Post by hawkeye on Sept 8, 2019 23:23:51 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She’s one Sweet Disaster… BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The arena lights blinked over to a vibrant purple and a dozen spotlights played over every inch of the arena while the speakers launched into Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ Above the entryway the ‘tron flicked through a montage of selections from her growing highlight reel interspersed with footage of her scaling a handful of sheer rock cliffs. The random sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned FAWN breakout skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made in her first several months in Orlando.
Apparently quite recovered from the stinging loss she‘d suffered at Summer Swelter, Stroud flashed the sold-out crowd a beaming grin before she spun around on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For her first Slaybor Day weekend she sported purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a silvery white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a good five seconds, Stroud just hanging around with hands on her hips until she dropped to the canvas with a crisp little ‘thump’.
Alone in the ring save for the long-suffering legend known as Merle, Bridget offered him her pads and boots for a quick inspection then headed to the opposite corner to await the arrival of the woman who’d added the first blemish to an otherwise pristine FAWN record.
Stroud’s anthem faded into the background din, allowing the Announcer to proceed. “And introducing her opponent,” he paused for a moment as if expecting an interruption that never came. “Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and a the Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY 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 bendy-backed Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking the stage alone for the first time since her debut on the big stage, Miranda Wainright’s Last Believer stretched her arms wide and tilted her head back, Penny listening to some guidance meant only for her ears. Properly imbued with the wisdom of Midnights past, Tremblay headed for squared circle and the sacrificial lamb so foolish it wanted to die twice. For tonight’s bloodletting 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 the hard camera 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 after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay got to her feet and strolled to the opposite corner without so much as a glance spared for her seething opposition.
Of all the indignities Tremblay had inflicted upon her during their previous encounter, the first loss of Bridget’s FAWN tenure was arguably the least. It stung, no doubt about it, but it was nothing a winning weekend on the next house show tour hadn’t cured. It wasn’t even getting poster-ized by the former Churchgoer’s victory pose, though she had awoke more than a few times during the next week with the phantom weight of Tremblay’s boot on her chest, an admission that would leave her lips through nothing shy of torture. No, what angered Stroud the most, what embarrassed her the most, was the casual, easy confidence with which Penelope worked her trunks post-bell, the utter assurance that told her she could apply that humiliating hold whenever she damned well pleased. That, friends and neighbors, was why Bridget Stroud came off the buckles like impending doom when the opening bell CLANGED.
Penelope closed ground with equal celerity, the willowy brunette seemingly unfazed by the disbanding of her mentor’s congregation at the end of July. Indeed she seemed just as eager to get her hands on Stroud, thus explaining the obvious aggression with which the pair of ingénues threw themselves into the first Collar & Elbow of the contest.
Although sorely tempted to bury a hand in Penny’s long hair, Bridget kept things clean-ish, which meant she pressed the heel of her left hand against Tremblay’s mouth and worked it back and forth like she was trying to wipe away a particularly stubborn stain! The Angriest Acolyte hissed at the intrusion but immediately answered with one of her own, Penny crooking one hand into a spade that raked down Stroud’s face from temple to chin.
“Enough of that.” Merle said of those mean-spirited lapses in etiquette. “I want a clean match from the both of--”
Tremblay’s clawin’ hand spidered its way south down the slope of Bridget’s tummy toward the juncture of her thighs, a worrisome encroachment that earned an immediate dissolution of the Collar & Elbow and a rough, angry shove from Sweet Disaster.
“ONE warning, Tremblay.” Stroud growled, her dark eyes flashing. “Keep your disgusting little mitt away from my trunks or I’ll--”
The threat remained a mystery because Penelope lashed out with a snappy right cross that swiveled Bridget’s head to the side. “You’ll WHAT?” Penny barked over the sound of the crowd’s ‘Ooooohhhhhhh!’ “Curl into a little ball and cry? Tell me brat, how did it feel to look up and realize I stood so far above you on your precious mountain? Did it feel like desperation? Or reliOOFFFHHHNNNGGHH!”
Stroud went low, burying a shoulder in the other brunette’s belly even as she curled her arms around Penny’s lower legs. In the same instant she went up on her toes and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Tremblay against the deck with a Double Leg Takedown that was almost a Spinebuster! Penny’s legs popped high enough for Stroud to fold her into a Matchbook if she’d wanted, but the thought never crossed her mind. Instead she swatted ‘em aside, mounted her foe’s waist and treated herself to the handful of hair she’d denied earlier. Keeping an ear out for Merle’s count even in the depths of her anger, Bridget raised a fist to level with her left ear, then brought it spiking down onto Penny’s forehead just below the hairline.
Four more shots landed before the official started to count but rather than push her luck the incensed newcomer splayed that hand wide and ‘smecked’ it over the taller wrestler’s startled face! Stroud dug in at both temples and three different spots along Tremblay’s hairline, Sweet Disaster gripping her own wrist for extra leverage while she bore down on Penny’s vulnerable dome!
“This is what I’ll do, honey.” Bridget hissed through clenched teeth. “Squeeze your evil little head until it collapses like an apAAARRRRRHHHH BYTCH!” Of no mind to endure her rival’s grip any longer than absolutely necessary, Penny did a little squeezing of her own, namely a rude two-handed grip on Bridget’s chest! “Nasty witch.” Stroud growled as she hunched forward over the Iron Claw to make it all the more uncomfortable. “Is there any shortcut you won’t OH GODDAMMIT OOOWWW F*CK YOU!” Tremblay hooked her fingers under the right cup of Bridget’s top and pulled it aside, briefly baring the rookie’s breast before she caught the exposed nipple between thumb and forefinger for a savage twist!
Bridget abandoned her claw to escape Tremblay’s pincer, the sudden act of standing more than enough to break the former Churchgoer’s grip. Answering Penelope’s cattiness with three pistoning stomps to the belly, Stroud corrected the wardrobe malfunction without comment, then plunged both hands into Tremblay’s hair and peeled her off the mat.
“Someone needs to teach you a lesson in manners, girl.” Bridget muttered as she threaded her left arm over the taller wrestler’s shoulder. “Some might call that hard work. Me? I call it a privilege.”
Sweet Disaster scooped Penny up over her right shoulder, pivoted her hips slightly and THWHUMPED that brunette burden to the mat with a textbook Scoop Slam. Tremblay landed flat and didn’t immediately sit up, so Stroud got to her feet and positioned herself slightly to her foe’s left. Without so much as a word she raised her left knee to waist-level, held it there for a moment while she measured, then she dropped down and THUNKED the bony joint into Penny’s forehead! Tremblay grunted, rolled to one side, then cursed aloud when Stroud gripped a shoulder to roll her right back to start. “Shut it.” Stroud ordered as she regained her feet. “You’ve earned every bit of this.” Bridget’s knee came up, then down a second time, the Minnesota native making sure to pit every bit of her hundred and thirty-three pounds into the bludgeoning descent.
MEASURED KNEE DROPS @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wap1A6KV5kE
The second impact got Penny onto her stomach, the struggling bendy-back clambering to her knees before Stroud could put a stop to it. Bridget didn’t seem bothered by this tenacious penance, indeed she showed a satisfied smile as she rose to her full height. Turning away from her prey, Stroud exploded into a sprint, bounced off the strands and came back twice as fast just to THWONK her right knee between Tremblay’s eyes! Penny went down in a woozy sprawl and now Bridget did go for a cover, the newcomer throwing herself across opposing chest in a Lateral Press before hooking the far leg for…
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
ONE…
TWO…
The Angriest Acolyte kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, Penny clearly still in the fight despite her current disadvantageous position. Stroud didn’t question the count, she merely got up and hauled Tremblay to a slumped seat. Situated directly behind the other wrester, Bridget cupped her right hand over Penelope’s chin, then grabbed that wrist with her left hand while taking great care to keep her left forearm pressed snug against the side of Tremblay’s face. Clamping down on both grips, Stroud sloooooooooowly wrenched her opponent’s head to one side, Penny’s chin going from six to nine in a few painful seconds.
NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtFIzTbicYg
“Give up.” Bridget demanded after several painful seconds. “Unless you want me to do some real damage.”
Tremblay giggled despite the unpleasant angle of her neck and the fact that she was currently waggling one finger ‘no, no, no’. “Real damage? Surely you jest, little girl. To inflict real punishment would require dedication and we both know you’re a preening little dilettante that crumbles the moment NNNGGHH!”
Bridget moved her left hand to the top of Penny’s head, took a giant step back, then stepped in and THWHAPPED a merciless Soccer Kick between Tremblay’s shoulders! Miranda’s Last Believer groaned without making any effort to get off her butt, so Stroud backed off again only to rush forward, somersault over and catch a double handful of hair, all the better to drive Penelope’s forehead into the canvas!
