Post by bigfan on Feb 5, 2017 18:21:05 GMT
The lights in the arena start to dim and the crowd goes wild, looking to the rafters expecting Crimson Dawn.
Instead, in the rafters stands Crimson's self proclaimed side kick and tag partner, Azul Aurora.
AZUL AURORA:
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I am Azul Aurora! I am the side kick to Crimson Dawn, and I am here to wipe that ring clean of Villainy!" the crowd popping at the cockiness of the side kick as she nods to the crowd. She's then lowered to the ring by a cable, and steps gracefully onto the center of the ring, unhooking the carabiner from her belt.
Aurora wears a black leotard with a blue sun symbol over her chest, blue boots, gloves and mask, and a blue cape. She climbs to the top rope and stikes a heroic pose before performing a backflip and standing in the center of the ring then backing to her corner to await her opponent.
The arena lights flicker before going black. Instead of coming back up, the arena if flooded with black light, making everyone glow like they're rave ready. Smoke pours down the entrance ramp as clangy music and the sound of gears floods the speakers.
“ARE WE HAVING FUN YET” BY DOCTOR STEEL
FAWNatics crane their heads and trade confused looks as the announcer comes over the loudspeaker. “Azul Aurora's opponent this evening… standing at five feet, six inches and one hundred thirty six pounds… hailng from the scenic Circus Maximus Casino in Las Vegas, home of the all-you-can-eat lutefisk buffet… and accompanied by Circus Maximus rep Soléne Loree… ROULETTE!”
ROULETTE:
SOLÉNE LOREE:
Two tall figures lurch from the entrance drapes: one is a tall, lanky black woman covered in clown make-up, purple and pink highlights, and a one-piece with all the trappings of gambling sports. Dice design cups for her breasts, a slot machine motif for her midriff, and a roulette table skirt make up the ensamble. Her bright red boots with green trim seem more clownish than casino. The clown Roulette feeds off of the cringing reactions of FAWNatics as she sways down the aisle, moving in a jerky fashion like a marionette with some of its strings cut. Her hungry eyes search the fans, who pull back nervously. It's mostly a silent greeting.
But accompanying her is a curvy-in-all-the-best-places, pale woman with long, flowing brown hair and a tight pink dress. Soléne's demeanor is the polar opposite of Roulette's. She waves to the fans, smiling big and shimmying. When she sees particularly upset fans gawking at her charge, she rushes over (as best as her five inch pink heels allow) to assure them, “No, really, she's not that scary. I promise you she's nice.” Aside from winning some lecherous looks, Soléne doesn't seem to convince many.
As the two women move towards the ring, the announcer picks up again. “This match is part of the Rookie of the Year Tournament. The winner will move on to the next round.” The reminder of this sparks the fans back to attention, who chant for Azul to rally against the heavier, taller clown.
Soléne trots ahead of Roulette, scaling the skirt and holding cables open for the malicious jester to crawl into the ring. Following her afterwards, Soléne noticeably gets between Azul and Roulette and beams a nervous smile. She motions to a ring attendant for the mic. It's tossed to her and she catches it effortlessly. The brunette raises the mic to her lips.
“Good evening, FAWNation!” Soléne yells into the mic, obviously pumped. “Are you all ready to see two AMAZING athletes show you a hell of a great match!” The FAWNatics cheer at the clown's manager, who is really good at raising the fans' energy. “My name is Soléne Loree and I'm manager for sport promotion at the lovely Circus Maximus Casino in LAS VEGAS!” She holds aloft the mic and gets a surprising pop from fans. “That's right, we host a lot of big events and we even have our own women's wrestling fed which, if I may say so, is pretty damn entertaining – but hot damn, this is FAWN! This is the BIG TIME!” Again, the fans erupt as Loree holds out the mic.
Before she can retract it, one fan pops out, “Hey! You used to wrestle in indies! You were good!”
