Post by dsb on Nov 11, 2018 21:57:44 GMT
After the opening video package (an excellent effort highlighted by a dueling voice over between Susannah Burlingame and Adelaide Brewster) All Hallows Evil cut to the arena in the Madhouse basement, the venue already packed save for a handful of FAWNatics still trickling to their seats. Already in his appointed place was the Announcer and in a slight departure from tradition, he was already flanked by women in three of the four corners. Turning his attention to the hard camera once the music reached non-cacophonous levels, he said, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to All Hallows Evil! Our opening contest is a ‘Fresh Blood’ Triple Threat Match put together to show off some of FAWN’s newest talents! Introducing first, in the corner to my right, hailing from Holguin, Cuba, she stands at five feet two inches and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is Sofia Garcia!”
SOFIA GARCIA:
The slender brunette, clad in a simple black two piece and matching boots, hopped up and twisted around in mid-air to land on the second rope to better salute the crowd. She raised a fist as matter of course, then grinned and blew a kiss to a rather enthusiastic group that shouted ‘WE LOVE YOU, SOFIA!”
Once that died down, the Announcer went on. “And in the corner behind me, hailing from Grapevine, Texas, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, this is Heather Crofton!”
HEATHER CROFTON:
Another round of cheers, this time for a sturdy fireplug blonde in a bright yellow two-piece and white pads and boots. Heather didn’t mount the buckles to greet her burgeoning fans, she did however take a few steps forward before offering a bright smile and a brawny bicep flex. “Hope you’re ready for a treat, Orlando!” she told those assembled before backing into her corner.
“And in the corner to my left, hailing from Russellville, Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, allow me to introduce Elisha Krantz!”
ELISHA KRANTZ:
Unlike her adversaries, who’d received small but spirited responses, the willowy redhead in a burgundy one-piece and black boots received nothing but jeers, as she’d already established herself as a nearly insufferable presence in opening contests and on the landscape of social media. Thoroughly unimpressed by their outpouring, Elisha raised a hand as if to cup her ear, only to flip the fans off instead. “Kiss my ass, losers.”
With the Announcer out of the way, the referee turned to the Timekeeper and--
“Stay your hand, arbiter.”
All eyes turned to the entryway, where none other than the Messiah of Misery herself, Miranda Wainright lurked with microphone in hand. Seeing she had the congregation’s attention, the blonde went on.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
“While I find no fault in the recitation of facts we just heard, I do take umbrage with the meaning behind tonight’s opening contest. For this is no mere match, it is an anniversary! For you see, six years ago, on a night very much like tonight, a Triple Threat just like this one was joined by a woman I call sister, and whom everyone else calls FAWN World Champion. Yes indeed, Adelaide Brewster made a resounding impression when she debuted six years ago and tonight it gives me the greatest of pleasure to see another member of my flock do the same. So empty your hands and clamber to your unworthy feet heathens, for it’s time I introduced the FOURTH and final competitor in this contest. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Ladies and so called gentlemen I give to you PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny appeared with the chorus, the newest Churchgoer rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the fog so it looked as though the lithesome brunette materialized up through the floor itself. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to Miranda, who said, “Immortality is yours, sister. Take it.”
That was more than enough blessing for Tremblay, she turned her attention to the women in the ring and started forward with the Septa of Sorrow trailing a few steps behind. For her baptism in the font of FAWN, Miranda’s latest convert wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing Miranda. A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Rising after a suitable period of supplication, the Churchgoer scanned her heathen opposition before settling into the corner she’d leapt from moments prior.
When the bell CLANGED a moment later the fledgling fandoms of Heather Crofton and Sofia Garcia urged their favorites to step to Miranda’s charge, but in the end it was none other than the icy-eyed Elisha Krantz that took point against the encroaching Churchgoer. “Do you really think you can just waltz in here and take this opportunity from us?” the redhead sneered as she strolled out of her corner. “Well I’ve got news for you, altar girl. I can’t stand these two bytches,” she gestured to Sofia and Heather, “but at least they’ve earned the right to stand in this ring with me. What’ve you done? Earned the backing of FAWN’s creepiest televangelist? Big f*cking deal.”
Crofton, who’d been waging war with Krantz in dark matches and house shows for the better part of six months, found herself nodding along with Elisha’s assessment. Sofia Garcia remained silent, the Cuban expat letting her attention flit between the other three women in search of some hint on who might flinch first.
As for Penelope Tremblay, she took a moment to eye Crofton and Garcia before honing in on Krantz. “I’ve earned far more than a mere endorsement, you nasty little heathen.” Tremblay replied once she’d stepped to within a couple feet of the redhead. “I’ve earned her respect, not to mention the backing of the entire Church of Eternal Midnight. What have you ever earned, other than a few markedly undeserved comparisons to Miriam Gaiman?”
The question was still on her lips when Elisha stormed in nose to nose. “What’ve I earned, cutie?” she raised both hands and ‘SMECKED’ them against Tremblay’s chest to shove her back a few steps. “Just the right to preen and prance all over your sniffling little face! But first…”
Krantz brought her hands up, settled into a springy crouch and reared back on her heels only to whip around in a quarter circle to fly at Heather Crofton with a Clothesline at the ready!
Six weeks ago this feint would’ve caught the blonde off guard, however a couple dozen cheap shots did wonders for her reaction time and she dipped aside just in time to send the duplicitous tyro into the ropes with a well-placed hand in the small of the back. Disgusted by Crofton’s cowardly evasion, Elisha came out off the strands on a beeline for the equally annoying Sofia Gar-- the brunette caught Krantz’s wrist and sent her on her way to the far side of the NO!
Elisha dug in and sent Garcia to the strands in her place. Sofia seemed to return much faster than she left, yet Elisha was ready and waiting, the redhead bent over with her right arm hooked to catch Sofia in a Sidewalk Sla--the FAWN newcomer earned the biggest pop of her burgeoning career when she spun through Elisha’s clutches to wrap her legs around Krantz’s noggin just to whip around behind her for a Crucifix that flowed into a tumble under and over Elisha’s right arm only to finish as a Front Facelock that powered the massive Satellite DDT that spiked her would-be assailant’s forehead into the canvas with a resounding TWHONK!
