Post by dsb on Jun 24, 2018 21:02:00 GMT
Once the ring was cleared and ready to go, the Announcer cleared his throat and called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, she stands at five feet five inches and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is… REBECCA RAVAGE!
The ‘tron rapidly flashed a double ‘R’ across the screen to the tune of Dirty Deeds by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. The newcomer stepped back-first out of the curtains displaying her leather jacket with a sewed on double R logo. The aviators-wearing Rebecca was clad in purple briefs and sports bra with white lining, completed with black padding on the elbows and knees, and a low-cut boots. Her arms spread out in a wide ‘T’ before turning around to place her fist together in a guard position, displaying the ‘R’s written on her taped fists to the camera. And as the camera zoomed in on her, she broke the guard in half and stuck her tongue out in the most disrespectful manner.
REBECCA RAVAGE:
An air of arrogance shrouded around her as she marched down the ramp. After all, she was dominant in her debut match against fellow rookie Achara. The tawdry fighter slid into the ring, then hopped onto the top rope and violently ground her undercarriage against the rubber-coated steel before removing her shades. After that she bounced down from the perch and removed her jacket as she moved into the corner, caressing her crotch with an extended middle finger as she bit her lower lip.
With Ravage thusly occupied, the Announcer got back to it. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freak Show, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. Seeing the camera pull in close, Cali gave the viewers at home and said, “If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?”
Aware that he was tasked with answering for all of them, the man behind the camera replied, “Ummmhhh… June allergies?”
“Of course not. Mayflowers bring pilgrims! The more you know!”
Punchline delivered she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For her first encounter with the bawdy newcomer, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept the official in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, though she kept her eyes on Ravage the whole time.
The bell sounded but Ravage stayed in her corner, elbows propped against the top rope in remarkably insolent fashion. “Hey ref.” she called to Craig. “The last chick they threw at me was a total idiot. This one any better?”
The official looked to the opposite corner, where Calliope was limbering up with a routine that’d impress a veteran contortionist. “She’s not much for rational conversation.” Long admitted. “But you sure as hell won’t be bored.”
Rebecca wasn’t entirely convinced, but she nodded anyway. “Hell, that’s good enough for me.”
Seeing the blonde tyro push off the buckles, Craig turned back to the Frightener and whistled. “Hey, Cali! Fight’s on, girl!”
Calliope undid the human knot she’d devised and threw a salute in his direction. “Thanks talking zebra!” The Eclectic Eel shifted focus to Ravage and her eyes widened like she was seeing her for the first time. “OOOOHHHHH! This is gonna be fun!” Eager to start the fun, she hurried forward to meet the blonde and said, “Hey that’s a great costume! Are you supposed to be from Final Fight One or Final Fight TwNNNGGGGHH!”
Rebecca interrupted with a straight right hand that snapped Calliope’s head back. Grinning as the taller woman staggered, Ravage snatched hold of her foe’s left wrist, stepped back and twisted her arm in a wide circle. A second rotation put even more torque on the Arm Wringer, forcing Calliope to lean forward to relieve some of the pressure.
“Does that answer your question, freak?” Rebecca chided as she wrenched on her rival’s wrist. “Because I’ve got a few of my own. Like are you crazy smart or crazy du--”
Calliope bent down a little bit farther, planted her free hand against the canvas and used it to launch a cartwheel that returned her to boot-leather and reversed the Arm Wringer in a single stroke! An overhand Forearm Smash broke Ravage’s control on Cali’s wrist but the gaudy newcomer immediately answered with a Haymaker aimed the weirdo’s NO! The One Woman Freak Show went down on one knee to avoid the blow and popped back up a split-second before Rebecca turned around. Back to her opponent, Calliope leaned forward and flicked her right leg back at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to THWHACK Ravage on the point of the chin!
SHUFFLE SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=viQ7qMPY6F4
Ravage hit the deck with a low thud, though she was quick to roll to one side. Apparently it wasn’t quick enough for Cali because she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair and pulled her into a grinding Side Headlock. “I’m not any kind of crazy,” Cali noted as she mussed the other woman’s tousle, “I’m just a different kind of saNNNGGHHH!”
Rebecca drove an elbow into the green-haired grappler’s midsection, then stomped on her toes just because she felt like it. This created a bit of separation that immediately disappeared when Ravage grabbed her foe by the ears and jerked her into a THWHUNKING Headbutt! Calliope staggered but didn’t go down, so Rebecca used the hair-hold to keep her steady for half a dozen Kneelifts to the veteran’s chest and belly.
“I don’t give a shyt what you are.” Rebecca sneered once she’d reclaimed a Wristlock. “Just as long as you can keep me entertained when I’m kicking your ass!”
With that she stuffed a shoulder into Cali’s sternum to knock her back a little ways. This in turn let the ingénue step back and drop a shoulder for an Irish Whip that sent her adversary into the ropes on the far side. Calliope returned with nary a hitch in her giddy up, something Ravage looked to fix by hooking an arm under the spaz’s left arm for a Hip--
Calliope planted her feet to block the throw, then flattened her right hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED a slap against Rebecca’s tummy. Ravage ‘ooofffhed’ and lowered her head, allowing Cali to thread her left leg over the back of Rebecca’s neck. Then she pushed off her plant foot, shifted in mid-air and locked both legs around the blonde’s head, all the better to flip her to the mat with a perfect Frankensteiner! Ravage rolled through the landing, whipped around and charged back into the fray only to catch a Spinning Heel Kick for her troubles!
FRANKENSTEINER & SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qr7Ih7VKtVo
The purple-clad wrestler went down again, but this time she stayed there, one hand pressed to a spot between her eyes while the other braced against the canvas. Either oblivious to or unmoved by her foe’s discomfort, Calliope stretched Ravage out flat, then straightened up and turned around just to peel off a flawless Standing Moonsault that THWHUMPED her down across opposing tummy! Rebecca grunted, began to squirm when the Frightener hooked the far leg for…
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vo4c8xlBMY
ONE…
TWO…
Ravage shoved her away simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the weirdo couldn’t try again. Calliope didn’t, not that this new arrangement thwarted all her plans. Sidling behind the seated blonde, she hooked her arms under Rebecca’s biceps and laced her hands against the back of her skull in a Full Nelson.
“I like your hair. It’s really fun to pull.” the Queen of Outré Space did just that even as she threaded her legs around Ravage’s waist. “What about your tush, though? Is it just as fun to smash?”
Grunting as the weird bytch stretched her legs wide, Rebecca waggled a finger ‘no’ and spat, “You’ll find out when it’s smashing against your face, puWHOOAAAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope dropped to her back, which pulled the newcomer into her lap. Doing so put her shoulders on the mat, so she only held the position for a two count before thrusting her hips and THWHUMPING Ravage’s glutes against the mat! Rebecca cringed, then groaned in displeasure when Cali repeated the butt-bumping tactic immediately thereafter! Three more Keister Bouncers followed, each sending a silvery jolt of pain up Ravage’s spine.
Frustrated with her inability to escape the hold, Rebecca wriggled her arms until she was able to snatch hold of her opponent’s green locks. “Let go of me right now, bytch!”
“She’s not fighting fair, zebra!” Calliope complained to Long without once acknowledging the blonde’s demand.
