Post by bigfan on Apr 3, 2018 19:22:31 GMT
The late February night had already taken a heavy toll on talent and fan alike, yet Heartbroken had one more bloody valentine to bestow, one heralded when the Announcer stepped into the spotlight and proclaimed, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, hailing from Richmond, England in the United Kingdom, she stands at five feet seven inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Oncoming Storm, this is… OLIVIA DARE!"
Already on their feet in anticipation of this all Blackbird clash, the capacity crowd still seemed to jolt into the air when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. Their throat-born thunder crashed all the louder when the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her first crack at the World Title in quite some time, the first bendyback Champion of the modern era wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble included a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thusly greeted, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
BET ON BLISS?
I WOULDN’T DARE!
“On any other night that would be a sure bet.” the lissome blonde warrior noted. “Tonight however… I fear Eliza’s epic saga ends in tragedy.”
Continuing her way to the squared circle, Olivia strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo. “Lovely to see you again, Nicholas.” Dare said as Nick Castle set about checking her wrists, elbows and knees. “Ready for the most civilized World Title Match in recent memory?”
Castle didn’t actually snort, though he did arch an eyebrow. “Civilized? As I recall, you two split each other’s bottom lips with European Uppercuts the last time you sparred.”
“Well of course. But we kept name calling and hair pulling to a minimum.”
“Oh, well in that case I can just take the night off.”
“The hell you will. I need you front and center to raise my hand when it’s all over.”
With the Oncoming Storm settling into a holding pattern, waiting for her partner and the World Champion, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when the house lights faded. The lowered illumination led to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng, which only got louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did next to nothing hide the limber strength of her frame… or the heavy belt strapped around her waist.
Careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the announcer called, “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England! She stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could only hint at the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
ELIZA BLISS:
The sight greeting the sold out crowd raised a ruckus that *almost* threatens to overpower Eliza’s high notes. In place of her usual black one piece was a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It read simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
With the audience enjoying her new togs, Eliza reached back with one hand, snapped the belt loose and flung it over her shoulder before whirling around to head down the ramp. Keeping one hand on the faceplate of her golden prize, Bliss tossed her hair with the other in between crisscrossing the aisle to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface champion, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around the ringside aisle, Bliss quickly climbed the steps, then dips into a deep curtsey as thanked for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to center stage and hoisted the belt one more time, this shove at her partner.
She gave Olivia a cheeky wink before handing it to Castle, who in turn handed it off to an attendant so he could put the champ through a final inspection.
Eliza called over the lead official’s shoulder.
“Enjoy this moment, Blackbird. My time is after the match with you on your back. This is your time.”
Despite the stakes and pride of the wrestlers involved, there was no sign of tension when the bell sounded to summon the Blackbirds from their corners. Why should there be? Eliza Bliss and Olivia Dare had performed this same ritual day after day, night after night for going on seven years. Oh, the venues were humbler and the crowds nonexistent, but their game never changed. Slowing to a stop in front of the only woman she deemed worthy to share her spotlight, the World Champion offered her challenger a faint smile and an extended hand.
“Protect yourself, ‘Liv. It wouldn’t do to have you carted out of here like any old chorus girl, now would it?”
Olivia Dare snorted, returned the brunette’s handshake. “Could say the same to you, ‘Liza. Be a terrible shame to let the understudy steal your stage away on such a grand night.”
Bliss’s smile widened even as she tugged the willowy blonde in close. The crowd ‘oooohhhhed’ in anticipation of a nose-to-nose verbal joust, but Eliza only leaned in to whisper, “Iron sharpens iron.”
“Iron sharpens iron.” Dare repeated.
Ritual complete, they broke apart and began to circle one another in an ever tightening corkscrew. It took four full rotations for their fingertips to brush. When they did, blonde and brunette lunged into a Collar & Elbow so crisp it looked magnetized. No stalemate here, the pair was immediately on the move, stamping around in erratic little circles and figure eights as each gained and lost control of the proceedings half a dozen times in the first ten seconds. Though their fingers were snug against the nape of the other woman’s neck, neither Brit considered a hair-pull for so much as a second. For one, such a tacky approach wasn’t appropriate against one’s partner. For two, such a shortcut was tantamount to a submission of sorts and neither Dare nor Bliss had any intention of surrendering tonight.
Of course the game always changed and when it did, it happened in the blink of an eye.
One second Eliza’s hands were at Olivia’s neck and left elbow. The next they’d slid to the Storm’s left wrist and pointed that hand back at her shoulder in a Top Wristlock. Dare’s grimace was like a flash of sunlight on the lake, bright, hot and gone in an instant. Neutralizing the worst of the pain by clasping her hands, Olivia set feet and leaned forward only to find herself bridging backward when Bliss leaaaaaaaaaned into her personal space.
Quietly appreciative as the champ dropped into a deep crouch that forced the challenger into a high bridge, Nick Castle let the crown of Dare’s skull rest on the mat for perhaps five seconds before he tested the waters with an admittedly teasing question. “What do you say, ‘Liv? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Eliza, be so kind as to glare at the senior official, would you?”
Bliss smirked, shook her head ‘no’. “And just GIVE you an easy opening? Oh no dear Olivia, I fear you’ll have to work harder than--”
Dare forced her way out of the trap, returning to full verticality in a sort of sinewy slow motion that served as an excellent reminder of the phenomenal strength of her legs and core. Eliza moved a foot back to act as a brace against her friend’s encroachment, but now it was Dare who changed the game. Releasing her right hand from the self-inflicted clamp, she put her back to the Superlative Soprano and dropped to one knee. From there she planted her hand on the mat and pulled forward and down to flip Bliss onto her back with a neat little Wristlock Takedown.
Eliza landed with a heavy THUMP but would’ve been up in a trice if Dare hadn’t barred her right arm and wedged a knee against the side of her noggin. “This wing currently belongs to me, ‘Liza, dear.” Olivia observed after a possessive squeeze of her brunette’s shoulder. “I advise you to take it back before I do something untoward with it.”
Bliss rolled her eyes, pivoted to a seat and made Dare pay for the control by stuffing her free hand under the blonde’s chin. “Break your grip, ‘Liv.” the champ demanded after a few rude seconds. “Unless you want me to stuff a Cleft Note in that pretty mouth this early in the sh--”
Dare swatted the hand away, pivoted around behind her brunette and deftly pinned Eliza’s captured wing between her torso and left arm. Gripping her own right wrist to keep her arms in a snug loop, Olivia threaded her left leg over the champ’s left thigh and pulled back, drawing it away from her body at an awkward angle. “Might be a bit more difficult to secure that particular grip from such an angle, luv.” Olivia teased. “But if it’s a claw you’re after.” She curled her right hand into a claw and dug into Eliza’s left flank, directly below her breast. In the same breath she tugged back on the Armbar to put unpleasant pressure on the champion’s shoulder.
ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZA56rVi5WY
It was hardly enough to make her shriek, in truth the Renaissance Woman didn’t even groan, but Castle saw the pain flick across her face and knew the hold was in deep. “Eliza? You ok?”
“First rate, Nicholas. Don’t disturb me, please.”
Olivia knew damned well not to ask her friend and rival for a surrender this early on, but she did take the opportunity to offer a warning. “I won’t break this until you make me, Eliza. And if you can’t make me? I’ll take more and more and more.” The former World Champion demonstrated this point by sliding her right hand down to grip Eliza’s exposed tummy.
Shaking her head more from irritation than pain, Bliss tried to turn into the Armbar, realized the blonde’s leg was blocking her progress. To that end she crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and began to grind, gnash and occasionally stab her elbow against the length of Dare’s boot-sheathed shin. Olivia grit her teeth, gouged her fingers deeper into the Superlative Soprano’s midriff. “You’re going to pay a heavy price, dear.”
“Would you rather I undid your laces instead?”
“That’s just unbecomOW!”
Bliss delivered her sharpest elbow yet and even the protection of Dare’s boot wasn’t enough to stop pain from racing all the way up to her hip. She jerked her leg away immediately thereafter and Eliza just as quickly twisted into the Armbar. It didn’t end the blonde’s control on the limb (or her tummy for that matter) it did however give Eliza a clear shot at Olivia’s face, which she promptly pinked with one, two, three eye-watering SLAPS! Hard as they were, Dare didn’t let go! She only splayed her claw wider, all the better to gouge the tip of her index finger into the brunette’s navel. Eliza grunted, slapped Olivia’s cheek a fourth time, then took her bottom lip between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist!
“You know I can get the Cleft Note from here, luv.” she warned. “Don’t make me go hunting this OOFFFHH!”
Dare released the belly claw, drew back and pumped a single punch deep into her opponent’s tummy. Eliza gaped, released the pincer on Olivia’s lip and answered with a straight Forearm Smash to the point of the Storm’s chin! The challenger groaned and shifted heavily to one knee, her defenses momentarily forgotten in an effort to keep upright. This proved ineffective as Eliza locked both hands behind her head and slid away to stretch the other bendyback out on her belly. Cupping her hands under Dare’s cheek the second she was prone, Bliss pressed the crown of her skull to the mat and tumbled forward in a quick, low somersault that ended with both feet planted flat and Olivia’s head wrenched backward in a gorgeous Chancery.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
“I’m not going to ask you for a submission just yet, dearest.” Eliza promised as she jostled and bounced the hold. “But I won’t break it until you make me. And if you don’t make me…” the Songbird rose onto tiptoe, increasing the torque of the stretch. “…I’ll take more and more and more.”
Eliza, having verbally one-upped her partner, wrenched away on the Storm until her bridge above the grimacing Dare began to wobble, her legs quaking under the strain of keeping herself in place and working Olivia over.
