Post by hawkeye on Apr 9, 2019 0:47:35 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for March to War!” the Announcer shouted over the fading din of welcoming pyro. “Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Jersey City, New Jersey, she stands at five feet two inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Garden State Firecracker… MARISA FUENTES!”
MARISA FUENTES:
The roar of the crowd is met by Incubus’ ‘Anna Molly’ and shortly thereafter the fiery half of Spicy Matzah brushed through the curtain to take her place at center stage. Greeting those assembled with a beaming smile and swinging hips, the longtime tag specialist licked the tip of one index finger, went to put it to one toned glute only to pull back at the last second because it was clearly far too hot. Careful to have averted disaster, Marisa took a moment to fan her questing finger before starting down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her outing on this particular late March evening, the Jersey Firecracker was clad in a baby blue bikini top and similarly hued tiny, ruffled skirt that couldn’t completely hide the fightin’ bottoms beneath. Similarly-hued pads and boots finish off the ensemble. Zigging and zagging as she closed on the ring, the lightweight slapped as many outstretched hands as she could reach without once dropping the beat. Upon reaching her destination she hopped to the apron, and turned back to the crowd to offer a blown kiss, then provided a cheeky entrance by dipping through the ropes.
Marisa moves to the center of the ring and finished her flourish with a little saucy salsa hip figure-eight. The crowd approved wholeheartedly, treating the Firecracker to energetic applause while she offered her boots and pads to Merle the referee for a final inspection.
The Announcer resumed his duties once there was a lull in the noise. “And introducing her opp--”
“Please. Allow me, heathen.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
All of Marisa’s accumulated good will seemed to disappear in a gust of cool air that swept through the arena just as Miranda Wainright stepped through the curtain. Unfazed by the vitriol heaped in her direction, the Deacon of Despair let the heathens babble for almost ten seconds before she put the mic to her lips. “I’d be careful not to overexert yourself so early in the festivities, brothers and sisters. I assure you, there are a great many horrors in store for you tonight. So please, be so kind as to silence your slavering tongues while I call upon a most dangerous young woman. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I implore you, throw yourselves at the mercy of 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 materialized with the chorus, the bendybacked Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who told her, “The heathen who awaits you fancies herself a pinprick of light in the dark. Show her the terrors that lurk beyond the reach of her tragically limited vision.”
Delighted to do exactly that, Penny honed in on the brunette in the ring and stormed down the ramp with Wainright in her wake. For her latest outing in the Church’s never ending ’recruitment drive’, the leggy tyro 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. Standing on Wainright’s signal, Tremblay turned the feverish intensity of her gaze to Fuentes, then backed into the opposite corner where she reluctantly offered her pads and boots to Merle.
Marisa began to clap as soon as the bell sounded, not just to get the FAWNatics on her side (though it was certainly appreciated) but to overwhelm the aura of almost preternatural silence that seemed to cling to Miranda Wainright’s newest convert. Pleased by the noise raised in her favor, Fuentes claimed the center of the ring as her own, then invited Tremblay to join her. “C’mon chica!” she called to the willowy brunette. “You’re not afraid of a little firecracker, are ya?”
Penny paused in the midst of rolling her wrists to smile at the other wrestler’s question. Instead of a direct answer she set out on a stroll along the ropes to her left, Tremblay forcing Marisa to pivot with her in order to keep the Churchgoer in-- Fuentes exploded toward her, leapt into the air and took the top rope in both hands for a ‘whicking’ Tiger Feint Kick that would’ve taken Penny’s head off if she hadn’t thrown herself into a tumble at just the right time.
“Don’t think you can run from these fireworks, baby.” Marisa held thumb and forefinger millimeters apart to emphasize the narrow escape. “Try to hide and they’ll just come lookin’ for ya.”
“I hope you’ve brought more than gaudy pyrotechnics, sister.” Tremblay replied blandly. “Such a display might satisfy ever so briefly, but it will be swallowed by gloom of Eternal Midnight the instant it--”
The New Jersey native charged again so Tremblay dipped her knees and raised her hands in anticipation of NOPE! Fuentes went low, skidding between the taller brunette’s parted stems with a gorgeous Baseball Slide. Rather than waste precious time wheeling around in search of her heathen, Penny raced to the ropes on the other side of the ring and used the second strand like a kickstand to prevent her from bounding back into any acrobatic idolatry Marisa had on her mind. For a moment this seemed downright prophetic as gave her just enough time to hook her right arm beneath Marisa’s left bicep when the heathen rushed in. Tremblay powered her into the sky for what looked like one helluva Hip Toss to the outside before Fuentes adjusted mid-flight and landed with both feet on the middle rope. Bounding back to the relative safety of the squared circle with an audible ‘twang’ soared high into the air, then laid out on her back to send Penny rolling the full length of the ring, the True Believer not stopping until she’d reached the apron on the far side!
RUNNING SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdNsq8kQyOk
“What’d I tell ya about runnin’ away, chica?” Marisa grinned as Tremblay used the ropes to haul herself upright. “This firecracker will come to you!”
With that she raced to the corner directly to Tremblay’s left, hopped onto the middle rope and launched herself backward, the explosive lightweight twisting as she did so to THWHACK the soles of her boots into the zealot’s unsuspecting mush! Penny hit the apron with an awkward ‘thud’, then tumbled to the floor to land just shy of the foot of the ramp.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs07NB36DFY
Positively en fuego for Marisa’s hot start, the sold out crowd got that much louder when Fuentes threw herself at the ropes on the other side of the ring when Tremblay clambered to one knee. “Clear your head, sister!” Miranda barked over the roar of the fans. “The heathen approaches!”
‘Approaches’ was perhaps too gentle a term for it, in truth Marisa dove headfirst between the top and middle strands, the Jersey Firecracker stretched out full length for a Suicide Dive ‘OOOOHHHHHH!’ Surprise, dismay and yes, a touch of grudging admiration when Penny twisted to the side not to avoid the Dive, but to catch Fuentes across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Dark eyes wide and sparkling, Tremblay caught her foe at wrist and thigh and used those hooks to flip her off the perch while simultaneously dropping to one knee.
