Post by dsb on Sept 5, 2018 21:44:13 GMT
With the rest of the evening’s activities settled (or at least momentarily concluded) the Announcer stepped into the squared circle for the last time. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Gatlin Nebraska, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty-two pounds. She is the Chaos Consultant, the Walking Weapon… CASSANDRA VALE!”
EVERY DAY IS EXACTLY THE SAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOartsseGqo
CASSANDRA VALE:
'Every Day is Exactly the Same' dripped from the speakers and the sold out crowd leapt to their feet to await the merc’s arrival. Brushing the curtain aside shortly thereafter, Cassandra paused atop the ramp to sweep her gaze across those assembled. Once the perusal was finished she raised both hands and very deliberately craaaaaaaaacked her knuckles. Cheers all around but Vale didn’t acknowledge them, she only had eyes for the squared circle. Possessed of a self control that was almost impossible to fathom considering the list of atrocities attached to her name, the powerhouse blonde started down the aisle accompanied by Trent Reznor and a whole lotta wicked intentions.
For her first match on FAWN pay-per-view in well over three years, Vale wore a sturdy midnight blue two-piece so dark it was almost black and pads that actually were black. Her hair, last seen in a short sweeping bob, now hung loose to just below the curve of her shoulders, a detail that did not go unnoticed by the sartorially minded segment of the FAWN populace. Ignoring the hands and signs extended in her direction, Vale reached the base of the ramp, hooked right and strode up the steel steps before dipping between top and middle ropes. Alone save for Senior Referee Nick Castle, Vale stopped in the middle of the ring, raised a fist to the rafters, then popped a thumb and drew it across her throat nice and slow like. This got a loud roar from the more bloodthirsty elements of the crowd and it wasn’t long before they’d started a ‘VALE IS GONNA KILL YOU!’ chant. The merc didn’t bother to contradict ‘em, instead she made her way to the far corner where she offered her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles for Castle’s final inspection.
The Announcer, who was rather quite smart despite what the likes of Lyssa Zahn and Elise Winterrest said about him on Instagram, waited for several seconds of silence before he raised his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen… Miranda Wainright.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
For a moment there was nothing, then the jeers from the crowd told him the gambit paid off. Sure enough, the Septa of Sorrow stood atop the stage, round topped black hat on her head and a microphone in one hand. Smiling ever so slightly, Miranda tipped her hat to the man and said, “Congratulations, heathen. You’re learning.” Benediction dispensed, the slender blonde turned her attention to an old adversary. “Hello, sister. It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough.” Vale mouthed.
Wainright paid her no mind. “I must admit it’s somewhat disconcerting to see you removed from the squalid confines of that miserable tavern, and yet it does my heart good to know the call of Eternal Midnight is sounding far and wide. After all, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? FAWN’s most callous soldier of fortune has finally come to join the winning side.”
The crowd countered with a resounding ‘NO! NO! NO!’ and Cassandra herself confirmed the position with a single raised middle finger. Miranda looked irritated, though far from surprised. “Of course not, still clinging to that shell of a moral code, I suppose. I must be frank, sister. It pains me to see a creature such as yourself refusing her true nature, but if you refuse to be a weapon of the Church then you must accept your place as the latest victim of the Weeping Angel.”
No one much liked the sound of that, as evidenced by all the jeers, alas which only raised another beatific smile from the Messiah of Misery. “Don’t exhaust yourselves just yet you sad, misbegotten savages! For you are about to find yourself trapped in the very JAWS of Eternal Midnight! Hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Daughter of Darkness, the Queen of Nightmares and last but certainly not least, YOUR FAWN World Champion! Now drop to your knees and denigrate yourselves before the might of ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call with the soft, eerie opening of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda waiting in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the toothy Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Flanked by the Messiah of Misery, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster paid them absolutely no mind, focusing instead on a brief conference with Wainwright. When it was over Miranda disappeared into the dark and Adelaide started down the ramp with the title slung over one shoulder. For this defense against another longtime enemy of Miranda’s machinations, the brawny brunette wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Hungry eyes trained on Cassandra, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Galvanized by the soft patter of this red rain, she handed the strap to Castle and backed into her corner to await the dinner, ahem, opening, bell.
Adelaide Brewster left the corner a bit faster than usual when the bell called this World Championship contest to order. This was not born of any particular desire to lock-up with the blonde on the other side of the ring, rather it was because she most certainly did NOT want to meet the notorious heathen mercenary with her back so close to the buckles. If Cassandra noticed this urgency in the champion she made no sign, indeed she seemed quite unconcerned as she grabbed hold of the top rope and went through a trio of deep knee bends before turning her attention to the Queen of Nightmares. She closed on Adelaide with a lack of concern that would’ve irritated the brunette in any other adversary, but Brewster kept her expression neutral until Vale was only a few steps removed. Then she brought her left hand back, up, and over in a fast looping arc that CRAAACKED her palm against the challenger’s décolletage. Adelaide smirked as the crowd groaned, but her expression shifted to surprise when Cass palmed her head in both hands and THWHUNKED a Headbutt across the bridge of her nose!
The Weeping Angel’s knees shimmied without buckling so she cleared off only for Vale to grab her by the waistband and yank her into a right hook that spanked against her tummy. Brewster doubled over clutching her midsection, meaning her back was entirely defenseless against the blonde’s machinations. Fingers locked in a Double Axehandle, Cassandra pounded a shot into the small of the Churchgoer’s back, then wound up for another that THWHUMPED against the nape of her neck.
The second Axehandle put Adelaide on all fours, though she didn’t stay there for very long. Not that the shift was of her own volition, in truth she had very little to do with it. No, the onus was all on Vale, who bent over her opponent’s left side and cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist. Just like that she muscled the startled brunette off the mat, then swung around in a half circle to make sure the crowd saw what she had in mind. A cheer went up and Adelaide did the same because Vale dropped her hips and flung the brunette away with a deadlift Gutwrench Suplex that dropped the World Champ flat on her butt!
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFBwuzbNLM0
Brewster bounced to her feet like the canvas was electrified, alas this proved a poor response as she practically walked into the stiff Kneelift Cassandra pounded into her trembling tummy. She doubled over again so Vale sent her right back to the mat courtesy of an overhead Forearm Smash that THWUMPED across the zealot’s shoulders. Snarling in disgust and displeasure as the blonde treated her like some… heathen, Adelaide rolled to a seat and “AAAAAAAHHHHH!”
The Chaos Consultant clamped down on the meat between Brewster’s left shoulder and the base of her neck with a painful Shoulder Claw. To make things worse, she placed her free left hand atop the groping right and puuuuussssshed down to ensure Adelaide endured every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds.
SHOULDER CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_QSYsw_VMM
Nick Castle had kept a safe distance considering the parties involved, but he moved in almost immediately when he realized Vale had honed in on the shoulder Maddy Crane brutalized over at Red, White and Bruised. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you need to submit?”
Shaking her head would’ve hurt more than she cared to admit, so Brewster waggled a finger instead. “Hardly. But if you could tell me how a woman who hasn’t been more than a novelty act for the last four years managed to cut in line for a World Title match I would appreciate it EEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Cassandra spread her feet a little wider and pushed down that much harder. “You want to know how I got here, Brewster?” the merc asked dryly. “Going to a time limit draw with your big ginger wrecking ball last month probably had something to do with it. Not gonna lie though, I did call in a few favors to jump ahead of ‘Ronnie Treymane. Only a few though. There’s plenty of folks in corporate that want to see the big gold belt on someone other than a wannabe vampire.”
Adelaide sneered, reached up with both hands and gouged her nails into the other woman’s forearms. “Oh, so you’re a corporate headhunter now, Vale? That’s a relief. I was concerned it had something to do with poor little Madeline missing three weeks with a strained neNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
The Walking Weapon used the Shoulder Claw to haul Brewster to her feet whereupon she immediately segued into a painful Inverted Facelock. She certainly possessed the upper body strength to make Adelaide suffer with a Dragon Sleeper but at the moment she had something a little more primitive on her mind. With Brewster’s chest and tummy entirely exposed, Vale crooked her right arm into a tire iron and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED the brunette’s tits with a crushing quartet of Overhead Forearm Smashes.
