Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 18:13:47 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer called over the hue & cry of the capacity crowd, “the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Ft. Worth, Texas... She stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome DARLING DEEEIIDDRRAAA DEENNNNNNEEEHHHYYY!”
They did just that, the FAWNatics happy to put their hands together for the newest talent from that vaunted wrestling family. To the accompaniment of a country & western tinted instrumental, the curtains parted and out strode a stunning young blonde EVERY bit as Curvy as her cousins Shannen and Natalie--and, perhaps as blasphemous as it might be to suggest, just maybe even more so. Young Deidra was decked out a low cut, brown halter top and blue denim cutoff shorts, her knee and elbow pads white and her feet protected by a trusty, beaten but sturdy pair of cowboy boots.
DEIDRA DENNEHY:
All classic staples of the Dennehy clan of course, Deidra’s only departure with tradition came in the form of her headgear… a gleaming white cowboy hat.
Greeting the throng with a bright smile and a salute flicked off the brim of her hat, the outcast of the Dennehy family started down the ramp at a brisk pace, Deidra angling back and forth to make she sure slapped each and every hand extended her way. Reaching the foot of the ramp in short order, the curvaceous blonde ingénue takes a lap around ringside to press more flesh and doff her hat, which she leaves in dutiful custody of one Joanna Coleman. (Gordy wasn’t allowed anywhere near a Dennehy’s hat, on this point at least, she and her cousins were of the same mind.) With that done she quickly rolled under the bottom rope and popped to her feet with one fist raised high for her supporters. Pleased by the energetic response, Deidra moved to the far corner and settled in to await the arrival of a truly ominous adversary.
Deidra was offering her elbows and knees to Craig Long for official perusal when the Announcer said, “And introducing her opponent--”
“Is a task far beyond your paltry skill set, heathen.” interrupted a soft, lilting voice from the darkness of the entryway. Greeted by the sight of Tiffany Mayes and Miranda Wainright flanking the curtain, the crowd let loose with a thunderous roar in hopes of drowning out whatever Miranda chose to dispense from her pulpit. Alas, the Messiah of Misery was nothing if not patient and she let the heathens jeer themselves into a stupor before she said another word. “Tonight is a special occasion, brothers and sisters. For while the rest of this disgusting roster may be wallowing in the muck and mire of shattered dreams and broken hearts, we at the Church of Eternal Midnight are possessed of a wild, joyous happiness! And not the low schadenfreude that comes from the misery of heathens, oh no! Ours is a joy born of welcome, of fellowship… of sisterhood. For you see, our flock has expanded! And before the night is over you will either share in our joy… or be laid low by its majesty.”
TIFFANY MAYES:
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Miranda paused to exchange a knowing smile with Tiffany. Then she turned her attention to Deidra. “You are an interesting case, sister. Rebelling against the catalogue of horrors attached to your family’s name requires the sort of resolve I like to see in the members of my congregation. Perhaps we’ll have a conversation later… if you’re in any condition to speak.”
The Straight-Edge Siren took a step forward and swept a commanding arm over the crowd. “Avert your unworthy gaze, heathens! Sister Dennehy’s opponent hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Daughter of Darkness, humble yourselves in the presence of ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call with the soft, eerie opening of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda and Tiffany standing in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the third Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Heading for the squared circle after a brief conference with her Dark Sisters (who then retreated to the back), Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire: a blood red one-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Brewster focused on Deidra rather than the hard camera, favoring the strong blonde with a cold, toothy smile. She was still smiling when she tipped her head back and ‘pppffwooooshed’ a gout of crimson mist into the air overhead. Utterly unperturbed by the red rain, Adelaide kept her eyes locked on Dennehy as she backed into the opposite corner and endured the referee’s cumbersome final inspection.
Quick to tell herself that the butterflies in her stomach were a result of the venue and not the woman opposite, Deidra came out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell and bellowed “C’MON!” Whether this imperative was directed at the crowd or her opponent was unclear, yet both reacted immediately. The former rent the air with a ‘LET’S GO DEIDRA!’ chant that did the newcomer’s heart good while the latter pushed off the buckles and made straight for the center of the squared circle. Raising her fists to jaw-level well before Brewster made it to striking range, Dennehy circled right, thus forcing the hardbody brunette to spin if she wanted to keep the Texan in view.
Adelaide turned just as Deidra expected she would, though she was surprised (and a bit miffed, truth be told) that the Churchgoer made no effort to raise her hands in anything approximating a defense. Not only that, Brewster actually looked… happy? “Care to share with the class before we start throwing hands, baby?” Dennehy asked after a full rotation earned nothing but a smile from Adelaide.
The Weeping Angel chuckled ever so softly. “I’m sorry, it’s just… you. You’re so refreshing. As you may or may not know, I dedicated the previous summer and fall to breaking the spirit of a madwoman, a toxic narcissist that actually had the gall to paint ME as the villain in our conflict. When all was said and done she was still quite insane, but I did force her to confront her own fragility and perhaps more importantly, I showed FAWN the face behind the ma--”
Deidra saw her opening and went for it, the big blonde darting in with a trio of straight right hands aimed at the point of Brewster’s chin.
Adelaide snapped her head back to take the worst of the hurt off the first shot, then grabbed Dennehy’s wrist in a snug grip and flicked the captured limb up n’ down, Brewster throwing in a short, emphatic stomp to add more force. The blonde grimaced, slapped at her stinging shoulder, then yelped when Adelaide halved the Wristlock to drive the point of her elbow into Deidra’s bicep. Dennehy grimaced, wrenched loose and swung a Haymaker at Brewster’s head, which the brunette easily dipped. The force of it swung Deidra around and Adelaide helped herself by raaaaaaaaaaaaking the taller woman from shoulder to buttock!
No yelp this time, Dennehy skipped out of reach and rounded on the Queen of Nightmares with her dukes up and ready to brawl. But Brewster must’ve had other ideas because she remained out of reach and still maddeningly casual in her posture.
Hands on her hips, she gave the blonde an approving nod and said, “God, I’ve missed that!”
“Missed what, having punches thrown at your face?”
“Fighting with someone who doesn’t take all their cues from John Woo’s B-roll. Fighting with someone who doesn’t have a ten minute speech prepared to justify their own sadism.” She looked Deidra up and down and finally raised her hands. “Most of all I’ve missed making a good girl scream. You’re a warm sweater on a cold day, Deidra Dennehy. I hope you take it personally when I say I’m going to thoroughly enjoy kicking your pert, farm-raised Texas ass.”
Now it was Deidra’s turn to smile. Chicks who thought they were vampires were a little outside her wheelhouse, but she could give any woman in FAWN one helluva fight and that’s just what she meant for Adelaide Brewster. Beckoning the brunette forward with twitching fingers, Dennehy cooed, “Not my ass you have to worry about, Addy. At least not yet. You want me? Come get me.”
Adelaide obliged her at near lighting speed, the red-clad brunette sweeping Deidra into a Collar & Elbow strong enough to knock her back a few steps. A few was all it was though, Dennehy dug her heels into the canvas and shoved, halting Adelaide’s march in its tracks. Far from a still stalemate, the pair of rivals pulled and tugged at one another for several seconds before separating with a mutual shove. Impressed but hardly awed with her opponent’s strength, Deidra rolled her shoulders and said, “Not bad for a girl who probably does all her shopping at Hot Topic. Think you can actually push me around this time?”
Brewster snorted, ‘flicked’ her bottoms snug against her hips. “You’ll understand if I don’t give much credence to fashion criticisms from a woman dressed like an extra in a Florida-Georgia Line video. And I KNOW I can push you around, cowgirl. But I do wonder if you could do the same to me?”
Dennehy’s answer was as direct as it was sudden, the powerful rookie stomping in to catch Adelaide in her own Collar & Elbow. As before, momentum allowed the initiator to gain a few steps and like before the defender used her back leg like a kickstand to stall her opponent’s progress. “You’re strong, you’re just not as strong as me, honey.” Deidra noted as she shifted her footing to resume her march. “Best to acknowledge that now before I start shoving you all over rrrrgggghhhhhh!”
The Daughter of Darkness slid one hand from Dennehy’s shoulder to the point of her chin and pushed hard enough to bend the blonde’s neck at a painful angle. This added leverage forced Deidra to cede all the ground she’d gained and quite a bit more. In fact Dennehy was only a few steps away from the corner when she released Brewster’s shoulder and fetched her a single quick Bytch Slap! It wasn’t even enough to make the brunette’s eyes water, but the surprise of it loosened her hooks enough for Deidra to break the clench with a shove considerably stronger than the first.
“Keep your hands out of my face, freak!” Dennehy snapped at her foe.
Adelaide offered the Texan a smile, making sure to run the tip of her tongue across the points of her canines. “Better my hands in your face than my teeth in your neck, cowgirl. Or are you already offering me a little taste?”
Deidra smirked at the Churchgoer as she ran a hand over the slope of her décolletage. “No little tastes here, baby.” she cooed. “If you get any, it’ll be more than you can han--”
CRAAACK!