FIREMAN'S CARRY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9vh400V730
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Marisa bounced off the posted joint, hit the floor and rolled away with one hand pressed to the small of her back.
“Thank you for the warning, sister.” Penny told her leader once she’d made some minor adjustments to her trunks. “I’ll be more vigilant going forward.”
“I’m happy to be your eyes as long as necessary, sister.” Miranda replied. “Seeing you put our doctrine to good use is all the thanks I need.”
Eager to please the woman who’d saved from perdition, Penny filled a hand with Marisa’s hair and yanked her head off the floor only to BWONK it against those thin-blue mats three times in rapid succession. With the Firecracker’s lights thusly dimmed, Tremblay hauled Fuentes to boot-leather and dragged her over to the apron without actually returning her to the ring. Lined up parallel to the apron, Penny snuggled in behind Marisa so she could wedge her head beneath the lightweight’s left arm. From there she caught a Half Waistlock as well as a handful of that ruffled skirt so she could boost Fuentes onto the point of her right shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOOOO!
Where most would’ve dropped, Tremblay tossed, the lissome brunette stunner just slinging her opposition into a short freefall that ended with Marisa THWHUMPING flat on the narrow ledge of the apron. Fuentes grimaced, tottered on the edge, but looped an arm around the bottom rope to prevent another painful fall.
BACK SUPLEX APRON TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_QlCpn8APM
This didn’t bother Penny in the slightest, indeed she celebrated by punching Marisa in the tummy until the smaller wrestler released her grip and rolled under the bottom rope. “Leaving so soon, sister?” Tremblay hopped onto the apron but did not reenter the squared circle. “I believe you promised me a show.” Alas, Marisa wasn’t ready to perform at the moment, so Penny entertained herself by grabbing hold of the top rope and vaulting over just to THWHUMP the point of her right elbow between the heathen’s breasts. Fuentes’ legs shot up on impact so Tremblay hooked both to see if the reprobate possessed fortitude enough to kick out before the…
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_50uZkXzl4
ONE…
Marisa kicked out well shy of ‘TWO’, which prompted a smile from Penny. “How reassuring. For a moment I feared you were little more than a bottle rocket, if not an actual dud.”
“You wish, honey.” Fuentes turned onto her stomach and pushed to all fours. “You’re not going to burn me out that eaHHEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny ‘thumped’ down on her right side across the smaller brunette’s lower back to force her back to the canvas. In the same motion she reached over with her left hand, seized hold of Marisa’s left wrist and tugged it back in a Cut-throat so tight the Firecracker was effectively choking on her own bicep!
GROUNDED CUT-THROAT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtMxUIN7gHE
Fuentes kicked her feet and reeeeeached with her free hand because she knew they were still quite close to the ropes. Unfortunately Penny knew this too and she scooted around in a quarter circle that put Marisa’s questing fingers a few inches shy of the bottom strand. “Salvation is so close, sister. It is quite literally at your fingertips. Won’t you reach for it!” Tremblay teased. Marisa did of course, but the long-legged brunette put one foot against the rubber-coated steel and puuuuuuushed out to slide them both closer to the center of the ring.
Noting the increasingly red cast of his charge’s face, Merle dropped to one knee beside the action to get an update. “What do you say, Marisa? Should I call for the--”
“NO!” Marisa shot her right hand into the air and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to make sure everyone knew her position. “Don’t even think about it, Merle! This fight’s just getting startWHOOOOAAAHH!”
Penny pushed to one knee and tugged down on her captured wrist to tumble Fuentes onto her back. From there she slung a leg over the Jersey girl’s waist to secure a full mount. Right hand curled into a fist, Tremblay measured her heathen, then went to work with a series of quick, hard punches aimed at the pinned brunette’s hairline. Marisa, the fans and the official all took umbrage with the rough treatment, though it was only the latter that stood in any position to do something about it.
“Hey, watch those hands, Penny! You know better!”
Indeed she must’ve because Miranda’s bendybacked acolyte opened that hand wide and affixed it to Fuentes’ mug, Tremblay making a point to leaaaaaaaaan down onto the struggling grappler’s distended nose! Marisa voiced a muffled, nasal squeal, pounded a few ragged punches into the Churchgoer’s flanks, then grabbed hold of her wrist in a white-knuckled death grip. The resistance earned a snarl from Tremblay, who wrenched her hand loose and immediately PWAAAKED another closed fist into the Jersey Firecracker’s nose!
“Last warning, Penny!” Merle barked. “Open up those han--oooohhhh jeeze! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
‘Bad’ Penny extracted two fingers from the other wrestler’s nostrils and made a point of wiping them off on Fuentes’ cheek before she got up and stretched her arms wide to widespread jeers.
Wainright was the exception of course, she clapped politely, then nodded to the suffering heathen. “A strong start, Penelope. But your task is not yet complete.”
This pronouncement didn’t seem to displease or even surprise Tremblay in the slightest, in fact she was smiling when she filled her hands with Marisa’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. A quick Scoop Slam stall kept Fuentes ‘hupped’ over one shoulder while Penny stomped over to the nearest corner and smeared her in against the turnbuckles. A few righteous machinations was all it took to secure Marisa to the Tree of Woe, a development those in attendance found most disquieting. Their worry proved justified when Tremblay palmed the heathen’s head in both hands and lifted her up so she was suspended just about level with the top rope.
“Yes.” Miranda cooed over steepled fingers. “Show the little wretch what we do to those that blindly follow the duplicitous light.”
Halving her grip on Fuentes’ hair so she could step back to arm’s length, Penny brought her right leg lashing up to THUMP between Marisa’s shoulders! One should’ve been plenty, unfortunately Tremblay was far from satisfied so she unleashed a whole flurry of kicks, each and every one of more than dozen shots trained on the welt growing across the hapless brunette’s upper back. Letting Marisa’s head drop once the referee hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Penny rounded on Merle and stalked him all the way to center ring before continuing on to the opposite corner. From there she slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand, whipped around in a smooth half circle and sprinted back the way she’d came to deliver a Baseball Slide Dropkick to Fuentes’ defenseless fa--NO!
