Post by dsb on Feb 11, 2020 0:41:52 GMT
The broadcast returned from a promo for Heartbroken with the Announcer front and center. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring, hailing from Grapevine, Texas, she stands at five feet four inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, this is Heather Crofton!”
HEATHER CROFTON:
An enthusiastic mix of cheers and applause for the ingénue blonde fireplug clad in a bright yellow two-piece and white pads and boots. Delighted to be back on FAWN pay-per-view, Crofton turned around and hopped onto the second rope so she could offer the crowd a brawny double bicep flex. “Glad you’ve all got your tickets!” she called out into the teeming throng. “Because I promise you’re about to see a show!”
Heather was still enjoying her perch when the house lights flipped to full strobe and the speakers let loose with an odd electronic warble that quickly transformed into the jaunty opening of ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s Choke.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
Cannons on either side of the stage exploded in time with the second set of Yeah’s, not in a cloud of pyro but a billowing swirl of rainbow glitter! From the depths of this kaleidoscopic cyclone a figure emerged to stand atop the stage for the first time. Lips curled into a faint smile as she absorbed her surroundings, Violyt Goodheart looked around and murmured, “Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat.” Halting her gaze on the squared circle and the woman that waited therein, the candy-coated Creepypasta started down the ramp with a skip in her step and a twinkle in her cold green eyes.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
Noting her approach, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Her name was greeted with a mixture of cheers from those that’d followed her, ahem, ‘work’ in the indies and buzzing curiosity from everyone who’d seen the Halloween episode of the Allard Archive. The reaction didn’t bother Violyt at all, indeed she seemed over the moon as she zigged and zagged across the aisle to exchange high fives or stop for pictures with anyone who asked. And indeed she looked every bit the portrait of a warrior in the service of sweetness and light. For her FAWN debut the willowy strong blonde bendy-back wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered the first hint that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Oblivious to any confusion caused by her attire, Goodheart abruptly pulled away from the FAWNatics and broke into a sprint that ended with her diving beneath the bottom rope. Pushing onto her knees about the time she reached mid-ring, Violyt offered the hard camera a knowing wink before she fluffed her hair to divest it of excess glitter. From there she popped to verticality and whipped off the windbreaker only to drape it over the shoulders of Craig Long as he closed in for final inspection.
“Why, you must be Craig!” Violyt said with a sunny grin. “I must say, I LOVE your work, I don’t care what Lyssa said on Rate-a-Ref.”
“Oh jeeze, what’d she say?” Craig sighed.
“Not really fit to repeat with little ears listening, but the words ‘f*ck-wit and ‘shyt-bag’ were mentioned ad nauseam. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fair review!”
Long didn’t get a chance to say thank you (or actually conduct his inspection) before Goodheart rounded on one heel and skipped to the far corner to await the opening bell.
The CLANG came a moment later and Heather came out of her corner with an odd mixture of quickness and caution, the Texas blonde seemingly torn between leaving her back to the buckles and getting too close to the newcomer. Her concern might’ve been over nothing as Goodheart looked far more interested in taking in the surroundings than locking up with her opponent for the evening. Gaze sweeping the rafters, Violyt let out a low, impressed whistle and murmured, “It’s so big!” she shook her head as if to clear it, then honed in on Heather, who had reached the center of the ring. “It’s just so gosh-darn big!” Goodheart exclaimed to the other blonde. “How do you not have butterflies ALL the time?”
Crofton allowed herself a small smile, but didn’t drop her guard. She’d seen the Allard Archive piece and wasn’t about to get suckered in no matter how genuine this girl seemed. “You get used to it eventually.” she explained. “You won’t even think about it once the wrestling starts.”
Violet’s eyes went wide as she looked from Heather to the official and back again. “Crud! The match started and I wasn’t even paying attention? Sheesh, way to blow the first night on the job, Vi. Thanks for not ambushing me!” Goodheart approached fast, reared back on her heels as if for a Lock-Up, then planted her heels and thrust a hand forward. “Violyt Goodheart’s the name, wrestling’s the game! Put her there, friend!”
Already prepared for the clench, Heather took a step back to stay clear of the proffered hand. “I don’t think we’re quite at the handshake stage yet, babe. You’ve got a reputation in case you didn’t know.”
“You mean that filthy, slanderous hatchet-job that ran back at Halloween?” Violyt looked irritated and amused. “Rest assured, I’ve contacted my barrister about getting a full retraction and a public apology. In all honesty it’s a little hurtful everyone believed a whole lotta bad editing and clips taken entirely out of context. BUT I’m here to prove myself afresh, so if you won’t take my hand one way…” Goodheart raised her left hand overhead, fingers twitching expectantly as she reached for Crofton, “…perhaps you’ll take it another?”
The response of the assembled FAWNatics suggested this wasn’t Heather’s best play, yet the yellow-clad blonde knew they’d have to lock up sooner than later, so she planted her feet and secured the first half of the Test of Stren--“NNNGGGHHH!”
Violyt caught hold of Crofton’s wrist in both hands and twisted the attached limb in a smooth circle that ended with her back to Heather’s belly and that trapped arm pulled tight over Goodheart’s shoulder. This arrangement didn’t last more than a second or two as Violyt jumped up and dropped to her tush to jolt Crofton’s bicep against the point of her shoulder!
OVER THE SHOULDER ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4SLCqotmi8
Heather dropped to her knees but would’ve been up in short order if Goodheart hadn’t twisted that sore arm up between her shoulders to force her onto her belly with a simple Hammerlock. “Now I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here, friend.” Violyt’s tone was serious as she planted a knee in the small of Heather’s back and craaaaaaaaaanked up on the simple hold. “Everything in that filthy special is still a lie, but I sensed a strong streak of duplicity in you and I wasn’t about to let you take advantage of my trusting nature! Oh, before I forget, do you give?”
“You gotta be kidding me!” Heather grunted in the midst of trying to slide out from beneath her attacker. “You’ve got the nerve to call me sneaky when you didn’t even have the guts to try a Test of Strength before you hit your first cheap-shot? No, I don’t givEERRRGHH!”