Craig agreed and informed Rebecca of the infraction, a warning she summarily ignored until he reached a count of ‘FOUR!’ Huffing and squirming as Cali continued to stretch her out, Ravage growled, “Enjoy this while can, freak. Because when I get out I’m going to beat you into the WHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Calliope traded in the Grapevine for a plain ol’ Bodyscissors and relinquished the Full Nelson entirely. This was only good news in part however, as she promptly began to roll in a circle that tumbled Rebecca from butt to back over and over again! Round and round she went, the wacky spin cycle taking her through half a dozen rotations before Cali finally came to a stop on her belly with both hands planted against the mat and Ravage stacked on her shoulders. Diving to one knee in an instant, the referee slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Rebecca twisted free, scrambled to her feet and collapsed onto her butt as a wave of dizziness rushed over her. Quick to scramble away from her unorthodox adversary, she backed into the ropes and cinched an arm around the middle strand. “Keep her back!” Ravage demanded of Craig as she pointed an accusing finger in Calliope’s direction. “Just being close to that freak is giving me a f*cked up contact high!”
As the ref kept her at a distance, Rebecca quickly rose to her feet and threw a sucker punch at the distracted Calliope, sending her shuffling backwards and earning the disapproval of the crowd as well.
Slightly rocked by the punch, Calliope returned with a fist directed toward Rebecca’s face but Ravage thwarted her attempt with a raised forearm and connected with successive fists that rocked Eclectic Eel back into the ropes.
Keeping her forearm pressed against Calliope's chest, Rebecca grabbed Cali by the wrist and whipped her into the opposite end of the ring. Ravage trailed from a distance and clasped her hands together and took a swing at Calliope's chest, knocking her to the ground. Hurt by unshaken, Cali quickly popped back to her feet and ate another Running Axehandle to the chest! Followed by another, and another, Cali losing her bearings a little from each blow until she finally walked into a stiff Headbutt!
"You think I'm scared of you, dumb bitch? Wanna pull my hair and spank my tush? You wouldn't want to take it there!" The New Yorker threatened Cali as she stretched her arms out in an antagonistic manner.
Rebecca twirled Cali's hair around her fist and peeled the woozy lady off the canvas, and planted her in the nearest corner. "How does being my punching bag sound huh?" Rebecca snarled and sank her taped fist in the toned abs of Cali. "Oooo...that hurt?", Ravage followed up with a series of punches that nearly pushed every bit of air out of Cali's body!
CORNER BODY BLOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=moG3ZwwMtfM
Becca drilled her fist further into Cali's stomach causing her to retch and groan. "You may be my punching bag now, but you may need a body bag after this! Hahahahaha!" Ravage laughed sadistically and let her victim out of the corner, but Cali soon slumped back into a seat.
"Hey ref, you sure what you said was legit? I'm getting bored ‘round here." Rebecca turned around and questioned the official but Craig simply shrugged her shoulders. "Pfftt...what a moron." Rebecca scoffed and directed her attention back to the cornered girl. "Eat my boot!", Rebecca growled and wrapped her hands around the top rope for balance before stomping the crap of her opponent!
MUDHOLE STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoS_WIdVsnI
"That's enough! One! Two! Three! Four..." Craig counted
"Get off my back, idiot." The New Yorker turned around and flipped Craig off, taking him aback.
Ravage then dragged the less-than-fine Cali out of the corner and hooked her far leg for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!
Cali kicked out of the cover at ’TWO!’ but Rebecca was not surprised at all. In fact, she was delighted by the thought of breaking things tonight. The New Yorker peeled her softened opponent off the mat and wrapped her arms around the waist, setting her up for the German Suplex. She took in a deep breath and "HNNRGHHHHHHH!" Calliope dropped her hips to resist the throw. Rebecca went for another "HNNNRGGHHH", but was again unsuccessful in lifting the recovered Cali off the canvas. The Eclectic Eel quickly bent her elbow and threw her weaponized joint behind her back. Despite missing Rebecca's face a bunch of times, a few good hits was able to create the opening for her offense.
With Ravage dazed by the elbows, Cali slapped open Rebecca's arms and rolled behind her and surprised her with her own German Suplex! (Or what she called the Crazy Wave)
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD7FeRQAunU
Rebecca landed HARD on her neck and rolled onto her belly as Calliope quickly pushed herself to boot leather. She saddled onto Rebecca's back and clasped her hands under the chin and pulled backward, trapping the blonde with a painful Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr1a0KWprhY
“You talk awful tough for a Final Fight flunky!” Cali mused as she wrenched the newcomer’s head back n’ forth. “But you seem to have more hit points too, so maybe you’ve earned it.”
Grimacing as the freak tried to play chiropractor, Rebecca kicked her feet and reached up to grab hold of Calliope’s wrists. “At least I don’t talk like some idiot’s Mad Lib! Just what the hell is wrong with you anyWUUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope BWUNKED the blonde’s forehead into the canvas, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Nothing’s wrong with me, mullet for brains.” she giggled. “But you, you’re about to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” Too stunned to reply, Ravage only groaned as the Frightener planted her feet, then grabbed opposing biceps and threaded them over her thighs. With Rebecca’s arms thus restrained, Calliope hooked both hands beneath her chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the Camel Clutch stronger than ever.
“What do you say, Rebecca?” Craig Long asked over the blonde’s pained groans. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NO!” Ravage managed to bark through clenched teeth. “Crazy bytch isn’t gonna beat MMMMRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Not smiling anymore, Cali hooked two fingers into each side of her opponent’s mouth and pulled her lips wide in a ghastly smile. “What was that, tuff girl?” she asked with no humor whatsoever. “Couldn’t hear you over all that horrible gurgling.”
Struggling against the increasing pain in her neck, Rebecca fought and squirmed, but couldn’t find any traction until she gouged her nails into the sides of Cali’s thighs. That shifted the freak’s perch just enough for the nasty New Yorker to slip her arms free of the other woman’s control. Hands planted on the mat, she powered to all fours and “NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Calliope released the Chinlock, hopped up and dropped down in a deep squat that THWHUMPED her ass into the small of Ravage’s back. Rebecca hit the deck on her belly. Still seated on the small of her back, Cali mussed the blonde’s short hair and teased, “You may make a terrible flunky, but I bet you’re a great Slip n’ Slide!” With that she twisted around and laid out flat, the mismatched battler throwing herself through a wild set of twists and swoops that kept her tummy in constant contact with the squirming newcomer’s back.
SLIP N' SLIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6MbHLODTe0
Sliding clear after a good five seconds or so, Calliope bounced to her feet and raised both hands high to salute the cheering crowd! Behind her, Rebecca clambered to her feet and took a moment to smooth out her battle-ruffled hair. Angered by the weirdo’s dismissive attitude, the rookie stomped forward, grabbed Cali by the shoulder and spun her around for a looping Haymaker aimed at her-- “F*CK!”
Ravage cried out in surprise as the One Woman Freak Show caught her arm and trapped it between her bicep and torso. “Still got one hand, sweetie!” the Frightener teased. “Want to give it another shot?”
Rebecca most certainly did, so she swung for the fences only to find her other arm trapped in identical fashion. “Let me go, freak.” Ravage demanded as she struggled to free herself from Cali’s trap. “Otherwise I’ll make sure your face is as messed up as your UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Calliope punished the newcomer’s bold talk with a trio of Headbutts, each leveled directly at the blonde’s chest. Legs considerably weaker after the last shot, Rebecca could only groan when Cali dropped her hips and tossed her up, over and down, the Larson Fireball sending her flying halfway across the ring!
LARSON FIREBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5ayYQhC8vE
Ravage bounced hard, somersaulted to a seat and ended up leaned against the ropes. Hooking an arm over the bottom strand without even thinking about it, Ravage flicked a bird at the green-haired witch and taunted, “Think you can do that again, asshole? Come over here and try me!”