Adelaide tacked a quick slap to the rookie’s cheek, then followed it up with a Toe Kick to double her over when Dennehy reared back. Speeding the application of her Side Headlock with a huge handful of blonde hair, Brewster kept right on yanking as she grrrrrrrrroooound Deidra’s temple into the point of her right hip. She made no attempt to hide the infraction, meaning Craig noted it at once. “Let go of her hair, Adelaide! You know better than that!”
She gave him a condescending look. “Oh please. This bit of chattel is a Dennehy, remember? No one here is going to complain if I snatch her balOOFFFH!”
Deidra voiced a complaint in the form of a single stiff punch to the Churchgoer’s belly. Probably would’ve been a lot more if Adelaide hadn’t raked her eyes, led her over to the edge and proceeded to throttle her throat-first across the middle strand! No warning now, Craig just launched into his count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ far too quickly for Adelaide’s liking.
“Keep off her throat, Adelaide. Don’t make me warn you again.”
“I quiver with fear.” Returning to the prone blonde once she’d satisfied the zebra’s craving for rules and regulations, Brewster climbed into a seat on Deidra’s lower back and neatly crooked her right leg around Dennehy’s right bicep. With her shin wedged against the base of Deidra’s neck, Adelaide laid claim to the Texan’s wrists and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was almost upside down! Far from just theatric, Brewster’s shift straightened Deidra up and wrenched her armpits against the top strand in a sort of wickedly inventive Surfboard! An illegal hold to be sure, yet that didn’t stop Adelaide from giving it her all during Craig’s count, nor did it stop Dennehy from shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ up until the moment that ‘FOUR!’ freed her from the shoulder-wrenching torture.
LONG SHADOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8i442sJfi7I
Deidra sank to her knees with a groan, hanging against the cables. And there she likely would have remained for a few more moments, regaining her breath and letting the ache ebb out of her shoulders and arms, if the Churchgoer hadn’t returned to the ropes, claimed the middle strand with both hands, and gave it a swift and savage tug back toward her. Propelled by the tension in the rubber coated steel, the buxom blonde white sheep of the Dennehy clan was sent tumbling to her back, whilst Brewster slipped through the ropes and out onto the apron. Adelaide didn’t linger on the apron long, however, for she deftly spun back to face the ring and rocked backward, launching herself over the top rope. As soon as she had cleared the cables, the Daughter of Darkness swept her legs to her left, cocked her elbow, and brought it down hard on the incredibly ample target of Deidra Dennehy’s chest.
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUbQmai5s8U
The curvaceous blonde’s legs spasmed into the air upon impact, and Adelaide Brewster promptly secured one of them as she applied the cover. Referee Craig Long slid into position, checked Deidra’s shoulders, and slapped off the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Dennehy kicked out.
If Brewster experienced the slightest flicker of disappointment at not securing the victory then and there, she didn’t show it. Quite the contrary, the corners of her lips curled upward in a sinister smile. “I do like my steaks a little tough,” the raven-haired Churchgoer mused as she tugged Deidra up to her feet. Spinning the youngster around so that her back was to her front, Adelaide nuzzled in, wrapping her arms around Dennehy’s waist and giving the Texan’s throat a flicker from her tongue, helping herself to a briefest of appetizers before popping her hips…
… but before she could lift the White Sheep, Deidra blocked the attempt at a German Suplex. And before Adelaide can make a second attempt, Dennehy introduced Adelaide’s temple to a back elbow, the blow landing hard enough to break the clasp of the brunette’s arms around her midsection. Deidra whipped around behind her prey, ensnaring the Daughter of Darkness into an embrace of her own, Deidra’s gurls pressing tightly into Adelaide’s shoulderblades. “Wrong stake,” the curvy blonde whispered into Brewster’s ear. “I’m the one that’s going straight through your heart.”
And where the Churchgoer had failed, Deidra succeeded without a hitch, muscling the gothic beauty off her feet and DRIVING Brewster’s head and shoulders into the mat with her own German Suplex. By rights, the impact Brewster experienced with the canvas should have put any mortal woman down for several seconds, at a minimum. The fact that Adelaide was already rising, trailing Dennehy in the race back to verticality by mere moments, was exactly the sort of thing that fed her reputation as some supernatural force. And yet, somehow the main roster rookie had enough ring awareness to be ready for the charging Churchgoer, dipping slightly as Adelaide zeroed in and reaching an arm through Brewster’s exquisite thighs. And the fluidity with which the White Sheep scooped her opponent up to her chest, pivoted, and deposited her to the canvas was such that a simple Body Slam managed to draw impressed gasps from a number of even the most jaded of FAWNatics.
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE
Dennehy’s Scoop Slam proved powerful enough to take some of the starch out of the Daughter of Darkness, Adelaide arching her aching spine as she rose to a semi-seated position, but this time she would need a helping hand from her blonde adversary if she wanted to get back to her feet. Fortunately for her, Deidra appeared ready and eager to extend her generosity. Alas, the White Sheep didn’t stop at merely pulling Brewster up. Instead, she launched the gothic brunette toward the far corner with a mighty whip. With limited options available to her as she neared the buckles, Adelaide decided to make the best of a bad situation, swiveling so that her back took the brunt of the collision. But as she did so, Brewster found a surprising sight awaiting her: namely, the voluptuous form of Deidra Dennehy already in mid-flight, one hundred and forty pounds of tough and tawny Texan SLAMMING into her chest only a fraction of a second after Adelaide’s back hit the turnbuckles.
The main roster rookie bounced away from the collision, but she found her moorings quickly enough to reach out, grab Adelaide’s wrist, and send the Daughter of Darkness off to the races for a second time. In this instance, Brewster’s turn into her arrival in the opposite corner was purely involuntary, the power of instinct compelling her. And, just as before, Dennehy was right on top of her, landing another rib-compressing Splash to the gothic beauty. The only difference was, on this occasion, Deidra grabbed the ropes to thwart the recoil of the Splash. Once that pesky matter of physics had been disposed of, the White Sheep let her weight settle in against the buried form of the Churchgoer, preventing Adelaide from fully being able to recover the wind which had been knocked out of her.
“C’mon, Dee,” Craig said, “you know I gotta make you let her out of the corner.”
“Oh, I know,” Dennehy replied, Long still taken aback from the lack of pushback he received from someone with that surname. Sure enough, the White Sheep withdrew, but she didn’t allow her opponent to remain in the corner, instead guiding a stumbling Brewster away from the buckles by means of her right hand pressed against the back of the Churchgoer’s skull. Once they had gained a couple of feet’s clearance from the corner, Deidra’s hand guided Adelaide’s noggin underneath her left arm. Locking that arm around the brunette’s neck, Dennehy slipped her head underneath Adelaide’s right arm and grabbed a handful of crushed velvet at Brewster’s hip. Muscling her foe into the air, the White Sheep turned and dropped the Daughter of Darkness forward, Adelaide’s descent brought to an abrupt halt when her knees hit the top rope. Deidra was more than happy to allow the taut, rubber-coated steel to propel her opponent’s shapely legs back toward the ceiling, and she did her part in assisting that flight, falling back to drive Brewster down to the mat via a Slingshot Suplex.
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pQDKDbCqdc
Dennehy floated over upon landing, coming to a rest laying across Adelaide’s torso. And as she captured a leg, the referee dove done beside them, ready to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brewster raised a shoulder off the canvas.
Deidra scowled at the sight of only two raised fingers, but she didn’t protest, pushing back to her feet and circling around to Adelaide’s boots. Taking hold of an ankle, the curvaceous blonde raised one of the gothic brunette’s stems into the air and, with her free hand, Dennehy extended her index finger toward the lights, that digit completing two swift circles through the air. The fans caught her meaning right away, and some even offered a “WHOOO!!!!” as she stepped over and began to spin around Brewster’s leg. But to the consternation of the FAWNatics, at about the same moment that Dennehy’s revolution presented her back to the brunette, Adelaide’s other foot came up, pressing into the White Sheep’s tush and sending her away with a shove before Deidra could complete the Figure Four. Fortunately for the blonde, however, she managed to avert disaster by bringing her hands up to catch the ropes before her momentum sent her crashing chest first into the corner.
Dennehy pushed away from the buckles, by which point the Daughter of Darkness had already made it back to one knee. But the moment blonde and brunette’s eyes locked on one another, each woman came to a halt for a lingering moment… until, that is, Deidra raised her right hand into the air, urging Adelaide to rise with an upward glance toward her wiggling fingers. “Y’know,” the White Sheep said, “ordinarily I’d be a little hesitant to make this challenge to a beanpole like yourself. But I’ve always heard vampires are supposed to be stronger than us humans.”
The blonde’s eyes flickered with confidence as she gave her opponent a sly smirk.
“Let’s find out.”