Bliss made herself a liar by flipping back the way she’d come and reestablishing the Front Chancery with which she’d begun. The dirty blonde started to retort but Blissy twisted her foe’s neck and drew Dare up with her as she rose.
“Yeah,” the champ grunted, “I broke it before you made me. So sue me.”
Keeping her fellow Blackbird bent over, Bliss sent some rapid-fire knees into Olivia’s forehead, Eliza bouncing from one leg to the next as if she were some abusive aerobics teacher, NAILING Dare with a right knee then a left. One-two, one-two, the bony joints clunked into the challenger’s cranium, until Bliss delivered a full ten-spot before releasing her grip around the back of her current frenemy’s neck.
Olivia wobbled, punch-drunk. She rose closer to full vertical in front of the impressed diva.
“I knew you had a hard head,” Eliza marvels, “but damn girl.”
Bliss vaulted off the canvas and clipped her tag partner with an Enzugiri to her left temple that finally leveled the stubborn Englishwoman, the soprano landing deftly next to her, Olivia ending on her chest. Dare’s eyes were glassy as she pushed up on her forearms to at least get her face off the canvas.
But Bliss mounted her friend in a forward-facing straddle of one leg to keep the former World Champion matbound. Curling the opposite stem forward, Bliss slipped her body behind and beneath to make sure the limb was pinned in a growing arc, the Superlative Soprano pressing the leg further forward by the second to increase the pain.
When in range, the champ added a Crossface grip to secure her Leg-Hook Camel Clutch and savagely work another submission on her Blackbird teammate.
;EG-HOOK CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
“NOW, you can quit,” Eliza informed. “I can stay in this position all day.”
As it turns out, the Songbird couldn’t as Olivia, understanding a little rule breaking might be necessary in this circumstance, reached up and curled her fingers around Eliza’s lush, dark locks and used them to yank Bliss out of her mounted position, Eliza somersaulting off the Oncoming Storm to maintain most of her mane.
The World titleholder rolled to her feet out of the tumble and spun to face her groaning but rising challenger. The diva turned it up a notch, racing at the ascending Storm and burying a shoulder into the slender waist of her countrywoman. Olivia’s torn off the deck by the Spear, Dare folding around Blissy’s tackle and Eliza PLANTED the blonde into the deck like she’d spotted Kylie Sanders available for pouncing.
Landing astride the flattened Olivia, Eliza got directly to business, pounding away with right and left crosses Thesz-style, the Storm buffeted by Eliza’s rain of balled fists. The Blackbird blocked a few with raised forearms but missed a few more and was jarred into a daze.
With her challenger momentarily pacified, Eliza scooted her undercarriage further forward, nuzzling Olivia’s chin into the juncture of her thighs while placing her shins on Dare’s biceps in a domineering Schoolgirl Press.
“Sorry, Liv. I’m the sharp end of the iron these days.”
Castle dropped beside the Songbird and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare used the high ride Eliza’s established to buck her entire frame from chest on down to topple Bliss, shoving her fellow Brit over her head, escaping through the back door. Eliza scrambled to her feet and had some time on her teammate, Dare shaking out accumulated cobwebs with a waggle of her braincase. Olivia made it to a seated position but seemed to stick, blinking her dark eyes wide to bring them into focus.
Meanwhile, Eliza’s running at full capacity against a grappler she knew intimately as one of the best. With her confidence at an all-time high, the sublime soprano went topside, heading up the nearest buckles. She turned and waited on her perch for Olivia to rise, content in the belief she could turn sheer surprise into Sheer Bliss.
Olivia gathered her resources and shoved to her feet. With her partner nowhere in sight, Dare spun to her six and was greeted with a leaping Bliss already incoming on the Oncoming.
With Eliza balling into a tuck and reaching for Olivia’s noggin as she neared, the former World Champion pivoted and swept the current one by. Bliss crashed and burned after an empty swipe to her side to make something out of her attempt at Sheer Bliss.
Eliza landed on her knees then faceplanted, her flawless features used by her body as a brake. The Songbird tumbled over in a somersault onto her back to end the disastrous turn of events.
Knowing how quickly her partner might regain her bearings, Olivia fought through her aftereffects and pushed to her feet. With Bliss rolling to her chest and pushing toward hands and knees, Olivia dove atop her partner, thumping the champ flat to the canvas.
“I know your book,” Olivia whispered in her partner’s ear, already fast at work grapevining her legs around those of her fellow Blackbird. In substantial control of Eliza’s squirming lower limbs courtesy her own sinewy stems, Dare added a Chinlock to fashion her signature Dare Snare.
And the fans, who’ve been mostly split down the middle, seemed to seep in small degree toward Dare’s faction, cheering on the challenger as she jerked the Songbird’s braincase from side to side, spreading Eliza’s legs wider with the grapevines to prevent Bliss working up any sort of base from which to rise.
“Now, YOU can quit,” Olivia purred. “I can stay in this position all day.”
Eliza dug her nails into the canvas and tried to pull her way to the ropes in front of her, but with her legs taken away from helping with any propulsion, it’s just not working and if Dare keeps working her like a part-time job, she might have a half-dozen cricks in her neck for the rest of her non-titleholding career.
Figuring it might be her only chance to escape the Snare, Blissy shifted left then threw her bodyweight right, rolling the Blackbird pile-up in a 180 with Dare still in control but on her back and, more importantly, her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia released her grip and grapevines to slide out from under to avoid the pin-fall. Dare corralled the champ and drew Bliss up with her in a Front Facelock.
Fully aware that she’ll have to use up every bit of the champ’s deep reserves, ‘Liv drove a single Kneelift into Eliza’s breadbasket, then transitioned from the Facelock to a Double Underhook. Hands locked tight, she wrenched her countrywoman back n’ forth whilst delivering several more Kneelifts, Dare timing her blows to make sure she always struck the brunette’s chest or belly. After a dozen good shots in half as many seconds, the Oncoming Storm set her feet, dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the other Blackbird up, over and down courtesy of a beautiful Double Underhook Suplex. Bliss hit hard but didn’t get to do more than shudder before Dare floated over into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rXtSm-uW9U
ONE…
TWO…
Eliza shot a shoulder off the canvas, more importantly, she reached for the blonde’s face, her fingers curled into that wicked ‘C’ shaped claw. Olivia’s reaction wasn’t quite casual, though the deftness with which she caught the brunette’s wrist might’ve suggested otherwise. Squeezing Blissy’s wrist in both hands, she pulled it up then slammed it down repeatedly, Dare THWHUMPING Eliza’s hand against the deck like it was a serpent she meant to bludgeon to death.
“You know better than that, ‘Liza.” Olivia noted in the midst of using a Knucklelock to haul Eliza to boot leather. “Come at me with the Note too soon and I’ll make you pay for it.”
“Don’t get cocky, Dare.” Bliss huffed while trying to regain her bearings. “We both know I can make you quit with AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Olivia wrenched Eliza’s trapped arm out away from her torso, leaving the limb exposed when she twisted in and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut against the underside of opposing bicep.
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B0Xo8WaIkY
The Superlative Soprano turned away, took a knee and forced herself right back up. More than willing to face her partner in an Uppercut Duel, Blissy came in hard and fast but apparently Dare wasn’t interested in a one for one exchange because she dipped beneath the strike as neat as you please. Rounding on her brunette the instant she was clear, the former World Champ whipped around on her right heel, hopped up and THWHACKED Eliza’s chin with a beautiful Super Kick! Bliss went down in a flat sprawl so Dare dropped alongside, hooked the far leg and rolled into a snug Back Press good for the…
SPINNING SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6H1VzpyaQw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza saved her reign with half a second to spare, the woozy battler rolling onto her belly to prevent a follow up cover. Olivia made no move to stop her, indeed her used the lull to take a deep breath and tuck some loose hair behind her ears. Once that was done she collected Eliza at chin and ear and peeled her off the mat in stages. Muting her usual inclination toward trash talk, the limber blonde helped herself to a Wristlock which she used to sling the discombobulated diva into the far corner, where she BWUUUNGED spine-first against the buckles.
The low, unpleasant thrum of this collision was still echoing in the fillings of some ringside FAWNatics when Olivia raced in and put Blissy’s head on a swivel with a huge Forearm Smash! The Briton’s knees went sludgy and she collapsed against Dare in a drunken clinch that might’ve been a straight up face-plant if her foe decided to step aside. But Olivia wrapped the brunette up tight and stuffed her butt snug against the middle buckle. Far from an act of compassion, ‘Liv took the second rope in both hands, reared back and plowed forward, just DRIVING her shoulder into Eliza’s bare midriff.
Credit the resilience of the Renaissance Woman, she looped a loose arm around Olivia’s hips and made her friend pay for the encroachment with several overhand Forearm Smashes to the lower back. Impressive to be sure, alas not all that effective in the grand scheme of things as Olivia simply redoubled her Shoulderblock efforts until Bliss’s legs gave out again and she was plopped on her tush with her shoulders resting against the bottom rope. Satisfied with her efforts, the Storm spun around and raced to the far corner where she hopped onto the middle buckle used it to for an about-face that didn’t cost her any speed. Pace quickened by the thunderous support of her fans, Olivia raced down her own back-trail and dropped to a skidding seat to THAWHACK her right forearm into the brunette’s chest.