More than happy to do so, Calliope stalked across the ring, bent down and grabbed for Rebecca’s “ERRGGHHH!” The Relentless Reprobate lashed out with a short kick that caught Cali flush in the right knee and dropped her to all fours. On her feet in an instant, Ravage grabbed the penitent woman by the hair and dragged her forward until her throat was hanging over the second rope.
“HAH! Yeah, you’re not so tough!”
Rebecca grabbed the top rope and used it to keep her balance as she slung a leg over Calliope’s head. It was technically a Scissors, though Rebecca had no time for such niceties. Instead she bounced up and down, using her butt like a battering ram to force more and more air from Cali’s lungs while Craig barked out an ineffectual “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Ravage released the hold at the count of ‘4’ while Calliope slumped onto the canvas, gagging and gasping.
“Chill asshole! I know the rules!” Rebecca chirped as she moved forward to pick up the weirdo by her green hair.
Angry to be on the receiving end of dirty play, Calliope let out a battle cry and threw a haymaker into Ravage’s midsection. Rebecca grimaced, then let out a roar of her own and answered with a series of machine-gun punches to Cali’s stomach that eventually forced the green haired battler to protect her tenderized abs from further punishment. Palming the other woman’s head in both hands, Rebecca reared backward and violently smashed her head into Calliope’s crown, flattening her to the canvas like a piece of rubber!
“Who’s the queen of Headbutt now?!” Rebecca stuck her tongue out and slapped her forehead.
“Get up!” Rebecca demanded as she tapped the side of Cali’s face with her boot. “Get up so I can beat some sense into you!”
Still disoriented from the Headbutt, Calliope relied on her opponent for support to pull herself together, clawing into her boots, pads and tights. At least until Rebecca was tired of waiting and decided to tuck her into a standing Headscissors. Rebecca then dug her hands into the leg holes of Calliope’s bottom and pulled her feet of the ground, giving her a wedgie in the process. Boots pointed to the rafters, Cali was held in the embarrassing position for a good ten seconds to allow the fans some good shots of the wedgie before THUMPING her head into the thinly-sheathed deck with a Piledriver!
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
Cali's body spiked into the ground and dropped stiff beside Ravage. The newcomer quickly pushed herself to boot leather and put a foot on top of Cali's ample bosom for the cover, sticking her tongue out and flexing her arms while doing so.
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOOO!
Calliope miraculously shot her right arm into the air to break the count before letting it fell limp into the canvas. "What the actual fuck?" Rebecca exclaimed as Calliope managed to survive the devastating Piledriver.
"Looks like I'd need to clear your head a little more!" Rebecca smiled nastily as she peeled the freak off the canvas and tucked her into yet another Standing Headscissors! Only this time, she wrapped her arms around her waist and hauled her over the shoulders! Seated woozily on Rebecca's shoulders, Rebecca steadied her steps before running to the nearest turnbuckle and planted her forcefully into the corner!
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY
"ARGGGHHHH!" Cali wailed as the tidal wave of pain surged through her spine, bringing her back to her senses. Ravage raked her hair backwards and waited in a crouch as Cali staggered out of the corner. Ravage placed her arm under Cali's chin and threw Cali's arm over her shoulder and paused. In a moment of hesitation, she devised an even more dreadful idea as she spun Cali around and snapped her body backward, driving Calliope face-first into the unforgiving turnbuckle!
REVERSE STO INTO CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct_1--9NTeA
Cali hung onto the middle ropes, with a dispirited look in her eyes, possibly suffering a concussion after taking meaner and meaner blows to her head. As expected, Ravage was not nearly done. She grabbed a handful of the Miss Cray Cray's locks and sat her in the turnbuckle. "Let me wake you up!" raising her arm into the air, she stuck her tongue out as she thrust her hips into Cali's face!
RUDE AWAKENING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsI3HqGDAmQ&t=4s
"MMMMMGGRRHHHH" Cali grunted as Rebecca's sweaty bottom continuously bounced against her face, bringing her back to her senses once more.
Rebecca released Cali from the corner and ascended the ring post as Cali crawled out of the corner, hand clutching her nose before rolling flat onto the mat, putting her in line of danger. Crouching on the top rope, Ravage steadily pushed herself vertical and stuck her tongue out before taking the leap!
Ravage’s execution was perfect, alas her landing left much to be desired as the One Woman Freak Show rolled clear at the last possible second! There was a loud THAWHAM followed by a sympathetic groan from the Mayhem crowd as Rebecca bounced off the deck and flopped onto her back, both hands pressed tight to her face while her heels beat an erratic tattoo against the mat. Her predicament only grew more perilous when Calliope hurried in and dropped across her chest. Trapping the blonde’s legs in a tight bundle, Cali folded Ravage in half with a stern Back Press that pointed her tush toward the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Nefarious New Yorker tore loose with half a tic to spare and promptly rolled to her stomach to ensure the weirdo couldn’t try again. Leaning back on her haunches to catch a breath, Calliope ran a hand through her hair and huffed, “Not real nice putting this nasty thing in my face, mullet-head.” (she swatted Ravage’s butt for emphasis.) “Guess it’s time to teach you some manners.”
Still quite woozy from the gawd-awful impact, Rebecca managed to fight her way to all fours before offering her foe a one-fingered salute. “Eat shyt and die, idiot.” the blonde rasped. “You’re not teaching me anythEEEERRAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
The Queen of Outré Space grabbed hold of her foe’s middle finger and pulled back like she meant to touch it to her wrist! “Sounds like you’re learning already!” Cali giggled in the midst of forcing the suffering ingénue back to boot-leather. “But that’s enough on stress tolerances, lets discuss gravity, shall we?”
A quick jab to the jaw stunned Rebecca enough for Calliope to swing around behind and wedge her head beneath the other woman’s left arm. From there she looped her left arm around Ravage’s waist and palmed her free hand against opposing glutes. It looked like the set-up for an Atomic Drop, especially when Cali dipped her knees and hoisted the newcomer up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Of course things were never quite what they seemed when it came to Eve Choldstone’s best friend, as she reminded everyone when she twisted around and brought Ravage down so that the backs of her thighs collided with the top rope. The rubber-coated steel provided more than enough bounce to send Rebecca back the way she’d came, which in turn allowed Cali to twist around and THWHUMP the blonde down on her butt!
GRAVITRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SLReVfCPuE
Frozen in shock after her ride on the Gravitron, Rebecca only moved when Calliope hopped up and planted a foot between her shoulders en route to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Her already throbbing forehead bounced off the mat a second time and the excess momentum straightened her up just in time to see the Monster of the Midway come skidding in with a Baseball Slide Dropkick that drove both heels into the fork of her crotch! “EERRRRHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Rebecca wailed as she rolled to one side with both hands wedged between her thighs. “I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR--HEY! NO, STOP! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE NNNNGGGHHH!”
Cali, who’d seized control of the blonde’s ankles, wrenched Ravage’s legs apart and dropped to her knees to administer a Headbutt to the tyro’s wounded womanhood. Back on her feet shortly thereafter, she tucked Rebecca’s shins beneath her armpits and locked her hands to create an unbreakable loop. “You did ok on the Gravitron, new meat. But are you tough enough to master the Screamin’ Swing?
Rebecca had no interest in finding out, alas the choice was taken out of her hands when Calliope muscled her off the mat and started to rotate. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as the Giant Swing stretched Ravage out like a waving, wailing banner!