Goodheart pushed onto tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to gouge her knee into the Texan’s defenseless bicep. “Nothing cheap here, Crofty! I don’t see how I can be blamed for your terrible Hammerlock defe--”
Heather skidded / twisted out from under Violyt’s knee and powered back to one knee, unfortunately the other blonde moved along with her and drove a shoulder into the smaller wrestler’s back to put her right back where she started. “My, my, my, you ARE slippery!” Violyt giggled as she continued to put pressure on Heather’s shoulder. “Let’s see if you can ease your way out of this! Hammerlock still in place, Goodheart braced the crown of forehead against the canvas and somersaulted forward into a low bridge that greatly increased the torque of the joint-lock.
Quick to note the pained thrashing of Crofton’s boots, referee Craig Long crouched next to the action and asked, “How you doing, Heather? Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Heather groaned in spite of the unpleasant ache. “I’m not about to--”
Violyt rolled outta the bridge so Crofton scooted her way to seat. Her right arm was still trapped in that damned Hammerlock, but the yellow-clad blonde felt much better sitting up. The good mood dimmed slightly when Goodheart snuggled in cheek to cheek on her left side and asked, “Are all the referees here as rude as this one? He never asked ME how I was doing!”
“He didn’t ask because you’re not the one trapped in the hold.” Heather replied through gritted teeth. “Don’t worry, though. That’ll change soon enouHNNNGGGGHH!”
Violyt pushed herself up on tiptoe and came down with a knee drilled between the other wrestler’s shoulders. “What does THAT matter?” she said in a tone of undeniable pique. “He has no idea how I was feeling before the match or what sort of damage might’ve been done by your baseless character assassination! What if I want to give up right now?”
Noticeably confused by this odd turn of events, Craig said, “Umh, my apologies, Violyt. Would you… like to give up?”
“Of course not, silly!” Goodheart giggled. “I’m in full control and it’s my debut in the FAWN Arena! Why would I want to ooops, going up!”
Crofton reached back with her left hand, cupped the base of Violyt’s noggin and powered all the way to verticality. Rather than march for the ropes Heather strode in a series of small circles that got tighter and tighter until she was spinning in pla-- the Texan dropped to one knee and pulled forward, an abrupt adjustment that slung Goodheart over her shoulder and onto her butt with a heavy ‘thump!’
Violyt hopped up at once, the pink-clad enigma grinning broadly in the wake of Crofton’s clever escape. “Hey, that was really neat, Heather! I didn’t think you had it OOOOFFFFFHH!”
Heather did some hopping of her own, though hers was far more offensively minded as it ended with both boots colliding with Goodheart’s jaw! The Front Dropkick knocked Violyt flat so Crofton pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
Violyt shoved the other blonde loose and fought to a seat only to find herself mired in a brawny Full Nelson. “How do you like it, huh?” Heather huffed in the midst of trying to force Goodheart’s chin against her breastbone. “Not so fun is it you mean little sneak?!”
“Can’t lie, I’m not too happy with this arrangement.” Violyt grunted as she struggled to get off her butt. “But I’m far more concerned about the vindictive tone in your voice, Heather. And here I thought we were two friends having a nice, friendly matchHHRRGGHH!”
Crofton made it to one knee, leaned in and pressed down, using every bit of her weight to keep Goodheart’s head trapped. “We’re not friends, babe. You’re nothing but a manipulative weirdo and I’m not about to fall for any of your crazy crap.”
Violyt’s only response was a pained groan deep in her throat.
“You ok, Violyt?” Long inquired. “No, no I’m not, Craig. Heather doesn’t want to be my friend and she’s being extremely hurtful about NNNRRRGHHHHHH!”
Crofton jerked the Nelson back ‘n forth for a few seconds, then clambered to boot-leather with Goodheart in tow. “Cut the crap, sweetie.” the Texan advised. “It’s not going to work against WHOAH!”
Violyt raised her arms directly overhead and dropped to the mat to slip the hold as neat as you please. Cupping her hands against the backs of Heather’s thighs mid-descent, Violyt laid back, kicked her legs up and threaded ‘em beneath Crofton’s biceps when the other blonde reached down to stop the jailbreak. Just like that she popped her hips and sat up, a clever shift that drew Heather down onto her shoulders in a snug low-flying Victory Roll that netted…
ONE…
TWO…
The Texan popped out at ‘TWO’ and rolled to one knee whereas Violyt bounded to full verticality amidst around of pleased clapping. “See, NOW we’re really wrestling!” the Princess of Peaksville noted with a sly smile. “Isn’t this much more fun when we’re testing each other athletically and not casting ugly, baseless aspersions?”
Crofton rose, flicked her trunks back into place and resumed circling. “You’re the one throwing around an awful lot of insinuations, Violyt. Tell me, are you still carrying a salad fork in your boot.”
“It’s a DESSERT fork… is what I would say if there were any truth to those rumors.” Goodheart’s smile was wider than ever as she matched Heather’s pace, her expression straddling a disquieting line between joy and mania. “Not that there’d be any reason to bring such a thing into play tonight.” the new arrival went on. “No cake here, what I thought was gonna be a lot of fun has turned into the pro-wrestling equivalent of Brussels SproOOOHH SNEAKY!”
Crofton shot forward with a Toe Kick that would’ve spiked Goodheart’s navel if she hadn’t stepped back and caught the aggressor’s ankle in both hands. “Heather, I’m sensing some real distrust from your end.” Violyt said in a tone of mild reproach. “I’m going to need you to NNNGHH!”
What exactly Goodheart needed would remain shrouded in mystery because Crofton leapt off her plant foot and whipped it across to CLAP the side of her opponent’s skull with a beautiful Enzugiri!
ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txciArqoKb4
Violyt didn’t go down but her hands dropped to her sides and she doubled over almost like she was attempting an especially lazy toe touch. Quick to take advantage of her foe’s scrambled defenses, Heather grabbed a shoulder to spin Goodheart in a half circle, all the better to slap on a Waistlock which immediately segued into a BOOMING German Suplex that dropped the other blonde on the back of her head and shoulders. Crofton broke her bridge on impact meaning she was free to spin to one knee and Goodheart was free to somersault backward onto all fours. In truth Heather had planned to use the aftermath to figure out her next move, however that plan was scrapped as soon as she realized that Violyt was quickly clambering to her feet. Not about to let her foe get there first, Crofton rushed in, caught a Front Facelock and promptly dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Goodheart’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Violyt went from tent spike to starfish to pinned in the span between heartbeats as the yellow-clad ingénue pounced on her in search of the first marquee win of her FAWN career.
