Post by hawkeye on Mar 18, 2020 0:25:03 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, representing Leggs Incorporated, she hails from Los Angeles California and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is VALERIE 'STEMS' STIPANOVIC!"
The Announcer’s proclamation dimmed the house lights and shifted the ‘tron from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font that emerges and settled into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready but admittedly somewhat mixed. After all, the Leggs Ladies had shown some rather duplicitous traits during their campaign to dethrone the dearly departed Sweethearts. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers. The long-limbed lovely emerged from the curtain all by her lonesome, Val Stipanovic looking to make her mark in the singles ranks on this particular evening.
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
Even by herself the team’s anthem was accurate as ever, Valerie had lower limbs to die for, a fact she planned to share with her opposition. Planting herself in the middle of the stage, Stipanovic bent deep, placed two fingers on her bare calf and slooooooooowly drew them all the way up before swatting her tush to emphasize the point. This drew a massive roar from the sold out crowd and a satisfied smile from the brunette Gamazon.
With their combined attention focused solely on her, Val started down the ramp, her long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Usually talkative, Stipanovic was oddly quiet tonight, not that it stopped the mob from voicing their approval with a single bellowed word.
‘LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!’
Tonight Valerie sported a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s white sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her matching boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to further accentuate those incredible gams on the rookie. White boots and pink pads finished the slight attire.
Making short work of the steel steps, Valerie strode out to the center of the apron and took her old sweet time bending low to dip through the strands. Straightening up with a sly little flourish, she posted up in front of the hard camera to make sure all eyes were on her even after the Announcer resumed his shtick.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
BECKY CLAYTON:
Already on their feet, the FAWNatics got even louder when Clayton’s new anthem, ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the BFG plowing through the curtains to take up residence center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s encounter with the towering Scissor Specialist, the powerhouse blonde sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Smile fading as started down the ramp, Becky noted, “Gotta lotta leg on you, Stems, can’t deny that. But if you don’t know how to use them for a strategic retreat this is gonna be a LONG night.” That said, Clayton zigzagged several times to make sure didn’t miss a single FAWNatic. Once that was done Becky bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher turned her attention to Valerie as she backed into the opposite corner where Al Carpenter made a quick check of her pads and boots.
Valerie was out of her corner with the clang of the bell, the near six-footer’s vaunted stems making short work of the canvas between she and Clayton. Not that Becky was content to let Stipanovic come to her, she marched out just as quickly to ensure the brunettes met in the center of the squared circle. No taunting or hesitation from either wrestler, they lunged straight into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. It was a stalemate for perhaps three seconds, then Becky squared her shoulders and plowed forward, the Camouflage Crusher marching her opponent back to the corner she’d so recently vacated-- Stipanovic flicked her left foot back and planted it like a kickstand to stop Clayton’s incursion. Shifting one hand from Becky’s shoulder to her chin, the lithesome Angelino forced her foe’s head back at a sharp angle and used that control to regain a few of the steps she’d been forced to cede.
“Don’t think you’re gonna push me around all night, short stuff.” Valerie chided when she’d pressed Clayton’s back against the strands. “You may be strong, but you don’t have the stems to control meHEY!”
Clayton twisted her hips her to spin both women ninety degrees, which lined them up alongside the ropes. Valerie hadn’t quite caught her balance when Becky resumed her forward march, the Army Brat stuffing a hand into Stipanovic’s face to keep her off balance until she bumped butt-first into the middle turnbuckle. Clayton didn’t quite tummy up on the taller brunette, she did however shift both hands to Valerie’s chin, all the better to puuuuuuuuussssh her head back over the ropes until Al Carpenter walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.
“She’s in the ropes, Bex. Break the hold.”
Becky eased the pressure on Stipanovic’s chin, then slid her hands south so she could pat her opponent’s shoulders. Meeting Valerie’s angry stare with nary a flinch, Clayton said, “You may have the legs, but I’ve got the guns.” she busted out a double bicep flex to ensure there was no room for misinterpretation. “And I’ve got more than enough firepower to march you all over this NNGGGH!”
The crack of Valerie’s slap paintbrushing Becky’s cheek was lost in the ‘ooooohhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics, a din that only grew louder when Stems braced a hand against Clayton’s cheek and pie-faced her hard enough to send the former World Champion stumbling back several steps. “You think you’re just gonna step up and flex on me, bytch?” Valerie barked over the roar. “I don’t think so! You’re about to find out that small arms and stubby legs won’t get it done against--”
Becky closed in with a heavy Haymaker that would’ve dented Stipanovic’s chin if she hadn’t dipped beneath it at the last possible second. The force of that wiffed swing meant Clayton had to grab the top rope in both hands to avoid eating a mouthful of top turnbuckle. Cursing the miss, she whipped around and “OOOFFFHH!”
Valerie didn’t miss with her Kneelift, that strong, tan thigh meeting Becky’s tummy with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay. Clayton didn’t actually give any ground following the strike, so Stipanovic slapped her mouth, then clamped down on the other brunette’s shoulders and stuffed her into the corner with an audible BWUNG! Not about to waste a single opportunity to punish her powerhouse foe, Valerie grabbed hold of the top rope to Becky’s right so that she had a suitable anchor when she brought her right foot up and planted it against the shelf of Clayton’s jaw.
“Feeling strong now, shorty?” Stipanovic taunted as she leaned down to grab the bottom and middle ropes, the tag specialist effectively settling into a standing split that had Becky stamping and groaning. “Yeah, that’s what I thought! And that’s what you get for trying to throw your weight around! No one gets away with embarrassing--”
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1d-AJoiEFU
“Off her neck, Val! She’s in the ropes, break the hold!” Al demanded after his charge had worked the choke for several seconds.
Much to his surprise, Valerie nodded and relinquished the hold with no further prompting. Carpenter was about to thank her for the quick response when Stipanovic hooked her hands into claws and raaaaaked them across Clayton’s eyes! “Aw c’mon Val, you know better than WHOAH!”
The ref had to dive out of the way when Valerie spun ‘round and raced to the opposite corner. It wasn’t a long stay, just enough to stamp one foot against the mat. Then she was off again, Stipanovic ignoring her own back-trail in favor of a looping approach that took her out along the ropes and back in to ensure she moving as fast as possible when she whipped her right leg up and THWHACKED a Big Boot off the side of Clayton’s face!
Strong as she was, not even the Camouflage Crusher could endure a direct hit from those superlative stems and remain upright, indeed Clayton only managed a single drunken step before she lost her balance and plopped down on her butt with head lolling against the bottom buckle. This was more than alright with Valerie Stipanovic, indeed it was exactly what she’d hoped for. Having rushed to the next corner in the wake of her initial strike, Stems held her position until Becky hit the canvas. Then she was off like a shot, once again racing along the ropes to ensure pinpoint accuracy when she lashed out with Split Kick that damn near took Clayton’s head off her shoulders!
CORNER BIG BOOT & SPLIT KICK COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=biSo-OSeOnQ
Hanging in the ropes in the wake of this unpleasantness, Stipanovic offered the crowd a satisfied smirk before she pulled free and laid claim to Becky’s boots. A short caveman-style drag deposited the Army Brat in the center of the ring where Valerie pounced across her midsection and drew both legs into Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out an instant after ‘TWO!’, a show of grit that did nothing to endear her to the towering Angelino. “So you want more of my legs, huh stumpy?” Valerie chided as she pulled the woozy former champion to a seat. “Can’t say as I blame you. I’d want more too if my legs were as sad as yours.”