Always delighted by such a gaudy show, the FAWNatics counted off each time around, which only seemed to spur Cali on. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOUR--” Calliope slammed on the brakes and flipped Rebecca onto her belly, stepping over her body as he did so. With both feet planted beside Ravage’s hips, the Eclectic Eel dropped into a deep crouch, the curve of her butt snugged comfortably into the hollow of her opponent’s back for an agonizing Boston Crab!
“What do you say, Rebecca?” Craig asked his charge as Ravage shrieked and clawed at the mat. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Rebecca barked. “SHE’S NOT GONNA BEAT MEEEEEAAAAWWW GAAAAAAAAWD!”
Calliope leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, wrenching her opponent into an unbearable ‘C’ shape that had the crowd chanting ‘TAP!’ over and over again. Nodding along with this suggestion, Cali teased, “Sounds like you’re not quite tall enough to handle this ride yet, baby. Maybe the bumper cars are more your spEEERRRHHHH!”
Calliope’s almost boneless flexibility was quite useful on most evenings, tonight however it played against her as it allowed Ravage to grab a handful of hair and pull for all she was worth. Craig could’ve forced a break with his count if she’d wanted to wait, but the Queen of Outré Space was tired of the mean little blonde, so she tossed her legs away and repaid a slight from earlier by splitting RR’s cheeks with a vicious wedgie.
“Might want to go get a bucket, talking zebra!” Cali told Craig as she got to her feet and made for the nearest corner. “Looks like she’s gonna be sick!”
The ref wasn’t too concerned in that regard, though there was no denying his charge didn’t look that great at the moment. “You doing ok?” he asked when she made it to one knee. “Can you stand?”
Ravage looked up, casting a surreptitious glance toward the corner, where she saw Calliope climbing to the middle turnbuckle. “Yuuhh… yeah, I think so. Just gimme a second.”
“Of course. Just let me know if you need WHOOOAAAHH!”
Rebecca exploded up and roared past the startled official! The crowd alerted Calliope to the danger, unfortunately she turned around just in time to eat a kick to her left shin. Knocked off balance, the Frightener dropped into an extremely awkward seat on the middle buckle with both legs threaded over the second strand. “Oh, you’re f*cked now, weirdo!” Rebecca sneered as she pounded not one, not two, but three brutal punches into Calliope’s trunks! “You’re gonna wish you’d never left the circus!” Too nauseated to speak after the trio of low blows, Cali could only moan as Ravage laced her hands across the back of her head, then hopped into the air and came down on her back with both knees drawn up to chest level.
CORNER HUNG INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR5_jWeb_KY
The Inverted Lungblower more than lived up to its name, leaving Cali a breathless, knock-kneed mess stretched out on one side in the shadow of the ring post. “Oh what, did you think I was finished with you?” Rebecca sneered when she filled her hands with the wilting woman’s green hair. “Don’t think so, bytch. It’s time you learned not to f*ck with me!”
Hauling Cali to her feet, Ravage marched her to the middle of the ring, where a Toe Kick let her secure a Standing Headscissors and Waistlock with no complications. From there she spun Calliope into the stall position for a Powerbomb, but instead of driving her down she let the veteran’s butt droop against her chest so she could lace her hands around the back of her head. With Cali’s chin pulled tight against her own cleavage, Rebecca dropped into a deep crouch, then snapped off a bridge that PLANTED the hapless battler on the back of her head and shoulders! Folded in half by the sickening force of the Ravaging Driver, Calliope could only wriggle and twitch as the newcomer held her in place for the…
RAVAGING DRIVER @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0BQBMBMq2U
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ravage released the bridge at the count of three as the bell rang 'DING DING DING'.
"AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH! VIA PINFALL! REBECCA RAVAGE!"
Rebecca's music oozed from the speakers as she rolled to her fours. Disrespecting her opponent, she shoved Cali's face roughly to one side before rising up to boot-leather with her arms held high in triumph when suddenly...
DO YOU WANNA TOUCH ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSqp-W1pWoU
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
Her music was cut short by another song from the same artist, surprising everyone in the arena. Stepping out of the curtains was none other than the Mistress of Madness! Maddy Mayhem!
MADDY MAYHEM:
Armed with her friend 'Batsy' over one shoulder, Maddy brought the mic from her other hand up to her lips.
"Now now... HOW DO YOU CALL THIS PAY-PER-VIEW MAYHEM WITHOUT A LITTLE BIT OF..." Maddy paused for a moment before whispering into the mic, "...Mayhem?"
Grinning from ear-to-ear, The hardcore grappler dropped the mic in a hand with a dull thud and strutted her way down to the ring turning the celebratory mood of Rebecca to a cautious one. Despite never having crossed path before, Maddy's reputation was well-known through FAWN and the newcomer was not keen to end up on the receiving end of the bat at all.
Rebecca quickly slid out of the ring and grabbed a folded chair before heading back into the ring ready for a showdown with the Mistress of Madness. And as Maddy stepped through the ropes, Rebecca raised the chair in anticipation.
Mayhem and Ravage locked stares. Behind Ravage, Calliope slowly pushed herself back to her feet when Maddy suddenly shoved Rebecca aside and directed the bat towards Cali's stomach!
"OHHHHFFPPPPP!!!" Cali groaned as she doubled over, setting herself up for a second bat swing onto her exposed back!
"ARGGHHHH!!!" Cali wailed in pain and slump to the ground as Ravage looked on dumbfounded.
Maddy continued to swing the bat repeatedly as the crowd booed and jeered, condemning her actions.
Maddy paused and heaved, turning her head toward Rebecca, "Aren't you gonna help darling?"
The question brought a smile to Ravage's face as she realized Maddy was not going after her. Without hesitation, she rained chair shots onto Cali's back and Maddy began looking out into the crowd, waiting for her special someone.
"Choldstone! Come out to plaaayyyyyy!", Maddy called out as Cali was beaten senseless in the middle of the ring.
"Come on Eve! Becca's not gonna stop! You gotta save her from us!" Maddy taunted once more and this time the fans broke into cheers as a familiar figure raced through the crowd!
"Hmmm...who do I see?" Maddy placed her hands over her eyes like a binoculars and smiled as the Fallen Angel closed in.
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
"Come on now! Hit me!" Maddy growled as Eve slid into the ring and began exchanging blows with Maddy while Rebecca set Cali in the corner.
It was not long before Maddy was overpowered by Eve as she took her to the ground with consecutive haymakers. And as Maddy scampered towards the ropes, Eve fired a Super Kick that sent Maddy out of the ring!
With Maddy out of the way, it was time to free Cali from Ravage's punishment. Choldstone walked up to Ravage in the corner, turned her around and BLEW--
OH NO!
Calliope ended up being the unintended by the Black Mist as Maddy quickly pulled Rebecca out of the ring!
Eve was infuriated as her friend wailed from the mist blurring her visions. She quickly attended to Calliope while locking her eyes on the devious pair as they made their way out of the arena side by side.
The ‘tron rapidly flashed a double ‘R’ across the screen to the tune of Dirty Deeds by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. The newcomer stepped back-first out of the curtains displaying her leather jacket with a sewed on double R logo. The aviators-wearing Rebecca was clad in purple briefs and sports bra with white lining, completed with black padding on the elbows and knees, and a low-cut boots. Her arms spread out in a wide ‘T’ before turning around to place her fist together in a guard position, displaying the ‘R’s written on her taped fists to the camera. And as the camera zoomed in on her, she broke the guard in half and stuck her tongue out in the most disrespectful manner.
REBECCA RAVAGE:
An air of arrogance shrouded around her as she marched down the ramp. After all, she was dominant in her debut match against fellow rookie Achara. The tawdry fighter slid into the ring, then hopped onto the top rope and violently ground her undercarriage against the rubber-coated steel before removing her shades. After that she bounced down from the perch and removed her jacket as she moved into the corner, caressing her crotch with an extended middle finger as she bit her lower lip.