Adelaide didn’t respond at once, rather she used the respite to catch a few deep breaths and smooth down her battle-frayed hair. Rising only once she was certain Dennehy meant to make good on the challenge, Brewster took a step forward but didn’t raise a hand in return. “A rather bold statement from little more than a fatted calf. Don’t you know the dangers of an invitation to a creature such as myself?”
Deidra rolled her shoulder, then raised her other hand to beckon the Churchgoer forward. “Yeah I do. Doesn’t scare me a bit. I opened this door of my own free will and I’ll kick your spooky ass right back through it when I’m of the mi--” she would’ve said ‘mind’ if Brewster hadn’t closed in and laced her fingers with Deidra’s.
“You say that now, little girl.” the brunette cooed as she raised her other hand. “Let’s see how you fare once I’ve crossed the threshoNGH!”
Dennehy completed the Test of Strength with an emphatic little ‘smeck’, then bore down on the stereo Knucklelocks and thrust her chest against Adelaide’s. An aggressive start for sure, yet Brewster took it in stride, answering with a return thrust and a concentrated effort to roll the blonde’s wrists. “Looks like you’re still stuck at the door, baby.” Deidra taunted as she regained what little ground Brewster claimed. “Bouncers at this club a little too tuff for your liking?” she smiled and leaned in that much closer, making sure Adelaide felt every bit of jugg-weight.
The Weeping Angel rolled her eyes at the juvenile word play, she would enjoy leading this particular chattel to the slaughterhouse. Making no particular effort to rebuke the Texan’s encroachment, Brewster leaned in almost nose to nose and was delighted to see a flicker of uncertainty flash in Deidra’s eyes. “It will take far more than the contents of a hand-me-down halter to turn me away, my hapless little plaything. But if proximity makes you uncomfortable…” she tilted her head and ever so gently licked the tip of the newcomer’s nose. “You’re more than welcome to run bleating for the hills like the sheep you NNNGGGGHHH!”
Dennehy drove a short Headbutt between Brewster’s eyes, silencing her mid-taunt! It wasn’t exactly kosher as far as T-O-S Rules of Engagement were concerned, but Deidra wasn’t about to let Adelaide treat her like a Tootsie Pop and besides, it’d give her family one less thing to bytch about at the next bar-b-que. Going up on her tiptoes now that there was a definite quiver in Brewster’s knees, the White Sheep treated her foe to another miniature Avalanche before forcing the brunette’s arms down to three and nine respectively.
“Still not through the door, Addy.” Deidra chided while forcing her arms backward at an unpleasant angle. “Don’t think you’re ever gonna get through at this rate.” Dennehy trailed off, pretty face going hard and stern as she poured more and more power into those straining limbs. “Now are you going to give or can I teach you to clap behind your bacKOOOOOWWW FAAAAAHH EERRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Tired of the Texan’s confidence, Adelaide leaned in, pressed her muzzle to the side of Deidra’s neck and chomped down! The powerful newcomer stamped her feet and tried to draw away, alas Adelaide was in full control and she kept right on gnawing until a vengeful Headbutt loosened Dennehy’s knees. Forcing their linked hands to six on the doomsday clock, Brewster dipped her knees and pushed up hard enough to force Deidra up on her knees with a wail of anguish. “No mercy in this churchyard, little calf.” Adelaide teased the wincing rookie. “Unless, you’re willing to fall on your knees and BEG for UNNNGGGHH!”
Deidra cut her off with a second Headbutt, this one landing directly against the zealot’s chest. “Not gonna beg you for anything, honey.” Dennehy promised. “’Cept maybe to keep your fake ass teeth away from my OOFFFFHHHH!” Brewster interrupted with a Kneelift that hit just below the navel and just above the bikini line, a nauseating pseudo Low Blow that forced Deidra to disengage from the Test of Strength.
Paying no attention to the boos raining down on the ring, Adelaide went to step back only to hop up and land with both boots pressed to the planks of her blonde’s thighs. Deidra instinctively grabbed for the brunette’s calves, which only made it easier for the Daughter of Darkness when she leaned forward and caught her foe’s noggin in a Front Facelock. One quick tug and gravity did the rest, Dennehy yanked from her moorings and THWHONKED onto the crown of her skull, latest victim of Brewster’s Wolvesbane DDT. Deidra covered her head in her hands at once, which meant she couldn’t stop Adelaide from shoveling her over and sliding into a Lateral Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The ingénue confirmed her Dennehy bona fides by powering out of Brewster’s attempt with a good half second to spare. More intrigued than angered by the blonde’s resilience, Adelaide got to her feet and promptly nudged one against the Texan’s cheek. “Get up, new meat.” she demanded. “If you won’t lay down and die you can at least stand long enough to make it interesting.”
Burgeoning fan favorite or not, Deidra was still a Dennehy, and longtime FAWNatics knew the dangers of teasing that notoriously temperamental clan. Adelaide got a glimpse of this first hand when the blonde swatted her foot away, then reared up on one knee and hammered a punch deep into Brewster’s flat belly! Adelaide snarled, grabbed a handful of hair and immediately broke off because Dennehy hit her with three more straight rights to the navel. “C’mon ya weirdo.” Deidra beckoned the brunette forward as she regained her feet. “Let’s see if you punch as hard as you AARRRRRRRHHH BYTCH!”
Brewster did as bade, but rather than throw hands, she grabbed a whole lotta hair and raaaaaaaaaked the youngster across the eyes! Craig and the FAWNatics all protested vehemently, not that their outrage did a damned bit of good for the sworls and comets that made up Dennehy’s vision at the moment. Forcing herself to boot-leather in an awkward lurch, Deidra unleashed a Haymaker at the spot she’d last seen the sneaky little cheap-shot artist. She got closer than Adelaide would’ve liked, just not close enough to stop the brunette from doubling her over with a swift Toe Kick to the gut. Honing in on the defenseless curve of her prey’s skull, Brewster raised her right leg high and brought it down on the back of Deidra’s head in an Axe Kick that could’ve doubled as a Stomp. The shot forced Dennehy down, then back up, the powerful blonde reeling in the wake of THWHACK! Brewster whipped around on her left foot and came out the far side with a Roaring Elbow that put the Texan’s head on a swivel even as she timbered to the deck.
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Adelaide thought about going for the cover but ultimately decided she didn’t want to expend the energy. Still, it was wasteful to simply ignore a cover, so she planted a foot on Deidra’s chest and smoothed back her hair while Long slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Dennehy swatted Brewster’s leg away and sat up just after ‘TWO!’ “Wicked bytch.” she grunted. “I’ll make you wish you’d never screwed with NGH!”
Adelaide tagged her with a rude Hip Check that left the Texan groggy long enough for Brewster to haul her upright. Deidra’d barely registered the return to verticality when Adelaide threaded an arm between her thighs and muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. With Dennehy’s right arm and leg draped down her shoulders, the Weeping Angel looped her left arm around Deidra’s head, then drew her hands together and locked them tight to trap the big blonde’s arm, leg and noggin in a diaphragm-crushing clench. “Give up!” Brewster demanded once she’d done a few arrogant reps with her squirming bundle. “Give up or you’ll be asleep when I decide to feed!”
GRAVE ENCOUNTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5FibAfadIw
“NO!” Deidra barked at once, her response strong despite the muffling confines of her opponent’s hold.
Less than pleased by this resistance, Brewster tightened her S-Grip and bounced in place, drawing several pained yelps from the trapped Texan. “I said surrender, bytch!” the Churchgoer demanded. “Or shall I leave you hogtied like pig you arEEERRRGGGHH!”
White Sheep or not, Deidra was still a Dennehy, which meant she felt no qualms hooking her fingers into the leg-holes of Adelaide’s one piece for an extremely enthusiastic wedgie. “Let go of me, weirdo.” Dennehy grunted as she jerked the brunette’s bottoms back n’ forth. “Or I’ll show these people a brand new way to kill a vampiNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
The Weeping Angel went up on tiptoes then abruptly dropped to one knee, effectively forcing the air from her opponent’s lungs with an improvised Gutbuster. Hands still locked tight, she stood up and squeezed even tighter. “I won’t ask again, chattel.” she growled. “Surrender peaceably or I’ll make sure you OOOOWWWWW NNNGGRRRHHHH!”
Deidra redoubled her efforts on the wedgie, which forced Brewster to loosen her coil ever so slightly. The extra wiggle room wasn’t nearly enough to escape the Grave Encounter, it DID however allow her to draw her right arm up behind the lock of Adelaide’s hands and from there she jabbed her elbow into the brunette’s chin once, twice, three times! The shots to her jaw in conjunction with the wedgie finally broke Brewster’s clasp and allowed Deidra the opportunity to slip down the brunette’s shoulders.
Prudence called for Dennehy to create some distance between herself and the zealot, so of course she cinched her right arm around Brewster’s throat and palmed the back of her head in a snug Sleeper! Cupping her own left bicep for extra leverage, Deidra tugged the hold back n’ forth and leeeeeeeeeeeaned forward to get as much weight on her neck as possible. “Wanna be careful threatening to hogtie a Dennehy, sweetness.” the blonde powerhouse huffed in her opponent’s ear. “That’s the sort of thing that gets a brand stamped into that pretty little assSNNNNGGHHHH!”