Soléne purses her lips and blushes. “Aw, thank you! I'm not ashamed of my time in the squared circle and I still keep fit just in case.” Loree flexes an impresses bicep and attendees applaud and wolf whistle. “But I'm not the attraction here! I present to you Circus Maximus's reigning champion, a woman who will work hard in this ring or three rings – ROULETTE!” There's applause, but it's mostly for Soléne's mic work. Roulette turns and clutches the cables, glowering at the fans. Soléne swallows. “And let's not forget Azul Aurora, ladies and gentlemen! She and her partner-in-justice have really been lighting this place on fire, am I right?!” Again, a pop. Soléne turns to the smaller woman, placing a hand on her heart. “Azul, you and Crimson are the heroes this fed needs. Give it up for these ladies, everyone!” The fans rise to their feet and cheer.
Soléne turns to Roulette and smiles. “Anything you'd like to add?” She puts the mic to Roulette's lips but, deftly and without anyone noticing it, flips the mic to “off” so as not to take in sound.
“I'm going to rip her arms off like a fly's wings and beats her to death with them, then I'm gonna turn her crotch into a clown car and see how much I can shove up there.”
Soléne pulls the mic back to her lips, flipping it back to on. “You're right, Roulette! This is going to be the start of two solo FAWN careers that are destined to become legendary!” Soléne raises an arm. “Great match, everyone!” She slides from the ring as the bell sounds. Roulette cautiously circles Azul, giggling to herself while raising her hands for a test of strength.
Aurora's eyes narrow at Solene as she's clearly in on Roulette's ruse. "You're not fooling anyone" she hisses out before circling with the casino clown. Her hands up, watching carefully. The smaller, 5'4, 115 lbs sidekick doesn't dare try to go strength for strength, yet anyway. Lunging in as though she's going for a collar and elbow lock up, instead the blue one dodges to the right, moving quickly to the opposite side of the ring. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, both hands still up, showing cautiousness, Aurora tries to use her speed to wear Roulette down.
Outside the ring, Soléne claps. “Good job, you two! Build that suspense!” But inside the ring, Roulette just giggles more and more.
“That's right, Sunset. Keep ducking me. It's the best you can do 'til the real wrestler comes to save you.” Roulette lunges with a swipe, barely missing grabbing Azul by the waist. “What's it like to be in the shadow of Dawn? It sounds almost poet, like your worthlessness is practically art.”
Roulette fakes a grab but instead swings a foot out, attempting to sweep the sidekick.
Aurora grits her teeth. Trying to remember Dawn's training to not let her opponent into her head. She again tries to dodge to the right to avoid a grab but "UNGH!" her right leg buckles as the clown woman goes for a leg sweep. Hitting the ground she tries to move quickly rolling with the fall, hoping to almost cartwheel back up to her feet before the larger Roulette can get to her!
Aurora begins to cartwheel but only gets as far as a handstand before Roulette snags her up in a bearhug. The clown constricts her arms around the lightweight's torso, squeezing her for all she's worth and trying to get out as much Azul Juice as possible, while also jerking her around like a ragdoll. The fans boo, but Soléne claps harder, speaking with forced excitement. “Great counter, Roulette! Way to get in there!”
The clown knees Azul in the face a few times, peppering in moving her around to make the struggling sidekick's face dip into the clown's crotch. Roulette walks Aurora to the corner and swings the upside-down maiden so her head slams against the ringpost between turnbuckles.
“Bad start, pipsqueak,” Roulette chuckles. “Don't worry. I'm sure your mommy will kiss it better and assure you that one day you'll be a big girl.” Before Azul can protest, Roulette heaves her and throws herself back, attempting a clumsy suplex on the Azul.
Azul Aurora is already off to a bad start in her first solo match. Groaning, dazed and seeing stars from the kicks and the way her opponent squeezed the air out of her when "UNGH!" she lands hard on the canvas behind Roulette in a rough, sloppy suplex. Groaning, shaking her head out, trying to push up to all fours.