INVERTED CHEST CLUBS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGomBXGb7Xo
The finale broke Adelaide free of the Inverted Facelock, not that this was much to celebrate as it meant she dropped to the deck flat on her back. Rolling onto her hip and shoulder to prevent the blonde from going for a pin, Brewster spied the ropes only inches away and lunged to grab hold. “Back off!” she shouted at once. “Tell the bytch to back off, Castle! I’m in the ropes!” Nick made a little shooing motion but didn’t quite dare to actually step between champion and challenger. Thankfully Vale raised both hands and backed to the center of the squared circle so her opponent could catch her breath. “The stoic façade doesn’t fool me, Cassandra.” Adelaide snapped at her opponent. “Slinging drinks at that miserable tavern has made you sympathetic, soft even. Which makes you even more pathetic than the hollow shell you were befUNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Cass came at her like a freight train and hit almost as hard in the form of a huge Clothesline that THWHUMPED Brewster across her chest. The rubber-coated steel should’ve kept both ladies vertical, however Vale might’ve underestimated her own strength (this was known to happen from time to time) because there was more than enough momentum left after impact to send both women tumbling over the ropes to the floor below! This journey proved at least slightly more comfortable for the mercenary as she landed on all fours, while Adelaide landed in a sloppy sprawl on her back.
Back inside the ring, Castle got close to the ropes but made no attempt to join the action or even start his count. They’d be up soon enough, no need to rush things when it would only mean more hostility directed his way. Sure enough Vale was back to boot leather in under five seconds and a sturdy grip on the brunette’s waistband meant Adelaide joined her shortly thereafter. Spinning the champ ‘round to face her, Cass went low, wedged a shoulder against that righteous belly and plowed across the narrow aisle to BWUUUNK Brewster’s spine against the edge of the apron. This was followed by two more collisions with the apron and a snug Wristlock once Vale finished she was done tenderizing the brunette.
“You know how much bullshyt I have to hear at the Lamb on any given night?” Cassandra muttered to the discombobulated battler. “More than Miranda puts out in a month. That doesn’t make you soft, Brewster. If anything it’s made me that much less forgiving. Which is why I won’t feel bad when I EERRRRHHH!”
Adelaide jabbed a thumb into Vale’s right eye then raaaaaaaaaked her eyes for good measure. Quick to take control of the Wristlock while the blonde was distracted, Brewster turned to one side, took a step back and dropped shoulder to send her half-blinded opposition on a short trip that ended with Cassandra BWUUUNKING shoulder-first into the steel ring-post! Vale stumbled hard without going down, probably because she managed to catch hold of the bottom rope with her other hand. None too pleased by what she considered a blasphemous show of determination, Adelaide stomped up behind the challenger and THWHAPPED a snappy high kick into the underside of her exposed bicep!
“BYTCH!” Cass rounded on the brunette with a huge Haymaker but her response was a tad slower than usual which gave the Weeping Angel enough time to dip it and stuff one shoulder into her foe’s belly. BWUUUUNK! Adelaide drove Cassandra’s spine into the steel post three times in rapid succession. Each one bent the merc’s knees a little bit more, yet Vale remained upright so Brewster twisted around and caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The Snapmare that followed wasn’t anyone’s idea of a hardcore staple and yet it succeeded where her earlier efforts had failed. Smiling as she considered the broad, undefended expanse of her opponent’s back, Adelaide took a couple steps back, then hurtled forward to THWHACK a nasty Soccer Kick between Vale’s shoulders.
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUei5MWsmtg
It earned an appropriately satisfying groan from several ringside FAWNatics, however Cass herself only hissed in irritation before she spun to one knee! Not quite ready to let her challenger off the floor, Brewster hurried up behind Vale and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her eyes until she’d returned to that slumped seat. “C’mon Adelaide! Keep away from her eyes!” Nick called from somewhere above. “And let’s get it back in the ring, ok?” The Daughter of Darkness didn’t reply immediately, rather she got around in front of the blonde via a wide arc that gave her enough room to build up a running start for the Knee Strike she THWONKED between Vale’s eyes!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1cmhryMGoU
Cassandra hit the floor and stayed there, so Brewster sashayed her way over to Castle and hopped onto the apron. “You want us back inside, arbiter? Then you’ll have to do your job.”
Nick sighed but otherwise started his count without comment. Determined to dish out as much punishment as she could in the allotted time, Adelaide turned around and backed toward the nearest corner without taking her eyes off Vale. She took off as soon as her butt touched the post, those few steps all she needed to leap off the edge and leeeaaaaan back with her knees drawn to her chest so she came down with every bit of her weight THWHUMPING down across Cassandra’s chest.
APRON SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7JArkIYivI
“UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Vale sat up the instant Brewster rolled away, her usually stoic features crimped with pain as in the aftermath of the brunette’s heavy ordinance. The landing wasn’t without cost for Adelaide either, though her toothy grimace didn’t keep the zealot down nearly as long as her opponent. Or perhaps it wasn’t pain, but anger that spurred the champion, as she seemed disgusted by the blonde’s progress even though she’d already won the race to verticality by several lengths. With Castle’s count still below ‘TEN’ Brewster filled her hands with Vale’s hair and peeled her off the floor to slap on a Front Facelock.
“I do believe it would bring me great pleasure to simply continue punishing you long after the arbiter’s count has expired.” Adelaide mulled in the midst of slinging Cass’s near arm across her shoulders. “But it would bring me even GREATER pleasure to let the rest of these heathens hear you scream for mercy in the middle of the ring.” She grabbed a handful of Vale’s briefs, then hauled her to high noon (or would that be midnight?) and laid out on her back to THWHAP Cassandra atop the thinly-sheathed concrete with a picture-perfect Vertical Suplex.
Burying both hands in the merc’s hair almost as soon as she released her hooks, Adelaide hauled her upright, then switched over to a trunks ‘n tresses grip to toss her foe under the bottom rope. Back on the apron with a few seconds to spare, Brewster took the top rope in both hands and measured her heathen foe before vaulting into the squared circle with an Elbow Drop that landed hard between Vale’s breasts. The Weeping Angel spun from the landing into a Crossbody and made sure to hook the far leg so snug that Vale’s knee was only a few inches from her chin when Castle counted…
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QevDeGkxdZc
ONE…
Cheers from those assembled when Cassandra grabbed hold of the bottom rope to end the cover as soon as it began. Infuriated by Vale’s ring presence and the heathens’ laughter, Brewster dragged the Chaos Consultant to her feet just long enough to scoop her onto one shoulder. Palming a handful of blonde backside did nothing to silence the nattering FAWNatics, but Adelaide felt it sent a strong message so she didn’t let go until she went up on tiptoe and THWHUMPED Cassandra flat on her back in the middle of the ring.
The thrum of the deck was most satisfying, so Brewster turned away--only to round on one heel when Vale clambered to her knees! There was no question as to the focus of her ire now, in fact the crowd didn’t even register as a minor annoyance when Adelaide reared back and caromed a big right hand off the side of Cassandra’s head. The merc swayed in place, so Brewster reloaded and connected with another Haymaker, this one strong enough to make Vale brace her right hand against the canvas.
“You will heed the toll of Eternal Midnight, sister.” Adelaide sneered even as she backed away from the penitent blonde. “Even if I have to bleed you dry to do it.” Cass didn’t respond with anything more than a muttered curse, so Brewster rushed in and tried to dent that notoriously thick skull with another stiff Knee Strike! This latest head shot finally put Vale on her back, but Adelaide continued on to the corner without attempting even a lackadaisical cover. Grabbing hold of the top rope en route to the second, the Queen of Nightmares dipped down, then launched out and back, her heels pressed snug against her tush so that Brewster came down with her knees THWHUMPING onto Cassandra’s shoulders!
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaT_TBLZNoE
Groaning aloud as she was subjected to the Twitch of the Death Nerve, Vale mustered no resistance when Adelaide spun around, caught her right leg behind the knee and sat down on the blonde’s chest in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Cass shoved the champ away and rolled onto her stomach in a single convulsive motion that Brewster didn’t much care for. Still, she took the opportunity to pounce on the heathen’s back and grab hold of her wrists, right in left and vice versa. “Grrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!” Vale snarled as she tried to wrest her wrists from the brunette’s clutches. “Get the hell offa me you sneaky little HUUUURRRRRRRK!” A cackle of delight from the Daughter of Darkness when she finally crossed Cassandra’s forearms under her chin and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the Noctem Aeturnus.
NOCTEM AETURNUS @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“Don’t bother to speak to me of hell, heathen.” Adelaide commanded as she ground the medicine ball curve of her rump into the small of her challenger’s back. “After all, it is empty and all the devils are here!” She reefed back that much harder and tugged Vale’s arms from side to side in an effort to choke the life from her brawny foe.
