Post by dsb on Dec 19, 2018 21:23:44 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Tel Aviv, Israel, she stands at five feet ten inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty pounds. This is… DAYNA ERZA!”
DAYNA ERZA:
The domineering figure emerged from the curtains upon the sound of her entrance anthem, accompanied by her shorter, meek assistant, Miss Williams. Clad in a blouse and pencil skirt worthy of a corporate takeover, Erza wasn’t someone you’d peg as a professional wrestler if you encountered her in a corner office or an executive boardroom. Of course perceptions could change quickly, and that’s just what they did once Dayna removed her jacket and shirt to reveal a body born of a nearly Amazonian workout regimen sheathed in a black turtleneck one piece with gem-decorated collar.
She came to a stop before the steel steps where she was presented with the rest of her gear, including socks, black ring boots and kneepads, from the suitcase Miss Williams had been carrying. There, she removed her heels and put on the rest of her gear before stepping into the ring. No nonsense or theatrics, the executive moved into her corner where she did dynamic stretches, awaiting for her opponent’s arrival.
The Announcer resumed his duties once Dayna was settled in the far corner. “And introducing her opponent! Representing the Black Court, she hails from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex brushed through the curtains and set up shop center stage to offer the FAWNatics a grin and a jaunty double bicep flex. For tonight‘s battle with Boardroom Baroness, the Court’s Mistress of Arms sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
BECKY CLAYTON:
Grin disappearing as she turned her attention to looming Israeli Powerhouse, Clayton muttered, “Hope you’re ready for more than Power Point presentations and team building exercises, girl. Because I’m in the mood for a fight.”
More than ready to clash with the Imperious Executive, Clayton broke her reverie and headed down the aisle at a brisk pace. Fans on either side still extended their hands despite Becky’s Black Court affiliation and unlike the Ace or the Raven, the Peacekeeper answered in kind, though the careful observer noted she never let her eyes leave the woman waiting on her in the squared circle.
Breaking into a run at the bottom of the ramp, Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher tipped a much more relaxed salute to her adversary en route to the corner where Craig made his final inspection.
Seemingly unconcerned (or possibly even unimpressed) at the idea of squaring off with the Siege Engine of the Black Court, Erza moved out of the corner with the opening bell, her long stride taking her to the center of the squared circle. “My assistant tells me that you may well be preoccupied with other issues.” Dayna told the approaching blonde in a clipped, vaguely supercilious tone. “While I will always appreciate the ability to multitask, I assure you that giving me anything less than your complete, undivided attention will result in a short, painful, thoroughly humbling lesson between these ropes. Have I made myself clear, Ms. Clayton?”
Becky regarded the leggy brunette with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “As crystal. Oh, and Ms. Erza?” Dayna arched an eyebrow, said nothing. “You’re two inches taller and five pounds heavier, not NEARLY the advantage you need to talk down to me. Do it again and I promise to drag your arrogant face across every inch of this canvas. Have I made myself clear?”
Erza’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she raised her hands. “I believe you have. Defend yourself, Ms. Clayton.”
Dayna pounced half a heartbeat later, the Israeli Powerhouse catching Becky in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced the Courtier to cede several paces before she dug in her heels. Erza didn’t approve of the slow down and she expressed her irritation with a palm wedged in across the blonde’s jaw. Becky grunted, answered with a chin-push of her own and earned a surprised grunt from Dayna when she backed her all the way to center and a little beyond. “Don’t think you’re gonna get big on me, suit.” Clayton muttered. “You want to win this fight? You’re gonna have to--”
The Imperious Executive hunched forward and shoved hard enough to send the former World Champion onto her heels. “If you’re implying I don’t have the nerve to face you in the trenches,” Erza sniped amidst a minor adjustment to her black one-piece, “I promise to disabuse you of that notion as quickly and emphatically as possibNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky caught Dayna with a retaliatory clench, but rather than march the big brunette to the corners or the ropes she put one hand against her cheek and sent her stumbling with a shove that was ninety-five percent pie-face. “Just hearing a lot of talk, pretty girl.” the Camouflage Crusher muttered. “I thought you were out here looking for a wrestling match, not a Powerpoint PresentatOOOFFFFHH!”
Erza caught her in the navel with a quick Toe Kick that doubled Clayton over on impact. Gifted the open expanse of her foe’s back, Dayna drew a bead on Becky’s shoulders and THWHAPPED her with a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash. Clayton straightened up on impact so Ezra snagged a wrist and sent her rushing into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Shuffling to one side as the other wrestler made her return, Dayna planted on her back (left) foot and lashed out with a flawless Shoot Kick that THWHACKED Becky’s chest! Erza was used to dropping her sparring partners with a single stroke, so she was a bit surprised when Clayton only grunted and stumbled a little. But surprise did not equate to confusion or disappointment, indeed Erza was all smiles as she lit into the Courtier with two more kicks, the last of which sent Becky backpedaling into a neutral corner. Not about to pass up this golden opportunity to impart some wisdom (and impose her will) Dayna gripped the top rope in both hands to use it for extra leverage while she thwhack-thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKED away at Clayton’s chest with a quartet of kicks.
SHOOT KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-x1t5mbCAc
Slightly removed from the action, Craig only made it halfway through his first warning before Erza whipped around on one foot to run the ropes directly opposite her kick-staggered adversary. Dayna returned moments later and leapt from several feet out, the agile Destroyer drawing back her right arm for a Flying Elbow Smash that BWUUUUNGED off the top turnbuckle when Becky dodged out of the way! Landing awkwardly after the errant strike, Ezra came out of corner with that arm drawn across her chest which meant her defenses were effectively halved when Clayton almost folded her in half with a Shoulderblock that slammed her against the roughly-padded steel.
The press of Dayna’s weight on her back told Becky that the brunette’s butt was *this close* to being wedged on the second turnbuckle. On another night she would’ve tacked on a few more shots to the belly to finish the job, but two months of skirmishes with the Churchgoers and Erza’s condescending attitude had put the RoboBabe in a foul mood so she jerked Dayna out of the corner with a simple Double Leg, then popped up on tiptoe and swung in a half circle before dropping to her knees to THAWHAM the Israeli import to the deck with a huge Spinebuster! Clayton reared back on the aftershock only to drop right into a Crossbody, the veteran blonde hooking the far leg in a tight Cradle to keep Erza folded in half through the…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLpgS6SKqUE
ONE…
TWO…
Erza kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that she wasn’t about to dismissed on a single maneuver. Yet a Becky Clayton Spinebuster was nothing to sneeze at either and Dayna was forced to return to verticality a bit earlier than she would’ve liked thanks to the blonde’s rather insistent grip on her ears. “Unhand me.” Erza huffed as she clambered off one knee. “I said unhand me NNNGGGHHH!” She punctuated her demand by jamming a dagger-like elbow into Clayton’s belly, unfortunately the Courtier answered right back with a quick Kneelift to her opponent’s temple. Dayna’s legs went watery but they didn’t desert her until Becky secured a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped her onto her butt with a quick Snapmare.
Patently unwilling to let the other woman dictate terms, Erza scrambled to one knee and would’ve gone farther if Clayton hadn’t jabbed a quick Headbutt into the nape of her neck. Settled on her knees for the moment, Erza cursed when Becky grabbed her biceps and pulled them backward over the Army Brat’s strong thighs. It could’ve been the start to some variation on the Abdominal Stretch, instead Clayton simply cupped her left hand over Dayna’s chin so she could haul off and THWHAP a heavy Crossface Smash along her jaw. Dayna shuddered, reached for Becky’s hair and cursed when the blonde switched off to double down on the roughhousing approach.
CROSSFACE SMASHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVDiwGBMUpo
“This the kind of attention you were looking for, Dayna?” Becky asked after a third and fourth Crossface. “Seems like you do a whole lot better when you’re paying chicks to just stand there and take your OOFFH! NGH! NGH!”
The Ferocious Financier stuffed a Headbutt of her own Clayton’s breadbasket, then followed it by gouging her elbows into the other woman’s encroaching thighs. This forced Becky to back off long enough for Erza to regain one knee, though she’d barely started to rise when the Camouflage Crusher stepped in close and clamped down on her opponent’s shoulders with a pair of white-knuckle grips. “Eeeeerrrrrrggggghhhh!” Dayna stood up straight, reached for the ropes, then reached for her opponent’s wrists when Becky deftly turned her back to the center of the ring.