Never one to tolerate threats from her livestock, Brewster raked the heel of one boot down Deidra’s shin, then stamped on her toes like she meant to grind them into paste! Dennehy snarled and poured more power into the Sleeper, but Adelaide proved equally stubborn and the blonde was forced to relinquish her grip for fear of permanent hobbling. Of course Adelaide’s freedom didn’t come cheap, as she discovered when the Texan clubbed her across the back of the head and shoulders with a heavy Forearm Smash. The Daughter of Darkness went to one knee, struggled to verticality and immediately ate a Headbutt to the nape of the neck for her troubles.
Noting the shiver in her opponent’s stems, Deidra spun her around and hooked her right arm around Brewster’s waist. Pressing her free hand to Adelaide’s glutes, Dennehy got low then rose up on tiptoes with a battle cry worthy of Autumn Sammain. With Adelaide stretched out nearly perpendicular across her right shoulder, Deidra dropped forward and down to land on her belly while Brewster was THAWHAMMED full-force into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Stretched out flat in the wake of the Texas Two-Step, Adelaide could only groan as Dennehy stretched out across her from hip to shoulder and hooked the far leg for…
TEXAS TWO STEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXS0FZZO-HU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The rookie failed to put any real weight on Brewster’s shoulders and it came back to haunt her when Adelaide shot an arm off the canvas with half a second to spare. Deidra cursed and smacked the mat, but didn’t waste time arguing with the official. Instead she claimed possession of the Churchgoer’s head and peeled her off the deck just long enough to drive a Kneelift into her belly. A Standing Headscissors followed and here Deidra did keep with family tradition as she took a moment to raaaaaaaaaake her opponent’s glutes from the bottom on up. Brewster squirmed and mewled but that was all, which drew a smile from the blonde.
“That’s a pretty tender tush for a creature of the night,” she teased. “If that made you squeal I’m not sure how you’ll handle this.”
On that note she leaned forward, looped her arms around Adelaide’s waist and spun the weary brunette up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. The FAWNatics leapt to their feet in delight, eager to see the Weeping Angel pay for her numerous crimes with a faceful of “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
But anticipation turned to anguish when Brewster wrenched her opponent’s head back and blew a billowing gout of crimson directly into the newcomer’s face! All plans abandoned in favor of clearing her vision, Deidra broke her hold on Adelaide’s waist, allowing the zealot to drop down directly in front of her. Wedged in against the blonde’s left side the instant her feet touched down, Brewster hooked her left arm over the other woman’s chest so that her hand was flat between Dennehy’s shoulders. Her right arm angled across the blonde’s lower back, all the better to catch hold of Deidra’s denim at the right hip. In the next breath Adelaide bent down and hoisted the heavier battler off her feet like she was the lightest of lightweights.
The ring-shivering landing that followed was almost identical to the one Brewster endured only moments prior, but where Dennehy released her hooks to settle in for a cover, Adelaide kept her left arm hooked around the younger woman’s throat. From there she grabbed hold of the blonde’s left wrist and folded that arm behind Deidra’s head, which in turn allowed her to double down on the Wristlock and CRAAAAAAAAANK back on the captured limb while simultaneously forcing the Texan’s face against Brewster’s chest.
URANAGE & NEAR DARK @ 5:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NdtYpvECm8
“NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH AAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Deidra beat her heels against the mat, pounded at Adelaide’s biceps and streeeeeeeeeeetched a foot toward the strands in hopes of forcing a break. No use though, the Weeping Angel had her locked up in the middle of the ring and the torque on wrist and shoulder kept growing and growing until finally she reached up and tapped Adelaide’s bicep half a dozen times.
Brewster bared her teeth and leaned back one more time, forcing Dennehy to endure her punishment until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Miranda’s sister in arms released the hold and spun to one knee, putting a hand on Deidra’s chest to keep her from rolling away. “A spirited chase, little sheep. But in the end you were just another feast for the Queen of Nightmares.” Dennehy didn’t respond, she only clutched her wounded arm close and clenched her teeth in hopes the brunette was satisfied. Adelaide was, though she made sure to force the blonde’s face to one side before she stood up and planted a boot on Deidra’s chest.
Hands on her hips after she’d fixed that nagging wedgie, Brewster looked to the nearest camera and explained, “Hope grows dim when heroes fall… and Midnight comes for one and all.”
With Deidra Dennehy thus consigned to the gloom, the victorious brunette indulged a single sauntering victory lap before slipping through the ropes.
Adelaide was all of a dozen steps up the aisle when the crowd roared with surprise and dismay. Rounding on the squared circle with another dose of Mist at the ready, her tension dissolved into curiosity at the sight which greeted her. In the ring, a woman she’d never seen before put boots to Deidra’s midsection like she meant to stomp the proverbial mudhole in the vulnerable Texan.
Craig, as startled by this development as everyone else, quickly inserted himself between the intruder and her target, alas all it got him was a Headbutt between the eyes and the Bum’s Rush through the ropes on Brewster’s side of the aisle.
With the ring thus cleared, the interloper paused in her work long enough for the Churchgoer to make an assessment. She was in her early twenties, perhaps five foot eight with a sweep of dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders. Not quite a bendyback, but not a Destroyer either, she’s what Gordy Solis happily described as ’slim-thick’. Her features were… Adelaide would have called them aristocratic if there’d been even a trace of arrogance in the woman’s demeanor, as it was she struck Brewster as more haunted than anything else.
Of course there was nothing haunted about the way this young woman (clad in hip hugging gray denim and a baggy black version of Adelaide’s own ‘Bloodletter’ hoodie) scraped Deidra off the canvas and immediately replanted her with a huge DDT! Pausing just long enough to roll the insensate Texan onto her back, the brunette got to her feet and made her way to the corner nearest Adelaide. From there she dipped onto the apron and climbed to the top turnbuckle with the grace of someone who’d been practicing for quite some time.
Positioned high above the ring, she looked down to Brewster and asked, “You are close to Miranda, yes?”
The Daughter of Darkness nodded her head ever so slightly. “I am.”
“I would request an audience with her.”
“I see. And what would you bring to this audience?”
The brunette didn’t answer immediately. Rather she turned her attention to Dennehy, then bent her knees and launched herself out into the void. Now Adelaide Brewster had been wrestling for more than eight years when this… pilgrim, appeared with her request. And in that time she’d seen all manner of delights and horrors, but she’d never seen anyone achieve the height, speed and most importantly, impact that this woman put behind the Frog Splash she THAWHAMMED down atop poor Deidra’s chest.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_RiYwZByko
Dennehy jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire, then rolled onto her side like she meant to stand, albeit in slow motion. Whatever her plan, Adelaide’s visitor circumvented it with a double handful of hair which she used to haul Deidra to boot leather. Turning the devastated Darling toward Brewster, the nameless brunette stepped in behind and dipped her head so it was wedged beneath Dennehy’s left arm. A half Waistlock and a handful of denim proved more than enough to hoist Deidra into the sky, but instead of dropping back for a Suplex, she twisted around beneath the blonde and fell to the canvas with her knees drew snug to her chest, meaning Deidra landed across the posted joints with a sickening THAWHUMP! Dennehy bounced away and landed hard on her belly, the crippled White Sheep gaping and scrabbling in the wake of the hellacious maneuver.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtNR-oWzQsA
Apparently unmoved by Dennehy’s anguish, the brunette crawled to the edge of the ring and draped an arm over the middle strand. “I bring that.” she told Adelaide. “And a willingness to unleash it on anyone that stands in the way of the Waiting Dark. I wish to join, if the sisters will have me.”
Delighted by the carnage wrought over these last several seconds, Adelaide tore her gaze from Deidra to focus on this would-be acolyte. “What is your name, sister?”
“Penelope. Penelope Tremblay.”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
“Well Penelope Tremblay, you have my word that Miranda will hear of your request long before the night is over, but you will not receive your audience until she deems it appropriate. Do you understand?”
Penelope Tremblay nodded and got to her feet. “I understand. And if I wanted to expedite our meeting? How would you suggest I do so?”
The Weeping Angel licked her lips and pointed a finger at the smoldering wreckage of Deidra Dennehy. “More of that. As much as you can manage.”
Penny smiled for the first time, a cold, wicked thing utterly devoid of mirth. “Consider it done. Adelaide?”
“Yes?”
“It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Tremblay slipped through the ropes and vaulted over the guardrail to vanish into the crowd as swiftly as she’d appeared.
Left alone in the wake of this unexpected surprise, Adelaide Brewster licked a bit of red off her chin as she turned away from the ring and headed up the ramp.
Halfway to the stage she started to giggle.
By the time she reached the curtain she could barely contain her laughter.
