Post by alyadmirer on Jul 15, 2015 22:32:41 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Ring Announcer began, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Denver, CO… She stands five feet eight inches tall weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five. She is a former WOLF World champion, FAWN World champion and FAWN Tag Team champion. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Camouflage Crusher… the BFG… BEEECCCKKKYYY CLLLAAAYYYTTTOOONNN!!!!!"
BECKY CLAYTON:
The speakers rip into Shinedown's ‘Heroes’, sending the Howling Commandos to their feet in the blink of an eye. Almost as quickly, Becky Clayton strides into view, the imposing robobabe blasting through the curtains to greet her fans with a jaunty two-fisted pose. This results in a cacophonous cheer, not just for the woman in question, but for her togs, which were among the best on the roster. For those of you who’ve been living under a rock for the last year or so, prepare yourself. Becky is decked out in a camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way up to the southern border of her cups. She finishes it off with matching forest green pads and boots and a few wraps of camouflage wrist tape.
(“HEROES”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi8q_t3le60 )<br>
Having rallied proper support from her troops, Clayton starts down to the squared circle. Though she is extremely eager to get tonight’s battle started, the Army of One Hot Chick still takes the time to slap hands on both sides of the aisle, as something told her she is going to need all the strength they could offer. Breaking into a jog once she has traversed the aisle, Clayton bounds up the steel steps and leaps over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky wheels to the hard camera and snaps off a crisp salute before backing into one of the far corners.
As Becky rallied her troops, the Announcer completed this latest set of combatants. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The sold out crowd turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain turned her attention to the camera that’d glided up beside her. “Brewster might’ve bloodied me, but in the end I put a stake right through her… heart.” She cast a look to the ring, then glanced back at the camera. “And now that the monster’s been dealt with, it’s time for the next stop on my tour.” Obviously ready for the battle ahead, Deschain started down the ramp amidst a near solid wall of sound.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first PPV battle against WOLF‘s only World Champion, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Difference between this month and last? Her top know sported a message: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain made sure her attention was on Becky by the time she reached the foot of the aisle. Not that she expected duplicity from Clayton, but because she wanted to get a sense of the blonde’s state of mind heading into this match. From what she could tell Becky was feeling like a World Beater and that’s exactly what Deschain wanted. A woman who thought she was the best and wanted to prove it. This thought went through her head in the time it took her to climb up the steps and glide between the ropes.
Moving to the center of the squared circle, she offered a single nod to Becky, then raised her index finger one more time. “And Becky makes six.” she said just loud enough for the floor seat fans to pick up. Becky snorted but made no comment. Syd hadn’t expected her to, they could do all the talking they wanted just as soon as the ref checked her pads and boots.
Sydney left her corner in time with the CLANG of the bell, she absolutely did not want her mobility limited against a powerhouse like Clayton. Becky started forward shortly thereafter, the powerful blonde pleased to note that Deschain was coming straight at her rather than trying to approach from an angle. Hands raised and curled in a loose grappler’s crouch, Bex stopped a little ways shy of her opponent and smiled. “Tap Out Tour 2015, huh? I’m gonna feel bad bringing it to an abrupt end.”
Deschain smiled back. “Tour goes on one way or another, soldier. I’ll be just as satisfied to pin your shoulders or knock you cold.”
“You wanna pin these shoulders?”
Becky’s smile got wider as she rolled her shoulders and busted out a double bicep flex that got a loud ‘BOOOOOOM!’ from the FAWNatics.
“Those shoulders indeed.” Deschain answered dryly. “Not too fast though, think I’ll put ‘em through their paces first.”
Clayton laughed aloud, not a mean sound, but the obvious joy of a competitor who knows she was about to test and be tested. “Hope you brought extra ammo, Syd.” Becky extended a fist to the brunette. “Because I’m armed to the teeth.”
“I got plenty to spare.” Sydney bumped knuckles with her opponent, then backed off and sank into a crouch of her own. “Look alive, Clayton. The fire is friendly but it is very, very live.”
Already circling by the time her foe finished speaking, Becky didn’t bother with feints, lunges or other such gimmickry, she merely beckoned the brunette to her, then stormed into the breach when Deschain did the same. The speed of their lunge proved a stark contrast to the dead stop when Becky and Sydney met in a textbook Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Foreheads inches apart, the strain was obvious in the set of their shoulders, backs, thighs and glutes, but their was practically no movement until blonde and brunette disengaged with a mutual shove almost ten seconds later.
Reminding herself that she only had two inches and eight pounds on the Marvel, Becky circled a couple of times before calling Deschain forward again. No hesitation from Sydney, she ‘smecked’ against the former Tag Team Champion and might’ve pushed her back a half step before Clayton set her plant foot like a kickstand to end that nonsense. Interested to see if she could goad the veteran into an early mistake, Becky shook her foe and shoulder and bicep and asked, “That all you’ve got, Syd?”
Deschain didn’t reply with a shake of her own, but Bex felt her fingers hooking in a little deeper. “Plenty. But I don’t see any reason to use more than OOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
Becky suddenly wrenched the shorter woman up onto her tiptoes, took a giant step back and slung her down into a THWUMPING tummy on mat collision. Syd bounced hard, landed on her knees and crossed both arms against her midsection while the crowd went ‘Ooooooooohhhhhh!’ “There’s reason number one.” Becky chided. “Here’s number two.” She buried her hands in Deschain’s hair and pulled her up--
”NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
Sydney planted her right shoulder against the Camouflage Crusher’s tummy, wrapped both arms around her upper thighs and lifted *just* enough to THUNK Becky onto her back courtesy of a Double Leg Takedown. Cursing herself for not protecting against the maneuver, Clayton’s defenses went to DEFCON One the instant Syd straddled her legs and crawled forward Sitting up before the brunette could take her waist, Becky pounded a short Forearm Smash against Deschain’s chest, then rolled clear and popped to her feet when Syd tumbled out of the mount.
On her feet a split-second before the veteran, Becky closed in with her right arm raised to shoulder-level and brought it THWAPPING down across Sydney’s shoulders. Syd straightened up and turned around, or tried to at least. She’d only made it about halfway when Clayton grabbed a shoulder and spun her back the way she’d came. Wedging an arm through the Mangler’s thighs, Clayton cupped a big handful of backside and slung her other arm over Deschain’s right shoulder. Then Becky scooped Sydney up with no discernable effort and cursed under her breath because the other woman wriggled loose and landed on her six in near silence.
Aware that she’d have to strike hard and with pinpoint accuracy to slow down a War Engine like Rebecca Clayton, Sydney snagged a handful of waistband and jerked the big blonde into a SPANKING Forearm Smash across the lower back. Becky groaned and took a stuttering half step forward. A greedier sort would’ve tried for another Forearm blast and eaten a Back Elbow for her troubles, but Deschain was far too poised to repeat herself this early in the match. Instead she stuffed a shoulder between Becky’s shoulders and shoved her forward only to tug her into a sawed-off sorta Shoulderblock that landed below the nape of her opponent’s neck.
Syd let loose the instant her shoulder connected, the whipped her left arm around Becky’s throat. Drawing the powerhouse close, Deschain cupped her right hand to the back of Clayton’s skull and pressed forward to pinch her neck with a perfectly-executed Sleeper.
Far too professional to panic even when her oxygen was in short supply, Becky answered with elbow strikes from both sides, alas the brunette was smeared all over her back, making it all but impossible for her blows to connect with any real impact. Denied that route, she set her feet and set off for the ropes only to absorb a Kneelift to her lower back in response. “Make for the ropes if you want, soldier.” Sydney said. “Just know I’m gonna make your back hurt for every bit of your retreat.”
Simultaneously piqued and motivated by the ‘R-word’, Clayton forced herself back against the brunette’s chest and tummy, then twisted sharply in hopes of escaping the Sleeper to apply one of her own. In this she was merely half successful. The Army of One Hot Chick did indeed free herself from the Sleeper, but only because the Technical Marvel turned it into a grrrrrrrriiiiinding Side Headlock. Crushing Clayton’s temple against the point of her left hip, Syd jostled the hold up n’ down as she noted, “You’ve got five seconds before I take you to the mat, Becky. If you’re working on a plan, I’d suggest you try it noWWHOOAHHNOYADON’T!”
Clayton cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist, dipped her knees and yanked Deschain off the canvas by a good six inches. Sydney, who’d forgotten more about Suplexes than most other FAWN talents ever knew, popped her own hips quite forcefully and returned to the mat with that gnashing Headlock still sunk in. Working hard to control her breathing, Becky balled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED it home half a dozen times in perhaps three seconds.
With a trip to the mat looming most threateningly, the BFG pressed both hands to the small of Deschain’s back, took a giant step forward and shoved as hard as she could. Sydney’s Headlock didn’t actually pop open, as Clayton felt her cheeks abraded by the veteran’s forearm as it slid north, however it did get her free. And with enough leftover momentum to bounce Sydney into the nearest set of ropes. Electing pursuit over assuaging her situation, Becky loped after the Marvel and STUFFED a huge Shoulderblock into her sternum the very second Syd bounced off the strands.
Caught flush by the hammer-blow, Deschain went down flat with Clayton’s shadow cutting across her midsection like an All-American Sword of Damocles. Beaming down into her foe’s stunned features, Becky leaned in as close as she dared and swatted the shoulder that put the brunette on her back. “Get the message, Syd? Bring. More. Firepower!”