E-TOOL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RGhfYNpIgg
“I know you’re not going to tap out.” Clayton admitted even as she gouged her thumbs into the brunette’s trapezius. “But you still might want to find your way to the ropes before I ruin those Crossfit arms of yours.”
“Argghhh!” Dayna bellowed as the Shoulder Claw forced her onto her knees, a sight not seen in FAWN before. Whenever her hands tried to reach for something, be it the ropes or Becky’s claws, Clayton would dig even deeper into her trapezius, forcing her to give up any thoughts of breaking the hold. Craig would (pointlessly) ask Dayna if she surrendered but a head shake would always be the answer. It took her a while before she could collect her strength and power to her feet despite Becky’s best attempts to keep her grounded.
The Israeli powerhouse backpedaled herself into the corner with speed and smashed all of her body weight into the Clayton, granting Erza a moment of relief.
“You think you could beat me with...ARGHHHH”, Dayna’s words were quickly and rudely interrupted with another Shoulder Claw.
“I brought you down to you knees, didn’t I?”, Becky answered at once, irking the brunette. Dayna grabbed the top ropes right to prevent the blonde from forcing her to kneel.
Craig quickly interjected with warning counts but...“that will not be necessary.”, Dayna muttered and smashed her hips into Becky‘s midsection, loosening the hold. Usually not within her repertoire, Dayna drew her hips forward, then thrust them backward to slam her booty into the midsection of the Courtier!
Becky’s talons fell off her prey and went to her stomach. Suddenly short of breath, Clayton leaned against the turnbuckles to steady her legs. As for Dayna, she rolled her shoulders to work out the kinks before rounding on the huffing blonde.
“I’m must say, your performance is satisfactory. But satisfactory won‘t be enough to compete with me for long.” Dayna pulled the blonde vertical by her locks and jabbed a thumb into her throat!
Eyes wide open, the Courtier gagged and choked, clasped her neck as she crumpled to one knee. Her face depicted agony even though she’s not quite able to vocalize her pain.
“I learned in business that in order to survive, you have to be cutthroat.”, Dayna patronized as she doubled over her grounded opponent, tucking her hair neatly behind her ear. “Know that this is only business for me. No offense Ms. Clayton.”
The Israeli Powerhouse picked the blonde battler up and moved her along the ropes. Erza grabbed her by the wrist, pressed Becky into the strands with one shoulder and whipped her down the middle of the ring. She followed to the center and lowered herself to a crouch as Becky returned after hitting the opposite ropes. As the two met in the middle, Dayna slid one arm between Becky's legs and another over her shoulder, spinning her over and onto her back with a powerful THUD!
SCOOP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3IS8CkJdVI
Becky popped back up to a seat, groaning in pain as she held the small of her back but Dayna quickly shoved her back flat onto the mat and pressed across laterally for the...
ONE
TWO
The former champion kicked her way out of defeat with a forceful jerk. The vet was beginning to learn that Erza was not to be taken lightly as she powered Becky to her feet with the vise grip on her head, smashing a knee into her gut and bashing her face with a boxing cross. Becky shuddered as she backpedaled into the ropes, keeping herself on her feet by threading both arms over the ropes, a tactic that left her completely open for a RUNNING BIG BOOT!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeEkUDdUd6E
Becky tumbled backward over the ropes and hit the apron as she crashed to the floor. Craig immediately stepped between Dayna and the ropes, ushering her away before administering the count.
"Get you hands away from me. I know what the rules are!" Dayna spoke down to the ref as she retreated the corner.
ONE..
TWO..
THREE..
And as the counting continued, Dayna stuck her body out of the ring, "Williams, towel." she commanded with a stern voice that expedited her request.
FIVE...
Clayton got back onto her feet, still visibly dazed by the boot while Dayna toweled off the sweat from her chest and threw the towel out of the ring. Clayton stopped the count by rolling back into the ring. Unwilling to let the Camouflage Crusher gain the upper-hand, Erza strode over to her rising opponent and dragged her to the center of the ring. Dayna wrapped her arms around Becky's body and arms to keep the latter from breaking her fall when she hauled her up in the air before smashing her to the ground!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJoVG_BNMIU
Clayton rolled onto her belly to prevent Erza from covering. But The Imperious Executive knew that a pin would be pointless at this point given the experience and the strength of her opponent. Instead, she scampered on her knees to Becky’s and constricted her body under her chest with a reverse Bear Hug, wearing down the Camouflage Crusher further!
REVERSE BEARHUG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajGw3i8cqDc
"You better not sleep on this. I am expecting more out of you now." Dayna cooed into Becky's ear as she tightened the hold with a jerk.
Clayton didn’t answer right away, she was understandably preoccupied with the sinewy coil digging into her ribs. Gripping the brunette’s wrists in either hand, she bore down hard and pulled up just enough to shift from her tush to her knees. Dayna noted this, leaned in a little closer and gouged the point of her chin into the base of Becky’s neck on the right side. The Army Brat grunted and jabbed her head against the taller woman’s temple. “That’s cheap, Erza.” she grunted.
Ezra simply drew her knotted hands deeper into Clayton’s abdomen and gouged a little harder. “Don’t like it?” she murmured. “Do something about--”
Bex pulled on the brunette’s wrists, twisted to one side and caught Dayna with another miniature Headbutt. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be out before you know UUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
The Boardroom Baroness yanked Clayton onto tiptoes with a vicious prolonged squeeze that segued into a terrier-like shaking before Erza relinquished the Waistlock in favor of a Full Nelson that had Clayton’s chin buried in the top of her own cleavage. “That’s rather presumptuous of you, Rebecca.” Dayna said after she’d bobbled the blonde’s head up ‘n down for several seconds. “Strong as you are, I believe it’s clear that I’m even strong--” Erza got real quiet, real fast when Becky balled her hands into fists and began to bring her arms down in what was essentially a slow motion double bicep flex. Displeased by the feel of her fingers sliding apart, Dayna pressed in against the smaller woman’s shoulders and made things all the more difficult by thum-thum-thum-THUMPING a quartet of machinegun Kneelifts into her opponent’s bunched glutes.
Clayton groaned, then cursed as her concentration broke and Erza secured the Full Nelson tighter than ever. “That all you got?” Becky muttered once she’d straightened as best she could. Dayna shook the Nelson, earning a grunt from the captive Courtier.
“Hardly. But it’s all I need to deal with the likes of STOP THAT!”
But Becky, who’d managed to latch onto the Israeli’s wrists, did no such thing. Instead she dug her fingers into the undersides of Dayna’s wrists and “NGH!” Erza jammed a short, brutal Headbutt into the nape of Clayton’s neck only to snarl in surprise and pain when the Camouflage Crusher STOMPED on her right foot! Dayna jerked her foot away on instinct only to curse aloud when Clayton mashed her left foot. Even then the Ferocious Financier didn’t abandon the Full Nelson but her balance was seriously compromised and she dropped to her butt after Becky THWHUNKED a vengeful Headbutt into the bridge of her nose!
Lurching forward the instant she was free of Erza’s grip, Clayton rounded on one heel just in time to catch the brunette’s right foot before it plowed into her navel. Becky shook her head ‘no’, hopped back and yanked hard, giving the captured limb a nasty snap. Then she surged forward and pushed as hard as she could, thus rolling Dayna onto her knees with an involuntary somersault. Admittedly disoriented but determined as ever, Erza started to rise only to encounter strong resistance in the form of a Clayton Kneelift administered to the sternum.
“Just stay right there, tuff girl.” the Army of One Hot Chick said. “I’ll be right back.” Becky spun around and headed for the ropes while Dayna defied orders and struggled to verticality, or at least a woozy, doubled over approximation thereof. This proved a rare miscalculation on the brunette’s part because it meant she was in perfect position when Clayton came back and vaulted overhead with a tumble straight outta the Lightweight Division. This was no mere acrobatic evasion however, Bex caught Dayna’s chin in both hands and brought the bigger battler THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Running Blockbuster! Eyes wide and dazed, Erza bounced to a seat but returned to the canvas a heartbeat before Clayton stretched out on her chest and hooked the far leg for…
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEmUGbLl0Ec
ONE…
TWO…
Dayna escaped with a good half second to spare, though Becky noted it was quite a bit closer to ‘THREE!’ than ‘TWO!’ “This the kind of fight you wanted, suit?” The Courtier asked once she’d regained her feet. “Or were you hoping for another easy outing so you could feel like a badass without doing much work?”