SLIDING DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1efR8rwsv8
Crushed in place by the Sliding Dare, Eliza could only gape as the challenger grabbed her by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring. Once they were well clear of the ropes she forced Bliss’s ankles up over her head and dropped into a seat on the diva’s upturned calves to keep her glued to the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza uncoiled like a superlative spring, sending her opponent to all fours in the knick of time. Careful to keep her expression neutral in the wake of Bliss’s escape, Olivia got to her feet and circled around into Eliza’s blind spot. She never actually said a word, but the competitive vibes must’ve been off the charts because Bliss clambered to one knee almost at once and back to her feet promptly thereafter. Startled by Dare’s absence, the brunette spun around just in time to watch the challenger shoot in for a Double Leg Takedown that deposited her on the thinly-sheathed plywood. The drop bounced the back of Eliza’s head off the mat, adding several more constellations to the galaxies spinning behind her eyes.
Elsewhere Dare did some spinning of her own, a quick do-si-do around the Songbird’s right leg that left it snug against Olivia’s left calf. Catching her friend’s left ankle as she came off the rotation, the blonde straightened Blissy’s leg, molded the bent gam into the crooked part of the ‘4’ and dropped to a seat.
“EEEEEERRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Eliza sat bolt upright the instant Dare completed her Figure Four, the lissome brunette burying both hands in her hair in an effort to spread out the pain.
Down on the other end, Olivia braced her hands against the canvas and raised her butt by a good six inches or so. Doing so caused a tremble in her arms sooner than later, but the Storm forced herself to hold on for another ten seconds, Olivia going so far as to hoist herself up n’ down in a series of miniature sit-ups. Catching her breath once she’d returned to terra firma, Dare flipped hair off her face and said, “Break the hold, ‘Liza. Break it or cede the spotlight to me.”
Eliza, who’d already waved off Nick Castle, reset her hands and shook her head ‘no’. “No way in hell, ‘Liv. You had a legendary run at the top of this place, but now it’s MY name on the marq--”
Olivia boosted herself again and Eliza crumpled to her back, both hands pressed against her face to blot out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Renaissance Woman shot a shoulder up with such force she turned Olivia onto one hip! They teetered there for a moment, the opera aficionados and the storm chasers all holding their breath until-- Olivia twitched her steely stems and they tumbled back to start, Eliza now hunched forward and prizing at the gammy knot.
“I’ll always go in awe OF you, Eliza. But I’ll never be awed BY you. The prima diva nonsense might work on everyone else, however if you beat me it’ll be the work of Eliza Bliss, the wrestler.”
Eliza shook her head, drew a deep breath and let it out slow. “Olivia, please don’t take it personally when I say you can be an insufferable bytch sometimes.”
“I learn from the best, luv.”
“Ahhh, so you ARE an understudy!”
“Are you really going to say that when I’ve got your legs WHOOOAAHH EERRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Bliss twisted her hips violently, the sudden shift *just* enough to roll both Brits onto their bellies. Only now it was the Oncoming Storm clawing at her hair or the mat, anything to alleviate the strain of this brand new Deathlock. The champ didn’t bother saying a word, she merely poured on as much pressure as quickly as she could, damned well knowing that Olivia would try to roll them or crawl to the ropes much sooner than later.
“Sing for me, sweetheart,” Blissy grunted, biting her lower lip as she spreads out her arms, palms flat to the canvas to stabilize her position. Looking off into the space in front of her, she coulf feel her partner struggling furiously to set the duo back in the proper alignment…according to Dare. Eliza, blind to her foe’s squirming, enjoyed the new normal just fine and she flexed her thighs to send another pulse into the gams of the suffering Storm.
As Castle got down in the face of the snorting, mewling Olivia, asking if she wants to give, it’s the cheeky Eliza who reached to the nearby ropes and latched onto them to gain more leverage with which she could amp the pressure and gain the submission.
Olivia howled from the added force to the overturned figure-four. Unsure how Bliss could get THAT much out of her leglock, Dare twisted her head to catch a glance of Eliza pushing the boundaries of legality.
“Bytch!” Olivia shouted.
Nick’s gaze was naturally turned in the direction of the champ from the exclamation and he shook his head in disappointment.
“E…LIE…ZAHH,” the man shouted.
The disappointed tone told Bliss she’s busted. Still, the slender soprano kept her palms wrapped around the cable, wringing what she could out of the advantage until the count comes and it reached ‘FOUR’. Finally releasing her grip, she also unlocked her legs from Olivia and slowly pushed to her feet as Dare worked at some of the knots in her lower limbs.
Eliza did a little shake of her stems as well to move some blood around and when she returned to a now kneeling Olivia, a genuflecting Bliss delivered an Uppercut Throat Thrust to Dare. The Storm remained on her haunches but she gasped for air, grasping at the neck, already flushed face turning rosier.
Latching onto Olivia with a Front Facelock, the diva pulled Dare to her feet, slipping her head under one of the Brit’s limp arms. Dipping, Eliza pressed her palm into Olivia’s frame and heaved the slender Storm high into the Orlando night, the soles of Dare’s boots nearly point to the rafters for a moment as the dirty blonde went flying over a shoulder of the champion.
With an arm still encased around the noggin of the challenger, Blissy assisted gravity on the way down for her partner and she PLANTED Dare on the deck with a brilliant Suplex Cutter.
SUPLEX CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtvaXqCp-TU
Eliza’s partner slopped over to her back from the force of the impact and a spinning Bliss dove atop her foe in a Crossbody Pin. The Songbird collected the far leg of her fellow Englishwoman, cradling Dare’s knee to her chest.
The ever-attentive Castle was quick on the draw with his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Olivia managed to shoot a shoulder up and turn to her side.
“You’ll have to…do better,” Dare huffed in pieces.
On her hands and knees next to her partner, Bliss replied coolly, “I will.”
The superlative soprano wrapped Dare’s braincase within her hands and tugged the reeling Blackbird up as she rose. Olivia released a Forearm Shiver that forced the startled Bliss back a step. But the champ came right at her partner, stepping back to Dare and wrapping a right arm around the front of her teammate’s chest.
Eliza threw Olivia backward, dipping to a knee as she did so she could THUMP Dare’s vertebrae into the bony joint. The Storm bounced off the collision and Bliss instantly used the momentum to draw Olivia forward. She laid out full force, sticking the Reverse STO that completed Encore! Encore!
ENCORE! ENCORE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
Olivia’s dark eyes were dulled from the impact of her forehead to canvas when she bounced up to all fours, seemingly unsure if she’s in central Florida or central London.
From behind, Eliza mounted her partner like an English filly, her alabaster legs pressing into Olivia’s ribs. The diva locked her feet below the flat, gulping tummy of the Storm, cinching the Bodyscissors in tight, drawing a guttural groan from the dirty blonde.
Determined to get Dare off her tottering base, Blissy threw her bodyweight to the right and Olivia flopped in that direction ending on her side, stuck between the tightening, constrictor-like lower limbs of the superlative soprano.
Curling her body close to Olivia’s back while keeping the Scissors cinched, Eliza tried to spin the Storm’s body within her churning stems so she could get ready access to her challenger’s maw, force her lips open with a squeeze of her foe’s roiling tummy and THRUST her Cleft Note deep into Olivia’s mandible.
Understanding what Bliss was trying to accomplish is one thing, but Olivia found stopping it quite another and slowly she was turned 45 degrees, enough to offer Eliza’s curled digits access IF she could slip them between Dare’s lips. Eliza growled and grimaced as she tightened the leggy noose, trying to force Olivia to gasp for breath and thus wedge her talons in. But the stubborn Storm’s lips were pursed and she brought artillery to bear, swinging back elbows with her near arm and wild haymakers with her far.
The fury didn’t stop Bliss from digging her thighs deep into Liv’s belly and backbone but while under the assault, Eliza failed to capitalize on a couple opportunities, Dare’s lips parting on particularly painful squeezes. Her offense provided enough of a deterrent and cover for the Songbird to come up short on her efforts to bring the Note to fruition.
With bruises on her protecting forearms accumulating and her frustration building, Eliza released the Scissors and let Dare roll free from within the limbs. Both women scrambled to their feet, the diva reaching vertical a tick before her partner and behind her. As Olivia turned with a Clothesline rising, Eliza stomped on the left set of toes of Dare’s boot and Olivia couldn’t help but reflexively yelp in pain.
It’s all the chance required, a little catty trickeration proving more successful than brute force when Eliza was able to shove her digits into Olivia’s mouth, curl the fingers in a hook, and dig them deep into the Storm’s lower palate.
Rasping and gurgling, Olivia’s peepers bugging, Dare grasped at the right wrist of her fellow Blackbird, caught in a panic she swore prior to the match she’d not fall into.
THINK. Olivia screamed inside her head. THINK.
On the far end of that dangerous claw, Eliza nodded in determination as she felt the wobble develop in her friend’s knees. “Submit, ‘Liv.” she demanded. “There’s still a chance to leave this ring on your fee-”
The Oncoming Storm grabbed hold of Bliss’s clawin’ wrist, stepped back as far as she could and kicked her right leg up to wedge that foot against the side of Eliza’s face. Straightening her leg forced Eliza’s claw from her gullet, but Dare didn’t bother to celebrate. Rather she went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back, jerking the startled Blackbird forward and down into a huge helping of Sole Food!
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPCjMf52hqM
Gorged to the point of dizziness following the sudden feast, Eliza reeled away in a drunken stagger that would’ve gone on a lot longer if she hadn’t stumbled into the strands. Elsewhere, Olivia clambered to boot-leather, noted the glassy look in her friend’s eyes and made for the ropes at unsafe speeds. The European Uppercut she unleashed might’ve split the Renaissance Woman’s chin if Eliza hadn’t doubled over and drove her shoulder into Olivia’s belly at the very last second. Dare doubled over, then let out a startled shriek when Bliss straightened up to hurl her from the squared circle with a gorgeous Back Body NO!