Hands to her face before even before she bounced over onto her back, Tremblay didn’t register her opponent’s latest encroachment until Stroud jogged over and delivered every bit of her weight unto the Angriest Acolyte’s tummy with an Elbow Drop! Penny ‘ooooooffffh’ed’ and flopped to her stomach, an understandable, instinctual reaction she might’ve reconsidered if she’d known Sweet Disaster would immediately take hold of her ankles, one in each hand. Allowing herself a small smile now that she had the other brunette facedown on the canvas, Bridget folded Penny’s left shin across the pit of her right knee, then grabbed the right ankle and folded it up over the exposed joint. The knotting of her legs got Tremblay squirming and reaching, but Stroud remained maddeningly out of reach as she twisted around and braced Penny’s right ankle against the back of her right calf. Treating the FAWNatics to a double bicep flex because she damned well could, the former Rock Climbing standout dropped backward into a flawless bridge that left her balanced on tiptoe and the crown of her head. Far more important, at least as it concerned Penelope, Stroud laced her hands across the taller woman’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to secure a painful Muta Lock.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXrMM7GH2kY
“Ask her!” Bridget called to Merle once Tremblay voiced her first groan.
“What do you say, Penny?” Merle queried. “Need to call it a night?”
“There’s only one quitter in this ring, asshole.” Penny hissed. “And it’s not meRRGGHH!”
Stroud pulled that much harder, her arms shredding into shadowy relief as she made Tremblay gaze into the overhead lights. Pleased with the strain in her opponent’s neck and upper back, Bridget bobbled Penny’s head a few times to make sure the bendy-back knew she was in complete control. “Just who are you trying to convince, bad girl? Because it sounds to me like you’re on the verge of teNGH!”
Penny drove her right elbow into the side of Stroud’s head. It wasn’t enough to break the stretch, but the grip on her chin loosened enough to encourage Tremblay to crook that arm around Bridget’s neck. A big ‘ol handful of hair drew a curse from Stroud and a warning from the official, yet neither of these proved dissuasion enough to keep Penny from thun-thun-thun-THUNKING the back of her rival’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Grip collapsing in the wake of the heavy pounding, Stroud rolled away and clambered to one knee while Penny rolled to the ropes and used them to haul herself to verticality. Bridget rose immediately thereafter and went straight for Tremblay, the purple-clad battler whipping around on her back foot to put even more oomph behind the Rolling Elbow pointed at THWHACK! Penelope came off the ropes with a straight High Kick, the sole of her boot just clapping off the side of Stroud’s unsuspecting face! Listing about in a half circle a she tried keep her balance, Bridget voiced an ‘eep’ of surprise when Tremblay snuggled in behind and wrapped both arms around her waist. Feet set, knees bent, Penny popped her hips to take Sweet Disaster up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy a German Suplex.
The bridge that followed was high and tight but Miranda’s last believer didn’t try for a cover. Rather she somersaulted over Stroud and in doing so brought the both of ‘em back to their feet. Halving the Waistlock to stick her head under Bridget’s left arm, Tremblay put her left hand against the back of Stroud’s left thigh and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. The lift meant Bridget’s toes were pointing at the rafters which should’ve meant a Backdrop Suplex, but Penny subverted expectations by sharply dropping to her knees which in turn THUMPED Bridget’s back against the bony joint! Tumbling offa the Righteous perch like a sack of laundry, Stroud offered only fitful moaning when Tremblay shoved her onto her back for the…
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c6TmOnUBTg
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, a show of resilience that seemed to please rather than irritate her opposition. Drawing in a deep breath as she contemplated her next move, Tremblay let it out slow before burying her hands in Stroud’s shoulder-length locks. “How have you enjoyed your trek back up the mountain?” the taller brunette asked in the midst of hauling Bridget to her feet. “Did you stop to savor past triumphs along the way? Or were you too consumed by the memory of the last fall I inflicted upon OOFFH!”
Sweet Disaster punched her in the belly once, twice, three times, then straightened up and hooked an arm around the back of Tremblay’s head, all the better to tug her down into a snappy little European Uppercut! Penny maintained her hair-hold through it all, meaning there wasn’t much in the way of separation so Stroud followed up with a Toe Kick to the navel and breathed a sigh of relief when her hair was her own again. No time to celebrate though, she caught Tremblay by the ears and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors that was shortly thereafter strengthened by a Waistlock.
“Thought about you plenty, honey.” Bridget admitted. “Particularly what I would do to ya when I finally caught up. Here’s a preview.” She bent her knees and hoisted up, flipping the Angriest Acolyte onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOT TODAY!
Penny tumbled over Bridget’s head and rolled down her back, catching a Waistlock in the process. The unexpected Sunset Flip put Bridget flat on the canvas but Merle hadn’t even made it into position when Tremblay pushed her away and scrambled to verticality. Stroud came to a stop on all fours, started to ri-THWHAP! Penny lashed a Leg Kick across the side of her opponent’s left thigh, the blow raising a welt and a cry while setting Bridget down on one knee. Aware of the Soul Survivor lurking directly ahead, Bridget raised a forearm to protect her head against another one of those vile kicks. It would’ve worked perfectly if Tremblay hadn’t shifted to one side and THWHUMPED the next one across her back, almost directly below the shoulder blades. Stroud reared back, one arm flying to the fresh welt and that’s when Penny caromed the Buzzsaw Kick offa the side of her head with a resounding THWHACK! Bridget’s noggin snapped to the side, then tumbled forward with the rest of her following gracelessly after.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgmxBSCwIx8
Equally satisfied by the sight of Bridget’s back and the warm little tingle running up her kickin’ leg, Penny sank to her knees, took hold of Stroud’s left wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaggged her into the center of the ring. Once the placement was correct she used a double handful of trunks and tresses to drag her prey to all fours, or perhaps it was fives, considering the crown of Bridget’s skull rested heavily on the mat. Tremblay took this in without comment, the willowy brunette rising, then backing away until she’d reached the ropes. You’d have thought they were electrified by the way she shot forward, Penny showing Burlingame or Daly-comparable speed as she flew through a gorgeous handspring that culminated with her right knee THWHONKING down on the back of Bridget’s skull!
[b[HANDSPRING KNEE DROP:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSbDZUwv6Qg
Stroud groaned soft and hurt but didn’t roll onto her back, so Penelope shot the Half Nelson to finish the job. A pin would’ve made sense and for a moment it looked like she was going for one, the Angriest Acolyte sidling around to Bridget’s feet and wedging her shoulders into the pits of heathen knees. No Matchbook this however, Tremblay cinched her arms around the shorter wrestler’s thighs and stood up so that only the back of Stroud’s head and shoulders were touching the canvas. In the same instant she stepped over and sat down hard, Penny crouching down deep just above the small of Bridget’s back to wrench her spine with a spiteful Leg-Trap Boston Crab!
LEG TRAP BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozkzYGwWMfI
“Keep your mouth shut!” Tremblay demanded of the official before Merle had taken two steps toward his charges. “I want to hear the little twit scream for a while. Just close my eyes and imagine this is exactly what is sounds like when she loses her grip on the mount--”
“Screw you!” Bridget railed at the limber battler. “You’re not going to beat me this easEEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH! NO! NOOOOO!”
Stroud had to bury both hands in her hair, Sweet Disaster digging deep to spread the pain when Penny began to bounce and wrench on the spine-twisting hold. With Stroud already bent into a near perfect J-shape, the Angriest Acolyte turned to Merle and purred, “You can ask her now. She’s about to hit rock bottom.”
The referee wasn’t nearly as certain as Tremblay, but the other tyro’s slim tush *was* mere inches above her opponent’s writhing shoulders and that couldn’t be comfortable. Dropping to one knee beside Bridget, Merle asked, “How are you doing, Bridget? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” Stroud barked immediately, alas any sign of rebellion immediately ended when Penny sat down full weight on the back of her neck!
“ASK HER AGAIN!” Penny demanded. “I SAID ASK HER!”
“You gotta get out of there, Bridget.” Merle explained. “I can’t just let you sit there and suff--”
“Don’t be a fool, of course you can!” Tremblay interrupted. “All you have to do is back off and wait until she passes out from the paWHOOOAAH!”
Hellacious contortion be damned, Bridget braced both hands against the mat and puuuuuuuuushed up until there was almost four inches between the canvas and her chest. This show of strength forced Penny to rise as well, though it didn’t so much lessen the pain as it did spread it out. Still, with height came mobility and Bridget earned around of impressed applause when she began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes.