Clutching the back of her head in the wake of the Blockbuster, Erza clambered to one knee and stared balefully at the resurgent blonde. “Thuuu… that’s the sort of statement that ensures I’ll thoroughly enjoy humbling you, ClayNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky interrupted with a rough handful of hair, hauled the Israeli Powerhouse up and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. Knowing damned well that Erza simply wouldn’t stay down for long, Clayton leaned across the other woman’s back to hold her in place while she cinched both arms around Dayna’s waist. The Gutwrench allowed her a certain measure of revenge for the Bear Hug, however Bex was after control rather than constriction. Muscling Erza off her feet like she was a rather cumbersome bundle of firewood, the Camouflage Crusher whipped around in a half circle and laid out flat to THWHUMP Dayna to the deck with a heavy Gutwrench Suplex.
The Imperious Executive ‘ooofffhed’ and managed to roll to one side, though this was only because Clayton kept her hands locked and floated over onto her knees to assist the process. More than a little displeased by the blonde’s show of power, Erza looped her left arm around Becky’s left thigh and pulled tight in hopes of disrupting whatever unpleasantness the former World Champion had on her mind.
Lips set in a thin, stern line, Clayton squeeeeeeeezed down on the Gutwrench and ordered, “Let go of my leg, Dayna.”
Dayna shook her head ‘no’. “You want it back, soldier? Take it yourseNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Becky leaned into the brunette, stretched her right leg out straight, then THWHUMPED a Kneelift into Erza’s ribs. The Boardroom Baroness tried to twist away from blow, but her grip on Becky’s legs meant the veteran moved with her for two more heavy knees to the ribs. Pulling free after the third landed, Clayton hopped to her feet and dragged Erza along for the ride, the Destroyer-class battler sagging noticeably after the shellacking of her flanks. Hands still locked, Becky turned in a circle to make sure the crowd knew damned well who was in control at the moment. The resultant ‘BECKY!’ chant told her the point was made, so she dipped her knees and slung Dayna backward for another ring-shivering Gutwrench Suplex.
ROLLING GUTWRENCH SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDqqXHhyy8k
Tumbling free once Clayton finally released her grip, Dayna ended up on all fours before she crumpled to the canvas with one hand pressed against the small of her back. Beside her, Becky took a moment to catch her breath before she straddled the Erza’s back and slipped her left hand under Dayna’s forearm to wrench the limb up in a painful Chickenwing. Grunting as her shoulder twinged unpleasantly, Ezra powered to all fours (ok, three out of four) and might’ve taken Clayton for a piggyback ride if the blonde hadn’t hooked her right arm around Erza’s neck and locked her hands tight against the taller woman’s left cheek. A Bodyscissors applied to that impressive midsection allowed Bex to roll onto her side and really pour on the pressure.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwISaTbLSM8
“Tap out.” Clayton muttered after Dayna started to wriggle and squirm in the Crossface Chickenwing. “Unless you want to attend your next board meeting with this arm in a sling.”
“Nuuuhhh… never.” Erza groaned. “I didn’t get where I am by quitting when things got eeeeeerrrrrrrggggghhh shyt!” Dayna’s usually serene features twisted in a grimace of anguish as Becky made her suffer in the torturous hold.
Dayna struggled and writhed, it took her awhile but she managed to grab the bottom rope. The ref immediately came in and started counting. “ONE… TWO…”
Becky broke the hold without any resistance, displaying good sportsmanship. Visibly shaken by the hold, The Israeli Hardbody took longer than usual to get up from the offense. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Becky back-stepped to the center on the ring and charged toward the rising fighter with a Kneelift to the face! Dayna's head and shoulders slipped through the ropes, but it wasn’t long before she drew herself back in and began to rise again.
"Pretty tough for a suit." Becky noted as she stepped away. Her eyes narrowly focused on Dayna and charged with another knee to the midsection! "What about this?!"
Dayna's feet lifted slightly off the air as the strong knee drilled into the pit of her stomach, but she was able to keep herself standing albeit doubling over. Determined to bring down the bigger woman, Becky backed up for a third Kneelift. This time, aiming for Dayna's face. However, visiting the same well three times proved a costly mistake. As Clayton charged in and lifted her knee, Dayna lifted her head backward and cradled the thigh of the Camouflage Crusher, forcing her to hop on one foot.
"You need to hit harder if you’re going to knock me down, soldier.” Dayna snarled and pie-faced Becky back into the mat as she released her leg. Caught off balance by the emphatic rebuke, Becky stumbled into the far sets of strands only to come charging back at top speed with a Lariat at the ready! Erza actually stepped to the incoming Courtier, then dipped low and got her hands on Clayton’s hips to shoot her high into the air! Becky's arms flailed in mid-air as she braced herself for the unavoidable European Uppercut!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
Becky's head snapped backwards and her body followed along for the ride as she landed on her back. Dayna quickly laid across her body and hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!!!
Becky survived the fall with fraction of a second to spare, much to the delight of the crowd and the surprise of Dayna. The leggy brunette took scant moments to regain her composure as the army vet laid still in a spread eagle behind her. Dayna clenched her fist and punched the deck, using her arm as a post to push the rest of her body back up. The Imperious Executive tucked her hair neatly behind her ears before picking the jellied body off the canvas. With ease, she scooped Becky onto her shoulder and charged for the turnbuckle, throwing her face-first into the turnbuckle! Becky pirouetted woozily as Dayna hit the opposite ropes and returned with a boot to Becky's face, taking the Black Courtier down!
SNAKE EYES & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUdlhA6_CQk
As Becky laid spread out in the centre of the ring, Dayna raced across the ring and returned with a running leg drop to the neck of her opponent, jackknifing her legs into the air.
RUNNING LEG DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vCkRXgPWh8
Instead of a pin, Dayna flipped the shellshocked blonde onto her belly and threaded her legs around Clayton's thighs. Taking a deep breath, she slammed her full bodyweight down onto the canvas and folded Becky's leg over her own leg with a Calf Slicer!
CALF SLICER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrehTvtPw_Q
The tidal wave of pain jolted the Camouflage Crusher back to life as she screamed in anguish. "TAP OUT MS CLAYTON! THIS IS THE DEAL I AM GIVING YOU!"
Stretched out flat (save for her left leg, which was wrenched backward at an increasingly ugly angle) Clayton braced her elbows against the canvas and started to rise, but a single convulsive yank from the Ferocious Financier collapsed the effort and sent both hands into her hair to fight the anguish. Noting Becky’s lack of progress toward the ropes, Craig dropped to one knee and said, “How you doing, Becky? Need to call it a night?”
“NO!” Clayton barked, her hands once again finding purchase on the mat. “Just back off, I’ll get out of EEERRRRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Erza cranked the Slicer so far her shoulders would’ve been down if she hadn’t adjusted the angle ever so slightly. “You’re NOT getting out of this predicament.” Dayna muttered with a trace of pique in her tone. “Not until you accept the fact that surrender is your only UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUUGGGGHHHH!” Increased torque meant increased pain, yet it also meant Erza’s head was that much closer to her opponent’s arm, as she realized when Clayton abruptly hooked her left arm across Dayna’s throat. Helping herself to a not-so-gentle handful of hair, Becky yanked the big brunette’s noggin up, then THWHUMPED it against the deck one, two, three, FOUR times!
Dayna’s grip disintegrated on the last collision and she rolled away from the grounded Courtier with both arms swaddling her aching skull. Becky wasn’t faring much better, she immediately turned onto her back and drew that wounded left leg up tight against her chest. With both wrestlers down, Long posted up between them and began the ten count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Erza pushed to all fours at ‘SIX’, Clayton sat up at “SEVEN!” and they’d made it back to boot leather just before “NINE!”