The Jersey native grabbed the top rope in both hands and ‘crunched’ herself up to avoid the zealot’s boots with a full second to spare! So relieved by her escape that she failed to notice any noise that’d indicate a rough landing for the Acolyte, Marisa was still seated on the top turnbuckle when Penny straightened up and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the nape of her neck. Lacing her fingers over the other brunette’s chin even as she spun in place, Tremblay bent Marisa’s head against the ball of her right shoulder and took a step away from the buckles to stretch her opponent to the limits of balance. Very much aware of the precarious position, Penny raised her left hand to shoulder level and actually waved to the FAWNatics only to turn it into a savage thumb slash across her throat! Intentions made clear, the cruel ingénue hopped up and came down on her butt, all the better to tear Fuentes loose from the Tree of Woe with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker that THWHUNKED the heathen flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
TREE OF WOE BACK KICKS & HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S95gweQjc9Y
Stacked up something fierce in the wake of that rough landing, Marisa would’ve been ripe for the pinning if not for the proximity of the strands. The chance to secure a pay-per-view victory would’ve produced a sense of urgency in most competitors, Penny however looked almost languid as she collected Fuentes at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Even the elimination of possible sanctuary didn’t spur the brunette to increase her pace, though the sharp-eyed observer noted a little extra pep in Tremblay’s step when she stomped on Marisa’s midriff on her way back to the corner where she’d grown the Tree of Woe.
Possessed of an effortless grace quite at odds with her perpetually simmering anger, Penny sprang from the floor to top rope in a single bound, the lithesome battler twisting in mid-air to land in a crouch facing the rest of the squared circle. From there she took to the skies with the ease of a Burlingame, Daly or London, Miranda’s mysterious tumbling through a high-speed somersault that brought her down atop Fuentes’ gulping stoma--TOO SLOW!
The Jersey Firecracker rolled toward the corner, leaving the canvas empty for Tremblay’s invariably devastating lan-- the Churchgoer tucked her head in tight and rolled through the landing like that’d what she’d intended from the outset. Back on her feet while Marisa was still recovering on one knee, Penny strode over to the heathen and flicked out her right foot to scuff the back of Fuentes’ noggin.
“Cut that out, bytch.” Marisa straightened up and swatted at the encroaching leg. “That’s the sort of crap that can get a chick HERGH!”
Penny scuffed her face again, the force of it spilling Fuentes to one side. “Your threats carry no weight with me, sister.” Tremblay twined her fingers in the other brunette’s hair and puuuuulled her off the mat. “In fact they mean even less than the dirt caught in the treads of my boots. Your SCREAMS however, that is a currency in which I am very eager to deal.”
Spinning the Jersey heathen in a half circle, Penny worked her head under Fuentes’ left bicep, looped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up onto one shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOPE! Marisa tumbled free of the taller wrestler’s grip to land in a heavy crouch directly behind the True Believer. Miranda warned Penny of Fuentes’ heathenish trickery, albeit a split second too late to stop the Firecracker from SMAAACKING a stiff Double Slap in above the points of Tremblay’s hips! This wasn’t a match winner by any stretch of the imagination, but it did slow Penny long enough for Marisa to sidle in on her left and twine her right leg around Tremblay’s left. Cinching an arm around the back of her head in the same breath, Fuentes leaned forward ‘til they were bent almost double, then snapped back to THWHUMP her adversary into the deck with a gorgeous Russian Leg Sweep!
Marisa tumbled backward out of the landing to end up her feet with just enough time to catch the taller woman’s ankles before they flopped to the canvas. Stretching those long legs at an angle Wainright found exceptionally sinful even for FAWN, Fuentes leapt into air, kicked her own legs forward and came down with her calves SMECKING atop Penny’s! Folded in half by the Jersey Cradle, Tremblay remained motionless while Miranda and the rest of those assembled roared over the…
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP & JERSEY CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdzCp5zV2x4
ONE…
TWO…
Penny popped her hips and flopped to one side, saving herself with a full second to spare. Suddenly displaying the urgency she’d lacked only moments prior, Tremblay scrambled to her feet and--CRAAACK! Got knocked right back down courtesy of a huge Knife-Edge Chop from the Firecracker! “C’mon cutie! We‘re not done here yet!” Fuentes shouted as Penny resumed her climb to verticality. Already locked and loaded when the Churchgoer stood up, Marisa threw a second Chop only to pull it back when the taller lass doubled up to avoid it. Quick as a wink the Jersey native slapped on a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Penny’s skull into the mat with a DDT!
FEIGNED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur0jFy-7KUE
Caught completely unawares by the clever fake out, Tremblay rolled through to her back but was quickly set upon with a tight Back Press that pointed her tush at the rafters through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny kicked out emphatically enough, albeit not so quickly that Miranda didn’t place a cautious knee on the apron. Fuentes didn’t notice the aborted encroachment which was actually a good thing strategically, as it meant she didn’t let up on the stunned ingenue. Shoving Tremblay onto her belly, Marisa straddled the taller wrestler’s back and helped herself to Penny’s wrists. “Hey, Adelaide does this, right?” the Firecracker crisscrossed Penny’s arms over her neck and pulled back on a spirited Straightjacket Choke. “I know she’s a former World Champion and all, but I just think mine’s better! You’re probably biased in the other direction, but just sit here and think about it for a while, ok?”