Part of being a clown is tumbling. Roulette isn't a high flyer by any stretch of the imagination, but she knows how to do prat falls and tumbles. The Clown turns her back to Azul and flips backwards, catching herself in a handstand. Some of the FAWNatics, despite themselves, do clap at this but their joy comes to a halt when Roulette falls down, bringing her knees straight into Azul's back. The sidekick flattens as the clown pulls herself up to a seating position.
“Ta da!” Roulette belts as she throws her hands up. She cups a hand under Azul's chin with one hand and grabs one of the smaller woman's feet by the ankle with the other. “Circus work is easy. You just gotta be flexible. Let me show you.” Roulette begins to pull Aurora's head back as far as she can while also pulling her right foot back, trying to touch the bottom of her boot to her crown.
The smaller woman groans as she's stretched out. Her hands coming up to her opponent's hand on her chin when "UNGH! UNGH!" Roulette begins slapping the sole of the smaller superheroine's heavy boot against her head. More dazed than before her hands slip from her opponents'.
Seeing stars she groans out. Reaching out towards the ropes which are out of her reach. In vain, trying to stretch her arm out to get some sort of relief.
Any other opponent might have seen this attempt for salvation and put an end to it but Roulette is enjoying making Azul tapdance on her own scalp too much to notice until the ref snaps in. “Ropes, Roulette! Break the hold!”
The clown looks up, horrified at the mere idea she'd do such a thing. She looks to Azul's fingers, barely touching the cable, then back to the ref – all the while pulling higher on the smaller woman's neck until it's practically a choke. The ref noticed.
“She's on the ropes AND you're choking her! Break the hold!” he booms. Roulette begins to fume and is ready to snap back when her voice of reason from outside the ring calls to her.
“Roulette, you will get disqualified,” Soléne warns, slapping the mat. “How do you think the Circus Maximus Board of Executives will feel about that?” The, “It's too early for you to be failing people without repercussions” part of that speech was silent but implied. Roulette lets go, but is obviously infuriated.
The clown rises, kicking Azul in the side as she goes. She reaches down for a handful of hair. “You want ropes, baby girl? Mama will introduce you to the ropes in a personal way.”
Azul breathes a sigh of relief as she's flopped to the canvas. Letting out a little grunt from the kick before she feels her hair tugged on. Groggy but not willing to give up,yet, the Azul Aurora turns her body and grabs a hold of Roulette's wrist tightly. Pulling herself up, she tries to send her right boot for the clown's outer thigh.
The boot claims its mark, causing Roulette to pause. That… that hurt a little. Roulette makes another grab for the young woman but is met with a boot to the gut. The clown folds over and Azul greets her newly lowered jawline with roundhouse kick. Roulette spills to the side, catching herself with a hand but still splayed out. Shaking cowbwebs, Roulette tries for another legsweep, hoping lightning strikes twice.
This time Aurora sees the kick coming, jumping to the right and landing on the bottom rope. Holding the top rope she bounces herself off, aiming both boots for Roulette's jaw as the crowd goes wild at the aerial display. Rolling to all fours after the kick she gives a little grin to Soléne to send a message to her opponent's manager.
But, for her part, Soléne is impressed and claps. “Impressive! This has all been impressive! Y'know, if you want to go to Vegas let me know! I can get you top billing on our cards at Circus Maximus!” Aurora looks confused. That wasn't the response she expected.
Seeing the clown getting up, Azul rushes at her and leaps, scissoring around her neck and pulling back for a Frankensteiner. It doesn't happen, though, as Roulette catches herself and lifts Azul back up while straightening her back.
“Gonna have to do better than that, little girl,” Roulette chortles as she preps to powerbomb the heroine. But as the jester moves to plant her, Azul twists her body and managers to turn the powerbomb on her foe, flipping Roulette to the mat. The FAWNatics lose their minds.
And Roulette loses her patience. The Vegas fighter balls up a fist to slug into Aurora's gut as she apporaches.