Eager to heat up her own ordinance, Clayton clamped an impromptu Iron Claw on Deschain’s forehead and used it to haul her to boot leather. From there she forced the Mangler backward into the ropes and crowded in close enough to keep Syd from getting away while she transitioned to a Wristlock. This was followed by another ‘just because’ shoulder to sternum, then Clayton stepped back, dropped a hip and tossed Deschain across the squared circle via an Irish Whip. Waiting just long enough to confirm the brunette wasn’t running her own op, Becky bounced into the strands on her six and raced out to meet the other woman shoulder-first.
THWUMP! Sydney went down hard and sat up fast, just not fast enough to keep the Army of One Hot Chick from righting her with another Wristlock. Clayton didn’t bother to move them to the ropes this time, she merely slung the stunned Marvel in a half circle and tossed her toward the ropes before charging in the opposite direction. Braced for another cringe-worthy impact, the FAWNatics ‘oooooohhhed’ in surprise when Deschain took to the skies in a gorgeous vertical leap and THWHACKED her heels into the blonde’s chin with a perfect Dropkick.
Hand to her mouth, Becky rolled to one side and shook off the worst of the ache. She was a half tic shy of getting to one knee when Syd grabbed her by the ears and dragged her into a Front Facelock. Soon as the blonde was up she was down again, Deschain laying out on her back to THWHUNK Clayton’s forehead to the thinly-sheathed plywood in a no-frills necessary DDT.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8ta5A-NNn4
Bex jolted but didn’t roll over, so Sydney caught her left arm in a Half Nelson and used it to shovel her onto her back. Securing a pin on Becky Clayton in under five minutes was a ludicrous idea, yet there was something to be said for making a powerhouse carry weight, which was why she slid across Clayton’s chest and hooked the far leg. Already close, Al Carpenter swooped in and counted…
ONE!
The BFG kicked out with authority, just as Syd expected she would. That was ok though, she also sat up and that’s what Deschain had wanted all along. Snuggled in tight against the blonde’s broad back, Sydney slipped her left arm around Clayton’s neck, braced the base of her skull with the other hand and clamped down on another early Sleeper.
Becky, who’d been in the middle of drawing a breath when Deschain pinched her windpipe, let out an irritated grunt. She knew damned well she was stronger than the Marvel, but Sydney was no lightweight and if she’d set herself to the task of putting Clayton to sleep, the blonde was gonna have to watch her neck. Forcing herself to stay calm and thus expend the minimum amount of air, Becky twisted into her attacker’s chest as best she could and pounded her left elbow into the pit of Deschain’s tummy twice in rapid succession. She loaded up for a third, but Syd pushed to one knee and slipped around behind the Destroyer to keep the Sleeper nice and tight.
Already feeling slightly swimmy from air deprivation, Becky struggled to one knee and turned again, but didn’t fire another elbow. Instead she slipped her left arm between the veteran’s thighs and hooked her around the left leg. The Mangler didn’t appreciate that very much at all, but she couldn’t do anything about it without relinquishing the Sleeper, so she bore down that much harder and wrenched Clayton’s noggin back n’ forth. Face flushed pink now, Becky forced herself to ignore the coil around her throat. With Deschain’s left leg firmly in her possession, the Camouflage Crusher did a bit more shifting, then grunted in triumph when she clambered to her feet. Almost immediately thereafter she ‘hupped’ Syd into her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and wrapped an arm around the back of her head.
Doing so finally freed her of the Sleeper and she sucked in several deep breaths. The fresh air did wonders for her equilibrium, unfortunately it also gave Deschain time to realize what she had in mind, especially when Clayton started trying to cross her ankles one over the other in a squashed ‘X’.
Faced with the very real possibility of getting spiked with an Army of One, Deschain crooked her left arm into a stubby ‘V’ and pounded her elbow into the side of Becky’s head. And if that wasn’t enough, she jammed her right knee into Clayton’s left shoulder until the blonde was forced to let the Marvel slide down her back. Whirling around the instant Deschain left her clutches, Bex planted both hands against opposing chest and sent her reeling with a huge shove. Sydney caught her balance quickly enough but by then the blonde was already bearing down on her with a Clothesline locked and loaded. THWHACK! Becky’s bicep and forearm smashed against the shorter woman’s chest so hard it dropped Clayton to all fours and put Sydney on her back with both boots up around her ears in an undignified Matchbook.
CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgCcHiKmt3E
Pushing up on her haunches, Becky took note of Deschain’s predicament and grabbed hold of her ankles, thus keeping her shoulders down and ass up while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Syd kicked free at ‘TWO!’ and Clayton didn’t mind at all, she wanted some quality time to avenge those Sleepers. “I get why you’re trying to make me take a nap.” Becky huffed as she dragged Sydney to a seat via a double handful of hair. “It’s because you know you don’t have enough firepower to make me tap. Good strategy, but I think you’re gonna have trouble making it work with sprained shoulders.” With that she curled her hands into claws and ‘shumped’ them down into the soft meat between Syd’s neck and her shoulders.
Grimacing in pain as the E-Tool dug deep, Deschain grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrists and tried to twist loose, but Becky only stretched her feet a little wider and puuuuuuusssssshed down, forcing the brunette to take all her weight.
“Wanna give, Syd?” Clayton chided after her thumbs did some serious gouging at the Marvel’s trapezium. “It is the Tap Out Tour, after all.”
Sydney waggled a finger for Clayton and Carpenter, it was too painful to shake her head ‘no’. Still gripping the blonde’s wrists, Deschain grunted, “Since when do you go for the easy way out, soldier? I expect better of NNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky actually lifted her foe about five inches off the canvas, then forced her back down, THWHUMPING Sydney’s tailbone with an impromptu Keister Bounce. “Easy? There’s nothing easy about breaking you down, babe.” Clayton explained. “I will do it though. Even if it means there’s nothing left next month.” She jerked Deschain up and THWHUMPED her buns again for emphasis.
“You let me worry about next month, Becky. Syd huffed. “You just worry about making it through tonight.”
The Camouflage Crusher slid down a little deeper, she was nearly in a half split now. “I’m doing just fine, girl. Not sure about your shoulders though. I think they’re gonna cramp up real bad here in the next NNNNGGHH!”
Sydney rolled onto her back to free herself from the blonde’s talons. More importantly, she snapped a kick up and back that caught Clayton flush between the eyes. Becky’s head snapped back and she almost plopped down on her butt, but the Destroyer caught her footing just as Deschain was scrambling to her knees. The Marvel launched herself at the Destroyer’s midsection and so Becky pivoted on her left heel, all the better to THWHUMP Syd’s head with the broad side of her thigh. Syd spun around, landed on all fours and pushed up only to find her aching arms pinned high overhead in a brawny Full Nelson. Forcing the technician’s chin into her own cleavage, Becky jerked her from a seat to tiptoes in one strong yank and followed up with several hard shakes for good measure.
“Ready to wave the white flag, Syd? Go ahead and just flutter your hands if you want to, I know there’s not much else you can GRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sydney planted a heel against the blonde’s knee and raaaaaaked all the way down her shin. Wasn’t enough to make Bex let loose, so she set again and “WHOOOAAANNNNNNGGGGH!”
Clayton dipped down and wrenched Deschain off her feet like it was nothing. Breaking her grip at the apex of Syd’s ascent, Becky spun to the right, put that hand against the brunette’s chest and pushed with all her might to THAWHAM the Marvel into the canvas with a brutal Full Nelson Slam. Deschain bounced and flopped over onto her belly only to find herself rolled right back over when Clayton sank to her knees. Hooking both legs in a neat little bundle, the blonde braced her back against Sydney’s chest and nodded along for the…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AstIIuY6n6Q
ONE…
TWO…
Deschain bucked free and sat up, one hand going to the small of her back while the other rubbed the base of her neck. Becky allowed her a second or two to nurse those hurts, then she added to them with a cuffing Forearm Smash to the back of the head and snatched hold of a shoulder before she could roll away. “Gonna keep slammin’ you, Syd.” Clayton explained as she hauled the both of them to their feet. “Until you figure out how to stop me at least. After that I’ll hafta find a new way to punish yaNGH!”
Sydney stuffed an elbow into the blonde’s belly and followed up with two more. Each struck home well enough, but Becky took ‘em like a champ and THWHAPPED a big overhand Forearm Smash between the brunette’s shoulders to put an end to the resistance. Quick to switch over to a Wristlock, the Army of One Hot Chick took two giant steps back, dropped her hips and threw Deschain into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Becky followed a short distance behind, not running, but keeping close enough to deny Syd the time she needed to engineer a meaningful escape.
Stratagem worked like a charm as the Mangler bounced off the strands and almost directly into the waiting arms of Becky Clayton. Pivoted so her back was almost to the smaller woman, Becky doubled over and looped her right arm across Sydney’s midsection for what looked like a Sidewalk Slam. At first. Always willing to go the extra mile, Clayton swung Sydney up into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder and twisted around in a smooth half circle. Cupping the back of Deschain’s neck even as she pushed onto her toes, Becky dove forward and down to FLATTEN her prey between her body and the canvas.
TILT-A-WHIRL POWER SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=epwKST-T0iU
The Tilt-A-Whirl Power Slam hit just as hard as the Full Nelson Slam, which was why Becky wasted no time in stretching out in a heavy Crossbody. Al Carpenter glided into place beside them mere heartbeats later…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney wedged a hand under Becky’s chin and shoved hard enough to break loose with a half second to spare. “That’s a little too much ‘tude for a chick who’s getting her ass kicked.” Bex muttered under her breath. “Thought someone like you would’ve learned to respect superior firepower a long time ago.”
