! WE ALL KNOW GRAY FOG IS NO MATCH FOR BLACK ASPHALT!”
The crowd agreed, then got all the louder when Fletcher charged halfway across the ring and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Helena through the canvas with her Darlington Drop. Meggerz’s grip broke loose when they hit the mat, allowing her to float backward over top Graylock’s shuddering frame. Bearing down with every bit of her weight, Fletcher hooked the far leg and pointed it toward the rafters for…
DARLINGTON DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrs4OJZHml0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Our Lady of the Mists lifted a shoulder, saving herself from the first FAWN defeat of her career. Meggerz cursed under her breath and showed the ref three fingers. He showed her two and she cursed again. “Ok, that’s cool.” the blonde said after a deep breath. “I didn’t come here for a track meet, I came for a demolition derby and so did you. So how ‘bout I give you what you’re after?”
No answer save a vague stirring from Helena, so Meggerz stood up and moved around to make sure she was on the redhead’s six when she started to rise. Lining up her shot, the Southern Speed Demon began to twitch her right shoulder over and over again, a signal that quickly got the FAWNatics revving a giant invisible engine. “C’mon bytch.” Meggerz demanded, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd. “It’s time you found out what happens to chicks who get in my way.”
Quite unaware of how close she was to hitting a wall, Graylock rolled onto her stomach and stood up with her back to Fletcher, just as the blonde had intended. Spinning on one heel when the other woman was almost vertical, Meggerz hit the ropes going fast and bounced out going that much faster. With mere paces between them when Graylock turned to find her, Fletcher cranked her right arm waaaaaaaaay back and swung for the fenc-- Helena stepped forward and went low, avoiding the Lariat so narrowly that she felt her attacker’s forearm brush the crown of her skull.
Dropped to all fours by the force of her miss, Meggerz popped up almost immediately, then swung around and walked right into an Uppercut to the point of her chin. Staggered, her defences dropped just long enough for the Gray Lady to dip under her left arm while simultaneously hooking her left arm across Fletcher’s chest. Snatching a handful of waistband for extra support, Helena hauled Meggerz off her feet like she was little more than a sack of flour. Graylock released her hooks at the apex, leaving the blonde floating for that half a heartbeat before gravity seemed to kick in. That was all the time Helena needed to rear back and THWHACK Meggerz’s jaw with a right hook that had the FAWNatics cupping their mouths in sympathetic anguish. Knocked for a loop in mid-air, Fletcher barely reacted when she slammed into the canvas, save for a low wheeze that was mostly the sound of air rushing from her lungs.
SILVER PHANTOM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvvSNBXra0U
Graylock looked down at the wreckage for a moment, then stepped over to better straddle the prone lovely’s waist. “You have proven a most worthy adversary.” she admitted to the glassy eyed blonde. “Your spirit will prove a veritable feast for the Gray and for that I thank you.”
With that she raised her right hand overhead and made a brief show of tugging the red leather glove a little tighter. Fingers splayed wide, Helena reached down and placed her palm over Meggerz’s mouth. Pinching the other woman’s nostrils between her thumb and forefinger, Graylock dropped to her knees and pressed down with all her considerable strength. Meggerz still fought like a livewire, the Southern Speed Demon roaring from her stupor to buck, writhe, twist and most importantly pull at the hand stealing her breath. Helena shook her head ‘no’ and pinched Fletcher’s nostrils all the tighter. Strong as she was, Meggerz had been through a war and the oxygen deprivation took its toll sooner than later. Her back was the first to fall still, then her legs and her arms shortly thereafter.
In the end it was only her hands clinging to Graylock’s wrist and those fell away when the Englishwoman gave the smother a soft shake. Following five seconds of almost silence from her prey, Helena looked to the official and said, “She has given herself to the Gray. Do as you will.”
Though the blonde’s shoulders were flat to the canvas, the ref knew brass wanted a three point check for any form of a Sleeper, so he took Meggerz’s left wrist in one hand and lifted it high. When he let loose it dropped to the mat with no fanfare whatsoever. Even so the FAWNatics grew louder, begging and pleading for the powerful rookie to escape the predicament she’d bested once prior. But Helena was right, Meggerz was deep in the Gray and she didn’t notice when her arm dropped two more times. The ref patted Graylock on the shoulder and murmured, “All right Helena, that’s it. Let ‘er up.”
Due diligence done, he turned to the Timekeeper and threw the final signal. The bell CLANGED three times and once it faded the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… HELENA GRAYLOCK!”
This brought the jeers which was expected, although they were far louder than the ref would’ve expected for a clean victory. He discovered the reason for this increased vitriol when he turned and saw that Helena had yet to break the Palm Smother. “Hey, c’mon Helena!” the ref chided on his way over to the action. “The match is over and you wonNWHOOOAHHH!”
The Silk Specter got up, placed a hand flat against the official’s chest and sent him sprawling with a huge shove. “You are correct; she has given a great deal to the Gray.” Helena noted to the wide-eyed man. “But she could always give more. And so she will.”
Scraping Meggerz off the canvas with a two-handed grip around her throat, Graylock turned the defenceless woman around in a half circle, then dipped down and wedged her head between blonde thighs. From there she lifted Meggerz onto her shoulders Electric Chair style and would’ve certainly subjected her to the Silver Twilight Ritual if someone hadn’t burst through the curtains and made her way down the ramp in record time.
Hitting the ring at the precise moment Helena freed her right arm from the Electric Chair, Morgan Kinloch took a threatening step forward and said, “You’re gonna put her down right this instant, girlie. Or you and I are gonna have problems.”
MORGAN KINLOCH:
Helena eyed the Irishwoman (who was poured into black denim and a Kelly green tank-top extolling the virtues of Dropkick Murphy) for a moment, then said, “I believe our problems began the instant you dared to keep me from my rightful prize, little girl.”
Standing a solid five foot eight and weighing in at nearly a hundred and forty pounds, the Siren of Shannon was no one’s idea of a ‘little girl’ but she tolerated the slight in order to keep her defenceless friend from taking a nasty tumble. Morgan smirked, took a step back and spread her arms. “So it’s a prize you want, Graylock? Put her down and take me… if you can.”