“I… could give… give a damn, about your legs.” Clayton grunted. “But I’m going to LOVE shutting that mouth of EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Stipanovic slid in from behind, snaked her legs around Becky’s waist and bore down with a squeeze so strong it doubled the shorter woman over. “What was that? What’re you gonna do?” Valerie had boosted her butt off the mat to add even more pressure to the already nauseating hold. “Sounds like you’re gonna tap out to make sure I don’t crack your ribs!”
“What do you say, Becky?” Carpenter asked shortly thereafter. “You need me to call it?”
Bex shook her head ‘no’. “Her legs are strong, but they’re not that stronnneeerrrrggggghhhh!”
Valerie gave her foe another squeeze, then dropped to a seat so she could score Clayton’s back with her claws. “Keep doubting me, punk.” Stipanovic advised. “It just means I’ll take my time letting you go when you start to beNGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Camouflage Crusher drove a pair of elbows into her opponent’s thighs, then wedged them in against the sides of her knees and puuuuuuuushed down in an effort to prize the trap open. Angered by the defiance, Val snatched a double handful of hair and jounced Becky’s head up and down despite vociferous objections from Al and her opponent.
“Just give up, bytch!” she demanded. “You’re not getting out that OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Clayton interrupted with a sharp elbow to the ribs, then braced her palms against the sides of Stipanovic’s knees and continued to push down. It looked like freedom was close at hand when Stems curled her left hand into a talon and swiped it across the other wrestler’s eyes! Becky let out a yelp that collapsed into a wheezing groan when Valerie secured the Scissors tighter than ever.
With Clayton still swiping at her stinging features, Stipanovic had no trouble securing a Full Nelson that forced the struggling grappler’s chin down into the top of her own décolletage. Hooks firmly set, Val leaned back and pulled Becky up into her lap, a shift that gave one side of the FAWN Arena an excellent view of the Crusher’s camouflaged rump. Bex only vaguely registered the roars from those assembled before Stems squeezed and rolled forward to THWHUMP her down flat on her tailbone in a torturous Keester Bounce!
“Oooohhh, that sounded like it hurt, cutie.” Valerie giggled as a heavy shudder passed through her opponent’s strong frame. “I’d think about giving up if I were you. Not sure that bubble butt of yours can take much-- hey now, let’s settle down, baby!”
Becky curled both hands into fists and pushed down with her arms to slooooooowly open the clasp of Stipanovic’s NelsNO! Stems stretched those lethal limbs out straight and bore down until she was able to refasten the Nelson. “Feel that, Bex?” the lithesome lovely huffed in her foe’s ear. “You didn’t fall into an industrial vise, those are my thighs grinding against your ribs. If you don’t want them to cut you in half you’ll do the right thing and tap--”
“Don’t waste your breath, skinny.” Clayton interrupted. “You’ll never make me submit. You don’t have what it takes.”
Stipanovic’s eyes narrowed to dark slots, the brunette clearly angered by Becky’s retort. Shifting her fingers into the former World Champion’s hair for a subtle albeit painful grip, Val tugged Clayton’s head this way and that as she continued to compress that sturdy midsection. “What was that, soldier?” Valerie murmured. “Care to repeat what you just said?”
“I said you don’t have what it takes to submit me, ValerWHOOAANNNGGGH!”
Stipanovic went to her back and promptly rolled to a seat to THUMP Clayton’s glutes with another ruthless Keester Bounce. Not that the tally stayed at two for very long, no indeed. It was only a matter of seconds before Valerie punished her prey a third, fourth and fifth time, each new collision earning more sympathy from the Heartbroken crowd. “Care to reevaluate your opinion, flat-butt?” Stipanovic chided so that the first several rows could hear. “Or do I have to give you another canvas spank--” Val trailed off because had started to power out of the Full Nelson again and this time the Scissors weren’t working as a proper deterrent.
Loathe to abandon such a strong position unless there was no other choice, Stems relinquished the Nelson only to palm Clayton’s shoulders so she could drive a quick, short Headbutt into the nape of her neck! From there Valerie twisted left to stretch out flat on her belly, a shift which rolled Becky into an awkwardly stacked pinning predicament. Al noted the cover, however he made no attempt to count it because-- Val continued rolling to return both wrestlers to their original position, then went through that two part cycle no less ten times, the brunette Gamazon subjecting her foe to a nauseating tumble cycle that ultimately ended with Val planted tummy-down on her forearms and Becky folded in half with her legs bicycling frantically through the…
ROLLING BODYSCISSORS PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=loMx1rXFneU
ONE…
TWO…
The Army of One Hot Chick powered out of the Scissors to land heavily on the small of her opponent’s back! Stipanovic cried out in distressed surprise and tried to climb out from underneath, but Bex put a stop to that by catching hold of her biceps. “Where do you think you’re going, Val?” Clayton huffed once she’d set her feet flat. “You wanted to show me how strong you are, so let’s keep it going!”
“This is not what I had in mindEERRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky yanked the taller woman’s arms back and draped them over her thighs so she could cup Valerie’s chin in both hands. “Ooooohhh, look at how supple you are!” the former Courtier teased as she wrenched on the Camel Clutch. “I think even Lenore would be impressed, and she’s never impressed. Want to see if I can touch your toes to the back of your head? Or do you want to submit first?” The Camouflage Crusher made a point to bobble Val’s head to make sure she knew that was a viable option.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Whhhh…. why would I submit to you?” Stems growled after she’d waved off a similar inquiry from Al. “You’re not strong enough to break my Scissors, you’re sure as hell not strong enough to break meEEEEERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton slid south so that she was seated directly atop the slim curve of Stipanovic’s backside. Doing so meant the bendy-back was effectively contorted into a tipped over ‘J’ that had the capacity crowd groaning in their seats. “I don’t think you want to find out how strong I really am, do you Stems?” Becky asked as Val mewled into her cupped palms.
Stipanovic didn’t answer, she just waggled a finger ‘no’ for Carpenter’s second check. “Yuuuuhhh… you’re not strong, Clayton. You’re FAWN’s greatest choke artist and everyone knows it. That’s why you’re going to tap when I get my thighs around your NNNGGGGHHH!”
Becky got to her feet without breaking the Chinlock, meaning Stipanovic was forced onto her knees. She didn’t get much time to celebrate because the BFG hopped up and THUMPED the curve of her rump into Stems’ strained lower back! Val wailed and collapsed onto her belly, then rolled to one side to better tend to her strained spine.
Angered more by the confidence in her foe’s words than the words themselves, Bex ‘flicked’ her togs into place, then palmed Stipanovic’s head in both hands and forced her to stand. Soon as that was accomplished she threaded an arm through Val’s vaunted stems so she could scoop her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Palming the back of Stipanovic’s skull in her free hand, Clayton swung in a full circle so all of the FAWNatics could enjoy Stems’ struggles. Once they were buzzing happily she went up on tiptoe and tossed the towering bendy-back to the deck with a BOOMING Scoop Slam!
“Errrhhhhh!” Stipanovic arched on impact before rolling to her back, Stems clearly eager to keep those vulnerable vertebrae off the canv--THUMP! Bex took to the skies in a high vertical leap, crooked her right elbow up beside her ear and stretched out full length so that she drove every bit of her weight into the small of Valerie’s back!