“I will when I meet some.” Syd’s mouth spat before her brain could explain the ramifications of that sorta sass.
Becky snorted, her lips turned up in a hard smile. “All right baby, you wanna feel the bunker busters? You got it.”
On her feet promptly, Clayton helped herself to the technician’s ankles and stuffed them under her armpits. Hands clasped just beneath her breasts, the blonde crouched, turned and-- Sydney tensed from head to toe, stopping the Boston Crab in its tracks. Becky grunted, sank a little deeper and tried again. Deschain froze her out for the second time. “Cut that shyt out, Syd.” Clayton demanded.
“Not until you make me, BeckNNGGGHH!” The Camouflage Crusher released one foot, bent down and SMACKED Sydney in the mouth. Hardly a fight winner, but the blow startled Deschain long enough for Becky to reclaim her grip and turn the brunette onto her tummy. Becky dropped down immediately thereafter, resting her tush against Sydney’s to get the most pressure and pain from the Crab.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHgdEpkjqIw
Groaning as the Destroyer tried to bend her in half, Sydney braced on her left arm and attacked with the right, jabbing the point of her elbow into Clayton’s haunches more than half a dozen times.
It might’ve worked if Becky had simply sat there and soaked it up, but the former Tag Champ knew how to break a girl down with this hold and she proceeded to slide her seat north until she was almost on Syd’s shoulders. “Don’t have the leg strength to flip me off, Sydney.” Becky explained as she continued to pour it on. “And now you don’t have the position to use your elbows. Can still use your hands though. Use ‘em any time you wanna start tapping.”
The Marvel ran a hand through her hair then waggled a finger at Al. Too focused on overriding the pain of the Crab to worry about a snappy retort, the veteran set her forearms against the mat and started crawling / sliding / inching her way across the mat. The going was intolerably slow and Becky never eased up on her legs even once, but thirty agonizing seconds put her within a handbreadth of the bottom ropes. One last lunge reached the lifeline and finally allowed Sydney the freedom to open her mouth again. “Break the hold, Clayton.”
Becky did so without any prodding from the referee, not that this was any show of compassion or weakness on her part. Truth was, a quick break almost guaranteed the aggressor could land a short or two without any official complaint and that’s just what Becky got, in the form or two Stomps and quick Standing Splash, all delivered to the brunette’s lower back. Nodding assent when Carpenter told her to get it out of the ropes, Clayton gripped Deschain by the nape of the neck and dragged her to the center of the ring with minimal fanfare.
“I was always sorry I never got to defend the WOLF title against you, Syd.” Becky admitted after she’d wrapped one strong hand around the Mangler’s throat. “I think those fans would’ve appreciated knowing that I really was better than you.”
Any response from Deschain was cut off when the blonde wedged her free hand into her opponent’s crotch and hoisted her into the rafters in a gorgeous Military Press. Arms fully extended, Becky walked a short circle around the ring, a not so subtle reminder from one of, if not the very, strongest women in FAWN. Once the point had been made, she reset in the center, pushed onto her toes and ’hupped’ Sydney up even as she turned a quarter circle. Deschain should’ve landed across her shoulder like a sack of potatoes but no one had told the Mangler that because she adjusted in mid-air to land directly behind the big blonde.
Catching Becky in a Half Nelson / Waistlock combo almost as soon as she hit the ground, Sydney went low, popped her hips and tossed the Camouflage Crusher ass over teakettle, Becky THWUNKING down full force on the back of her head and shoulders.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX @ 00:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
Clayton tumbled onto her side, moaned and rolled to all fours, the powerhouse quick to recover even after a brain-rattler like that Suplex. She’d just reared back on her knees when Deschain charged, raised her right knee and THWHONKED it against opposing temple. Bex spun in a circle and landed flat, one hand going to the side of her head while the other sprawled palm up.
RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oxI-tpT3h8
Directly above, Sydney surveyed the situation for a moment, then kicked her left leg forward and sat out to THWHUMP a quick Leg Drop across the blonde’s throat. Becky coughed hard, rolled to one side and grunted a curse when Sydney dragged her to a seat with a handful of hair.
“You’re stronger than me, soldier. I won’t argue that.” Resting on her knees behind the blonde, Sydney leaned forward, coiled her left arm around Clayton’s chin and pulled her head back under her armpit. “But better? I’ll reserve judgment until one of us taps out.” Syd worked her right arm beneath Becky’s torso, locked her hands and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, putting quite a great deal of torque on the Army Brat’s neck and spine with her Dragon Sleeper.
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h8IXvvlpPQ
With her right arm trapped in the loop of Deschain’s arms, Becky’s escape options were far more limited than she would’ve liked. After waving a negating finger in the direction of the ref’s query of surrender, she grabbed hold of the Marvel’s constricting bicep and tried shoving it up over her head. Sydney let her try for a few seconds before drawing the trap even tighter and leaaaaaaaaaaaning back. It wasn’t the Whispering Scream, not that you would’ve known it from the raucous ‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants bandied between the FAWNatics. Clayton didn’t tap, but she couldn’t find a way out either and she could feel panic nibbling away at her nerves with steel teeth. Tossing finesse out the window, she flattened her left hand into a paddle and SWATTED at Syd’s left shoulder until she figured the lay of the land. Then she moved north and CLAPPED a shot against Deschain’s skull.
Sydney had anticipated such a response and she turned away to take it on the back of her head rather than the ear. Wasn’t pleasant though and she discouraged Becky from another attempt by wrenching up on her neck. “You want out, Becky?” she asked. “Stop slapping me and start slapping the maERRRGGGHHH! Hair! Get her off my hair, ref!”
“C’mon now Bex, leggo of her hair. You know better than that.” the ref tapped the back of Clayton’s offending hand and darned if she didn’t let go without complaint.
The reason for that laid in the fact that she’d secured a much more legal grip across the back of the Marvel’s skull. Tugging Deschain’s head forward and down, Becky started shifting back n’ forth, back n’ forth until finally she hoisted her left knee off the canvas. The increased leverage and her grip on the brunette’s noggin meant it wasn’t long until both women were back on their feet, unfortunately for Becky she was still very much mired in the Dragon Sleeper. “Let me go, Syd!” Becky abandoned her hold on Sydney’s head to resume the earlier smacking barrage. “I’ll box your ears if you don’t AAAAAGGGGHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Mangler pushed onto her toes and Clayton’s free hand hung almost motionless, seemingly trying to decide if its owner had had enough. Then Becky regained control and she clamped down on Deschain’s shoulder in an Iron Claw. “I WON’T GIVE, SYD!”
Sydney grimaced, be it in pain from the claw or frustration with the big blonde, no one knew. Grinding her hands between the trapped battler’s shoulders, Deschain bounced her a few times and muttered, “You’re gonna wish you had.” She dropped her hips which alleviated the pressure on Clayton’s neck a great deal, but any pleasure the Camouflage Crusher might’ve taken from this development vanished when the brunette popped her hips and hoisted Becky to high noon. Now, the FAWNatics had seen countless Stalling Vertical Suplexes during their time at the FAWN Arena, but no one could recall seeing someone hold a foe at high noon from the Inverted lift, which was what Deschain did just as soon as her right hand snatched a hank of Becky’s waistband. More than a little impressed herself, Sydney worked hard to keep the taller woman from swaying, though lord knows Becky didn’t make it easy for her. The crowd’s count was up to lucky number ‘SEVEN!’ when she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back.
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
Becky THWUMPED down on her chest and belly, then bounced to her knees with both arms cinched tight across her ribs. The Army of One Hot Chick had only begun mustering her reserves when Sydney swooped in and looped her left arm around opposing neck. Palming her right bicep for extra leverage, Deschain molded that hand to the blonde’s forehead and hauled her into another breath-sapping Sleeper.
Syd got the classic pinwheel arms this time, Becky too discombobulated for anything other that woozy flailing. The Mangler mulled putting her prey to sleep then and there but her pride was still smarting from the way Clayton had womanhandled her earlier and she wanted to balance that ledger. And so she dipped her knees again, a simple motion that had the fans gasping with anticipation until “OOOOOHH!’ Sydney bridged back and turned Becky inside out courtesy of a Sleeper Suplex that left the powerhouse in a moaning, facedown sprawl.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
Sydney crawled over shortly thereafter and made like she was going to turn the blonde onto her back. But she must’ve thought better of it because she cupped her hands to Clayton’s ears and lifted her to all fours instead. “You’re out of ammo, soldier. That means this skirmish is over.” Becky only groaned, so the Marvel stood up and quickly swung her right leg over Becky’s left shoulder so she could wedge blonde bicep in the ‘V’ that was the pit of her knee. Once one arm was trapped, Deschain claimed right wrist and stretched her arm at an unpleasant angle that allowed her to mirror what she’d done to Becky’s left arm. With those powerful arms all but neutralized, Sydney dropped to her butt which pulled Clayton into a seat, albeit one that featured her arms pinioned out behind in a painfully wide ’Y’. Stopping long enough to take a few deep breaths, Deschain said, “Ceasefire’s ready whenever you are, Bex.” She leaned forward, laced her hands around the base of her prey’s neck and jerked forward while simultaneously puuuuuuuuushing out with her legs.
LAMENT CONFIGURATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWeAXvBm3b4
“AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!” Becky closed her eyes and shrieked to wake the dead as the Lament Configuration did gawdawful things to her shoulders and neck.
Mightly wary of anything that could make Becky freakin’ Clayton squall like a rabbit in a snare, the ref dropped down next to her and demanded, “You wanna give it up, Becky? What do you say, girl? Do I need to stop the match?”