“No offense, babe.” Becky told her opponent as she tested the strength of her left leg. “But your deals su--”
The Imperious Executive hopped off her back (left) foot to fire a Super Kick at the point of Becky’s chiNOOOO! Clayton caught her ankle in both hands, yanked that leg under her left arm for safekeeping and wrapped her right hand around Erza’s throat. No talk of deals now, the Army of One Hot Chick simply hoisted Dayna high into the air, then came down on one knee to PLANT the taller woman flat on the mat courtesy a Leg-Trap Chokeslam! Even landing on her good knee didn’t feel great at the moment, but Clayton bit back the groan and segued into a heavy Back Press that put all her weight across Erza’s chest for the count of…
LEG-TRAP CHOKESLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=np3Akop3PdI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dayna shot an arm into the air with half a second left on the count, much to the relief of her flustered assistant. Beside her flattened brunette, Becky sighed heavily, then nodded approval at some internally issued stratagem and spun to one knee so she could collect Erza’s head in her hands. Hauling ‘em both to boot-leather, Clayton secured a second Goozle, then wedged her other hand between the Israeli stunner’s thighs. No catty claw this, the Camouflage Crusher simply needed the grip to keep Erza steady while she set her feet and hoisted the other woman high overhead in a gorgeous Military Press!
Fighting off the jolt of pain from her left knee with a ferocious grin, the Black Court’s Mistress of Arms turned in a slow circle to make sure everyone got an excellent view of her floating foe. After a full rotation Clayton abruptly spun a quarter circle beneath her opposition, leaving Dayna to land gut-first atop her right shoulder. In the next instant she’d strapped an arm across Erza’s lower back and another over her neck to make sure there was nowhere to go when she snapped forward and down, just THAWHAMMING her against the thinly-sheathed plywood with the Black Ops Power Slam! Erza arched her back like she’d been electrocuted only to get pressed flat immediately thereafter when Clayton splashed across her chest for an aggressively snug pin. On their feet after that impressive show of strength, the FAWNatics helped Craig Long count…
BLACK OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojeREsI-CT0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dayna escaped with a whisper to spare, the brunette’s usually icy façade cracked with pain and exhaustion. Above her, Clayton banged a frustrated fist against her thigh then helped herself to a double fistful of dark hair. “You’re big and you’re strong, I’ll give you that.” Bex huffed as she dragged them upright. “But you haven’t been through a war, not before tonight.”
Erza mumbled something that got lost in a cheer from the crowd when Clayton scooped the brunette onto her right shoulder. Shifting her hands to Erza’s biceps, Becky muscled her up in a face-first Crucifix lift that could only mean one “EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
The blonde’s left leg gave out when she tried to toss Dayna up for the SNAFU, meaning she crumpled to one knee and Erza landed directly behind. Sensing an opportunity to finish things in a single stroke, the Ferocious Financier whipped around and ran the ropes on Clayton’s six. Becky regained her feet as Erza bore down, the Courtier turning just in time to see the Spear flying at her NOOOOOOO! She twisted aside at the last second, leaving Dayna to land in an awkward sprawl near the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. Quick to her feet, Erza turned to the Army Brat and “OOOOOOOOFFFFFFFHH!” Clayton caught her across the chest with a sternum-cracking Lariat that sent both Destroyers tumbling over the strands to the floor below.
As startled by this development as the sold out crowd, Craig rushed to the apron and was relieved to see his charges stirring the tiniest bit. Satisfied they’d suffered no real injuries in the descent, Long waited a few seconds to see if either would rise and when they didn’t he began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
TIFFANY MAYES:
A roar of concern from those assembled drew the zebra’s attention to the other side of the ring. Fully expecting to see Dayna’s assistant hurrying toward the action, Craig was genuinely surprised (and more than a little concerned) to see Tiffany Mayes perched on the top turnbuckle. “Hey, get down from there, Tiff! And get outta here! You’re not in this match and you don’t have a manager’s license!”
The Inquisitor batted her eyes at him and did not move. “I just like the view, that’s all. If you want me to move, you’re gonna have to make me, heathen.”
Craig sighed, checked on Becky and Dayna (they’d each made it to all fours) then strode across the ring to deal with the meddlesome Churchgoer. No one could fault Long’s devotion to his duties, unfortunately redirecting his attention meant the poor dope didn’t see Helena Graylock climb over the barricade mere heartbeats after his back was turned. Closer to Dayna, the Gray Lady grabbed a double handful of hair and THWONKED a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull before shifting over to a togs and tresses grip she used to get Erza from the floor to the apron and ultimately beneath the bottom rope.
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Momentarily alone with the woman who’d kept her from sending Sue Burlingame into The Gray, Helena jerked Becky to verticality only to immediately engulf her face with that hateful red leather glove! “You are a strong soldier, little one.” Graylock told the thrashing, moaning Courtier. “But you fight for the losing side. Rather than watch you fall to ignominy with the rest of the heathens I will send you into The Gray here and now.” Becky answered with a few sharp punches to the gut that weren’t nearly enough to dissuade the Silver Specter. Slinging Clayton’s near arm over her shoulder, Graylock cinched hold of Becky’s waistband and hoisted her skyward before depositing her on the barely-padded floor with an ungodly THAWHUMP!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGDEg2USD_E
Helena looked up from her work, noted Craig still dealing with Tiffany and used that devilishly-tenacious Iron Claw to scrape Clayton off the mat. Then she slung her under the bottom rope and melted back into the crowd as quickly as she’d appeared.
Noting the departure of her sister, Mayes abruptly hopped down from the corner to land on the apron. “Very well, sir.” she offered Craig a winning smile. “You may be a heathen, but at least you are a polite heathen.” Tiff dipped her head and smiled a little wider. “Miranda thanks you for your diligence.”
Confused by the about-face from the usually fanatic Inquisitor, Craig shook his head, then turned around in time to watch Dayna hauling Becky to her feet. As of yet unaware of who’d tagged her with a cheap shot out on the floor, Erza focused her irritation on Clayton via a single stiff Forearm Smash to the mouth. Turning the weak-kneed Courtier in a half circle, the Imperious Executive cupped a hand over Becky’s chin and slipped her other arm between the blonde’s legs. From there she muscled her onto her shoulders Torture Rack style but rather than try for a submission she immediately laid out on her left side to TWHUNK the Camouflage Crusher down square on the back of her head and shoulders!
RAINMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=daN7a737eI0
Becky bounced to a slumped seat after the Rainmaker, but anyone hoping for a miraculous resurgence was sorely disappointed when Erza crawled over and dragged her down flat. Hooking the far leg in a weary Back Press, Dayna looked up at the lights and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Dayna sat up when the bell sounded. She couldn’t quite muster the energy to stand, so she raised a hand overhead when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DAYNA ERZA!”
This was greeted by a decidedly mixed reaction that the Israeli powerhouse correctly attributed to the interference. Rising to her full height after a few deep breaths, she looked around, spotted her assistant and beckoned her into the ring. “An update, Miss Williams.”
“It was the Church of Eternal Midnight, ma’am. Tiffany Mayes distracted the official while Helena Graylock came out of the crowd. She struck you, then waylaid Clayton with some sort of Choke Slam.”
Erza’s dark eyes scanned the crowd before falling on Becky. “And she threw her back into the ring, I assume?”
“Yes ma’am. You landed the Rainmaker almost immediately thereafter.”
Dayna sighed, either in frustration, disgust or both. “My card, Miss Williams. And a pen. Quickly, please.”
Williams obliged, then turned around so Dayna had something to write on when she scribbled a message on the back of the business card.
Satisfied, Erza dropped to one knee beside Clayton and slipped the small white rectangle beneath the blonde’s left elbow pad. “I don’t believe in apologies or excuses. But victories mean nothing if they aren’t fair. So once you’ve dealt with your zealot problem…” Dayna patted Becky’s elbow. “You’ll know where to find me.”
No response from the KO’ed Crusher, so Erza stood up and took her leave with Miss Williams trailing a few steps behind.