Nick Castle had learned a long time ago that one did not simply ask Cassandra Vale if she wanted to submit, at least if you valued your limbs. So he kept a safe distance even though the merc was stretched out on her tummy and currently without the use of her arms. “How you doing, Cassandra? Need me to call for a bell?”
“Stuuuuhhhh…. still moving, Castle.” she grunted. “So don’t ask any more stupid EERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide leaned back that much farther, the torque of the hold now strong enough to peel Vale’s chest off the canvas. “You won’t be moving for much longer, heathen. Unless of course you’re willing to renounce your disgusting materialism and vow fealty at the altar of Eternal MidWHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Surprise bordering on incredulity from the World Champion when Vale shifted hard to the left and drew her right leg forward far enough to plant it on the mat. Determined to keep the heathen grounded in spite of this incessant wriggling, Adelaide made some adjustments of her own, sliding Cassandra’s crossed forearms up so that they were wedged over her mouth and nose. “SUBMIT!” the Famished Fatale barked in the midst of jerking up n’ down on Vale’s wrists. “SUBMIT OR I’LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER STEP OUT FROM BEHIND THAT BAR EVER AGADAMMIT!”
Straightjacket be damned, Cass powered out from beneath Brewster’s controlling bulk and made it to one knee. This partial escape only increased the Churchgoer’s fervor, indeed she sprang to boot-leather, planted a knee between the heathen’s shoulders and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEFED back on that buggerdly Straightjacket! “You’re no match for me, has-been!” Adelaide sneered to the red-faced blonde. “I’m going to leave you as empty and used up as the bottom shelf liquor at closing ti--”
Vale rose to her full height, thus robbing Brewster of all but the most basic control. And still Adelaide would not relent, throwing several heavy, spiteful Kneelifts into the strong curves of Vale’s glutes. Cassandra endured half a dozen without complaint before she made the brunette pay with a well timed STOMP to her plant foot! Brewster cursed, then hobbled backward only to find herself flipped over Vale’s shoulder and onto her butt courtesy of a Snapmare from the still Straightjacketed challenger!
Finally free to use her arms however she damned well pleased, Cass swung around to Adelaide’s right side and used her right hand to palm the crown of her skull. In the next instant she sprang into the air, drew her left arm waaaaaaaaaay back and THAWHAPPED what was essentially a falling Lariat across the base of her opponent’s neck! Adelaide snapped all the way forward before stretching out flat, the stunned battler’s arms thrown wide well overhead while the FAWNatics urged their favorite merc to go for a cover.
BASEMENT LARIAT DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOY9k3ugKHk
Of course Vale wasn’t going to let the zealot off that easy, so she raised both hands to the rafters and brought them CRAAACKING down on Brewster’s exposed belly!
“Bytch!” Adelaide huffed as she crossed both arms over her midsection. “I’ll flay the skin from your bones for NNNGGHHHH!”
Vale flat out punched her adversary in the belly before grabbing hold at shoulder and hip to trundle Brewster onto her stomach. “Don’t waste your breath, sweetheart.” Cass muttered as she cupped her left hand over Adelaide’s chin and used her other hand to take control of the brunette’s right ankle. “I heard the spookiest shyt you can imagine coming from Abigail Williams and it didn’t stop me from beating her ass either.”
“The Lightbringer was a powerful weapon, albeit misguided.” Adelaide clawed at the blonde’s wrist even as Vale planted her right knee in the small of the champ’s back. “Unfortunately it was that weakness that allowed her to fall to a wretched heathen like EEERRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Walking Weapon yanked up on her hooks and stretched out on her left side to haul Adelaide up onto her posted knee in a modified Bow & Arrow that drew groans from even the staunchest detractors of Miranda’s diocese. Taking care to keep steady pressure on the other woman’s chin, Cassandra jostled the hold for several seconds before she observed, “You really think it’s a good idea to talk about the weakness of others when you’re trying to choke back a scream?”
SINGLE LEG BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2AoDD80TFY
Brewster seethed, but kept her voice level when she replied. “It’ll take FAR more than some semi-retired Nebraska barmaid to ever make me screa--” The champ’s jaws shut with an audible ‘clack’ as Vale redoubled her efforts to snap Adelaide over her knee.
“Go ahead and finish that sentence while you can, bytch.” the blonde chided. “Something tells me you’ll have lost your voice… and a whole lot more, before this match is over.”
The Daughter of Darkness made no comment so Nick Castle took the opportunity to get a little closer to the action. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you want to give it up?”
“Nuuuhhh… not to the likes of her, arbiter.” Adelaide hissed. “Nor to any of the other heathens and malcontWHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Cassandra used the chin-pull to stack Brewster on her shoulders in an improvised Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster wriggled free with half a second to spare, scrambled to her feet and earned the biggest ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ gasp of the night when she CRAAACKED Vale across the mouth with a thunderous Bytch Slap. “Don’t you EVER attempt that sort of blatant thievery with me!” she snarled in the merc’s face. “Not unless you want to mumble orders for pitchers of Old Milwaukee and discount chicken wings through a jaw that’s been wired shutNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Cass decked her with a big right hand that spun the Churchgoer around in a swoony half circle and dropped her to all fours. Hardly the most dignified position for the FAWN World Champion, though Brewster made the most of it by reaching out and grabbing hold of the bottom rope. “Check her hands, Castle.” Adelaide grunted instead of demanding a break. “That piece of shyt is carrying a roll of quarters, I know GERRRRHHHHRRRRHHHHK!”
Understandably fed up with the deacon’s drivel, Vale palmed Brewster’s head in both hands and tugged her forward so her throat was snug against the second strand. From there she braced the full weight of her right knee across the back of the champ’s neck, grabbed hold of the top rope and lifted her other foot off the mat to make sure Adelaide was taking aaaaaaaaaaalll of her weight. The Senior Official didn’t bother wasting his breath on a warning, he simply tolled his internal count, the started in on, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Chaos Consultant hopped down with nary a word of protest, though she did make a point of mussing Brewster’s hair as she created some space. Red-faced for reasons that had nothing to do with respiratory issues or her signature Mist, Adelaide flew to her feet, whirled around and flew at the challenger with one arm drawn back for a jaw-shattering Forearm Sma--“UUUUGGGGGGHHHH!” Cass dipped the strike, looped her arms around Brewster’s midsection and cinched down on one of, if not thee strongest Bear Hug in all of FAWN.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEbq3YJkTrA
Adelaide cried out and arched back, her hands flying to the blonde’s elbows, then her wrists as Vale poured on the pressure. More than happy to lean into the taller woman’s retreat, Cassandra rested her cheek on Brewster’s chest while she ground her knotted fists into the zealot’s spine. “You’re lucky I’m not going after the shoulder Crane softened up.” she murmured to the grunting grappler. “Because I’d have already torn that arm off and beaten you with ERRRRRHHHHH!” The Queen of Nightmares palmed Vale’s head in both hands and sank those vaunted canines into opposing forehead! Castle and the FAWNatics complained about this breach of protocol at once, Cass however bared her own teeth, then dipped deep and muscled Brewster off her feet! Legs kicked high, the champ braced her shins against Vale’s hips in hopes of alleviating the worst of the pressure.
“Going to have to chew a little harder next time, baby.” Cassandra taunted. “Because that spook house shyt isn’t going to cut it against AAAAAAHHHHHHH FAHK!” Adelaide palmed the sides of Vale’s skull, but rather than try for another chomp she gouged her thumbs into the mercenary’s eyes!
Blinded by the callous tactic, Cass relinquished the Bear Hug to tend to her vision only to have Brewster catch her with a Wristlock. The champ rocked her foe back on her heels with a Shoulderblock, then stepped clear, dropped a shoulder and sent Vale into the ropes with an Irish Whi-NO! The Merciless Merc dug in her heels, clamped down on the zealot’s wrist and forced her to the strands in her stead, all without seeing anything more definite than a hazy blur. Adelaide must’ve realized this because rather than hook the ropes she hit ‘em full force and came rushing back with a full head of steam. The Lariat Brewster slung at Vale’s chest may well’ve turned her inside out if Cass hadn’t stepped in and wrapped one arm over Addy’s right shoulder and the other under her left armpit. Hands locked across the brunette’s back, Cassandra muscled her into the air like it was nothing, Brewster’s legs swinging up into the rafters while the surly powerhouse spun in a circle and laid out on her belly as hard as she could. The resounding THA-WHAM of Adelaide’s return to the canvas was *almost* blotted out by the roar of the sold out crowd when Vale hooked the far leg and folded her prey in half for the…
BLACK HOLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P10yMedHWjQ
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Devastating though it was, even the confines of a Black Hole Slam couldn’t contain Brewster’s menace as she kicked out with half a heartbeat to spare. Cass settled back on her haunches, showed Nick Castle three fingers just to make sure he wasn’t in error.