Helena’s eyes flashed at the challenge. “You wish to brave the Gray, Morgan Kinloch?”
“I got no fight with this Gray, whatever it is. You though, you need to be knocked on your flat English arse.”
The Gray Lady smiled thinly. “So be it.”
She made as if to toss Meggerz off her shoulders but instead she reached up and cupped her right hand behind the blonde’s neck. With head and left leg cradled tight, Graylock pulled both ends toward one another and sat out to THWHAM Meggerz down flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
SILVER TWILIGHT RITUAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L4pN-CzYcQ
Somersaulting away in a heartbeat, Helena slid under the bottom rope and cleared off fast, leaving Morgan torn between going on the attack or staying to defend her fallen friend. In the end she chose the latter, but her eyes never left Helena’s as the redhead backed up the ramp and no one missed the promise of violence that crackled between them.
“You’re gonna pay for that, girlie.” Kinloch promised the retreating warrior. “Pay for it with blood and tears.”
Neither of those interests me in the slightest.” Helena sneered. “Your breath however, I will help myself to every bit of that.”
Thoughts of destroying the brunette proved so tempting that Graylock almost started back down the ramp, but she halted her progress when half a dozen referees swarmed ringside to keep them separated and tend to Meggerz. Denied true satisfaction for a moment, Graylock tightened her glove, then waved goodbye to her new quarry and stalked out of sight.
Morgan kept her eyes locked on the curtain in case the sneaking bytch decided to come back. “I’m comin’ for ya, Helena Graylock.” she whispered. “And neither the Gray nor the Devil himself are gonna stop me from takin’ a piece outta yer arse.”
While the woman in question wasn’t quite a fixture with the Orlando faithful just yet--though two signature wins over Ivy Armstrong was a damned good start-- that didn’t stop the crowd from giving her an INCREDIBLY warm welcome. Indeed, her reception was so boisterous that it took the crowd a moment to realize that music was pumping through the speakers.
Once Judas Priest’s ‘Turbo Lover’ kicked into high gear, the curtains were pushed open--and an already loud crowd went absolutely boisterous at their first sighting of the gorgeous grease monkey this evening.
MEGGERZ FLETCHER:
Meggerz Fletcher was a tall, imposing blonde--no compact model, she--and every one of her impressive curves was tightly hugged by a grease-blotched white tank and black hot plants that would be a challenge for any heel to pull on during a cover. Like her top, there were also two black smudges on her face--one under each eye. Presumably, the red do-rag covering some of her hair had shielded her locks from a similar fate.
All smiles, Meggerz wasted little time marching toward the ring--but she hardly skimped on showing the front row faithful some love, slapping hands, offering the occasional hug and even very briefly posing for a likely Facebook profile pic with one lucky fan. But once her lap was complete, Fletcher headed up the steps and slipped through the ropes.
No sooner was she in the ring did Meggerz turn toward the nearest corner, jumping up onto the middle buckle and thrusting both arms high overhead to one more, mighty roar. The crowd would have to wait a few more moments to find out if the Cyn-Ful One had accepted her challenge, but even if the middle Mitchell ducked Fletcher for another night the vast majority of the FAWNatics were still happy to be a part of Fletcher’s pit crew.
Judas Priest fell silent and the FAWNatics (not to mention Meggerz herself) turned to the stage to see if Cynthia would make an appearance. For several seconds there was nothing. Then the speakers came to life again, but not with Skye Sweetnam or even AC/DC. Instead they offered up a single low, warbling note. With this mournful sound came the fog and with the fog came an eerie ‘whooshing’ noise and those assembled realized that Meggerz’s challenge had been answered not by a Hellion, but the Gray Lady herself. Unconcerned by the trials and tribulations of those who dwelt outside its boundaries, the fog flooded the stage. It crept from beneath the ring and lapped at the feet of those in the first several rows. When it was almost too thick to see through, the lights faded out and Seven Devils rose up.
SEVEN DEVILS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLkGKkfmgjU
Holy water cannot help you now
A thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
Holding their breath without even realizing it, the FAWNatics spotted a few soft-edged details thanks to several low spotlights that made the murk flicker and glow, not to mention the illumination thrown by the ‘tron, which showed even more churning vapours. But seeing The Gray wasn’t the issue. The Lurker in the Gray however, she was an entirely different story.
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
A single spotlight hit the stage in time with the first chorus and there stood a tall figure in a hooded, storm gray cloak. For a moment it was still, then a hand encased in a dark red leather glove reached up and pulled the cowl back to reveal a pale skinned woman with dark eyes and a tangle of long, coppery locks.
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Wanting nothing to do with the Destroyer‘s Destroyer, the Announcer somehow found the strength to raise his back-up mic. “And answering the challenge, hailing from Crythin Gifford, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds, she is the Gray Lady… HELENA GRAYLOCK!”
Motionless after her initial revealing, Helena abruptly slipped the cloak from her shoulders and started down the aisle. The Gray made it quite trying to make out all the details at once, but who stared long enough learned more than they wanted. Tonight Our Lady of the Mists wore a dark gray one-piece with a wine red sash belted at the waist. Fans on the aisle thought they saw knee-high gray boots and matching elbow pads and it turned out they did, but these details weren’t confirmed until the mysterious Englishwoman climbed from the fog on the nearly obscured steel steps.
Gripping the top rope in her right hand, Graylock walked from one end of the apron to the other, the leather of her glove making and unpleasant ‘squeeeeeaaaak’ against the rubber-coated steel. Then she climbed over the ropes, made her way to the Announcer and extended her hand for a microphone, which she received immediately. When her music died away, Helena turned to Meggerz and said, “As you can see, I am not Cynthia Mitchell. But neither are you Shea London, Rebecca Clayton, Margaret Connor, Pandora or any of the myriad other women who have found a way to be away from the building whenever I am in it. It has been too long since I’ve been between these ropes, Meggerz Fletcher, and that means The Gray is hungry. I intend to feed you to it. That is of course, if you accept MY challenge.”