“NO!” Becky shook her head as best she could. “Don’t even think about it, I can do AAAAAHHH DAMMIT SYD!”
Sydney tightened the Lament Configuration to an ungodly degree and Becky had to ball her hands into fists to keep from tapping out. “Don’t be stupid, Clayton.” Deschain huffed. “You can’t make the ropes. You can’t power out. The only thing you can do is tap or HEY! What the fuCHHNNNNGGHH!”
Bellowing like something that’d escaped from one of Dante’s Inner Circles, Bex sat up and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked her arms forward despite the not inconsiderable handicap of Sydney’s fight-winning legs.
Genuinely stunned by the approach of Clayton’s hands, Deschain sent a murderous jolt through her gams. It got another yowl from the Camouflage Crusher and it stopped her progress… for a second. Then Becky stormed through the breach and locked her hands behind the brunette’s neck. Breathing hard, the blonde smiled and whispered one word. “Gotcha.” With that she rolled to one knee and rose to boot leather while STILL TRAPPED IN THE FREAKIN’ LAMENT CONFIGURATION!
Give the Mangler her due, she kept right on working the hold even as Clayton clambered toward the corner. Her efforts made the former Tag Champ stumble on more than one occasion, but Becky’s legs were sturdy as ever and near the end she forced herself into a shambling run. BWUUUNG! Syd’s back hit the buckles hard enough to loosen the knot that’d almost broken Becky’s will. Almost broken was worlds different from actually broken, as Clayton proved when she muscled the stunned battler into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
From there she climbed up to the second rope and wrapped a loose Bear Hug around the Marvel’s waist. She squeezed for an instant, then stopped just as quick when her shoulders shuddered in protest. “That’s ok.” she grunted. “Don’t need to squeeze. Just need ta toss.” Bex did just that, falling rather than throwing as she slung Sydney a good three quarters of the way across the squared circle via an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex.
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuhBMnhir3s
The roar of crowd was enough to overwhelm the THAWHAM of Deschain smashing against the canvas, but Clayton barely heard either. Her shoulders just hurt so goddamned much. Cupping each in the opposite hand the Army of One Hot Chick let the ref’s count get to ‘SEVEN!’ before rolling onto her stomach to rise to one knee. Sydney’d made it to all fours by then, so Becky braced one hand against the mat and pushed off. The resultant bolt of pain would’ve made her scream aloud if she hadn’t already clenched her jaw in anticipation of just such a problem.
Infinitely aware that her two strongest weapons were effectively useless for the moment, Becky stomped over to the recovering Marvel and PWAAAKED a stiff kick into Syd’s chest while she was doubled over looking at the mat. Deschain groaned and rocked back on her heels without going down so Clayton shifted weight to her left heel and THWHACKED her right foot off Sydney’s jaw with a Big Boot that sent her reeling into the ropes. Becky realized a moment too late that a tumble through the strands meant she’d have to follow the brunette outside which meant she was quite pleased when Deschain bounced off the rubber-coated steel and staggered back the way she’d came.
Instinct kicked a split second before logic and Clayton leaned over and wrapped her right arm around the smaller woman’s waist. Trapping Syd’s calves just as quickly, Becky hoisted her up for a Sidewalk Slam, then got a huge pop from the FAWNatics when she spun her burden upside down and cinched both arms around her waist. “BFG 9000, BABY!” the Camouflage Crusher roared from her vantage point between the veteran’s splayed stems. Then she pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the crown of Sydney’s skull into the mat with a ring-rattling Tombstone Piledriver.
BFG 9000:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjBRpIiSTN0
Clayton let loose as soon as the head drop connected and it still didn’t stop pain from singing out in her shoulders. Even so, the landing had been infinitely worse for the Mangler, who laid flat on her back in a glassy eyed sprawl. Not wanting to use her arms if she didn’t have to, Bex knee-walked forward and set her buns on Sydney’s mug. Though no real embarrassment was intended, it didn’t stop the blonde from putting all her weight into the cover. From nearby the ref dove in and counted….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain grabbed an indelicate double handful of those encroaching buttocks and shoved Becky forward. Clayton put her hands out to stop the fall and cursed audibly as she shoulders once again paid the price of breaking the Lament Configuration. “Gawd, this going to SUCK in the morning.” Becky groaned as she pushed a sweat-soaked fall of hair off her face. “But it’ll be worth it to put the first blemish on this record.”
Nerves steeled against the pain to come, the wounded Destroyer plunged her hands into Syd’s hair and peeled the both of ‘em off the mat. The Marvel’s knees didn’t seem to wanna hinge properly, meaning Clayton’s arms did most of the carrying when she scooped Deschain up onto her right shoulder. Becky’s own knees did some buckling then, but she hadn’t come made it this far just to falter and she steadied out once she clamped around the brunette’s upper biceps. “SITUATION NORMAL!” Becky bellowed as she hoisted her prey into the evil looking forward-facing Crucifix.
‘ALL F*CKED OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’
Her call and response with the fans got interrupted when Sydney grabbed hold of the blonde’s shoulders and squeezed with all her might. Becky wailed and stumbled forward, allowing the veteran to land awkwardly on her feet. Deschain sent another vile squeeze through the shoulder claw, then spun Bex around and greeted her with a Toe Kick to the belly. Folded over and gasping, Clayton went to one knee when Sydney reeled her into a Standing Headscissors but she couldn’t stop her attacker from butterflying her arms so roughly she almost screamed again. Crouched low to get the most power from her aching frame, Sydney flipped Becky upside down and held her prone just long enough to make sure there was no mistake. The first set of flashbulbs had just died down when she sat out and THWONKED Becky’s skull with a Deschain Driver.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n98MptQm2WI
Becky rolled into a boneless starfish and Sydney turned with her, crawling into a loose Crossbody for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky lifted a shoulder. Not far, but enough for both Syd and the ref to see it.
Impressed, frustrated and incredulous in equal amounts, Deschain took several deep breaths as she contemplated her next move. The Configuration had been broken. The Knot and the Scream were out because they didn’t target the shoulders and that’s where Becky was weakest. That didn’t leave her many options, except… Deschain looked at the vulnerable blonde and sighed.
“Desperate times, desperate measures.” she huffed. Leaning back on her palms, she pushed up and moved into a very high seat on Becky’s chest. “Don’t count.” Syd told the ref without looking at him. Her attention at that moment was focused on Clayton’s hands, which she’d gripped at the wrist. Pulling those captured limbs up high, the Mangler folded Becky’s arms behind her head so that her left hand cupped her right ear and vice versa. “I’d designed this for Pandora.” Deschain explained while holding the blonde’s wrists in place. “But I think Emily’s advised her to stay away from me. So I’ll have to field test this on you, soldier.”
Sliding forward, Sydney forced Becky’s face against the center of her trunks and promptly crossed her legs so she was sitting Indian-style with Clayton’s ruined arms pinioned between her calves and the back of her own head. It was a remarkably simple hold, yet it got a loud cheer from the fans and an equally energetic, albeit muted, reaction from Becky, who kicked her legs wildly as the air dwindled to nothing.
“Give it up, Becky.” Sydney had her hands braced against the blonde’s hips to keep herself steady. “There’s no air and no trap door. This was meant for Pandy, remember?”
Oblivious or just defiant, Clayton set her feet and tried to bridge, but Sydney only flexed her legs tighter and the increased pressure on her arms and shoulders made the blonde shriek more precious oxygen against her foe’s undercarriage. Syd rolled her hips without thinking about it, then grabbed a huge hank of hair and gave it a rough shake. “It’s over, Becky! Tap out and you can breathe again!” She mashed the blonde’s nose to emphasize the point.
Red-faced and suffocating, Becky couldn’t tap with her hands and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna say anything with a mouthful of crotch. Her legs were still thrashing weakly and despite the growing haze in her brain she realized they might yet betray her. So she crossed her ankles tight and stretched her gams out as far as possible. She maintained this rigid, plank-like state for another fifteen seconds before sighing once and going limp beneath the Marvel.
Cautious of a trick, Syd tugged Becky’s hair with one hand and swatted her tummy with the other. Neither drew a reaction, so she glanced to the ref. “She’s out.”
He didn’t bother to make a three point check, one only needed to see the deep red of her forehead to know that Clayton wasn’t among the conscious at the moment.
Rising quickly, he threw a sign to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED and in a few seconds the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!” Sydney unknotted the Goddess Trap, clambered to her boot leather and raised an index finger to the rafters. Mildly irked by her inability to make the Army Brat quit, Deschain briefly entertained the idea of putting a boot on her foe’s chest. She dismissed this quickly, Bex had fought to the end and broken the Lament Configuration in the process, she deserved to sleep peacefully even if it was smother induced.
“Better luck next time, soldier.” Syd told her before setting off on a lap around the ring. The Marvel had just mounted the third corner when she saw a camera zooming in on her from the floor. Looking straight into the lens she told it, “Only six spots left, ladies. Step up if you think you can beat me. There’s no shame in losing, the shame lies in not trying.”
BECKY CLAYTON:
The speakers rip into Shinedown's ‘Heroes’, sending the Howling Commandos to their feet in the blink of an eye. Almost as quickly, Becky Clayton strides into view, the imposing robobabe blasting through the curtains to greet her fans with a jaunty two-fisted pose. This results in a cacophonous cheer, not just for the woman in question, but for her togs, which were among the best on the roster. For those of you who’ve been living under a rock for the last year or so, prepare yourself. Becky is decked out in a camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way up to the southern border of her cups. She finishes it off with matching forest green pads and boots and a few wraps of camouflage wrist tape.