“Ooooohhhhh…. you bytch!” Stems rolled to her back and beat both heels against the canvas in an effort to dispel the worst of the pain. Becky made no attempt to stop her, indeed the Army Brat wasn’t even close enough to try because she’d ran the ropes following the Elbow Drop. Breathing hard after the Slam and Elbow Drop, Val glanced toward the sound of incoming boots only to brace for impact as she caught a glimpse of Clayton coming in fast, the former World Champion THWHUMPING down atop her stomach in a Big Splash! Those long legs kicked up straight so Becky hooked ‘em both and leaned all her weight across the other brunette’s shoulders to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Val kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’ and rolled to all fours only to cry out in distress when Becky grabbed her hair. “Hair! Hair, Al! Get this cheap-shot artist outta my NNNGGGGHH!”
Clayton repaid Stipanovic’s Headbutt with one of her own, Becky taking care to strike her foe’s wounded back. That stopped all the talk of hair pulling, but the Destroyer was still kind enough to switch over to a Front Facelock. Draping the taller brunette’s near arm across her shoulders, Becky grabbed a handful of white togs and lifted Stems to high noon for a Vertical SupNO! Clayton shifted her hold on Valerie’s thigh and swung her down in front while simultaneously sinking to one knee to THWHUMP Stipanovic’s spine across the post of her thigh!
Val jolted on impact but couldn’t slip clear of her attacker’s knee because Bex braced one hand against the taller wrestler’s chin and the other against one thigh. From there she puuuuuuuuuuushed on both ends while simultaneously jostling her leg up and down, a simple tactic that Stipanovic’s exquisitely bendy frame contorted into an agonized arch.
“Give up.” Clayton demanded after several seconds of spine-straining punishment. “Unless you want me to fold you in half!”
Val shook a finger ‘no, no, no!’ and grunted, “You think this hurts, muscle-head? I’ve had spa treatments more strenuous than UUNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Army Brat pulled her hand away from the Angelino’s thigh just to CRACK it down atop her straining tummy! Bearing down that much harder once she’d resumed her previous grip, Becky noted, “You want it to get worse, tuff girl? I can do that real easy.”
This time Stipanovic offered no response, so Al moved in close and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Val? Need me to call for the bell?”
Stems twitched her head in a motion the ref acknowledged as a negative. “Shuuuuhhh… she can bend me all she wants, I’m not gonna breNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton lit into her with a second tummy slap and followed by redoubling her efforts on the other brunette’s chin and thigh. The ‘TAP!’ chants were quite audible now, yet Val held out as the crown of her head got closer and closer to the apron. “Submit, dammit.” Becky huffed, the strain clear in her voice as clear as that in her shoulders. “Bendy-back doesn’t mean you can’t ERGH! ERGH! ERRRGGGGHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher had full control over one of Stipanovic’s gams, so the lissome lovely brought the other into play, Valerie capitalizing on the awkward position to whip a few Rockette style kicks into the side of her attacker’s skull. Considering the angle her retaliation was more of a Kneelift than kick, but whatever you called it, three of ‘em were more than enough to get Stipanovic shoved clear of the torturous joint. The press of canvas against her torso was a marked improvement from her time in the Backbreaker, alas Valerie didn’t get more than a deep breath to enjoy it before Becky hauled her up with a handful of hair.
In no mood for talk following the rough end to her last stratagem, Clayton caught hold of the brunette’s wrist and stuffed a short Shoulderblock into her sternum just so there was a bit more room between them when she sent Stipanovic into the ropes with an Irish Whip… or not. Stems dug in her heels, caught hold of her own Wristlock and hurled Bex to the strands in her stead. The BFG took this in stride, indeed she came back with a ferocious head of steam behind the Clothesline she swung at Stipanovic’s che--THWHAP! Val planted on her right foot to lash out with the left, driving the sole of her boot into the meat of Clayton’s exposed bicep!
Arm held tight to her chest as she staggered back, Becky shook off the pain and rushed in again, this time dipping low for a Spe--“NNNGGGHH!” Stipanovic had another leggy answer, specifically a quick, stinging kick that caught her adversary flush between the eyes! The former World Champion rocked back on her heels, both arms windmilling wildly as she fought to keep her balance.
Stems didn’t much care for Clayton’s durability so she took a step back to build up a little momentum for the Big Boot she THWHACKED offa the point of Becky’s chin! And still the Army Brat didn’t go down, though she did backpedal all the way to the edge, bounce wobbly-butt into the middle rope and come back at a pace slightly quicker than a drunken lurch. More than ready for the stunned brunette’s approach, Valerie wedged her hands under Clayton’s arms and launched her into the air, not for a Back Body Drop but rather a straight up and down ascent that THWHONK! Stipanovic smashed her right knee against Bex’s forehead as soon as she’d touched down to drop the other wrestler to a woozy, glassy-eyed penance.
POP-UP KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4ebzvx5QwA
Most wrestlers would’ve been delighted to have a Destroyer down on one knee with her defenses scrambled, but Valerie Stipanovic seemed genuinely angered by Clayton’s partial verticality. “You think you’re too tuff to get knocked down?” she grabbed a handful of hair and forced Becky to meet her gaze. “Trust me cutie, there’s no one in FAWN these stems can’t put down!”
Eager to prove that to the Peacemaker and those assembled for Heartbroken, Stems threw it into reverse until there was a sizeable stretch of canvas between she and Clayton. Then she floored it and burned up the distance twice as quickly, Stipanovic hopping into a blink and you’d miss it perch on Becky’s left knee so she could THWHACK her own left knee across the side of her prey’s skull! Bex toppled to one side then got shoveled onto her back so Val could tug the far leg somewhere up around her chin in a Cradle good for the…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J0-aHPPzKU
ONE…
TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky shot a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, much to Stipanovic’s disgust. “C’mon Al, look at this chick!” Val snatched a handful of hair, yanked Clayton’s noggin off the mat and gave it a dismissive shake. “She’s out of it!”
“Not so out of it she couldn’t get a shoulder up.” Carpenter replied. “Match is still live. Get to it.”
Stipanovic treated him to a hard look, then plunged her hands into Becky’s battle damp hair and hauled her to boot-leather with several impatient yanks. Divesting herself of the hair-pull so the zebra wouldn’t complain, Val slipped an arm through Clayton’s thighs to grab a handful of buttocks even as she hooked her other arm over the BFG’s shoulders. The Scoop Slam that followed wasn’t a game changer by any means, but it let folks know that Stipanovic wasn’t going to be pushed around and far more important, it meant Bex was effectively defenseless for what came next. Dropping to her knees directly above Clayton’s head, Valerie leaned forward so she could plant her right hand beside the other brunette’s hip while she caught Becky’s hair with her other hand. The glaze in Clayton’s eyes cracked when Stipanovic wrenched her noggin off the canvas and it shattered as soon as Stems locked those flawless thighs around her head!
Ankles locked in an instant, Val set her palms against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed so hard she earned a breathless whimper from the suffering powerhouse. “What was that, tuff girl?” Val looked over one shoulder to smirk at her flushed foe. “Sounded like air leaking from a balloon… or quit pouring out of a punk!”
Al wouldn’t have phrased it quite like that, but there was no question that Clayton’s complexion was already bright pink and trending toward red. “Need me to call it, Becky?” he asked the former World Champion. “What do you say? Hanging in there?”
‘There’ was barely out of Carpenter’s mouth when Bex brought her right hand up and down to SLAP a defiant response against Stipanovic’s thrumming glutes. “Don’t waste your strength, sweetness.” Valerie snapped after another long constriction. “You’re gonna need the last of it to tap that matTERGH!”