The blonde proved her Battle Royale bona fides with a one-handed catch of the top rope that allowed her to land in relative comfort on the apron directly behind Blissy. Roars from all over the arena told Eliza something was amiss and she whirled around armed with a Cleft Note ready for ‘Liv’s “NNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Olivia caught her in with a gorgeous Roundhouse, her spiffy black wrestling boot just caroming off Bliss’s forehead with an ungodly THWHACK! All the strength ran out of the champ’s legs and she took a knee, or at least started to. She was still in mid-descent when Dare reached over the ropes and snatched hold of her hair. Another handful of waistband let her drag the Songbird back to vertical and simple Front Facelock earned worried buzz from the throng as they wondered just what the Blackbird might do to earn her second World Championship. Olivia already knew the answer and she shared it with everyone when she bent her knees and hauled Eliza overhead for diva-demolishing Suplex to the floo-THUNK!
Bliss brought her right up, driving it into the crown of her partner’s skull. Surprised by the resistance, Olivia returned Blissy to the mat and promptly ate a huge European Uppercut for her troubles! A second and third followed shortly thereafter, each successive blow putting more wobble in the challenger’s pert backside.
“Oh no,” Eliza huffed after grabbing Dare’s biceps. “Don’t think I’m coming out to scrape you up off the floor.”
Olivia muttered something insensible, then yelped in displeasure when Bliss wheeled around and trapped the other Briton’s biceps beneath her armpits. Bearing down on Dare’s wrists until her knuckles showed white, Eliza marched away from the ropes, which dragged the protesting challenger up and over until she was stretched out parallel to the canvas with ankles hooked precariously over the top rope. Too exhausted to hit a high note, Eliza took a giant step forward and dropped to her butt to THAWHUMP Olivia down flat on her face, chest and belly with a thunderous rope-hung Decrescendo!
Flopping Dare onto her back the instant she’d spun to one knee, Blissy crawled forward, hooked both legs behind the knee and planted every bit of weight on Olivia’s chest so Castle and the FAWNatics could count to…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Victorious once more, the Superlative Soprano let loose of the cover and rolled over onto all fours while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Nick arrived on the heels of this proclamation but Eliza barely noticed, she was helping Olivia sit up. “You ok, ‘Liv?”
Dare groaned, put a hand to her forehead. “I’ll be better when the room stops spinning.” A pause. “Did you hang me from the ropes to hit the Decrescendo?”
“Like it? Saved it special for you.”
“You’re an awful tart, ‘Liza.”
“I learned from the best.” she answered with a smirk. “Now stand up so I can raise your hand.”
“Bollocks. Winner’s the one that gets her hand raised.”
With that they rose, blonde and brunette leaning against one another until their legs steadied out. “Beautiful work.” Olivia said after a short hug. “Never been prouder to share a ring with you.”
Eliza offered her a weary smile. “Don’t steal my lines, understudNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Someone hit the champ from behind, a massive Shoulderblock that drove Eliza’s forehead between Olivia’s eyes in an unintentional Headbutt. The Blackbirds went down hard and when Bliss looked up a few seconds later the ring was full of shadows and fog that may have only existed between her ears. This proved only half true. The fog was a lie, the shadows were not, as Eliza discovered when one of them strolled over and drove a quick Kneelift into her jaw. The champ went sprawling but didn’t get too far before another phantom grabbed hold and hauled her to a seat. Bliss’s confusion, which had grown exponentially in the last ten seconds, dwindled to nothingness when a familiar voice murmured, “You didn’t think a mere ladder would stop me, did you sister?”
“Miranda, you bytch.” Eliza gurgled. “What do you think you’re doGUURRHHHK!”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Wainright secured a Half Nelson on the brunette’s right arm, grabbed that wrist and drew it across the Englishwoman’s throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. “What am I doing?” the Messiah of Misery purred. “Sermonizing, of course. And giving our newest member a chance to introduce herself.”
Miranda twisted in a quarter circle, thus allowing Eliza a much better view of the brunette waiting in the wings while Tiffany Mayes and Adelaide Brewster peeled Olivia off the mat. Miranda’s new recruit stood about 5’8 and weighed perhaps one hundred and fifty pounds. She was a brunette now, but she’d been a redhead the last time Bliss laid eyes on her. Not that the change hampered Eliza’s identification in the slightest, one didn’t tend to forget a genuine lunatic. “Sister Helena!” Miranda called in her eerie, lilting singsong voice. “Would you be so kind as to welcome sweet Olivia into the Gray?”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Helena Graylock, dressed in coal black jeans and an arterial red tank-top, tightened the leather glove on her right hand, then stepped forward and enveloped Dare’s face with a crushing Palm Smother! The Storm struggled gamely, but Adelaide and Tiffany still held her wrists and Helena’s hand might as well have been grafted to her face. In less than ten seconds Olivia was out on her feet, as evidenced by the way Graylock grabbed hold of opposing trunks to keep her upright. Satisfied their newest member had things under control, Brewster and Mayes took a step back, thus giving Helena more than enough room to muscle Dare off her feet with the Palm Smother still in place! Shifting her other hand to the Brit’s defenseless glutes, Miranda’s righteous enforcer twisted in a half circle and dropped to one knee to THAWHAM her prey to the deck with a hellacious Choke Slam! Still holding the smother in the wake of that ring-rattling impact, Helena looked to Miranda and said, “This one has gone deep into the Gray. She will not trouble you for some time.”
GRAYED OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGDEg2USD_E
“Thank you, sister.” Miranda replied. “Tiffany? Adelaide? Shall we?”
TIFFANY MAYES:
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
The Inquisitor and the Weeping Angel closed in the second their leader hauled Eliza to her feet. Infinitely aware of what could happen if these odds were left unchecked, Bliss hammered frantic elbows into Miranda’s side and lashed kicks at the other fanatics, but Miranda held on tight and the champ’s odds went from slim to none when the Malevolent Moralizer sprang up, kicked her legs out and dropped into a sinuous little death roll that put she and Eliza right back on the mat. Pulling Bliss’s head tight against her right thigh, Wainright slipped her left leg up n’ over, crossed her ankles and squeezed hard enough to force an agonized squeal from the World Champion.
SWORDS TO PLOUGHSHARES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHPuTcDwZfk
Reduced to hapless wriggling by Swords to Ploughshares, Eliza mustered no defense when Adelaide seized control of her stems and tied them into a knee-shredding Figure Four Leglock. Balanced neatly on one hand, the Daughter of Darkness hunched forward and applied a claw to the juncture of the Briton’s thighs. “Pace yourself, sister.” Miranda advised over Bliss’s desperate mewling. “You don’t want her to pass out before the grand finale, do you?”
Adelaide released her grip, but punished Bliss’s center with a disdainful swat. Bracing her hands against the mat, she scooted back and hoisted herself up to assure Bliss was stretched taut, her tummy completely defenseless for what came next. “She’s all yours, Tiffany!” Adelaide called to the blonde posted on the top rope. “Make her suffer!”
Facing the crowd, Mayes glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “Preach, sister.” Then she dipped down and launched herself into the void. Curling into a tight ball while simultaneously twisting around in the opposite direction, Tiffany buzz-sawed through 450 degrees worth of Draconian Judgment before she stretched out and THAWHAMMED down across Eliza’s exposed midsection.
PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBJrXWk8kiA
The other Churchgoers released their holds when Tiffany bounced out of the landing, but whereas Miranda moved in for a conversation with Mayes and Graylock, Adelaide continued to circle the fallen champion like a shark that smelled buckets of fresh chum. Seeing this, Miranda stepped away from the others and called, “Adelaide!”
The Daughter of Darkness looked up, her eyes flashing. “Yes?”
“You’re not you when you’re hungry. Please. Eat.”
Brewster did just that, filling her hands with great, greedy handfuls of dark hair as she hauled the wreckage of Eliza Bliss to verticality. Keeping close to make sure the Englishwoman didn’t fall over, Adelaide reached across Eliza’s chest with her left hand, grabbed the champ’s right wrist and pulled it against her own neck. “You might think this a feeding frenzy.” Brewster whispered in Bliss’s ear. “But I promise you… it’s only a taste of what’s to come.” She nipped the lobe of Eliza’s ear, then crouched down, hooked her right arm between the other brunette’s thighs and muscled her up across her shoulders for a Torture Rack.
The FAWNatics (not to mention a whole group of late arriving officials) protested this excessive show of force, unfortunately for Blissy the combined might of the Church of Eternal Midnight held the high ground long enough for Adelaide to kick her legs forward and lay out on her left side, thus PLANTING the back of Eliza’s head and neck on the deck with Blood & Black Lace.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
With Olivia and Eliza reduced to so much quivering rubble, the sinister sisters lined up behind Miranda, who’d produced a microphone somewhere in the confusion. Bringing it to her lips, she concluded the night’s sermon. “Voices crack and songbirds fall… when Midnight comes for one and all.” She lowered the mic and the lights went out. When the came back the Churchgoers were gone, leaving nothing but a pair of crushed Blackbirds as evidence of their presence.
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Already on their feet in anticipation of this all Blackbird clash, the capacity crowd still seemed to jolt into the air when the speakers produced the somnolently aggressive drumbeat of Hooverphonic’s ‘2Wicky’. Their throat-born thunder crashed all the louder when the lithesome Englishwoman appeared atop the stage to greet her fans with an index finger raised high overhead.
OLIVIA DARE:
For her first crack at the World Title in quite some time, the first bendyback Champion of the modern era wore a pair of stormy black bikini briefs edged with silver trim and cut high enough to offer the audience a tantalizing view of her sculpted hips, thighs and calves. The other half of her ensemble included a matching bustier, also done in black and edged with silver. Short black wrestling shoes and silver knee and elbow pads rounded out the rest of her outfit. Thusly greeted, the Oncoming Storm started down the aisle, Olivia offering palms and smiles to all those that reached in her general direction. She was almost to the foot of the aisle when she paused to note a sign:
BET ON BLISS?