(“HEROES”:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qi8q_t3le60 )<br>
Having rallied proper support from her troops, Clayton starts down to the squared circle. Though she is extremely eager to get tonight’s battle started, the Army of One Hot Chick still takes the time to slap hands on both sides of the aisle, as something told her she is going to need all the strength they could offer. Breaking into a jog once she has traversed the aisle, Clayton bounds up the steel steps and leaps over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky wheels to the hard camera and snaps off a crisp salute before backing into one of the far corners.
As Becky rallied her troops, the Announcer completed this latest set of combatants. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Woodsboro California, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the Technical Marvel, the Woodsboro Mangler, the brunette buzz saw… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!”
The sold out crowd turned to the stage as the booming gong of ‘Wherever I May Roam’ called the Technical Marvel through the curtain. Welcomed by a thunderous roar of support, Deschain raised a hand, brushed a thumb against the tip of her nose, then lifted an index finger to the rafters. This gestured was repeated by the hundreds, making a suitable backdrop when Deschain turned her attention to the camera that’d glided up beside her. “Brewster might’ve bloodied me, but in the end I put a stake right through her… heart.” She cast a look to the ring, then glanced back at the camera. “And now that the monster’s been dealt with, it’s time for the next stop on my tour.” Obviously ready for the battle ahead, Deschain started down the ramp amidst a near solid wall of sound.
SYDNEY DESCHAIN:
For her first PPV battle against WOLF‘s only World Champion, the brunette wore a black tankini with thin white trim and matte gray boots and pads. Difference between this month and last? Her top know sported a message: ’Tap Out Tour 2015’ in faded white script. Treating the most energetic of her fans to a swiped palm or a slight nod, Deschain made sure her attention was on Becky by the time she reached the foot of the aisle. Not that she expected duplicity from Clayton, but because she wanted to get a sense of the blonde’s state of mind heading into this match. From what she could tell Becky was feeling like a World Beater and that’s exactly what Deschain wanted. A woman who thought she was the best and wanted to prove it. This thought went through her head in the time it took her to climb up the steps and glide between the ropes.
Moving to the center of the squared circle, she offered a single nod to Becky, then raised her index finger one more time. “And Becky makes six.” she said just loud enough for the floor seat fans to pick up. Becky snorted but made no comment. Syd hadn’t expected her to, they could do all the talking they wanted just as soon as the ref checked her pads and boots.
Sydney left her corner in time with the CLANG of the bell, she absolutely did not want her mobility limited against a powerhouse like Clayton. Becky started forward shortly thereafter, the powerful blonde pleased to note that Deschain was coming straight at her rather than trying to approach from an angle. Hands raised and curled in a loose grappler’s crouch, Bex stopped a little ways shy of her opponent and smiled. “Tap Out Tour 2015, huh? I’m gonna feel bad bringing it to an abrupt end.”
Deschain smiled back. “Tour goes on one way or another, soldier. I’ll be just as satisfied to pin your shoulders or knock you cold.”
“You wanna pin these shoulders?”
Becky’s smile got wider as she rolled her shoulders and busted out a double bicep flex that got a loud ‘BOOOOOOM!’ from the FAWNatics.
“Those shoulders indeed.” Deschain answered dryly. “Not too fast though, think I’ll put ‘em through their paces first.”
Clayton laughed aloud, not a mean sound, but the obvious joy of a competitor who knows she was about to test and be tested. “Hope you brought extra ammo, Syd.” Becky extended a fist to the brunette. “Because I’m armed to the teeth.”
“I got plenty to spare.” Sydney bumped knuckles with her opponent, then backed off and sank into a crouch of her own. “Look alive, Clayton. The fire is friendly but it is very, very live.”
Already circling by the time her foe finished speaking, Becky didn’t bother with feints, lunges or other such gimmickry, she merely beckoned the brunette to her, then stormed into the breach when Deschain did the same. The speed of their lunge proved a stark contrast to the dead stop when Becky and Sydney met in a textbook Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Foreheads inches apart, the strain was obvious in the set of their shoulders, backs, thighs and glutes, but their was practically no movement until blonde and brunette disengaged with a mutual shove almost ten seconds later.
Reminding herself that she only had two inches and eight pounds on the Marvel, Becky circled a couple of times before calling Deschain forward again. No hesitation from Sydney, she ‘smecked’ against the former Tag Team Champion and might’ve pushed her back a half step before Clayton set her plant foot like a kickstand to end that nonsense. Interested to see if she could goad the veteran into an early mistake, Becky shook her foe and shoulder and bicep and asked, “That all you’ve got, Syd?”
Deschain didn’t reply with a shake of her own, but Bex felt her fingers hooking in a little deeper. “Plenty. But I don’t see any reason to use more than OOOOFFFFFFFHHH!”
Becky suddenly wrenched the shorter woman up onto her tiptoes, took a giant step back and slung her down into a THWUMPING tummy on mat collision. Syd bounced hard, landed on her knees and crossed both arms against her midsection while the crowd went ‘Ooooooooohhhhhh!’ “There’s reason number one.” Becky chided. “Here’s number two.” She buried her hands in Deschain’s hair and pulled her up--
”NNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
Sydney planted her right shoulder against the Camouflage Crusher’s tummy, wrapped both arms around her upper thighs and lifted *just* enough to THUNK Becky onto her back courtesy of a Double Leg Takedown. Cursing herself for not protecting against the maneuver, Clayton’s defenses went to DEFCON One the instant Syd straddled her legs and crawled forward Sitting up before the brunette could take her waist, Becky pounded a short Forearm Smash against Deschain’s chest, then rolled clear and popped to her feet when Syd tumbled out of the mount.
On her feet a split-second before the veteran, Becky closed in with her right arm raised to shoulder-level and brought it THWAPPING down across Sydney’s shoulders. Syd straightened up and turned around, or tried to at least. She’d only made it about halfway when Clayton grabbed a shoulder and spun her back the way she’d came. Wedging an arm through the Mangler’s thighs, Clayton cupped a big handful of backside and slung her other arm over Deschain’s right shoulder. Then Becky scooped Sydney up with no discernable effort and cursed under her breath because the other woman wriggled loose and landed on her six in near silence.
Aware that she’d have to strike hard and with pinpoint accuracy to slow down a War Engine like Rebecca Clayton, Sydney snagged a handful of waistband and jerked the big blonde into a SPANKING Forearm Smash across the lower back. Becky groaned and took a stuttering half step forward. A greedier sort would’ve tried for another Forearm blast and eaten a Back Elbow for her troubles, but Deschain was far too poised to repeat herself this early in the match. Instead she stuffed a shoulder between Becky’s shoulders and shoved her forward only to tug her into a sawed-off sorta Shoulderblock that landed below the nape of her opponent’s neck.
Syd let loose the instant her shoulder connected, the whipped her left arm around Becky’s throat. Drawing the powerhouse close, Deschain cupped her right hand to the back of Clayton’s skull and pressed forward to pinch her neck with a perfectly-executed Sleeper.
Far too professional to panic even when her oxygen was in short supply, Becky answered with elbow strikes from both sides, alas the brunette was smeared all over her back, making it all but impossible for her blows to connect with any real impact. Denied that route, she set her feet and set off for the ropes only to absorb a Kneelift to her lower back in response. “Make for the ropes if you want, soldier.” Sydney said. “Just know I’m gonna make your back hurt for every bit of your retreat.”
Simultaneously piqued and motivated by the ‘R-word’, Clayton forced herself back against the brunette’s chest and tummy, then twisted sharply in hopes of escaping the Sleeper to apply one of her own. In this she was merely half successful. The Army of One Hot Chick did indeed free herself from the Sleeper, but only because the Technical Marvel turned it into a grrrrrrrriiiiinding Side Headlock. Crushing Clayton’s temple against the point of her left hip, Syd jostled the hold up n’ down as she noted, “You’ve got five seconds before I take you to the mat, Becky. If you’re working on a plan, I’d suggest you try it noWWHOOAHHNOYADON’T!”
Clayton cinched her arms around the brunette’s waist, dipped her knees and yanked Deschain off the canvas by a good six inches. Sydney, who’d forgotten more about Suplexes than most other FAWN talents ever knew, popped her own hips quite forcefully and returned to the mat with that gnashing Headlock still sunk in. Working hard to control her breathing, Becky balled her right hand into a fist and pwak-pwak-PWAAAKED it home half a dozen times in perhaps three seconds.
With a trip to the mat looming most threateningly, the BFG pressed both hands to the small of Deschain’s back, took a giant step forward and shoved as hard as she could. Sydney’s Headlock didn’t actually pop open, as Clayton felt her cheeks abraded by the veteran’s forearm as it slid north, however it did get her free. And with enough leftover momentum to bounce Sydney into the nearest set of ropes. Electing pursuit over assuaging her situation, Becky loped after the Marvel and STUFFED a huge Shoulderblock into her sternum the very second Syd bounced off the strands.
Caught flush by the hammer-blow, Deschain went down flat with Clayton’s shadow cutting across her midsection like an All-American Sword of Damocles. Beaming down into her foe’s stunned features, Becky leaned in as close as she dared and swatted the shoulder that put the brunette on her back. “Get the message, Syd? Bring. More. Firepower!”