Clayton pounded a pair of hammer punches into those encroaching glutes before she shifted her focus north to the bendy-back’s svelte flanks. Stipanovic didn’t much care for the counterattack so she pushed up a little higher and put even more pressure on the hellacious Headscissors. “Hey, why’s your belly gulping, Becky?” Stems taunted. “Having trouble breathing?” Rather than wait for an answer she raised her right hand, flattened it into a paddle and slap-slap-SLAPPED Clayton’s fluttering abdominals no less than half a dozen times!
This brought nothing but groans from Bex, so Stipanovic balled that hand into a fist and began to punch straight down, Stems occasionally stopping to twist her wrist back ‘n forth. “Check her!” she called to Carpenter after several more seconds. “This is the paunch of a punk if I ever felt one!”
Al had nothing to offer on the validity of Stipanovic’s claim, but there was no questioning the brunette’s demand. Crouching beside his tangled charges, the official tapped Becky’s right shoulder to no response, so he took hold of that wrist and raised her arm to full extension before letting it go. Val nodded in obvious satisfaction as it thumped to the canvas with no resistance. Al raised an index finger and noted, “One.” He took Clayton’s wrist a second time and repeated the experiment with identical results.
“That’s TWO!” Stems chided with an impertinent little waggle of her hips.
“Two.” Al agreed.
Beaming into the collected incredulity of the Heartbroken crowd, Stipanovic feigned some rather obnoxious snoring while Al lifted the Camouflage Crusher’s arm for the third and final ti--“HURRGGGH!”
Valerie bared her teeth in a pained grimace as Bex’s arm cinched around the taller wrestler’s waist, or rather more accurately, Bex’s arms cinched around her waist, the left whipping around from the other side for a brawny, breath-stealing Bear Hug! “Nuuuhhhh… not impressed, stumpy.” Stipanovic grunted in the midst of answering Clayton’s counter with another head-crushing constriction. “Those guns of yours aren’t enough to withstand my squeeWHOOAAAHH!”
The barrel-roll reversed their positions, meaning that the former World Champion’s forehead was pressed against the mat in a rather unenviable position. Mercifully she hadn’t endured for very long before she halved the Bear Hug to plant a hand on the deck, which in turn let her rise to one knee. Once that position was secure she resumed the Bear Hug full force and carefully clambered to full verticality, an accomplishment made all the more impressive because her skull was still swaddled in Stipanovic’s crushing legs. Despite the power of her hold, Valerie found herself in a rather unenviable position. She couldn’t stand the thought of abandoning the Headscissors but neither did she want to occupy a position that screamed, ‘Tombstone me, please.’
In the end she braced her hands against Clayton’s thighs and peeled herself away from the Army Brat’s torso in a sort of vertical push-up. Wasn’t quite as much separation as she would’ve liked, but it took her well outside Tombstone City so--
“Ohhh whatthehelldoyouthinkyouredowhooaaaaaanhhNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Still sporting an ugly flush thanks to those constricting gams, Becky abruptly pivoted them both toward a corner on the far side of the ring and started toward it as quickly as she could. Stipanovic’s palms slowed progress in the beginning, but the BFG was relentless and ultimately Stems secured an answering Waistlock to make sure Clayton didn’t drive her face-first into the second buckBWUUUNG! Bex drove her burden into the corner and sucked in an awful, whistling gasp as her head finally popped free of Valerie’s thighs!
Really pouring it on with the Waistlock as she backed away from the buckles, Becky huffed, “Call me a punk now, princess.”
Val didn’t say anything, a silence Clayton took as tacit approval for her to rush the corner a second time, the determined Destroyer just smashing her opponent’s limber frame against the padded steel rungs. Twisting away from the corner after a third and fourth impact, Bex halved the Waistlock to reach through Stipanovic’s legs with her right hand. Those grasping mitts found each other again within heartbeats, meaning the tag specialist was strapped in nice and tight when Clayton dropped forward and down to THAWHAM her into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a move she’d dubbed Zero Dark Hurty. Becky broke the Cradle on impact but that didn’t mean she relinquished Val’s legs. In truth they remained firmly in the Peacekeeper’s possession because Clayton floated into a snug Back Press that kept Stems under control for…
ZERO DARK HURTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKnhWojKXaY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stipanovic wriggled free of the predicament with half a second to spare, though it was clear from the facedown sprawl that she’d been greatly reduced by the recent bludgeoning. Clayton wasn’t faring much better, though she made it to one knee while Val was still stretched flat and her features had begun to resume their normal shade now that she wasn’t being squeezed like an old tube of toothpaste. Ignoring the pounding in her temples as best she could, Bex filled her hands with the Angelino’s hair and forced the both of ‘em to a tottering verticality.
“Stuuuuhhhh… stubby beeyotch.” Stipanovic groaned as she tried to draw the Camouflage Crusher into a sloppy clench. “Get your Sasquatch hands outta my--”
Clayton did as Stems demanded, neatly shifting over to a Muy Thai-style clasp across the back of Valerie’s neck that she used to toss the taller brunette into the ropes. Stems hit with a low ‘twang’ and returned showing offense, not one of her myriad kicks but a simple Clothesline trained on Becky’s OH NO! The Army Brat crouched, drove her palms into Stipanovic’s tummy and launched her straight into the air. For a moment those dangerous legs were level with Clayton’s noggin, but there was no Scissoring encore. Instead Bex palmed Valerie’s upper thighs in both hands and simply THAWHAMMED her down flat on her back with the Mother of All Powerbombs (MOAPB for short).
MOAPB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBAbaYRYoiY
Clayton’s Commandos howled for their leader to make a cover, but changed their tune in a hurry when she cupped both hands to her mouth and called, “SITUATION NORMAL!”
‘ALL F*CKED UP!’ they roared back a thousand-fold.
With the call sign given, Becky cupped Stipanovic’s ears and peeled her off the mat for the sole purpose of scooping the leggy lovely onto one shoulder. Stems didn’t even get time to settle before Bex clamped down on her biceps and hoisted the beleaguered bendy-back skyward in a weary Reverse Crucifix-lift.
“Puuuuuuhhhh…. put me down.” Val muttered, her voice slurred and sullen. “Put me down, stum--”
The Army Brat tossed her burden up, then threaded her hands across the back of Stipanovic’s noggin to complete the Three Quarters Facelock at the precise moment she kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to PLANT Stems on her face, chest and belly! Valerie tumbled over onto her back whereupon those lethal legs were collected in a tight Back Press that pointed her rump at the rafters while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off the…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky shoved the grappled gams aside at the sound of the bell, then clambered to boot-leather so Al could raise her hand for the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
“Chick brought some serious ordinance to the battlefield.” Bex admitted to the camera when she’d steadied her breathing. “But ordinance alone wasn’t going to stop me tonight. Because I know my objective. And now I’m a little closer.” The Camouflage Crusher strode forward and grabbed hold of the camera. Leaning in close, she asked, “Are you looking over your shoulder yet, Dream? I hope you are. Because the footsteps you’re hearing are mine and they’re only gonna get louder. Better double-time it, princess. Your crazy ass belongs to me.”
The Announcer’s proclamation dimmed the house lights and shifted the ‘tron from the omnipresent FAWN logo to a neon pink outline of a long, lean set of legs walking across the screen from the left. From the opposite side of the screen, another set did the same and, as they met, the lines of the limbs swirled into a cursive font that emerges and settled into ‘Leggs, Inc.’.