The sidekick is getting cocky as she gets back to her feet. A fist in the air. She starts rushing towards the clown woman when "OOOOOOOOOF!" the wind rushes out of her body. The impact lifts the smaller woman off of her feet and drops her to her knees, gasping for air. The crowd goes almost silent in concern as Aurora coughs on the canvas, holding her abs.
Roulette gets to her feet and sneers. She grabs both of Azul's wrists and pulls her arms up. Placing her right boot on the back of the sidekick's head, Roulette begins stomping her face into the mat but cranking her arms back up to raise her for the next stomp. Over and over and over and over. Eight good hard stomps, each accompanied by a comical squeak from the wrestler's boots, before releasing and letting Azul crumple to the mat.
“That… that was a very… technically legal move!” Soléne says in fake enthusiams. “Good… job!”
Aurora writhes, trying to push herself up. Roulette helps her by scooping her up but then planting her back on the mat in a bodyslam, splaying her out spread eagle. “You look sleepy, little girl,” the clown says. “Auntie Roulette knows just how to wake you up.” Roulette squats over Azul's body, planting her crotch over the smaller woman's face. Azul gets a good look at the barely there thong under her one-pieces skirt – pink and adorned with yellow smiley faces – as it grinds into her nose.
Roulette cracks her knuckles. “Wakey, wakey! Bruises and achy!” She raises her fists, prepping to rain down a series of blows to Azul's stretched-out torso.
Aurora groans and starts to reach to push Roulette's ass from her face when "OOOOOOF!" the first punch impacts. Her hands falling to the canvas her legs flopping in pain. "OOOOOF!" another punch, her air blowing from her lungs and against Roulette's sexy body. Each punch flopping her body more and more. She groans, weakened, trapped beneath the evil clown woman
Roulette reaches down and grabs the sidekick's legs for a pin. The official drops to count.
ONE!
T--
Aurora bucks, shoving the clown from atop her. Roulette, undeterred, smiles down. “Those counts are only going to get longer, little girl.” The jester rolls Azul over onto her belly and grabs her right leg, yanking it back for a one-legged Boston crab. She cranks the stem back, clawing at the smaller woman's thigh. The official checks for submission but, determined not to let a villain triumph, Azul shakes her head no.
“Hey, what are your feelings on adoption?” Roulette asks suddenly. But Aurora and the official are stunned.
“What?!” Azul asks between winces of pain.
“Like, if something happened and your lady bits were damaged so badly you couldn't safely birth a baby, would you consider adopting?”
“This is a wrestling match!” Soléne calls to her charge, forcing a smile. “Not really the time for hypotheticals!”
Roulette raises a fist above Aurora's crotch. “Oh, it's about to get a whole hell of a lot less hypothetical!” The clown drives the fist down.
Aurora screams out in pain as the low blow hits! Her body shakes and bucks. Shaking her head. Groaning, twitching in pain. Her leg pulled back into a crab. she digs her gloved fingers into the canvas, trying to pull herself away, out from under opponent, groaning in pain.
Another thwak and Aurora's eyes bulge. The referee bellows a warning at Roulette about low blows but she acts as though it's an invitation for another, this time open-palm twat-swatting her captive. Soléne moves around the ring, facing a struggling Aurora but yelling to her wrestler. “Roulette! Don't get disqualified! Our employers would be very displeased.”
The clown sneers back at her manager before stroking the heroine's crotch. “Goodness, but you're a tight little thing. And you know what they say about clowns and tight spaces.” Roulette glances back at Aurora, who's trying to pull herself to the ropes. “You'd be amazed at how much we can stuff in 'em. Maybe I'll show you after you submit.” Aurora pulls herself closer to cables, her fingers searching for them, when the clown clamps a crotch claw on.
Aurora shrieks, slamming her face and fists to the mat. The referee begins a count. Soléne looks around. All the fans and cameras are on Roulette. She really, really shouldn't. It's a bad idea. It sets a bad precident.
The indie vet sighs and reaches in the ring.