I WOULDN’T DARE!
“On any other night that would be a sure bet.” the lissome blonde warrior noted. “Tonight however… I fear Eliza’s epic saga ends in tragedy.”
Continuing her way to the squared circle, Olivia strode up the steps, glided out onto the apron and set her back to the strands. Gifting the whole of the arena with a grin as she draped her arms over the top rope, Olivia dipped her knees and tumbled backward to land on her feet as her anthem reached a crescendo. “Lovely to see you again, Nicholas.” Dare said as Nick Castle set about checking her wrists, elbows and knees. “Ready for the most civilized World Title Match in recent memory?”
Castle didn’t actually snort, though he did arch an eyebrow. “Civilized? As I recall, you two split each other’s bottom lips with European Uppercuts the last time you sparred.”
“Well of course. But we kept name calling and hair pulling to a minimum.”
“Oh, well in that case I can just take the night off.”
“The hell you will. I need you front and center to raise my hand when it’s all over.”
With the Oncoming Storm settling into a holding pattern, waiting for her partner and the World Champion, the FAWNatics sprang to their feet when the house lights faded. The lowered illumination led to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng, which only got louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the gloom. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did next to nothing hide the limber strength of her frame… or the heavy belt strapped around her waist.
Careful not to step on the Superlative Soprano’s favorite solo, the announcer called, “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from London, England! She stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano and the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights, the highest high of soprano superlatives could only hint at the beauty of the operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach the perfect notes of sweet rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
ELIZA BLISS:
The sight greeting the sold out crowd raised a ruckus that *almost* threatens to overpower Eliza’s high notes. In place of her usual black one piece was a set of deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It read simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy blue pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
With the audience enjoying her new togs, Eliza reached back with one hand, snapped the belt loose and flung it over her shoulder before whirling around to head down the ramp. Keeping one hand on the faceplate of her golden prize, Bliss tossed her hair with the other in between crisscrossing the aisle to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface champion, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around the ringside aisle, Bliss quickly climbed the steps, then dips into a deep curtsey as thanked for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to center stage and hoisted the belt one more time, this shove at her partner.
She gave Olivia a cheeky wink before handing it to Castle, who in turn handed it off to an attendant so he could put the champ through a final inspection.
Eliza called over the lead official’s shoulder.
“Enjoy this moment, Blackbird. My time is after the match with you on your back. This is your time.”
Despite the stakes and pride of the wrestlers involved, there was no sign of tension when the bell sounded to summon the Blackbirds from their corners. Why should there be? Eliza Bliss and Olivia Dare had performed this same ritual day after day, night after night for going on seven years. Oh, the venues were humbler and the crowds nonexistent, but their game never changed. Slowing to a stop in front of the only woman she deemed worthy to share her spotlight, the World Champion offered her challenger a faint smile and an extended hand.
“Protect yourself, ‘Liv. It wouldn’t do to have you carted out of here like any old chorus girl, now would it?”
Olivia Dare snorted, returned the brunette’s handshake. “Could say the same to you, ‘Liza. Be a terrible shame to let the understudy steal your stage away on such a grand night.”
Bliss’s smile widened even as she tugged the willowy blonde in close. The crowd ‘oooohhhhed’ in anticipation of a nose-to-nose verbal joust, but Eliza only leaned in to whisper, “Iron sharpens iron.”
“Iron sharpens iron.” Dare repeated.
Ritual complete, they broke apart and began to circle one another in an ever tightening corkscrew. It took four full rotations for their fingertips to brush. When they did, blonde and brunette lunged into a Collar & Elbow so crisp it looked magnetized. No stalemate here, the pair was immediately on the move, stamping around in erratic little circles and figure eights as each gained and lost control of the proceedings half a dozen times in the first ten seconds. Though their fingers were snug against the nape of the other woman’s neck, neither Brit considered a hair-pull for so much as a second. For one, such a tacky approach wasn’t appropriate against one’s partner. For two, such a shortcut was tantamount to a submission of sorts and neither Dare nor Bliss had any intention of surrendering tonight.
Of course the game always changed and when it did, it happened in the blink of an eye.
One second Eliza’s hands were at Olivia’s neck and left elbow. The next they’d slid to the Storm’s left wrist and pointed that hand back at her shoulder in a Top Wristlock. Dare’s grimace was like a flash of sunlight on the lake, bright, hot and gone in an instant. Neutralizing the worst of the pain by clasping her hands, Olivia set feet and leaned forward only to find herself bridging backward when Bliss leaaaaaaaaaned into her personal space.
Quietly appreciative as the champ dropped into a deep crouch that forced the challenger into a high bridge, Nick Castle let the crown of Dare’s skull rest on the mat for perhaps five seconds before he tested the waters with an admittedly teasing question. “What do you say, ‘Liv? Need me to call for the bell?”
“Eliza, be so kind as to glare at the senior official, would you?”
Bliss smirked, shook her head ‘no’. “And just GIVE you an easy opening? Oh no dear Olivia, I fear you’ll have to work harder than--”
Dare forced her way out of the trap, returning to full verticality in a sort of sinewy slow motion that served as an excellent reminder of the phenomenal strength of her legs and core. Eliza moved a foot back to act as a brace against her friend’s encroachment, but now it was Dare who changed the game. Releasing her right hand from the self-inflicted clamp, she put her back to the Superlative Soprano and dropped to one knee. From there she planted her hand on the mat and pulled forward and down to flip Bliss onto her back with a neat little Wristlock Takedown.
Eliza landed with a heavy THUMP but would’ve been up in a trice if Dare hadn’t barred her right arm and wedged a knee against the side of her noggin. “This wing currently belongs to me, ‘Liza, dear.” Olivia observed after a possessive squeeze of her brunette’s shoulder. “I advise you to take it back before I do something untoward with it.”
Bliss rolled her eyes, pivoted to a seat and made Dare pay for the control by stuffing her free hand under the blonde’s chin. “Break your grip, ‘Liv.” the champ demanded after a few rude seconds. “Unless you want me to stuff a Cleft Note in that pretty mouth this early in the sh--”
Dare swatted the hand away, pivoted around behind her brunette and deftly pinned Eliza’s captured wing between her torso and left arm. Gripping her own right wrist to keep her arms in a snug loop, Olivia threaded her left leg over the champ’s left thigh and pulled back, drawing it away from her body at an awkward angle. “Might be a bit more difficult to secure that particular grip from such an angle, luv.” Olivia teased. “But if it’s a claw you’re after.” She curled her right hand into a claw and dug into Eliza’s left flank, directly below her breast. In the same breath she tugged back on the Armbar to put unpleasant pressure on the champion’s shoulder.
ARMBAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZA56rVi5WY
It was hardly enough to make her shriek, in truth the Renaissance Woman didn’t even groan, but Castle saw the pain flick across her face and knew the hold was in deep. “Eliza? You ok?”
“First rate, Nicholas. Don’t disturb me, please.”
Olivia knew damned well not to ask her friend and rival for a surrender this early on, but she did take the opportunity to offer a warning. “I won’t break this until you make me, Eliza. And if you can’t make me? I’ll take more and more and more.” The former World Champion demonstrated this point by sliding her right hand down to grip Eliza’s exposed tummy.
Shaking her head more from irritation than pain, Bliss tried to turn into the Armbar, realized the blonde’s leg was blocking her progress. To that end she crooked her left arm into a ‘V’ and began to grind, gnash and occasionally stab her elbow against the length of Dare’s boot-sheathed shin. Olivia grit her teeth, gouged her fingers deeper into the Superlative Soprano’s midriff. “You’re going to pay a heavy price, dear.”
“Would you rather I undid your laces instead?”
“That’s just unbecomOW!”
Bliss delivered her sharpest elbow yet and even the protection of Dare’s boot wasn’t enough to stop pain from racing all the way up to her hip. She jerked her leg away immediately thereafter and Eliza just as quickly twisted into the Armbar. It didn’t end the blonde’s control on the limb (or her tummy for that matter) it did however give Eliza a clear shot at Olivia’s face, which she promptly pinked with one, two, three eye-watering SLAPS! Hard as they were, Dare didn’t let go! She only splayed her claw wider, all the better to gouge the tip of her index finger into the brunette’s navel. Eliza grunted, slapped Olivia’s cheek a fourth time, then took her bottom lip between thumb and forefinger and gave it a sharp twist!
“You know I can get the Cleft Note from here, luv.” she warned. “Don’t make me go hunting this OOFFFHH!”
Dare released the belly claw, drew back and pumped a single punch deep into her opponent’s tummy. Eliza gaped, released the pincer on Olivia’s lip and answered with a straight Forearm Smash to the point of the Storm’s chin! The challenger groaned and shifted heavily to one knee, her defenses momentarily forgotten in an effort to keep upright. This proved ineffective as Eliza locked both hands behind her head and slid away to stretch the other bendyback out on her belly. Cupping her hands under Dare’s cheek the second she was prone, Bliss pressed the crown of her skull to the mat and tumbled forward in a quick, low somersault that ended with both feet planted flat and Olivia’s head wrenched backward in a gorgeous Chancery.
FLIPPING CHANCERY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
“I’m not going to ask you for a submission just yet, dearest.” Eliza promised as she jostled and bounced the hold. “But I won’t break it until you make me. And if you don’t make me…” the Songbird rose onto tiptoe, increasing the torque of the stretch. “…I’ll take more and more and more.”