With Ravage thusly occupied, the Announcer got back to it. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Greentown Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds. She is the One Woman Freak Show, the Monster of the Midway, this is CALLIOPE!”
CALLIOPE:
The Children of the Night roared ’ONE OF US!’ as the strumming guitars and near nonsense lyrics of At the Drive In’s ’One Armed Scissor’ hit the speakers. Already raucous, the Frightener’s fans popped to their feet once the lights went into a kaleidoscopic whirl of every color imaginable. This chromatic insanity heralded the woman in question, Calliope dashing through the curtain in a full on sprint that ground to a halt atop the stage so she could take in the brilliance of her own lightshow. Seeing the camera pull in close, Cali gave the viewers at home and said, “If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?”
Aware that he was tasked with answering for all of them, the man behind the camera replied, “Ummmhhh… June allergies?”
“Of course not. Mayflowers bring pilgrims! The more you know!”
Punchline delivered she started down the ramp at a flat out run that soon dissolved into a series of handsprings, cartwheels and back-flips. For her first encounter with the bawdy newcomer, the Queen of Outré Space sported fluorescent orange sequined bikini bottoms and a zappy blue halter top. Her boots were a spit-polished black, her pads were dark red and the smiley face on the back of her trunks was a screaming zonky yellow. Reaching the foot of the ramp in no time at all, Calliope hurried up the steps, bounded over the ropes and quickly swept the official in a best of three Paper, Rock, Scissors. Once that was settled she allowed him to check her pads and boots, though she kept her eyes on Ravage the whole time.
The bell sounded but Ravage stayed in her corner, elbows propped against the top rope in remarkably insolent fashion. “Hey ref.” she called to Craig. “The last chick they threw at me was a total idiot. This one any better?”
The official looked to the opposite corner, where Calliope was limbering up with a routine that’d impress a veteran contortionist. “She’s not much for rational conversation.” Long admitted. “But you sure as hell won’t be bored.”
Rebecca wasn’t entirely convinced, but she nodded anyway. “Hell, that’s good enough for me.”
Seeing the blonde tyro push off the buckles, Craig turned back to the Frightener and whistled. “Hey, Cali! Fight’s on, girl!”
Calliope undid the human knot she’d devised and threw a salute in his direction. “Thanks talking zebra!” The Eclectic Eel shifted focus to Ravage and her eyes widened like she was seeing her for the first time. “OOOOHHHHH! This is gonna be fun!” Eager to start the fun, she hurried forward to meet the blonde and said, “Hey that’s a great costume! Are you supposed to be from Final Fight One or Final Fight TwNNNGGGGHH!”
Rebecca interrupted with a straight right hand that snapped Calliope’s head back. Grinning as the taller woman staggered, Ravage snatched hold of her foe’s left wrist, stepped back and twisted her arm in a wide circle. A second rotation put even more torque on the Arm Wringer, forcing Calliope to lean forward to relieve some of the pressure.
“Does that answer your question, freak?” Rebecca chided as she wrenched on her rival’s wrist. “Because I’ve got a few of my own. Like are you crazy smart or crazy du--”
Calliope bent down a little bit farther, planted her free hand against the canvas and used it to launch a cartwheel that returned her to boot-leather and reversed the Arm Wringer in a single stroke! An overhand Forearm Smash broke Ravage’s control on Cali’s wrist but the gaudy newcomer immediately answered with a Haymaker aimed the weirdo’s NO! The One Woman Freak Show went down on one knee to avoid the blow and popped back up a split-second before Rebecca turned around. Back to her opponent, Calliope leaned forward and flicked her right leg back at a near perfect forty-five degree angle to THWHACK Ravage on the point of the chin!
SHUFFLE SIDE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=viQ7qMPY6F4
Ravage hit the deck with a low thud, though she was quick to roll to one side. Apparently it wasn’t quick enough for Cali because she filled her hands with the blonde’s hair and pulled her into a grinding Side Headlock. “I’m not any kind of crazy,” Cali noted as she mussed the other woman’s tousle, “I’m just a different kind of saNNNGGHHH!”
Rebecca drove an elbow into the green-haired grappler’s midsection, then stomped on her toes just because she felt like it. This created a bit of separation that immediately disappeared when Ravage grabbed her foe by the ears and jerked her into a THWHUNKING Headbutt! Calliope staggered but didn’t go down, so Rebecca used the hair-hold to keep her steady for half a dozen Kneelifts to the veteran’s chest and belly.
“I don’t give a shyt what you are.” Rebecca sneered once she’d reclaimed a Wristlock. “Just as long as you can keep me entertained when I’m kicking your ass!”
With that she stuffed a shoulder into Cali’s sternum to knock her back a little ways. This in turn let the ingénue step back and drop a shoulder for an Irish Whip that sent her adversary into the ropes on the far side. Calliope returned with nary a hitch in her giddy up, something Ravage looked to fix by hooking an arm under the spaz’s left arm for a Hip--
Calliope planted her feet to block the throw, then flattened her right hand into a paddle and CRAAACKED a slap against Rebecca’s tummy. Ravage ‘ooofffhed’ and lowered her head, allowing Cali to thread her left leg over the back of Rebecca’s neck. Then she pushed off her plant foot, shifted in mid-air and locked both legs around the blonde’s head, all the better to flip her to the mat with a perfect Frankensteiner! Ravage rolled through the landing, whipped around and charged back into the fray only to catch a Spinning Heel Kick for her troubles!
FRANKENSTEINER & SPINNING HEEL KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qr7Ih7VKtVo
The purple-clad wrestler went down again, but this time she stayed there, one hand pressed to a spot between her eyes while the other braced against the canvas. Either oblivious to or unmoved by her foe’s discomfort, Calliope stretched Ravage out flat, then straightened up and turned around just to peel off a flawless Standing Moonsault that THWHUMPED her down across opposing tummy! Rebecca grunted, began to squirm when the Frightener hooked the far leg for…
STANDING MOONSAULT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vo4c8xlBMY
ONE…
TWO…
Ravage shoved her away simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ and sat up to make sure the weirdo couldn’t try again. Calliope didn’t, not that this new arrangement thwarted all her plans. Sidling behind the seated blonde, she hooked her arms under Rebecca’s biceps and laced her hands against the back of her skull in a Full Nelson.
“I like your hair. It’s really fun to pull.” the Queen of Outré Space did just that even as she threaded her legs around Ravage’s waist. “What about your tush, though? Is it just as fun to smash?”
Grunting as the weird bytch stretched her legs wide, Rebecca waggled a finger ‘no’ and spat, “You’ll find out when it’s smashing against your face, puWHOOAAAANNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope dropped to her back, which pulled the newcomer into her lap. Doing so put her shoulders on the mat, so she only held the position for a two count before thrusting her hips and THWHUMPING Ravage’s glutes against the mat! Rebecca cringed, then groaned in displeasure when Cali repeated the butt-bumping tactic immediately thereafter! Three more Keister Bouncers followed, each sending a silvery jolt of pain up Ravage’s spine.
Frustrated with her inability to escape the hold, Rebecca wriggled her arms until she was able to snatch hold of her opponent’s green locks. “Let go of me right now, bytch!”
“She’s not fighting fair, zebra!” Calliope complained to Long without once acknowledging the blonde’s demand.