“Just two, Cass. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.” Vale smirked as she hauled the woozy brunette to her feet. “I like putting this one through her paces.” With that she hooked her right arm through Brewster’s gams and ‘hupped’ her up across her chest Crossbody-style. Swinging around in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera, Vale patted Adelaide’s tush before she noted, “You really need to recruit a better class of maniac, Wainright.” She rose onto tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the champ down atop her posted thigh.
Brewster groaned and raaaaaaaaked one claw across Vale’s broad back, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to buy her freedom from the predicament. All it got her was a second trip up and another Ribbreaker delivered in short order. No clawing that time around, Adelaide was practically limp in the challenger’s grip when Cassandra straightened up and hurled her backwards with a Fallaway Slam that actually sent Brewster between the top and middle ropes!
RIBBREAKERS & FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWbY0-oE93c
The FAWNatics cheered in anticipation of a zealot-on-floor collision only to groan in irritation because Adelaide cinched an arm around the middle strand and landed heavily on the apron instead. The change in tone told Vale everything she needed to know, meaning the blonde was already lined up when the Daughter of Darkness clambered to her-- Cass roared in behind a lowered shoulder that would’ve skewered Adelaide better than any stake if only the champ hadn’t spun to one side.
Half in, half out of the ring, Vale made a grab for the true believer but Brewster beat her to it with a double handful of hair. THWHONK! Adelaide slammed her knee into the side of the merc’s head as hard as she could and was quite delighted to watch her stumble toward the center of the squared circle with an obvious hitch in her giddy-up. Rather than simply follow her heathen’s trail, the Weeping Angel grabbed the top rope in both hands and sprang onto the rubber-coated steel. Demonstrating a balance that bordered on preternatural, Brewster held her position until Vale turned around almost three whole seconds later. Then she took to the skies once more, then turning a quarter circle to ‘SMECK!’ against Vale’s chest with a perfect Springboard Crossbody… that only knocked Cassandra back a few steps!
“Here we are again.” Cass pinched Brewster’s ass, her lips twisted into a small, humorless smile. “Thanks for making it easy.” “Thhhhuuu… this isn’t over, heathen.” Brewster huffed. “I promise your suffering is only beginnWHOOOOAAAHH!” The Walking Weapon tossed Adelaide up onto her shoulders stall position for a Powerbomb and wrapped her arms around the zealot’s waist to make sure she couldn’t escape. Of course this security was a double-edged sword because Vale couldn’t move her head and this proved most detrimental when Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and PFWOOOSSSSHHED!’ the Red Mist directly into her attacker’s eyes!
Adelaide slid free of Cassandra’s trap shortly thereafter and pounded a Kneelift into blonde belly the instant her boots touched the canvas. Cass doubled over, giving Brewster all the time she needed to raise her right leg for what was nominally an Axe Kick but was in truth little more than a vile STOMP to the back of her opponent’s skull. The blow straightened Vale up so the Queen of Nightmares whipped around in a smooth circle and THWHACKED a Roaring Elbow off the side of her jaw.
AXE & SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Axe & Smash never failed to put a heathen on the floor, so Adelaide wasn’t so much angry as she was vexed when Vale stumbled like a drunk, but never came close to going down. Jaw set in a show of maniacal determination, Brewster charged the merc head out, took to the skies and cinched her left arm around Cassandra’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Free hand on the small of Vale’s back, Brewster leaned forward and kicked her legs up so the soles of her boots were pointed into the rafters. Then she swung those long limbs down and in and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Cass’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a modified version of her Wolvesbane DDT. Cassandra bounced to one knee so the champ sat up and hooked a Half Nelson, all the better to roll the heathen blonde onto her back. The cover that followed was equally brawny, Brewster cinching both of Vale’s legs in a Back Press that folded her in half for the…
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw8hztCp-IE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Roars from the sold out crowd when Cassandra powered loose of the zealot’s grasp with a whisper to spare! “THAT WAS THREE!” Adelaide bellowed at Castle from her incredulous perch on one knee. “SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE HEART TO RESIST ME FOR THIS GUUURRRHHHK!”
The Chaos Consultant sat up, wrapped a hand around the champion’s throat and began to squeeze. “Who needs a heart, asshole?” she grunted amidst dragging the both of them to boot leather. “I work on rage, and I’ve got more than enough to burn you alAAAHHHHH YOU CHEAP BYTCHEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide jammed a thumb in the mercenary’s eye, then followed with a Kneelift between her thighs for good measure. The grip on her neck loosened but didn’t fall away entirely, so Brewster smashed a quick Double Axehandle against Vale’s elbow, then snatched hold of her wrist when it finally fell away. Desperate to put the blonde blasphemer away for good, the Daughter of Darkness folded that captured arm (it was the left) back behind Vale’s head and held it there one-handed so she could rear back and THWHUMP a vicious Heart Punch against the swell of Cass’s left breast.
The shiver running up her forearm told Adelaide she’d hit it just right, so you can understand her bewilderment when the Walking Weapon only stumbled back a step or two. Rather than waste time with such trifling questions as ‘how’ or ‘why’, Brewster reloaded on the fly and double pumped two more Heart Punches into the welt left by her first shot. Each hit harder than the last and the champ let out a primal roar of triumph when Vale finally crumpled to one kneeNOOOOOOOO!
Cassandra stood up and earned one of the loudest pops of the night when she CRAAACKED Adelaide across the mouth with her free hand.
“Why won’t you just DIE?!” the brunette hissed at her adversary.
Vale filled that hand with Brewster’s hair and pulled until her knuckles showed white. “Don’t you remember, bytch? No hearTUUURRRRGGGHHHHH!”
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=12j6izf_1eA
Adelaide punched her three times, one right after the other and eventually Vale DID take a knee, but by then the Weeping Angel was taking no chances. Ripping the penitent heathen to her feet with that damned Wristlock still secured, Brewster swung behind Cass to transform it into a Cut-Throat, then dipped down and slipped her right arm between the challenger’s gams. Muscling Vale up onto her shoulders, Adelaide spun in a single delirious circle and laid out on her right side to THAWHAM Cassandra down on the back of her head and shoulders with one of the most vile applications of Blood & Black Lace in recent memory.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Vale stretched out on her back in what looked like an insensate starfish, yet Adelaide pounced on her like the match was only seconds old. Stretching the merc’s stems with an emphatic Double Leg Grapevine, the Queen of Nightmares claimed Vale’s shoulders in a death grip and bore down with everything she had left while Castle counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Adelaide finally leaned back, the exhausted but victorious brunette raking both hands through her hair as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Nick strode over with the title and would’ve offered it to his charge if Adelaide hadn’t extended a hand in his direction. “Help me up.” she muttered. Understandably leery, Castle shifted the belt to his shoulder, then helped the champion to her feet. He figured it’d be trying his luck to raise the Churchgoer’s hand, but he did went for it anyway and damned if Adelaide let him do so without losing a finger or two.
Claiming her prize amidst the slings and arrows of the heathens, Brewster held the golden faceplate to her forehead, then marked it with a looooooooong, possessive lick and raised it high overhead. “Mania comes when summer dies for fall,” she purred. “But Midnight… and the Queen of Nightmares… comes for one and all!”
She tilted her head and marked that ten pounds of leather and gold with another gory red plume, a blatant challenge to any heathen within the sound of her voice.
The blood spattered belt belonged to the Weeping Angel.
You want it?
Come get it.
EVERY DAY IS EXACTLY THE SAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOartsseGqo
CASSANDRA VALE:
'Every Day is Exactly the Same' dripped from the speakers and the sold out crowd leapt to their feet to await the merc’s arrival. Brushing the curtain aside shortly thereafter, Cassandra paused atop the ramp to sweep her gaze across those assembled. Once the perusal was finished she raised both hands and very deliberately craaaaaaaaacked her knuckles. Cheers all around but Vale didn’t acknowledge them, she only had eyes for the squared circle. Possessed of a self control that was almost impossible to fathom considering the list of atrocities attached to her name, the powerhouse blonde started down the aisle accompanied by Trent Reznor and a whole lotta wicked intentions.