The referee, at the count of three for Roulette to break the hold, looks back at Aurora. His face perks up. “Ropes, Roulette!” The wrestler is confused at first, until she looks back and sees a single finger on the bottom cable. Aurora looks up, and even she seems confused as to how she grabbed it.
Roulette releases her hold, letting the leg flop down, and turns. Seeing Soléne, she snaps. “It's your job to keep her off the ropes!”
“No, that's your job!” Soléne reminds her charge. “I'm not in the match.”
The hateful harlequin stomps over and reaches for a handful of Aurora's hair. “We'll discuss it later. I need to take out some annoyance.
Aurora groans on the canvas. In pain from the clown's vicious attacks on her. As Roulette reaches down for her hair, Aurora reaches her arm up around the back of Roulette's head nd starts to roll herself. Looking to pull the clown woman down and roll her into match book pin beneath her!
The ref counts!
ONE!
TW--
Roulette rips away from Aurora, her face redenning. Outside the ring, Soléne claps. “Great job, you two! Pump up the drama!”
“I'll pump something up, all right,” Roulette grunts as she lunges for a lariat at the standing Azul.
Aurora shakes her head out as she gets up and sees Roulette hurtling towards her. Ducking down, she avoids her opponent's outstretched arm and runs to the opposite ropes. Turning her back to hit the ropes she bounces off and rushes back towards the clown, leaping and aiming her boots for her opponent's chest with a hard drop kick.
The smaller woman's feet slam into Roulette's cleavage, throwing her backwards. Like any good clown, Roulette goes into a tumble, hopping up and sending a kick towards Aurora's jaw. The spry sidekick Matrix-bends backwards, letting the foot sore about her nose, while also kicking her own foot up. The boot's toe slams into the outstretched thigh of Roulette.
The clown stumbles and retreats, clutching and swearing as she does. She looks up in time to see the younger woman run towards her, launch into a handspring, and launch a heel towards her face. The back of the sidekick's boot slams into the bridge of Roulette's nose, and like a held-down power button, the expression in the clown's eyes makes it clear she's stunned and rebooting.
With Roulette dazed. Aurora climbs the ropes. Smirking to the cheering crowd, she puts a hand up and signals to them. She leaps off, spreading her legs, and as she goes through the air the side kick tries to wrap her legs around her opponent's neck, trying for a Frankensteiner down to the canvas.
But the larger clown isn't quite that out of it, wrapping her arms around her opponent's waist as the legs wrap around her neck, the clown stops the momentum for a moment before thrusting herself forward, to land on the young wrestler in a powerslam.
But Roulette doesn't plant Aurora, not yet. Instead, she turns and strides toward a corner before bringing Azul down and slamming the back of her head against the top of the ring post, full force. Azul's body goes slack as the clown slings her legs from her neck. Truthfully, Aurora would probably crumple into a ball if a flurry of gut punches from Roulette didn't keep her up, slamming her back into the turnbuckles while the referee serenades them with warnings.
At four Roulette grabs Azul under her jaw and walks her from the corner. “Y'know, I also do parties, in case you ever need,” she chirps. “I'm amazing with balloon animals! Let me show you. This one's my favorite. It's called, 'dumb bitch who bit off more than she can chew!'” Roulette leans vigilante back against the ropes, slips between the cables, and headlocks onto Aurora. Wrapping her long legs around Aurora's waist, the clown traps her in Bite of the Dragon!
BITE OF THE DRAGON (at 1:38)
Aurora begins to struggle. Her legs kicking, her arms flailing as the crowd boos Roulette. The rookie sidekick is fighting all she can, while using up her energy. The ref warning Roulette about using the ropes before finally counting, once again. As the count begins, Aurora's arms and legs slow down until finally going limp in the ropes.
“… FIVE! Release the hold or--” The jester doesn't let the official finish the sentence. She loosens and Aurora melts into a puddle on the at. Roulette slides back into the ring, ignoring the chiding official, as she grabs Aurora by the boot and drags her to the center of the ring.