Never one to back down from a fight, no matter who waited on the other side of the ring, Meggerz looked to the ref and said, “Ring the damned bell.”
Meggerz’s disappointment over Cynthia’s absence disappeared the moment the bell CLANGED and the Gray Lady started forward. Matching the powerful redhead step for step, Fletcher moved to the centre of the ring and raised her hands to chest level even though she was sure the mysterious redhead would offer another cryptic threat. Imagine her surprise then when Helena simply lunged and swept her into a brawny Collar & Elbow Tie-Up.
Rocked back on her heels despite a seven pound weight advantage, Meggerz ceded a few more steps to the Brit before she dug in her heels and stopped the march. Leaning heavily against the other woman, Meggerz tried to regain lost ground but Graylock simply would not budge. Of course, the Briton couldn’t move her either and so redhead and blonde bulled away at their stalemate until they broke away with a mutual shove.
Nodding respect not so much for the woman herself but rather the challenge she represented, Meggerz rolled her shoulders and said, “Been a while since I stood across this ring from someone as strong as me. That’ll help you for a while I reckon, but it ain’t gonna stop you from taking this beating with Cynthia Mitchell’s name on it.”
Helena made a slight adjustment to her red leather glove before answering. “Looking through the Gray to future conquests is dangerous business, Meggerz Fletcher. In doing so you may find what you seek, yet fail to note a much closer, more imminent danger.”
The Asphalt Angel smiled at the implication. “Oh, don’t worry about me, babe. All I wanted tonight is a fight. If you can give me that, you’ve got my undivided attention.”
Graylock’s lips turned up the tiniest bit. “I believe I can oblige you.” She lunged again and this time Meggerz matched her, the pair of towering Destroyers colliding with a taut tummy to tummy ‘smeck!’
Oh so motivated to build on the momentum she’d earned at ‘Mania, Fletcher bent her knees to get a little bit lower than Graylock, which gave her just enough extra leverage to shove the Silk Specter back a step. One step became two, two became three and then Helena found herself backpedalling toward a corner at a rapid hike. The trip ended when back met buckles, though Meggerz made damned sure to keep the pressure strong and steady until the ref closed in to check on the situation.
“All right Meggerz, let her go and back off with your hands raised. I want a clean bre--”
The powerhouse rookie would’ve granted the request if Helena hadn’t braced a foot against the bottom buckle and pushed off, using the extra boost to force Fletcher out into the deep water at mid-ring. Working gamely to get her feet set, Meggerz didn’t manage it until Graylock smudged her against the opposite corner and by then it didn’t matter.
Aware that the American didn’t quite grasp the scope of this battle yet, Helena brought light to the dark of her ignorance by cupping her gloved hand atop Meggerz’s chin and pushing her head back over the top turnbuckle. Grimacing as her neck strained against the pressure, Fletcher smacked and hammered at Graylock’s arms but found no relief until the ref said, “Let go of her chin, Helena! And don’t make me remind you about the clean break!”
The Gray Lady pulled her gloved hand away from Meggerz’s jaw, but kept the other pressed firm against her chest to make sure she didn’t attempt anything foolish. Fletcher didn’t come at her with a Haymaker but she did grab the redhead’s wrist, which proved provocation enough for Helena to CRAAACK her across the scooped neck of her tank-top with a whistling overhand Slap.
Meggerz yelped, then exploded off the buckles and earned a loud roar from the FAWNatics when she sent the Briton reeling with a huge shove. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, punk!” Fletcher snapped at the startled redhead. “But the tale of the tape makes me bigger and heavier than you! So if you think you’re gonna just get up in my face and push me around…” Meggerz raised a hand high overhead and curled her fingers toward Graylock, an unmistakable challenge. “Then think again, red.”
Helena looked from Meggerz’s face to her hand and back again. “Do you know what you’re asking for, little NNNNGGH!”
The Southern Speed Demon flicked out her free hand and CRAAACKED her opponent’s cheek with an echoing Bytch Slap that was utterly drowned out by the cheers of the sold out crowd. “Yeah,” Fletcher smirked when Helena’s narrowed eyes met hers. “Yeah girl. I know what I’m doing.”
Helena was sorely tempted to snuff the insolent child like a candle that very moment, yet experience told her the Gray would be more satisfied with a flame that burned brightly before being extinguished. And so she raised her hand, slapped it against Fletcher’s and squeezed without applying any actual pressure until the American lifted her other hand to the rafters. Curling her fingers inside their ominous leather sheath, Graylock took her time completing the Test of Strength, but as soon as the circuit closed she and Meggerz came in hard, their chests smashing together with a sound usually heard following a particularly stiff Forearm Smash.
Oblivious to the noise thundering down on the ring, Fletcher and Graylock only had eyes for each other, both women daring her foe to blink as they, “Ggggrrrrhhhh!” Meggerz gave voice to a frustrated little growl when Helena pushed onto her toes and rolled the American’s wrists back on themselves. The pain was slight at first, but it grew steadily greater, robbing Meggerz of the concentration needed to maintain the stalemate. Fifteen seconds after her wrists rolled, Fletcher sank to one knee, even though she was still pushing with all her might. Another ten seconds put the other knee down and that’s when Helena really went to work, the Gray Lady bearing down full force, seemingly trying to force Meggerz straight through the canvas.
Seeing the pain etched on the blonde’s face, the ref moved over and asked, “What do you say, Meggerz? If you want me to call for the bell, just--”
“Don’t be foolish.” Graylock said coldly. “This one has not yet begun to fight… or suffer.”
Fletcher grimaced, then nodded ‘yes’. “She may be a crazy bytch, but at the moment we agree. Of course, she hasn’t begun to suffer eithHHEERRGGGHH!”
Helena doubled down and Meggerz’s arms bent back until her hands were a little behind her ears and her elbows were pointed almost straight forward. “Watch your tone, little girl.” the enigmatic Englishwoman warned. “You are in the presence of no fading legend, but the emissary of the Gray herself. If you wish to survive this battle you’ll still your tongue and show the proper respOOOFFFH!” It wasn’t quite kosher, but that didn’t stop the Asphalt Angel from driving a rude Headbutt into the pit of her attacker’s stomach. Helena staggered back a step without breaking the Test. “You would dare subvert the rules of the game when confronted with a challenge you cannot hope to OOOOOFFHHH!”