For her first match on FAWN pay-per-view in well over three years, Vale wore a sturdy midnight blue two-piece so dark it was almost black and pads that actually were black. Her hair, last seen in a short sweeping bob, now hung loose to just below the curve of her shoulders, a detail that did not go unnoticed by the sartorially minded segment of the FAWN populace. Ignoring the hands and signs extended in her direction, Vale reached the base of the ramp, hooked right and strode up the steel steps before dipping between top and middle ropes. Alone save for Senior Referee Nick Castle, Vale stopped in the middle of the ring, raised a fist to the rafters, then popped a thumb and drew it across her throat nice and slow like. This got a loud roar from the more bloodthirsty elements of the crowd and it wasn’t long before they’d started a ‘VALE IS GONNA KILL YOU!’ chant. The merc didn’t bother to contradict ‘em, instead she made her way to the far corner where she offered her elbows, wrists, knees and ankles for Castle’s final inspection.
The Announcer, who was rather quite smart despite what the likes of Lyssa Zahn and Elise Winterrest said about him on Instagram, waited for several seconds of silence before he raised his microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen… Miranda Wainright.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
For a moment there was nothing, then the jeers from the crowd told him the gambit paid off. Sure enough, the Septa of Sorrow stood atop the stage, round topped black hat on her head and a microphone in one hand. Smiling ever so slightly, Miranda tipped her hat to the man and said, “Congratulations, heathen. You’re learning.” Benediction dispensed, the slender blonde turned her attention to an old adversary. “Hello, sister. It’s been a long time.”
“Not long enough.” Vale mouthed.
Wainright paid her no mind. “I must admit it’s somewhat disconcerting to see you removed from the squalid confines of that miserable tavern, and yet it does my heart good to know the call of Eternal Midnight is sounding far and wide. After all, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? FAWN’s most callous soldier of fortune has finally come to join the winning side.”
The crowd countered with a resounding ‘NO! NO! NO!’ and Cassandra herself confirmed the position with a single raised middle finger. Miranda looked irritated, though far from surprised. “Of course not, still clinging to that shell of a moral code, I suppose. I must be frank, sister. It pains me to see a creature such as yourself refusing her true nature, but if you refuse to be a weapon of the Church then you must accept your place as the latest victim of the Weeping Angel.”
No one much liked the sound of that, as evidenced by all the jeers, alas which only raised another beatific smile from the Messiah of Misery. “Don’t exhaust yourselves just yet you sad, misbegotten savages! For you are about to find yourself trapped in the very JAWS of Eternal Midnight! Hailing from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is the Daughter of Darkness, the Queen of Nightmares and last but certainly not least, YOUR FAWN World Champion! Now drop to your knees and denigrate yourselves before the might of ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
GLORY & GORE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSVBkD4IRhg
The lights died as her name reached the rafters and the speakers answered the call with the soft, eerie opening of Lorde’s ‘Glory and Gore’. For a moment there was nothing but darkness and pinpricks of cell phone light, then a few lights on either side of the stage ‘whoomped’ on to reveal Miranda waiting in a carpet of ankle deep fog. Still no sign of the toothy Churchgoer and that was the way it stayed until a cold blue light illuminated the gloomy recession leading to the curtain. A figure swung down from the ceiling of that narrow throat, a figure hanging by her knees from a bar suspended just out of camera view. Arms crossed over her chest, Adelaide Brewster opened her eyes, then twisted loose and landed on her feet just as her anthem warned ‘Now we’re in the ring and we’re coming for blood.’
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
Flanked by the Messiah of Misery, Adelaide reached to the small of her back and undid the clasp that held the World Title in place. Raising it to shoulder level, she extended her tongue and sloooooooooowly licked the glimmering faceplate, much to the disgust of those in attendance. Brewster paid them absolutely no mind, focusing instead on a brief conference with Wainwright. When it was over Miranda disappeared into the dark and Adelaide started down the ramp with the title slung over one shoulder. For this defense against another longtime enemy of Miranda’s machinations, the brawny brunette wore a gleaming black two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly (because no one quite dared extend a hand) Adelaide slunk under the bottom ropes, pushed to her feet and took possession of the center. Hungry eyes trained on Cassandra, she hoisted the belt high and threw her head back to ‘FWOOOOOOOOSH’ a cloud of Crimson Mist into the air. Galvanized by the soft patter of this red rain, she handed the strap to Castle and backed into her corner to await the dinner, ahem, opening, bell.
Adelaide Brewster left the corner a bit faster than usual when the bell called this World Championship contest to order. This was not born of any particular desire to lock-up with the blonde on the other side of the ring, rather it was because she most certainly did NOT want to meet the notorious heathen mercenary with her back so close to the buckles. If Cassandra noticed this urgency in the champion she made no sign, indeed she seemed quite unconcerned as she grabbed hold of the top rope and went through a trio of deep knee bends before turning her attention to the Queen of Nightmares. She closed on Adelaide with a lack of concern that would’ve irritated the brunette in any other adversary, but Brewster kept her expression neutral until Vale was only a few steps removed. Then she brought her left hand back, up, and over in a fast looping arc that CRAAACKED her palm against the challenger’s décolletage. Adelaide smirked as the crowd groaned, but her expression shifted to surprise when Cass palmed her head in both hands and THWHUNKED a Headbutt across the bridge of her nose!
The Weeping Angel’s knees shimmied without buckling so she cleared off only for Vale to grab her by the waistband and yank her into a right hook that spanked against her tummy. Brewster doubled over clutching her midsection, meaning her back was entirely defenseless against the blonde’s machinations. Fingers locked in a Double Axehandle, Cassandra pounded a shot into the small of the Churchgoer’s back, then wound up for another that THWHUMPED against the nape of her neck.
The second Axehandle put Adelaide on all fours, though she didn’t stay there for very long. Not that the shift was of her own volition, in truth she had very little to do with it. No, the onus was all on Vale, who bent over her opponent’s left side and cinched her arms around Brewster’s waist. Just like that she muscled the startled brunette off the mat, then swung around in a half circle to make sure the crowd saw what she had in mind. A cheer went up and Adelaide did the same because Vale dropped her hips and flung the brunette away with a deadlift Gutwrench Suplex that dropped the World Champ flat on her butt!
DEADLIFT GUTWRENCH SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFBwuzbNLM0
Brewster bounced to her feet like the canvas was electrified, alas this proved a poor response as she practically walked into the stiff Kneelift Cassandra pounded into her trembling tummy. She doubled over again so Vale sent her right back to the mat courtesy of an overhead Forearm Smash that THWUMPED across the zealot’s shoulders. Snarling in disgust and displeasure as the blonde treated her like some… heathen, Adelaide rolled to a seat and “AAAAAAAHHHHH!”
The Chaos Consultant clamped down on the meat between Brewster’s left shoulder and the base of her neck with a painful Shoulder Claw. To make things worse, she placed her free left hand atop the groping right and puuuuussssshed down to ensure Adelaide endured every ounce of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds.
SHOULDER CLAW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_QSYsw_VMM
Nick Castle had kept a safe distance considering the parties involved, but he moved in almost immediately when he realized Vale had honed in on the shoulder Maddy Crane brutalized over at Red, White and Bruised. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you need to submit?”
Shaking her head would’ve hurt more than she cared to admit, so Brewster waggled a finger instead. “Hardly. But if you could tell me how a woman who hasn’t been more than a novelty act for the last four years managed to cut in line for a World Title match I would appreciate it EEERRRRGGGGHHHH!”
Cassandra spread her feet a little wider and pushed down that much harder. “You want to know how I got here, Brewster?” the merc asked dryly. “Going to a time limit draw with your big ginger wrecking ball last month probably had something to do with it. Not gonna lie though, I did call in a few favors to jump ahead of ‘Ronnie Treymane. Only a few though. There’s plenty of folks in corporate that want to see the big gold belt on someone other than a wannabe vampire.”
Adelaide sneered, reached up with both hands and gouged her nails into the other woman’s forearms. “Oh, so you’re a corporate headhunter now, Vale? That’s a relief. I was concerned it had something to do with poor little Madeline missing three weeks with a strained neNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!”
The Walking Weapon used the Shoulder Claw to haul Brewster to her feet whereupon she immediately segued into a painful Inverted Facelock. She certainly possessed the upper body strength to make Adelaide suffer with a Dragon Sleeper but at the moment she had something a little more primitive on her mind. With Brewster’s chest and tummy entirely exposed, Vale crooked her right arm into a tire iron and thum-thum-thum-THUMPED the brunette’s tits with a crushing quartet of Overhead Forearm Smashes.