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked out just after ‘TWO’, though her decision to remain on the mat cradling her aching noggin granted Heather the strategy session she’d lost earlier. “Well, you’re not trying to whine and beg your way out of a tough spot.” the Texan admitted in the midst of peeling Goodheart off the deck. “So maybe you are on the level. Doesn’t mean I’m going to take it any easier on ya.”
“Whhuuu… why Heather, I’m tou--”
Crofton switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and sent Violyt on her way to the strands courtesy of an Irish Whip. She returned a moment later, just in time for Heather to dip down for a Back Body DrNO! Violyt spun ‘round mid-stride, hopped up and tumbled down Crofton’s six in a beautiful little back roll that let her continue to the far side unimpeded. More and more glad that she’d refused to take the other blonde lightly, Heather Crofton whirled to meet her adversary’s charge just before Goodheart came out of the ropes with a Bicycle Kick aimed at her face!
The ‘just before’ turned out to be quite important as it meant Heather had ‘just enough’ to sidestep the otherwise pinpoint strike. More importantly, she hooked her right arm under Violyt’s raised limb and curled her left arm around the back of Goodheart’s head to catch her in a Standing Cradle. Smiling despite the precarious arrangement, Violyt said, “Why Heather, I’m beginning to think you don’t trusWHOOOANNGGHH!”
Crofton hauled / tossed the smaller grappler straight up and relinquished the Cradle so she could pivot in and THWHAP her right arm across Violyt’s chest with an especially stern example of the Clothesline!
Goodheart landed in a woozy sprawl, prompting many FAWNatics to call for a cover but Crofton wasn’t quite satisfied yet so she ran the ropes and came back riding a wave of momentum that crashed down atop her prone prey in the form of a Splash! Violyt’s legs kicked up so Heather hooked ‘em both in a bundle and rolled over to turn it into a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt twisted free and crumpled onto her side to prevent an 0-1 start by perhaps half a second. Encouraged by the increased noise, Heather collected a double handful of hair, got to her feet and quickly reeled Goodheart into a Standing Headscissors. “Looks like she’s just another bad dream that falls apart in the light!” Crofton called to those assembled. Then to Violyt, she added, “Welcome to FAWN, babe.”
With that she wrapped her arms around opposing midsection and hoisted Goodheart up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a PowerNOPE! Violyt’s slim stems slipped clear, leaving her to land on her feet directly in front of the other blonde. “Thanks for having me!” The Glittering Enigma raised her hands to lock-up only to twist ninety degrees so she could stamp on Heather’s right foot!
Caught completely off guard, Crofton turned away from her opponent without considering the wider implications of such a concession and she paid dearly when Goodheart THWHACKED a Super Kick against the base of her skull! Heather stumbled, went to one knee and scrambled back up all without looking like she’d ever regained her balance which was probably why Violyt rushed after her with a giddy shove planted just above the small of the Texan‘s back.
Already wobbling, Crofton’s lurch transformed into a headlong sprawl that culminated with her pitching chest-first into the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner. “How stupendously fortuitous!” Violyt clapped her hands and bounced in place. “Someone up there must really like me,” she cast an amused glance at the sold-out crowd, “or someone down there really hates you.” Such a question was beyond Goodheart’s theological purview so she merely ran to the opposite corner, raced down her own back-trail and took to the skies in a low-flying leap that THWHUMPED both knees between Heather’s shoulders.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=te1o7BR43x8
Bouncing away from the wreckage of the Smiley Facebreaker with a grin stamped on her pixyish features, Violyt raised both hands overhead, then marched into the corner and proclaimed, “SPAAAAAARKLES!” just as she raked her nails down the other blonde’s back!
Nothing sparkly about Heather’s reaction, indeed she yowled and scrambled away from the buckles like she’d just been lashed with fire. Violyt however was as happy as ever, the Princess of Peaksville whistling Walking on Sunshine as she slipped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district. Rising to her full height as Crofton did the same, Goodheart cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, “BE THE BALL, HEATHER!”
Crofton looked up at the sound of her voice which proved a mistake as she effectively offered her head to the divebombing Violyt, who caught a quick Front Facelock en route to PLANTING Crofton’s pate against the deck! Heather tumbled through the landing and immediately curled into a tight ball, her knees near her chest while both hands clutched her ring-rocked braincase.
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMM_vsiXmmo
As for Violyt, she rolled back on her shoulders, pulled both knees in close, then pumped her legs out to bounce to verticality with a picture-perfect kip-up. “Thank you! Thank you!” the Glittering Enigma greeted the crowd with blown kisses and pageant waves, seemingly oblivious to the jeers coming from the assembled FAWNatics. Smiling wider than ever when she turned to Craig Long, Violyt asked of her adversary, “You’re satisfied she can continue, right?”
Craig looked from Violyt to Heather (who’d struggled to all fours as of scant seconds prior) and back again. “Yeah, of course. I hadn’t even considered that she wasn’t.”
Goodheart’s eyes went wide with an incredulity that almost looked genuine. “You haven’t even checked? Oh no, no, no, no, no, I’m clearly not trying hard enough!”
On that note she cupped her hands over Crofton’s ears and hauled her up in stages before spinning in place and reaching over one shoulder to collect a Three Quarters Facelock. Sinking to one knee flipped Heather onto her butt, meaning the Texan was preoccupied rubbing her tailbone when Goodheart hit the strands directly to her opponent’s right. Credit to the crowd, they did everything in their power to warn of Violyt’s approach, unfortunately this meant Crofton turned her head toward the sound of approaching footsteps and THWHACK! took the sole of Goodheart’s right boot across the jaw.
Heather collapsed to her back in a woozy heap that failed to tempt a pin from Violyt. Instead the newcomer dropped into a crouch, caught hold of Crofton at hip and shoulder and turned her onto her belly so that the other wrestler’s left arm was within easy reach.
“For me? You shouldn’t have!”