Above her, Penelope looked over one shoulder to gauge her prey’s progress. Entirely dissatisfied with the answer, Tremblay let Stroud eat up a few more inches before she stood up straight and stepped offa Bridget’s back which rolled the previously straining brunette onto her back in a single smooth motion. The abrupt relief that rushed through Bridget’s spine was so welcome that Stroud actually forgot that her shoulders were on the mat for a heartbeat or two. Then her eyes went wide and she laced both hands across the back of Penny’s noggin, all the better to keep clear of the--
‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’ from the sold-out crowd at Penny’s show of strength, after all it wasn’t every day that a bendy-back just dead-lifted an opponent from six to midnight within a span of heartbeats. Eyes wide, Bridget leaned forward over the crown of Tremblay’s skull in a desperate attempt to keep the ex-Churchgoer from-- Penny surged forward and dropped to her knees, all the better to THAWHAM Stroud down full speed ahead with a cringe-inducing Powerbomb! Bridget’s hands fell away to land limply somewhere north of her head so Tremblay rose onto tiptoe and leaned forward to fold the smaller wrestler in half with a Matchbook good for the…
DEADLIFT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkotYc4mGxM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget slid off her shoulders to escape the cover with half a second to spare, though she landed facedown with her head practically between Penny’s thighs, hardly a marked improvement. Tremblay illustrated this point quite amply only moments later when she slid forward and planted her own tush on the back of Stroud’s vulnerable mug. Now canvas on mouth wasn’t nearly so snug as glute on mouth so it wasn’t like Bridget was gonna run out of air, yet she still let loose with a distorted wail when Penny swished and swiveled her hips, the supple sadist effectively scraping her rival’s features against the mat without actually using her hands!
“Why all the pathetic keening?” Tremblay giggled after she’d subjected Bridget to several seconds of this aggressive grind. “Surely someone as careworn as yourself has been caught between a rock and a hard place countless times be--”
The Angriest Acolyte was seated far too tight for Bridget to simply slide out from underneath (at least not without sacrificing her nose and lips in the process) but Sweet Disaster wasn’t about to play cushion without a fight so she brought both hands up and sank her nails deep into the ivory planks of her tormentor’s thighs. Penny hissed in pain, though made no move to vacate her perch. Instead she braced her hands against Bridget’s straining back and ordered, “Get your damned hands off me, mountain climber.”
Stroud only kneaded that much harder, the trapped battler gouging and tearing for all she was worth. Her efforts caused Penny to shift ever so slightly which in turn allowed Stroud to turn her face away from the encroaching canvas. “Guuuhhhhh…. guuuuhhhhh…. get your fat ass offa my head and I’ll consider it-HEY! DON’T DO THAOOOOOOOWWWW!”
The Angriest Acolyte hooked two fingers beneath the narrow strap of Bridget’s top and stretched it as high as the material would allow. Several of the more salacious FAWNatics urged her to tear it away entirely but Tremblay had no time for such useless indulgences. Instead she simply pulled her fingers away, leaving the material to ‘crack!’ against Bridget’s exposed skin in the world’s nastiest bra-snap.
“Catty bytch!” Stroud wailed, her grip on Penny’s thighs all but forgotten as she rubbed at the freshly-raised welt. “You’re not going to beat me with this crap!”
“Oh, I know you’re too strong and too stupid to surrender in the face of overwhelming odds.” Tremblay admitted. “That’s why I feel absolutely no qualms about sitting here until the referee has no choice but to call the match.”
“Good luck with that, princess.” Stroud growled. “You’re not strong enough to OH I DON’T F*CKING THINK SOOOOORRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Penny scooted south into a seat atop the smaller brunette’s back, one that allowed her to lean forward and claim Bridget’s ankles one right after the other. Scooping Stroud’s strong legs off the mat, Penelope tucked them under her armpits and clambered to her feet to secure a higher, more traditional Boston Crab. “Don’t bother trying to crawl anywhere.” Tremblay teased as Bridget powered onto her elbows. “You won’t make it.” With that she kicked her legs forward and dropped to a seat to nearly fold Stroud in half with a Backbreaker as quick as it was merciless!
BOSTON CRAB BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=95otpG8B8SM
Stretched out flat after the callous spinal adjustment, Bridget barely mustered a moan when Penny rolled her onto her back and slid into place with a tight Lateral Press. Hooking the far leg for good measure, Tremblay tugged Bridget’s knee to within a few inches of her chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Stroud twitched a shoulder off the mat, thus guaranteeing her at least another three seconds on the mountain.
This hopeless tenacity earned a grimace from Penny, though it transformed into a much happier smile the moment she buried her hands in Bridget’s hair. Careful to haul Sweet Disaster to boot-leather in a way that guaranteed to put the most strain on her prey’s suffering spine, Tremblay dragged Stroud to the middle of the ring, then dipped around behind her and worked her head under the heathen’s left arm. From there she cinched her right arm around Stroud’s midsection, placed her other hand against Bridget’s left thigh and lifted / spun her into the air for--
Bridget pulled her knees up and leaned back as far as she could, which allowed her to tumble off Tremblay’s shoulder and land directly behind! Spine Tremblar avoided at least for now, Stroud cupped Penny’s hip and spun her around in a half circle, all the better to THUMP a vengeful Left Hook into the taller wrestler’s liver! Gaping in surprised agony, Penelope doubled over with both arms strapped to her now roiling midsection. Bridget leaned over the taller brunette’s exposed lower back and for a moment her legs were so shaky the FAWNatics thought she might simply collapse atop her rival. But Stroud was made of strong stuff and the simple act of cinching her arms around Tremblay’s shuddering midsection was enough to steady her footing. Knees already bent, she dipped a little deeper and hoisted / swung the Angriest Acolyte up onto her left shoulder for what might’ve been an awkward Powerbomb or Canadian Backbreaker. In the end it turned out to be neither, as Sweet Disaster abruptly went down on one knee and dropped Penny ribs-first atop the summer-tanned plank of her posted thigh! Tremblay bounced on impact, the retching bendy-back kicking her feet and keening in anguish long after she came to rest on her knees and forehead.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrT0_L-2hLs
Nodding in weary satisfaction as she raked a hand through her hair, Stroud chided, “What’s the matter Penny, butterflies in your stomach? I’m guessing that’s either altitude sickness or plain old terror!”
Tremblay reared back on her haunches, both arms still crossed over her midriff. “Mild cheap-shot related nausea, that’s all.” she assured. “It will pass as soon as you’ve started screaming agOOOFFFFHH!”
Bridget stomped in, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked Penny’s noggin forward while drawing her right leg all the way back. Tremblay saw this and raised her hands to better protect her face, alas this proved only a feint because when the Kneelift came Bridget THWHUMPED it deep into her opponent’s flat stomach! Penny reeled on the spot, the penitent battler twisting from her knees to her tush so she could better curl up around those assaulted abdominals. Breaking the hair-hold when Merle started to count, Bridget looked around the ring, then ran the ropes directly ahead of her gut-shot rival. The patter of approaching boots caused Penny to look up at the last second, thus ensuring a rather blurred view when Stroud hopped up and flew in low, her knees catching Tremblay’s shoulders with enough force to bowl her right over! Landing astride Penny’s chest in an extremely high Schoolgirl Pin, Bridget leaned back to collect her opponent’s legs under each arm, all the better to keep her tightly bundled while Merle and the rest of the FAWNatics counted off…
BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmWb1a7rAqo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay powered free with half a heartbeat to spare, those long legs shooting almost straight into the air to buck Stroud from her perch. Sweet Disaster was back on her feet in a flash, the same could not be said for Penelope who was still struggling to all fours. More than willing to show the other tyro that she could be just as ruthless with vulnerable prey, the former Rock Climber ran the ropes for the second time in less than a minute and came back with a full head of steam. Closing fast from Penny’s left, Bridget hopped up, planted a foot on her foe’s lower back and used her like a springboard to shoot straight into the air. Her own aches and pains be damned, Stroud folded herself into a midair toe touch near the apex, then stretched out full length to THWAP down across Penny’s back with a gorgeous Splash! Penny was crushed flat with Bridget snug on top, the last remaining True Believer groaning in discomfort and disbelief when Stroud shot the Half Nelson to pin her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Penny kicked out again, though it lacked the urgency of her previous effort.
“You’re losing your grip, baby.” Bridget huffed after checking the count with Merle. “I can feel it.” No response to this observation, so Stroud helped herself a stern handful of hair and hauled the taller wrestler to her knees in a series of fits and star-- “AAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH YOU WITCH!” Bridget shot up on tiptoes in near electric anguish because Penny had her claw affixed between opposing thighs once more!
Tremblay offered no objection to this statement, she simply continued to gnash and grind at Bridget’s trunks until she’d risen to her full height.
Nearly paralyzed by the (literally) underhanded grasp, Stroud reached for Penny’s hair but the Angriest Acolyte just squeezed until the shorter brunette was shuffling from one foot to the other. The Claw ended as abruptly as it had begun, Tremblay relinquishing her grip to administer a stinging Bytch Slap to her opponent’s incredulous features. Too off balance to fight back, Bridget could only grimace when Penelope hooked that arm across her chest to cup the nape of her neck. In the same breath she reached around with her free (left) hand and caught hold of the other brunette’s purple waistband. There was no need for Tremblay to lift with a wedgie, she could’ve just as easily palmed the small of Bridget’s back, but that wouldn’t have demonstrated her disdain or mocked Sweet Disaster’s own ‘Rocked Bottoms’ and so she yanked Stroud’s briefs a good six inches higher when she powered her off the mat and dropped to one knee, the vicious bendy-back damned near snapping Bridget in half with the Sideslam Backbreaker!