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXdIRb8CWts
Krantz somersaulted onto her back, bounced to a wobbly seat and was promptly THWHUMPED flat to the canvas by Heather Crofton coming off the ropes with a Basement Crossbody! Quick to hook her rival’s far leg, Heather nodded along with the ref’s count of…
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPDyIrLWppw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elisha kicked with a whisper to spare, causing Crofton to question Merle with three raised fing--THWHACK!
Penny made the heathen pay a high price for her inattention courtesy of a Buzzsaw Kick delivered directly across the nape of her neck! Heather’s head snapped forward and she tumbled onto one side with both hands swaddled around her skull. With half the field strewn about the canvas, Tremblay turned her attention to Sofia and said, “Trickery and ignorance are costly lapses, heathen. Dare I hope you righteous enough to meet this battle head on?”
Garcia twitched her fingers, the svelte little spitfire simultaneously nervous and eager to test herself against anyone that stood shoulder to shoulder with Miranda Wainright. “You just kicked my friend in the back of the head without so much as a word of warning.” Sofia noted as she began to circle. “That doesn’t seem to righteous to me, babe.”
Tremblay didn’t bother to move, she simply beckoned the other brunette to her with a crooked finger. “You’re more than welcome to question my motives, sister.” she murmured. “I only request that you do it from a bit clo--”
Garcia granted her wish with a lightning quick lunge into a contentious Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Knees bent to get up under the taller woman, Sofia managed to march Penny back into corner where she shifted her hands to Tremblay’s chin and stepped onto the bottom rope to force her head back at a perilous angle. “This is what you get for sticking your nose in our business, honey.” Sofia chided. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about EEERRRGGHHH!”
Tremblay buried a hand in her attacker’s hair and wrenched backward, forcing Garcia off her perch. The hair-hold quickly gave way to a Side Headlock, Penny taking great pains to grrrrrrrriiiiiind Sofia’s temple against the point of one hip. “The concerns of heathens don’t interest me in the slightest.” she murmured. “Unless it involves the most satisfying ways to cast them screaming into the gaping maw of Eternal Mid--”
CRAAACK! Sofia twisted loose of the Headlock, caught Tremblay’s right hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and just lit into her chest with a huge Overhand slap! Penny staggered but remained caught in Garcia’s grasp which meant she had to trail along behind when the smaller brunette raced to the corner and scampered onto the top rope. A flawless Springboard Armdrag was mere heartbeats away, yet time itself meant nothing to the followers of Eternal Midnight and so Miranda was hardly surprised when her newest convert hooked a hand around Sofia’s left ankle and gave it a sharp yank. There was a low ‘TWANG’ followed by a much louder groan from both Garcia and the Basement Dwellers, the latter joining the former in a show of sympathetic anguish as Sofia landed crotch-first astride the top rope.
Satisfied that she’d slowed the frenetic fiend for the foreseeable future, Tremblay took a moment to assess the situation and discovered that Elisha and Heather had resumed their rivalry with a particularly acrimonious exchange of Knife-Edge Chops in the opposite corner. “It seems your friend is otherwise occupied. Perhaps the snap of your spine will draw her attention.” Penny told Sofia just before she wedged her head under the mewling grappler’s left arm. Hooking her right arm around Garcia’s waist and her left hand at the Cuban expat’s left hip, Tremblay treated her foe’s undercarriage to a single rough bounce on the rubber-coated steel, then muscled Sofia clear of the ropes and pivoted her around ninety degrees to bring her THWHUMPING down across Penny’s posted knee.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Garcia bounced to the mat, then groaned a little louder when Tremblay bundled both legs and folded her in half with a Back Press that held through…
ONE…
TWO…
Sofia kicked out just after ‘TWO’, earning a satisfied nod from the zealot. “So you’re at least slightly more durable than the typical clay pigeon, that’s admirable. But I wonder if you can stand up to the slings and arrows of a supposed friend?” The other brunette couldn’t muster a response, so Penny scraped her off the mat with a handful of hair then transitioned to a Wristlock so she could bull her into the corner opposite the other pair of heathens. Careful to keep a shoulder wedged against Sofia’s sternum, Tremblay glanced over one shoulder to confirm that Crofton wasn’t suffering Krantz’s machinations. She was not, in fact the sturdy blonde had mounted the second rope to better pound away at Elisha’s pate with a flurry of punches tolled by the audience. With the stage thus set, Tremblay stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent Sofia racing toward the opposite corner via an Irish Whip.
The highflier was barely out of her grasp when Penny shouted, “WATCH OUT, HEATHER!”
Understandably preoccupied with the feel of her knuckles against Krantz’s forehead and the roar of the Basement Dwellers (they were all the way to ‘EIGHT!’) Crofton didn’t even consider the possibility of treachery, she simply sprang from her perch, twisted around in mid-air and led with her right shoulder to cut the would-be cheap shot artist in half with a beautiful Diving Spear! Driven into the deck with ring-shivering force, Garcia’s legs flopped into the air and Crofton might’ve hooked one or both right there if she hadn’t noticed the Churchgoer watching her with a nasty smile. Eyes going wide, the blonde raked a hand through her hair and glanced down into the pain-wracked face of her flattened friend.
“Aaaahhh DAMMIT!” Heather groaned. “I’m sorry Sofia, I thought it was NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Crofton paid a much higher price for her second lapse because Elisha came out of the corner at a flat run, hopped into the air and THWHUNKED both knees into the base of her rival’s defenseless neck!
RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0LxLIK4B3E
Heather went down like a ton of bricks and she might’ve found herself back in Krantz’s wicked hands if the redhead hadn’t been distracted by the approach of Miranda’s newest acolyte. Careful to keep at least one body between herself and Tremblay, Elisha offered the brunette a courtly little bow as she swept a hand over the supine blonde. “Consider this a gift exchange.” she said of Crofton while she filled her hands with Garcia’s dark hair. “But all treaties are null and void the instant these two are finished.”
Tremblay offered no response to that so Elisha hauled the brunette up and wrenched her backward into an Inverted Facelock customized by the addition of a firm grip on Sofia’s left wrist. Drawing that limb snug across the Cuban expat’s chest, Krantz glared out at the crowd and demanded, “Remember your first look at greatness!” Then she yanked on the Wristlock to spin Garcia into a Front Facelock even as she laid out on her back to SPIKE Sofia’s skull on the canvas with the Ripcord DDT she’d dubbed the Red Scare. Whatever you called it the maneuver made a starfished wreck of Sofia Garcia, who flopped onto her back and offered no resistance when Krantz hooked the near leg in a gaudy Back Press good for the…
RED MENACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvxOu6_rxNc
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The fans jeered disapproval, which wasn’t nearly enough to stop the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, Sofia Garcia has been eliminated.”