The Princess of Peaksville grabbed Heather’s wrist, stretched that arm out full length and neatly wrapped it around her ankle so she could drop to one knee and pin the limb between Crofton’s shoulders in a Hammerlock. With both hands free to do lord knows what, Violyt reached over and claimed Heather’s right wrist so she puuuuuuuuull the other arm back over opposing torso at an extremely unpleasant angle. Suppressing a giggle when a nervous buzz ran through the crowd, Goodheart fixed her attention on the ref with a slow, knowing wink. “Hey. She’s still fit to continue, right?”
“What do you say, Heather?” Craig answered her question with a question. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuuuhhh…no!” Crofton shook her head and wriggled from side to side, but couldn’t slide free of Violyt’s hooks.
Violyt seemed pleased with both answers, especially Long’s. “Plausible deniability, I like that, Craig. Very shrewd of you. I think we’ll get along just fine.” The zebra didn’t get a chance to ask why that was before Goodheart halved her Wristlock and helped herself to a greedy, groping handful of Heather’s right breast!
“AAARRRRHHHHHH! LET GO YOU NASTY BRAT!” Crofton yowled as her boots beat a frantic SOS against the canvas. “C’MON DAMMIT, GET YOUR HANDS OFFA MY TOPOOOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Violyt obeyed in letter if not spirit, as she relinquished the jugg squeeze only to raaaaaake Heather’s bare back, then caught hold of her ear for a little malicious twisting!
“Hey Violyt, knock that off!” the ref called. “You know you can’t twist her ear!” “I can’t?” Goodheart was surprised. “I must be having some sort of existential crisis then because it sure SEEMS like I’m twisting her ear. See?!” Grinning now, she pinched Crofton’s ear between thumb and forefinger and treated it to a slow, vicious twissssssssst.
Not about to let his charge weasel her way around the rules, Craig counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Goodheart let go promptly and said, “Ooooooooooohhhhhhh. I get you. You mean I SHOULDN’T twist Heather’s ear, not that I CAN’T. That’s good. I’d hate to think you’d be so foolish as to tell me I CAN’T do something.”
“Just keep it within the confines of the rul--”
“AAAAAARRRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Heather rent the night with a fresh round of shrieking because Violyt went back to the Breast Claw, only now she affixed it beneath the thin armor of that sunny yellow lycra.
Ignoring the Texan’s wails entirely, the Sparkly Sadist focused her unnerving gaze on the official. “Tell me, Craig Long.” she almost whispered. “Is Heather fit to contin--don’t LOOK at her, imbecile. This is obviously a listening comprehension test. So tell me one more time… and don’t stutter… is she fit to continue?”
The referee didn’t answer for several seconds as he was simultaneously listening to Crofton’s protestations and unable to tear his eyes from Violyt’s. Eventually he nodded and replied, “Yes. I believe she’s fit to continue.”
“Good. So do I.” Goodheart pushed up, dropped back and YANKED on Heather’s right wrist, a combination of factors that damned near wrenched Crofton’s shoulder outta socket and hyperextended her elbow in a single stroke!
THE WARM & FUZZIES & 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pb8fiaB6R9w
Heather shrieked over the groans of the crowd and rolled away with that aggrieved arm pulled tight against her chest. She’d just managed to satisfy herself that it wasn’t broken when Violyt plunged both hands into her hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Gosh, the mood in this place sure took a turn for the worse.” Goodheart exclaimed. “But I know what will make you all feel better. Some Unicorns and Rainbows!”
By now the crowd had come to realize that Violyt had very different ideas of what would make anyone feel better and were thus where noticeably apprehensive when the newcomer wrapped her arms Crofton’s midsection and hoisted her up into a slumped seat atop her shoulders. Now Violyt Goodheart was no one’s idea of a powerhouse even by Lightweight standards, yet she didn’t show any strain keeping Heather in place as she turned to all four sides of the arena. Demonstration complete, the Princess of Peaksville moved her hands to beneath the other blonde’s armpits, then tossed her down and dropped back while also bringing her knees up to ensure that every bit of Crofton’s weight THWHUMPED down atop those pointy joints!
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3W_MsV0Su4
Heather slid clear with a soft groan, though she didn’t make it near far enough to prevent Goodheart from snuggling down atop her throat in an extremely snug Schoolgirl Pin. Leaning back ever so slightly, Violyt pressed her hands to Heather’s fluttering belly while Craig and the rest of the assembled FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Glittering Enigma brought her knees together when the bell sounded, then hunched forward over her foe’s hidden features to mouth the Announcer’s proclamation to the nearest camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Bounding to verticality as her name echoed in the rafters, the victorious newcomer hurried over to the jacket she’d left hanging on the ring-post and quickly slipped it on. Rounding on the surprised official, she bounded back to the center and took Craig’s hands in her own.
“Can you believe it, Craig Long? My record in the FAWN Arena is a sterling, flawless one win and no losses! You know what that means, don’t you?”
The ref shook his head ‘no’, though he was afraid to do so. “Ummmh, no actually.”
Goodheart pulled her hands away, stuffed them deep in her pockets. “Well, would you LIKE to know?”
“Sur--”
“GLITTER PARTY!”
Violyt hurled fistfuls of pink and gold glitter into the air, a sparkling, iridescent bloom that almost caught Craig square in the face.
“Oh don’t be such a nervous Nelly.” Violyt scoffed as the ref drew back. “If I’d wanted your eyes I would’ve had them already. But what do I need your eyes for, silly? I’ve already got JARS of ‘em at home. No, I need you see everything. I need you to hear everything.”
“What the hell for?”
Violyt had skipped over to Heather Crofton and was even then clapping the glitter from her hands to better decorate her fallen opposition. Glancing over her shoulder, Goodheart replied, “Why, to tell the locker room they’re all f*cked, of course! Bye now!”
Through with tonight’s play date, the Princess of Peaksville slipped through the ropes and bounded up the ramp, leaving Craig Long and the rest of the FAWNatics to wonder just what unpleasantness awaited in the depths of Violyt Goodheart’s bedazzled bag of tricks.