DAYNA ERZA:
The domineering figure emerged from the curtains upon the sound of her entrance anthem, accompanied by her shorter, meek assistant, Miss Williams. Clad in a blouse and pencil skirt worthy of a corporate takeover, Erza wasn’t someone you’d peg as a professional wrestler if you encountered her in a corner office or an executive boardroom. Of course perceptions could change quickly, and that’s just what they did once Dayna removed her jacket and shirt to reveal a body born of a nearly Amazonian workout regimen sheathed in a black turtleneck one piece with gem-decorated collar.
She came to a stop before the steel steps where she was presented with the rest of her gear, including socks, black ring boots and kneepads, from the suitcase Miss Williams had been carrying. There, she removed her heels and put on the rest of her gear before stepping into the ring. No nonsense or theatrics, the executive moved into her corner where she did dynamic stretches, awaiting for her opponent’s arrival.
The Announcer resumed his duties once Dayna was settled in the far corner. “And introducing her opponent! Representing the Black Court, she hails from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
Bex brushed through the curtains and set up shop center stage to offer the FAWNatics a grin and a jaunty double bicep flex. For tonight‘s battle with Boardroom Baroness, the Court’s Mistress of Arms sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
BECKY CLAYTON:
Grin disappearing as she turned her attention to looming Israeli Powerhouse, Clayton muttered, “Hope you’re ready for more than Power Point presentations and team building exercises, girl. Because I’m in the mood for a fight.”
More than ready to clash with the Imperious Executive, Clayton broke her reverie and headed down the aisle at a brisk pace. Fans on either side still extended their hands despite Becky’s Black Court affiliation and unlike the Ace or the Raven, the Peacekeeper answered in kind, though the careful observer noted she never let her eyes leave the woman waiting on her in the squared circle.
Breaking into a run at the bottom of the ramp, Clayton bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher tipped a much more relaxed salute to her adversary en route to the corner where Craig made his final inspection.
Seemingly unconcerned (or possibly even unimpressed) at the idea of squaring off with the Siege Engine of the Black Court, Erza moved out of the corner with the opening bell, her long stride taking her to the center of the squared circle. “My assistant tells me that you may well be preoccupied with other issues.” Dayna told the approaching blonde in a clipped, vaguely supercilious tone. “While I will always appreciate the ability to multitask, I assure you that giving me anything less than your complete, undivided attention will result in a short, painful, thoroughly humbling lesson between these ropes. Have I made myself clear, Ms. Clayton?”
Becky regarded the leggy brunette with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “As crystal. Oh, and Ms. Erza?” Dayna arched an eyebrow, said nothing. “You’re two inches taller and five pounds heavier, not NEARLY the advantage you need to talk down to me. Do it again and I promise to drag your arrogant face across every inch of this canvas. Have I made myself clear?”
Erza’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly and she raised her hands. “I believe you have. Defend yourself, Ms. Clayton.”
Dayna pounced half a heartbeat later, the Israeli Powerhouse catching Becky in a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up that forced the Courtier to cede several paces before she dug in her heels. Erza didn’t approve of the slow down and she expressed her irritation with a palm wedged in across the blonde’s jaw. Becky grunted, answered with a chin-push of her own and earned a surprised grunt from Dayna when she backed her all the way to center and a little beyond. “Don’t think you’re gonna get big on me, suit.” Clayton muttered. “You want to win this fight? You’re gonna have to--”
The Imperious Executive hunched forward and shoved hard enough to send the former World Champion onto her heels. “If you’re implying I don’t have the nerve to face you in the trenches,” Erza sniped amidst a minor adjustment to her black one-piece, “I promise to disabuse you of that notion as quickly and emphatically as possibNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky caught Dayna with a retaliatory clench, but rather than march the big brunette to the corners or the ropes she put one hand against her cheek and sent her stumbling with a shove that was ninety-five percent pie-face. “Just hearing a lot of talk, pretty girl.” the Camouflage Crusher muttered. “I thought you were out here looking for a wrestling match, not a Powerpoint PresentatOOOFFFFHH!”
Erza caught her in the navel with a quick Toe Kick that doubled Clayton over on impact. Gifted the open expanse of her foe’s back, Dayna drew a bead on Becky’s shoulders and THWHAPPED her with a heavy Overhand Forearm Smash. Clayton straightened up on impact so Ezra snagged a wrist and sent her rushing into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Shuffling to one side as the other wrestler made her return, Dayna planted on her back (left) foot and lashed out with a flawless Shoot Kick that THWHACKED Becky’s chest! Erza was used to dropping her sparring partners with a single stroke, so she was a bit surprised when Clayton only grunted and stumbled a little. But surprise did not equate to confusion or disappointment, indeed Erza was all smiles as she lit into the Courtier with two more kicks, the last of which sent Becky backpedaling into a neutral corner. Not about to pass up this golden opportunity to impart some wisdom (and impose her will) Dayna gripped the top rope in both hands to use it for extra leverage while she thwhack-thwhack-thwhack-THWHACKED away at Clayton’s chest with a quartet of kicks.
SHOOT KICKS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-x1t5mbCAc
Slightly removed from the action, Craig only made it halfway through his first warning before Erza whipped around on one foot to run the ropes directly opposite her kick-staggered adversary. Dayna returned moments later and leapt from several feet out, the agile Destroyer drawing back her right arm for a Flying Elbow Smash that BWUUUUNGED off the top turnbuckle when Becky dodged out of the way! Landing awkwardly after the errant strike, Ezra came out of corner with that arm drawn across her chest which meant her defenses were effectively halved when Clayton almost folded her in half with a Shoulderblock that slammed her against the roughly-padded steel.
The press of Dayna’s weight on her back told Becky that the brunette’s butt was *this close* to being wedged on the second turnbuckle. On another night she would’ve tacked on a few more shots to the belly to finish the job, but two months of skirmishes with the Churchgoers and Erza’s condescending attitude had put the RoboBabe in a foul mood so she jerked Dayna out of the corner with a simple Double Leg, then popped up on tiptoe and swung in a half circle before dropping to her knees to THAWHAM the Israeli import to the deck with a huge Spinebuster! Clayton reared back on the aftershock only to drop right into a Crossbody, the veteran blonde hooking the far leg in a tight Cradle to keep Erza folded in half through the…
SPINEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLpgS6SKqUE
ONE…
TWO…
Erza kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO!’ a strong reminder that she wasn’t about to dismissed on a single maneuver. Yet a Becky Clayton Spinebuster was nothing to sneeze at either and Dayna was forced to return to verticality a bit earlier than she would’ve liked thanks to the blonde’s rather insistent grip on her ears. “Unhand me.” Erza huffed as she clambered off one knee. “I said unhand me NNNGGGHHH!” She punctuated her demand by jamming a dagger-like elbow into Clayton’s belly, unfortunately the Courtier answered right back with a quick Kneelift to her opponent’s temple. Dayna’s legs went watery but they didn’t desert her until Becky secured a Three Quarters Facelock and flipped her onto her butt with a quick Snapmare.
Patently unwilling to let the other woman dictate terms, Erza scrambled to one knee and would’ve gone farther if Clayton hadn’t jabbed a quick Headbutt into the nape of her neck. Settled on her knees for the moment, Erza cursed when Becky grabbed her biceps and pulled them backward over the Army Brat’s strong thighs. It could’ve been the start to some variation on the Abdominal Stretch, instead Clayton simply cupped her left hand over Dayna’s chin so she could haul off and THWHAP a heavy Crossface Smash along her jaw. Dayna shuddered, reached for Becky’s hair and cursed when the blonde switched off to double down on the roughhousing approach.
CROSSFACE SMASHES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVDiwGBMUpo
“This the kind of attention you were looking for, Dayna?” Becky asked after a third and fourth Crossface. “Seems like you do a whole lot better when you’re paying chicks to just stand there and take your OOFFH! NGH! NGH!”
The Ferocious Financier stuffed a Headbutt of her own Clayton’s breadbasket, then followed it by gouging her elbows into the other woman’s encroaching thighs. This forced Becky to back off long enough for Erza to regain one knee, though she’d barely started to rise when the Camouflage Crusher stepped in close and clamped down on her opponent’s shoulders with a pair of white-knuckle grips. “Eeeeerrrrrrggggghhhh!” Dayna stood up straight, reached for the ropes, then reached for her opponent’s wrists when Becky deftly turned her back to the center of the ring.