They did just that, the FAWNatics happy to put their hands together for the newest talent from that vaunted wrestling family. To the accompaniment of a country & western tinted instrumental, the curtains parted and out strode a stunning young blonde EVERY bit as Curvy as her cousins Shannen and Natalie--and, perhaps as blasphemous as it might be to suggest, just maybe even more so. Young Deidra was decked out a low cut, brown halter top and blue denim cutoff shorts, her knee and elbow pads white and her feet protected by a trusty, beaten but sturdy pair of cowboy boots.
DEIDRA DENNEHY:
All classic staples of the Dennehy clan of course, Deidra’s only departure with tradition came in the form of her headgear… a gleaming white cowboy hat.
Greeting the throng with a bright smile and a salute flicked off the brim of her hat, the outcast of the Dennehy family started down the ramp at a brisk pace, Deidra angling back and forth to make she sure slapped each and every hand extended her way. Reaching the foot of the ramp in short order, the curvaceous blonde ingénue takes a lap around ringside to press more flesh and doff her hat, which she leaves in dutiful custody of one Joanna Coleman. (Gordy wasn’t allowed anywhere near a Dennehy’s hat, on this point at least, she and her cousins were of the same mind.) With that done she quickly rolled under the bottom rope and popped to her feet with one fist raised high for her supporters. Pleased by the energetic response, Deidra moved to the far corner and settled in to await the arrival of a truly ominous adversary.
Deidra was offering her elbows and knees to Craig Long for official perusal when the Announcer said, “And introducing her opponent--”
“Is a task far beyond your paltry skill set, heathen.” interrupted a soft, lilting voice from the darkness of the entryway. Greeted by the sight of Tiffany Mayes and Miranda Wainright flanking the curtain, the crowd let loose with a thunderous roar in hopes of drowning out whatever Miranda chose to dispense from her pulpit. Alas, the Messiah of Misery was nothing if not patient and she let the heathens jeer themselves into a stupor before she said another word. “Tonight is a special occasion, brothers and sisters. For while the rest of this disgusting roster may be wallowing in the muck and mire of shattered dreams and broken hearts, we at the Church of Eternal Midnight are possessed of a wild, joyous happiness! And not the low schadenfreude that comes from the misery of heathens, oh no! Ours is a joy born of welcome, of fellowship… of sisterhood. For you see, our flock has expanded! And before the night is over you will either share in our joy… or be laid low by its majesty.”
TIFFANY MAYES:
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Miranda paused to exchange a knowing smile with Tiffany. Then she turned her attention to Deidra. “You are an interesting case, sister. Rebelling against the catalogue of horrors attached to your family’s name requires the sort of resolve I like to see in the members of my congregation. Perhaps we’ll have a conversation later… if you’re in any condition to speak.”
The Straight-Edge Siren took a step forward and swept a commanding arm over the crowd. “Avert your unworthy gaze, heathens! Sister Dennehy’s opponent hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Weeping Angel, the Daughter of Darkness, humble yourselves in the presence of ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call with the soft, eerie opening of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’.
For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda and Tiffany standing in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the third Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Heading for the squared circle after a brief conference with her Dark Sisters (who then retreated to the back), Adelaide stretched her arms wide, which let her limber up while simultaneously providing the FAWNatics with a great view of her ring attire: a blood red one-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Brewster focused on Deidra rather than the hard camera, favoring the strong blonde with a cold, toothy smile. She was still smiling when she tipped her head back and ‘pppffwooooshed’ a gout of crimson mist into the air overhead. Utterly unperturbed by the red rain, Adelaide kept her eyes locked on Dennehy as she backed into the opposite corner and endured the referee’s cumbersome final inspection.
Quick to tell herself that the butterflies in her stomach were a result of the venue and not the woman opposite, Deidra came out of her corner with the CLANG of the bell and bellowed “C’MON!” Whether this imperative was directed at the crowd or her opponent was unclear, yet both reacted immediately. The former rent the air with a ‘LET’S GO DEIDRA!’ chant that did the newcomer’s heart good while the latter pushed off the buckles and made straight for the center of the squared circle. Raising her fists to jaw-level well before Brewster made it to striking range, Dennehy circled right, thus forcing the hardbody brunette to spin if she wanted to keep the Texan in view.
Adelaide turned just as Deidra expected she would, though she was surprised (and a bit miffed, truth be told) that the Churchgoer made no effort to raise her hands in anything approximating a defense. Not only that, Brewster actually looked… happy? “Care to share with the class before we start throwing hands, baby?” Dennehy asked after a full rotation earned nothing but a smile from Adelaide.
The Weeping Angel chuckled ever so softly. “I’m sorry, it’s just… you. You’re so refreshing. As you may or may not know, I dedicated the previous summer and fall to breaking the spirit of a madwoman, a toxic narcissist that actually had the gall to paint ME as the villain in our conflict. When all was said and done she was still quite insane, but I did force her to confront her own fragility and perhaps more importantly, I showed FAWN the face behind the ma--”
Deidra saw her opening and went for it, the big blonde darting in with a trio of straight right hands aimed at the point of Brewster’s chin.
Adelaide snapped her head back to take the worst of the hurt off the first shot, then grabbed Dennehy’s wrist in a snug grip and flicked the captured limb up n’ down, Brewster throwing in a short, emphatic stomp to add more force. The blonde grimaced, slapped at her stinging shoulder, then yelped when Adelaide halved the Wristlock to drive the point of her elbow into Deidra’s bicep. Dennehy grimaced, wrenched loose and swung a Haymaker at Brewster’s head, which the brunette easily dipped. The force of it swung Deidra around and Adelaide helped herself by raaaaaaaaaaaaking the taller woman from shoulder to buttock!
No yelp this time, Dennehy skipped out of reach and rounded on the Queen of Nightmares with her dukes up and ready to brawl. But Brewster must’ve had other ideas because she remained out of reach and still maddeningly casual in her posture.
Hands on her hips, she gave the blonde an approving nod and said, “God, I’ve missed that!”
“Missed what, having punches thrown at your face?”
“Fighting with someone who doesn’t take all their cues from John Woo’s B-roll. Fighting with someone who doesn’t have a ten minute speech prepared to justify their own sadism.” She looked Deidra up and down and finally raised her hands. “Most of all I’ve missed making a good girl scream. You’re a warm sweater on a cold day, Deidra Dennehy. I hope you take it personally when I say I’m going to thoroughly enjoy kicking your pert, farm-raised Texas ass.”
Now it was Deidra’s turn to smile. Chicks who thought they were vampires were a little outside her wheelhouse, but she could give any woman in FAWN one helluva fight and that’s just what she meant for Adelaide Brewster. Beckoning the brunette forward with twitching fingers, Dennehy cooed, “Not my ass you have to worry about, Addy. At least not yet. You want me? Come get me.”
Adelaide obliged her at near lighting speed, the red-clad brunette sweeping Deidra into a Collar & Elbow strong enough to knock her back a few steps. A few was all it was though, Dennehy dug her heels into the canvas and shoved, halting Adelaide’s march in its tracks. Far from a still stalemate, the pair of rivals pulled and tugged at one another for several seconds before separating with a mutual shove. Impressed but hardly awed with her opponent’s strength, Deidra rolled her shoulders and said, “Not bad for a girl who probably does all her shopping at Hot Topic. Think you can actually push me around this time?”
Brewster snorted, ‘flicked’ her bottoms snug against her hips. “You’ll understand if I don’t give much credence to fashion criticisms from a woman dressed like an extra in a Florida-Georgia Line video. And I KNOW I can push you around, cowgirl. But I do wonder if you could do the same to me?”
Dennehy’s answer was as direct as it was sudden, the powerful rookie stomping in to catch Adelaide in her own Collar & Elbow. As before, momentum allowed the initiator to gain a few steps and like before the defender used her back leg like a kickstand to stall her opponent’s progress. “You’re strong, you’re just not as strong as me, honey.” Deidra noted as she shifted her footing to resume her march. “Best to acknowledge that now before I start shoving you all over rrrrgggghhhhhh!”
The Daughter of Darkness slid one hand from Dennehy’s shoulder to the point of her chin and pushed hard enough to bend the blonde’s neck at a painful angle. This added leverage forced Deidra to cede all the ground she’d gained and quite a bit more. In fact Dennehy was only a few steps away from the corner when she released Brewster’s shoulder and fetched her a single quick Bytch Slap! It wasn’t even enough to make the brunette’s eyes water, but the surprise of it loosened her hooks enough for Deidra to break the clench with a shove considerably stronger than the first.
“Keep your hands out of my face, freak!” Dennehy snapped at her foe.
Adelaide offered the Texan a smile, making sure to run the tip of her tongue across the points of her canines. “Better my hands in your face than my teeth in your neck, cowgirl. Or are you already offering me a little taste?”
Deidra smirked at the Churchgoer as she ran a hand over the slope of her décolletage. “No little tastes here, baby.” she cooed. “If you get any, it’ll be more than you can han--”
CRAAACK!