SIDESLAM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbSXVCKJ99Y
Bridget bounced away from the landing, her shocked spine arched in a taut ‘C’ that didn’t give way until Penelope buried both hands in her hair and tugged her into a Standing Headscissors. “It seems your first fall was far too short to make a lasting impression.” Tremblay admitted as she wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist. “So I take it as a point of personal pride to make sure that this one lingers in your nightmares.”
The last word was just out of her mouth when she muscled Stroud onto her shoulder for a Canadian Backbreaker. This proved nothing more than a halfway point as Tremblay carefully relinquished the Waistlock to grip her prey’s biceps and thus hoist her even higher with a Crucifix. Turning toward a corner on the far side of the ring, Tremblay set off at a loping run that came to a violent stop when she hit the brakes and tossed Bridget at the waiting turn-’OOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
Stroud’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around the other brunette’s head and she twisted backward as hard as she could to sling Tremblay headfirst into the second buckle with a desperation Hurricanrana!
Down on one knee after the awkward collision, Penny grabbed the top rope in both hands and hauled herself to verticality without taking a second to properly clear her head. This proved a questionable decision as Penny was still rather discombobulated when she turned around and walked right into a Toe Kick from Bridget Stroud. Stuffing Penelope’s head between her thighs even before the brunette was fully doubled over, Sweet Disaster caught a Waistlock of her own and flipped Tremblay onto her shoulders. The crowd called for Stroud to drive her opponent into the buckles but the tyro had other ideas. Spinning ‘round in a half circle, she went up on tiptoes and folded the bendy-back in half with a thunderous Powerbomb!
Penny landed high and tight on her shoulders, not that Bridget ever seriously considered a cover. Instead she hauled Tremblay to her feet and hooked her right arm across her chest. A few Kneelifts to the belly put a stop to any potential jailbreaks, not that this kept Stroud from securing a particularly urgent handful of Penny’s waistband. “If you’re going to steal my moves, at least do them right, bytch.” Oh so willing to demonstrate proper technique, Bridget used her hooks to haul Tremblay skyward at near ludicrous speed. Barely registering the roar of the crowd, she only relinquished the wedgie when Tremblay’s body swung under her crooked arm. From there she laid out on her right side to THAWHAM Penny against the thinly-sheathed plywood with an emphatic Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Tremblay jolted on impact, would’ve turned to one side if Stroud hadn’t caught her at shoulder and hip and tugged her back to start. “Stay there, cutie.” Sweet Disaster snapped. “I’ll be right back!”
Trusting that Tremblay was indeed too sore to do anything other than comply, Bridget stood up and hurried over to the nearest corner, whereupon reaching she stepped out onto the apron and climbed all the way to the top rope. Perched carefully in the high rent district, Stroud took a couple of deep breaths as she nodded to no one in particular. “You got this girl. You got this. You got--” Bridget sprang out into the aether, the tyro swooping through the gorgeous sort of inside out front flip that was the hallmark of a Shooting Star Press. And her landing was just as solid as the takeoff, Bridget THWUMPING down with every bit of her weight atop Penny’s hitching tummy!
SHOOTING STROUD PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXSjabF3jHU
Tremblay sat up with a nearly electric jolt, the Angriest Acolyte clutching her midsection and hissing like a tea kettle that’d learned to scream. Those assembled for Slaybor Day urged Bridget to go for a cover, so they were rather surprised when the brunette filled her hands with Penelope’s hair and hauled the both of ‘em to verticality. “What’s wrong Penny, having trouble breathing?” Bridget jostled the taller wrestler’s head from side to side as she asked the question. “Sounds like you could be suffering from altitude sickness. Maybe you should head back to the bottom for a HUURRRGGGGHK!”
Penny’s hands shot out and wrapped around Bridget’s throat to counter the blatant hair-pull with an equally blatant stranglehold. “You’re the only thing nauseating me, bytch. And that stops just as soon as I NNNN-NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget spiked her foe’s trim tummy with a quick Toe Kick, then stepped in and piled on a forget me not Kneelift just because she damned well could. Drawing in a rasping breath as Tremblay’s claws fell away from her windpipe, Stroud used the hair-hold to reel Penny down and into a Standing Headscissors. Trading hair for Waistlock a heartbeat before the ref could give her any real shyt, Bridget bent deep, then let out an effortful grunt when she flipped Penelope onto her right shoulder.
Breathless though she was, Tremblay still kicked her legs like a madwoman but those frantic struggles couldn’t stop Stroud from collecting her biceps to hoist her into splay-armed Crucifix. This new arrangement got Penny fighting all the harder, her consternation only increasing once Stroud strapped her right arm across the other brunette’s chest. “PUT ME DOWN, BYTCH!” Tremblay threatened. “I MEAN WHOOAAAEEEEERRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!” Bridget swung her burden over and down, collecting Penny’s noggin in a Front Facelock mid-descent so she could drop to her tush for a ring-shivering Cliffhanger!
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
Tremblay bounced unpleasantly but didn’t roll over, so Stroud shot the Half Nelson and did a little enthusiastic shoveling. Rather than go for a Crossbody or a Back Press, Sweet Disaster collected her foe’s ankles and folded them up over her head in a snug Matchbook before threading her right leg over those upturned stems for a little extra leverage. With Penny’s ankles secured in a death-grip, Stroud nodded along while Merle and the crowd tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bridget shot both fists into the air, then flattened them into paddles and spanked out a jaunty little bongo riff on Tremblay’s vulnerable glutes amidst the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“Enjoy the view from base camp, baby.” Stroud taunted in the moment before she got up and shoved Penny to one side. She might’ve planted a boot on the bendy-back’s ribs if Merle hadn’t come over and raised her hand for the throng. Distracted from vengeance by their energized clamor, Bridget stomped over to the corner, mounted the second rope and thanked them with a brawny double bicep flex. The increasing clamor suggested a tour of the four corners was necessary, thus prompting Stroud to set off on a genuine victory lap. She’d barely hopped down from the third post when Tremblay tackled her from behind, spilling both wrestlers to the canvas in an awkward sprawl!
“YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ANYTHING?” Penny barked as she wrenched Bridget’s head back with a savage handful of hair. “YOU’VE WON NOTHING! YOU’VE PROVED NOTHING!”
“CHEAP SKANK!” Stroud clamped down on Tremblay’s wrist and squeezed like she meant to snap the other brunette’s hand clean off. “RUN YOUR MOUTH ALL YOU WANT, THEY KNOW I KICKED YOUR ASSSSAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH F*CK YOU!”
Penny ‘smecked’ an underhanded grip between Bridget’s thighs and clamped down, an old school FAWN Crotch Claw that had Stroud tensed from head to toe. “What do these idiots know, rock climber?” Tremblay snarled. “Or the nattering Announcer and his idiot bell? The fact is you were once again made to OOOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Bridget jammed her thumbs into the underside of Penny’s wrist and squeezed until the brunette’s whole arm thrummed like a live wire. Twisting around the instant Tremblay released her grip, Stroud took the taller battler down with a miniature tackle and fought fire with fire by affixing a claw of her own to the center of Penelope’s trunks!
“How do you like it, huh?” Bridget crooked her fingers and squeezed all the harder. “How do you like it, PennERRRRHHH!”
The Soul Survivor didn’t like it very much at all, as evidenced by the vicious way she raked her nails across the other brunette’s eyes. Bridget tumbled away pawing at her face, but scrambled to her feet almost at once. She would’ve gone for Tremblay then and there if Merle hadn’t interposed himself between the enraged brunettes.
“Get outta here, Penny.” he said quietly. “Don’t make me call for back-up.”
Penelope ignored him in favor of Sweet Disaster. “Don’t delude yourself, Stroud. We are far from finished.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Tremblay. But if you go after my trunks one more time you’re gonna end up in the infirmary.”
Tremblay answered with a cold, hungry smile. “Stand tall now, bytch. You’ll be broken on the rocks soon enough.” ‘Bad’ Penny blew her rival a departing kiss, swiveled around on one foot and made her way through the ropes to quickly vanish up the aisle.
“That’s the last time, Penny.” Bridget promised. “Next time we go you’re not walking down the mountain. They’re gonna airlift your ass right the hell out.”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The arena lights blinked over to a vibrant purple and a dozen spotlights played over every inch of the arena while the speakers launched into Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ Above the entryway the ‘tron flicked through a montage of selections from her growing highlight reel interspersed with footage of her scaling a handful of sheer rock cliffs. The random sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned FAWN breakout skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made in her first several months in Orlando.
Apparently quite recovered from the stinging loss she‘d suffered at Summer Swelter, Stroud flashed the sold-out crowd a beaming grin before she spun around on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For her first Slaybor Day weekend she sported purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a silvery white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a good five seconds, Stroud just hanging around with hands on her hips until she dropped to the canvas with a crisp little ‘thump’.