INVERTED CHEST CLUBS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGomBXGb7Xo
The finale broke Adelaide free of the Inverted Facelock, not that this was much to celebrate as it meant she dropped to the deck flat on her back. Rolling onto her hip and shoulder to prevent the blonde from going for a pin, Brewster spied the ropes only inches away and lunged to grab hold. “Back off!” she shouted at once. “Tell the bytch to back off, Castle! I’m in the ropes!” Nick made a little shooing motion but didn’t quite dare to actually step between champion and challenger. Thankfully Vale raised both hands and backed to the center of the squared circle so her opponent could catch her breath. “The stoic façade doesn’t fool me, Cassandra.” Adelaide snapped at her opponent. “Slinging drinks at that miserable tavern has made you sympathetic, soft even. Which makes you even more pathetic than the hollow shell you were befUNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
Cass came at her like a freight train and hit almost as hard in the form of a huge Clothesline that THWHUMPED Brewster across her chest. The rubber-coated steel should’ve kept both ladies vertical, however Vale might’ve underestimated her own strength (this was known to happen from time to time) because there was more than enough momentum left after impact to send both women tumbling over the ropes to the floor below! This journey proved at least slightly more comfortable for the mercenary as she landed on all fours, while Adelaide landed in a sloppy sprawl on her back.
Back inside the ring, Castle got close to the ropes but made no attempt to join the action or even start his count. They’d be up soon enough, no need to rush things when it would only mean more hostility directed his way. Sure enough Vale was back to boot leather in under five seconds and a sturdy grip on the brunette’s waistband meant Adelaide joined her shortly thereafter. Spinning the champ ‘round to face her, Cass went low, wedged a shoulder against that righteous belly and plowed across the narrow aisle to BWUUUNK Brewster’s spine against the edge of the apron. This was followed by two more collisions with the apron and a snug Wristlock once Vale finished she was done tenderizing the brunette.
“You know how much bullshyt I have to hear at the Lamb on any given night?” Cassandra muttered to the discombobulated battler. “More than Miranda puts out in a month. That doesn’t make you soft, Brewster. If anything it’s made me that much less forgiving. Which is why I won’t feel bad when I EERRRRHHH!”
Adelaide jabbed a thumb into Vale’s right eye then raaaaaaaaaked her eyes for good measure. Quick to take control of the Wristlock while the blonde was distracted, Brewster turned to one side, took a step back and dropped shoulder to send her half-blinded opposition on a short trip that ended with Cassandra BWUUUNKING shoulder-first into the steel ring-post! Vale stumbled hard without going down, probably because she managed to catch hold of the bottom rope with her other hand. None too pleased by what she considered a blasphemous show of determination, Adelaide stomped up behind the challenger and THWHAPPED a snappy high kick into the underside of her exposed bicep!
“BYTCH!” Cass rounded on the brunette with a huge Haymaker but her response was a tad slower than usual which gave the Weeping Angel enough time to dip it and stuff one shoulder into her foe’s belly. BWUUUUNK! Adelaide drove Cassandra’s spine into the steel post three times in rapid succession. Each one bent the merc’s knees a little bit more, yet Vale remained upright so Brewster twisted around and caught her in a Three Quarters Facelock. The Snapmare that followed wasn’t anyone’s idea of a hardcore staple and yet it succeeded where her earlier efforts had failed. Smiling as she considered the broad, undefended expanse of her opponent’s back, Adelaide took a couple steps back, then hurtled forward to THWHACK a nasty Soccer Kick between Vale’s shoulders.
SNAPMARE & SOCCER KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUei5MWsmtg
It earned an appropriately satisfying groan from several ringside FAWNatics, however Cass herself only hissed in irritation before she spun to one knee! Not quite ready to let her challenger off the floor, Brewster hurried up behind Vale and raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked her eyes until she’d returned to that slumped seat. “C’mon Adelaide! Keep away from her eyes!” Nick called from somewhere above. “And let’s get it back in the ring, ok?” The Daughter of Darkness didn’t reply immediately, rather she got around in front of the blonde via a wide arc that gave her enough room to build up a running start for the Knee Strike she THWONKED between Vale’s eyes!
BASEMENT KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1cmhryMGoU
Cassandra hit the floor and stayed there, so Brewster sashayed her way over to Castle and hopped onto the apron. “You want us back inside, arbiter? Then you’ll have to do your job.”
Nick sighed but otherwise started his count without comment. Determined to dish out as much punishment as she could in the allotted time, Adelaide turned around and backed toward the nearest corner without taking her eyes off Vale. She took off as soon as her butt touched the post, those few steps all she needed to leap off the edge and leeeaaaaan back with her knees drawn to her chest so she came down with every bit of her weight THWHUMPING down across Cassandra’s chest.
APRON SENTON:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7JArkIYivI
“UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH!” Vale sat up the instant Brewster rolled away, her usually stoic features crimped with pain as in the aftermath of the brunette’s heavy ordinance. The landing wasn’t without cost for Adelaide either, though her toothy grimace didn’t keep the zealot down nearly as long as her opponent. Or perhaps it wasn’t pain, but anger that spurred the champion, as she seemed disgusted by the blonde’s progress even though she’d already won the race to verticality by several lengths. With Castle’s count still below ‘TEN’ Brewster filled her hands with Vale’s hair and peeled her off the floor to slap on a Front Facelock.
“I do believe it would bring me great pleasure to simply continue punishing you long after the arbiter’s count has expired.” Adelaide mulled in the midst of slinging Cass’s near arm across her shoulders. “But it would bring me even GREATER pleasure to let the rest of these heathens hear you scream for mercy in the middle of the ring.” She grabbed a handful of Vale’s briefs, then hauled her to high noon (or would that be midnight?) and laid out on her back to THWHAP Cassandra atop the thinly-sheathed concrete with a picture-perfect Vertical Suplex.
Burying both hands in the merc’s hair almost as soon as she released her hooks, Adelaide hauled her upright, then switched over to a trunks ‘n tresses grip to toss her foe under the bottom rope. Back on the apron with a few seconds to spare, Brewster took the top rope in both hands and measured her heathen foe before vaulting into the squared circle with an Elbow Drop that landed hard between Vale’s breasts. The Weeping Angel spun from the landing into a Crossbody and made sure to hook the far leg so snug that Vale’s knee was only a few inches from her chin when Castle counted…
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QevDeGkxdZc
ONE…
Cheers from those assembled when Cassandra grabbed hold of the bottom rope to end the cover as soon as it began. Infuriated by Vale’s ring presence and the heathens’ laughter, Brewster dragged the Chaos Consultant to her feet just long enough to scoop her onto one shoulder. Palming a handful of blonde backside did nothing to silence the nattering FAWNatics, but Adelaide felt it sent a strong message so she didn’t let go until she went up on tiptoe and THWHUMPED Cassandra flat on her back in the middle of the ring.
The thrum of the deck was most satisfying, so Brewster turned away--only to round on one heel when Vale clambered to her knees! There was no question as to the focus of her ire now, in fact the crowd didn’t even register as a minor annoyance when Adelaide reared back and caromed a big right hand off the side of Cassandra’s head. The merc swayed in place, so Brewster reloaded and connected with another Haymaker, this one strong enough to make Vale brace her right hand against the canvas.
“You will heed the toll of Eternal Midnight, sister.” Adelaide sneered even as she backed away from the penitent blonde. “Even if I have to bleed you dry to do it.” Cass didn’t respond with anything more than a muttered curse, so Brewster rushed in and tried to dent that notoriously thick skull with another stiff Knee Strike! This latest head shot finally put Vale on her back, but Adelaide continued on to the corner without attempting even a lackadaisical cover. Grabbing hold of the top rope en route to the second, the Queen of Nightmares dipped down, then launched out and back, her heels pressed snug against her tush so that Brewster came down with her knees THWHUMPING onto Cassandra’s shoulders!
TWITCH OF THE DEATH NERVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaT_TBLZNoE
Groaning aloud as she was subjected to the Twitch of the Death Nerve, Vale mustered no resistance when Adelaide spun around, caught her right leg behind the knee and sat down on the blonde’s chest in a Half Matchbook good for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Cass shoved the champ away and rolled onto her stomach in a single convulsive motion that Brewster didn’t much care for. Still, she took the opportunity to pounce on the heathen’s back and grab hold of her wrists, right in left and vice versa. “Grrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhh!” Vale snarled as she tried to wrest her wrists from the brunette’s clutches. “Get the hell offa me you sneaky little HUUUURRRRRRRK!” A cackle of delight from the Daughter of Darkness when she finally crossed Cassandra’s forearms under her chin and CRAAAAAAAAAAAAANKED back on the Noctem Aeturnus.