Craig agreed and informed Rebecca of the infraction, a warning she summarily ignored until he reached a count of ‘FOUR!’ Huffing and squirming as Cali continued to stretch her out, Ravage growled, “Enjoy this while can, freak. Because when I get out I’m going to beat you into the WHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Calliope traded in the Grapevine for a plain ol’ Bodyscissors and relinquished the Full Nelson entirely. This was only good news in part however, as she promptly began to roll in a circle that tumbled Rebecca from butt to back over and over again! Round and round she went, the wacky spin cycle taking her through half a dozen rotations before Cali finally came to a stop on her belly with both hands planted against the mat and Ravage stacked on her shoulders. Diving to one knee in an instant, the referee slapped the mat for…
ONE…
TWO…
Rebecca twisted free, scrambled to her feet and collapsed onto her butt as a wave of dizziness rushed over her. Quick to scramble away from her unorthodox adversary, she backed into the ropes and cinched an arm around the middle strand. “Keep her back!” Ravage demanded of Craig as she pointed an accusing finger in Calliope’s direction. “Just being close to that freak is giving me a f*cked up contact high!”
As the ref kept her at a distance, Rebecca quickly rose to her feet and threw a sucker punch at the distracted Calliope, sending her shuffling backwards and earning the disapproval of the crowd as well.
Slightly rocked by the punch, Calliope returned with a fist directed toward Rebecca’s face but Ravage thwarted her attempt with a raised forearm and connected with successive fists that rocked Eclectic Eel back into the ropes.
Keeping her forearm pressed against Calliope's chest, Rebecca grabbed Cali by the wrist and whipped her into the opposite end of the ring. Ravage trailed from a distance and clasped her hands together and took a swing at Calliope's chest, knocking her to the ground. Hurt by unshaken, Cali quickly popped back to her feet and ate another Running Axehandle to the chest! Followed by another, and another, Cali losing her bearings a little from each blow until she finally walked into a stiff Headbutt!
"You think I'm scared of you, dumb bitch? Wanna pull my hair and spank my tush? You wouldn't want to take it there!" The New Yorker threatened Cali as she stretched her arms out in an antagonistic manner.
Rebecca twirled Cali's hair around her fist and peeled the woozy lady off the canvas, and planted her in the nearest corner. "How does being my punching bag sound huh?" Rebecca snarled and sank her taped fist in the toned abs of Cali. "Oooo...that hurt?", Ravage followed up with a series of punches that nearly pushed every bit of air out of Cali's body!
CORNER BODY BLOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=moG3ZwwMtfM
Becca drilled her fist further into Cali's stomach causing her to retch and groan. "You may be my punching bag now, but you may need a body bag after this! Hahahahaha!" Ravage laughed sadistically and let her victim out of the corner, but Cali soon slumped back into a seat.
"Hey ref, you sure what you said was legit? I'm getting bored ‘round here." Rebecca turned around and questioned the official but Craig simply shrugged her shoulders. "Pfftt...what a moron." Rebecca scoffed and directed her attention back to the cornered girl. "Eat my boot!", Rebecca growled and wrapped her hands around the top rope for balance before stomping the crap of her opponent!
MUDHOLE STOMPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoS_WIdVsnI
"That's enough! One! Two! Three! Four..." Craig counted
"Get off my back, idiot." The New Yorker turned around and flipped Craig off, taking him aback.
Ravage then dragged the less-than-fine Cali out of the corner and hooked her far leg for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NOOOOO!
Cali kicked out of the cover at ’TWO!’ but Rebecca was not surprised at all. In fact, she was delighted by the thought of breaking things tonight. The New Yorker peeled her softened opponent off the mat and wrapped her arms around the waist, setting her up for the German Suplex. She took in a deep breath and "HNNRGHHHHHHH!" Calliope dropped her hips to resist the throw. Rebecca went for another "HNNNRGGHHH", but was again unsuccessful in lifting the recovered Cali off the canvas. The Eclectic Eel quickly bent her elbow and threw her weaponized joint behind her back. Despite missing Rebecca's face a bunch of times, a few good hits was able to create the opening for her offense.
With Ravage dazed by the elbows, Cali slapped open Rebecca's arms and rolled behind her and surprised her with her own German Suplex! (Or what she called the Crazy Wave)
RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD7FeRQAunU
Rebecca landed HARD on her neck and rolled onto her belly as Calliope quickly pushed herself to boot leather. She saddled onto Rebecca's back and clasped her hands under the chin and pulled backward, trapping the blonde with a painful Camel Clutch!
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr1a0KWprhY
“You talk awful tough for a Final Fight flunky!” Cali mused as she wrenched the newcomer’s head back n’ forth. “But you seem to have more hit points too, so maybe you’ve earned it.”
Grimacing as the freak tried to play chiropractor, Rebecca kicked her feet and reached up to grab hold of Calliope’s wrists. “At least I don’t talk like some idiot’s Mad Lib! Just what the hell is wrong with you anyWUUUNNNNGGGHHH!”
Calliope BWUNKED the blonde’s forehead into the canvas, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Nothing’s wrong with me, mullet for brains.” she giggled. “But you, you’re about to have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.” Too stunned to reply, Ravage only groaned as the Frightener planted her feet, then grabbed opposing biceps and threaded them over her thighs. With Rebecca’s arms thus restrained, Calliope hooked both hands beneath her chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanked back, the Camel Clutch stronger than ever.
“What do you say, Rebecca?” Craig Long asked over the blonde’s pained groans. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NO!” Ravage managed to bark through clenched teeth. “Crazy bytch isn’t gonna beat MMMMRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!”
Not smiling anymore, Cali hooked two fingers into each side of her opponent’s mouth and pulled her lips wide in a ghastly smile. “What was that, tuff girl?” she asked with no humor whatsoever. “Couldn’t hear you over all that horrible gurgling.”
Struggling against the increasing pain in her neck, Rebecca fought and squirmed, but couldn’t find any traction until she gouged her nails into the sides of Cali’s thighs. That shifted the freak’s perch just enough for the nasty New Yorker to slip her arms free of the other woman’s control. Hands planted on the mat, she powered to all fours and “NNNNGGGHHHH!”
Calliope released the Chinlock, hopped up and dropped down in a deep squat that THWHUMPED her ass into the small of Ravage’s back. Rebecca hit the deck on her belly. Still seated on the small of her back, Cali mussed the blonde’s short hair and teased, “You may make a terrible flunky, but I bet you’re a great Slip n’ Slide!” With that she twisted around and laid out flat, the mismatched battler throwing herself through a wild set of twists and swoops that kept her tummy in constant contact with the squirming newcomer’s back.
SLIP N' SLIDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6MbHLODTe0
Sliding clear after a good five seconds or so, Calliope bounced to her feet and raised both hands high to salute the cheering crowd! Behind her, Rebecca clambered to her feet and took a moment to smooth out her battle-ruffled hair. Angered by the weirdo’s dismissive attitude, the rookie stomped forward, grabbed Cali by the shoulder and spun her around for a looping Haymaker aimed at her-- “F*CK!”
Ravage cried out in surprise as the One Woman Freak Show caught her arm and trapped it between her bicep and torso. “Still got one hand, sweetie!” the Frightener teased. “Want to give it another shot?”
Rebecca most certainly did, so she swung for the fences only to find her other arm trapped in identical fashion. “Let me go, freak.” Ravage demanded as she struggled to free herself from Cali’s trap. “Otherwise I’ll make sure your face is as messed up as your UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!”
Calliope punished the newcomer’s bold talk with a trio of Headbutts, each leveled directly at the blonde’s chest. Legs considerably weaker after the last shot, Rebecca could only groan when Cali dropped her hips and tossed her up, over and down, the Larson Fireball sending her flying halfway across the ring!