HEATHER CROFTON:
An enthusiastic mix of cheers and applause for the ingénue blonde fireplug clad in a bright yellow two-piece and white pads and boots. Delighted to be back on FAWN pay-per-view, Crofton turned around and hopped onto the second rope so she could offer the crowd a brawny double bicep flex. “Glad you’ve all got your tickets!” she called out into the teeming throng. “Because I promise you’re about to see a show!”
Heather was still enjoying her perch when the house lights flipped to full strobe and the speakers let loose with an odd electronic warble that quickly transformed into the jaunty opening of ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s Choke.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
Cannons on either side of the stage exploded in time with the second set of Yeah’s, not in a cloud of pyro but a billowing swirl of rainbow glitter! From the depths of this kaleidoscopic cyclone a figure emerged to stand atop the stage for the first time. Lips curled into a faint smile as she absorbed her surroundings, Violyt Goodheart looked around and murmured, “Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaat.” Halting her gaze on the squared circle and the woman that waited therein, the candy-coated Creepypasta started down the ramp with a skip in her step and a twinkle in her cold green eyes.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
Noting her approach, the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Making her debut in the FAWN Arena, this is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Her name was greeted with a mixture of cheers from those that’d followed her, ahem, ‘work’ in the indies and buzzing curiosity from everyone who’d seen the Halloween episode of the Allard Archive. The reaction didn’t bother Violyt at all, indeed she seemed over the moon as she zigged and zagged across the aisle to exchange high fives or stop for pictures with anyone who asked. And indeed she looked every bit the portrait of a warrior in the service of sweetness and light. For her FAWN debut the willowy strong blonde bendy-back wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered the first hint that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Oblivious to any confusion caused by her attire, Goodheart abruptly pulled away from the FAWNatics and broke into a sprint that ended with her diving beneath the bottom rope. Pushing onto her knees about the time she reached mid-ring, Violyt offered the hard camera a knowing wink before she fluffed her hair to divest it of excess glitter. From there she popped to verticality and whipped off the windbreaker only to drape it over the shoulders of Craig Long as he closed in for final inspection.
“Why, you must be Craig!” Violyt said with a sunny grin. “I must say, I LOVE your work, I don’t care what Lyssa said on Rate-a-Ref.”
“Oh jeeze, what’d she say?” Craig sighed.
“Not really fit to repeat with little ears listening, but the words ‘f*ck-wit and ‘shyt-bag’ were mentioned ad nauseam. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a fair review!”
Long didn’t get a chance to say thank you (or actually conduct his inspection) before Goodheart rounded on one heel and skipped to the far corner to await the opening bell.
The CLANG came a moment later and Heather came out of her corner with an odd mixture of quickness and caution, the Texas blonde seemingly torn between leaving her back to the buckles and getting too close to the newcomer. Her concern might’ve been over nothing as Goodheart looked far more interested in taking in the surroundings than locking up with her opponent for the evening. Gaze sweeping the rafters, Violyt let out a low, impressed whistle and murmured, “It’s so big!” she shook her head as if to clear it, then honed in on Heather, who had reached the center of the ring. “It’s just so gosh-darn big!” Goodheart exclaimed to the other blonde. “How do you not have butterflies ALL the time?”
Crofton allowed herself a small smile, but didn’t drop her guard. She’d seen the Allard Archive piece and wasn’t about to get suckered in no matter how genuine this girl seemed. “You get used to it eventually.” she explained. “You won’t even think about it once the wrestling starts.”
Violet’s eyes went wide as she looked from Heather to the official and back again. “Crud! The match started and I wasn’t even paying attention? Sheesh, way to blow the first night on the job, Vi. Thanks for not ambushing me!” Goodheart approached fast, reared back on her heels as if for a Lock-Up, then planted her heels and thrust a hand forward. “Violyt Goodheart’s the name, wrestling’s the game! Put her there, friend!”
Already prepared for the clench, Heather took a step back to stay clear of the proffered hand. “I don’t think we’re quite at the handshake stage yet, babe. You’ve got a reputation in case you didn’t know.”
“You mean that filthy, slanderous hatchet-job that ran back at Halloween?” Violyt looked irritated and amused. “Rest assured, I’ve contacted my barrister about getting a full retraction and a public apology. In all honesty it’s a little hurtful everyone believed a whole lotta bad editing and clips taken entirely out of context. BUT I’m here to prove myself afresh, so if you won’t take my hand one way…” Goodheart raised her left hand overhead, fingers twitching expectantly as she reached for Crofton, “…perhaps you’ll take it another?”
The response of the assembled FAWNatics suggested this wasn’t Heather’s best play, yet the yellow-clad blonde knew they’d have to lock up sooner than later, so she planted her feet and secured the first half of the Test of Stren--“NNNGGGHHH!”
Violyt caught hold of Crofton’s wrist in both hands and twisted the attached limb in a smooth circle that ended with her back to Heather’s belly and that trapped arm pulled tight over Goodheart’s shoulder. This arrangement didn’t last more than a second or two as Violyt jumped up and dropped to her tush to jolt Crofton’s bicep against the point of her shoulder!
OVER THE SHOULDER ARMBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4SLCqotmi8
Heather dropped to her knees but would’ve been up in short order if Goodheart hadn’t twisted that sore arm up between her shoulders to force her onto her belly with a simple Hammerlock. “Now I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here, friend.” Violyt’s tone was serious as she planted a knee in the small of Heather’s back and craaaaaaaaaanked up on the simple hold. “Everything in that filthy special is still a lie, but I sensed a strong streak of duplicity in you and I wasn’t about to let you take advantage of my trusting nature! Oh, before I forget, do you give?”
“You gotta be kidding me!” Heather grunted in the midst of trying to slide out from beneath her attacker. “You’ve got the nerve to call me sneaky when you didn’t even have the guts to try a Test of Strength before you hit your first cheap-shot? No, I don’t givEERRRGHH!”
Goodheart pushed onto tiptoe, then dropped to one knee to gouge her knee into the Texan’s defenseless bicep. “Nothing cheap here, Crofty! I don’t see how I can be blamed for your terrible Hammerlock defe--”
Heather skidded / twisted out from under Violyt’s knee and powered back to one knee, unfortunately the other blonde moved along with her and drove a shoulder into the smaller wrestler’s back to put her right back where she started. “My, my, my, you ARE slippery!” Violyt giggled as she continued to put pressure on Heather’s shoulder. “Let’s see if you can ease your way out of this! Hammerlock still in place, Goodheart braced the crown of forehead against the canvas and somersaulted forward into a low bridge that greatly increased the torque of the joint-lock.