Meggerz Headbutted her a second time and then a third, each shot driving more air from the redhead’s lungs. The extra space and Helena’s oxygen shortage allowed Fletcher to stand and take control of the Test in a single stroke. Slamming into Graylock with a miniature Body Block, Meggerz pushed onto her tiptoes and brought all her power to the fore. Hissing with pain as her wrists betrayed her, Helena’s legs held out until another chest on chest smash buckled them all at once.
“I know it hurts when it feels like your hands are about to snap off.” Meggerz taunted while continuing her assault on the redhead’s digits. “So if you feel the need to start crying while you’re down there, you’re more than welcome to wipe your tears on my tank-top.”
Helena didn’t answer at first, she was too busy trying to keep the American from putting her on her back. But when the situation had stabilized somewhat she growled, “Boast while you can, Meggerz Fletcher. We both know that filthy rag will serve as your shroud this evening.”
The dominant blonde replied with a grinding squeeze of her foe’s knuckles, earning another grimace of pain from Graylock. “Better smile when you say that chump. This filthy rag is the only thing keeping you from a faceful of FAWN’s best abSOOFFH!”
Helena lowered her head and jammed the crown of it into Meggerz’s belly, almost doubling her over in the process. Tenaciously holding onto the Knucklelock, Fletcher straightened up and immediately pushed onto her tip toes, all the better to use her near hundred and fifty pounds to sap the Englishwoman’s will. Shaking her head ‘no’ when the foolish official dared ask for her surrender, Graylock glared up at Meggerz and sneered, “Is that all you’ve brought me, little girl? I was under the impression that you were looking for a fighNNNGGGHH!”
Fletcher shifted her feet, cocked a hip and SMACKED it into the Helena’s face with the force of a tossed medicine ball. The Gray Lady’s head snapped back and Meggerz thought she’d drop to her butt, yet Helena bore down on the Test so hard it was the blonde who flinched and almost lost her balance. “A tawdry technique for a tawdry fighter.” Graylock spat when they’d both regained their balance. “If hitting me with that sack of rotting grain is the best you can do this is going to be a disappointing night for the both of UUUNNNGGGH!”
Meggerz nailed her with another Hip Smash, earning a loud cheer from the FAWNatics in the process. “Talk bad about my ass all you want, red. You can apologize later… when I’m sitting on your face.”
Helena looked up and actually had the temerity to snort. “You don’t have the spine for it, little--” she thrust her head forward like a battering ram, but instead of aiming for the pit of Fletcher’s stomach she spiked the American squarely between the thighs.
Meggerz gasped and baby-stepped away, though the crowd noted she still didn’t give up her bulldog-like hold on Helena’s wrists. Laudable to be sure, unfortunately it was also exactly what Graylock had counted on. Using the rookie’s determination against her, Helena pushed to one knee, then jerked Meggerz forward and slammed a shoulder into the pit of her stomach. That doubled Fletcher over completely so the Englishwoman finally broke the test and laid out on her back so that she was looking up into her opponent’s pained face. That didn’t last long as Helena flicked her right arm off the canvas in a pistoning Uppercut that THWHACKED off Meggerz’s jaw.
DROP DOWN UPPERCUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcKuMZFE7DA
Fletcher stumbled, caught her balance, then doubled over once again when Graylock hopped up and planted a Toe Kick deep in her midsection. Looming over the blonde’s vulnerable back, Helena grabbed the bottom edge of Meggerz’s tank-top in one hand and jerked it up high enough to expose the strap of the simple black sports bra her foe wore underneath. In the same instant the redhead brought her free arm whipping down in a swooping arc, an overhand Forearm Smash that THWHAPPPED across Fletcher’s back like a tire iron wrapped in velvet. Meggerz groaned and rose up on her toes, both hands raised to shoulder level to claw uselessly at the air. Almost satisfied with this initial skirmish, the Silk Specter drew a bead on Meggerz’s chin and then THWHACKED it into next week with an Uppercut-style Thrust.
Knees finally unhinged by the blow, Meggerz wheeled around in a half circle and collapsed to all fours with a weary grunt. She was trying to collect her bearings when Helena murmured, “Breath deep and try to steady your nerves, little girl. For you are in the heart of the Gray and there are no lights to guide you.”
Baring her teeth to the canvas, Meggerz pushed to boot-leather and rounded on the powerful redhead. “I don’t need any lights, baby.” she huffed. “I can HEAR them…” she pointed to the crowd, who replied with a loud roar. “…And I can SEE your punk-ass just fine.”
Helena stepped back and beckoned the American forward, a hard smile on her lips. “You see, yet you do not learn. Such spirited foolishness will sustain the Gray for a long time to come.”
“But what’s gonna sustain you when I’m beating your ass?” The Asphalt Angel didn’t wait for an answer; she just waded in behind a testing jab aimed at putting a few dents in Helena’s chin. Graylock bobbed, weaved and hid behind a guard that worked quite well until Fletcher abruptly changed tactics and pounded a vengeful Kneelift into her tummy. Grabbing Helena’s right wrist in her left hand, Meggerz shouldered her back a few steps, then pulled her in and rushed forward to THWHACK a textbook Short-Arm Clothesline across her sternum.
SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9NopZQObhA
The redhead went down on her back and started to roll over only to get jerked back to her feet because her attacker hadn’t relinquished the Wristlock. “That’s for calling me little girl.” the big blonde explained right before she decked the Englishwoman with a second Short-Arm Clothesline. “And that’s for jacking my trunks. No wait,” she peeled Graylock off the canvas and drew her in close but instead of another Clothesline she dipped into a crouch and looped her arms around the other woman’s upper thighs. Then she hoisted Helena off her feet and went down on one knee, thus ensuring the Gray Lady endured a very rough landing atop her posted thigh. “THAT’S for spiking my trunks!” Fletcher amended while Graylock tended to her wounded undercarriage.