Eliza, having verbally one-upped her partner, wrenched away on the Storm until her bridge above the grimacing Dare began to wobble, her legs quaking under the strain of keeping herself in place and working Olivia over.
Bliss made herself a liar by flipping back the way she’d come and reestablishing the Front Chancery with which she’d begun. The dirty blonde started to retort but Blissy twisted her foe’s neck and drew Dare up with her as she rose.
“Yeah,” the champ grunted, “I broke it before you made me. So sue me.”
Keeping her fellow Blackbird bent over, Bliss sent some rapid-fire knees into Olivia’s forehead, Eliza bouncing from one leg to the next as if she were some abusive aerobics teacher, NAILING Dare with a right knee then a left. One-two, one-two, the bony joints clunked into the challenger’s cranium, until Bliss delivered a full ten-spot before releasing her grip around the back of her current frenemy’s neck.
Olivia wobbled, punch-drunk. She rose closer to full vertical in front of the impressed diva.
“I knew you had a hard head,” Eliza marvels, “but damn girl.”
Bliss vaulted off the canvas and clipped her tag partner with an Enzugiri to her left temple that finally leveled the stubborn Englishwoman, the soprano landing deftly next to her, Olivia ending on her chest. Dare’s eyes were glassy as she pushed up on her forearms to at least get her face off the canvas.
But Bliss mounted her friend in a forward-facing straddle of one leg to keep the former World Champion matbound. Curling the opposite stem forward, Bliss slipped her body behind and beneath to make sure the limb was pinned in a growing arc, the Superlative Soprano pressing the leg further forward by the second to increase the pain.
When in range, the champ added a Crossface grip to secure her Leg-Hook Camel Clutch and savagely work another submission on her Blackbird teammate.
;EG-HOOK CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jna2d61Np-I
“NOW, you can quit,” Eliza informed. “I can stay in this position all day.”
As it turns out, the Songbird couldn’t as Olivia, understanding a little rule breaking might be necessary in this circumstance, reached up and curled her fingers around Eliza’s lush, dark locks and used them to yank Bliss out of her mounted position, Eliza somersaulting off the Oncoming Storm to maintain most of her mane.
The World titleholder rolled to her feet out of the tumble and spun to face her groaning but rising challenger. The diva turned it up a notch, racing at the ascending Storm and burying a shoulder into the slender waist of her countrywoman. Olivia’s torn off the deck by the Spear, Dare folding around Blissy’s tackle and Eliza PLANTED the blonde into the deck like she’d spotted Kylie Sanders available for pouncing.
Landing astride the flattened Olivia, Eliza got directly to business, pounding away with right and left crosses Thesz-style, the Storm buffeted by Eliza’s rain of balled fists. The Blackbird blocked a few with raised forearms but missed a few more and was jarred into a daze.
With her challenger momentarily pacified, Eliza scooted her undercarriage further forward, nuzzling Olivia’s chin into the juncture of her thighs while placing her shins on Dare’s biceps in a domineering Schoolgirl Press.
“Sorry, Liv. I’m the sharp end of the iron these days.”
Castle dropped beside the Songbird and slapped the canvas for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Dare used the high ride Eliza’s established to buck her entire frame from chest on down to topple Bliss, shoving her fellow Brit over her head, escaping through the back door. Eliza scrambled to her feet and had some time on her teammate, Dare shaking out accumulated cobwebs with a waggle of her braincase. Olivia made it to a seated position but seemed to stick, blinking her dark eyes wide to bring them into focus.
Meanwhile, Eliza’s running at full capacity against a grappler she knew intimately as one of the best. With her confidence at an all-time high, the sublime soprano went topside, heading up the nearest buckles. She turned and waited on her perch for Olivia to rise, content in the belief she could turn sheer surprise into Sheer Bliss.
Olivia gathered her resources and shoved to her feet. With her partner nowhere in sight, Dare spun to her six and was greeted with a leaping Bliss already incoming on the Oncoming.
With Eliza balling into a tuck and reaching for Olivia’s noggin as she neared, the former World Champion pivoted and swept the current one by. Bliss crashed and burned after an empty swipe to her side to make something out of her attempt at Sheer Bliss.
Eliza landed on her knees then faceplanted, her flawless features used by her body as a brake. The Songbird tumbled over in a somersault onto her back to end the disastrous turn of events.
Knowing how quickly her partner might regain her bearings, Olivia fought through her aftereffects and pushed to her feet. With Bliss rolling to her chest and pushing toward hands and knees, Olivia dove atop her partner, thumping the champ flat to the canvas.
“I know your book,” Olivia whispered in her partner’s ear, already fast at work grapevining her legs around those of her fellow Blackbird. In substantial control of Eliza’s squirming lower limbs courtesy her own sinewy stems, Dare added a Chinlock to fashion her signature Dare Snare.
And the fans, who’ve been mostly split down the middle, seemed to seep in small degree toward Dare’s faction, cheering on the challenger as she jerked the Songbird’s braincase from side to side, spreading Eliza’s legs wider with the grapevines to prevent Bliss working up any sort of base from which to rise.
“Now, YOU can quit,” Olivia purred. “I can stay in this position all day.”
Eliza dug her nails into the canvas and tried to pull her way to the ropes in front of her, but with her legs taken away from helping with any propulsion, it’s just not working and if Dare keeps working her like a part-time job, she might have a half-dozen cricks in her neck for the rest of her non-titleholding career.
Figuring it might be her only chance to escape the Snare, Blissy shifted left then threw her bodyweight right, rolling the Blackbird pile-up in a 180 with Dare still in control but on her back and, more importantly, her shoulders for…
ONE…
TWO…
Olivia released her grip and grapevines to slide out from under to avoid the pin-fall. Dare corralled the champ and drew Bliss up with her in a Front Facelock.
Fully aware that she’ll have to use up every bit of the champ’s deep reserves, ‘Liv drove a single Kneelift into Eliza’s breadbasket, then transitioned from the Facelock to a Double Underhook. Hands locked tight, she wrenched her countrywoman back n’ forth whilst delivering several more Kneelifts, Dare timing her blows to make sure she always struck the brunette’s chest or belly. After a dozen good shots in half as many seconds, the Oncoming Storm set her feet, dipped her knees and popped her hips to take the other Blackbird up, over and down courtesy of a beautiful Double Underhook Suplex. Bliss hit hard but didn’t get to do more than shudder before Dare floated over into a Lateral Press and hooked the far leg for…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rXtSm-uW9U
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TWO…
Eliza shot a shoulder off the canvas, more importantly, she reached for the blonde’s face, her fingers curled into that wicked ‘C’ shaped claw. Olivia’s reaction wasn’t quite casual, though the deftness with which she caught the brunette’s wrist might’ve suggested otherwise. Squeezing Blissy’s wrist in both hands, she pulled it up then slammed it down repeatedly, Dare THWHUMPING Eliza’s hand against the deck like it was a serpent she meant to bludgeon to death.
“You know better than that, ‘Liza.” Olivia noted in the midst of using a Knucklelock to haul Eliza to boot leather. “Come at me with the Note too soon and I’ll make you pay for it.”
“Don’t get cocky, Dare.” Bliss huffed while trying to regain her bearings. “We both know I can make you quit with AAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Olivia wrenched Eliza’s trapped arm out away from her torso, leaving the limb exposed when she twisted in and THWHAPPED a European Uppercut against the underside of opposing bicep.
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-B0Xo8WaIkY
The Superlative Soprano turned away, took a knee and forced herself right back up. More than willing to face her partner in an Uppercut Duel, Blissy came in hard and fast but apparently Dare wasn’t interested in a one for one exchange because she dipped beneath the strike as neat as you please. Rounding on her brunette the instant she was clear, the former World Champ whipped around on her right heel, hopped up and THWHACKED Eliza’s chin with a beautiful Super Kick! Bliss went down in a flat sprawl so Dare dropped alongside, hooked the far leg and rolled into a snug Back Press good for the…
SPINNING SUPER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6H1VzpyaQw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza saved her reign with half a second to spare, the woozy battler rolling onto her belly to prevent a follow up cover. Olivia made no move to stop her, indeed her used the lull to take a deep breath and tuck some loose hair behind her ears. Once that was done she collected Eliza at chin and ear and peeled her off the mat in stages. Muting her usual inclination toward trash talk, the limber blonde helped herself to a Wristlock which she used to sling the discombobulated diva into the far corner, where she BWUUUNGED spine-first against the buckles.
The low, unpleasant thrum of this collision was still echoing in the fillings of some ringside FAWNatics when Olivia raced in and put Blissy’s head on a swivel with a huge Forearm Smash! The Briton’s knees went sludgy and she collapsed against Dare in a drunken clinch that might’ve been a straight up face-plant if her foe decided to step aside. But Olivia wrapped the brunette up tight and stuffed her butt snug against the middle buckle. Far from an act of compassion, ‘Liv took the second rope in both hands, reared back and plowed forward, just DRIVING her shoulder into Eliza’s bare midriff.
Credit the resilience of the Renaissance Woman, she looped a loose arm around Olivia’s hips and made her friend pay for the encroachment with several overhand Forearm Smashes to the lower back. Impressive to be sure, alas not all that effective in the grand scheme of things as Olivia simply redoubled her Shoulderblock efforts until Bliss’s legs gave out again and she was plopped on her tush with her shoulders resting against the bottom rope. Satisfied with her efforts, the Storm spun around and raced to the far corner where she hopped onto the middle buckle used it to for an about-face that didn’t cost her any speed. Pace quickened by the thunderous support of her fans, Olivia raced down her own back-trail and dropped to a skidding seat to THAWHACK her right forearm into the brunette’s chest.