Quick to note the pained thrashing of Crofton’s boots, referee Craig Long crouched next to the action and asked, “How you doing, Heather? Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Heather groaned in spite of the unpleasant ache. “I’m not about to--”
Violyt rolled outta the bridge so Crofton scooted her way to seat. Her right arm was still trapped in that damned Hammerlock, but the yellow-clad blonde felt much better sitting up. The good mood dimmed slightly when Goodheart snuggled in cheek to cheek on her left side and asked, “Are all the referees here as rude as this one? He never asked ME how I was doing!”
“He didn’t ask because you’re not the one trapped in the hold.” Heather replied through gritted teeth. “Don’t worry, though. That’ll change soon enouHNNNGGGGHH!”
Violyt pushed herself up on tiptoe and came down with a knee drilled between the other wrestler’s shoulders. “What does THAT matter?” she said in a tone of undeniable pique. “He has no idea how I was feeling before the match or what sort of damage might’ve been done by your baseless character assassination! What if I want to give up right now?”
Noticeably confused by this odd turn of events, Craig said, “Umh, my apologies, Violyt. Would you… like to give up?”
“Of course not, silly!” Goodheart giggled. “I’m in full control and it’s my debut in the FAWN Arena! Why would I want to ooops, going up!”
Crofton reached back with her left hand, cupped the base of Violyt’s noggin and powered all the way to verticality. Rather than march for the ropes Heather strode in a series of small circles that got tighter and tighter until she was spinning in pla-- the Texan dropped to one knee and pulled forward, an abrupt adjustment that slung Goodheart over her shoulder and onto her butt with a heavy ‘thump!’
Violyt hopped up at once, the pink-clad enigma grinning broadly in the wake of Crofton’s clever escape. “Hey, that was really neat, Heather! I didn’t think you had it OOOOFFFFFHH!”
Heather did some hopping of her own, though hers was far more offensively minded as it ended with both boots colliding with Goodheart’s jaw! The Front Dropkick knocked Violyt flat so Crofton pounced across her chest and hooked the far leg for…
ONE…
Violyt shoved the other blonde loose and fought to a seat only to find herself mired in a brawny Full Nelson. “How do you like it, huh?” Heather huffed in the midst of trying to force Goodheart’s chin against her breastbone. “Not so fun is it you mean little sneak?!”
“Can’t lie, I’m not too happy with this arrangement.” Violyt grunted as she struggled to get off her butt. “But I’m far more concerned about the vindictive tone in your voice, Heather. And here I thought we were two friends having a nice, friendly matchHHRRGGHH!”
Crofton made it to one knee, leaned in and pressed down, using every bit of her weight to keep Goodheart’s head trapped. “We’re not friends, babe. You’re nothing but a manipulative weirdo and I’m not about to fall for any of your crazy crap.”
Violyt’s only response was a pained groan deep in her throat.
“You ok, Violyt?” Long inquired. “No, no I’m not, Craig. Heather doesn’t want to be my friend and she’s being extremely hurtful about NNNRRRGHHHHHH!”
Crofton jerked the Nelson back ‘n forth for a few seconds, then clambered to boot-leather with Goodheart in tow. “Cut the crap, sweetie.” the Texan advised. “It’s not going to work against WHOAH!”
Violyt raised her arms directly overhead and dropped to the mat to slip the hold as neat as you please. Cupping her hands against the backs of Heather’s thighs mid-descent, Violyt laid back, kicked her legs up and threaded ‘em beneath Crofton’s biceps when the other blonde reached down to stop the jailbreak. Just like that she popped her hips and sat up, a clever shift that drew Heather down onto her shoulders in a snug low-flying Victory Roll that netted…
ONE…
TWO…
The Texan popped out at ‘TWO’ and rolled to one knee whereas Violyt bounded to full verticality amidst around of pleased clapping. “See, NOW we’re really wrestling!” the Princess of Peaksville noted with a sly smile. “Isn’t this much more fun when we’re testing each other athletically and not casting ugly, baseless aspersions?”
Crofton rose, flicked her trunks back into place and resumed circling. “You’re the one throwing around an awful lot of insinuations, Violyt. Tell me, are you still carrying a salad fork in your boot.”
“It’s a DESSERT fork… is what I would say if there were any truth to those rumors.” Goodheart’s smile was wider than ever as she matched Heather’s pace, her expression straddling a disquieting line between joy and mania. “Not that there’d be any reason to bring such a thing into play tonight.” the new arrival went on. “No cake here, what I thought was gonna be a lot of fun has turned into the pro-wrestling equivalent of Brussels SproOOOHH SNEAKY!”
Crofton shot forward with a Toe Kick that would’ve spiked Goodheart’s navel if she hadn’t stepped back and caught the aggressor’s ankle in both hands. “Heather, I’m sensing some real distrust from your end.” Violyt said in a tone of mild reproach. “I’m going to need you to NNNGHH!”
What exactly Goodheart needed would remain shrouded in mystery because Crofton leapt off her plant foot and whipped it across to CLAP the side of her opponent’s skull with a beautiful Enzugiri!
ENZUGIRI:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txciArqoKb4
Violyt didn’t go down but her hands dropped to her sides and she doubled over almost like she was attempting an especially lazy toe touch. Quick to take advantage of her foe’s scrambled defenses, Heather grabbed a shoulder to spin Goodheart in a half circle, all the better to slap on a Waistlock which immediately segued into a BOOMING German Suplex that dropped the other blonde on the back of her head and shoulders. Crofton broke her bridge on impact meaning she was free to spin to one knee and Goodheart was free to somersault backward onto all fours. In truth Heather had planned to use the aftermath to figure out her next move, however that plan was scrapped as soon as she realized that Violyt was quickly clambering to her feet. Not about to let her foe get there first, Crofton rushed in, caught a Front Facelock and promptly dropped to her butt to THWHONK the crown of Goodheart’s noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood. Violyt went from tent spike to starfish to pinned in the span between heartbeats as the yellow-clad ingénue pounced on her in search of the first marquee win of her FAWN career.