E-TOOL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RGhfYNpIgg
“I know you’re not going to tap out.” Clayton admitted even as she gouged her thumbs into the brunette’s trapezius. “But you still might want to find your way to the ropes before I ruin those Crossfit arms of yours.”
“Argghhh!” Dayna bellowed as the Shoulder Claw forced her onto her knees, a sight not seen in FAWN before. Whenever her hands tried to reach for something, be it the ropes or Becky’s claws, Clayton would dig even deeper into her trapezius, forcing her to give up any thoughts of breaking the hold. Craig would (pointlessly) ask Dayna if she surrendered but a head shake would always be the answer. It took her a while before she could collect her strength and power to her feet despite Becky’s best attempts to keep her grounded.
The Israeli powerhouse backpedaled herself into the corner with speed and smashed all of her body weight into the Clayton, granting Erza a moment of relief.
“You think you could beat me with...ARGHHHH”, Dayna’s words were quickly and rudely interrupted with another Shoulder Claw.
“I brought you down to you knees, didn’t I?”, Becky answered at once, irking the brunette. Dayna grabbed the top ropes right to prevent the blonde from forcing her to kneel.
Craig quickly interjected with warning counts but...“that will not be necessary.”, Dayna muttered and smashed her hips into Becky‘s midsection, loosening the hold. Usually not within her repertoire, Dayna drew her hips forward, then thrust them backward to slam her booty into the midsection of the Courtier!
Becky’s talons fell off her prey and went to her stomach. Suddenly short of breath, Clayton leaned against the turnbuckles to steady her legs. As for Dayna, she rolled her shoulders to work out the kinks before rounding on the huffing blonde.
“I’m must say, your performance is satisfactory. But satisfactory won‘t be enough to compete with me for long.” Dayna pulled the blonde vertical by her locks and jabbed a thumb into her throat!
Eyes wide open, the Courtier gagged and choked, clasped her neck as she crumpled to one knee. Her face depicted agony even though she’s not quite able to vocalize her pain.
“I learned in business that in order to survive, you have to be cutthroat.”, Dayna patronized as she doubled over her grounded opponent, tucking her hair neatly behind her ear. “Know that this is only business for me. No offense Ms. Clayton.”
The Israeli Powerhouse picked the blonde battler up and moved her along the ropes. Erza grabbed her by the wrist, pressed Becky into the strands with one shoulder and whipped her down the middle of the ring. She followed to the center and lowered herself to a crouch as Becky returned after hitting the opposite ropes. As the two met in the middle, Dayna slid one arm between Becky's legs and another over her shoulder, spinning her over and onto her back with a powerful THUD!
SCOOP POWER SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3IS8CkJdVI
Becky popped back up to a seat, groaning in pain as she held the small of her back but Dayna quickly shoved her back flat onto the mat and pressed across laterally for the...
ONE
TWO
The former champion kicked her way out of defeat with a forceful jerk. The vet was beginning to learn that Erza was not to be taken lightly as she powered Becky to her feet with the vise grip on her head, smashing a knee into her gut and bashing her face with a boxing cross. Becky shuddered as she backpedaled into the ropes, keeping herself on her feet by threading both arms over the ropes, a tactic that left her completely open for a RUNNING BIG BOOT!
RUNNING BIG BOOT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IeEkUDdUd6E
Becky tumbled backward over the ropes and hit the apron as she crashed to the floor. Craig immediately stepped between Dayna and the ropes, ushering her away before administering the count.
"Get you hands away from me. I know what the rules are!" Dayna spoke down to the ref as she retreated the corner.
ONE..
TWO..
THREE..
And as the counting continued, Dayna stuck her body out of the ring, "Williams, towel." she commanded with a stern voice that expedited her request.
FIVE...
Clayton got back onto her feet, still visibly dazed by the boot while Dayna toweled off the sweat from her chest and threw the towel out of the ring. Clayton stopped the count by rolling back into the ring. Unwilling to let the Camouflage Crusher gain the upper-hand, Erza strode over to her rising opponent and dragged her to the center of the ring. Dayna wrapped her arms around Becky's body and arms to keep the latter from breaking her fall when she hauled her up in the air before smashing her to the ground!
BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJoVG_BNMIU
Clayton rolled onto her belly to prevent Erza from covering. But The Imperious Executive knew that a pin would be pointless at this point given the experience and the strength of her opponent. Instead, she scampered on her knees to Becky’s and constricted her body under her chest with a reverse Bear Hug, wearing down the Camouflage Crusher further!
REVERSE BEARHUG
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajGw3i8cqDc
"You better not sleep on this. I am expecting more out of you now." Dayna cooed into Becky's ear as she tightened the hold with a jerk.
Clayton didn’t answer right away, she was understandably preoccupied with the sinewy coil digging into her ribs. Gripping the brunette’s wrists in either hand, she bore down hard and pulled up just enough to shift from her tush to her knees. Dayna noted this, leaned in a little closer and gouged the point of her chin into the base of Becky’s neck on the right side. The Army Brat grunted and jabbed her head against the taller woman’s temple. “That’s cheap, Erza.” she grunted.
Ezra simply drew her knotted hands deeper into Clayton’s abdomen and gouged a little harder. “Don’t like it?” she murmured. “Do something about--”
Bex pulled on the brunette’s wrists, twisted to one side and caught Dayna with another miniature Headbutt. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be out before you know UUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
The Boardroom Baroness yanked Clayton onto tiptoes with a vicious prolonged squeeze that segued into a terrier-like shaking before Erza relinquished the Waistlock in favor of a Full Nelson that had Clayton’s chin buried in the top of her own cleavage. “That’s rather presumptuous of you, Rebecca.” Dayna said after she’d bobbled the blonde’s head up ‘n down for several seconds. “Strong as you are, I believe it’s clear that I’m even strong--” Erza got real quiet, real fast when Becky balled her hands into fists and began to bring her arms down in what was essentially a slow motion double bicep flex. Displeased by the feel of her fingers sliding apart, Dayna pressed in against the smaller woman’s shoulders and made things all the more difficult by thum-thum-thum-THUMPING a quartet of machinegun Kneelifts into her opponent’s bunched glutes.
Clayton groaned, then cursed as her concentration broke and Erza secured the Full Nelson tighter than ever. “That all you got?” Becky muttered once she’d straightened as best she could. Dayna shook the Nelson, earning a grunt from the captive Courtier.
“Hardly. But it’s all I need to deal with the likes of STOP THAT!”
But Becky, who’d managed to latch onto the Israeli’s wrists, did no such thing. Instead she dug her fingers into the undersides of Dayna’s wrists and “NGH!” Erza jammed a short, brutal Headbutt into the nape of Clayton’s neck only to snarl in surprise and pain when the Camouflage Crusher STOMPED on her right foot! Dayna jerked her foot away on instinct only to curse aloud when Clayton mashed her left foot. Even then the Ferocious Financier didn’t abandon the Full Nelson but her balance was seriously compromised and she dropped to her butt after Becky THWHUNKED a vengeful Headbutt into the bridge of her nose!
Lurching forward the instant she was free of Erza’s grip, Clayton rounded on one heel just in time to catch the brunette’s right foot before it plowed into her navel. Becky shook her head ‘no’, hopped back and yanked hard, giving the captured limb a nasty snap. Then she surged forward and pushed as hard as she could, thus rolling Dayna onto her knees with an involuntary somersault. Admittedly disoriented but determined as ever, Erza started to rise only to encounter strong resistance in the form of a Clayton Kneelift administered to the sternum.
“Just stay right there, tuff girl.” the Army of One Hot Chick said. “I’ll be right back.” Becky spun around and headed for the ropes while Dayna defied orders and struggled to verticality, or at least a woozy, doubled over approximation thereof. This proved a rare miscalculation on the brunette’s part because it meant she was in perfect position when Clayton came back and vaulted overhead with a tumble straight outta the Lightweight Division. This was no mere acrobatic evasion however, Bex caught Dayna’s chin in both hands and brought the bigger battler THWHUMPING down on the back of her head and shoulders with a huge Running Blockbuster! Eyes wide and dazed, Erza bounced to a seat but returned to the canvas a heartbeat before Clayton stretched out on her chest and hooked the far leg for…
RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEmUGbLl0Ec
ONE…
TWO…
Dayna escaped with a good half second to spare, though Becky noted it was quite a bit closer to ‘THREE!’ than ‘TWO!’ “This the kind of fight you wanted, suit?” The Courtier asked once she’d regained her feet. “Or were you hoping for another easy outing so you could feel like a badass without doing much work?”