NOCTEM AETURNUS @ 00:08
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0xBW3wZGOM
“Don’t bother to speak to me of hell, heathen.” Adelaide commanded as she ground the medicine ball curve of her rump into the small of her challenger’s back. “After all, it is empty and all the devils are here!” She reefed back that much harder and tugged Vale’s arms from side to side in an effort to choke the life from her brawny foe.
Nick Castle had learned a long time ago that one did not simply ask Cassandra Vale if she wanted to submit, at least if you valued your limbs. So he kept a safe distance even though the merc was stretched out on her tummy and currently without the use of her arms. “How you doing, Cassandra? Need me to call for a bell?”
“Stuuuuhhhh…. still moving, Castle.” she grunted. “So don’t ask any more stupid EERRRRGGGHHHH!”
Adelaide leaned back that much farther, the torque of the hold now strong enough to peel Vale’s chest off the canvas. “You won’t be moving for much longer, heathen. Unless of course you’re willing to renounce your disgusting materialism and vow fealty at the altar of Eternal MidWHOOOAAAAAHH!”
Surprise bordering on incredulity from the World Champion when Vale shifted hard to the left and drew her right leg forward far enough to plant it on the mat. Determined to keep the heathen grounded in spite of this incessant wriggling, Adelaide made some adjustments of her own, sliding Cassandra’s crossed forearms up so that they were wedged over her mouth and nose. “SUBMIT!” the Famished Fatale barked in the midst of jerking up n’ down on Vale’s wrists. “SUBMIT OR I’LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER STEP OUT FROM BEHIND THAT BAR EVER AGADAMMIT!”
Straightjacket be damned, Cass powered out from beneath Brewster’s controlling bulk and made it to one knee. This partial escape only increased the Churchgoer’s fervor, indeed she sprang to boot-leather, planted a knee between the heathen’s shoulders and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEFED back on that buggerdly Straightjacket! “You’re no match for me, has-been!” Adelaide sneered to the red-faced blonde. “I’m going to leave you as empty and used up as the bottom shelf liquor at closing ti--”
Vale rose to her full height, thus robbing Brewster of all but the most basic control. And still Adelaide would not relent, throwing several heavy, spiteful Kneelifts into the strong curves of Vale’s glutes. Cassandra endured half a dozen without complaint before she made the brunette pay with a well timed STOMP to her plant foot! Brewster cursed, then hobbled backward only to find herself flipped over Vale’s shoulder and onto her butt courtesy of a Snapmare from the still Straightjacketed challenger!
Finally free to use her arms however she damned well pleased, Cass swung around to Adelaide’s right side and used her right hand to palm the crown of her skull. In the next instant she sprang into the air, drew her left arm waaaaaaaaaay back and THAWHAPPED what was essentially a falling Lariat across the base of her opponent’s neck! Adelaide snapped all the way forward before stretching out flat, the stunned battler’s arms thrown wide well overhead while the FAWNatics urged their favorite merc to go for a cover.
BASEMENT LARIAT DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOY9k3ugKHk
Of course Vale wasn’t going to let the zealot off that easy, so she raised both hands to the rafters and brought them CRAAACKING down on Brewster’s exposed belly!
“Bytch!” Adelaide huffed as she crossed both arms over her midsection. “I’ll flay the skin from your bones for NNNGGHHHH!”
Vale flat out punched her adversary in the belly before grabbing hold at shoulder and hip to trundle Brewster onto her stomach. “Don’t waste your breath, sweetheart.” Cass muttered as she cupped her left hand over Adelaide’s chin and used her other hand to take control of the brunette’s right ankle. “I heard the spookiest shyt you can imagine coming from Abigail Williams and it didn’t stop me from beating her ass either.”
“The Lightbringer was a powerful weapon, albeit misguided.” Adelaide clawed at the blonde’s wrist even as Vale planted her right knee in the small of the champ’s back. “Unfortunately it was that weakness that allowed her to fall to a wretched heathen like EEERRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!”
The Walking Weapon yanked up on her hooks and stretched out on her left side to haul Adelaide up onto her posted knee in a modified Bow & Arrow that drew groans from even the staunchest detractors of Miranda’s diocese. Taking care to keep steady pressure on the other woman’s chin, Cassandra jostled the hold for several seconds before she observed, “You really think it’s a good idea to talk about the weakness of others when you’re trying to choke back a scream?”
SINGLE LEG BOW & ARROW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2AoDD80TFY
Brewster seethed, but kept her voice level when she replied. “It’ll take FAR more than some semi-retired Nebraska barmaid to ever make me screa--” The champ’s jaws shut with an audible ‘clack’ as Vale redoubled her efforts to snap Adelaide over her knee.
“Go ahead and finish that sentence while you can, bytch.” the blonde chided. “Something tells me you’ll have lost your voice… and a whole lot more, before this match is over.”
The Daughter of Darkness made no comment so Nick Castle took the opportunity to get a little closer to the action. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you want to give it up?”
“Nuuuhhh… not to the likes of her, arbiter.” Adelaide hissed. “Nor to any of the other heathens and malcontWHOOOAAAAHHHH!”
Cassandra used the chin-pull to stack Brewster on her shoulders in an improvised Backslide good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Brewster wriggled free with half a second to spare, scrambled to her feet and earned the biggest ‘OH NO SHE DIN’T!’ gasp of the night when she CRAAACKED Vale across the mouth with a thunderous Bytch Slap. “Don’t you EVER attempt that sort of blatant thievery with me!” she snarled in the merc’s face. “Not unless you want to mumble orders for pitchers of Old Milwaukee and discount chicken wings through a jaw that’s been wired shutNNNGGGGHHHHHH!”
Cass decked her with a big right hand that spun the Churchgoer around in a swoony half circle and dropped her to all fours. Hardly the most dignified position for the FAWN World Champion, though Brewster made the most of it by reaching out and grabbing hold of the bottom rope. “Check her hands, Castle.” Adelaide grunted instead of demanding a break. “That piece of shyt is carrying a roll of quarters, I know GERRRRHHHHRRRRHHHHK!”
Understandably fed up with the deacon’s drivel, Vale palmed Brewster’s head in both hands and tugged her forward so her throat was snug against the second strand. From there she braced the full weight of her right knee across the back of the champ’s neck, grabbed hold of the top rope and lifted her other foot off the mat to make sure Adelaide was taking aaaaaaaaaaalll of her weight. The Senior Official didn’t bother wasting his breath on a warning, he simply tolled his internal count, the started in on, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
The Chaos Consultant hopped down with nary a word of protest, though she did make a point of mussing Brewster’s hair as she created some space. Red-faced for reasons that had nothing to do with respiratory issues or her signature Mist, Adelaide flew to her feet, whirled around and flew at the challenger with one arm drawn back for a jaw-shattering Forearm Sma--“UUUUGGGGGGHHHH!” Cass dipped the strike, looped her arms around Brewster’s midsection and cinched down on one of, if not thee strongest Bear Hug in all of FAWN.
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEbq3YJkTrA
Adelaide cried out and arched back, her hands flying to the blonde’s elbows, then her wrists as Vale poured on the pressure. More than happy to lean into the taller woman’s retreat, Cassandra rested her cheek on Brewster’s chest while she ground her knotted fists into the zealot’s spine. “You’re lucky I’m not going after the shoulder Crane softened up.” she murmured to the grunting grappler. “Because I’d have already torn that arm off and beaten you with ERRRRRHHHHH!” The Queen of Nightmares palmed Vale’s head in both hands and sank those vaunted canines into opposing forehead! Castle and the FAWNatics complained about this breach of protocol at once, Cass however bared her own teeth, then dipped deep and muscled Brewster off her feet! Legs kicked high, the champ braced her shins against Vale’s hips in hopes of alleviating the worst of the pressure.
“Going to have to chew a little harder next time, baby.” Cassandra taunted. “Because that spook house shyt isn’t going to cut it against AAAAAAHHHHHHH FAHK!” Adelaide palmed the sides of Vale’s skull, but rather than try for another chomp she gouged her thumbs into the mercenary’s eyes!