Satisfied with the outcome of her little game of misdirection, Tremblay cupped Crofton around the ears and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Her next move remained a mystery because Krantz hurried up alongside to double down on the Facelock and snag a handful of Heather’s sunny yellow waistband. “Oh don’t give me that look.” Elisha said of Penny’s withering glare. “The sooner we dismiss these pretenders the sooner we can steal the show.”
The willowy ingénue spared a glance at Miranda, who answered with a single nod. Replicating the redhead’s hold on Crofton’s trunks, she said, “Lift on my signal. One. Two. Three!”
Krantz did as bade and the pair hoisted their burden to about two o’clock before sitting out to THWHONK Heather with a huge DDT! Heather flopped onto her back, tried to sit up and was shoved down flat by Elisha, who promptly hooked the far leg.
DOUBLE LIFTING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YC5kicmkZM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny seized the redhead’s leg and dragged her clear, causing Krantz to scramble to boot leather.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped. “Bytch is done, let me get her out of here!” “Garcia was my gift to you, sister. But Heather Crofton is promised to the altar of Eternal Midnight. You would do well to remember--”
CRAAACK! Elisha slapped the ever-lovin’ taste out of the true believer’s mouth to end their alliance as quickly as it’d began. “And I don’t take orders from FLUNKIES.” Krantz sneered in her opponent’s ear. “ You’d do well to remember NNNNGGGGHH!”
Tremblay blasted the redhead across the mouth with a Forearm Smash, then reached out to catch Elisha by trunks and tresses when she bobbled around in a loopy half circle. Yanking on Krantz’s bottoms hard enough to earn a rumble of applause from the crowd, Penny wheeled toward the nearest corner and flung the heathen into a BWOOONGING face-first collision with the middle turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW3CSmswcbM
Elisha’s head snapped back and she went down in an ungainly sprawl that would’ve been perfect pickin’s for Tremblay if a voice on her six hadn’t challenged, “How about you fight me face to face, scum bag?”
Penny tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears before rounding on the recovered blonde. “Is that really what you want, sister? Rest assured, it is no mercy to see your end coming.”
Heather rolled her shoulders and beckoned the brunette forward. “Step right up, babe. We’ll see who ends who.”
Tremblay accepted the challenge with no further prompting, she simply strode into Crofton’s personal space and checked her chin with a snappy European Uppercut! Heather staggered, shook it off, then answered with a European Uppercut of her own. Penny soaked it up, nodded at the heathen and CLOUTED her across the chest with a Forearm Smash that made the Basement Dwellers cri-- CRAAAACK!
LOVE TAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uupVe_PfSeg
Crofton earned ‘oooooh’s’ from those in attendance, a pained groan from her adversary and even a glimpse of wide-eyed surprise from Miranda herself when she lit up the acolyte’s cleavage with an double-barreled overhand slap that echoed through the Madhouse basement. “C’MON PENNY!” she roared over the aftermath of her brutal ‘Love Tap’. “YOU WANTED TO CRASH THE PARTY SO BAD, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GONNNNNGGGGHH!”
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IWv6gfDR0s
Tremblay charged, leapt and drilled the point of her left knee into the smaller wrestler’s cheek! She’d expected Crofton to collapse like any other weak-willed heathen, so Penny was caught rather off guard when Heather bounced off the ropes and came roaring in with a big right hand that caromed off the brunette’s jaw!
“That it, tough girl?” Crofton barked as Tremblay’s knees shimmied. “Maybe you should’ve prayed a little harder before--”
Penny turned her head with a savage slap, then caught hold of the blonde’s wrist and sent her into the strands with NOPE! Heather revered the momentum of the Whip so Penny hit the ropes at a near run and came back with truly righteous Rolling Elb-- Crofton got low, stuffed her hands against the brunette’s midsection and pushed up with all her considerable strength to launch Tremblay into the lights. Arms windmilling wildly to regain control of ascent and descent, Penny was effectively defenseless when Heather reared back and THWHAPPED her across the side of the head with a huge Elbow Smash!
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
The newest Churchgoer landed hard on one side and Crofton was right there to splash across her chest, the fireplug blonde making sure to hook both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Penny kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO’ which told Heather there was much more work to do. As luck would have it she had no problem putting in the effort so she grabbed her opponent under the armpits and hauled the both of them back to boot leath--
“UUUNNNNGGGGHH!” Elisha tagged her rival across the back of the head with a pinpoint Dropkick that also THUMPED Crofton’s forehead against Tremblay’s chest in an impromptu Headbutt! Still reeling after the big Elbow Smash, Penny’s legs gave way and she tumbled between top and middle ropes while Heather crumpled to her knees with her neck and one arm draped awkwardly over the second strand. Taking a moment to enjoy her command over the contest, Krantz fluffed her hair before offering the Basement Dwellers an imperial sneer and a rather vulgar single finger salute. “Don’t get used to this.” she told the sold out crowd. “Soon I’ll be crushing your heroines in the Main Event! But first there’s the matter of this bit of blonde trash.”
Elisha laid claim to Heather’s waistband, hauled her to verticality and immediately doubled her over with a heavy Forearm Smash to the back of the neck. Crofton grabbed the strands for support, started to call for a break, unfortunately the redhead spun her around and drove a Kneelift into her chest to silence all that nonsense. A Front Facelock combined with a handful of trunks was enough to hoist Heather to three o’clock, which in turn set her ankles across the top rope. Krantz abandoned the tog tugging just to blow a kiss to the crowd, then twisted under the exposed blonde to spin her off the strands in a savage corkscrew that ended with the back of her head and shoulders THWHUMPING against the mat!
WHIPLASH NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzRs8f8NQBU
Crofton jounced into a hapless spread eagle and would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Elisha hadn’t pounced on her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Heather inched a shoulder off the mat with a whisper to spare, her resilience earning a raucous cheer from the crowd and a withering glare from Krantz. “Oh, I see. You want to be my doormat again, only on pay-per-view this time? Fine with me, bytch.” Jamming her hands into Crofton’s hair before the smaller grappler could muster any response, Krantz hauled her blonde upright and neatly scooped her onto one shoulder. Those fans that paid close attention to dark matches and curtain jerkers knew what was coming and they murmured with concern the instant Elisha stuffed her burden into the corner for a Tree of Woe. Sure enough Heather’s predicament only grew worse when Krantz stepped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district.