Pink pyro shot in diagonal blasts from either side of the stage, the crowd roaring and ready but admittedly somewhat mixed. After all, the Leggs Ladies had shown some rather duplicitous traits during their campaign to dethrone the dearly departed Sweethearts. The last blast of fireworks flew toward the rafters as Rod Stewart’s ‘Hot Legs’ blared from the arena speakers. The long-limbed lovely emerged from the curtain all by her lonesome, Val Stipanovic looking to make her mark in the singles ranks on this particular evening.
VALERIE STIPANOVIC:
Even by herself the team’s anthem was accurate as ever, Valerie had lower limbs to die for, a fact she planned to share with her opposition. Planting herself in the middle of the stage, Stipanovic bent deep, placed two fingers on her bare calf and slooooooooowly drew them all the way up before swatting her tush to emphasize the point. This drew a massive roar from the sold out crowd and a satisfied smile from the brunette Gamazon.
With their combined attention focused solely on her, Val started down the ramp, her long strides gobbling up space in a hurry. Usually talkative, Stipanovic was oddly quiet tonight, not that it stopped the mob from voicing their approval with a single bellowed word.
‘LEGS…LEGS…LEGS!’
Tonight Valerie sported a cutoff gray Calvin Klein hoodie (hood down) unzipped and wide to show the towering beauty’s white sports bra. Multicolored speckles dot throughout the top and her matching boy-cut trunks ride exceedingly high to further accentuate those incredible gams on the rookie. White boots and pink pads finished the slight attire.
Making short work of the steel steps, Valerie strode out to the center of the apron and took her old sweet time bending low to dip through the strands. Straightening up with a sly little flourish, she posted up in front of the hard camera to make sure all eyes were on her even after the Announcer resumed his shtick.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Denver, Colorado and stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, she is BECKY CLAYTON!”
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
BECKY CLAYTON:
Already on their feet, the FAWNatics got even louder when Clayton’s new anthem, ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the BFG plowing through the curtains to take up residence center stage where she treated the FAWNatics to a grin and a brawny double bicep flex. For tonight‘s encounter with the towering Scissor Specialist, the powerhouse blonde sported a black & green camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with flat black pads and boots and few wraps of dark green wrist-tape.
Smile fading as started down the ramp, Becky noted, “Gotta lotta leg on you, Stems, can’t deny that. But if you don’t know how to use them for a strategic retreat this is gonna be a LONG night.” That said, Clayton zigzagged several times to make sure didn’t miss a single FAWNatic. Once that was done Becky bounded up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, Becky spun toward the hard camera and snapped off a crisp salute. Bolstered by a final wave of applause, the Camouflage Crusher turned her attention to Valerie as she backed into the opposite corner where Al Carpenter made a quick check of her pads and boots.
Valerie was out of her corner with the clang of the bell, the near six-footer’s vaunted stems making short work of the canvas between she and Clayton. Not that Becky was content to let Stipanovic come to her, she marched out just as quickly to ensure the brunettes met in the center of the squared circle. No taunting or hesitation from either wrestler, they lunged straight into a Collar & Elbow Tie-Up. It was a stalemate for perhaps three seconds, then Becky squared her shoulders and plowed forward, the Camouflage Crusher marching her opponent back to the corner she’d so recently vacated-- Stipanovic flicked her left foot back and planted it like a kickstand to stop Clayton’s incursion. Shifting one hand from Becky’s shoulder to her chin, the lithesome Angelino forced her foe’s head back at a sharp angle and used that control to regain a few of the steps she’d been forced to cede.
“Don’t think you’re gonna push me around all night, short stuff.” Valerie chided when she’d pressed Clayton’s back against the strands. “You may be strong, but you don’t have the stems to control meHEY!”
Clayton twisted her hips her to spin both women ninety degrees, which lined them up alongside the ropes. Valerie hadn’t quite caught her balance when Becky resumed her forward march, the Army Brat stuffing a hand into Stipanovic’s face to keep her off balance until she bumped butt-first into the middle turnbuckle. Clayton didn’t quite tummy up on the taller brunette, she did however shift both hands to Valerie’s chin, all the better to puuuuuuuuussssh her head back over the ropes until Al Carpenter walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.
“She’s in the ropes, Bex. Break the hold.”
Becky eased the pressure on Stipanovic’s chin, then slid her hands south so she could pat her opponent’s shoulders. Meeting Valerie’s angry stare with nary a flinch, Clayton said, “You may have the legs, but I’ve got the guns.” she busted out a double bicep flex to ensure there was no room for misinterpretation. “And I’ve got more than enough firepower to march you all over this NNGGGH!”
The crack of Valerie’s slap paintbrushing Becky’s cheek was lost in the ‘ooooohhhhh!’ from the FAWNatics, a din that only grew louder when Stems braced a hand against Clayton’s cheek and pie-faced her hard enough to send the former World Champion stumbling back several steps. “You think you’re just gonna step up and flex on me, bytch?” Valerie barked over the roar. “I don’t think so! You’re about to find out that small arms and stubby legs won’t get it done against--”
Becky closed in with a heavy Haymaker that would’ve dented Stipanovic’s chin if she hadn’t dipped beneath it at the last possible second. The force of that wiffed swing meant Clayton had to grab the top rope in both hands to avoid eating a mouthful of top turnbuckle. Cursing the miss, she whipped around and “OOOFFFHH!”
Valerie didn’t miss with her Kneelift, that strong, tan thigh meeting Becky’s tummy with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay. Clayton didn’t actually give any ground following the strike, so Stipanovic slapped her mouth, then clamped down on the other brunette’s shoulders and stuffed her into the corner with an audible BWUNG! Not about to waste a single opportunity to punish her powerhouse foe, Valerie grabbed hold of the top rope to Becky’s right so that she had a suitable anchor when she brought her right foot up and planted it against the shelf of Clayton’s jaw.
“Feeling strong now, shorty?” Stipanovic taunted as she leaned down to grab the bottom and middle ropes, the tag specialist effectively settling into a standing split that had Becky stamping and groaning. “Yeah, that’s what I thought! And that’s what you get for trying to throw your weight around! No one gets away with embarrassing--”
CORNER FOOT CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1d-AJoiEFU
“Off her neck, Val! She’s in the ropes, break the hold!” Al demanded after his charge had worked the choke for several seconds.
Much to his surprise, Valerie nodded and relinquished the hold with no further prompting. Carpenter was about to thank her for the quick response when Stipanovic hooked her hands into claws and raaaaaked them across Clayton’s eyes! “Aw c’mon Val, you know better than WHOAH!”
The ref had to dive out of the way when Valerie spun ‘round and raced to the opposite corner. It wasn’t a long stay, just enough to stamp one foot against the mat. Then she was off again, Stipanovic ignoring her own back-trail in favor of a looping approach that took her out along the ropes and back in to ensure she moving as fast as possible when she whipped her right leg up and THWHACKED a Big Boot off the side of Clayton’s face!
Strong as she was, not even the Camouflage Crusher could endure a direct hit from those superlative stems and remain upright, indeed Clayton only managed a single drunken step before she lost her balance and plopped down on her butt with head lolling against the bottom buckle. This was more than alright with Valerie Stipanovic, indeed it was exactly what she’d hoped for. Having rushed to the next corner in the wake of her initial strike, Stems held her position until Becky hit the canvas. Then she was off like a shot, once again racing along the ropes to ensure pinpoint accuracy when she lashed out with Split Kick that damn near took Clayton’s head off her shoulders!