LARSON FIREBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5ayYQhC8vE
Ravage bounced hard, somersaulted to a seat and ended up leaned against the ropes. Hooking an arm over the bottom strand without even thinking about it, Ravage flicked a bird at the green-haired witch and taunted, “Think you can do that again, asshole? Come over here and try me!”
More than happy to do so, Calliope stalked across the ring, bent down and grabbed for Rebecca’s “ERRGGHHH!” The Relentless Reprobate lashed out with a short kick that caught Cali flush in the right knee and dropped her to all fours. On her feet in an instant, Ravage grabbed the penitent woman by the hair and dragged her forward until her throat was hanging over the second rope.
“HAH! Yeah, you’re not so tough!”
Rebecca grabbed the top rope and used it to keep her balance as she slung a leg over Calliope’s head. It was technically a Scissors, though Rebecca had no time for such niceties. Instead she bounced up and down, using her butt like a battering ram to force more and more air from Cali’s lungs while Craig barked out an ineffectual “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Ravage released the hold at the count of ‘4’ while Calliope slumped onto the canvas, gagging and gasping.
“Chill asshole! I know the rules!” Rebecca chirped as she moved forward to pick up the weirdo by her green hair.
Angry to be on the receiving end of dirty play, Calliope let out a battle cry and threw a haymaker into Ravage’s midsection. Rebecca grimaced, then let out a roar of her own and answered with a series of machine-gun punches to Cali’s stomach that eventually forced the green haired battler to protect her tenderized abs from further punishment. Palming the other woman’s head in both hands, Rebecca reared backward and violently smashed her head into Calliope’s crown, flattening her to the canvas like a piece of rubber!
“Who’s the queen of Headbutt now?!” Rebecca stuck her tongue out and slapped her forehead.
“Get up!” Rebecca demanded as she tapped the side of Cali’s face with her boot. “Get up so I can beat some sense into you!”
Still disoriented from the Headbutt, Calliope relied on her opponent for support to pull herself together, clawing into her boots, pads and tights. At least until Rebecca was tired of waiting and decided to tuck her into a standing Headscissors. Rebecca then dug her hands into the leg holes of Calliope’s bottom and pulled her feet of the ground, giving her a wedgie in the process. Boots pointed to the rafters, Cali was held in the embarrassing position for a good ten seconds to allow the fans some good shots of the wedgie before THUMPING her head into the thinly-sheathed deck with a Piledriver!
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=cbflyZAs_uU
Cali's body spiked into the ground and dropped stiff beside Ravage. The newcomer quickly pushed herself to boot leather and put a foot on top of Cali's ample bosom for the cover, sticking her tongue out and flexing her arms while doing so.
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOOO!
Calliope miraculously shot her right arm into the air to break the count before letting it fell limp into the canvas. "What the actual fuck?" Rebecca exclaimed as Calliope managed to survive the devastating Piledriver.
"Looks like I'd need to clear your head a little more!" Rebecca smiled nastily as she peeled the freak off the canvas and tucked her into yet another Standing Headscissors! Only this time, she wrapped her arms around her waist and hauled her over the shoulders! Seated woozily on Rebecca's shoulders, Rebecca steadied her steps before running to the nearest turnbuckle and planted her forcefully into the corner!
TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a095vMnpvVY
"ARGGGHHHH!" Cali wailed as the tidal wave of pain surged through her spine, bringing her back to her senses. Ravage raked her hair backwards and waited in a crouch as Cali staggered out of the corner. Ravage placed her arm under Cali's chin and threw Cali's arm over her shoulder and paused. In a moment of hesitation, she devised an even more dreadful idea as she spun Cali around and snapped her body backward, driving Calliope face-first into the unforgiving turnbuckle!
REVERSE STO INTO CORNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ct_1--9NTeA
Cali hung onto the middle ropes, with a dispirited look in her eyes, possibly suffering a concussion after taking meaner and meaner blows to her head. As expected, Ravage was not nearly done. She grabbed a handful of the Miss Cray Cray's locks and sat her in the turnbuckle. "Let me wake you up!" raising her arm into the air, she stuck her tongue out as she thrust her hips into Cali's face!
RUDE AWAKENING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsI3HqGDAmQ&t=4s
"MMMMMGGRRHHHH" Cali grunted as Rebecca's sweaty bottom continuously bounced against her face, bringing her back to her senses once more.
Rebecca released Cali from the corner and ascended the ring post as Cali crawled out of the corner, hand clutching her nose before rolling flat onto the mat, putting her in line of danger. Crouching on the top rope, Ravage steadily pushed herself vertical and stuck her tongue out before taking the leap!
Ravage’s execution was perfect, alas her landing left much to be desired as the One Woman Freak Show rolled clear at the last possible second! There was a loud THAWHAM followed by a sympathetic groan from the Mayhem crowd as Rebecca bounced off the deck and flopped onto her back, both hands pressed tight to her face while her heels beat an erratic tattoo against the mat. Her predicament only grew more perilous when Calliope hurried in and dropped across her chest. Trapping the blonde’s legs in a tight bundle, Cali folded Ravage in half with a stern Back Press that pointed her tush toward the lights for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
The Nefarious New Yorker tore loose with half a tic to spare and promptly rolled to her stomach to ensure the weirdo couldn’t try again. Leaning back on her haunches to catch a breath, Calliope ran a hand through her hair and huffed, “Not real nice putting this nasty thing in my face, mullet-head.” (she swatted Ravage’s butt for emphasis.) “Guess it’s time to teach you some manners.”
Still quite woozy from the gawd-awful impact, Rebecca managed to fight her way to all fours before offering her foe a one-fingered salute. “Eat shyt and die, idiot.” the blonde rasped. “You’re not teaching me anythEEEERRAAAAAHHHHHHH!”
The Queen of Outré Space grabbed hold of her foe’s middle finger and pulled back like she meant to touch it to her wrist! “Sounds like you’re learning already!” Cali giggled in the midst of forcing the suffering ingénue back to boot-leather. “But that’s enough on stress tolerances, lets discuss gravity, shall we?”
A quick jab to the jaw stunned Rebecca enough for Calliope to swing around behind and wedge her head beneath the other woman’s left arm. From there she looped her left arm around Ravage’s waist and palmed her free hand against opposing glutes. It looked like the set-up for an Atomic Drop, especially when Cali dipped her knees and hoisted the newcomer up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Of course things were never quite what they seemed when it came to Eve Choldstone’s best friend, as she reminded everyone when she twisted around and brought Ravage down so that the backs of her thighs collided with the top rope. The rubber-coated steel provided more than enough bounce to send Rebecca back the way she’d came, which in turn allowed Cali to twist around and THWHUMP the blonde down on her butt!
GRAVITRON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SLReVfCPuE
Frozen in shock after her ride on the Gravitron, Rebecca only moved when Calliope hopped up and planted a foot between her shoulders en route to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Her already throbbing forehead bounced off the mat a second time and the excess momentum straightened her up just in time to see the Monster of the Midway come skidding in with a Baseball Slide Dropkick that drove both heels into the fork of her crotch! “EERRRRHHHH YOU BYTCH!” Rebecca wailed as she rolled to one side with both hands wedged between her thighs. “I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR--HEY! NO, STOP! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE NNNNGGGHHH!”
Cali, who’d seized control of the blonde’s ankles, wrenched Ravage’s legs apart and dropped to her knees to administer a Headbutt to the tyro’s wounded womanhood. Back on her feet shortly thereafter, she tucked Rebecca’s shins beneath her armpits and locked her hands to create an unbreakable loop. “You did ok on the Gravitron, new meat. But are you tough enough to master the Screamin’ Swing?