“Hey, could you do me a solid here and not submit yet?” Roulette asks. “I was really hoping to show everyone just how much I could torture you.” She looks down at the spent woman at her feet and shoots her a finger gun. “Thanks! In return, I'll teach you some carny tricks. First, we gotta loosen you up. Time for stretches!” Roulette folds Aurora's left boot behind her right knee, steps on them, and pulls back for a Hass of Pain.
HAAS OF PAIN:
“… FIVE! Release the hold or--” The jester doesn't let the official finish the sentence. She loosens and Aurora melts into a puddle on the at. Roulette slides back into the ring, ignoring the chiding official, as she grabs Aurora by the boot and drags her to the center of the ring.
Aurora's completely out, the crowd booing as Roulette pulls back on the sidekick's leg. The limber young opponent bent nearly in half backwards, as Roulette actually begins slapping the back of her unconscious head with her own boot...one ...two … three... times. The ref, concerned reaches down for Aurora's arm and lifts... dropping it down.. one
… Two.
The ref takes Aurora's wrist a third time and raises it. He releases.
“IT'S A MIRACLE!” Roulette cries as she kicks and jerks Aurora's body around.
The referee glares up at her. “I'm trying to do a count.”
“She moved,” the clown assures. “She's not out.” Roulette looms over Azul, pulling her up by her hair, and cracks a slap across her jaw. The sidekick's eyes flutter open as she clutches her cheek. The clown releases the handful of hair and lets Aurora fall back to the mat. “See? Awake.” Outside the ring is only hate from the fans and show, annoyed clapping from the clown's manager.
Roulette straddles Aurora's body, pulling her back up to her knees. A delicate hand traces Aurora's back, taking her catsuit's zipper and sliding it down the teeth all the way to her butt. The jester sits behind Aurora, sliding one hand into the catsuit while another arm wraps under her chin tightly – not enough to put her down, but to hold her in place. Muscular legs begin to wraps around the sidekick's waist. In her ear, Roulette's voice whispers.
“We both know you're about to lose,” Roulette hissed. “And we both know your keeper will run here to rescue you.” Aurora felt the vice-like legs tighten as the intruding hand in her catsuit explored her delicately. “So I guess I'll just have to humiliate you before I put you down. But tell me. Deep in your heart, didn'y you know this is how your first solo match would go?”
Aurora weakly groans. Her own legs twitching a bit as Roulette squeezes. Her body tensing up as goosebumps form on her skin beneath Roulette's hands. Her arms weakly trying to push the hands out from underh her catsuit. The ref doesn't know how to react as the crowd boos.
Aurora weakly groans. Her own legs twitching a bit as Roulette squeezes. Her body tensing up as goosebumps form on her skin beneath Roulette's hands. Her arms weakly trying to push the hands out from under her catsuit. The ref doesn't know how to react as the crowd boos.
All of this, of course, amuses Roulette to no end. The clown cackles as she releases her arm from under Aurora's chin. The Vegas woman balls up her fist and drives it into the back of Aurora's skull, throwing the sidekick's head forward towards the mat. This, the referee knows what to do about and begins scolding Roulette for using a closed fist.
The clown offers minimal interest as she releases her legs from Aurora. The smaller woman crumples to the mat, breathing hard. Roulette rolls Aurora onto her stomach and crosses her legs. She then sits on Azul's butt, draping her legs over the vigilante's shoulders, and pulls her arms back in a rocking horse.
ROCKING HORSE:
Roulette bounces her weight up and down on Aurora as the official checks for submission. “Oh, I should have pulled your catsuit down before this,” she says aloud. “I mean, those mesquito bites are gonna show up in FAWN eventually, right? I might as well be the one to unveil them.”
“Come on,” her manager says, again clapping but holding back rage. “Let's just end this! It's been a great match!”
“But if I end it, her boss comes to save her,” Roulette calls. “And I won't get to have fun. Of course, she could just end it now and admit she's weak and less than me.” Roulette pulls back on Aurora's arms. “But which is worse? The pain or knowing you're not woman enough to fight your own fights?”