CORNER BIG BOOT & SPLIT KICK COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=biSo-OSeOnQ
Hanging in the ropes in the wake of this unpleasantness, Stipanovic offered the crowd a satisfied smirk before she pulled free and laid claim to Becky’s boots. A short caveman-style drag deposited the Army Brat in the center of the ring where Valerie pounced across her midsection and drew both legs into Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky kicked out an instant after ‘TWO!’, a show of grit that did nothing to endear her to the towering Angelino. “So you want more of my legs, huh stumpy?” Valerie chided as she pulled the woozy former champion to a seat. “Can’t say as I blame you. I’d want more too if my legs were as sad as yours.”
“I… could give… give a damn, about your legs.” Clayton grunted. “But I’m going to LOVE shutting that mouth of EEERRRRGGGHHH!”
Stipanovic slid in from behind, snaked her legs around Becky’s waist and bore down with a squeeze so strong it doubled the shorter woman over. “What was that? What’re you gonna do?” Valerie had boosted her butt off the mat to add even more pressure to the already nauseating hold. “Sounds like you’re gonna tap out to make sure I don’t crack your ribs!”
“What do you say, Becky?” Carpenter asked shortly thereafter. “You need me to call it?”
Bex shook her head ‘no’. “Her legs are strong, but they’re not that stronnneeerrrrggggghhhh!”
Valerie gave her foe another squeeze, then dropped to a seat so she could score Clayton’s back with her claws. “Keep doubting me, punk.” Stipanovic advised. “It just means I’ll take my time letting you go when you start to beNGH! NGH! NGH!”
The Camouflage Crusher drove a pair of elbows into her opponent’s thighs, then wedged them in against the sides of her knees and puuuuuuuushed down in an effort to prize the trap open. Angered by the defiance, Val snatched a double handful of hair and jounced Becky’s head up and down despite vociferous objections from Al and her opponent.
“Just give up, bytch!” she demanded. “You’re not getting out that OOOFFFFFHHH!”
Clayton interrupted with a sharp elbow to the ribs, then braced her palms against the sides of Stipanovic’s knees and continued to push down. It looked like freedom was close at hand when Stems curled her left hand into a talon and swiped it across the other wrestler’s eyes! Becky let out a yelp that collapsed into a wheezing groan when Valerie secured the Scissors tighter than ever.
With Clayton still swiping at her stinging features, Stipanovic had no trouble securing a Full Nelson that forced the struggling grappler’s chin down into the top of her own décolletage. Hooks firmly set, Val leaned back and pulled Becky up into her lap, a shift that gave one side of the FAWN Arena an excellent view of the Crusher’s camouflaged rump. Bex only vaguely registered the roars from those assembled before Stems squeezed and rolled forward to THWHUMP her down flat on her tailbone in a torturous Keester Bounce!
“Oooohhh, that sounded like it hurt, cutie.” Valerie giggled as a heavy shudder passed through her opponent’s strong frame. “I’d think about giving up if I were you. Not sure that bubble butt of yours can take much-- hey now, let’s settle down, baby!”
Becky curled both hands into fists and pushed down with her arms to slooooooowly open the clasp of Stipanovic’s NelsNO! Stems stretched those lethal limbs out straight and bore down until she was able to refasten the Nelson. “Feel that, Bex?” the lithesome lovely huffed in her foe’s ear. “You didn’t fall into an industrial vise, those are my thighs grinding against your ribs. If you don’t want them to cut you in half you’ll do the right thing and tap--”
“Don’t waste your breath, skinny.” Clayton interrupted. “You’ll never make me submit. You don’t have what it takes.”
Stipanovic’s eyes narrowed to dark slots, the brunette clearly angered by Becky’s retort. Shifting her fingers into the former World Champion’s hair for a subtle albeit painful grip, Val tugged Clayton’s head this way and that as she continued to compress that sturdy midsection. “What was that, soldier?” Valerie murmured. “Care to repeat what you just said?”
“I said you don’t have what it takes to submit me, ValerWHOOAANNNGGGH!”
Stipanovic went to her back and promptly rolled to a seat to THUMP Clayton’s glutes with another ruthless Keester Bounce. Not that the tally stayed at two for very long, no indeed. It was only a matter of seconds before Valerie punished her prey a third, fourth and fifth time, each new collision earning more sympathy from the Heartbroken crowd. “Care to reevaluate your opinion, flat-butt?” Stipanovic chided so that the first several rows could hear. “Or do I have to give you another canvas spank--” Val trailed off because had started to power out of the Full Nelson again and this time the Scissors weren’t working as a proper deterrent.
Loathe to abandon such a strong position unless there was no other choice, Stems relinquished the Nelson only to palm Clayton’s shoulders so she could drive a quick, short Headbutt into the nape of her neck! From there Valerie twisted left to stretch out flat on her belly, a shift which rolled Becky into an awkwardly stacked pinning predicament. Al noted the cover, however he made no attempt to count it because-- Val continued rolling to return both wrestlers to their original position, then went through that two part cycle no less ten times, the brunette Gamazon subjecting her foe to a nauseating tumble cycle that ultimately ended with Val planted tummy-down on her forearms and Becky folded in half with her legs bicycling frantically through the…
ROLLING BODYSCISSORS PIN:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=loMx1rXFneU
ONE…
TWO…
The Army of One Hot Chick powered out of the Scissors to land heavily on the small of her opponent’s back! Stipanovic cried out in distressed surprise and tried to climb out from underneath, but Bex put a stop to that by catching hold of her biceps. “Where do you think you’re going, Val?” Clayton huffed once she’d set her feet flat. “You wanted to show me how strong you are, so let’s keep it going!”
“This is not what I had in mindEERRRRGGGGGGGHHHH!”
Becky yanked the taller woman’s arms back and draped them over her thighs so she could cup Valerie’s chin in both hands. “Ooooohhh, look at how supple you are!” the former Courtier teased as she wrenched on the Camel Clutch. “I think even Lenore would be impressed, and she’s never impressed. Want to see if I can touch your toes to the back of your head? Or do you want to submit first?” The Camouflage Crusher made a point to bobble Val’s head to make sure she knew that was a viable option.
CAMEL CLUTCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoKMIVgl9Lc
“Whhhh…. why would I submit to you?” Stems growled after she’d waved off a similar inquiry from Al. “You’re not strong enough to break my Scissors, you’re sure as hell not strong enough to break meEEEEERRRRGGGGGHHH!”
Clayton slid south so that she was seated directly atop the slim curve of Stipanovic’s backside. Doing so meant the bendy-back was effectively contorted into a tipped over ‘J’ that had the capacity crowd groaning in their seats. “I don’t think you want to find out how strong I really am, do you Stems?” Becky asked as Val mewled into her cupped palms.
Stipanovic didn’t answer, she just waggled a finger ‘no’ for Carpenter’s second check. “Yuuuuhhh… you’re not strong, Clayton. You’re FAWN’s greatest choke artist and everyone knows it. That’s why you’re going to tap when I get my thighs around your NNNGGGGHHH!”
Becky got to her feet without breaking the Chinlock, meaning Stipanovic was forced onto her knees. She didn’t get much time to celebrate because the BFG hopped up and THUMPED the curve of her rump into Stems’ strained lower back! Val wailed and collapsed onto her belly, then rolled to one side to better tend to her strained spine.