“That’s right, nowhere to go sweetie!” she planted her boots on the blonde’s shins, forcing a low moan from the trapped battler. Perched directly above the vulnerable tyro, Elisha favored the crowd with a mocking parade wave, then sank into a crouch and--“GUUURRHK!” Crofton ‘crunched’ her way into a seat and wrapped both hands around the redhead’s throat. Eyes wide with surprise, Krantz clamped down on Heather’s forearms to break her grip but Crofton held on tight and dropped back into the Tree to send her rival soaring halfway across the squared circle with a gorgeous Belly to Belly Suplex!
SPIDER BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbnDG0Ub0eI
Elisha landed with an echoing THWHAM, started to sit up and was promptly pasted all over the canvas when Penny Tremblay came off the opposite corner with a ‘where’d she freakin’ come from?’ Frog Splash! Crushed into semi-catatonia by the Churchgoer’s Dying Breath, Krantz barely groaned when Penny hooked the far leg in a knee on chest cradle that kept her folded in half through the…
LAST BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtbO0cYXX7k
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen, Elisha Krantz has been eliminated!”
Tremblay barely heard this confirmation of her good works, she’d already pushed to boot leather and whirled around in search of-- Heather Crofton found her first, the ballistic blonde rookie soaring into the zealot’s personal airspace with her right arm extended for a gorgeous Diving Clothesline that THWHAPPED directly across Penny’s sternum! Knocked flat by the unexpected aerial bombardment, Penny closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, a task made all the more difficult because Crofton bundled both legs in a Back Press and held on for…
DIVING CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTGC6_Rgcxo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay kicked free to save herself from an ignominious debut by the slimmest of margins. Panting hard after the exertions of the last few minutes, Heather sat up, raked a hand through her hair and just stayed in one place until her respiration returned to normal. Once it did she got to her feet, moved down to the brunette’s south end and took possession of her ankles. “Can’t say I’m happy with you crashing our Halloween Party.” she told Tremblay after she’d tucked the other woman’s shins beneath her armpits. “But I won’t complain too loudly if it means I get to beat a member of the Church of Eternal Midnight.”
Braced on her elbows, Penny tried to wrench free with no success. “You won’t beat anyone, sister.” she growled. “You’ll merely be the latest heathen to fall into our blessed darkEEEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Crofton muscled Penny up so she was resting on her shoulders which made it that much easier for her to roll the leggy rookie onto her stomach, then step over for a deep, DEEP Boston Crab. Set down in a heavy squat just inches above her foe’s tush, Heather let the Crab work its magic for almost ten seconds before she asked, “Ready to call it a night, honey?”
“NO!” Penny barked at once. “Don’t waste my time with stupid quesEEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Crofton sat on the small of Tremblay’s back, adding that much more pressure to the hold. “Doesn’t sound stupid to me, Penny. Heather teased. “Sounds like I’m paying more attention to your back than you are. Now, do you wanna give?” Wainright’s acolyte made no verbal reply, she only planted her hands on the mat and puuuuuushed hard enough to raise herself up by a few inches. Heather thought the brunette would try to drag them both to the ropes, instead Tremblay pushed up a little higher, tucked her chin against her chest and braced the crown of her skull against the mat. Alarmed by the Churchgoer’s rangy strength, Crofton rose ever so slightly though didn’t loosen the Crab one bit. “Don’t know what you’re doing, Penny.” she warned the struggling wrestler. “I just know you’re not making it any easier on yourseWHOOOAAHH!”
A final push allowed Tremblay to swing back through the blonde’s planted stems, a simple adjustment that turned the Boston Crab into a harmless Double Leg. Well, not entirely harmless, as Heather promptly turned in a quarter circle, all the better to get her opponent in line with the nearest corner for a noggin-rattling slingsho--“EEERRRGGHHH!”
Penny sat up much as Heather had done against Elisha, but instead of gripping the blonde’s throat she jabbed a thumb into her eye! Heather dropped the zealot’s stems to tend to her blurred vision, meaning she was effectively blind when Tremblay stuffed both boots against the blonde’s chest and sent her flying into the buckles with a righteous Mule Kick! Flying blind, Crofton BWUUUNGED spine-first into the thinly-padded buckles and stumbled back out into deep water, the wounded blonde keeping one hand out in front while the other rubbed at her aching CRAAACK!
Tremblay caught her across the cheek with a cringe-worthy Bytch Slap that spun Crofton around on one heel. Just like that the Church’s Bad Penny wedged her head under the blonde’s left arm and looped both arms around her waist. She lifted Heather up high for a Backdrop Suplex only to swing into position below her and lay out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest. Heather THWHUMPED down full force onto the posted joints and bounced away, the rookie powerhouse reduced to so much mewling sludge as Tremblay planted a knee on her chest and drew the far leg up in a snug Cradle punctuated by a count of…
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED but the brunette didn’t relinquish her hooks until Miranda dipped through the ropes and offered her hand. Raising his voice to be heard over the jeers, the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, Heather Crofton has been eliminated. Your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“Remember those words, heathens.” Miranda told the jeering crowd as she entered the ring to stand beside her charge. “They are no simple proclamation, rather they are a harbinger of victories to come, for both the Church of Eternal Midnight and this woman, ‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay.” She turned to the newcomer and continued, “Sister, you have opened the night’s festivities by smiting three groveling heathens. Therefore it is only fair that you lead the choir in our benediction.”
Accepting the microphone with no small amount of reverence, Penelope Tremblay thought it over for several seconds before she said, “Heathens rejoice when the Madhouse calls… but Midnight comes for one and all.”
Gloom descended, the retreated just as quickly. Miranda and Penny vanished with it, leaving nothing but Heathen Crofton and the Basement Dwellers to ponder that ominous promise.
SOFIA GARCIA:
The slender brunette, clad in a simple black two piece and matching boots, hopped up and twisted around in mid-air to land on the second rope to better salute the crowd. She raised a fist as matter of course, then grinned and blew a kiss to a rather enthusiastic group that shouted ‘WE LOVE YOU, SOFIA!”