Eager to heat up her own ordinance, Clayton clamped an impromptu Iron Claw on Deschain’s forehead and used it to haul her to boot leather. From there she forced the Mangler backward into the ropes and crowded in close enough to keep Syd from getting away while she transitioned to a Wristlock. This was followed by another ‘just because’ shoulder to sternum, then Clayton stepped back, dropped a hip and tossed Deschain across the squared circle via an Irish Whip. Waiting just long enough to confirm the brunette wasn’t running her own op, Becky bounced into the strands on her six and raced out to meet the other woman shoulder-first.
THWUMP! Sydney went down hard and sat up fast, just not fast enough to keep the Army of One Hot Chick from righting her with another Wristlock. Clayton didn’t bother to move them to the ropes this time, she merely slung the stunned Marvel in a half circle and tossed her toward the ropes before charging in the opposite direction. Braced for another cringe-worthy impact, the FAWNatics ‘oooooohhhed’ in surprise when Deschain took to the skies in a gorgeous vertical leap and THWHACKED her heels into the blonde’s chin with a perfect Dropkick.
Hand to her mouth, Becky rolled to one side and shook off the worst of the ache. She was a half tic shy of getting to one knee when Syd grabbed her by the ears and dragged her into a Front Facelock. Soon as the blonde was up she was down again, Deschain laying out on her back to THWHUNK Clayton’s forehead to the thinly-sheathed plywood in a no-frills necessary DDT.
DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8ta5A-NNn4
Bex jolted but didn’t roll over, so Sydney caught her left arm in a Half Nelson and used it to shovel her onto her back. Securing a pin on Becky Clayton in under five minutes was a ludicrous idea, yet there was something to be said for making a powerhouse carry weight, which was why she slid across Clayton’s chest and hooked the far leg. Already close, Al Carpenter swooped in and counted…
ONE!
The BFG kicked out with authority, just as Syd expected she would. That was ok though, she also sat up and that’s what Deschain had wanted all along. Snuggled in tight against the blonde’s broad back, Sydney slipped her left arm around Clayton’s neck, braced the base of her skull with the other hand and clamped down on another early Sleeper.
Becky, who’d been in the middle of drawing a breath when Deschain pinched her windpipe, let out an irritated grunt. She knew damned well she was stronger than the Marvel, but Sydney was no lightweight and if she’d set herself to the task of putting Clayton to sleep, the blonde was gonna have to watch her neck. Forcing herself to stay calm and thus expend the minimum amount of air, Becky twisted into her attacker’s chest as best she could and pounded her left elbow into the pit of Deschain’s tummy twice in rapid succession. She loaded up for a third, but Syd pushed to one knee and slipped around behind the Destroyer to keep the Sleeper nice and tight.
Already feeling slightly swimmy from air deprivation, Becky struggled to one knee and turned again, but didn’t fire another elbow. Instead she slipped her left arm between the veteran’s thighs and hooked her around the left leg. The Mangler didn’t appreciate that very much at all, but she couldn’t do anything about it without relinquishing the Sleeper, so she bore down that much harder and wrenched Clayton’s noggin back n’ forth. Face flushed pink now, Becky forced herself to ignore the coil around her throat. With Deschain’s left leg firmly in her possession, the Camouflage Crusher did a bit more shifting, then grunted in triumph when she clambered to her feet. Almost immediately thereafter she ‘hupped’ Syd into her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry and wrapped an arm around the back of her head.
Doing so finally freed her of the Sleeper and she sucked in several deep breaths. The fresh air did wonders for her equilibrium, unfortunately it also gave Deschain time to realize what she had in mind, especially when Clayton started trying to cross her ankles one over the other in a squashed ‘X’.
Faced with the very real possibility of getting spiked with an Army of One, Deschain crooked her left arm into a stubby ‘V’ and pounded her elbow into the side of Becky’s head. And if that wasn’t enough, she jammed her right knee into Clayton’s left shoulder until the blonde was forced to let the Marvel slide down her back. Whirling around the instant Deschain left her clutches, Bex planted both hands against opposing chest and sent her reeling with a huge shove. Sydney caught her balance quickly enough but by then the blonde was already bearing down on her with a Clothesline locked and loaded. THWHACK! Becky’s bicep and forearm smashed against the shorter woman’s chest so hard it dropped Clayton to all fours and put Sydney on her back with both boots up around her ears in an undignified Matchbook.
CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgCcHiKmt3E
Pushing up on her haunches, Becky took note of Deschain’s predicament and grabbed hold of her ankles, thus keeping her shoulders down and ass up while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
Syd kicked free at ‘TWO!’ and Clayton didn’t mind at all, she wanted some quality time to avenge those Sleepers. “I get why you’re trying to make me take a nap.” Becky huffed as she dragged Sydney to a seat via a double handful of hair. “It’s because you know you don’t have enough firepower to make me tap. Good strategy, but I think you’re gonna have trouble making it work with sprained shoulders.” With that she curled her hands into claws and ‘shumped’ them down into the soft meat between Syd’s neck and her shoulders.
Grimacing in pain as the E-Tool dug deep, Deschain grabbed hold of her attacker’s wrists and tried to twist loose, but Becky only stretched her feet a little wider and puuuuuuusssssshed down, forcing the brunette to take all her weight.
“Wanna give, Syd?” Clayton chided after her thumbs did some serious gouging at the Marvel’s trapezium. “It is the Tap Out Tour, after all.”
Sydney waggled a finger for Clayton and Carpenter, it was too painful to shake her head ‘no’. Still gripping the blonde’s wrists, Deschain grunted, “Since when do you go for the easy way out, soldier? I expect better of NNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky actually lifted her foe about five inches off the canvas, then forced her back down, THWHUMPING Sydney’s tailbone with an impromptu Keister Bounce. “Easy? There’s nothing easy about breaking you down, babe.” Clayton explained. “I will do it though. Even if it means there’s nothing left next month.” She jerked Deschain up and THWHUMPED her buns again for emphasis.
“You let me worry about next month, Becky. Syd huffed. “You just worry about making it through tonight.”
The Camouflage Crusher slid down a little deeper, she was nearly in a half split now. “I’m doing just fine, girl. Not sure about your shoulders though. I think they’re gonna cramp up real bad here in the next NNNNGGHH!”
Sydney rolled onto her back to free herself from the blonde’s talons. More importantly, she snapped a kick up and back that caught Clayton flush between the eyes. Becky’s head snapped back and she almost plopped down on her butt, but the Destroyer caught her footing just as Deschain was scrambling to her knees. The Marvel launched herself at the Destroyer’s midsection and so Becky pivoted on her left heel, all the better to THWHUMP Syd’s head with the broad side of her thigh. Syd spun around, landed on all fours and pushed up only to find her aching arms pinned high overhead in a brawny Full Nelson. Forcing the technician’s chin into her own cleavage, Becky jerked her from a seat to tiptoes in one strong yank and followed up with several hard shakes for good measure.
“Ready to wave the white flag, Syd? Go ahead and just flutter your hands if you want to, I know there’s not much else you can GRRRGGGHHHH!”
Sydney planted a heel against the blonde’s knee and raaaaaaked all the way down her shin. Wasn’t enough to make Bex let loose, so she set again and “WHOOOAAANNNNNNGGGGH!”
Clayton dipped down and wrenched Deschain off her feet like it was nothing. Breaking her grip at the apex of Syd’s ascent, Becky spun to the right, put that hand against the brunette’s chest and pushed with all her might to THAWHAM the Marvel into the canvas with a brutal Full Nelson Slam. Deschain bounced and flopped over onto her belly only to find herself rolled right back over when Clayton sank to her knees. Hooking both legs in a neat little bundle, the blonde braced her back against Sydney’s chest and nodded along for the…
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AstIIuY6n6Q
ONE…
TWO…
Deschain bucked free and sat up, one hand going to the small of her back while the other rubbed the base of her neck. Becky allowed her a second or two to nurse those hurts, then she added to them with a cuffing Forearm Smash to the back of the head and snatched hold of a shoulder before she could roll away. “Gonna keep slammin’ you, Syd.” Clayton explained as she hauled the both of them to their feet. “Until you figure out how to stop me at least. After that I’ll hafta find a new way to punish yaNGH!”
Sydney stuffed an elbow into the blonde’s belly and followed up with two more. Each struck home well enough, but Becky took ‘em like a champ and THWHAPPED a big overhand Forearm Smash between the brunette’s shoulders to put an end to the resistance. Quick to switch over to a Wristlock, the Army of One Hot Chick took two giant steps back, dropped her hips and threw Deschain into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Becky followed a short distance behind, not running, but keeping close enough to deny Syd the time she needed to engineer a meaningful escape.
Stratagem worked like a charm as the Mangler bounced off the strands and almost directly into the waiting arms of Becky Clayton. Pivoted so her back was almost to the smaller woman, Becky doubled over and looped her right arm across Sydney’s midsection for what looked like a Sidewalk Slam. At first. Always willing to go the extra mile, Clayton swung Sydney up into a gut-first perch atop her right shoulder and twisted around in a smooth half circle. Cupping the back of Deschain’s neck even as she pushed onto her toes, Becky dove forward and down to FLATTEN her prey between her body and the canvas.
TILT-A-WHIRL POWER SLAM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=epwKST-T0iU
The Tilt-A-Whirl Power Slam hit just as hard as the Full Nelson Slam, which was why Becky wasted no time in stretching out in a heavy Crossbody. Al Carpenter glided into place beside them mere heartbeats later…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sydney wedged a hand under Becky’s chin and shoved hard enough to break loose with a half second to spare. “That’s a little too much ‘tude for a chick who’s getting her ass kicked.” Bex muttered under her breath. “Thought someone like you would’ve learned to respect superior firepower a long time ago.”