Angered more by the confidence in her foe’s words than the words themselves, Bex ‘flicked’ her togs into place, then palmed Stipanovic’s head in both hands and forced her to stand. Soon as that was accomplished she threaded an arm through Val’s vaunted stems so she could scoop her up onto the ball of her right shoulder. Palming the back of Stipanovic’s skull in her free hand, Clayton swung in a full circle so all of the FAWNatics could enjoy Stems’ struggles. Once they were buzzing happily she went up on tiptoe and tossed the towering bendy-back to the deck with a BOOMING Scoop Slam!
“Errrhhhhh!” Stipanovic arched on impact before rolling to her back, Stems clearly eager to keep those vulnerable vertebrae off the canv--THUMP! Bex took to the skies in a high vertical leap, crooked her right elbow up beside her ear and stretched out full length so that she drove every bit of her weight into the small of Valerie’s back!
“Ooooohhhhh…. you bytch!” Stems rolled to her back and beat both heels against the canvas in an effort to dispel the worst of the pain. Becky made no attempt to stop her, indeed the Army Brat wasn’t even close enough to try because she’d ran the ropes following the Elbow Drop. Breathing hard after the Slam and Elbow Drop, Val glanced toward the sound of incoming boots only to brace for impact as she caught a glimpse of Clayton coming in fast, the former World Champion THWHUMPING down atop her stomach in a Big Splash! Those long legs kicked up straight so Becky hooked ‘em both and leaned all her weight across the other brunette’s shoulders to keep her down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Val kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’ and rolled to all fours only to cry out in distress when Becky grabbed her hair. “Hair! Hair, Al! Get this cheap-shot artist outta my NNNGGGGHH!”
Clayton repaid Stipanovic’s Headbutt with one of her own, Becky taking care to strike her foe’s wounded back. That stopped all the talk of hair pulling, but the Destroyer was still kind enough to switch over to a Front Facelock. Draping the taller brunette’s near arm across her shoulders, Becky grabbed a handful of white togs and lifted Stems to high noon for a Vertical SupNO! Clayton shifted her hold on Valerie’s thigh and swung her down in front while simultaneously sinking to one knee to THWHUMP Stipanovic’s spine across the post of her thigh!
Val jolted on impact but couldn’t slip clear of her attacker’s knee because Bex braced one hand against the taller wrestler’s chin and the other against one thigh. From there she puuuuuuuuuuushed on both ends while simultaneously jostling her leg up and down, a simple tactic that Stipanovic’s exquisitely bendy frame contorted into an agonized arch.
“Give up.” Clayton demanded after several seconds of spine-straining punishment. “Unless you want me to fold you in half!”
Val shook a finger ‘no, no, no!’ and grunted, “You think this hurts, muscle-head? I’ve had spa treatments more strenuous than UUNNNGGGGGHHH!”
The Army Brat pulled her hand away from the Angelino’s thigh just to CRACK it down atop her straining tummy! Bearing down that much harder once she’d resumed her previous grip, Becky noted, “You want it to get worse, tuff girl? I can do that real easy.”
This time Stipanovic offered no response, so Al moved in close and sank to one knee. “What do you say, Val? Need me to call for the bell?”
Stems twitched her head in a motion the ref acknowledged as a negative. “Shuuuuhhh… she can bend me all she wants, I’m not gonna breNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton lit into her with a second tummy slap and followed by redoubling her efforts on the other brunette’s chin and thigh. The ‘TAP!’ chants were quite audible now, yet Val held out as the crown of her head got closer and closer to the apron. “Submit, dammit.” Becky huffed, the strain clear in her voice as clear as that in her shoulders. “Bendy-back doesn’t mean you can’t ERGH! ERGH! ERRRGGGGHHH!”
The Camouflage Crusher had full control over one of Stipanovic’s gams, so the lissome lovely brought the other into play, Valerie capitalizing on the awkward position to whip a few Rockette style kicks into the side of her attacker’s skull. Considering the angle her retaliation was more of a Kneelift than kick, but whatever you called it, three of ‘em were more than enough to get Stipanovic shoved clear of the torturous joint. The press of canvas against her torso was a marked improvement from her time in the Backbreaker, alas Valerie didn’t get more than a deep breath to enjoy it before Becky hauled her up with a handful of hair.
In no mood for talk following the rough end to her last stratagem, Clayton caught hold of the brunette’s wrist and stuffed a short Shoulderblock into her sternum just so there was a bit more room between them when she sent Stipanovic into the ropes with an Irish Whip… or not. Stems dug in her heels, caught hold of her own Wristlock and hurled Bex to the strands in her stead. The BFG took this in stride, indeed she came back with a ferocious head of steam behind the Clothesline she swung at Stipanovic’s che--THWHAP! Val planted on her right foot to lash out with the left, driving the sole of her boot into the meat of Clayton’s exposed bicep!
Arm held tight to her chest as she staggered back, Becky shook off the pain and rushed in again, this time dipping low for a Spe--“NNNGGGHH!” Stipanovic had another leggy answer, specifically a quick, stinging kick that caught her adversary flush between the eyes! The former World Champion rocked back on her heels, both arms windmilling wildly as she fought to keep her balance.
Stems didn’t much care for Clayton’s durability so she took a step back to build up a little momentum for the Big Boot she THWHACKED offa the point of Becky’s chin! And still the Army Brat didn’t go down, though she did backpedal all the way to the edge, bounce wobbly-butt into the middle rope and come back at a pace slightly quicker than a drunken lurch. More than ready for the stunned brunette’s approach, Valerie wedged her hands under Clayton’s arms and launched her into the air, not for a Back Body Drop but rather a straight up and down ascent that THWHONK! Stipanovic smashed her right knee against Bex’s forehead as soon as she’d touched down to drop the other wrestler to a woozy, glassy-eyed penance.
POP-UP KNEELIFT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4ebzvx5QwA
Most wrestlers would’ve been delighted to have a Destroyer down on one knee with her defenses scrambled, but Valerie Stipanovic seemed genuinely angered by Clayton’s partial verticality. “You think you’re too tuff to get knocked down?” she grabbed a handful of hair and forced Becky to meet her gaze. “Trust me cutie, there’s no one in FAWN these stems can’t put down!”
Eager to prove that to the Peacemaker and those assembled for Heartbroken, Stems threw it into reverse until there was a sizeable stretch of canvas between she and Clayton. Then she floored it and burned up the distance twice as quickly, Stipanovic hopping into a blink and you’d miss it perch on Becky’s left knee so she could THWHACK her own left knee across the side of her prey’s skull! Bex toppled to one side then got shoveled onto her back so Val could tug the far leg somewhere up around her chin in a Cradle good for the…
SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J0-aHPPzKU
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TWO….
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Becky shot a shoulder off the mat with half a second to spare, much to Stipanovic’s disgust. “C’mon Al, look at this chick!” Val snatched a handful of hair, yanked Clayton’s noggin off the mat and gave it a dismissive shake. “She’s out of it!”
“Not so out of it she couldn’t get a shoulder up.” Carpenter replied. “Match is still live. Get to it.”
Stipanovic treated him to a hard look, then plunged her hands into Becky’s battle damp hair and hauled her to boot-leather with several impatient yanks. Divesting herself of the hair-pull so the zebra wouldn’t complain, Val slipped an arm through Clayton’s thighs to grab a handful of buttocks even as she hooked her other arm over the BFG’s shoulders. The Scoop Slam that followed wasn’t a game changer by any means, but it let folks know that Stipanovic wasn’t going to be pushed around and far more important, it meant Bex was effectively defenseless for what came next. Dropping to her knees directly above Clayton’s head, Valerie leaned forward so she could plant her right hand beside the other brunette’s hip while she caught Becky’s hair with her other hand. The glaze in Clayton’s eyes cracked when Stipanovic wrenched her noggin off the canvas and it shattered as soon as Stems locked those flawless thighs around her head!