Once that died down, the Announcer went on. “And in the corner behind me, hailing from Grapevine, Texas, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, this is Heather Crofton!”
HEATHER CROFTON:
Another round of cheers, this time for a sturdy fireplug blonde in a bright yellow two-piece and white pads and boots. Heather didn’t mount the buckles to greet her burgeoning fans, she did however take a few steps forward before offering a bright smile and a brawny bicep flex. “Hope you’re ready for a treat, Orlando!” she told those assembled before backing into her corner.
“And in the corner to my left, hailing from Russellville, Illinois, she stands at five feet six inches tall and weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds, allow me to introduce Elisha Krantz!”
ELISHA KRANTZ:
Unlike her adversaries, who’d received small but spirited responses, the willowy redhead in a burgundy one-piece and black boots received nothing but jeers, as she’d already established herself as a nearly insufferable presence in opening contests and on the landscape of social media. Thoroughly unimpressed by their outpouring, Elisha raised a hand as if to cup her ear, only to flip the fans off instead. “Kiss my ass, losers.”
With the Announcer out of the way, the referee turned to the Timekeeper and--
“Stay your hand, arbiter.”
All eyes turned to the entryway, where none other than the Messiah of Misery herself, Miranda Wainright lurked with microphone in hand. Seeing she had the congregation’s attention, the blonde went on.
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
“While I find no fault in the recitation of facts we just heard, I do take umbrage with the meaning behind tonight’s opening contest. For this is no mere match, it is an anniversary! For you see, six years ago, on a night very much like tonight, a Triple Threat just like this one was joined by a woman I call sister, and whom everyone else calls FAWN World Champion. Yes indeed, Adelaide Brewster made a resounding impression when she debuted six years ago and tonight it gives me the greatest of pleasure to see another member of my flock do the same. So empty your hands and clamber to your unworthy feet heathens, for it’s time I introduced the FOURTH and final competitor in this contest. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Ladies and so called gentlemen I give to you PENELOPE TREMBLAY!”
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
The lights went out as the speakers came on, the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’. The house lights stayed dark, but a combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog made the whole ramp appear quite watery indeed.
Can you even see what you're fighting for?
Bloodlust in a holy war.
Listen up hear the patriots shout,
'Times are changing.'
In the end the choice was clear,
Take a shot in the face of fear.
Fist up in the firing line.
'TIMES ARE CHANGING!'
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
Penny appeared with the chorus, the newest Churchgoer rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the fog so it looked as though the lithesome brunette materialized up through the floor itself. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to Miranda, who said, “Immortality is yours, sister. Take it.”
That was more than enough blessing for Tremblay, she turned her attention to the women in the ring and started forward with the Septa of Sorrow trailing a few steps behind. For her baptism in the font of FAWN, Miranda’s latest convert wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Ignoring the heathen hands as easily as the rest of her sisters, Tremblay ascended the steel steps, climbed onto the empty ring-post and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing Miranda. A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Rising after a suitable period of supplication, the Churchgoer scanned her heathen opposition before settling into the corner she’d leapt from moments prior.
When the bell CLANGED a moment later the fledgling fandoms of Heather Crofton and Sofia Garcia urged their favorites to step to Miranda’s charge, but in the end it was none other than the icy-eyed Elisha Krantz that took point against the encroaching Churchgoer. “Do you really think you can just waltz in here and take this opportunity from us?” the redhead sneered as she strolled out of her corner. “Well I’ve got news for you, altar girl. I can’t stand these two bytches,” she gestured to Sofia and Heather, “but at least they’ve earned the right to stand in this ring with me. What’ve you done? Earned the backing of FAWN’s creepiest televangelist? Big f*cking deal.”
Crofton, who’d been waging war with Krantz in dark matches and house shows for the better part of six months, found herself nodding along with Elisha’s assessment. Sofia Garcia remained silent, the Cuban expat letting her attention flit between the other three women in search of some hint on who might flinch first.
As for Penelope Tremblay, she took a moment to eye Crofton and Garcia before honing in on Krantz. “I’ve earned far more than a mere endorsement, you nasty little heathen.” Tremblay replied once she’d stepped to within a couple feet of the redhead. “I’ve earned her respect, not to mention the backing of the entire Church of Eternal Midnight. What have you ever earned, other than a few markedly undeserved comparisons to Miriam Gaiman?”
The question was still on her lips when Elisha stormed in nose to nose. “What’ve I earned, cutie?” she raised both hands and ‘SMECKED’ them against Tremblay’s chest to shove her back a few steps. “Just the right to preen and prance all over your sniffling little face! But first…”
Krantz brought her hands up, settled into a springy crouch and reared back on her heels only to whip around in a quarter circle to fly at Heather Crofton with a Clothesline at the ready!
Six weeks ago this feint would’ve caught the blonde off guard, however a couple dozen cheap shots did wonders for her reaction time and she dipped aside just in time to send the duplicitous tyro into the ropes with a well-placed hand in the small of the back. Disgusted by Crofton’s cowardly evasion, Elisha came out off the strands on a beeline for the equally annoying Sofia Gar-- the brunette caught Krantz’s wrist and sent her on her way to the far side of the NO!
Elisha dug in and sent Garcia to the strands in her place. Sofia seemed to return much faster than she left, yet Elisha was ready and waiting, the redhead bent over with her right arm hooked to catch Sofia in a Sidewalk Sla--the FAWN newcomer earned the biggest pop of her burgeoning career when she spun through Elisha’s clutches to wrap her legs around Krantz’s noggin just to whip around behind her for a Crucifix that flowed into a tumble under and over Elisha’s right arm only to finish as a Front Facelock that powered the massive Satellite DDT that spiked her would-be assailant’s forehead into the canvas with a resounding TWHONK!
SATELLITE DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXdIRb8CWts
Krantz somersaulted onto her back, bounced to a wobbly seat and was promptly THWHUMPED flat to the canvas by Heather Crofton coming off the ropes with a Basement Crossbody! Quick to hook her rival’s far leg, Heather nodded along with the ref’s count of…
BASEMENT CROSSBODY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vPDyIrLWppw
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Elisha kicked with a whisper to spare, causing Crofton to question Merle with three raised fing--THWHACK!