SLIDING DARE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=K1efR8rwsv8
Crushed in place by the Sliding Dare, Eliza could only gape as the challenger grabbed her by the ankles and draaaaaaaaaaaaaagged her into the middle of the ring. Once they were well clear of the ropes she forced Bliss’s ankles up over her head and dropped into a seat on the diva’s upturned calves to keep her glued to the canvas for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Eliza uncoiled like a superlative spring, sending her opponent to all fours in the knick of time. Careful to keep her expression neutral in the wake of Bliss’s escape, Olivia got to her feet and circled around into Eliza’s blind spot. She never actually said a word, but the competitive vibes must’ve been off the charts because Bliss clambered to one knee almost at once and back to her feet promptly thereafter. Startled by Dare’s absence, the brunette spun around just in time to watch the challenger shoot in for a Double Leg Takedown that deposited her on the thinly-sheathed plywood. The drop bounced the back of Eliza’s head off the mat, adding several more constellations to the galaxies spinning behind her eyes.
Elsewhere Dare did some spinning of her own, a quick do-si-do around the Songbird’s right leg that left it snug against Olivia’s left calf. Catching her friend’s left ankle as she came off the rotation, the blonde straightened Blissy’s leg, molded the bent gam into the crooked part of the ‘4’ and dropped to a seat.
“EEEEEERRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!” Eliza sat bolt upright the instant Dare completed her Figure Four, the lissome brunette burying both hands in her hair in an effort to spread out the pain.
Down on the other end, Olivia braced her hands against the canvas and raised her butt by a good six inches or so. Doing so caused a tremble in her arms sooner than later, but the Storm forced herself to hold on for another ten seconds, Olivia going so far as to hoist herself up n’ down in a series of miniature sit-ups. Catching her breath once she’d returned to terra firma, Dare flipped hair off her face and said, “Break the hold, ‘Liza. Break it or cede the spotlight to me.”
Eliza, who’d already waved off Nick Castle, reset her hands and shook her head ‘no’. “No way in hell, ‘Liv. You had a legendary run at the top of this place, but now it’s MY name on the marq--”
Olivia boosted herself again and Eliza crumpled to her back, both hands pressed against her face to blot out the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The Renaissance Woman shot a shoulder up with such force she turned Olivia onto one hip! They teetered there for a moment, the opera aficionados and the storm chasers all holding their breath until-- Olivia twitched her steely stems and they tumbled back to start, Eliza now hunched forward and prizing at the gammy knot.
“I’ll always go in awe OF you, Eliza. But I’ll never be awed BY you. The prima diva nonsense might work on everyone else, however if you beat me it’ll be the work of Eliza Bliss, the wrestler.”
Eliza shook her head, drew a deep breath and let it out slow. “Olivia, please don’t take it personally when I say you can be an insufferable bytch sometimes.”
“I learn from the best, luv.”
“Ahhh, so you ARE an understudy!”
“Are you really going to say that when I’ve got your legs WHOOOAAHH EERRRGGGGHHHHH!”
Bliss twisted her hips violently, the sudden shift *just* enough to roll both Brits onto their bellies. Only now it was the Oncoming Storm clawing at her hair or the mat, anything to alleviate the strain of this brand new Deathlock. The champ didn’t bother saying a word, she merely poured on as much pressure as quickly as she could, damned well knowing that Olivia would try to roll them or crawl to the ropes much sooner than later.
“Sing for me, sweetheart,” Blissy grunted, biting her lower lip as she spreads out her arms, palms flat to the canvas to stabilize her position. Looking off into the space in front of her, she coulf feel her partner struggling furiously to set the duo back in the proper alignment…according to Dare. Eliza, blind to her foe’s squirming, enjoyed the new normal just fine and she flexed her thighs to send another pulse into the gams of the suffering Storm.
As Castle got down in the face of the snorting, mewling Olivia, asking if she wants to give, it’s the cheeky Eliza who reached to the nearby ropes and latched onto them to gain more leverage with which she could amp the pressure and gain the submission.
Olivia howled from the added force to the overturned figure-four. Unsure how Bliss could get THAT much out of her leglock, Dare twisted her head to catch a glance of Eliza pushing the boundaries of legality.
“Bytch!” Olivia shouted.
Nick’s gaze was naturally turned in the direction of the champ from the exclamation and he shook his head in disappointment.
“E…LIE…ZAHH,” the man shouted.
The disappointed tone told Bliss she’s busted. Still, the slender soprano kept her palms wrapped around the cable, wringing what she could out of the advantage until the count comes and it reached ‘FOUR’. Finally releasing her grip, she also unlocked her legs from Olivia and slowly pushed to her feet as Dare worked at some of the knots in her lower limbs.
Eliza did a little shake of her stems as well to move some blood around and when she returned to a now kneeling Olivia, a genuflecting Bliss delivered an Uppercut Throat Thrust to Dare. The Storm remained on her haunches but she gasped for air, grasping at the neck, already flushed face turning rosier.
Latching onto Olivia with a Front Facelock, the diva pulled Dare to her feet, slipping her head under one of the Brit’s limp arms. Dipping, Eliza pressed her palm into Olivia’s frame and heaved the slender Storm high into the Orlando night, the soles of Dare’s boots nearly point to the rafters for a moment as the dirty blonde went flying over a shoulder of the champion.
With an arm still encased around the noggin of the challenger, Blissy assisted gravity on the way down for her partner and she PLANTED Dare on the deck with a brilliant Suplex Cutter.
SUPLEX CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtvaXqCp-TU
Eliza’s partner slopped over to her back from the force of the impact and a spinning Bliss dove atop her foe in a Crossbody Pin. The Songbird collected the far leg of her fellow Englishwoman, cradling Dare’s knee to her chest.
The ever-attentive Castle was quick on the draw with his…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Olivia managed to shoot a shoulder up and turn to her side.
“You’ll have to…do better,” Dare huffed in pieces.
On her hands and knees next to her partner, Bliss replied coolly, “I will.”
The superlative soprano wrapped Dare’s braincase within her hands and tugged the reeling Blackbird up as she rose. Olivia released a Forearm Shiver that forced the startled Bliss back a step. But the champ came right at her partner, stepping back to Dare and wrapping a right arm around the front of her teammate’s chest.
Eliza threw Olivia backward, dipping to a knee as she did so she could THUMP Dare’s vertebrae into the bony joint. The Storm bounced off the collision and Bliss instantly used the momentum to draw Olivia forward. She laid out full force, sticking the Reverse STO that completed Encore! Encore!
ENCORE! ENCORE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ro8E3HZ6Db4
Olivia’s dark eyes were dulled from the impact of her forehead to canvas when she bounced up to all fours, seemingly unsure if she’s in central Florida or central London.
From behind, Eliza mounted her partner like an English filly, her alabaster legs pressing into Olivia’s ribs. The diva locked her feet below the flat, gulping tummy of the Storm, cinching the Bodyscissors in tight, drawing a guttural groan from the dirty blonde.
Determined to get Dare off her tottering base, Blissy threw her bodyweight to the right and Olivia flopped in that direction ending on her side, stuck between the tightening, constrictor-like lower limbs of the superlative soprano.
Curling her body close to Olivia’s back while keeping the Scissors cinched, Eliza tried to spin the Storm’s body within her churning stems so she could get ready access to her challenger’s maw, force her lips open with a squeeze of her foe’s roiling tummy and THRUST her Cleft Note deep into Olivia’s mandible.
Understanding what Bliss was trying to accomplish is one thing, but Olivia found stopping it quite another and slowly she was turned 45 degrees, enough to offer Eliza’s curled digits access IF she could slip them between Dare’s lips. Eliza growled and grimaced as she tightened the leggy noose, trying to force Olivia to gasp for breath and thus wedge her talons in. But the stubborn Storm’s lips were pursed and she brought artillery to bear, swinging back elbows with her near arm and wild haymakers with her far.
The fury didn’t stop Bliss from digging her thighs deep into Liv’s belly and backbone but while under the assault, Eliza failed to capitalize on a couple opportunities, Dare’s lips parting on particularly painful squeezes. Her offense provided enough of a deterrent and cover for the Songbird to come up short on her efforts to bring the Note to fruition.
With bruises on her protecting forearms accumulating and her frustration building, Eliza released the Scissors and let Dare roll free from within the limbs. Both women scrambled to their feet, the diva reaching vertical a tick before her partner and behind her. As Olivia turned with a Clothesline rising, Eliza stomped on the left set of toes of Dare’s boot and Olivia couldn’t help but reflexively yelp in pain.
It’s all the chance required, a little catty trickeration proving more successful than brute force when Eliza was able to shove her digits into Olivia’s mouth, curl the fingers in a hook, and dig them deep into the Storm’s lower palate.
Rasping and gurgling, Olivia’s peepers bugging, Dare grasped at the right wrist of her fellow Blackbird, caught in a panic she swore prior to the match she’d not fall into.
THINK. Olivia screamed inside her head. THINK.
On the far end of that dangerous claw, Eliza nodded in determination as she felt the wobble develop in her friend’s knees. “Submit, ‘Liv.” she demanded. “There’s still a chance to leave this ring on your fee-”
The Oncoming Storm grabbed hold of Bliss’s clawin’ wrist, stepped back as far as she could and kicked her right leg up to wedge that foot against the side of Eliza’s face. Straightening her leg forced Eliza’s claw from her gullet, but Dare didn’t bother to celebrate. Rather she went up on tiptoe and laid out on her back, jerking the startled Blackbird forward and down into a huge helping of Sole Food!