Aurora groans out as her arms are pulled back on. The groan gradually getting louder. Her boots drum the canvas behind her as her opponent sits atop her bod, trapping her in place, taunting her for her choice in mentor,etc. She shakes her head as Roulette demands a submission.
“Still got some spirit in you,” Roulette says as she releases the hold. “I should take it all but that breaks the rule of showbiz.” She grabs Aurora's hair and pulls her up. “Always leave 'em wanting more. Plus, it's rude to the Dunbars. I hear they've got dibs on you and your owner. I'd hate to be a bad neighor.” Aurora offers no reply or resistance and the hateful harlequin leads her to the corner. “So, I think it's time for our curtain call. You've been a great comedy partner. Really.”
Roulette leads Aurora to a corner, leaning her on the ropes.“And I think you've got a great future as a straightman – I promise that's not a knock on your relationship with Crimson Bottom.” The clown scales the turnbuckle to the top of the ringpost before pulling her wobbly opponent up with her. “But not it's time to bring the house down.” She hooking an arm under one of Aurora's while placing another over the back of her neck, Roulette launches both women to put Aurora through a Big Top Flop!
BIG TOP FLOP:
Aurora crashes to the mat and lays still. Roulette stands and places the toe of one boot on her forehead. The boot gives a cartoonish squeak. She looks to the ref. “Count.”
it's little more than a formality now. Auroa's chest rises and falls slowly as he lays beneath the boot o her opponent. The crowd boos as she lays there, starfished on the canvas for all to see.
As the referee's hand slaps the mat for the third time, the announcer sparks to life. “Your winner by pinfall, and advancing to the semi-finals of the Rookies Tournament… ROULETTE!”
Soléne slides into the ring and raises her charge's hand. Roulette's eyes meet hers and then drop down to Soléne's generous neckline. The manager winces. “Please don't do this,” she whispers.
To the shock of all, Roulette's hand dives into Soléne's cleavage. While FAWNatics are used to seeing wrestlers grope losing opponents, their own managers is something new. Her hand pulls out of its fleshy tomb, holding a small case. Roulette cracks it open to reveal a brush and clown make-up. She smiles at Soléne. “Don't you have promotion to do?”
Her manager sighs and motions to an attendant for the mic. Taking it, Soléne goes back into her peppy persona. “Amazing match, right everyone? Let's here it for these two women!” Some applaud, but there's more than enough boos to go around. A few begin to chant for the clown to strip the sidekick.
“Now, don't forget this victory was brought to you by Circus Maximus Casino and Resort!” Soléne yells. “Book a vacation now and get twenty percent off your room with the offer code...” This time, Soléne dips into her breasts to retriece her Iphone. She checks it and frowns. “… Offer code 'Aurora Bore-Phallus.”
“That was my suggestion!” Roulette yells as she hunches over the still Aurora, working. The referee attempts to see if she's hurting the woman to call for a reversal, but as far as he can tell Azul is in no pain.
“Thank you all again for welcoming us,” Soléne calls out. “And remember--”
Roulette hops up, dragging Aurora to her feet and unveiling her to the crowd. The sidekick's face is now done in white with cartoony blue tears coming from her eyes. Her lips are also encased in a large blue frown. On her forehead is a word balloon that says, “I failed – boohoo!”
“Everyone loves a clown!” Roulette says into the mic in a deep, hissing voice, as she holds the helpless woman up. She walks Aurora over to ropes and drapes her arms over the top, letting her hang. Unzipping her catsuit all the way down, Roulette exposes Aurora's rump. “Here's a little more blue for your get-up,” the clown chortles as she wallops a loud, open-palmed smack onto the vigilante's rear. Roulette and Soléne leave the ring, the clown skipping ahead and blowing kisses inbetween tumbles. Soléne looks back occasionally at Aurora, concerned and embarrassed for her.