With Helena’s head already bowed and exposed, Meggerz helped herself to a nice Front Facelock and promptly laid out on her back to THWHUNK the other Destroyer’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Helena tumbled over onto her back in the aftermath and though Meggerz was certain it wouldn’t work, she couldn’t stop herself from stretching out on the Briton’s chest and hooking the far leg for…
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cv4gBuDXARw
ONE…
TWO…
Helena kicked her loose simultaneous with ‘TWO’ and did so with a force Meggerz didn’t often encounter in her opponents. Nodding once she’d decided on a course of action, the Southern Speed Demon grabbed hold of Graylock’s gloved wrist and used it to drag her back to verticality. “You may not be Cynthia,” she muttered, “but beating your weird ass is gonna make it impossible for her to duck me for another month.”
“That miserable whelp will be the furthest thing from your mind when OOOFFFHHH!”
Meggerz checked Helena’s tits with a stiff Forearm Smash, then followed it up with two more just because she was sick of the Englishwoman’s haughty ‘tude. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, sweetie. I’ve still got plenty of time to whoop your ass.” She tacked on a Forearm Smash to the jaw for good measure, then seized hold of Graylock’s wrist again and flung her into a corner on the far side of the squared circle. Woozy but far from completely out of it, Helena whipped around and went back-first into the buckles, thus saving the vast majority of her breath despite the solid impact. Alas all those savings were wiped out heartbeats later when a charging Meggerz THWHUMPED into her with a sternum-crushing tits on tits Body Block.
RUNNING BODY BLOCK @ 00:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2CDxJpXvwo
Graylock soaked up every bit of it and even big as she was, Meggerz wasn’t surprised when the redhead dropped to her butt, the top of her head lolling just below the middle turnbuckle. Clearing off as soon as she realized the other woman’s legs had failed, Fletcher sauntered to the middle of the ring and pumped a fist for the FAWNatics. Grinning, she turned in a circle and called, “YOU GUYS READY FOR THE FIRST BIG WIPEOUT OF THE EVENING?”
They assured her they were, so Meggerz peeled off a sporty little half circle and raced back toward the prone Englishwoman. Staying the course until the very last moment, she hopped up and twisted sideways in mid-air, all the better to THWHAP her powerful frame across Helena’s chest with a THWHUMPING Crossbody. Rolling clear of the crash wile Graylock swaddled both arms across her ribs, Meggerz hurried to her feet, went back to the redhead and snatched hold of her ankles. From there she draaaaaagged Helena away from the ropes and folded her in half, a domineering Matchbook that grew all the more so when the American slid forward and sat herself across Graylock’s upturned thighs. The ref dove in at once, checked the Helena’s shoulders and counted…
WIPEOUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9kfnhZo8Rg
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Our Lady of the Mists kicked loose with half a second to spare, though Fletcher didn’t seem the slightest bit put out of countenance by the escape. Indeed she was all smiles as she circled around from the north and wrapped both hands around Graylock’s copper braid. “All this time you’ve been running your mouth about feeding people to the Gray, whatever that is.” Meggerz snaked her left arm around Helena’s throat and cupped her right bicep for even more leverage once she’d cupped that hand against the back of the other woman’s skull to complete the Sleeper. Pouring pressure into the hold that’d salted Ivy Belle Armstrong away at ‘Mania, Fletcher laid her head against Helena’s and went on. “Have you ever stopped to consider that all the Gray really wants is YOUNNNGHHH!”
Not about to discuss the vagaries of the Gray with a mind that could barely comprehend its existence in the first place, Helena brought up a foot and stamped hard on the blonde’s foot. Another stomp and a couple seconds of toe-grinding loosened Fletcher’s coil enough for Helena to twist down and into what was basically a loose Side Headlock. From that position she secured a Waistlock around the rookie’s midsection and popped her hips to tear Meggerz off the mat. For a moment everyone forgot the blonde was nearly a hundred and fifty pounds, surely even Helena Graylock wasn’t strong enough to hoist another Destroyer off the mat, then PLANT them directly on the back of their head and shoulders with almost no discernible effort. But apparently it was true, as the replays clearly showed Meggerz’s heels pointing straight to the rafters at the precise moment Graylock dropped down to return her to the canvas in a most violent manner.
BACKDROP SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSwwnaNSqhA
Fletcher popped free of the Matchbook but couldn’t summon the wherewithal to turn onto her stomach or side, meaning she would’ve been in perfect position to take a pin if the Gray Lady had sought one. Helena hadn’t sought one though; instead she’d taken the American’s head in both hands and slowly hauled her upright. “It will be a shame to feed your fighting spirit to the Gray when it clearly has so much more to offer the world.” Helena’s voice was indeed tinged with sympathy, a sharp contrast to the rough way she pulled Meggerz into a tummy on tummy embrace that just so happened to pin the American’s arms to her sides. “But insolence must be punished and little girl; you will make a fine meal.
“Buuhhhh…. bytch,” Meggerz moaned it without actually being aware of anything other than her own rattled consciousness. “Call me a little girl one more time and I’ll UUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Helena pulled her noose tight, jerked Fletcher off her feet and angled legs so that the suffering blonde had to rest her shins just below the redhead’s hips to alleviate the slightest amount of pressure. “Say not a word.” Graylock commanded of the official when he strolled over to check on the Bear Hug. “She will not give herself to the Gray until I deem her worthy. And at the moment…” she crouched a little deeper and shook Fletcher like she was a lightweight instead of one of the strongest girls on the roster. “…I do not deem her worthy.”
Close by, Meggerz shook her head and made microadjustments to her arms, the trapped battler doing any and everything she could think of to escape the vise around her waist. In the meantime she chanced a bit of oxygen to gasp, “Gaaaaaah… got a lot of nerve, calling me UUUNNNGGHH… unworthy, chump. These people thought I was plenty worthy when I was crushing your big pasty ass against EEERRRGGGHHHH!”