Alone in the ring save for the long-suffering legend known as Merle, Bridget offered him her pads and boots for a quick inspection then headed to the opposite corner to await the arrival of the woman who’d added the first blemish to an otherwise pristine FAWN record.
Stroud’s anthem faded into the background din, allowing the Announcer to proceed. “And introducing her opponent,” he paused for a moment as if expecting an interruption that never came. “Hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and a the Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY 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 bendy-backed Acolyte rising up on a mechanical lift hidden by the gloom so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking the stage alone for the first time since her debut on the big stage, Miranda Wainright’s Last Believer stretched her arms wide and tilted her head back, Penny listening to some guidance meant only for her ears. Properly imbued with the wisdom of Midnights past, Tremblay headed for squared circle and the sacrificial lamb so foolish it wanted to die twice. For tonight’s bloodletting 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 the hard camera 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 after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay got to her feet and strolled to the opposite corner without so much as a glance spared for her seething opposition.
Of all the indignities Tremblay had inflicted upon her during their previous encounter, the first loss of Bridget’s FAWN tenure was arguably the least. It stung, no doubt about it, but it was nothing a winning weekend on the next house show tour hadn’t cured. It wasn’t even getting poster-ized by the former Churchgoer’s victory pose, though she had awoke more than a few times during the next week with the phantom weight of Tremblay’s boot on her chest, an admission that would leave her lips through nothing shy of torture. No, what angered Stroud the most, what embarrassed her the most, was the casual, easy confidence with which Penelope worked her trunks post-bell, the utter assurance that told her she could apply that humiliating hold whenever she damned well pleased. That, friends and neighbors, was why Bridget Stroud came off the buckles like impending doom when the opening bell CLANGED.
Penelope closed ground with equal celerity, the willowy brunette seemingly unfazed by the disbanding of her mentor’s congregation at the end of July. Indeed she seemed just as eager to get her hands on Stroud, thus explaining the obvious aggression with which the pair of ingénues threw themselves into the first Collar & Elbow of the contest.
Although sorely tempted to bury a hand in Penny’s long hair, Bridget kept things clean-ish, which meant she pressed the heel of her left hand against Tremblay’s mouth and worked it back and forth like she was trying to wipe away a particularly stubborn stain! The Angriest Acolyte hissed at the intrusion but immediately answered with one of her own, Penny crooking one hand into a spade that raked down Stroud’s face from temple to chin.
“Enough of that.” Merle said of those mean-spirited lapses in etiquette. “I want a clean match from the both of--”
Tremblay’s clawin’ hand spidered its way south down the slope of Bridget’s tummy toward the juncture of her thighs, a worrisome encroachment that earned an immediate dissolution of the Collar & Elbow and a rough, angry shove from Sweet Disaster.
“ONE warning, Tremblay.” Stroud growled, her dark eyes flashing. “Keep your disgusting little mitt away from my trunks or I’ll--”
The threat remained a mystery because Penelope lashed out with a snappy right cross that swiveled Bridget’s head to the side. “You’ll WHAT?” Penny barked over the sound of the crowd’s ‘Ooooohhhhhhh!’ “Curl into a little ball and cry? Tell me brat, how did it feel to look up and realize I stood so far above you on your precious mountain? Did it feel like desperation? Or reliOOFFFHHHNNNGGHH!”
Stroud went low, burying a shoulder in the other brunette’s belly even as she curled her arms around Penny’s lower legs. In the same instant she went up on her toes and dropped to her knees to THWHUMP Tremblay against the deck with a Double Leg Takedown that was almost a Spinebuster! Penny’s legs popped high enough for Stroud to fold her into a Matchbook if she’d wanted, but the thought never crossed her mind. Instead she swatted ‘em aside, mounted her foe’s waist and treated herself to the handful of hair she’d denied earlier. Keeping an ear out for Merle’s count even in the depths of her anger, Bridget raised a fist to level with her left ear, then brought it spiking down onto Penny’s forehead just below the hairline.
Four more shots landed before the official started to count but rather than push her luck the incensed newcomer splayed that hand wide and ‘smecked’ it over the taller wrestler’s startled face! Stroud dug in at both temples and three different spots along Tremblay’s hairline, Sweet Disaster gripping her own wrist for extra leverage while she bore down on Penny’s vulnerable dome!
“This is what I’ll do, honey.” Bridget hissed through clenched teeth. “Squeeze your evil little head until it collapses like an apAAARRRRRHHHH BYTCH!” Of no mind to endure her rival’s grip any longer than absolutely necessary, Penny did a little squeezing of her own, namely a rude two-handed grip on Bridget’s chest! “Nasty witch.” Stroud growled as she hunched forward over the Iron Claw to make it all the more uncomfortable. “Is there any shortcut you won’t OH GODDAMMIT OOOWWW F*CK YOU!” Tremblay hooked her fingers under the right cup of Bridget’s top and pulled it aside, briefly baring the rookie’s breast before she caught the exposed nipple between thumb and forefinger for a savage twist!
Bridget abandoned her claw to escape Tremblay’s pincer, the sudden act of standing more than enough to break the former Churchgoer’s grip. Answering Penelope’s cattiness with three pistoning stomps to the belly, Stroud corrected the wardrobe malfunction without comment, then plunged both hands into Tremblay’s hair and peeled her off the mat.
“Someone needs to teach you a lesson in manners, girl.” Bridget muttered as she threaded her left arm over the taller wrestler’s shoulder. “Some might call that hard work. Me? I call it a privilege.”
Sweet Disaster scooped Penny up over her right shoulder, pivoted her hips slightly and THWHUMPED that brunette burden to the mat with a textbook Scoop Slam. Tremblay landed flat and didn’t immediately sit up, so Stroud got to her feet and positioned herself slightly to her foe’s left. Without so much as a word she raised her left knee to waist-level, held it there for a moment while she measured, then she dropped down and THUNKED the bony joint into Penny’s forehead! Tremblay grunted, rolled to one side, then cursed aloud when Stroud gripped a shoulder to roll her right back to start. “Shut it.” Stroud ordered as she regained her feet. “You’ve earned every bit of this.” Bridget’s knee came up, then down a second time, the Minnesota native making sure to pit every bit of her hundred and thirty-three pounds into the bludgeoning descent.
MEASURED KNEE DROPS @ 1:04
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wap1A6KV5kE
The second impact got Penny onto her stomach, the struggling bendy-back clambering to her knees before Stroud could put a stop to it. Bridget didn’t seem bothered by this tenacious penance, indeed she showed a satisfied smile as she rose to her full height. Turning away from her prey, Stroud exploded into a sprint, bounced off the strands and came back twice as fast just to THWONK her right knee between Tremblay’s eyes! Penny went down in a woozy sprawl and now Bridget did go for a cover, the newcomer throwing herself across opposing chest in a Lateral Press before hooking the far leg for…
BASEMENT RUNNING KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q
ONE…
TWO…
The Angriest Acolyte kicked out almost simultaneous with ‘TWO!’, Penny clearly still in the fight despite her current disadvantageous position. Stroud didn’t question the count, she merely got up and hauled Tremblay to a slumped seat. Situated directly behind the other wrester, Bridget cupped her right hand over Penelope’s chin, then grabbed that wrist with her left hand while taking great care to keep her left forearm pressed snug against the side of Tremblay’s face. Clamping down on both grips, Stroud sloooooooooowly wrenched her opponent’s head to one side, Penny’s chin going from six to nine in a few painful seconds.
NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtFIzTbicYg
“Give up.” Bridget demanded after several painful seconds. “Unless you want me to do some real damage.”
Tremblay giggled despite the unpleasant angle of her neck and the fact that she was currently waggling one finger ‘no, no, no’. “Real damage? Surely you jest, little girl. To inflict real punishment would require dedication and we both know you’re a preening little dilettante that crumbles the moment NNNGGHH!”
Bridget moved her left hand to the top of Penny’s head, took a giant step back, then stepped in and THWHAPPED a merciless Soccer Kick between Tremblay’s shoulders! Miranda’s Last Believer groaned without making any effort to get off her butt, so Stroud backed off again only to rush forward, somersault over and catch a double handful of hair, all the better to drive Penelope’s forehead into the canvas!
Hands to her face before even before she bounced over onto her back, Tremblay didn’t register her opponent’s latest encroachment until Stroud jogged over and delivered every bit of her weight unto the Angriest Acolyte’s tummy with an Elbow Drop! Penny ‘ooooooffffh’ed’ and flopped to her stomach, an understandable, instinctual reaction she might’ve reconsidered if she’d known Sweet Disaster would immediately take hold of her ankles, one in each hand. Allowing herself a small smile now that she had the other brunette facedown on the canvas, Bridget folded Penny’s left shin across the pit of her right knee, then grabbed the right ankle and folded it up over the exposed joint. The knotting of her legs got Tremblay squirming and reaching, but Stroud remained maddeningly out of reach as she twisted around and braced Penny’s right ankle against the back of her right calf. Treating the FAWNatics to a double bicep flex because she damned well could, the former Rock Climbing standout dropped backward into a flawless bridge that left her balanced on tiptoe and the crown of her head. Far more important, at least as it concerned Penelope, Stroud laced her hands across the taller woman’s chin and craaaaaaaaaaaaaanked up to secure a painful Muta Lock.