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ki7Ix8RV8Q
Fuentes yoked up on the snug hold and rocked it back ‘n forth, forcing Tremblay to growl, rasp and beat her boots against the canvas. “What do you say, Penny?” Merle asked once the ‘TAP!’ chants started. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Tremblay’s eyes flicked to the official for half a second, if that. “Get out of my face, heathenNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Marisa pulled up a little harder and bounced her butt against the small of Penny’s back. “That’s no way to talk to Merle! Show the man some respect, he’s gonna record your blubbering submission after--”
Penny reared back into the hold and slid one leg forward to plant a knee on the mat. Marisa rose to one knee as well, but maintained her grip of the Straightjacket so she could better control Tremblay’s return to verticality. That was the idea anyway, unfortunately it only took the Acolyte a moment to twist into the trap and jab a shoulder into Fuentes’ belly once, twice, “NNNGGGHHH!” Marisa abandoned her grips for a well-timed Hip Check to the side of Penny’s skull!
“This Firecracker’s too dangerous for you, baby!” the Jersey girl opined as she caught the reeling brunette in another Wristlock. No fancy submission hold this time around, Fuentes only stepped back, dropped a hip and slung Penny at the far corner as hard as she could. Tremblay’s long legs covered the distance in the span of heartbeats, yet the Churchgoer still had enough time to pivot around so she took the collision with her back rather than her chest. The low BWUUUNG of brunette on buckle convinced most of the FAWNatics that Penny was about to plop down in prime position for a Stink Face or something even worse, but danged if Tremblay didn’t stumble away from the collision with her hands on her thighs and otherwise verti-- Marisa raced in, somersaulted over the stooping battler and caught her around the waist for a beautiful Sunset Flip that just so happened to sling the back of Penny’s skull into the middle turnbuckle!
POINT PLEASANT POWERBOMB 2.0
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYJWgRj9XoQ
Crumpled to a sloppy seat after Fuentes’ latest variation on the Point Pleasant Powerbomb, Tremblay only noted the noise of the crowd as a distant roar and she certainly didn’t hear the heathen’s boots racing away, then racing back. No, her return to full awareness didn’t come until those aforementioned boots THWHUMPED into her face, Marisa putting every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds behind the Hesitation Dropkick!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8yulNT4yb0
Crushed against the roughly padded steel for the third time in less than a minute, Penny managed a desperate, weary barrel roll that deposited her a few yards from the duplicitous corner post. This was supposed to be a haven of sorts, alas Tremblay’s respite seemed doomed from the outset because Marisa took the top rope in both hands and leapt to the high rent district. Pointed out at the fans, the Jersey Firecracker stood tall, cupped both hands to her mouth and called, “READY FOR THE SWAMP SPLASH?”
Those assembled for this March to War assured Marisa that they were, but her attention was diverted when Miranda stepped into view on the floor. Eyes trained on the heathen, Wainright asked, “Considering the muck and mire that clings to your daily existence, are you sure another visit to the swamp is in your best interests, sister?”
Marisa’s smile faded and she jabbed an index finger at the intruding blonde. “Back it the hell up, Miranda. Unless you want this Firecracker to go off on you instWHOOAANNNNNGGGGHH!”
Miranda’s distraction proved disastrous for Fuentes because it gave Penny enough time to pick herself up off the mat and rush the corner, whereupon she shoved Marisa’s legs out from under the unsuspecting battler! Dropped into an uncomfortable perch atop the buckles, Marisa could only groan when Tremblay wheeled around and reached up with both hands to grasp the smaller woman’s biceps.
“I fear your light show is coming to an end, sister.” Penny growled as she raised Fuentes’ arms into a ‘T’ shape and stomped free of the corner. With Marisa dangling from her clutches in a perfect Crucifix, the Acolyte added, “But I promise that the bright flash of your demise will instill caution and wisdom in those lucky enough to witness it.”
Marisa kicked her legs but couldn’t muster enough leverage to wrest free of the zealot’s grip. “Kuuuhhh…. kiss off, honey.” she grumbled. “You’re not gonna snuff me without a fiWHOOOOAAAANNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
Penny broke into a loping jog that took her all the way to the opposite side of the squared so she could sling Fuentes into a vengeful spine-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gidT-nBRQZM
Jolted from head to toe by the Last Night of Sadness, Marisa stumbled out of the corner on rubbery legs that-- CRAAACK! Tremblay turned the Firecracker around with a scathing backhanded Bytch Slap that would’ve sent her sprawling face-first into the buckles if Penny hadn’t snatched a handful of waistband and reeled her in close. In the next instant she wedged her head under Fuentes’ left arm and looped both arms around her waist. She hoisted Marisa onto one shoulder 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! Marisa THWHUMPED down full force onto the posted joints and bounced away, the Jersey Firecracker reduced to smoldering embers by the crushing force of the Spine Tremblar.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
Crawling over to the devastated heathen, Penny took hold of Fuentes’ ankles and repositioned them somewhere just north of her ankles. A sturdy Matchbook always got a good reaction from the FAWNatics, but Tremblay got an extra round of whistles and applause because she planted her right leg across the vulnerable brunette’s calves. Preparations complete, the Church’s Bad Penny stretched her arms wide and titled her head back, the Acolyte’s face a study in hard-earned serenity as Merle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Allowing herself a small smile at the sound of the bell, Tremblay CLAPPED a single hard slap against Marisa’s buns, then clasped her hands in solemn reflection while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The victorious tyro still didn’t relinquish her perch when the ref approached to raise her hand, in fact it looked like she was contemplating another round of heathen spanking. “At the ready, sister.” Miranda said quietly. “We are no longer alone.”
Tremblay looked toward the stage expecting to see the Black Court massed against them, but there was only a single figure watching the ring with obvious interest.
Seeing that she had Penny’s attention, Bridget Stroud took a few steps forward and said, “Not bad, cutie. Wanna race to the top?”
BRIDGET STROUD:
Penny stood up, nudged Marisa to the side and stalked to the edge. Grabbing the top rope in both hands, she leaned out over the edge and mouthed, “Soon.”
MARISA FUENTES:
The roar of the crowd is met by Incubus’ ‘Anna Molly’ and shortly thereafter the fiery half of Spicy Matzah brushed through the curtain to take her place at center stage. Greeting those assembled with a beaming smile and swinging hips, the longtime tag specialist licked the tip of one index finger, went to put it to one toned glute only to pull back at the last second because it was clearly far too hot. Careful to have averted disaster, Marisa took a moment to fan her questing finger before starting down the ramp to the squared circle.