Adelaide tacked a quick slap to the rookie’s cheek, then followed it up with a Toe Kick to double her over when Dennehy reared back. Speeding the application of her Side Headlock with a huge handful of blonde hair, Brewster kept right on yanking as she grrrrrrrrroooound Deidra’s temple into the point of her right hip. She made no attempt to hide the infraction, meaning Craig noted it at once. “Let go of her hair, Adelaide! You know better than that!”
She gave him a condescending look. “Oh please. This bit of chattel is a Dennehy, remember? No one here is going to complain if I snatch her balOOFFFH!”
Deidra voiced a complaint in the form of a single stiff punch to the Churchgoer’s belly. Probably would’ve been a lot more if Adelaide hadn’t raked her eyes, led her over to the edge and proceeded to throttle her throat-first across the middle strand! No warning now, Craig just launched into his count, which reached ‘FOUR!’ far too quickly for Adelaide’s liking.
“Keep off her throat, Adelaide. Don’t make me warn you again.”
“I quiver with fear.” Returning to the prone blonde once she’d satisfied the zebra’s craving for rules and regulations, Brewster climbed into a seat on Deidra’s lower back and neatly crooked her right leg around Dennehy’s right bicep. With her shin wedged against the base of Deidra’s neck, Adelaide laid claim to the Texan’s wrists and leaaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back until she was almost upside down! Far from just theatric, Brewster’s shift straightened Deidra up and wrenched her armpits against the top strand in a sort of wickedly inventive Surfboard! An illegal hold to be sure, yet that didn’t stop Adelaide from giving it her all during Craig’s count, nor did it stop Dennehy from shaking her head ‘no, no, no!’ up until the moment that ‘FOUR!’ freed her from the shoulder-wrenching torture.
LONG SHADOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8i442sJfi7I
Deidra sank to her knees with a groan, hanging against the cables. And there she likely would have remained for a few more moments, regaining her breath and letting the ache ebb out of her shoulders and arms, if the Churchgoer hadn’t returned to the ropes, claimed the middle strand with both hands, and gave it a swift and savage tug back toward her. Propelled by the tension in the rubber coated steel, the buxom blonde white sheep of the Dennehy clan was sent tumbling to her back, whilst Brewster slipped through the ropes and out onto the apron. Adelaide didn’t linger on the apron long, however, for she deftly spun back to face the ring and rocked backward, launching herself over the top rope. As soon as she had cleared the cables, the Daughter of Darkness swept her legs to her left, cocked her elbow, and brought it down hard on the incredibly ample target of Deidra Dennehy’s chest.
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUbQmai5s8U
The curvaceous blonde’s legs spasmed into the air upon impact, and Adelaide Brewster promptly secured one of them as she applied the cover. Referee Craig Long slid into position, checked Deidra’s shoulders, and slapped off the…
ONE…
TWO…
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Dennehy kicked out.
If Brewster experienced the slightest flicker of disappointment at not securing the victory then and there, she didn’t show it. Quite the contrary, the corners of her lips curled upward in a sinister smile. “I do like my steaks a little tough,” the raven-haired Churchgoer mused as she tugged Deidra up to her feet. Spinning the youngster around so that her back was to her front, Adelaide nuzzled in, wrapping her arms around Dennehy’s waist and giving the Texan’s throat a flicker from her tongue, helping herself to a briefest of appetizers before popping her hips…
… but before she could lift the White Sheep, Deidra blocked the attempt at a German Suplex. And before Adelaide can make a second attempt, Dennehy introduced Adelaide’s temple to a back elbow, the blow landing hard enough to break the clasp of the brunette’s arms around her midsection. Deidra whipped around behind her prey, ensnaring the Daughter of Darkness into an embrace of her own, Deidra’s gurls pressing tightly into Adelaide’s shoulderblades. “Wrong stake,” the curvy blonde whispered into Brewster’s ear. “I’m the one that’s going straight through your heart.”
And where the Churchgoer had failed, Deidra succeeded without a hitch, muscling the gothic beauty off her feet and DRIVING Brewster’s head and shoulders into the mat with her own German Suplex. By rights, the impact Brewster experienced with the canvas should have put any mortal woman down for several seconds, at a minimum. The fact that Adelaide was already rising, trailing Dennehy in the race back to verticality by mere moments, was exactly the sort of thing that fed her reputation as some supernatural force. And yet, somehow the main roster rookie had enough ring awareness to be ready for the charging Churchgoer, dipping slightly as Adelaide zeroed in and reaching an arm through Brewster’s exquisite thighs. And the fluidity with which the White Sheep scooped her opponent up to her chest, pivoted, and deposited her to the canvas was such that a simple Body Slam managed to draw impressed gasps from a number of even the most jaded of FAWNatics.
SCOOP SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyZ00XdFUUE
Dennehy’s Scoop Slam proved powerful enough to take some of the starch out of the Daughter of Darkness, Adelaide arching her aching spine as she rose to a semi-seated position, but this time she would need a helping hand from her blonde adversary if she wanted to get back to her feet. Fortunately for her, Deidra appeared ready and eager to extend her generosity. Alas, the White Sheep didn’t stop at merely pulling Brewster up. Instead, she launched the gothic brunette toward the far corner with a mighty whip. With limited options available to her as she neared the buckles, Adelaide decided to make the best of a bad situation, swiveling so that her back took the brunt of the collision. But as she did so, Brewster found a surprising sight awaiting her: namely, the voluptuous form of Deidra Dennehy already in mid-flight, one hundred and forty pounds of tough and tawny Texan SLAMMING into her chest only a fraction of a second after Adelaide’s back hit the turnbuckles.
The main roster rookie bounced away from the collision, but she found her moorings quickly enough to reach out, grab Adelaide’s wrist, and send the Daughter of Darkness off to the races for a second time. In this instance, Brewster’s turn into her arrival in the opposite corner was purely involuntary, the power of instinct compelling her. And, just as before, Dennehy was right on top of her, landing another rib-compressing Splash to the gothic beauty. The only difference was, on this occasion, Deidra grabbed the ropes to thwart the recoil of the Splash. Once that pesky matter of physics had been disposed of, the White Sheep let her weight settle in against the buried form of the Churchgoer, preventing Adelaide from fully being able to recover the wind which had been knocked out of her.
“C’mon, Dee,” Craig said, “you know I gotta make you let her out of the corner.”
“Oh, I know,” Dennehy replied, Long still taken aback from the lack of pushback he received from someone with that surname. Sure enough, the White Sheep withdrew, but she didn’t allow her opponent to remain in the corner, instead guiding a stumbling Brewster away from the buckles by means of her right hand pressed against the back of the Churchgoer’s skull. Once they had gained a couple of feet’s clearance from the corner, Deidra’s hand guided Adelaide’s noggin underneath her left arm. Locking that arm around the brunette’s neck, Dennehy slipped her head underneath Adelaide’s right arm and grabbed a handful of crushed velvet at Brewster’s hip. Muscling her foe into the air, the White Sheep turned and dropped the Daughter of Darkness forward, Adelaide’s descent brought to an abrupt halt when her knees hit the top rope. Deidra was more than happy to allow the taut, rubber-coated steel to propel her opponent’s shapely legs back toward the ceiling, and she did her part in assisting that flight, falling back to drive Brewster down to the mat via a Slingshot Suplex.
SLINGSHOT SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pQDKDbCqdc
Dennehy floated over upon landing, coming to a rest laying across Adelaide’s torso. And as she captured a leg, the referee dove done beside them, ready to count the…
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brewster raised a shoulder off the canvas.
Deidra scowled at the sight of only two raised fingers, but she didn’t protest, pushing back to her feet and circling around to Adelaide’s boots. Taking hold of an ankle, the curvaceous blonde raised one of the gothic brunette’s stems into the air and, with her free hand, Dennehy extended her index finger toward the lights, that digit completing two swift circles through the air. The fans caught her meaning right away, and some even offered a “WHOOO!!!!” as she stepped over and began to spin around Brewster’s leg. But to the consternation of the FAWNatics, at about the same moment that Dennehy’s revolution presented her back to the brunette, Adelaide’s other foot came up, pressing into the White Sheep’s tush and sending her away with a shove before Deidra could complete the Figure Four. Fortunately for the blonde, however, she managed to avert disaster by bringing her hands up to catch the ropes before her momentum sent her crashing chest first into the corner.
Dennehy pushed away from the buckles, by which point the Daughter of Darkness had already made it back to one knee. But the moment blonde and brunette’s eyes locked on one another, each woman came to a halt for a lingering moment… until, that is, Deidra raised her right hand into the air, urging Adelaide to rise with an upward glance toward her wiggling fingers. “Y’know,” the White Sheep said, “ordinarily I’d be a little hesitant to make this challenge to a beanpole like yourself. But I’ve always heard vampires are supposed to be stronger than us humans.”
The blonde’s eyes flickered with confidence as she gave her opponent a sly smirk.
“Let’s find out.”
Adelaide didn’t respond at once, rather she used the respite to catch a few deep breaths and smooth down her battle-frayed hair. Rising only once she was certain Dennehy meant to make good on the challenge, Brewster took a step forward but didn’t raise a hand in return. “A rather bold statement from little more than a fatted calf. Don’t you know the dangers of an invitation to a creature such as myself?”