Rebecca had no interest in finding out, alas the choice was taken out of her hands when Calliope muscled her off the mat and started to rotate. Slowly at first, then faster and faster as the Giant Swing stretched Ravage out like a waving, wailing banner!
Always delighted by such a gaudy show, the FAWNatics counted off each time around, which only seemed to spur Cali on. ‘ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE! THIRTEEN! FOUR--” Calliope slammed on the brakes and flipped Rebecca onto her belly, stepping over her body as he did so. With both feet planted beside Ravage’s hips, the Eclectic Eel dropped into a deep crouch, the curve of her butt snugged comfortably into the hollow of her opponent’s back for an agonizing Boston Crab!
“What do you say, Rebecca?” Craig asked his charge as Ravage shrieked and clawed at the mat. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“NO!” Rebecca barked. “SHE’S NOT GONNA BEAT MEEEEEAAAAWWW GAAAAAAAAWD!”
Calliope leaaaaaaaaaaaaaned back, wrenching her opponent into an unbearable ‘C’ shape that had the crowd chanting ‘TAP!’ over and over again. Nodding along with this suggestion, Cali teased, “Sounds like you’re not quite tall enough to handle this ride yet, baby. Maybe the bumper cars are more your spEEERRRHHHH!”
Calliope’s almost boneless flexibility was quite useful on most evenings, tonight however it played against her as it allowed Ravage to grab a handful of hair and pull for all she was worth. Craig could’ve forced a break with his count if she’d wanted to wait, but the Queen of Outré Space was tired of the mean little blonde, so she tossed her legs away and repaid a slight from earlier by splitting RR’s cheeks with a vicious wedgie.
“Might want to go get a bucket, talking zebra!” Cali told Craig as she got to her feet and made for the nearest corner. “Looks like she’s gonna be sick!”
The ref wasn’t too concerned in that regard, though there was no denying his charge didn’t look that great at the moment. “You doing ok?” he asked when she made it to one knee. “Can you stand?”
Ravage looked up, casting a surreptitious glance toward the corner, where she saw Calliope climbing to the middle turnbuckle. “Yuuhh… yeah, I think so. Just gimme a second.”
“Of course. Just let me know if you need WHOOOAAAHH!”
Rebecca exploded up and roared past the startled official! The crowd alerted Calliope to the danger, unfortunately she turned around just in time to eat a kick to her left shin. Knocked off balance, the Frightener dropped into an extremely awkward seat on the middle buckle with both legs threaded over the second strand. “Oh, you’re f*cked now, weirdo!” Rebecca sneered as she pounded not one, not two, but three brutal punches into Calliope’s trunks! “You’re gonna wish you’d never left the circus!” Too nauseated to speak after the trio of low blows, Cali could only moan as Ravage laced her hands across the back of her head, then hopped into the air and came down on her back with both knees drawn up to chest level.
CORNER HUNG INVERTED LUNGBLOWER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR5_jWeb_KY
The Inverted Lungblower more than lived up to its name, leaving Cali a breathless, knock-kneed mess stretched out on one side in the shadow of the ring post. “Oh what, did you think I was finished with you?” Rebecca sneered when she filled her hands with the wilting woman’s green hair. “Don’t think so, bytch. It’s time you learned not to f*ck with me!”
Hauling Cali to her feet, Ravage marched her to the middle of the ring, where a Toe Kick let her secure a Standing Headscissors and Waistlock with no complications. From there she spun Calliope into the stall position for a Powerbomb, but instead of driving her down she let the veteran’s butt droop against her chest so she could lace her hands around the back of her head. With Cali’s chin pulled tight against her own cleavage, Rebecca dropped into a deep crouch, then snapped off a bridge that PLANTED the hapless battler on the back of her head and shoulders! Folded in half by the sickening force of the Ravaging Driver, Calliope could only wriggle and twitch as the newcomer held her in place for the…
RAVAGING DRIVER @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0BQBMBMq2U
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ravage released the bridge at the count of three as the bell rang 'DING DING DING'.
"AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH! VIA PINFALL! REBECCA RAVAGE!"
Rebecca's music oozed from the speakers as she rolled to her fours. Disrespecting her opponent, she shoved Cali's face roughly to one side before rising up to boot-leather with her arms held high in triumph when suddenly...
DO YOU WANNA TOUCH ME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSqp-W1pWoU
"We've been here too long tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh, so shy
I'm a natural ma'am doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high"
Her music was cut short by another song from the same artist, surprising everyone in the arena. Stepping out of the curtains was none other than the Mistress of Madness! Maddy Mayhem!
MADDY MAYHEM:
Armed with her friend 'Batsy' over one shoulder, Maddy brought the mic from her other hand up to her lips.
"Now now... HOW DO YOU CALL THIS PAY-PER-VIEW MAYHEM WITHOUT A LITTLE BIT OF..." Maddy paused for a moment before whispering into the mic, "...Mayhem?"
Grinning from ear-to-ear, The hardcore grappler dropped the mic in a hand with a dull thud and strutted her way down to the ring turning the celebratory mood of Rebecca to a cautious one. Despite never having crossed path before, Maddy's reputation was well-known through FAWN and the newcomer was not keen to end up on the receiving end of the bat at all.
Rebecca quickly slid out of the ring and grabbed a folded chair before heading back into the ring ready for a showdown with the Mistress of Madness. And as Maddy stepped through the ropes, Rebecca raised the chair in anticipation.
Mayhem and Ravage locked stares. Behind Ravage, Calliope slowly pushed herself back to her feet when Maddy suddenly shoved Rebecca aside and directed the bat towards Cali's stomach!
"OHHHHFFPPPPP!!!" Cali groaned as she doubled over, setting herself up for a second bat swing onto her exposed back!
"ARGGHHHH!!!" Cali wailed in pain and slump to the ground as Ravage looked on dumbfounded.
Maddy continued to swing the bat repeatedly as the crowd booed and jeered, condemning her actions.
Maddy paused and heaved, turning her head toward Rebecca, "Aren't you gonna help darling?"
The question brought a smile to Ravage's face as she realized Maddy was not going after her. Without hesitation, she rained chair shots onto Cali's back and Maddy began looking out into the crowd, waiting for her special someone.
"Choldstone! Come out to plaaayyyyyy!", Maddy called out as Cali was beaten senseless in the middle of the ring.
"Come on Eve! Becca's not gonna stop! You gotta save her from us!" Maddy taunted once more and this time the fans broke into cheers as a familiar figure raced through the crowd!
"Hmmm...who do I see?" Maddy placed her hands over her eyes like a binoculars and smiled as the Fallen Angel closed in.
EVE CHOLDSTONE:
"Come on now! Hit me!" Maddy growled as Eve slid into the ring and began exchanging blows with Maddy while Rebecca set Cali in the corner.
It was not long before Maddy was overpowered by Eve as she took her to the ground with consecutive haymakers. And as Maddy scampered towards the ropes, Eve fired a Super Kick that sent Maddy out of the ring!
With Maddy out of the way, it was time to free Cali from Ravage's punishment. Choldstone walked up to Ravage in the corner, turned her around and BLEW--
OH NO!
Calliope ended up being the unintended by the Black Mist as Maddy quickly pulled Rebecca out of the ring!
Eve was infuriated as her friend wailed from the mist blurring her visions. She quickly attended to Calliope while locking her eyes on the devious pair as they made their way out of the arena side by side.