MUTA LOCK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXrMM7GH2kY
“Ask her!” Bridget called to Merle once Tremblay voiced her first groan.
“What do you say, Penny?” Merle queried. “Need to call it a night?”
“There’s only one quitter in this ring, asshole.” Penny hissed. “And it’s not meRRGGHH!”
Stroud pulled that much harder, her arms shredding into shadowy relief as she made Tremblay gaze into the overhead lights. Pleased with the strain in her opponent’s neck and upper back, Bridget bobbled Penny’s head a few times to make sure the bendy-back knew she was in complete control. “Just who are you trying to convince, bad girl? Because it sounds to me like you’re on the verge of teNGH!”
Penny drove her right elbow into the side of Stroud’s head. It wasn’t enough to break the stretch, but the grip on her chin loosened enough to encourage Tremblay to crook that arm around Bridget’s neck. A big ‘ol handful of hair drew a curse from Stroud and a warning from the official, yet neither of these proved dissuasion enough to keep Penny from thun-thun-thun-THUNKING the back of her rival’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
Grip collapsing in the wake of the heavy pounding, Stroud rolled away and clambered to one knee while Penny rolled to the ropes and used them to haul herself to verticality. Bridget rose immediately thereafter and went straight for Tremblay, the purple-clad battler whipping around on her back foot to put even more oomph behind the Rolling Elbow pointed at THWHACK! Penelope came off the ropes with a straight High Kick, the sole of her boot just clapping off the side of Stroud’s unsuspecting face! Listing about in a half circle a she tried keep her balance, Bridget voiced an ‘eep’ of surprise when Tremblay snuggled in behind and wrapped both arms around her waist. Feet set, knees bent, Penny popped her hips to take Sweet Disaster up, over and DOWN onto the back of her head courtesy a German Suplex.
The bridge that followed was high and tight but Miranda’s last believer didn’t try for a cover. Rather she somersaulted over Stroud and in doing so brought the both of ‘em back to their feet. Halving the Waistlock to stick her head under Bridget’s left arm, Tremblay put her left hand against the back of Stroud’s left thigh and muscled her up onto the point of her right shoulder. The lift meant Bridget’s toes were pointing at the rafters which should’ve meant a Backdrop Suplex, but Penny subverted expectations by sharply dropping to her knees which in turn THUMPED Bridget’s back against the bony joint! Tumbling offa the Righteous perch like a sack of laundry, Stroud offered only fitful moaning when Tremblay shoved her onto her back for the…
BACKDROP BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c6TmOnUBTg
ONE…
TWO…
Bridget kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, a show of resilience that seemed to please rather than irritate her opposition. Drawing in a deep breath as she contemplated her next move, Tremblay let it out slow before burying her hands in Stroud’s shoulder-length locks. “How have you enjoyed your trek back up the mountain?” the taller brunette asked in the midst of hauling Bridget to her feet. “Did you stop to savor past triumphs along the way? Or were you too consumed by the memory of the last fall I inflicted upon OOFFH!”
Sweet Disaster punched her in the belly once, twice, three times, then straightened up and hooked an arm around the back of Tremblay’s head, all the better to tug her down into a snappy little European Uppercut! Penny maintained her hair-hold through it all, meaning there wasn’t much in the way of separation so Stroud followed up with a Toe Kick to the navel and breathed a sigh of relief when her hair was her own again. No time to celebrate though, she caught Tremblay by the ears and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors that was shortly thereafter strengthened by a Waistlock.
“Thought about you plenty, honey.” Bridget admitted. “Particularly what I would do to ya when I finally caught up. Here’s a preview.” She bent her knees and hoisted up, flipping the Angriest Acolyte onto her shoulders for a PowerboNOT TODAY!
Penny tumbled over Bridget’s head and rolled down her back, catching a Waistlock in the process. The unexpected Sunset Flip put Bridget flat on the canvas but Merle hadn’t even made it into position when Tremblay pushed her away and scrambled to verticality. Stroud came to a stop on all fours, started to ri-THWHAP! Penny lashed a Leg Kick across the side of her opponent’s left thigh, the blow raising a welt and a cry while setting Bridget down on one knee. Aware of the Soul Survivor lurking directly ahead, Bridget raised a forearm to protect her head against another one of those vile kicks. It would’ve worked perfectly if Tremblay hadn’t shifted to one side and THWHUMPED the next one across her back, almost directly below the shoulder blades. Stroud reared back, one arm flying to the fresh welt and that’s when Penny caromed the Buzzsaw Kick offa the side of her head with a resounding THWHACK! Bridget’s noggin snapped to the side, then tumbled forward with the rest of her following gracelessly after.
BUZZSAW KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgmxBSCwIx8
Equally satisfied by the sight of Bridget’s back and the warm little tingle running up her kickin’ leg, Penny sank to her knees, took hold of Stroud’s left wrist and ankle and draaaaaaaggged her into the center of the ring. Once the placement was correct she used a double handful of trunks and tresses to drag her prey to all fours, or perhaps it was fives, considering the crown of Bridget’s skull rested heavily on the mat. Tremblay took this in without comment, the willowy brunette rising, then backing away until she’d reached the ropes. You’d have thought they were electrified by the way she shot forward, Penny showing Burlingame or Daly-comparable speed as she flew through a gorgeous handspring that culminated with her right knee THWHONKING down on the back of Bridget’s skull!
[b[HANDSPRING KNEE DROP:[/b]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSbDZUwv6Qg
Stroud groaned soft and hurt but didn’t roll onto her back, so Penelope shot the Half Nelson to finish the job. A pin would’ve made sense and for a moment it looked like she was going for one, the Angriest Acolyte sidling around to Bridget’s feet and wedging her shoulders into the pits of heathen knees. No Matchbook this however, Tremblay cinched her arms around the shorter wrestler’s thighs and stood up so that only the back of Stroud’s head and shoulders were touching the canvas. In the same instant she stepped over and sat down hard, Penny crouching down deep just above the small of Bridget’s back to wrench her spine with a spiteful Leg-Trap Boston Crab!
LEG TRAP BOSTON CRAB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozkzYGwWMfI
“Keep your mouth shut!” Tremblay demanded of the official before Merle had taken two steps toward his charges. “I want to hear the little twit scream for a while. Just close my eyes and imagine this is exactly what is sounds like when she loses her grip on the mount--”
“Screw you!” Bridget railed at the limber battler. “You’re not going to beat me this easEEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH! NO! NOOOOO!”
Stroud had to bury both hands in her hair, Sweet Disaster digging deep to spread the pain when Penny began to bounce and wrench on the spine-twisting hold. With Stroud already bent into a near perfect J-shape, the Angriest Acolyte turned to Merle and purred, “You can ask her now. She’s about to hit rock bottom.”
The referee wasn’t nearly as certain as Tremblay, but the other tyro’s slim tush *was* mere inches above her opponent’s writhing shoulders and that couldn’t be comfortable. Dropping to one knee beside Bridget, Merle asked, “How are you doing, Bridget? Need me to call for the bell?”
“No!” Stroud barked immediately, alas any sign of rebellion immediately ended when Penny sat down full weight on the back of her neck!
“ASK HER AGAIN!” Penny demanded. “I SAID ASK HER!”
“You gotta get out of there, Bridget.” Merle explained. “I can’t just let you sit there and suff--”
“Don’t be a fool, of course you can!” Tremblay interrupted. “All you have to do is back off and wait until she passes out from the paWHOOOAAH!”
Hellacious contortion be damned, Bridget braced both hands against the mat and puuuuuuuuushed up until there was almost four inches between the canvas and her chest. This show of strength forced Penny to rise as well, though it didn’t so much lessen the pain as it did spread it out. Still, with height came mobility and Bridget earned around of impressed applause when she began dragging their combined weight toward the ropes.