Deidra rolled her shoulder, then raised her other hand to beckon the Churchgoer forward. “Yeah I do. Doesn’t scare me a bit. I opened this door of my own free will and I’ll kick your spooky ass right back through it when I’m of the mi--” she would’ve said ‘mind’ if Brewster hadn’t closed in and laced her fingers with Deidra’s.
“You say that now, little girl.” the brunette cooed as she raised her other hand. “Let’s see how you fare once I’ve crossed the threshoNGH!”
Dennehy completed the Test of Strength with an emphatic little ‘smeck’, then bore down on the stereo Knucklelocks and thrust her chest against Adelaide’s. An aggressive start for sure, yet Brewster took it in stride, answering with a return thrust and a concentrated effort to roll the blonde’s wrists. “Looks like you’re still stuck at the door, baby.” Deidra taunted as she regained what little ground Brewster claimed. “Bouncers at this club a little too tuff for your liking?” she smiled and leaned in that much closer, making sure Adelaide felt every bit of jugg-weight.
The Weeping Angel rolled her eyes at the juvenile word play, she would enjoy leading this particular chattel to the slaughterhouse. Making no particular effort to rebuke the Texan’s encroachment, Brewster leaned in almost nose to nose and was delighted to see a flicker of uncertainty flash in Deidra’s eyes. “It will take far more than the contents of a hand-me-down halter to turn me away, my hapless little plaything. But if proximity makes you uncomfortable…” she tilted her head and ever so gently licked the tip of the newcomer’s nose. “You’re more than welcome to run bleating for the hills like the sheep you NNNGGGGHHH!”
Dennehy drove a short Headbutt between Brewster’s eyes, silencing her mid-taunt! It wasn’t exactly kosher as far as T-O-S Rules of Engagement were concerned, but Deidra wasn’t about to let Adelaide treat her like a Tootsie Pop and besides, it’d give her family one less thing to bytch about at the next bar-b-que. Going up on her tiptoes now that there was a definite quiver in Brewster’s knees, the White Sheep treated her foe to another miniature Avalanche before forcing the brunette’s arms down to three and nine respectively.
“Still not through the door, Addy.” Deidra chided while forcing her arms backward at an unpleasant angle. “Don’t think you’re ever gonna get through at this rate.” Dennehy trailed off, pretty face going hard and stern as she poured more and more power into those straining limbs. “Now are you going to give or can I teach you to clap behind your bacKOOOOOWWW FAAAAAHH EERRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Tired of the Texan’s confidence, Adelaide leaned in, pressed her muzzle to the side of Deidra’s neck and chomped down! The powerful newcomer stamped her feet and tried to draw away, alas Adelaide was in full control and she kept right on gnawing until a vengeful Headbutt loosened Dennehy’s knees. Forcing their linked hands to six on the doomsday clock, Brewster dipped her knees and pushed up hard enough to force Deidra up on her knees with a wail of anguish. “No mercy in this churchyard, little calf.” Adelaide teased the wincing rookie. “Unless, you’re willing to fall on your knees and BEG for UNNNGGGHH!”
Deidra cut her off with a second Headbutt, this one landing directly against the zealot’s chest. “Not gonna beg you for anything, honey.” Dennehy promised. “’Cept maybe to keep your fake ass teeth away from my OOFFFFHHHH!” Brewster interrupted with a Kneelift that hit just below the navel and just above the bikini line, a nauseating pseudo Low Blow that forced Deidra to disengage from the Test of Strength.
Paying no attention to the boos raining down on the ring, Adelaide went to step back only to hop up and land with both boots pressed to the planks of her blonde’s thighs. Deidra instinctively grabbed for the brunette’s calves, which only made it easier for the Daughter of Darkness when she leaned forward and caught her foe’s noggin in a Front Facelock. One quick tug and gravity did the rest, Dennehy yanked from her moorings and THWHONKED onto the crown of her skull, latest victim of Brewster’s Wolvesbane DDT. Deidra covered her head in her hands at once, which meant she couldn’t stop Adelaide from shoveling her over and sliding into a Lateral Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The ingénue confirmed her Dennehy bona fides by powering out of Brewster’s attempt with a good half second to spare. More intrigued than angered by the blonde’s resilience, Adelaide got to her feet and promptly nudged one against the Texan’s cheek. “Get up, new meat.” she demanded. “If you won’t lay down and die you can at least stand long enough to make it interesting.”
Burgeoning fan favorite or not, Deidra was still a Dennehy, and longtime FAWNatics knew the dangers of teasing that notoriously temperamental clan. Adelaide got a glimpse of this first hand when the blonde swatted her foot away, then reared up on one knee and hammered a punch deep into Brewster’s flat belly! Adelaide snarled, grabbed a handful of hair and immediately broke off because Dennehy hit her with three more straight rights to the navel. “C’mon ya weirdo.” Deidra beckoned the brunette forward as she regained her feet. “Let’s see if you punch as hard as you AARRRRRRRHHH BYTCH!”
Brewster did as bade, but rather than throw hands, she grabbed a whole lotta hair and raaaaaaaaaked the youngster across the eyes! Craig and the FAWNatics all protested vehemently, not that their outrage did a damned bit of good for the sworls and comets that made up Dennehy’s vision at the moment. Forcing herself to boot-leather in an awkward lurch, Deidra unleashed a Haymaker at the spot she’d last seen the sneaky little cheap-shot artist. She got closer than Adelaide would’ve liked, just not close enough to stop the brunette from doubling her over with a swift Toe Kick to the gut. Honing in on the defenseless curve of her prey’s skull, Brewster raised her right leg high and brought it down on the back of Deidra’s head in an Axe Kick that could’ve doubled as a Stomp. The shot forced Dennehy down, then back up, the powerful blonde reeling in the wake of THWHACK! Brewster whipped around on her left foot and came out the far side with a Roaring Elbow that put the Texan’s head on a swivel even as she timbered to the deck.
AXE KICK & ROARING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Adelaide thought about going for the cover but ultimately decided she didn’t want to expend the energy. Still, it was wasteful to simply ignore a cover, so she planted a foot on Deidra’s chest and smoothed back her hair while Long slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
Dennehy swatted Brewster’s leg away and sat up just after ‘TWO!’ “Wicked bytch.” she grunted. “I’ll make you wish you’d never screwed with NGH!”
Adelaide tagged her with a rude Hip Check that left the Texan groggy long enough for Brewster to haul her upright. Deidra’d barely registered the return to verticality when Adelaide threaded an arm between her thighs and muscled her into a Fireman’s Carry. With Dennehy’s right arm and leg draped down her shoulders, the Weeping Angel looped her left arm around Deidra’s head, then drew her hands together and locked them tight to trap the big blonde’s arm, leg and noggin in a diaphragm-crushing clench. “Give up!” Brewster demanded once she’d done a few arrogant reps with her squirming bundle. “Give up or you’ll be asleep when I decide to feed!”
GRAVE ENCOUNTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5FibAfadIw
“NO!” Deidra barked at once, her response strong despite the muffling confines of her opponent’s hold.
Less than pleased by this resistance, Brewster tightened her S-Grip and bounced in place, drawing several pained yelps from the trapped Texan. “I said surrender, bytch!” the Churchgoer demanded. “Or shall I leave you hogtied like pig you arEEERRRGGGHH!”
White Sheep or not, Deidra was still a Dennehy, which meant she felt no qualms hooking her fingers into the leg-holes of Adelaide’s one piece for an extremely enthusiastic wedgie. “Let go of me, weirdo.” Dennehy grunted as she jerked the brunette’s bottoms back n’ forth. “Or I’ll show these people a brand new way to kill a vampiNNNNNGGGGGGHHH!”
The Weeping Angel went up on tiptoes then abruptly dropped to one knee, effectively forcing the air from her opponent’s lungs with an improvised Gutbuster. Hands still locked tight, she stood up and squeezed even tighter. “I won’t ask again, chattel.” she growled. “Surrender peaceably or I’ll make sure you OOOOWWWWW NNNGGRRRHHHH!”
Deidra redoubled her efforts on the wedgie, which forced Brewster to loosen her coil ever so slightly. The extra wiggle room wasn’t nearly enough to escape the Grave Encounter, it DID however allow her to draw her right arm up behind the lock of Adelaide’s hands and from there she jabbed her elbow into the brunette’s chin once, twice, three times! The shots to her jaw in conjunction with the wedgie finally broke Brewster’s clasp and allowed Deidra the opportunity to slip down the brunette’s shoulders.
Prudence called for Dennehy to create some distance between herself and the zealot, so of course she cinched her right arm around Brewster’s throat and palmed the back of her head in a snug Sleeper! Cupping her own left bicep for extra leverage, Deidra tugged the hold back n’ forth and leeeeeeeeeeeaned forward to get as much weight on her neck as possible. “Wanna be careful threatening to hogtie a Dennehy, sweetness.” the blonde powerhouse huffed in her opponent’s ear. “That’s the sort of thing that gets a brand stamped into that pretty little assSNNNNGGHHHH!”