Blinded by the callous tactic, Cass relinquished the Bear Hug to tend to her vision only to have Brewster catch her with a Wristlock. The champ rocked her foe back on her heels with a Shoulderblock, then stepped clear, dropped a shoulder and sent Vale into the ropes with an Irish Whi-NO! The Merciless Merc dug in her heels, clamped down on the zealot’s wrist and forced her to the strands in her stead, all without seeing anything more definite than a hazy blur. Adelaide must’ve realized this because rather than hook the ropes she hit ‘em full force and came rushing back with a full head of steam. The Lariat Brewster slung at Vale’s chest may well’ve turned her inside out if Cass hadn’t stepped in and wrapped one arm over Addy’s right shoulder and the other under her left armpit. Hands locked across the brunette’s back, Cassandra muscled her into the air like it was nothing, Brewster’s legs swinging up into the rafters while the surly powerhouse spun in a circle and laid out on her belly as hard as she could. The resounding THA-WHAM of Adelaide’s return to the canvas was *almost* blotted out by the roar of the sold out crowd when Vale hooked the far leg and folded her prey in half for the…
BLACK HOLE SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=P10yMedHWjQ
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Devastating though it was, even the confines of a Black Hole Slam couldn’t contain Brewster’s menace as she kicked out with half a heartbeat to spare. Cass settled back on her haunches, showed Nick Castle three fingers just to make sure he wasn’t in error.
“Just two, Cass. Sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.” Vale smirked as she hauled the woozy brunette to her feet. “I like putting this one through her paces.” With that she hooked her right arm through Brewster’s gams and ‘hupped’ her up across her chest Crossbody-style. Swinging around in a circle that ended with her facing the hard camera, Vale patted Adelaide’s tush before she noted, “You really need to recruit a better class of maniac, Wainright.” She rose onto tiptoes, then dropped to one knee to THWHUMP the champ down atop her posted thigh.
Brewster groaned and raaaaaaaaked one claw across Vale’s broad back, alas it wasn’t nearly enough to buy her freedom from the predicament. All it got her was a second trip up and another Ribbreaker delivered in short order. No clawing that time around, Adelaide was practically limp in the challenger’s grip when Cassandra straightened up and hurled her backwards with a Fallaway Slam that actually sent Brewster between the top and middle ropes!
RIBBREAKERS & FALLAWAY SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWbY0-oE93c
The FAWNatics cheered in anticipation of a zealot-on-floor collision only to groan in irritation because Adelaide cinched an arm around the middle strand and landed heavily on the apron instead. The change in tone told Vale everything she needed to know, meaning the blonde was already lined up when the Daughter of Darkness clambered to her-- Cass roared in behind a lowered shoulder that would’ve skewered Adelaide better than any stake if only the champ hadn’t spun to one side.
Half in, half out of the ring, Vale made a grab for the true believer but Brewster beat her to it with a double handful of hair. THWHONK! Adelaide slammed her knee into the side of the merc’s head as hard as she could and was quite delighted to watch her stumble toward the center of the squared circle with an obvious hitch in her giddy-up. Rather than simply follow her heathen’s trail, the Weeping Angel grabbed the top rope in both hands and sprang onto the rubber-coated steel. Demonstrating a balance that bordered on preternatural, Brewster held her position until Vale turned around almost three whole seconds later. Then she took to the skies once more, then turning a quarter circle to ‘SMECK!’ against Vale’s chest with a perfect Springboard Crossbody… that only knocked Cassandra back a few steps!
“Here we are again.” Cass pinched Brewster’s ass, her lips twisted into a small, humorless smile. “Thanks for making it easy.” “Thhhhuuu… this isn’t over, heathen.” Brewster huffed. “I promise your suffering is only beginnWHOOOOAAAHH!” The Walking Weapon tossed Adelaide up onto her shoulders stall position for a Powerbomb and wrapped her arms around the zealot’s waist to make sure she couldn’t escape. Of course this security was a double-edged sword because Vale couldn’t move her head and this proved most detrimental when Brewster snatched a double handful of hair and PFWOOOSSSSHHED!’ the Red Mist directly into her attacker’s eyes!
Adelaide slid free of Cassandra’s trap shortly thereafter and pounded a Kneelift into blonde belly the instant her boots touched the canvas. Cass doubled over, giving Brewster all the time she needed to raise her right leg for what was nominally an Axe Kick but was in truth little more than a vile STOMP to the back of her opponent’s skull. The blow straightened Vale up so the Queen of Nightmares whipped around in a smooth circle and THWHACKED a Roaring Elbow off the side of her jaw.
AXE & SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nptdathF9c
Axe & Smash never failed to put a heathen on the floor, so Adelaide wasn’t so much angry as she was vexed when Vale stumbled like a drunk, but never came close to going down. Jaw set in a show of maniacal determination, Brewster charged the merc head out, took to the skies and cinched her left arm around Cassandra’s noggin in a Front Facelock. Free hand on the small of Vale’s back, Brewster leaned forward and kicked her legs up so the soles of her boots were pointed into the rafters. Then she swung those long limbs down and in and laid out on her back to THWHONK the crown of Cass’s skull into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a modified version of her Wolvesbane DDT. Cassandra bounced to one knee so the champ sat up and hooked a Half Nelson, all the better to roll the heathen blonde onto her back. The cover that followed was equally brawny, Brewster cinching both of Vale’s legs in a Back Press that folded her in half for the…
JUMPING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw8hztCp-IE
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Roars from the sold out crowd when Cassandra powered loose of the zealot’s grasp with a whisper to spare! “THAT WAS THREE!” Adelaide bellowed at Castle from her incredulous perch on one knee. “SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE HEART TO RESIST ME FOR THIS GUUURRRHHHK!”
The Chaos Consultant sat up, wrapped a hand around the champion’s throat and began to squeeze. “Who needs a heart, asshole?” she grunted amidst dragging the both of them to boot leather. “I work on rage, and I’ve got more than enough to burn you alAAAHHHHH YOU CHEAP BYTCHEEERRRGGGHHH!”
Adelaide jammed a thumb in the mercenary’s eye, then followed with a Kneelift between her thighs for good measure. The grip on her neck loosened but didn’t fall away entirely, so Brewster smashed a quick Double Axehandle against Vale’s elbow, then snatched hold of her wrist when it finally fell away. Desperate to put the blonde blasphemer away for good, the Daughter of Darkness folded that captured arm (it was the left) back behind Vale’s head and held it there one-handed so she could rear back and THWHUMP a vicious Heart Punch against the swell of Cass’s left breast.
The shiver running up her forearm told Adelaide she’d hit it just right, so you can understand her bewilderment when the Walking Weapon only stumbled back a step or two. Rather than waste time with such trifling questions as ‘how’ or ‘why’, Brewster reloaded on the fly and double pumped two more Heart Punches into the welt left by her first shot. Each hit harder than the last and the champ let out a primal roar of triumph when Vale finally crumpled to one kneeNOOOOOOOO!
Cassandra stood up and earned one of the loudest pops of the night when she CRAAACKED Adelaide across the mouth with her free hand.
“Why won’t you just DIE?!” the brunette hissed at her adversary.
Vale filled that hand with Brewster’s hair and pulled until her knuckles showed white. “Don’t you remember, bytch? No hearTUUURRRRGGGHHHHH!”
HEART PUNCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=12j6izf_1eA
Adelaide punched her three times, one right after the other and eventually Vale DID take a knee, but by then the Weeping Angel was taking no chances. Ripping the penitent heathen to her feet with that damned Wristlock still secured, Brewster swung behind Cass to transform it into a Cut-Throat, then dipped down and slipped her right arm between the challenger’s gams. Muscling Vale up onto her shoulders, Adelaide spun in a single delirious circle and laid out on her right side to THAWHAM Cassandra down on the back of her head and shoulders with one of the most vile applications of Blood & Black Lace in recent memory.
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Vale stretched out on her back in what looked like an insensate starfish, yet Adelaide pounced on her like the match was only seconds old. Stretching the merc’s stems with an emphatic Double Leg Grapevine, the Queen of Nightmares claimed Vale’s shoulders in a death grip and bore down with everything she had left while Castle counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell sounded and Adelaide finally leaned back, the exhausted but victorious brunette raking both hands through her hair as the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Nick strode over with the title and would’ve offered it to his charge if Adelaide hadn’t extended a hand in his direction. “Help me up.” she muttered. Understandably leery, Castle shifted the belt to his shoulder, then helped the champion to her feet. He figured it’d be trying his luck to raise the Churchgoer’s hand, but he did went for it anyway and damned if Adelaide let him do so without losing a finger or two.
Claiming her prize amidst the slings and arrows of the heathens, Brewster held the golden faceplate to her forehead, then marked it with a looooooooong, possessive lick and raised it high overhead. “Mania comes when summer dies for fall,” she purred. “But Midnight… and the Queen of Nightmares… comes for one and all!”
She tilted her head and marked that ten pounds of leather and gold with another gory red plume, a blatant challenge to any heathen within the sound of her voice.
The blood spattered belt belonged to the Weeping Angel.
You want it?
Come get it.