SOLE FOOD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPCjMf52hqM
Gorged to the point of dizziness following the sudden feast, Eliza reeled away in a drunken stagger that would’ve gone on a lot longer if she hadn’t stumbled into the strands. Elsewhere, Olivia clambered to boot-leather, noted the glassy look in her friend’s eyes and made for the ropes at unsafe speeds. The European Uppercut she unleashed might’ve split the Renaissance Woman’s chin if Eliza hadn’t doubled over and drove her shoulder into Olivia’s belly at the very last second. Dare doubled over, then let out a startled shriek when Bliss straightened up to hurl her from the squared circle with a gorgeous Back Body NO!
The blonde proved her Battle Royale bona fides with a one-handed catch of the top rope that allowed her to land in relative comfort on the apron directly behind Blissy. Roars from all over the arena told Eliza something was amiss and she whirled around armed with a Cleft Note ready for ‘Liv’s “NNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Olivia caught her in with a gorgeous Roundhouse, her spiffy black wrestling boot just caroming off Bliss’s forehead with an ungodly THWHACK! All the strength ran out of the champ’s legs and she took a knee, or at least started to. She was still in mid-descent when Dare reached over the ropes and snatched hold of her hair. Another handful of waistband let her drag the Songbird back to vertical and simple Front Facelock earned worried buzz from the throng as they wondered just what the Blackbird might do to earn her second World Championship. Olivia already knew the answer and she shared it with everyone when she bent her knees and hauled Eliza overhead for diva-demolishing Suplex to the floo-THUNK!
Bliss brought her right up, driving it into the crown of her partner’s skull. Surprised by the resistance, Olivia returned Blissy to the mat and promptly ate a huge European Uppercut for her troubles! A second and third followed shortly thereafter, each successive blow putting more wobble in the challenger’s pert backside.
“Oh no,” Eliza huffed after grabbing Dare’s biceps. “Don’t think I’m coming out to scrape you up off the floor.”
Olivia muttered something insensible, then yelped in displeasure when Bliss wheeled around and trapped the other Briton’s biceps beneath her armpits. Bearing down on Dare’s wrists until her knuckles showed white, Eliza marched away from the ropes, which dragged the protesting challenger up and over until she was stretched out parallel to the canvas with ankles hooked precariously over the top rope. Too exhausted to hit a high note, Eliza took a giant step forward and dropped to her butt to THAWHUMP Olivia down flat on her face, chest and belly with a thunderous rope-hung Decrescendo!
Flopping Dare onto her back the instant she’d spun to one knee, Blissy crawled forward, hooked both legs behind the knee and planted every bit of weight on Olivia’s chest so Castle and the FAWNatics could count to…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Victorious once more, the Superlative Soprano let loose of the cover and rolled over onto all fours while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ELIZA BLISS!”
Nick arrived on the heels of this proclamation but Eliza barely noticed, she was helping Olivia sit up. “You ok, ‘Liv?”
Dare groaned, put a hand to her forehead. “I’ll be better when the room stops spinning.” A pause. “Did you hang me from the ropes to hit the Decrescendo?”
“Like it? Saved it special for you.”
“You’re an awful tart, ‘Liza.”
“I learned from the best.” she answered with a smirk. “Now stand up so I can raise your hand.”
“Bollocks. Winner’s the one that gets her hand raised.”
With that they rose, blonde and brunette leaning against one another until their legs steadied out. “Beautiful work.” Olivia said after a short hug. “Never been prouder to share a ring with you.”
Eliza offered her a weary smile. “Don’t steal my lines, understudNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
Someone hit the champ from behind, a massive Shoulderblock that drove Eliza’s forehead between Olivia’s eyes in an unintentional Headbutt. The Blackbirds went down hard and when Bliss looked up a few seconds later the ring was full of shadows and fog that may have only existed between her ears. This proved only half true. The fog was a lie, the shadows were not, as Eliza discovered when one of them strolled over and drove a quick Kneelift into her jaw. The champ went sprawling but didn’t get too far before another phantom grabbed hold and hauled her to a seat. Bliss’s confusion, which had grown exponentially in the last ten seconds, dwindled to nothingness when a familiar voice murmured, “You didn’t think a mere ladder would stop me, did you sister?”
“Miranda, you bytch.” Eliza gurgled. “What do you think you’re doGUURRHHHK!”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
Wainright secured a Half Nelson on the brunette’s right arm, grabbed that wrist and drew it across the Englishwoman’s throat to complete the Cobra Clutch. “What am I doing?” the Messiah of Misery purred. “Sermonizing, of course. And giving our newest member a chance to introduce herself.”
Miranda twisted in a quarter circle, thus allowing Eliza a much better view of the brunette waiting in the wings while Tiffany Mayes and Adelaide Brewster peeled Olivia off the mat. Miranda’s new recruit stood about 5’8 and weighed perhaps one hundred and fifty pounds. She was a brunette now, but she’d been a redhead the last time Bliss laid eyes on her. Not that the change hampered Eliza’s identification in the slightest, one didn’t tend to forget a genuine lunatic. “Sister Helena!” Miranda called in her eerie, lilting singsong voice. “Would you be so kind as to welcome sweet Olivia into the Gray?”
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Helena Graylock, dressed in coal black jeans and an arterial red tank-top, tightened the leather glove on her right hand, then stepped forward and enveloped Dare’s face with a crushing Palm Smother! The Storm struggled gamely, but Adelaide and Tiffany still held her wrists and Helena’s hand might as well have been grafted to her face. In less than ten seconds Olivia was out on her feet, as evidenced by the way Graylock grabbed hold of opposing trunks to keep her upright. Satisfied their newest member had things under control, Brewster and Mayes took a step back, thus giving Helena more than enough room to muscle Dare off her feet with the Palm Smother still in place! Shifting her other hand to the Brit’s defenseless glutes, Miranda’s righteous enforcer twisted in a half circle and dropped to one knee to THAWHAM her prey to the deck with a hellacious Choke Slam! Still holding the smother in the wake of that ring-rattling impact, Helena looked to Miranda and said, “This one has gone deep into the Gray. She will not trouble you for some time.”
GRAYED OUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGDEg2USD_E
“Thank you, sister.” Miranda replied. “Tiffany? Adelaide? Shall we?”
TIFFANY MAYES:
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
The Inquisitor and the Weeping Angel closed in the second their leader hauled Eliza to her feet. Infinitely aware of what could happen if these odds were left unchecked, Bliss hammered frantic elbows into Miranda’s side and lashed kicks at the other fanatics, but Miranda held on tight and the champ’s odds went from slim to none when the Malevolent Moralizer sprang up, kicked her legs out and dropped into a sinuous little death roll that put she and Eliza right back on the mat. Pulling Bliss’s head tight against her right thigh, Wainright slipped her left leg up n’ over, crossed her ankles and squeezed hard enough to force an agonized squeal from the World Champion.
SWORDS TO PLOUGHSHARES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHPuTcDwZfk
Reduced to hapless wriggling by Swords to Ploughshares, Eliza mustered no defense when Adelaide seized control of her stems and tied them into a knee-shredding Figure Four Leglock. Balanced neatly on one hand, the Daughter of Darkness hunched forward and applied a claw to the juncture of the Briton’s thighs. “Pace yourself, sister.” Miranda advised over Bliss’s desperate mewling. “You don’t want her to pass out before the grand finale, do you?”
Adelaide released her grip, but punished Bliss’s center with a disdainful swat. Bracing her hands against the mat, she scooted back and hoisted herself up to assure Bliss was stretched taut, her tummy completely defenseless for what came next. “She’s all yours, Tiffany!” Adelaide called to the blonde posted on the top rope. “Make her suffer!”
Facing the crowd, Mayes glanced over her shoulder and grinned. “Preach, sister.” Then she dipped down and launched herself into the void. Curling into a tight ball while simultaneously twisting around in the opposite direction, Tiffany buzz-sawed through 450 degrees worth of Draconian Judgment before she stretched out and THAWHAMMED down across Eliza’s exposed midsection.
PHOENIX SPLASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBJrXWk8kiA
The other Churchgoers released their holds when Tiffany bounced out of the landing, but whereas Miranda moved in for a conversation with Mayes and Graylock, Adelaide continued to circle the fallen champion like a shark that smelled buckets of fresh chum. Seeing this, Miranda stepped away from the others and called, “Adelaide!”
The Daughter of Darkness looked up, her eyes flashing. “Yes?”
“You’re not you when you’re hungry. Please. Eat.”
Brewster did just that, filling her hands with great, greedy handfuls of dark hair as she hauled the wreckage of Eliza Bliss to verticality. Keeping close to make sure the Englishwoman didn’t fall over, Adelaide reached across Eliza’s chest with her left hand, grabbed the champ’s right wrist and pulled it against her own neck. “You might think this a feeding frenzy.” Brewster whispered in Bliss’s ear. “But I promise you… it’s only a taste of what’s to come.” She nipped the lobe of Eliza’s ear, then crouched down, hooked her right arm between the other brunette’s thighs and muscled her up across her shoulders for a Torture Rack.
The FAWNatics (not to mention a whole group of late arriving officials) protested this excessive show of force, unfortunately for Blissy the combined might of the Church of Eternal Midnight held the high ground long enough for Adelaide to kick her legs forward and lay out on her left side, thus PLANTING the back of Eliza’s head and neck on the deck with Blood & Black Lace.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
With Olivia and Eliza reduced to so much quivering rubble, the sinister sisters lined up behind Miranda, who’d produced a microphone somewhere in the confusion. Bringing it to her lips, she concluded the night’s sermon. “Voices crack and songbirds fall… when Midnight comes for one and all.” She lowered the mic and the lights went out. When the came back the Churchgoers were gone, leaving nothing but a pair of crushed Blackbirds as evidence of their presence.
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