Penny made the heathen pay a high price for her inattention courtesy of a Buzzsaw Kick delivered directly across the nape of her neck! Heather’s head snapped forward and she tumbled onto one side with both hands swaddled around her skull. With half the field strewn about the canvas, Tremblay turned her attention to Sofia and said, “Trickery and ignorance are costly lapses, heathen. Dare I hope you righteous enough to meet this battle head on?”
Garcia twitched her fingers, the svelte little spitfire simultaneously nervous and eager to test herself against anyone that stood shoulder to shoulder with Miranda Wainright. “You just kicked my friend in the back of the head without so much as a word of warning.” Sofia noted as she began to circle. “That doesn’t seem to righteous to me, babe.”
Tremblay didn’t bother to move, she simply beckoned the other brunette to her with a crooked finger. “You’re more than welcome to question my motives, sister.” she murmured. “I only request that you do it from a bit clo--”
Garcia granted her wish with a lightning quick lunge into a contentious Collar & Elbow Lock-Up. Knees bent to get up under the taller woman, Sofia managed to march Penny back into corner where she shifted her hands to Tremblay’s chin and stepped onto the bottom rope to force her head back at a perilous angle. “This is what you get for sticking your nose in our business, honey.” Sofia chided. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about EEERRRGGHHH!”
Tremblay buried a hand in her attacker’s hair and wrenched backward, forcing Garcia off her perch. The hair-hold quickly gave way to a Side Headlock, Penny taking great pains to grrrrrrrriiiiiind Sofia’s temple against the point of one hip. “The concerns of heathens don’t interest me in the slightest.” she murmured. “Unless it involves the most satisfying ways to cast them screaming into the gaping maw of Eternal Mid--”
CRAAACK! Sofia twisted loose of the Headlock, caught Tremblay’s right hand in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock and just lit into her chest with a huge Overhand slap! Penny staggered but remained caught in Garcia’s grasp which meant she had to trail along behind when the smaller brunette raced to the corner and scampered onto the top rope. A flawless Springboard Armdrag was mere heartbeats away, yet time itself meant nothing to the followers of Eternal Midnight and so Miranda was hardly surprised when her newest convert hooked a hand around Sofia’s left ankle and gave it a sharp yank. There was a low ‘TWANG’ followed by a much louder groan from both Garcia and the Basement Dwellers, the latter joining the former in a show of sympathetic anguish as Sofia landed crotch-first astride the top rope.
Satisfied that she’d slowed the frenetic fiend for the foreseeable future, Tremblay took a moment to assess the situation and discovered that Elisha and Heather had resumed their rivalry with a particularly acrimonious exchange of Knife-Edge Chops in the opposite corner. “It seems your friend is otherwise occupied. Perhaps the snap of your spine will draw her attention.” Penny told Sofia just before she wedged her head under the mewling grappler’s left arm. Hooking her right arm around Garcia’s waist and her left hand at the Cuban expat’s left hip, Tremblay treated her foe’s undercarriage to a single rough bounce on the rubber-coated steel, then muscled Sofia clear of the ropes and pivoted her around ninety degrees to bring her THWHUMPING down across Penny’s posted knee.
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWthLMpEXw8
Garcia bounced to the mat, then groaned a little louder when Tremblay bundled both legs and folded her in half with a Back Press that held through…
ONE…
TWO…
Sofia kicked out just after ‘TWO’, earning a satisfied nod from the zealot. “So you’re at least slightly more durable than the typical clay pigeon, that’s admirable. But I wonder if you can stand up to the slings and arrows of a supposed friend?” The other brunette couldn’t muster a response, so Penny scraped her off the mat with a handful of hair then transitioned to a Wristlock so she could bull her into the corner opposite the other pair of heathens. Careful to keep a shoulder wedged against Sofia’s sternum, Tremblay glanced over one shoulder to confirm that Crofton wasn’t suffering Krantz’s machinations. She was not, in fact the sturdy blonde had mounted the second rope to better pound away at Elisha’s pate with a flurry of punches tolled by the audience. With the stage thus set, Tremblay stepped away, dropped a shoulder and sent Sofia racing toward the opposite corner via an Irish Whip.
The highflier was barely out of her grasp when Penny shouted, “WATCH OUT, HEATHER!”
Understandably preoccupied with the feel of her knuckles against Krantz’s forehead and the roar of the Basement Dwellers (they were all the way to ‘EIGHT!’) Crofton didn’t even consider the possibility of treachery, she simply sprang from her perch, twisted around in mid-air and led with her right shoulder to cut the would-be cheap shot artist in half with a beautiful Diving Spear! Driven into the deck with ring-shivering force, Garcia’s legs flopped into the air and Crofton might’ve hooked one or both right there if she hadn’t noticed the Churchgoer watching her with a nasty smile. Eyes going wide, the blonde raked a hand through her hair and glanced down into the pain-wracked face of her flattened friend.
“Aaaahhh DAMMIT!” Heather groaned. “I’m sorry Sofia, I thought it was NNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Crofton paid a much higher price for her second lapse because Elisha came out of the corner at a flat run, hopped into the air and THWHUNKED both knees into the base of her rival’s defenseless neck!
RUNNING DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0LxLIK4B3E
Heather went down like a ton of bricks and she might’ve found herself back in Krantz’s wicked hands if the redhead hadn’t been distracted by the approach of Miranda’s newest acolyte. Careful to keep at least one body between herself and Tremblay, Elisha offered the brunette a courtly little bow as she swept a hand over the supine blonde. “Consider this a gift exchange.” she said of Crofton while she filled her hands with Garcia’s dark hair. “But all treaties are null and void the instant these two are finished.”
Tremblay offered no response to that so Elisha hauled the brunette up and wrenched her backward into an Inverted Facelock customized by the addition of a firm grip on Sofia’s left wrist. Drawing that limb snug across the Cuban expat’s chest, Krantz glared out at the crowd and demanded, “Remember your first look at greatness!” Then she yanked on the Wristlock to spin Garcia into a Front Facelock even as she laid out on her back to SPIKE Sofia’s skull on the canvas with the Ripcord DDT she’d dubbed the Red Scare. Whatever you called it the maneuver made a starfished wreck of Sofia Garcia, who flopped onto her back and offered no resistance when Krantz hooked the near leg in a gaudy Back Press good for the…
RED MENACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvxOu6_rxNc
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The fans jeered disapproval, which wasn’t nearly enough to stop the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, Sofia Garcia has been eliminated.”