“I will when I meet some.” Syd’s mouth spat before her brain could explain the ramifications of that sorta sass.
Becky snorted, her lips turned up in a hard smile. “All right baby, you wanna feel the bunker busters? You got it.”
On her feet promptly, Clayton helped herself to the technician’s ankles and stuffed them under her armpits. Hands clasped just beneath her breasts, the blonde crouched, turned and-- Sydney tensed from head to toe, stopping the Boston Crab in its tracks. Becky grunted, sank a little deeper and tried again. Deschain froze her out for the second time. “Cut that shyt out, Syd.” Clayton demanded.
“Not until you make me, BeckNNGGGHH!” The Camouflage Crusher released one foot, bent down and SMACKED Sydney in the mouth. Hardly a fight winner, but the blow startled Deschain long enough for Becky to reclaim her grip and turn the brunette onto her tummy. Becky dropped down immediately thereafter, resting her tush against Sydney’s to get the most pressure and pain from the Crab.
BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHgdEpkjqIw
Groaning as the Destroyer tried to bend her in half, Sydney braced on her left arm and attacked with the right, jabbing the point of her elbow into Clayton’s haunches more than half a dozen times.
It might’ve worked if Becky had simply sat there and soaked it up, but the former Tag Champ knew how to break a girl down with this hold and she proceeded to slide her seat north until she was almost on Syd’s shoulders. “Don’t have the leg strength to flip me off, Sydney.” Becky explained as she continued to pour it on. “And now you don’t have the position to use your elbows. Can still use your hands though. Use ‘em any time you wanna start tapping.”
The Marvel ran a hand through her hair then waggled a finger at Al. Too focused on overriding the pain of the Crab to worry about a snappy retort, the veteran set her forearms against the mat and started crawling / sliding / inching her way across the mat. The going was intolerably slow and Becky never eased up on her legs even once, but thirty agonizing seconds put her within a handbreadth of the bottom ropes. One last lunge reached the lifeline and finally allowed Sydney the freedom to open her mouth again. “Break the hold, Clayton.”
Becky did so without any prodding from the referee, not that this was any show of compassion or weakness on her part. Truth was, a quick break almost guaranteed the aggressor could land a short or two without any official complaint and that’s just what Becky got, in the form or two Stomps and quick Standing Splash, all delivered to the brunette’s lower back. Nodding assent when Carpenter told her to get it out of the ropes, Clayton gripped Deschain by the nape of the neck and dragged her to the center of the ring with minimal fanfare.
“I was always sorry I never got to defend the WOLF title against you, Syd.” Becky admitted after she’d wrapped one strong hand around the Mangler’s throat. “I think those fans would’ve appreciated knowing that I really was better than you.”
Any response from Deschain was cut off when the blonde wedged her free hand into her opponent’s crotch and hoisted her into the rafters in a gorgeous Military Press. Arms fully extended, Becky walked a short circle around the ring, a not so subtle reminder from one of, if not the very, strongest women in FAWN. Once the point had been made, she reset in the center, pushed onto her toes and ’hupped’ Sydney up even as she turned a quarter circle. Deschain should’ve landed across her shoulder like a sack of potatoes but no one had told the Mangler that because she adjusted in mid-air to land directly behind the big blonde.
Catching Becky in a Half Nelson / Waistlock combo almost as soon as she hit the ground, Sydney went low, popped her hips and tossed the Camouflage Crusher ass over teakettle, Becky THWUNKING down full force on the back of her head and shoulders.
HALF NELSON SUPLEX @ 00:09
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nx2KLCwugAs
Clayton tumbled onto her side, moaned and rolled to all fours, the powerhouse quick to recover even after a brain-rattler like that Suplex. She’d just reared back on her knees when Deschain charged, raised her right knee and THWHONKED it against opposing temple. Bex spun in a circle and landed flat, one hand going to the side of her head while the other sprawled palm up.
RUNNING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oxI-tpT3h8
Directly above, Sydney surveyed the situation for a moment, then kicked her left leg forward and sat out to THWHUMP a quick Leg Drop across the blonde’s throat. Becky coughed hard, rolled to one side and grunted a curse when Sydney dragged her to a seat with a handful of hair.
“You’re stronger than me, soldier. I won’t argue that.” Resting on her knees behind the blonde, Sydney leaned forward, coiled her left arm around Clayton’s chin and pulled her head back under her armpit. “But better? I’ll reserve judgment until one of us taps out.” Syd worked her right arm beneath Becky’s torso, locked her hands and leaaaaaaaaaaaned back, putting quite a great deal of torque on the Army Brat’s neck and spine with her Dragon Sleeper.
DRAGON SLEEPER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h8IXvvlpPQ
With her right arm trapped in the loop of Deschain’s arms, Becky’s escape options were far more limited than she would’ve liked. After waving a negating finger in the direction of the ref’s query of surrender, she grabbed hold of the Marvel’s constricting bicep and tried shoving it up over her head. Sydney let her try for a few seconds before drawing the trap even tighter and leaaaaaaaaaaaning back. It wasn’t the Whispering Scream, not that you would’ve known it from the raucous ‘TAP!’ and ‘PLEASE DON’T TAP!’ chants bandied between the FAWNatics. Clayton didn’t tap, but she couldn’t find a way out either and she could feel panic nibbling away at her nerves with steel teeth. Tossing finesse out the window, she flattened her left hand into a paddle and SWATTED at Syd’s left shoulder until she figured the lay of the land. Then she moved north and CLAPPED a shot against Deschain’s skull.
Sydney had anticipated such a response and she turned away to take it on the back of her head rather than the ear. Wasn’t pleasant though and she discouraged Becky from another attempt by wrenching up on her neck. “You want out, Becky?” she asked. “Stop slapping me and start slapping the maERRRGGGHHH! Hair! Get her off my hair, ref!”
“C’mon now Bex, leggo of her hair. You know better than that.” the ref tapped the back of Clayton’s offending hand and darned if she didn’t let go without complaint.
The reason for that laid in the fact that she’d secured a much more legal grip across the back of the Marvel’s skull. Tugging Deschain’s head forward and down, Becky started shifting back n’ forth, back n’ forth until finally she hoisted her left knee off the canvas. The increased leverage and her grip on the brunette’s noggin meant it wasn’t long until both women were back on their feet, unfortunately for Becky she was still very much mired in the Dragon Sleeper. “Let me go, Syd!” Becky abandoned her hold on Sydney’s head to resume the earlier smacking barrage. “I’ll box your ears if you don’t AAAAAGGGGHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
The Mangler pushed onto her toes and Clayton’s free hand hung almost motionless, seemingly trying to decide if its owner had had enough. Then Becky regained control and she clamped down on Deschain’s shoulder in an Iron Claw. “I WON’T GIVE, SYD!”
Sydney grimaced, be it in pain from the claw or frustration with the big blonde, no one knew. Grinding her hands between the trapped battler’s shoulders, Deschain bounced her a few times and muttered, “You’re gonna wish you had.” She dropped her hips which alleviated the pressure on Clayton’s neck a great deal, but any pleasure the Camouflage Crusher might’ve taken from this development vanished when the brunette popped her hips and hoisted Becky to high noon. Now, the FAWNatics had seen countless Stalling Vertical Suplexes during their time at the FAWN Arena, but no one could recall seeing someone hold a foe at high noon from the Inverted lift, which was what Deschain did just as soon as her right hand snatched a hank of Becky’s waistband. More than a little impressed herself, Sydney worked hard to keep the taller woman from swaying, though lord knows Becky didn’t make it easy for her. The crowd’s count was up to lucky number ‘SEVEN!’ when she kicked a leg forward and laid out on her back.
INVERTED SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMBIpg7dvBI
Becky THWUMPED down on her chest and belly, then bounced to her knees with both arms cinched tight across her ribs. The Army of One Hot Chick had only begun mustering her reserves when Sydney swooped in and looped her left arm around opposing neck. Palming her right bicep for extra leverage, Deschain molded that hand to the blonde’s forehead and hauled her into another breath-sapping Sleeper.
Syd got the classic pinwheel arms this time, Becky too discombobulated for anything other that woozy flailing. The Mangler mulled putting her prey to sleep then and there but her pride was still smarting from the way Clayton had womanhandled her earlier and she wanted to balance that ledger. And so she dipped her knees again, a simple motion that had the fans gasping with anticipation until “OOOOOHH!’ Sydney bridged back and turned Becky inside out courtesy of a Sleeper Suplex that left the powerhouse in a moaning, facedown sprawl.
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
Sydney crawled over shortly thereafter and made like she was going to turn the blonde onto her back. But she must’ve thought better of it because she cupped her hands to Clayton’s ears and lifted her to all fours instead. “You’re out of ammo, soldier. That means this skirmish is over.” Becky only groaned, so the Marvel stood up and quickly swung her right leg over Becky’s left shoulder so she could wedge blonde bicep in the ‘V’ that was the pit of her knee. Once one arm was trapped, Deschain claimed right wrist and stretched her arm at an unpleasant angle that allowed her to mirror what she’d done to Becky’s left arm. With those powerful arms all but neutralized, Sydney dropped to her butt which pulled Clayton into a seat, albeit one that featured her arms pinioned out behind in a painfully wide ’Y’. Stopping long enough to take a few deep breaths, Deschain said, “Ceasefire’s ready whenever you are, Bex.” She leaned forward, laced her hands around the base of her prey’s neck and jerked forward while simultaneously puuuuuuuuushing out with her legs.