Above her, Penelope looked over one shoulder to gauge her prey’s progress. Entirely dissatisfied with the answer, Tremblay let Stroud eat up a few more inches before she stood up straight and stepped offa Bridget’s back which rolled the previously straining brunette onto her back in a single smooth motion. The abrupt relief that rushed through Bridget’s spine was so welcome that Stroud actually forgot that her shoulders were on the mat for a heartbeat or two. Then her eyes went wide and she laced both hands across the back of Penny’s noggin, all the better to keep clear of the--
‘OOOOOOHHHHHH!’ from the sold-out crowd at Penny’s show of strength, after all it wasn’t every day that a bendy-back just dead-lifted an opponent from six to midnight within a span of heartbeats. Eyes wide, Bridget leaned forward over the crown of Tremblay’s skull in a desperate attempt to keep the ex-Churchgoer from-- Penny surged forward and dropped to her knees, all the better to THAWHAM Stroud down full speed ahead with a cringe-inducing Powerbomb! Bridget’s hands fell away to land limply somewhere north of her head so Tremblay rose onto tiptoe and leaned forward to fold the smaller wrestler in half with a Matchbook good for the…
DEADLIFT POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkotYc4mGxM
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Bridget slid off her shoulders to escape the cover with half a second to spare, though she landed facedown with her head practically between Penny’s thighs, hardly a marked improvement. Tremblay illustrated this point quite amply only moments later when she slid forward and planted her own tush on the back of Stroud’s vulnerable mug. Now canvas on mouth wasn’t nearly so snug as glute on mouth so it wasn’t like Bridget was gonna run out of air, yet she still let loose with a distorted wail when Penny swished and swiveled her hips, the supple sadist effectively scraping her rival’s features against the mat without actually using her hands!
“Why all the pathetic keening?” Tremblay giggled after she’d subjected Bridget to several seconds of this aggressive grind. “Surely someone as careworn as yourself has been caught between a rock and a hard place countless times be--”
The Angriest Acolyte was seated far too tight for Bridget to simply slide out from underneath (at least not without sacrificing her nose and lips in the process) but Sweet Disaster wasn’t about to play cushion without a fight so she brought both hands up and sank her nails deep into the ivory planks of her tormentor’s thighs. Penny hissed in pain, though made no move to vacate her perch. Instead she braced her hands against Bridget’s straining back and ordered, “Get your damned hands off me, mountain climber.”
Stroud only kneaded that much harder, the trapped battler gouging and tearing for all she was worth. Her efforts caused Penny to shift ever so slightly which in turn allowed Stroud to turn her face away from the encroaching canvas. “Guuuhhhhh…. guuuuhhhhh…. get your fat ass offa my head and I’ll consider it-HEY! DON’T DO THAOOOOOOOWWWW!”
The Angriest Acolyte hooked two fingers beneath the narrow strap of Bridget’s top and stretched it as high as the material would allow. Several of the more salacious FAWNatics urged her to tear it away entirely but Tremblay had no time for such useless indulgences. Instead she simply pulled her fingers away, leaving the material to ‘crack!’ against Bridget’s exposed skin in the world’s nastiest bra-snap.
“Catty bytch!” Stroud wailed, her grip on Penny’s thighs all but forgotten as she rubbed at the freshly-raised welt. “You’re not going to beat me with this crap!”
“Oh, I know you’re too strong and too stupid to surrender in the face of overwhelming odds.” Tremblay admitted. “That’s why I feel absolutely no qualms about sitting here until the referee has no choice but to call the match.”
“Good luck with that, princess.” Stroud growled. “You’re not strong enough to OH I DON’T F*CKING THINK SOOOOORRRGGGGGGHHHH!”
Penny scooted south into a seat atop the smaller brunette’s back, one that allowed her to lean forward and claim Bridget’s ankles one right after the other. Scooping Stroud’s strong legs off the mat, Penelope tucked them under her armpits and clambered to her feet to secure a higher, more traditional Boston Crab. “Don’t bother trying to crawl anywhere.” Tremblay teased as Bridget powered onto her elbows. “You won’t make it.” With that she kicked her legs forward and dropped to a seat to nearly fold Stroud in half with a Backbreaker as quick as it was merciless!
BOSTON CRAB BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=95otpG8B8SM
Stretched out flat after the callous spinal adjustment, Bridget barely mustered a moan when Penny rolled her onto her back and slid into place with a tight Lateral Press. Hooking the far leg for good measure, Tremblay tugged Bridget’s knee to within a few inches of her chin while the ref counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOO!
Stroud twitched a shoulder off the mat, thus guaranteeing her at least another three seconds on the mountain.
This hopeless tenacity earned a grimace from Penny, though it transformed into a much happier smile the moment she buried her hands in Bridget’s hair. Careful to haul Sweet Disaster to boot-leather in a way that guaranteed to put the most strain on her prey’s suffering spine, Tremblay dragged Stroud to the middle of the ring, then dipped around behind her and worked her head under the heathen’s left arm. From there she cinched her right arm around Stroud’s midsection, placed her other hand against Bridget’s left thigh and lifted / spun her into the air for--
Bridget pulled her knees up and leaned back as far as she could, which allowed her to tumble off Tremblay’s shoulder and land directly behind! Spine Tremblar avoided at least for now, Stroud cupped Penny’s hip and spun her around in a half circle, all the better to THUMP a vengeful Left Hook into the taller wrestler’s liver! Gaping in surprised agony, Penelope doubled over with both arms strapped to her now roiling midsection. Bridget leaned over the taller brunette’s exposed lower back and for a moment her legs were so shaky the FAWNatics thought she might simply collapse atop her rival. But Stroud was made of strong stuff and the simple act of cinching her arms around Tremblay’s shuddering midsection was enough to steady her footing. Knees already bent, she dipped a little deeper and hoisted / swung the Angriest Acolyte up onto her left shoulder for what might’ve been an awkward Powerbomb or Canadian Backbreaker. In the end it turned out to be neither, as Sweet Disaster abruptly went down on one knee and dropped Penny ribs-first atop the summer-tanned plank of her posted thigh! Tremblay bounced on impact, the retching bendy-back kicking her feet and keening in anguish long after she came to rest on her knees and forehead.
GUTWRENCH GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrT0_L-2hLs
Nodding in weary satisfaction as she raked a hand through her hair, Stroud chided, “What’s the matter Penny, butterflies in your stomach? I’m guessing that’s either altitude sickness or plain old terror!”
Tremblay reared back on her haunches, both arms still crossed over her midriff. “Mild cheap-shot related nausea, that’s all.” she assured. “It will pass as soon as you’ve started screaming agOOOFFFFHH!”
Bridget stomped in, grabbed a double handful of hair and yanked Penny’s noggin forward while drawing her right leg all the way back. Tremblay saw this and raised her hands to better protect her face, alas this proved only a feint because when the Kneelift came Bridget THWHUMPED it deep into her opponent’s flat stomach! Penny reeled on the spot, the penitent battler twisting from her knees to her tush so she could better curl up around those assaulted abdominals. Breaking the hair-hold when Merle started to count, Bridget looked around the ring, then ran the ropes directly ahead of her gut-shot rival. The patter of approaching boots caused Penny to look up at the last second, thus ensuring a rather blurred view when Stroud hopped up and flew in low, her knees catching Tremblay’s shoulders with enough force to bowl her right over! Landing astride Penny’s chest in an extremely high Schoolgirl Pin, Bridget leaned back to collect her opponent’s legs under each arm, all the better to keep her tightly bundled while Merle and the rest of the FAWNatics counted off…
BASEMENT METEORA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmWb1a7rAqo
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay powered free with half a heartbeat to spare, those long legs shooting almost straight into the air to buck Stroud from her perch. Sweet Disaster was back on her feet in a flash, the same could not be said for Penelope who was still struggling to all fours. More than willing to show the other tyro that she could be just as ruthless with vulnerable prey, the former Rock Climber ran the ropes for the second time in less than a minute and came back with a full head of steam. Closing fast from Penny’s left, Bridget hopped up, planted a foot on her foe’s lower back and used her like a springboard to shoot straight into the air. Her own aches and pains be damned, Stroud folded herself into a midair toe touch near the apex, then stretched out full length to THWAP down across Penny’s back with a gorgeous Splash! Penny was crushed flat with Bridget snug on top, the last remaining True Believer groaning in discomfort and disbelief when Stroud shot the Half Nelson to pin her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Penny kicked out again, though it lacked the urgency of her previous effort.
“You’re losing your grip, baby.” Bridget huffed after checking the count with Merle. “I can feel it.” No response to this observation, so Stroud helped herself a stern handful of hair and hauled the taller wrestler to her knees in a series of fits and star-- “AAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH YOU WITCH!” Bridget shot up on tiptoes in near electric anguish because Penny had her claw affixed between opposing thighs once more!
Tremblay offered no objection to this statement, she simply continued to gnash and grind at Bridget’s trunks until she’d risen to her full height.
Nearly paralyzed by the (literally) underhanded grasp, Stroud reached for Penny’s hair but the Angriest Acolyte just squeezed until the shorter brunette was shuffling from one foot to the other. The Claw ended as abruptly as it had begun, Tremblay relinquishing her grip to administer a stinging Bytch Slap to her opponent’s incredulous features. Too off balance to fight back, Bridget could only grimace when Penelope hooked that arm across her chest to cup the nape of her neck. In the same breath she reached around with her free (left) hand and caught hold of the other brunette’s purple waistband. There was no need for Tremblay to lift with a wedgie, she could’ve just as easily palmed the small of Bridget’s back, but that wouldn’t have demonstrated her disdain or mocked Sweet Disaster’s own ‘Rocked Bottoms’ and so she yanked Stroud’s briefs a good six inches higher when she powered her off the mat and dropped to one knee, the vicious bendy-back damned near snapping Bridget in half with the Sideslam Backbreaker!