For her outing on this particular late March evening, the Jersey Firecracker was clad in a baby blue bikini top and similarly hued tiny, ruffled skirt that couldn’t completely hide the fightin’ bottoms beneath. Similarly-hued pads and boots finish off the ensemble. Zigging and zagging as she closed on the ring, the lightweight slapped as many outstretched hands as she could reach without once dropping the beat. Upon reaching her destination she hopped to the apron, and turned back to the crowd to offer a blown kiss, then provided a cheeky entrance by dipping through the ropes.
Marisa moves to the center of the ring and finished her flourish with a little saucy salsa hip figure-eight. The crowd approved wholeheartedly, treating the Firecracker to energetic applause while she offered her boots and pads to Merle the referee for a final inspection.
The Announcer resumed his duties once there was a lull in the noise. “And introducing her opp--”
“Please. Allow me, heathen.”
MIRANDA WAINRIGHT:
All of Marisa’s accumulated good will seemed to disappear in a gust of cool air that swept through the arena just as Miranda Wainright stepped through the curtain. Unfazed by the vitriol heaped in her direction, the Deacon of Despair let the heathens babble for almost ten seconds before she put the mic to her lips. “I’d be careful not to overexert yourself so early in the festivities, brothers and sisters. I assure you, there are a great many horrors in store for you tonight. So please, be so kind as to silence your slavering tongues while I call upon a most dangerous young woman. Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. Heathens I implore you, throw yourselves at the mercy of 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 materialized with the chorus, the bendybacked Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Stepping into place beside Miranda, she looked to the blonde, who told her, “The heathen who awaits you fancies herself a pinprick of light in the dark. Show her the terrors that lurk beyond the reach of her tragically limited vision.”
Delighted to do exactly that, Penny honed in on the brunette in the ring and stormed down the ramp with Wainright in her wake. For her latest outing in the Church’s never ending ’recruitment drive’, the leggy tyro 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. Standing on Wainright’s signal, Tremblay turned the feverish intensity of her gaze to Fuentes, then backed into the opposite corner where she reluctantly offered her pads and boots to Merle.
Marisa began to clap as soon as the bell sounded, not just to get the FAWNatics on her side (though it was certainly appreciated) but to overwhelm the aura of almost preternatural silence that seemed to cling to Miranda Wainright’s newest convert. Pleased by the noise raised in her favor, Fuentes claimed the center of the ring as her own, then invited Tremblay to join her. “C’mon chica!” she called to the willowy brunette. “You’re not afraid of a little firecracker, are ya?”
Penny paused in the midst of rolling her wrists to smile at the other wrestler’s question. Instead of a direct answer she set out on a stroll along the ropes to her left, Tremblay forcing Marisa to pivot with her in order to keep the Churchgoer in-- Fuentes exploded toward her, leapt into the air and took the top rope in both hands for a ‘whicking’ Tiger Feint Kick that would’ve taken Penny’s head off if she hadn’t thrown herself into a tumble at just the right time.
“Don’t think you can run from these fireworks, baby.” Marisa held thumb and forefinger millimeters apart to emphasize the narrow escape. “Try to hide and they’ll just come lookin’ for ya.”
“I hope you’ve brought more than gaudy pyrotechnics, sister.” Tremblay replied blandly. “Such a display might satisfy ever so briefly, but it will be swallowed by gloom of Eternal Midnight the instant it--”
The New Jersey native charged again so Tremblay dipped her knees and raised her hands in anticipation of NOPE! Fuentes went low, skidding between the taller brunette’s parted stems with a gorgeous Baseball Slide. Rather than waste precious time wheeling around in search of her heathen, Penny raced to the ropes on the other side of the ring and used the second strand like a kickstand to prevent her from bounding back into any acrobatic idolatry Marisa had on her mind. For a moment this seemed downright prophetic as gave her just enough time to hook her right arm beneath Marisa’s left bicep when the heathen rushed in. Tremblay powered her into the sky for what looked like one helluva Hip Toss to the outside before Fuentes adjusted mid-flight and landed with both feet on the middle rope. Bounding back to the relative safety of the squared circle with an audible ‘twang’ soared high into the air, then laid out on her back to send Penny rolling the full length of the ring, the True Believer not stopping until she’d reached the apron on the far side!
RUNNING SPRINGBOARD ARMDRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdNsq8kQyOk
“What’d I tell ya about runnin’ away, chica?” Marisa grinned as Tremblay used the ropes to haul herself upright. “This firecracker will come to you!”
With that she raced to the corner directly to Tremblay’s left, hopped onto the middle rope and launched herself backward, the explosive lightweight twisting as she did so to THWHACK the soles of her boots into the zealot’s unsuspecting mush! Penny hit the apron with an awkward ‘thud’, then tumbled to the floor to land just shy of the foot of the ramp.
TRIANGLE DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vs07NB36DFY
Positively en fuego for Marisa’s hot start, the sold out crowd got that much louder when Fuentes threw herself at the ropes on the other side of the ring when Tremblay clambered to one knee. “Clear your head, sister!” Miranda barked over the roar of the fans. “The heathen approaches!”
‘Approaches’ was perhaps too gentle a term for it, in truth Marisa dove headfirst between the top and middle strands, the Jersey Firecracker stretched out full length for a Suicide Dive ‘OOOOHHHHHH!’ Surprise, dismay and yes, a touch of grudging admiration when Penny twisted to the side not to avoid the Dive, but to catch Fuentes across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! Dark eyes wide and sparkling, Tremblay caught her foe at wrist and thigh and used those hooks to flip her off the perch while simultaneously dropping to one knee.
FIREMAN'S CARRY BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9vh400V730
“UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHH!” Marisa bounced off the posted joint, hit the floor and rolled away with one hand pressed to the small of her back.