Helena reared back and squeeeeeezed all the harder, forcing Fletcher to kick her legs in most undignified fashion. Setting her down a moment later, Graylock caught her breath and spat, “As an idol for these fools you are more than adequate, Meggerz Fletcher. But to be an offering for the Gray you must prove yourself a warrior. And I have not yet seen that from youUUOOOOFFHHH!”
Meggerz let out a little shout of triumph when she finally worked her arms low enough to counter the Briton’s Bear Hug with one of her own. “That feel like a sacrifice grinding your ribs, bytch?” the blonde snarled at her startled opposition. “Or does it feel like the grip of a chick who’s gonna crush you ouTTTNNNNGGHH AAAAAAHH!”
Helena doubled down and hoisted Fletcher off her feet by a few inches to regain the initiative in this high stakes embrace. Going nose to nose with the suffering powerhouse, Graylock hissed, “All I feel is the touch of SCARED LITTLE GIRL, desperate to save herself from being cast into the GRRRRRHHAAARRRRGGHH!”
Forced to admit that Helena had her number, at least when it came to this exchange of Bear Hugs, Meggerz traded in her Waistlock for a grip on the redhead’s waistband, which she promptly pulled several inches north. Soon as the wedgie bit in Fletcher added some biting of different kind, namely to the bridge of her attacker’s nose.
“Hey, stop with the biting, Meg!” the ref started his count even though the fans were cheering the Asphalt Angel louder than ever. Breaking away right at ‘FOUR!’ Meggerz dropped to the canvas and celebrated her freedom with a great big Bytch Slap that sent Helena staggering into the ropes.
“That’s right baby, stay up for me. Just a little while longer now.” Fletcher muttered under her breath when she saw Graylock hit the ropes and come bouncing out. Exploding forward as soon as she was satisfied Helena would keep her feet, Meggerz whipped up her right foot for a Big Boot that would’ve taken the Silk Specter’s head off if she hadn’t twisted aside with a heartbeat to spare. The Southern Speed Demon went down on one knee, cursed aloud, then started to rise before getting smashed across the back of the neck by a vengeful British forearm.
Situated behind the prone wrestler, Graylock reached over Fletcher’s left shoulder and claimed ownership of her right wrist. Drawing Meggerz’s arm across her throat Straightjacket style, Helena forced the American to stand, then stepped back and pulled on the captured wrist as hard as she could. Meggerz spun in a half circle, stumbled forward and THWHACK! Graylock loosened some teeth with the murderous Elbow Strike she called the Silver Lash.
SILVER LASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPnRur76Dco
Eyes glazed over after the head-on collision, Fletcher landed flat and immediately bounced to a seat, her quick return more than likely a by-product of leftover momentum and not a show of preternatural resilience. She was still sitting with her chin in her cleavage when Helena crouched down on her six and snaked her left arm over across her neck. No standard Sleeper was this, as Graylock wedged Fletcher’s chin into her armpit and wrapped her other arm over the blonde’s right bicep, keeping that arm effectively trapped when she clasped her hands between Meggerz’s shoulders.
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h8IXvvlpPQ&feature=plcp
Dragon Sleeper complete, Helena bore down on it for several seconds but when she received no wails of surrender she dipped her knees and forced Fletcher to stand. “They aren’t cheering for you any more, little girl.” the Gray Lady taunted as she turned in a circle, all the better to display her prey to everyone in the arena. “They’re holding their breath and praying to whatever they hold dear that they don’t have to hear your screams when I feed you to the GraYERRRRGGH!”
Denied all options save one, Meggerz flattened her left hand into a paddle whipped it up n’ around in a wild blindside SMACK that connected with the side of Graylock’s face. Smiling even though the aftershock sent a nasty jolt through her neck, Fletcher connected with two more big smacks in rapid succession, then decided to break the rules a bit by snatching a huge handful of the redhead’s braid.
“Leggo of her hair, Meggerz!” the ref patted his charge on the shoulder. “You know you can’t do WHOAH!”
Not content to let him dole out his brand of slow, ineffectual justice, Helena pulled her right hand away from the clasp, then reached down and snatched hold of the American’s waistband. With little more than a grunt and heave she hoisted Meggerz, up, over and down, the powerhouse ingénue THWHAMMED flat on her face, chest and belly via the Inverted Suplex. Breathless the instant she hit the canvas, Meggerz bounced up and rolled over, saving Graylock the hassle of having to shoot a Half Nelson. Trapping both legs in a tight bundle, the Silk Specter pointed Fletcher’s tush toward the lights and nodded along for the…
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Meggerz wrenched loose, sat up and actually had the gall to shove her opponent away. Helena responded as any rational woman would, by pressing one hand against the side of Fletcher’s head and BWUNKING it against the canvas like a basketball. On her feet shortly thereafter, Graylock nudged a boot into the blonde’s gulping ribs and demanded, “On your feet, child. Our business is far from over.”
Meggerz rolled onto all fours, rose to boot leather and flipped hair out of her face. Meeting Graylock’s gaze without the tiniest bit of hesitation, she tapped her chin and said, “You think you’re tuff, feather fists? Show me what you’ve UNNNNGGGHH!”
They must have some pretty nasty feathers across the pond because Meggerz’s head snapped back when Helena stepped in and clouted her chin with a European Uppercut. Rocked back on her heels, Fletcher caught her balance, then very deliberately turned her head and spat on the canvas.
“What was that, a love tap? I said hit me, fog facNNNNGGHHH!”
Helena stapled another European Uppercut to her jawline but Fletcher only ceded a few steps, which she regained almost instantly. Very much aware of the growing crowd noise and the barely hidden incredulity in Graylock’s eyes, Meggerz taunted, “Maybe you want to try one of the American Uppercuts next time, princess. Those crappy foreign knockoffs don’t seem to be getting the job--”
There was an echoing THWHACK when Helena kicked her right foot up and caromed it off Meggerz’s face. The Big Boot spun Fletcher in a circle and it looked like her legs were gonna crumble at any moment but damned if she didn’t steady herself out only a pace or so shy of the ropes. Rolling her shoulders as the crowd went absolutely batshit, the Southern Speed Demon rounded on her wide-eyed adversary and bellowed, “I’M GIVIN’ YOU ONE MORE SHOT, BEEYOTCH! THEN I’M GONNA DROP YOUR ASSSMMMMPPHHHH!”