Clutching the back of her head in the wake of the Blockbuster, Erza clambered to one knee and stared balefully at the resurgent blonde. “Thuuu… that’s the sort of statement that ensures I’ll thoroughly enjoy humbling you, ClayNNNNGGGHHH!”
Becky interrupted with a rough handful of hair, hauled the Israeli Powerhouse up and promptly doubled her over with a Kneelift to the belly. Knowing damned well that Erza simply wouldn’t stay down for long, Clayton leaned across the other woman’s back to hold her in place while she cinched both arms around Dayna’s waist. The Gutwrench allowed her a certain measure of revenge for the Bear Hug, however Bex was after control rather than constriction. Muscling Erza off her feet like she was a rather cumbersome bundle of firewood, the Camouflage Crusher whipped around in a half circle and laid out flat to THWHUMP Dayna to the deck with a heavy Gutwrench Suplex.
The Imperious Executive ‘ooofffhed’ and managed to roll to one side, though this was only because Clayton kept her hands locked and floated over onto her knees to assist the process. More than a little displeased by the blonde’s show of power, Erza looped her left arm around Becky’s left thigh and pulled tight in hopes of disrupting whatever unpleasantness the former World Champion had on her mind.
Lips set in a thin, stern line, Clayton squeeeeeeeezed down on the Gutwrench and ordered, “Let go of my leg, Dayna.”
Dayna shook her head ‘no’. “You want it back, soldier? Take it yourseNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Becky leaned into the brunette, stretched her right leg out straight, then THWHUMPED a Kneelift into Erza’s ribs. The Boardroom Baroness tried to twist away from blow, but her grip on Becky’s legs meant the veteran moved with her for two more heavy knees to the ribs. Pulling free after the third landed, Clayton hopped to her feet and dragged Erza along for the ride, the Destroyer-class battler sagging noticeably after the shellacking of her flanks. Hands still locked, Becky turned in a circle to make sure the crowd knew damned well who was in control at the moment. The resultant ‘BECKY!’ chant told her the point was made, so she dipped her knees and slung Dayna backward for another ring-shivering Gutwrench Suplex.
ROLLING GUTWRENCH SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDqqXHhyy8k
Tumbling free once Clayton finally released her grip, Dayna ended up on all fours before she crumpled to the canvas with one hand pressed against the small of her back. Beside her, Becky took a moment to catch her breath before she straddled the Erza’s back and slipped her left hand under Dayna’s forearm to wrench the limb up in a painful Chickenwing. Grunting as her shoulder twinged unpleasantly, Ezra powered to all fours (ok, three out of four) and might’ve taken Clayton for a piggyback ride if the blonde hadn’t hooked her right arm around Erza’s neck and locked her hands tight against the taller woman’s left cheek. A Bodyscissors applied to that impressive midsection allowed Bex to roll onto her side and really pour on the pressure.
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwISaTbLSM8
“Tap out.” Clayton muttered after Dayna started to wriggle and squirm in the Crossface Chickenwing. “Unless you want to attend your next board meeting with this arm in a sling.”
“Nuuuhhh… never.” Erza groaned. “I didn’t get where I am by quitting when things got eeeeeerrrrrrrggggghhh shyt!” Dayna’s usually serene features twisted in a grimace of anguish as Becky made her suffer in the torturous hold.
Dayna struggled and writhed, it took her awhile but she managed to grab the bottom rope. The ref immediately came in and started counting. “ONE… TWO…”
Becky broke the hold without any resistance, displaying good sportsmanship. Visibly shaken by the hold, The Israeli Hardbody took longer than usual to get up from the offense. Capitalizing on the opportunity, Becky back-stepped to the center on the ring and charged toward the rising fighter with a Kneelift to the face! Dayna's head and shoulders slipped through the ropes, but it wasn’t long before she drew herself back in and began to rise again.
"Pretty tough for a suit." Becky noted as she stepped away. Her eyes narrowly focused on Dayna and charged with another knee to the midsection! "What about this?!"
Dayna's feet lifted slightly off the air as the strong knee drilled into the pit of her stomach, but she was able to keep herself standing albeit doubling over. Determined to bring down the bigger woman, Becky backed up for a third Kneelift. This time, aiming for Dayna's face. However, visiting the same well three times proved a costly mistake. As Clayton charged in and lifted her knee, Dayna lifted her head backward and cradled the thigh of the Camouflage Crusher, forcing her to hop on one foot.
"You need to hit harder if you’re going to knock me down, soldier.” Dayna snarled and pie-faced Becky back into the mat as she released her leg. Caught off balance by the emphatic rebuke, Becky stumbled into the far sets of strands only to come charging back at top speed with a Lariat at the ready! Erza actually stepped to the incoming Courtier, then dipped low and got her hands on Clayton’s hips to shoot her high into the air! Becky's arms flailed in mid-air as she braced herself for the unavoidable European Uppercut!
POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPBXmmnu74Q
Becky's head snapped backwards and her body followed along for the ride as she landed on her back. Dayna quickly laid across her body and hooked her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOO!!!
Becky survived the fall with fraction of a second to spare, much to the delight of the crowd and the surprise of Dayna. The leggy brunette took scant moments to regain her composure as the army vet laid still in a spread eagle behind her. Dayna clenched her fist and punched the deck, using her arm as a post to push the rest of her body back up. The Imperious Executive tucked her hair neatly behind her ears before picking the jellied body off the canvas. With ease, she scooped Becky onto her shoulder and charged for the turnbuckle, throwing her face-first into the turnbuckle! Becky pirouetted woozily as Dayna hit the opposite ropes and returned with a boot to Becky's face, taking the Black Courtier down!
SNAKE EYES & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUdlhA6_CQk
As Becky laid spread out in the centre of the ring, Dayna raced across the ring and returned with a running leg drop to the neck of her opponent, jackknifing her legs into the air.
RUNNING LEG DROP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vCkRXgPWh8
Instead of a pin, Dayna flipped the shellshocked blonde onto her belly and threaded her legs around Clayton's thighs. Taking a deep breath, she slammed her full bodyweight down onto the canvas and folded Becky's leg over her own leg with a Calf Slicer!
CALF SLICER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrehTvtPw_Q
The tidal wave of pain jolted the Camouflage Crusher back to life as she screamed in anguish. "TAP OUT MS CLAYTON! THIS IS THE DEAL I AM GIVING YOU!"
Stretched out flat (save for her left leg, which was wrenched backward at an increasingly ugly angle) Clayton braced her elbows against the canvas and started to rise, but a single convulsive yank from the Ferocious Financier collapsed the effort and sent both hands into her hair to fight the anguish. Noting Becky’s lack of progress toward the ropes, Craig dropped to one knee and said, “How you doing, Becky? Need to call it a night?”
“NO!” Clayton barked, her hands once again finding purchase on the mat. “Just back off, I’ll get out of EEERRRRRRHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Erza cranked the Slicer so far her shoulders would’ve been down if she hadn’t adjusted the angle ever so slightly. “You’re NOT getting out of this predicament.” Dayna muttered with a trace of pique in her tone. “Not until you accept the fact that surrender is your only UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUUGGGGHHHH!” Increased torque meant increased pain, yet it also meant Erza’s head was that much closer to her opponent’s arm, as she realized when Clayton abruptly hooked her left arm across Dayna’s throat. Helping herself to a not-so-gentle handful of hair, Becky yanked the big brunette’s noggin up, then THWHUMPED it against the deck one, two, three, FOUR times!
Dayna’s grip disintegrated on the last collision and she rolled away from the grounded Courtier with both arms swaddling her aching skull. Becky wasn’t faring much better, she immediately turned onto her back and drew that wounded left leg up tight against her chest. With both wrestlers down, Long posted up between them and began the ten count.
“ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX…” Erza pushed to all fours at ‘SIX’, Clayton sat up at “SEVEN!” and they’d made it back to boot leather just before “NINE!”