“Thank you for the warning, sister.” Penny told her leader once she’d made some minor adjustments to her trunks. “I’ll be more vigilant going forward.”
“I’m happy to be your eyes as long as necessary, sister.” Miranda replied. “Seeing you put our doctrine to good use is all the thanks I need.”
Eager to please the woman who’d saved from perdition, Penny filled a hand with Marisa’s hair and yanked her head off the floor only to BWONK it against those thin-blue mats three times in rapid succession. With the Firecracker’s lights thusly dimmed, Tremblay hauled Fuentes to boot-leather and dragged her over to the apron without actually returning her to the ring. Lined up parallel to the apron, Penny snuggled in behind Marisa so she could wedge her head beneath the lightweight’s left arm. From there she caught a Half Waistlock as well as a handful of that ruffled skirt so she could boost Fuentes onto the point of her right shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOOOO!
Where most would’ve dropped, Tremblay tossed, the lissome brunette stunner just slinging her opposition into a short freefall that ended with Marisa THWHUMPING flat on the narrow ledge of the apron. Fuentes grimaced, tottered on the edge, but looped an arm around the bottom rope to prevent another painful fall.
BACK SUPLEX APRON TOSS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_QlCpn8APM
This didn’t bother Penny in the slightest, indeed she celebrated by punching Marisa in the tummy until the smaller wrestler released her grip and rolled under the bottom rope. “Leaving so soon, sister?” Tremblay hopped onto the apron but did not reenter the squared circle. “I believe you promised me a show.” Alas, Marisa wasn’t ready to perform at the moment, so Penny entertained herself by grabbing hold of the top rope and vaulting over just to THWHUMP the point of her right elbow between the heathen’s breasts. Fuentes’ legs shot up on impact so Tremblay hooked both to see if the reprobate possessed fortitude enough to kick out before the…
SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_50uZkXzl4
ONE…
Marisa kicked out well shy of ‘TWO’, which prompted a smile from Penny. “How reassuring. For a moment I feared you were little more than a bottle rocket, if not an actual dud.”
“You wish, honey.” Fuentes turned onto her stomach and pushed to all fours. “You’re not going to burn me out that eaHHEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Penny ‘thumped’ down on her right side across the smaller brunette’s lower back to force her back to the canvas. In the same motion she reached over with her left hand, seized hold of Marisa’s left wrist and tugged it back in a Cut-throat so tight the Firecracker was effectively choking on her own bicep!
GROUNDED CUT-THROAT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtMxUIN7gHE
Fuentes kicked her feet and reeeeeached with her free hand because she knew they were still quite close to the ropes. Unfortunately Penny knew this too and she scooted around in a quarter circle that put Marisa’s questing fingers a few inches shy of the bottom strand. “Salvation is so close, sister. It is quite literally at your fingertips. Won’t you reach for it!” Tremblay teased. Marisa did of course, but the long-legged brunette put one foot against the rubber-coated steel and puuuuuuushed out to slide them both closer to the center of the ring.
Noting the increasingly red cast of his charge’s face, Merle dropped to one knee beside the action to get an update. “What do you say, Marisa? Should I call for the--”
“NO!” Marisa shot her right hand into the air and waggled a finger ‘no, no, no!’ to make sure everyone knew her position. “Don’t even think about it, Merle! This fight’s just getting startWHOOOOAAAHH!”
Penny pushed to one knee and tugged down on her captured wrist to tumble Fuentes onto her back. From there she slung a leg over the Jersey girl’s waist to secure a full mount. Right hand curled into a fist, Tremblay measured her heathen, then went to work with a series of quick, hard punches aimed at the pinned brunette’s hairline. Marisa, the fans and the official all took umbrage with the rough treatment, though it was only the latter that stood in any position to do something about it.
“Hey, watch those hands, Penny! You know better!”
Indeed she must’ve because Miranda’s bendybacked acolyte opened that hand wide and affixed it to Fuentes’ mug, Tremblay making a point to leaaaaaaaaan down onto the struggling grappler’s distended nose! Marisa voiced a muffled, nasal squeal, pounded a few ragged punches into the Churchgoer’s flanks, then grabbed hold of her wrist in a white-knuckled death grip. The resistance earned a snarl from Tremblay, who wrenched her hand loose and immediately PWAAAKED another closed fist into the Jersey Firecracker’s nose!
“Last warning, Penny!” Merle barked. “Open up those han--oooohhhh jeeze! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
‘Bad’ Penny extracted two fingers from the other wrestler’s nostrils and made a point of wiping them off on Fuentes’ cheek before she got up and stretched her arms wide to widespread jeers.
Wainright was the exception of course, she clapped politely, then nodded to the suffering heathen. “A strong start, Penelope. But your task is not yet complete.”
This pronouncement didn’t seem to displease or even surprise Tremblay in the slightest, in fact she was smiling when she filled her hands with Marisa’s hair and hauled her to boot leather. A quick Scoop Slam stall kept Fuentes ‘hupped’ over one shoulder while Penny stomped over to the nearest corner and smeared her in against the turnbuckles. A few righteous machinations was all it took to secure Marisa to the Tree of Woe, a development those in attendance found most disquieting. Their worry proved justified when Tremblay palmed the heathen’s head in both hands and lifted her up so she was suspended just about level with the top rope.
“Yes.” Miranda cooed over steepled fingers. “Show the little wretch what we do to those that blindly follow the duplicitous light.”
Halving her grip on Fuentes’ hair so she could step back to arm’s length, Penny brought her right leg lashing up to THUMP between Marisa’s shoulders! One should’ve been plenty, unfortunately Tremblay was far from satisfied so she unleashed a whole flurry of kicks, each and every one of more than dozen shots trained on the welt growing across the hapless brunette’s upper back. Letting Marisa’s head drop once the referee hit ‘FOUR!’ on his count, Penny rounded on Merle and stalked him all the way to center ring before continuing on to the opposite corner. From there she slapped the top turnbuckle with one hand, whipped around in a smooth half circle and sprinted back the way she’d came to deliver a Baseball Slide Dropkick to Fuentes’ defenseless fa--NO!