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked out just after ‘TWO’, though her decision to remain on the mat cradling her aching noggin granted Heather the strategy session she’d lost earlier. “Well, you’re not trying to whine and beg your way out of a tough spot.” the Texan admitted in the midst of peeling Goodheart off the deck. “So maybe you are on the level. Doesn’t mean I’m going to take it any easier on ya.”
“Whhuuu… why Heather, I’m tou--”
Crofton switched over to a Wristlock, stepped back and sent Violyt on her way to the strands courtesy of an Irish Whip. She returned a moment later, just in time for Heather to dip down for a Back Body DrNO! Violyt spun ‘round mid-stride, hopped up and tumbled down Crofton’s six in a beautiful little back roll that let her continue to the far side unimpeded. More and more glad that she’d refused to take the other blonde lightly, Heather Crofton whirled to meet her adversary’s charge just before Goodheart came out of the ropes with a Bicycle Kick aimed at her face!
The ‘just before’ turned out to be quite important as it meant Heather had ‘just enough’ to sidestep the otherwise pinpoint strike. More importantly, she hooked her right arm under Violyt’s raised limb and curled her left arm around the back of Goodheart’s head to catch her in a Standing Cradle. Smiling despite the precarious arrangement, Violyt said, “Why Heather, I’m beginning to think you don’t trusWHOOOANNGGHH!”
Crofton hauled / tossed the smaller grappler straight up and relinquished the Cradle so she could pivot in and THWHAP her right arm across Violyt’s chest with an especially stern example of the Clothesline!
Goodheart landed in a woozy sprawl, prompting many FAWNatics to call for a cover but Crofton wasn’t quite satisfied yet so she ran the ropes and came back riding a wave of momentum that crashed down atop her prone prey in the form of a Splash! Violyt’s legs kicked up so Heather hooked ‘em both in a bundle and rolled over to turn it into a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt twisted free and crumpled onto her side to prevent an 0-1 start by perhaps half a second. Encouraged by the increased noise, Heather collected a double handful of hair, got to her feet and quickly reeled Goodheart into a Standing Headscissors. “Looks like she’s just another bad dream that falls apart in the light!” Crofton called to those assembled. Then to Violyt, she added, “Welcome to FAWN, babe.”
With that she wrapped her arms around opposing midsection and hoisted Goodheart up onto her shoulders in the stall position for a PowerNOPE! Violyt’s slim stems slipped clear, leaving her to land on her feet directly in front of the other blonde. “Thanks for having me!” The Glittering Enigma raised her hands to lock-up only to twist ninety degrees so she could stamp on Heather’s right foot!
Caught completely off guard, Crofton turned away from her opponent without considering the wider implications of such a concession and she paid dearly when Goodheart THWHACKED a Super Kick against the base of her skull! Heather stumbled, went to one knee and scrambled back up all without looking like she’d ever regained her balance which was probably why Violyt rushed after her with a giddy shove planted just above the small of the Texan‘s back.
Already wobbling, Crofton’s lurch transformed into a headlong sprawl that culminated with her pitching chest-first into the middle turnbuckle of the nearest corner. “How stupendously fortuitous!” Violyt clapped her hands and bounced in place. “Someone up there must really like me,” she cast an amused glance at the sold-out crowd, “or someone down there really hates you.” Such a question was beyond Goodheart’s theological purview so she merely ran to the opposite corner, raced down her own back-trail and took to the skies in a low-flying leap that THWHUMPED both knees between Heather’s shoulders.
SMILEY FACEBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=te1o7BR43x8
Bouncing away from the wreckage of the Smiley Facebreaker with a grin stamped on her pixyish features, Violyt raised both hands overhead, then marched into the corner and proclaimed, “SPAAAAAARKLES!” just as she raked her nails down the other blonde’s back!
Nothing sparkly about Heather’s reaction, indeed she yowled and scrambled away from the buckles like she’d just been lashed with fire. Violyt however was as happy as ever, the Princess of Peaksville whistling Walking on Sunshine as she slipped out onto the apron and climbed into the high rent district. Rising to her full height as Crofton did the same, Goodheart cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted, “BE THE BALL, HEATHER!”
Crofton looked up at the sound of her voice which proved a mistake as she effectively offered her head to the divebombing Violyt, who caught a quick Front Facelock en route to PLANTING Crofton’s pate against the deck! Heather tumbled through the landing and immediately curled into a tight ball, her knees near her chest while both hands clutched her ring-rocked braincase.
DIVING DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMM_vsiXmmo
As for Violyt, she rolled back on her shoulders, pulled both knees in close, then pumped her legs out to bounce to verticality with a picture-perfect kip-up. “Thank you! Thank you!” the Glittering Enigma greeted the crowd with blown kisses and pageant waves, seemingly oblivious to the jeers coming from the assembled FAWNatics. Smiling wider than ever when she turned to Craig Long, Violyt asked of her adversary, “You’re satisfied she can continue, right?”
Craig looked from Violyt to Heather (who’d struggled to all fours as of scant seconds prior) and back again. “Yeah, of course. I hadn’t even considered that she wasn’t.”
Goodheart’s eyes went wide with an incredulity that almost looked genuine. “You haven’t even checked? Oh no, no, no, no, no, I’m clearly not trying hard enough!”
On that note she cupped her hands over Crofton’s ears and hauled her up in stages before spinning in place and reaching over one shoulder to collect a Three Quarters Facelock. Sinking to one knee flipped Heather onto her butt, meaning the Texan was preoccupied rubbing her tailbone when Goodheart hit the strands directly to her opponent’s right. Credit to the crowd, they did everything in their power to warn of Violyt’s approach, unfortunately this meant Crofton turned her head toward the sound of approaching footsteps and THWHACK! took the sole of Goodheart’s right boot across the jaw.
Heather collapsed to her back in a woozy heap that failed to tempt a pin from Violyt. Instead the newcomer dropped into a crouch, caught hold of Crofton at hip and shoulder and turned her onto her belly so that the other wrestler’s left arm was within easy reach.
“For me? You shouldn’t have!”