Satisfied with the outcome of her little game of misdirection, Tremblay cupped Crofton around the ears and reeled her into a Front Facelock. Her next move remained a mystery because Krantz hurried up alongside to double down on the Facelock and snag a handful of Heather’s sunny yellow waistband. “Oh don’t give me that look.” Elisha said of Penny’s withering glare. “The sooner we dismiss these pretenders the sooner we can steal the show.”
The willowy ingénue spared a glance at Miranda, who answered with a single nod. Replicating the redhead’s hold on Crofton’s trunks, she said, “Lift on my signal. One. Two. Three!”
Krantz did as bade and the pair hoisted their burden to about two o’clock before sitting out to THWHONK Heather with a huge DDT! Heather flopped onto her back, tried to sit up and was shoved down flat by Elisha, who promptly hooked the far leg.
DOUBLE LIFTING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YC5kicmkZM8
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny seized the redhead’s leg and dragged her clear, causing Krantz to scramble to boot leather.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped. “Bytch is done, let me get her out of here!” “Garcia was my gift to you, sister. But Heather Crofton is promised to the altar of Eternal Midnight. You would do well to remember--”
CRAAACK! Elisha slapped the ever-lovin’ taste out of the true believer’s mouth to end their alliance as quickly as it’d began. “And I don’t take orders from FLUNKIES.” Krantz sneered in her opponent’s ear. “ You’d do well to remember NNNNGGGGHH!”
Tremblay blasted the redhead across the mouth with a Forearm Smash, then reached out to catch Elisha by trunks and tresses when she bobbled around in a loopy half circle. Yanking on Krantz’s bottoms hard enough to earn a rumble of applause from the crowd, Penny wheeled toward the nearest corner and flung the heathen into a BWOOONGING face-first collision with the middle turnbuckle!
TURNBUCKLE BIEL TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW3CSmswcbM
Elisha’s head snapped back and she went down in an ungainly sprawl that would’ve been perfect pickin’s for Tremblay if a voice on her six hadn’t challenged, “How about you fight me face to face, scum bag?”
Penny tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ears before rounding on the recovered blonde. “Is that really what you want, sister? Rest assured, it is no mercy to see your end coming.”
Heather rolled her shoulders and beckoned the brunette forward. “Step right up, babe. We’ll see who ends who.”
Tremblay accepted the challenge with no further prompting, she simply strode into Crofton’s personal space and checked her chin with a snappy European Uppercut! Heather staggered, shook it off, then answered with a European Uppercut of her own. Penny soaked it up, nodded at the heathen and CLOUTED her across the chest with a Forearm Smash that made the Basement Dwellers cri-- CRAAAACK!
LOVE TAP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uupVe_PfSeg
Crofton earned ‘oooooh’s’ from those in attendance, a pained groan from her adversary and even a glimpse of wide-eyed surprise from Miranda herself when she lit up the acolyte’s cleavage with an double-barreled overhand slap that echoed through the Madhouse basement. “C’MON PENNY!” she roared over the aftermath of her brutal ‘Love Tap’. “YOU WANTED TO CRASH THE PARTY SO BAD, SHOW ME WHAT YOU GONNNNNGGGGHH!”
JUMPING KNEE STRIKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IWv6gfDR0s
Tremblay charged, leapt and drilled the point of her left knee into the smaller wrestler’s cheek! She’d expected Crofton to collapse like any other weak-willed heathen, so Penny was caught rather off guard when Heather bounced off the ropes and came roaring in with a big right hand that caromed off the brunette’s jaw!
“That it, tough girl?” Crofton barked as Tremblay’s knees shimmied. “Maybe you should’ve prayed a little harder before--”
Penny turned her head with a savage slap, then caught hold of the blonde’s wrist and sent her into the strands with NOPE! Heather revered the momentum of the Whip so Penny hit the ropes at a near run and came back with truly righteous Rolling Elb-- Crofton got low, stuffed her hands against the brunette’s midsection and pushed up with all her considerable strength to launch Tremblay into the lights. Arms windmilling wildly to regain control of ascent and descent, Penny was effectively defenseless when Heather reared back and THWHAPPED her across the side of the head with a huge Elbow Smash!
POP-UP ELBOW SMASH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1YleegSvlGI
The newest Churchgoer landed hard on one side and Crofton was right there to splash across her chest, the fireplug blonde making sure to hook both legs for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Penny kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO’ which told Heather there was much more work to do. As luck would have it she had no problem putting in the effort so she grabbed her opponent under the armpits and hauled the both of them back to boot leath--
“UUUNNNNGGGGHH!” Elisha tagged her rival across the back of the head with a pinpoint Dropkick that also THUMPED Crofton’s forehead against Tremblay’s chest in an impromptu Headbutt! Still reeling after the big Elbow Smash, Penny’s legs gave way and she tumbled between top and middle ropes while Heather crumpled to her knees with her neck and one arm draped awkwardly over the second strand. Taking a moment to enjoy her command over the contest, Krantz fluffed her hair before offering the Basement Dwellers an imperial sneer and a rather vulgar single finger salute. “Don’t get used to this.” she told the sold out crowd. “Soon I’ll be crushing your heroines in the Main Event! But first there’s the matter of this bit of blonde trash.”
Elisha laid claim to Heather’s waistband, hauled her to verticality and immediately doubled her over with a heavy Forearm Smash to the back of the neck. Crofton grabbed the strands for support, started to call for a break, unfortunately the redhead spun her around and drove a Kneelift into her chest to silence all that nonsense. A Front Facelock combined with a handful of trunks was enough to hoist Heather to three o’clock, which in turn set her ankles across the top rope. Krantz abandoned the tog tugging just to blow a kiss to the crowd, then twisted under the exposed blonde to spin her off the strands in a savage corkscrew that ended with the back of her head and shoulders THWHUMPING against the mat!
WHIPLASH NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzRs8f8NQBU
Crofton jounced into a hapless spread eagle and would’ve stayed there for quite some time if Elisha hadn’t pounced on her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Heather inched a shoulder off the mat with a whisper to spare, her resilience earning a raucous cheer from the crowd and a withering glare from Krantz. “Oh, I see. You want to be my doormat again, only on pay-per-view this time? Fine with me, bytch.” Jamming her hands into Crofton’s hair before the smaller grappler could muster any response, Krantz hauled her blonde upright and neatly scooped her onto one shoulder. Those fans that paid close attention to dark matches and curtain jerkers knew what was coming and they murmured with concern the instant Elisha stuffed her burden into the corner for a Tree of Woe. Sure enough Heather’s predicament only grew worse when Krantz stepped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district.