The Jersey native grabbed the top rope in both hands and ‘crunched’ herself up to avoid the zealot’s boots with a full second to spare! So relieved by her escape that she failed to notice any noise that’d indicate a rough landing for the Acolyte, Marisa was still seated on the top turnbuckle when Penny straightened up and PWAAAKED a Forearm Smash against the nape of her neck. Lacing her fingers over the other brunette’s chin even as she spun in place, Tremblay bent Marisa’s head against the ball of her right shoulder and took a step away from the buckles to stretch her opponent to the limits of balance. Very much aware of the precarious position, Penny raised her left hand to shoulder level and actually waved to the FAWNatics only to turn it into a savage thumb slash across her throat! Intentions made clear, the cruel ingénue hopped up and came down on her butt, all the better to tear Fuentes loose from the Tree of Woe with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker that THWHUNKED the heathen flush on the back of her head and shoulders.
TREE OF WOE BACK KICKS & HANGMAN'S NECKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=S95gweQjc9Y
Stacked up something fierce in the wake of that rough landing, Marisa would’ve been ripe for the pinning if not for the proximity of the strands. The chance to secure a pay-per-view victory would’ve produced a sense of urgency in most competitors, Penny however looked almost languid as she collected Fuentes at ankle and wrist and draaaaaaaaagged her out to the middle of the ring. Even the elimination of possible sanctuary didn’t spur the brunette to increase her pace, though the sharp-eyed observer noted a little extra pep in Tremblay’s step when she stomped on Marisa’s midriff on her way back to the corner where she’d grown the Tree of Woe.
Possessed of an effortless grace quite at odds with her perpetually simmering anger, Penny sprang from the floor to top rope in a single bound, the lithesome battler twisting in mid-air to land in a crouch facing the rest of the squared circle. From there she took to the skies with the ease of a Burlingame, Daly or London, Miranda’s mysterious tumbling through a high-speed somersault that brought her down atop Fuentes’ gulping stoma--TOO SLOW!
The Jersey Firecracker rolled toward the corner, leaving the canvas empty for Tremblay’s invariably devastating lan-- the Churchgoer tucked her head in tight and rolled through the landing like that’d what she’d intended from the outset. Back on her feet while Marisa was still recovering on one knee, Penny strode over to the heathen and flicked out her right foot to scuff the back of Fuentes’ noggin.
“Cut that out, bytch.” Marisa straightened up and swatted at the encroaching leg. “That’s the sort of crap that can get a chick HERGH!”
Penny scuffed her face again, the force of it spilling Fuentes to one side. “Your threats carry no weight with me, sister.” Tremblay twined her fingers in the other brunette’s hair and puuuuulled her off the mat. “In fact they mean even less than the dirt caught in the treads of my boots. Your SCREAMS however, that is a currency in which I am very eager to deal.”
Spinning the Jersey heathen in a half circle, Penny worked her head under Fuentes’ left bicep, looped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up onto one shoulder for a Backdrop SupNOPE! Marisa tumbled free of the taller wrestler’s grip to land in a heavy crouch directly behind the True Believer. Miranda warned Penny of Fuentes’ heathenish trickery, albeit a split second too late to stop the Firecracker from SMAAACKING a stiff Double Slap in above the points of Tremblay’s hips! This wasn’t a match winner by any stretch of the imagination, but it did slow Penny long enough for Marisa to sidle in on her left and twine her right leg around Tremblay’s left. Cinching an arm around the back of her head in the same breath, Fuentes leaned forward ‘til they were bent almost double, then snapped back to THWHUMP her adversary into the deck with a gorgeous Russian Leg Sweep!
Marisa tumbled backward out of the landing to end up her feet with just enough time to catch the taller woman’s ankles before they flopped to the canvas. Stretching those long legs at an angle Wainright found exceptionally sinful even for FAWN, Fuentes leapt into air, kicked her own legs forward and came down with her calves SMECKING atop Penny’s! Folded in half by the Jersey Cradle, Tremblay remained motionless while Miranda and the rest of those assembled roared over the…
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP & JERSEY CRADLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdzCp5zV2x4
ONE…
TWO…
Penny popped her hips and flopped to one side, saving herself with a full second to spare. Suddenly displaying the urgency she’d lacked only moments prior, Tremblay scrambled to her feet and--CRAAACK! Got knocked right back down courtesy of a huge Knife-Edge Chop from the Firecracker! “C’mon cutie! We‘re not done here yet!” Fuentes shouted as Penny resumed her climb to verticality. Already locked and loaded when the Churchgoer stood up, Marisa threw a second Chop only to pull it back when the taller lass doubled up to avoid it. Quick as a wink the Jersey native slapped on a Front Facelock and laid out on her back to THWONK the crown of Penny’s skull into the mat with a DDT!
FEIGNED DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur0jFy-7KUE
Caught completely unawares by the clever fake out, Tremblay rolled through to her back but was quickly set upon with a tight Back Press that pointed her tush at the rafters through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Penny kicked out emphatically enough, albeit not so quickly that Miranda didn’t place a cautious knee on the apron. Fuentes didn’t notice the aborted encroachment which was actually a good thing strategically, as it meant she didn’t let up on the stunned ingenue. Shoving Tremblay onto her belly, Marisa straddled the taller wrestler’s back and helped herself to Penny’s wrists. “Hey, Adelaide does this, right?” the Firecracker crisscrossed Penny’s arms over her neck and pulled back on a spirited Straightjacket Choke. “I know she’s a former World Champion and all, but I just think mine’s better! You’re probably biased in the other direction, but just sit here and think about it for a while, ok?”
STRAIGHTJACKET CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ki7Ix8RV8Q
Fuentes yoked up on the snug hold and rocked it back ‘n forth, forcing Tremblay to growl, rasp and beat her boots against the canvas. “What do you say, Penny?” Merle asked once the ‘TAP!’ chants started. “Need me to call for the bell?”