LAMENT CONFIGURATION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWeAXvBm3b4
“AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!” Becky closed her eyes and shrieked to wake the dead as the Lament Configuration did gawdawful things to her shoulders and neck.
Mightly wary of anything that could make Becky freakin’ Clayton squall like a rabbit in a snare, the ref dropped down next to her and demanded, “You wanna give it up, Becky? What do you say, girl? Do I need to stop the match?”
“NO!” Becky shook her head as best she could. “Don’t even think about it, I can do AAAAAHHH DAMMIT SYD!”
Sydney tightened the Lament Configuration to an ungodly degree and Becky had to ball her hands into fists to keep from tapping out. “Don’t be stupid, Clayton.” Deschain huffed. “You can’t make the ropes. You can’t power out. The only thing you can do is tap or HEY! What the fuCHHNNNNGGHH!”
Bellowing like something that’d escaped from one of Dante’s Inner Circles, Bex sat up and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked her arms forward despite the not inconsiderable handicap of Sydney’s fight-winning legs.
Genuinely stunned by the approach of Clayton’s hands, Deschain sent a murderous jolt through her gams. It got another yowl from the Camouflage Crusher and it stopped her progress… for a second. Then Becky stormed through the breach and locked her hands behind the brunette’s neck. Breathing hard, the blonde smiled and whispered one word. “Gotcha.” With that she rolled to one knee and rose to boot leather while STILL TRAPPED IN THE FREAKIN’ LAMENT CONFIGURATION!
Give the Mangler her due, she kept right on working the hold even as Clayton clambered toward the corner. Her efforts made the former Tag Champ stumble on more than one occasion, but Becky’s legs were sturdy as ever and near the end she forced herself into a shambling run. BWUUUNG! Syd’s back hit the buckles hard enough to loosen the knot that’d almost broken Becky’s will. Almost broken was worlds different from actually broken, as Clayton proved when she muscled the stunned battler into a seat on the top turnbuckle.
From there she climbed up to the second rope and wrapped a loose Bear Hug around the Marvel’s waist. She squeezed for an instant, then stopped just as quick when her shoulders shuddered in protest. “That’s ok.” she grunted. “Don’t need to squeeze. Just need ta toss.” Bex did just that, falling rather than throwing as she slung Sydney a good three quarters of the way across the squared circle via an Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex.
AVALANCHE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HuhBMnhir3s
The roar of crowd was enough to overwhelm the THAWHAM of Deschain smashing against the canvas, but Clayton barely heard either. Her shoulders just hurt so goddamned much. Cupping each in the opposite hand the Army of One Hot Chick let the ref’s count get to ‘SEVEN!’ before rolling onto her stomach to rise to one knee. Sydney’d made it to all fours by then, so Becky braced one hand against the mat and pushed off. The resultant bolt of pain would’ve made her scream aloud if she hadn’t already clenched her jaw in anticipation of just such a problem.
Infinitely aware that her two strongest weapons were effectively useless for the moment, Becky stomped over to the recovering Marvel and PWAAAKED a stiff kick into Syd’s chest while she was doubled over looking at the mat. Deschain groaned and rocked back on her heels without going down so Clayton shifted weight to her left heel and THWHACKED her right foot off Sydney’s jaw with a Big Boot that sent her reeling into the ropes. Becky realized a moment too late that a tumble through the strands meant she’d have to follow the brunette outside which meant she was quite pleased when Deschain bounced off the rubber-coated steel and staggered back the way she’d came.
Instinct kicked a split second before logic and Clayton leaned over and wrapped her right arm around the smaller woman’s waist. Trapping Syd’s calves just as quickly, Becky hoisted her up for a Sidewalk Slam, then got a huge pop from the FAWNatics when she spun her burden upside down and cinched both arms around her waist. “BFG 9000, BABY!” the Camouflage Crusher roared from her vantage point between the veteran’s splayed stems. Then she pushed onto her tiptoes and dropped to her knees to THWHUNK the crown of Sydney’s skull into the mat with a ring-rattling Tombstone Piledriver.
BFG 9000:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjBRpIiSTN0
Clayton let loose as soon as the head drop connected and it still didn’t stop pain from singing out in her shoulders. Even so, the landing had been infinitely worse for the Mangler, who laid flat on her back in a glassy eyed sprawl. Not wanting to use her arms if she didn’t have to, Bex knee-walked forward and set her buns on Sydney’s mug. Though no real embarrassment was intended, it didn’t stop the blonde from putting all her weight into the cover. From nearby the ref dove in and counted….
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Deschain grabbed an indelicate double handful of those encroaching buttocks and shoved Becky forward. Clayton put her hands out to stop the fall and cursed audibly as she shoulders once again paid the price of breaking the Lament Configuration. “Gawd, this going to SUCK in the morning.” Becky groaned as she pushed a sweat-soaked fall of hair off her face. “But it’ll be worth it to put the first blemish on this record.”
Nerves steeled against the pain to come, the wounded Destroyer plunged her hands into Syd’s hair and peeled the both of ‘em off the mat. The Marvel’s knees didn’t seem to wanna hinge properly, meaning Clayton’s arms did most of the carrying when she scooped Deschain up onto her right shoulder. Becky’s own knees did some buckling then, but she hadn’t come made it this far just to falter and she steadied out once she clamped around the brunette’s upper biceps. “SITUATION NORMAL!” Becky bellowed as she hoisted her prey into the evil looking forward-facing Crucifix.
‘ALL F*CKED OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!’
Her call and response with the fans got interrupted when Sydney grabbed hold of the blonde’s shoulders and squeezed with all her might. Becky wailed and stumbled forward, allowing the veteran to land awkwardly on her feet. Deschain sent another vile squeeze through the shoulder claw, then spun Bex around and greeted her with a Toe Kick to the belly. Folded over and gasping, Clayton went to one knee when Sydney reeled her into a Standing Headscissors but she couldn’t stop her attacker from butterflying her arms so roughly she almost screamed again. Crouched low to get the most power from her aching frame, Sydney flipped Becky upside down and held her prone just long enough to make sure there was no mistake. The first set of flashbulbs had just died down when she sat out and THWONKED Becky’s skull with a Deschain Driver.
DESCHAIN DRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n98MptQm2WI
Becky rolled into a boneless starfish and Sydney turned with her, crawling into a loose Crossbody for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky lifted a shoulder. Not far, but enough for both Syd and the ref to see it.
Impressed, frustrated and incredulous in equal amounts, Deschain took several deep breaths as she contemplated her next move. The Configuration had been broken. The Knot and the Scream were out because they didn’t target the shoulders and that’s where Becky was weakest. That didn’t leave her many options, except… Deschain looked at the vulnerable blonde and sighed.
“Desperate times, desperate measures.” she huffed. Leaning back on her palms, she pushed up and moved into a very high seat on Becky’s chest. “Don’t count.” Syd told the ref without looking at him. Her attention at that moment was focused on Clayton’s hands, which she’d gripped at the wrist. Pulling those captured limbs up high, the Mangler folded Becky’s arms behind her head so that her left hand cupped her right ear and vice versa. “I’d designed this for Pandora.” Deschain explained while holding the blonde’s wrists in place. “But I think Emily’s advised her to stay away from me. So I’ll have to field test this on you, soldier.”
Sliding forward, Sydney forced Becky’s face against the center of her trunks and promptly crossed her legs so she was sitting Indian-style with Clayton’s ruined arms pinioned between her calves and the back of her own head. It was a remarkably simple hold, yet it got a loud cheer from the fans and an equally energetic, albeit muted, reaction from Becky, who kicked her legs wildly as the air dwindled to nothing.
“Give it up, Becky.” Sydney had her hands braced against the blonde’s hips to keep herself steady. “There’s no air and no trap door. This was meant for Pandy, remember?”
Oblivious or just defiant, Clayton set her feet and tried to bridge, but Sydney only flexed her legs tighter and the increased pressure on her arms and shoulders made the blonde shriek more precious oxygen against her foe’s undercarriage. Syd rolled her hips without thinking about it, then grabbed a huge hank of hair and gave it a rough shake. “It’s over, Becky! Tap out and you can breathe again!” She mashed the blonde’s nose to emphasize the point.
Red-faced and suffocating, Becky couldn’t tap with her hands and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna say anything with a mouthful of crotch. Her legs were still thrashing weakly and despite the growing haze in her brain she realized they might yet betray her. So she crossed her ankles tight and stretched her gams out as far as possible. She maintained this rigid, plank-like state for another fifteen seconds before sighing once and going limp beneath the Marvel.
Cautious of a trick, Syd tugged Becky’s hair with one hand and swatted her tummy with the other. Neither drew a reaction, so she glanced to the ref. “She’s out.”
He didn’t bother to make a three point check, one only needed to see the deep red of her forehead to know that Clayton wasn’t among the conscious at the moment.
Rising quickly, he threw a sign to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED and in a few seconds the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via knockout… SYDNEY DESCHAIN!” Sydney unknotted the Goddess Trap, clambered to her boot leather and raised an index finger to the rafters. Mildly irked by her inability to make the Army Brat quit, Deschain briefly entertained the idea of putting a boot on her foe’s chest. She dismissed this quickly, Bex had fought to the end and broken the Lament Configuration in the process, she deserved to sleep peacefully even if it was smother induced.
“Better luck next time, soldier.” Syd told her before setting off on a lap around the ring. The Marvel had just mounted the third corner when she saw a camera zooming in on her from the floor. Looking straight into the lens she told it, “Only six spots left, ladies. Step up if you think you can beat me. There’s no shame in losing, the shame lies in not trying.”