The Princess of Peaksville grabbed Heather’s wrist, stretched that arm out full length and neatly wrapped it around her ankle so she could drop to one knee and pin the limb between Crofton’s shoulders in a Hammerlock. With both hands free to do lord knows what, Violyt reached over and claimed Heather’s right wrist so she puuuuuuuuull the other arm back over opposing torso at an extremely unpleasant angle. Suppressing a giggle when a nervous buzz ran through the crowd, Goodheart fixed her attention on the ref with a slow, knowing wink. “Hey. She’s still fit to continue, right?”
“What do you say, Heather?” Craig answered her question with a question. “Need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuuuuhhh…no!” Crofton shook her head and wriggled from side to side, but couldn’t slide free of Violyt’s hooks.
Violyt seemed pleased with both answers, especially Long’s. “Plausible deniability, I like that, Craig. Very shrewd of you. I think we’ll get along just fine.” The zebra didn’t get a chance to ask why that was before Goodheart halved her Wristlock and helped herself to a greedy, groping handful of Heather’s right breast!
“AAARRRRHHHHHH! LET GO YOU NASTY BRAT!” Crofton yowled as her boots beat a frantic SOS against the canvas. “C’MON DAMMIT, GET YOUR HANDS OFFA MY TOPOOOOOWWWWWW FAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHK!”
Violyt obeyed in letter if not spirit, as she relinquished the jugg squeeze only to raaaaaake Heather’s bare back, then caught hold of her ear for a little malicious twisting!
“Hey Violyt, knock that off!” the ref called. “You know you can’t twist her ear!” “I can’t?” Goodheart was surprised. “I must be having some sort of existential crisis then because it sure SEEMS like I’m twisting her ear. See?!” Grinning now, she pinched Crofton’s ear between thumb and forefinger and treated it to a slow, vicious twissssssssst.
Not about to let his charge weasel her way around the rules, Craig counted off, “ONE! TWO! THREE!”
Goodheart let go promptly and said, “Ooooooooooohhhhhhh. I get you. You mean I SHOULDN’T twist Heather’s ear, not that I CAN’T. That’s good. I’d hate to think you’d be so foolish as to tell me I CAN’T do something.”
“Just keep it within the confines of the rul--”
“AAAAAARRRRRHHHH STAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!” Heather rent the night with a fresh round of shrieking because Violyt went back to the Breast Claw, only now she affixed it beneath the thin armor of that sunny yellow lycra.
Ignoring the Texan’s wails entirely, the Sparkly Sadist focused her unnerving gaze on the official. “Tell me, Craig Long.” she almost whispered. “Is Heather fit to contin--don’t LOOK at her, imbecile. This is obviously a listening comprehension test. So tell me one more time… and don’t stutter… is she fit to continue?”
The referee didn’t answer for several seconds as he was simultaneously listening to Crofton’s protestations and unable to tear his eyes from Violyt’s. Eventually he nodded and replied, “Yes. I believe she’s fit to continue.”
“Good. So do I.” Goodheart pushed up, dropped back and YANKED on Heather’s right wrist, a combination of factors that damned near wrenched Crofton’s shoulder outta socket and hyperextended her elbow in a single stroke!
THE WARM & FUZZIES & 00:26
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pb8fiaB6R9w
Heather shrieked over the groans of the crowd and rolled away with that aggrieved arm pulled tight against her chest. She’d just managed to satisfy herself that it wasn’t broken when Violyt plunged both hands into her hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. “Gosh, the mood in this place sure took a turn for the worse.” Goodheart exclaimed. “But I know what will make you all feel better. Some Unicorns and Rainbows!”
By now the crowd had come to realize that Violyt had very different ideas of what would make anyone feel better and were thus where noticeably apprehensive when the newcomer wrapped her arms Crofton’s midsection and hoisted her up into a slumped seat atop her shoulders. Now Violyt Goodheart was no one’s idea of a powerhouse even by Lightweight standards, yet she didn’t show any strain keeping Heather in place as she turned to all four sides of the arena. Demonstration complete, the Princess of Peaksville moved her hands to beneath the other blonde’s armpits, then tossed her down and dropped back while also bringing her knees up to ensure that every bit of Crofton’s weight THWHUMPED down atop those pointy joints!
UNICORNS & RAINBOWS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3W_MsV0Su4
Heather slid clear with a soft groan, though she didn’t make it near far enough to prevent Goodheart from snuggling down atop her throat in an extremely snug Schoolgirl Pin. Leaning back ever so slightly, Violyt pressed her hands to Heather’s fluttering belly while Craig and the rest of the assembled FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The Glittering Enigma brought her knees together when the bell sounded, then hunched forward over her foe’s hidden features to mouth the Announcer’s proclamation to the nearest camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Bounding to verticality as her name echoed in the rafters, the victorious newcomer hurried over to the jacket she’d left hanging on the ring-post and quickly slipped it on. Rounding on the surprised official, she bounded back to the center and took Craig’s hands in her own.
“Can you believe it, Craig Long? My record in the FAWN Arena is a sterling, flawless one win and no losses! You know what that means, don’t you?”
The ref shook his head ‘no’, though he was afraid to do so. “Ummmh, no actually.”
Goodheart pulled her hands away, stuffed them deep in her pockets. “Well, would you LIKE to know?”
“Sur--”
“GLITTER PARTY!”
Violyt hurled fistfuls of pink and gold glitter into the air, a sparkling, iridescent bloom that almost caught Craig square in the face.
“Oh don’t be such a nervous Nelly.” Violyt scoffed as the ref drew back. “If I’d wanted your eyes I would’ve had them already. But what do I need your eyes for, silly? I’ve already got JARS of ‘em at home. No, I need you see everything. I need you to hear everything.”
“What the hell for?”
Violyt had skipped over to Heather Crofton and was even then clapping the glitter from her hands to better decorate her fallen opposition. Glancing over her shoulder, Goodheart replied, “Why, to tell the locker room they’re all f*cked, of course! Bye now!”
Through with tonight’s play date, the Princess of Peaksville slipped through the ropes and bounded up the ramp, leaving Craig Long and the rest of the FAWNatics to wonder just what unpleasantness awaited in the depths of Violyt Goodheart’s bedazzled bag of tricks.