“That’s right, nowhere to go sweetie!” she planted her boots on the blonde’s shins, forcing a low moan from the trapped battler. Perched directly above the vulnerable tyro, Elisha favored the crowd with a mocking parade wave, then sank into a crouch and--“GUUURRHK!” Crofton ‘crunched’ her way into a seat and wrapped both hands around the redhead’s throat. Eyes wide with surprise, Krantz clamped down on Heather’s forearms to break her grip but Crofton held on tight and dropped back into the Tree to send her rival soaring halfway across the squared circle with a gorgeous Belly to Belly Suplex!
SPIDER BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbnDG0Ub0eI
Elisha landed with an echoing THWHAM, started to sit up and was promptly pasted all over the canvas when Penny Tremblay came off the opposite corner with a ‘where’d she freakin’ come from?’ Frog Splash! Crushed into semi-catatonia by the Churchgoer’s Dying Breath, Krantz barely groaned when Penny hooked the far leg in a knee on chest cradle that kept her folded in half through the…
LAST BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtbO0cYXX7k
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
“Ladies and gentlemen, Elisha Krantz has been eliminated!”
Tremblay barely heard this confirmation of her good works, she’d already pushed to boot leather and whirled around in search of-- Heather Crofton found her first, the ballistic blonde rookie soaring into the zealot’s personal airspace with her right arm extended for a gorgeous Diving Clothesline that THWHAPPED directly across Penny’s sternum! Knocked flat by the unexpected aerial bombardment, Penny closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath, a task made all the more difficult because Crofton bundled both legs in a Back Press and held on for…
DIVING CLOTHESLINE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTGC6_Rgcxo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay kicked free to save herself from an ignominious debut by the slimmest of margins. Panting hard after the exertions of the last few minutes, Heather sat up, raked a hand through her hair and just stayed in one place until her respiration returned to normal. Once it did she got to her feet, moved down to the brunette’s south end and took possession of her ankles. “Can’t say I’m happy with you crashing our Halloween Party.” she told Tremblay after she’d tucked the other woman’s shins beneath her armpits. “But I won’t complain too loudly if it means I get to beat a member of the Church of Eternal Midnight.”
Braced on her elbows, Penny tried to wrench free with no success. “You won’t beat anyone, sister.” she growled. “You’ll merely be the latest heathen to fall into our blessed darkEEEEERRRRGGGGHHH!”
Crofton muscled Penny up so she was resting on her shoulders which made it that much easier for her to roll the leggy rookie onto her stomach, then step over for a deep, DEEP Boston Crab. Set down in a heavy squat just inches above her foe’s tush, Heather let the Crab work its magic for almost ten seconds before she asked, “Ready to call it a night, honey?”
“NO!” Penny barked at once. “Don’t waste my time with stupid quesEEEERRRRRRGGGHHH!”
Crofton sat on the small of Tremblay’s back, adding that much more pressure to the hold. “Doesn’t sound stupid to me, Penny. Heather teased. “Sounds like I’m paying more attention to your back than you are. Now, do you wanna give?” Wainright’s acolyte made no verbal reply, she only planted her hands on the mat and puuuuuushed hard enough to raise herself up by a few inches. Heather thought the brunette would try to drag them both to the ropes, instead Tremblay pushed up a little higher, tucked her chin against her chest and braced the crown of her skull against the mat. Alarmed by the Churchgoer’s rangy strength, Crofton rose ever so slightly though didn’t loosen the Crab one bit. “Don’t know what you’re doing, Penny.” she warned the struggling wrestler. “I just know you’re not making it any easier on yourseWHOOOAAHH!”
A final push allowed Tremblay to swing back through the blonde’s planted stems, a simple adjustment that turned the Boston Crab into a harmless Double Leg. Well, not entirely harmless, as Heather promptly turned in a quarter circle, all the better to get her opponent in line with the nearest corner for a noggin-rattling slingsho--“EEERRRGGHHH!”
Penny sat up much as Heather had done against Elisha, but instead of gripping the blonde’s throat she jabbed a thumb into her eye! Heather dropped the zealot’s stems to tend to her blurred vision, meaning she was effectively blind when Tremblay stuffed both boots against the blonde’s chest and sent her flying into the buckles with a righteous Mule Kick! Flying blind, Crofton BWUUUNGED spine-first into the thinly-padded buckles and stumbled back out into deep water, the wounded blonde keeping one hand out in front while the other rubbed at her aching CRAAACK!
Tremblay caught her across the cheek with a cringe-worthy Bytch Slap that spun Crofton around on one heel. Just like that the Church’s Bad Penny wedged her head under the blonde’s left arm and looped both arms around her waist. She lifted Heather up high for a Backdrop Suplex only to swing into position below her and lay out on her back with both knees drawn tight to her chest. Heather THWHUMPED down full force onto the posted joints and bounced away, the rookie powerhouse reduced to so much mewling sludge as Tremblay planted a knee on her chest and drew the far leg up in a snug Cradle punctuated by a count of…
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED but the brunette didn’t relinquish her hooks until Miranda dipped through the ropes and offered her hand. Raising his voice to be heard over the jeers, the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, Heather Crofton has been eliminated. Your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
“Remember those words, heathens.” Miranda told the jeering crowd as she entered the ring to stand beside her charge. “They are no simple proclamation, rather they are a harbinger of victories to come, for both the Church of Eternal Midnight and this woman, ‘Bad’ Penny Tremblay.” She turned to the newcomer and continued, “Sister, you have opened the night’s festivities by smiting three groveling heathens. Therefore it is only fair that you lead the choir in our benediction.”
Accepting the microphone with no small amount of reverence, Penelope Tremblay thought it over for several seconds before she said, “Heathens rejoice when the Madhouse calls… but Midnight comes for one and all.”
Gloom descended, the retreated just as quickly. Miranda and Penny vanished with it, leaving nothing but Heathen Crofton and the Basement Dwellers to ponder that ominous promise.