SIDESLAM BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbSXVCKJ99Y
Bridget bounced away from the landing, her shocked spine arched in a taut ‘C’ that didn’t give way until Penelope buried both hands in her hair and tugged her into a Standing Headscissors. “It seems your first fall was far too short to make a lasting impression.” Tremblay admitted as she wrapped her arms around Bridget’s waist. “So I take it as a point of personal pride to make sure that this one lingers in your nightmares.”
The last word was just out of her mouth when she muscled Stroud onto her shoulder for a Canadian Backbreaker. This proved nothing more than a halfway point as Tremblay carefully relinquished the Waistlock to grip her prey’s biceps and thus hoist her even higher with a Crucifix. Turning toward a corner on the far side of the ring, Tremblay set off at a loping run that came to a violent stop when she hit the brakes and tossed Bridget at the waiting turn-’OOOOOHHHHHHHH!’
Stroud’s legs ‘smecked’ shut around the other brunette’s head and she twisted backward as hard as she could to sling Tremblay headfirst into the second buckle with a desperation Hurricanrana!
Down on one knee after the awkward collision, Penny grabbed the top rope in both hands and hauled herself to verticality without taking a second to properly clear her head. This proved a questionable decision as Penny was still rather discombobulated when she turned around and walked right into a Toe Kick from Bridget Stroud. Stuffing Penelope’s head between her thighs even before the brunette was fully doubled over, Sweet Disaster caught a Waistlock of her own and flipped Tremblay onto her shoulders. The crowd called for Stroud to drive her opponent into the buckles but the tyro had other ideas. Spinning ‘round in a half circle, she went up on tiptoes and folded the bendy-back in half with a thunderous Powerbomb!
Penny landed high and tight on her shoulders, not that Bridget ever seriously considered a cover. Instead she hauled Tremblay to her feet and hooked her right arm across her chest. A few Kneelifts to the belly put a stop to any potential jailbreaks, not that this kept Stroud from securing a particularly urgent handful of Penny’s waistband. “If you’re going to steal my moves, at least do them right, bytch.” Oh so willing to demonstrate proper technique, Bridget used her hooks to haul Tremblay skyward at near ludicrous speed. Barely registering the roar of the crowd, she only relinquished the wedgie when Tremblay’s body swung under her crooked arm. From there she laid out on her right side to THAWHAM Penny against the thinly-sheathed plywood with an emphatic Rocked Bottoms!
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
Tremblay jolted on impact, would’ve turned to one side if Stroud hadn’t caught her at shoulder and hip and tugged her back to start. “Stay there, cutie.” Sweet Disaster snapped. “I’ll be right back!”
Trusting that Tremblay was indeed too sore to do anything other than comply, Bridget stood up and hurried over to the nearest corner, whereupon reaching she stepped out onto the apron and climbed all the way to the top rope. Perched carefully in the high rent district, Stroud took a couple of deep breaths as she nodded to no one in particular. “You got this girl. You got this. You got--” Bridget sprang out into the aether, the tyro swooping through the gorgeous sort of inside out front flip that was the hallmark of a Shooting Star Press. And her landing was just as solid as the takeoff, Bridget THWUMPING down with every bit of her weight atop Penny’s hitching tummy!
SHOOTING STROUD PRESS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXSjabF3jHU
Tremblay sat up with a nearly electric jolt, the Angriest Acolyte clutching her midsection and hissing like a tea kettle that’d learned to scream. Those assembled for Slaybor Day urged Bridget to go for a cover, so they were rather surprised when the brunette filled her hands with Penelope’s hair and hauled the both of ‘em to verticality. “What’s wrong Penny, having trouble breathing?” Bridget jostled the taller wrestler’s head from side to side as she asked the question. “Sounds like you could be suffering from altitude sickness. Maybe you should head back to the bottom for a HUURRRGGGGHK!”
Penny’s hands shot out and wrapped around Bridget’s throat to counter the blatant hair-pull with an equally blatant stranglehold. “You’re the only thing nauseating me, bytch. And that stops just as soon as I NNNN-NNNNGGGGGHHH!”
Bridget spiked her foe’s trim tummy with a quick Toe Kick, then stepped in and piled on a forget me not Kneelift just because she damned well could. Drawing in a rasping breath as Tremblay’s claws fell away from her windpipe, Stroud used the hair-hold to reel Penny down and into a Standing Headscissors. Trading hair for Waistlock a heartbeat before the ref could give her any real shyt, Bridget bent deep, then let out an effortful grunt when she flipped Penelope onto her right shoulder.
Breathless though she was, Tremblay still kicked her legs like a madwoman but those frantic struggles couldn’t stop Stroud from collecting her biceps to hoist her into splay-armed Crucifix. This new arrangement got Penny fighting all the harder, her consternation only increasing once Stroud strapped her right arm across the other brunette’s chest. “PUT ME DOWN, BYTCH!” Tremblay threatened. “I MEAN WHOOAAAEEEEERRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!” Bridget swung her burden over and down, collecting Penny’s noggin in a Front Facelock mid-descent so she could drop to her tush for a ring-shivering Cliffhanger!
CLIFFHANGER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwHsM-g5gCM
Tremblay bounced unpleasantly but didn’t roll over, so Stroud shot the Half Nelson and did a little enthusiastic shoveling. Rather than go for a Crossbody or a Back Press, Sweet Disaster collected her foe’s ankles and folded them up over her head in a snug Matchbook before threading her right leg over those upturned stems for a little extra leverage. With Penny’s ankles secured in a death-grip, Stroud nodded along while Merle and the crowd tolled…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bridget shot both fists into the air, then flattened them into paddles and spanked out a jaunty little bongo riff on Tremblay’s vulnerable glutes amidst the Announcer’s confirmation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BRIDGET STROUD!”
“Enjoy the view from base camp, baby.” Stroud taunted in the moment before she got up and shoved Penny to one side. She might’ve planted a boot on the bendy-back’s ribs if Merle hadn’t come over and raised her hand for the throng. Distracted from vengeance by their energized clamor, Bridget stomped over to the corner, mounted the second rope and thanked them with a brawny double bicep flex. The increasing clamor suggested a tour of the four corners was necessary, thus prompting Stroud to set off on a genuine victory lap. She’d barely hopped down from the third post when Tremblay tackled her from behind, spilling both wrestlers to the canvas in an awkward sprawl!
“YOU THINK YOU’VE WON ANYTHING?” Penny barked as she wrenched Bridget’s head back with a savage handful of hair. “YOU’VE WON NOTHING! YOU’VE PROVED NOTHING!”
“CHEAP SKANK!” Stroud clamped down on Tremblay’s wrist and squeezed like she meant to snap the other brunette’s hand clean off. “RUN YOUR MOUTH ALL YOU WANT, THEY KNOW I KICKED YOUR ASSSSAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH F*CK YOU!”
Penny ‘smecked’ an underhanded grip between Bridget’s thighs and clamped down, an old school FAWN Crotch Claw that had Stroud tensed from head to toe. “What do these idiots know, rock climber?” Tremblay snarled. “Or the nattering Announcer and his idiot bell? The fact is you were once again made to OOOOOOWWWWWW BYTCH!”
Bridget jammed her thumbs into the underside of Penny’s wrist and squeezed until the brunette’s whole arm thrummed like a live wire. Twisting around the instant Tremblay released her grip, Stroud took the taller battler down with a miniature tackle and fought fire with fire by affixing a claw of her own to the center of Penelope’s trunks!
“How do you like it, huh?” Bridget crooked her fingers and squeezed all the harder. “How do you like it, PennERRRRHHH!”
The Soul Survivor didn’t like it very much at all, as evidenced by the vicious way she raked her nails across the other brunette’s eyes. Bridget tumbled away pawing at her face, but scrambled to her feet almost at once. She would’ve gone for Tremblay then and there if Merle hadn’t interposed himself between the enraged brunettes.
“Get outta here, Penny.” he said quietly. “Don’t make me call for back-up.”
Penelope ignored him in favor of Sweet Disaster. “Don’t delude yourself, Stroud. We are far from finished.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Tremblay. But if you go after my trunks one more time you’re gonna end up in the infirmary.”
Tremblay answered with a cold, hungry smile. “Stand tall now, bytch. You’ll be broken on the rocks soon enough.” ‘Bad’ Penny blew her rival a departing kiss, swiveled around on one foot and made her way through the ropes to quickly vanish up the aisle.
“That’s the last time, Penny.” Bridget promised. “Next time we go you’re not walking down the mountain. They’re gonna airlift your ass right the hell out.”