Never one to tolerate threats from her livestock, Brewster raked the heel of one boot down Deidra’s shin, then stamped on her toes like she meant to grind them into paste! Dennehy snarled and poured more power into the Sleeper, but Adelaide proved equally stubborn and the blonde was forced to relinquish her grip for fear of permanent hobbling. Of course Adelaide’s freedom didn’t come cheap, as she discovered when the Texan clubbed her across the back of the head and shoulders with a heavy Forearm Smash. The Daughter of Darkness went to one knee, struggled to verticality and immediately ate a Headbutt to the nape of the neck for her troubles.
Noting the shiver in her opponent’s stems, Deidra spun her around and hooked her right arm around Brewster’s waist. Pressing her free hand to Adelaide’s glutes, Dennehy got low then rose up on tiptoes with a battle cry worthy of Autumn Sammain. With Adelaide stretched out nearly perpendicular across her right shoulder, Deidra dropped forward and down to land on her belly while Brewster was THAWHAMMED full-force into the thinly-sheathed plywood. Stretched out flat in the wake of the Texas Two-Step, Adelaide could only groan as Dennehy stretched out across her from hip to shoulder and hooked the far leg for…
TEXAS TWO STEP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXS0FZZO-HU
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The rookie failed to put any real weight on Brewster’s shoulders and it came back to haunt her when Adelaide shot an arm off the canvas with half a second to spare. Deidra cursed and smacked the mat, but didn’t waste time arguing with the official. Instead she claimed possession of the Churchgoer’s head and peeled her off the deck just long enough to drive a Kneelift into her belly. A Standing Headscissors followed and here Deidra did keep with family tradition as she took a moment to raaaaaaaaaake her opponent’s glutes from the bottom on up. Brewster squirmed and mewled but that was all, which drew a smile from the blonde.
“That’s a pretty tender tush for a creature of the night,” she teased. “If that made you squeal I’m not sure how you’ll handle this.”
On that note she leaned forward, looped her arms around Adelaide’s waist and spun the weary brunette up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a Powerbomb. The FAWNatics leapt to their feet in delight, eager to see the Weeping Angel pay for her numerous crimes with a faceful of “AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHHH!”
But anticipation turned to anguish when Brewster wrenched her opponent’s head back and blew a billowing gout of crimson directly into the newcomer’s face! All plans abandoned in favor of clearing her vision, Deidra broke her hold on Adelaide’s waist, allowing the zealot to drop down directly in front of her. Wedged in against the blonde’s left side the instant her feet touched down, Brewster hooked her left arm over the other woman’s chest so that her hand was flat between Dennehy’s shoulders. Her right arm angled across the blonde’s lower back, all the better to catch hold of Deidra’s denim at the right hip. In the next breath Adelaide bent down and hoisted the heavier battler off her feet like she was the lightest of lightweights.
The ring-shivering landing that followed was almost identical to the one Brewster endured only moments prior, but where Dennehy released her hooks to settle in for a cover, Adelaide kept her left arm hooked around the younger woman’s throat. From there she grabbed hold of the blonde’s left wrist and folded that arm behind Deidra’s head, which in turn allowed her to double down on the Wristlock and CRAAAAAAAAANK back on the captured limb while simultaneously forcing the Texan’s face against Brewster’s chest.
URANAGE & NEAR DARK @ 5:56
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NdtYpvECm8
“NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH AAAAAAAAHHH FAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Deidra beat her heels against the mat, pounded at Adelaide’s biceps and streeeeeeeeeeetched a foot toward the strands in hopes of forcing a break. No use though, the Weeping Angel had her locked up in the middle of the ring and the torque on wrist and shoulder kept growing and growing until finally she reached up and tapped Adelaide’s bicep half a dozen times.
Brewster bared her teeth and leaned back one more time, forcing Dennehy to endure her punishment until the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Miranda’s sister in arms released the hold and spun to one knee, putting a hand on Deidra’s chest to keep her from rolling away. “A spirited chase, little sheep. But in the end you were just another feast for the Queen of Nightmares.” Dennehy didn’t respond, she only clutched her wounded arm close and clenched her teeth in hopes the brunette was satisfied. Adelaide was, though she made sure to force the blonde’s face to one side before she stood up and planted a boot on Deidra’s chest.
Hands on her hips after she’d fixed that nagging wedgie, Brewster looked to the nearest camera and explained, “Hope grows dim when heroes fall… and Midnight comes for one and all.”
With Deidra Dennehy thus consigned to the gloom, the victorious brunette indulged a single sauntering victory lap before slipping through the ropes.
Adelaide was all of a dozen steps up the aisle when the crowd roared with surprise and dismay. Rounding on the squared circle with another dose of Mist at the ready, her tension dissolved into curiosity at the sight which greeted her. In the ring, a woman she’d never seen before put boots to Deidra’s midsection like she meant to stomp the proverbial mudhole in the vulnerable Texan.
Craig, as startled by this development as everyone else, quickly inserted himself between the intruder and her target, alas all it got him was a Headbutt between the eyes and the Bum’s Rush through the ropes on Brewster’s side of the aisle.
With the ring thus cleared, the interloper paused in her work long enough for the Churchgoer to make an assessment. She was in her early twenties, perhaps five foot eight with a sweep of dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders. Not quite a bendyback, but not a Destroyer either, she’s what Gordy Solis happily described as ’slim-thick’. Her features were… Adelaide would have called them aristocratic if there’d been even a trace of arrogance in the woman’s demeanor, as it was she struck Brewster as more haunted than anything else.
Of course there was nothing haunted about the way this young woman (clad in hip hugging gray denim and a baggy black version of Adelaide’s own ‘Bloodletter’ hoodie) scraped Deidra off the canvas and immediately replanted her with a huge DDT! Pausing just long enough to roll the insensate Texan onto her back, the brunette got to her feet and made her way to the corner nearest Adelaide. From there she dipped onto the apron and climbed to the top turnbuckle with the grace of someone who’d been practicing for quite some time.
Positioned high above the ring, she looked down to Brewster and asked, “You are close to Miranda, yes?”
The Daughter of Darkness nodded her head ever so slightly. “I am.”
“I would request an audience with her.”
“I see. And what would you bring to this audience?”
The brunette didn’t answer immediately. Rather she turned her attention to Dennehy, then bent her knees and launched herself out into the void. Now Adelaide Brewster had been wrestling for more than eight years when this… pilgrim, appeared with her request. And in that time she’d seen all manner of delights and horrors, but she’d never seen anyone achieve the height, speed and most importantly, impact that this woman put behind the Frog Splash she THAWHAMMED down atop poor Deidra’s chest.
FROG SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_RiYwZByko
Dennehy jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire, then rolled onto her side like she meant to stand, albeit in slow motion. Whatever her plan, Adelaide’s visitor circumvented it with a double handful of hair which she used to haul Deidra to boot leather. Turning the devastated Darling toward Brewster, the nameless brunette stepped in behind and dipped her head so it was wedged beneath Dennehy’s left arm. A half Waistlock and a handful of denim proved more than enough to hoist Deidra into the sky, but instead of dropping back for a Suplex, she twisted around beneath the blonde and fell to the canvas with her knees drew snug to her chest, meaning Deidra landed across the posted joints with a sickening THAWHUMP! Dennehy bounced away and landed hard on her belly, the crippled White Sheep gaping and scrabbling in the wake of the hellacious maneuver.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtNR-oWzQsA
Apparently unmoved by Dennehy’s anguish, the brunette crawled to the edge of the ring and draped an arm over the middle strand. “I bring that.” she told Adelaide. “And a willingness to unleash it on anyone that stands in the way of the Waiting Dark. I wish to join, if the sisters will have me.”
Delighted by the carnage wrought over these last several seconds, Adelaide tore her gaze from Deidra to focus on this would-be acolyte. “What is your name, sister?”
“Penelope. Penelope Tremblay.”
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
“Well Penelope Tremblay, you have my word that Miranda will hear of your request long before the night is over, but you will not receive your audience until she deems it appropriate. Do you understand?”
Penelope Tremblay nodded and got to her feet. “I understand. And if I wanted to expedite our meeting? How would you suggest I do so?”
The Weeping Angel licked her lips and pointed a finger at the smoldering wreckage of Deidra Dennehy. “More of that. As much as you can manage.”
Penny smiled for the first time, a cold, wicked thing utterly devoid of mirth. “Consider it done. Adelaide?”
“Yes?”
“It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
The words were barely out of her mouth when Tremblay slipped through the ropes and vaulted over the guardrail to vanish into the crowd as swiftly as she’d appeared.
Left alone in the wake of this unexpected surprise, Adelaide Brewster licked a bit of red off her chin as she turned away from the ring and headed up the ramp.
Halfway to the stage she started to giggle.
By the time she reached the curtain she could barely contain her laughter.