More than willing to shift strategies when one wasn’t working, Helena lined up like she was thinking about another Uppercut but instead she lashed out with her gloved hand and pressed it tight over Meggerz’s mouth and nose. Going from jubilant to panicked just like that, the FAWNatics roared for Fletcher to fight loose, even though they knew damned well no one had managed to escape the Gray Lady’s Palm Smother.
Torn between cursing herself a fool and trying to keep calm, Meggerz swung Haymakers at the Englishwoman’s head, alas Helena simply dipped from side to side or pulled clear with heartbeats to spare. A Toe Kick met the same fate, now that she had the Smother cinched in, Graylock was keeping her distance, allowing the blonde to expend all the energy she wanted to speed up her descent to unconsciousness. Suddenly aware that her eyelids and legs felt far heavier than they should’ve, Meggerz stopped punching and wrapped both hands around Helena’s smotherin’ wrist. Using it more as a tether than anything else, Fletcher stayed vertical for another ten seconds before her knees unhinged and she crumpled like a penitent.
“Yes, that’s it. Breathe deep, little one.” Graylock murmured as the blonde started to sway. “Drink in the nothing and allow yourself into the NOOOOOO!”
Meggerz surged to her feet with a muffled shriek and proceeded to blow the roof off the FAWN Arena when she WRENCHED Helena’s hand from her face. Drawing in a deep, ragged breath, the Asphalt Angel bared her teeth in something like a grin and shouted, “TOO STRONG, RED!”
Then she tossed Graylock’s hand away, went in low and slammed her left shoulder into Brit belly. With Helena caught behind the knee and across her upper back, Fletcher bounced up onto one foot, twisted around in a half circle that was almost dainty and finally dropped forward and down to absolutely THAWHAM her opponent against the canvas. Bounced all the way to boot leather by the murderous Spinebuster, Meggerz immediately went for the cover, landing back first across the redhead’s chest and hooking the far leg for…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvmV-HP18wQ
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Helena pushed the American off and sat up with a pneumatic ease that would’ve scared the hell out of anyone not cruising on a giant Spinebuster high. Viewing Graylock’s revival as a direct challenge, Fletcher palmed her head in both hands and THWUMPED her skull against the mat, a bit of payback from earlier. “Yeah baby!” she shouted down into the redhead’s face. “You wanna try that spooky shit against me again? C’mon, lets see ya--whoops!”
Graylock sat up again so Fletcher sprang to her feet and left them just as quickly, all the better to pound a Low Dropkick into the other woman’s chest. Meggerz rolled clear a little ways, pushed to one knee and raked a hand through her hair. Eying Helena warily, she huffed, “Lemme guess. You and Abigail Williams went to the same summer ca-- Holy Crap!”
Helena rose up like a bad habit, the redhead regarding her foe with a hatred far too clear-eyed for someone who kept taking blows to the head. “Foolish girl.” she growled. “You don’t have the discipline to UUUFFFHH!”
Meggerz scrambled to her feet and pounded one against the Englishwoman’s forehead. Damned near certain the bytch would do her Michael Myers impression sooner than later, Fletcher burned rubber into the ropes, came back and sure enough, Helena sat up. Unfortunately for her she did it just in time for Meggerz to THWHAP a Low Lariat across her clavicle. Knocked flat on her back, Graylock’s legs popped straight up, so Meggerz hooked ‘em behind the knees and bore down tight, keeping the Gray Lady pinned through…
SLIDING LARIAT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=41RJL9b6Ea4
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Helena twitched loose and slopped over onto her side, the durable redhead showing none of her previous inclination for abrupt revival. Still didn’t stay down long, only this time it was because Meggerz took hold of her ponytail right at the base and used it to scrape the Silk Specter off the mat. Stuffing Graylock’s head under her left arm, Fletcher slung her near arm across her shoulders, then reached down and hooked Helena behind her left knee. After a moment to catch her breath, the Southern Speed Demon dipped her knees and muscled the Englishwoman across her shoulders in a sort of cradled Fireman’s Carry.
“THIS GIRL’S PRETTY STRONG!” Meggerz bellowed over the delighted roars of the crowd. “BUT C’MON! WE ALL KNOW GRAY FOG IS NO MATCH FOR BLACK ASPHALT!”
The crowd agreed, then got all the louder when Fletcher charged halfway across the ring and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Helena through the canvas with her Darlington Drop. Meggerz’s grip broke loose when they hit the mat, allowing her to float backward over top Graylock’s shuddering frame. Bearing down with every bit of her weight, Fletcher hooked the far leg and pointed it toward the rafters for…
DARLINGTON DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrs4OJZHml0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Our Lady of the Mists lifted a shoulder, saving herself from the first FAWN defeat of her career. Meggerz cursed under her breath and showed the ref three fingers. He showed her two and she cursed again. “Ok, that’s cool.” the blonde said after a deep breath. “I didn’t come here for a track meet, I came for a demolition derby and so did you. So how ‘bout I give you what you’re after?”
No answer save a vague stirring from Helena, so Meggerz stood up and moved around to make sure she was on the redhead’s six when she started to rise. Lining up her shot, the Southern Speed Demon began to twitch her right shoulder over and over again, a signal that quickly got the FAWNatics revving a giant invisible engine. “C’mon bytch.” Meggerz demanded, her voice lost in the roar of the crowd. “It’s time you found out what happens to chicks who get in my way.”
Quite unaware of how close she was to hitting a wall, Graylock rolled onto her stomach and stood up with her back to Fletcher, just as the blonde had intended. Spinning on one heel when the other woman was almost vertical, Meggerz hit the ropes going fast and bounced out going that much faster. With mere paces between them when Graylock turned to find her, Fletcher cranked her right arm waaaaaaaaay back and swung for the fenc-- Helena stepped forward and went low, avoiding the Lariat so narrowly that she felt her attacker’s forearm brush the crown of her skull.