“No offense, babe.” Becky told her opponent as she tested the strength of her left leg. “But your deals su--”
The Imperious Executive hopped off her back (left) foot to fire a Super Kick at the point of Becky’s chiNOOOO! Clayton caught her ankle in both hands, yanked that leg under her left arm for safekeeping and wrapped her right hand around Erza’s throat. No talk of deals now, the Army of One Hot Chick simply hoisted Dayna high into the air, then came down on one knee to PLANT the taller woman flat on the mat courtesy a Leg-Trap Chokeslam! Even landing on her good knee didn’t feel great at the moment, but Clayton bit back the groan and segued into a heavy Back Press that put all her weight across Erza’s chest for the count of…
LEG-TRAP CHOKESLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=np3Akop3PdI
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Dayna shot an arm into the air with half a second left on the count, much to the relief of her flustered assistant. Beside her flattened brunette, Becky sighed heavily, then nodded approval at some internally issued stratagem and spun to one knee so she could collect Erza’s head in her hands. Hauling ‘em both to boot-leather, Clayton secured a second Goozle, then wedged her other hand between the Israeli stunner’s thighs. No catty claw this, the Camouflage Crusher simply needed the grip to keep Erza steady while she set her feet and hoisted the other woman high overhead in a gorgeous Military Press!
Fighting off the jolt of pain from her left knee with a ferocious grin, the Black Court’s Mistress of Arms turned in a slow circle to make sure everyone got an excellent view of her floating foe. After a full rotation Clayton abruptly spun a quarter circle beneath her opposition, leaving Dayna to land gut-first atop her right shoulder. In the next instant she’d strapped an arm across Erza’s lower back and another over her neck to make sure there was nowhere to go when she snapped forward and down, just THAWHAMMING her against the thinly-sheathed plywood with the Black Ops Power Slam! Erza arched her back like she’d been electrocuted only to get pressed flat immediately thereafter when Clayton splashed across her chest for an aggressively snug pin. On their feet after that impressive show of strength, the FAWNatics helped Craig Long count…
BLACK OPS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojeREsI-CT0
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Dayna escaped with a whisper to spare, the brunette’s usually icy façade cracked with pain and exhaustion. Above her, Clayton banged a frustrated fist against her thigh then helped herself to a double fistful of dark hair. “You’re big and you’re strong, I’ll give you that.” Bex huffed as she dragged them upright. “But you haven’t been through a war, not before tonight.”
Erza mumbled something that got lost in a cheer from the crowd when Clayton scooped the brunette onto her right shoulder. Shifting her hands to Erza’s biceps, Becky muscled her up in a face-first Crucifix lift that could only mean one “EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
The blonde’s left leg gave out when she tried to toss Dayna up for the SNAFU, meaning she crumpled to one knee and Erza landed directly behind. Sensing an opportunity to finish things in a single stroke, the Ferocious Financier whipped around and ran the ropes on Clayton’s six. Becky regained her feet as Erza bore down, the Courtier turning just in time to see the Spear flying at her NOOOOOOO! She twisted aside at the last second, leaving Dayna to land in an awkward sprawl near the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. Quick to her feet, Erza turned to the Army Brat and “OOOOOOOOFFFFFFFHH!” Clayton caught her across the chest with a sternum-cracking Lariat that sent both Destroyers tumbling over the strands to the floor below.
As startled by this development as the sold out crowd, Craig rushed to the apron and was relieved to see his charges stirring the tiniest bit. Satisfied they’d suffered no real injuries in the descent, Long waited a few seconds to see if either would rise and when they didn’t he began to count. “ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…”
TIFFANY MAYES:
A roar of concern from those assembled drew the zebra’s attention to the other side of the ring. Fully expecting to see Dayna’s assistant hurrying toward the action, Craig was genuinely surprised (and more than a little concerned) to see Tiffany Mayes perched on the top turnbuckle. “Hey, get down from there, Tiff! And get outta here! You’re not in this match and you don’t have a manager’s license!”
The Inquisitor batted her eyes at him and did not move. “I just like the view, that’s all. If you want me to move, you’re gonna have to make me, heathen.”
Craig sighed, checked on Becky and Dayna (they’d each made it to all fours) then strode across the ring to deal with the meddlesome Churchgoer. No one could fault Long’s devotion to his duties, unfortunately redirecting his attention meant the poor dope didn’t see Helena Graylock climb over the barricade mere heartbeats after his back was turned. Closer to Dayna, the Gray Lady grabbed a double handful of hair and THWONKED a quick Kneelift into the side of her skull before shifting over to a togs and tresses grip she used to get Erza from the floor to the apron and ultimately beneath the bottom rope.
HELENA GRAYLOCK:
Momentarily alone with the woman who’d kept her from sending Sue Burlingame into The Gray, Helena jerked Becky to verticality only to immediately engulf her face with that hateful red leather glove! “You are a strong soldier, little one.” Graylock told the thrashing, moaning Courtier. “But you fight for the losing side. Rather than watch you fall to ignominy with the rest of the heathens I will send you into The Gray here and now.” Becky answered with a few sharp punches to the gut that weren’t nearly enough to dissuade the Silver Specter. Slinging Clayton’s near arm over her shoulder, Graylock cinched hold of Becky’s waistband and hoisted her skyward before depositing her on the barely-padded floor with an ungodly THAWHUMP!
IRON CLAW SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dGDEg2USD_E
Helena looked up from her work, noted Craig still dealing with Tiffany and used that devilishly-tenacious Iron Claw to scrape Clayton off the mat. Then she slung her under the bottom rope and melted back into the crowd as quickly as she’d appeared.
Noting the departure of her sister, Mayes abruptly hopped down from the corner to land on the apron. “Very well, sir.” she offered Craig a winning smile. “You may be a heathen, but at least you are a polite heathen.” Tiff dipped her head and smiled a little wider. “Miranda thanks you for your diligence.”
Confused by the about-face from the usually fanatic Inquisitor, Craig shook his head, then turned around in time to watch Dayna hauling Becky to her feet. As of yet unaware of who’d tagged her with a cheap shot out on the floor, Erza focused her irritation on Clayton via a single stiff Forearm Smash to the mouth. Turning the weak-kneed Courtier in a half circle, the Imperious Executive cupped a hand over Becky’s chin and slipped her other arm between the blonde’s legs. From there she muscled her onto her shoulders Torture Rack style but rather than try for a submission she immediately laid out on her left side to TWHUNK the Camouflage Crusher down square on the back of her head and shoulders!
RAINMAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=daN7a737eI0
Becky bounced to a slumped seat after the Rainmaker, but anyone hoping for a miraculous resurgence was sorely disappointed when Erza crawled over and dragged her down flat. Hooking the far leg in a weary Back Press, Dayna looked up at the lights and nodded along for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Dayna sat up when the bell sounded. She couldn’t quite muster the energy to stand, so she raised a hand overhead when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… DAYNA ERZA!”
This was greeted by a decidedly mixed reaction that the Israeli powerhouse correctly attributed to the interference. Rising to her full height after a few deep breaths, she looked around, spotted her assistant and beckoned her into the ring. “An update, Miss Williams.”
“It was the Church of Eternal Midnight, ma’am. Tiffany Mayes distracted the official while Helena Graylock came out of the crowd. She struck you, then waylaid Clayton with some sort of Choke Slam.”
Erza’s dark eyes scanned the crowd before falling on Becky. “And she threw her back into the ring, I assume?”
“Yes ma’am. You landed the Rainmaker almost immediately thereafter.”
Dayna sighed, either in frustration, disgust or both. “My card, Miss Williams. And a pen. Quickly, please.”
Williams obliged, then turned around so Dayna had something to write on when she scribbled a message on the back of the business card.
Satisfied, Erza dropped to one knee beside Clayton and slipped the small white rectangle beneath the blonde’s left elbow pad. “I don’t believe in apologies or excuses. But victories mean nothing if they aren’t fair. So once you’ve dealt with your zealot problem…” Dayna patted Becky’s elbow. “You’ll know where to find me.”
No response from the KO’ed Crusher, so Erza stood up and took her leave with Miss Williams trailing a few steps behind.