Tremblay’s eyes flicked to the official for half a second, if that. “Get out of my face, heathenNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Marisa pulled up a little harder and bounced her butt against the small of Penny’s back. “That’s no way to talk to Merle! Show the man some respect, he’s gonna record your blubbering submission after--”
Penny reared back into the hold and slid one leg forward to plant a knee on the mat. Marisa rose to one knee as well, but maintained her grip of the Straightjacket so she could better control Tremblay’s return to verticality. That was the idea anyway, unfortunately it only took the Acolyte a moment to twist into the trap and jab a shoulder into Fuentes’ belly once, twice, “NNNGGGHHH!” Marisa abandoned her grips for a well-timed Hip Check to the side of Penny’s skull!
“This Firecracker’s too dangerous for you, baby!” the Jersey girl opined as she caught the reeling brunette in another Wristlock. No fancy submission hold this time around, Fuentes only stepped back, dropped a hip and slung Penny at the far corner as hard as she could. Tremblay’s long legs covered the distance in the span of heartbeats, yet the Churchgoer still had enough time to pivot around so she took the collision with her back rather than her chest. The low BWUUUNG of brunette on buckle convinced most of the FAWNatics that Penny was about to plop down in prime position for a Stink Face or something even worse, but danged if Tremblay didn’t stumble away from the collision with her hands on her thighs and otherwise verti-- Marisa raced in, somersaulted over the stooping battler and caught her around the waist for a beautiful Sunset Flip that just so happened to sling the back of Penny’s skull into the middle turnbuckle!
POINT PLEASANT POWERBOMB 2.0
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYJWgRj9XoQ
Crumpled to a sloppy seat after Fuentes’ latest variation on the Point Pleasant Powerbomb, Tremblay only noted the noise of the crowd as a distant roar and she certainly didn’t hear the heathen’s boots racing away, then racing back. No, her return to full awareness didn’t come until those aforementioned boots THWHUMPED into her face, Marisa putting every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds behind the Hesitation Dropkick!
HESITATION DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8yulNT4yb0
Crushed against the roughly padded steel for the third time in less than a minute, Penny managed a desperate, weary barrel roll that deposited her a few yards from the duplicitous corner post. This was supposed to be a haven of sorts, alas Tremblay’s respite seemed doomed from the outset because Marisa took the top rope in both hands and leapt to the high rent district. Pointed out at the fans, the Jersey Firecracker stood tall, cupped both hands to her mouth and called, “READY FOR THE SWAMP SPLASH?”
Those assembled for this March to War assured Marisa that they were, but her attention was diverted when Miranda stepped into view on the floor. Eyes trained on the heathen, Wainright asked, “Considering the muck and mire that clings to your daily existence, are you sure another visit to the swamp is in your best interests, sister?”
Marisa’s smile faded and she jabbed an index finger at the intruding blonde. “Back it the hell up, Miranda. Unless you want this Firecracker to go off on you instWHOOAANNNNNGGGGHH!”
Miranda’s distraction proved disastrous for Fuentes because it gave Penny enough time to pick herself up off the mat and rush the corner, whereupon she shoved Marisa’s legs out from under the unsuspecting battler! Dropped into an uncomfortable perch atop the buckles, Marisa could only groan when Tremblay wheeled around and reached up with both hands to grasp the smaller woman’s biceps.
“I fear your light show is coming to an end, sister.” Penny growled as she raised Fuentes’ arms into a ‘T’ shape and stomped free of the corner. With Marisa dangling from her clutches in a perfect Crucifix, the Acolyte added, “But I promise that the bright flash of your demise will instill caution and wisdom in those lucky enough to witness it.”
Marisa kicked her legs but couldn’t muster enough leverage to wrest free of the zealot’s grip. “Kuuuhhh…. kiss off, honey.” she grumbled. “You’re not gonna snuff me without a fiWHOOOOAAAANNNNNGGGGGGGHHH!”
Penny broke into a loping jog that took her all the way to the opposite side of the squared so she could sling Fuentes into a vengeful spine-first collision with the top turnbuckle!
LAST NIGHT OF SADNESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gidT-nBRQZM
Jolted from head to toe by the Last Night of Sadness, Marisa stumbled out of the corner on rubbery legs that-- CRAAACK! Tremblay turned the Firecracker around with a scathing backhanded Bytch Slap that would’ve sent her sprawling face-first into the buckles if Penny hadn’t snatched a handful of waistband and reeled her in close. In the next instant she wedged her head under Fuentes’ left arm and looped both arms around her waist. She hoisted Marisa onto one shoulder 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! Marisa THWHUMPED down full force onto the posted joints and bounced away, the Jersey Firecracker reduced to smoldering embers by the crushing force of the Spine Tremblar.
SPINE TREMBLAR:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhSzddVDZqE
Crawling over to the devastated heathen, Penny took hold of Fuentes’ ankles and repositioned them somewhere just north of her ankles. A sturdy Matchbook always got a good reaction from the FAWNatics, but Tremblay got an extra round of whistles and applause because she planted her right leg across the vulnerable brunette’s calves. Preparations complete, the Church’s Bad Penny stretched her arms wide and titled her head back, the Acolyte’s face a study in hard-earned serenity as Merle slapped the mat…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Allowing herself a small smile at the sound of the bell, Tremblay CLAPPED a single hard slap against Marisa’s buns, then clasped her hands in solemn reflection while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The victorious tyro still didn’t relinquish her perch when the ref approached to raise her hand, in fact it looked like she was contemplating another round of heathen spanking. “At the ready, sister.” Miranda said quietly. “We are no longer alone.”
Tremblay looked toward the stage expecting to see the Black Court massed against them, but there was only a single figure watching the ring with obvious interest.
Seeing that she had Penny’s attention, Bridget Stroud took a few steps forward and said, “Not bad, cutie. Wanna race to the top?”
BRIDGET STROUD:
Penny stood up, nudged Marisa to the side and stalked to the edge. Grabbing the top rope in both hands, she leaned out over the edge and mouthed, “Soon.”