Dropped to all fours by the force of her miss, Meggerz popped up almost immediately, then swung around and walked right into an Uppercut to the point of her chin. Staggered, her defences dropped just long enough for the Gray Lady to dip under her left arm while simultaneously hooking her left arm across Fletcher’s chest. Snatching a handful of waistband for extra support, Helena hauled Meggerz off her feet like she was little more than a sack of flour. Graylock released her hooks at the apex, leaving the blonde floating for that half a heartbeat before gravity seemed to kick in. That was all the time Helena needed to rear back and THWHACK Meggerz’s jaw with a right hook that had the FAWNatics cupping their mouths in sympathetic anguish. Knocked for a loop in mid-air, Fletcher barely reacted when she slammed into the canvas, save for a low wheeze that was mostly the sound of air rushing from her lungs.
SILVER PHANTOM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvvSNBXra0U
Graylock looked down at the wreckage for a moment, then stepped over to better straddle the prone lovely’s waist. “You have proven a most worthy adversary.” she admitted to the glassy eyed blonde. “Your spirit will prove a veritable feast for the Gray and for that I thank you.”
With that she raised her right hand overhead and made a brief show of tugging the red leather glove a little tighter. Fingers splayed wide, Helena reached down and placed her palm over Meggerz’s mouth. Pinching the other woman’s nostrils between her thumb and forefinger, Graylock dropped to her knees and pressed down with all her considerable strength. Meggerz still fought like a livewire, the Southern Speed Demon roaring from her stupor to buck, writhe, twist and most importantly pull at the hand stealing her breath. Helena shook her head ‘no’ and pinched Fletcher’s nostrils all the tighter. Strong as she was, Meggerz had been through a war and the oxygen deprivation took its toll sooner than later. Her back was the first to fall still, then her legs and her arms shortly thereafter.
In the end it was only her hands clinging to Graylock’s wrist and those fell away when the Englishwoman gave the smother a soft shake. Following five seconds of almost silence from her prey, Helena looked to the official and said, “She has given herself to the Gray. Do as you will.”
Though the blonde’s shoulders were flat to the canvas, the ref knew brass wanted a three point check for any form of a Sleeper, so he took Meggerz’s left wrist in one hand and lifted it high. When he let loose it dropped to the mat with no fanfare whatsoever. Even so the FAWNatics grew louder, begging and pleading for the powerful rookie to escape the predicament she’d bested once prior. But Helena was right, Meggerz was deep in the Gray and she didn’t notice when her arm dropped two more times. The ref patted Graylock on the shoulder and murmured, “All right Helena, that’s it. Let ‘er up.”
Due diligence done, he turned to the Timekeeper and threw the final signal. The bell CLANGED three times and once it faded the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knock-out… HELENA GRAYLOCK!”
This brought the jeers which was expected, although they were far louder than the ref would’ve expected for a clean victory. He discovered the reason for this increased vitriol when he turned and saw that Helena had yet to break the Palm Smother. “Hey, c’mon Helena!” the ref chided on his way over to the action. “The match is over and you wonNWHOOOAHHH!”
The Silk Specter got up, placed a hand flat against the official’s chest and sent him sprawling with a huge shove. “You are correct; she has given a great deal to the Gray.” Helena noted to the wide-eyed man. “But she could always give more. And so she will.”
Scraping Meggerz off the canvas with a two-handed grip around her throat, Graylock turned the defenceless woman around in a half circle, then dipped down and wedged her head between blonde thighs. From there she lifted Meggerz onto her shoulders Electric Chair style and would’ve certainly subjected her to the Silver Twilight Ritual if someone hadn’t burst through the curtains and made her way down the ramp in record time.
Hitting the ring at the precise moment Helena freed her right arm from the Electric Chair, Morgan Kinloch took a threatening step forward and said, “You’re gonna put her down right this instant, girlie. Or you and I are gonna have problems.”
MORGAN KINLOCH:
Helena eyed the Irishwoman (who was poured into black denim and a Kelly green tank-top extolling the virtues of Dropkick Murphy) for a moment, then said, “I believe our problems began the instant you dared to keep me from my rightful prize, little girl.”
Standing a solid five foot eight and weighing in at nearly a hundred and forty pounds, the Siren of Shannon was no one’s idea of a ‘little girl’ but she tolerated the slight in order to keep her defenceless friend from taking a nasty tumble. Morgan smirked, took a step back and spread her arms. “So it’s a prize you want, Graylock? Put her down and take me… if you can.”
Helena’s eyes flashed at the challenge. “You wish to brave the Gray, Morgan Kinloch?”
“I got no fight with this Gray, whatever it is. You though, you need to be knocked on your flat English arse.”
The Gray Lady smiled thinly. “So be it.”
She made as if to toss Meggerz off her shoulders but instead she reached up and cupped her right hand behind the blonde’s neck. With head and left leg cradled tight, Graylock pulled both ends toward one another and sat out to THWHAM Meggerz down flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
SILVER TWILIGHT RITUAL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L4pN-CzYcQ
Somersaulting away in a heartbeat, Helena slid under the bottom rope and cleared off fast, leaving Morgan torn between going on the attack or staying to defend her fallen friend. In the end she chose the latter, but her eyes never left Helena’s as the redhead backed up the ramp and no one missed the promise of violence that crackled between them.
“You’re gonna pay for that, girlie.” Kinloch promised the retreating warrior. “Pay for it with blood and tears.”
Neither of those interests me in the slightest.” Helena sneered. “Your breath however, I will help myself to every bit of that.”
Thoughts of destroying the brunette proved so tempting that Graylock almost started back down the ramp, but she halted her progress when half a dozen referees swarmed ringside to keep them separated and tend to Meggerz. Denied true satisfaction for a moment, Graylock tightened her glove, then waved goodbye to her new quarry and stalked out of sight.
Morgan kept her eyes locked on the curtain in case the sneaking bytch decided to come back. “I’m comin’ for ya, Helena Graylock.” she whispered. “And neither the Gray nor the Devil himself are gonna stop me from takin’ a piece outta yer arse.”