Ankles locked in an instant, Val set her palms against the mat and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeezed so hard she earned a breathless whimper from the suffering powerhouse. “What was that, tuff girl?” Val looked over one shoulder to smirk at her flushed foe. “Sounded like air leaking from a balloon… or quit pouring out of a punk!”
Al wouldn’t have phrased it quite like that, but there was no question that Clayton’s complexion was already bright pink and trending toward red. “Need me to call it, Becky?” he asked the former World Champion. “What do you say? Hanging in there?”
‘There’ was barely out of Carpenter’s mouth when Bex brought her right hand up and down to SLAP a defiant response against Stipanovic’s thrumming glutes. “Don’t waste your strength, sweetness.” Valerie snapped after another long constriction. “You’re gonna need the last of it to tap that matTERGH!”
Clayton pounded a pair of hammer punches into those encroaching glutes before she shifted her focus north to the bendy-back’s svelte flanks. Stipanovic didn’t much care for the counterattack so she pushed up a little higher and put even more pressure on the hellacious Headscissors. “Hey, why’s your belly gulping, Becky?” Stems taunted. “Having trouble breathing?” Rather than wait for an answer she raised her right hand, flattened it into a paddle and slap-slap-SLAPPED Clayton’s fluttering abdominals no less than half a dozen times!
This brought nothing but groans from Bex, so Stipanovic balled that hand into a fist and began to punch straight down, Stems occasionally stopping to twist her wrist back ‘n forth. “Check her!” she called to Carpenter after several more seconds. “This is the paunch of a punk if I ever felt one!”
Al had nothing to offer on the validity of Stipanovic’s claim, but there was no questioning the brunette’s demand. Crouching beside his tangled charges, the official tapped Becky’s right shoulder to no response, so he took hold of that wrist and raised her arm to full extension before letting it go. Val nodded in obvious satisfaction as it thumped to the canvas with no resistance. Al raised an index finger and noted, “One.” He took Clayton’s wrist a second time and repeated the experiment with identical results.
“That’s TWO!” Stems chided with an impertinent little waggle of her hips.
“Two.” Al agreed.
Beaming into the collected incredulity of the Heartbroken crowd, Stipanovic feigned some rather obnoxious snoring while Al lifted the Camouflage Crusher’s arm for the third and final ti--“HURRGGGH!”
Valerie bared her teeth in a pained grimace as Bex’s arm cinched around the taller wrestler’s waist, or rather more accurately, Bex’s arms cinched around her waist, the left whipping around from the other side for a brawny, breath-stealing Bear Hug! “Nuuuhhhh… not impressed, stumpy.” Stipanovic grunted in the midst of answering Clayton’s counter with another head-crushing constriction. “Those guns of yours aren’t enough to withstand my squeeWHOOAAAHH!”
The barrel-roll reversed their positions, meaning that the former World Champion’s forehead was pressed against the mat in a rather unenviable position. Mercifully she hadn’t endured for very long before she halved the Bear Hug to plant a hand on the deck, which in turn let her rise to one knee. Once that position was secure she resumed the Bear Hug full force and carefully clambered to full verticality, an accomplishment made all the more impressive because her skull was still swaddled in Stipanovic’s crushing legs. Despite the power of her hold, Valerie found herself in a rather unenviable position. She couldn’t stand the thought of abandoning the Headscissors but neither did she want to occupy a position that screamed, ‘Tombstone me, please.’
In the end she braced her hands against Clayton’s thighs and peeled herself away from the Army Brat’s torso in a sort of vertical push-up. Wasn’t quite as much separation as she would’ve liked, but it took her well outside Tombstone City so--
“Ohhh whatthehelldoyouthinkyouredowhooaaaaaanhhNNNNNGGGGHHHH!”
Still sporting an ugly flush thanks to those constricting gams, Becky abruptly pivoted them both toward a corner on the far side of the ring and started toward it as quickly as she could. Stipanovic’s palms slowed progress in the beginning, but the BFG was relentless and ultimately Stems secured an answering Waistlock to make sure Clayton didn’t drive her face-first into the second buckBWUUUNG! Bex drove her burden into the corner and sucked in an awful, whistling gasp as her head finally popped free of Valerie’s thighs!
Really pouring it on with the Waistlock as she backed away from the buckles, Becky huffed, “Call me a punk now, princess.”
Val didn’t say anything, a silence Clayton took as tacit approval for her to rush the corner a second time, the determined Destroyer just smashing her opponent’s limber frame against the padded steel rungs. Twisting away from the corner after a third and fourth impact, Bex halved the Waistlock to reach through Stipanovic’s legs with her right hand. Those grasping mitts found each other again within heartbeats, meaning the tag specialist was strapped in nice and tight when Clayton dropped forward and down to THAWHAM her into the thinly-sheathed plywood with a move she’d dubbed Zero Dark Hurty. Becky broke the Cradle on impact but that didn’t mean she relinquished Val’s legs. In truth they remained firmly in the Peacekeeper’s possession because Clayton floated into a snug Back Press that kept Stems under control for…
ZERO DARK HURTY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKnhWojKXaY
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Stipanovic wriggled free of the predicament with half a second to spare, though it was clear from the facedown sprawl that she’d been greatly reduced by the recent bludgeoning. Clayton wasn’t faring much better, though she made it to one knee while Val was still stretched flat and her features had begun to resume their normal shade now that she wasn’t being squeezed like an old tube of toothpaste. Ignoring the pounding in her temples as best she could, Bex filled her hands with the Angelino’s hair and forced the both of ‘em to a tottering verticality.
“Stuuuuhhhh… stubby beeyotch.” Stipanovic groaned as she tried to draw the Camouflage Crusher into a sloppy clench. “Get your Sasquatch hands outta my--”
Clayton did as Stems demanded, neatly shifting over to a Muy Thai-style clasp across the back of Valerie’s neck that she used to toss the taller brunette into the ropes. Stems hit with a low ‘twang’ and returned showing offense, not one of her myriad kicks but a simple Clothesline trained on Becky’s OH NO! The Army Brat crouched, drove her palms into Stipanovic’s tummy and launched her straight into the air. For a moment those dangerous legs were level with Clayton’s noggin, but there was no Scissoring encore. Instead Bex palmed Valerie’s upper thighs in both hands and simply THAWHAMMED her down flat on her back with the Mother of All Powerbombs (MOAPB for short).
MOAPB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBAbaYRYoiY
Clayton’s Commandos howled for their leader to make a cover, but changed their tune in a hurry when she cupped both hands to her mouth and called, “SITUATION NORMAL!”
‘ALL F*CKED UP!’ they roared back a thousand-fold.
With the call sign given, Becky cupped Stipanovic’s ears and peeled her off the mat for the sole purpose of scooping the leggy lovely onto one shoulder. Stems didn’t even get time to settle before Bex clamped down on her biceps and hoisted the beleaguered bendy-back skyward in a weary Reverse Crucifix-lift.
“Puuuuuuhhhh…. put me down.” Val muttered, her voice slurred and sullen. “Put me down, stum--”
The Army Brat tossed her burden up, then threaded her hands across the back of Stipanovic’s noggin to complete the Three Quarters Facelock at the precise moment she kicked her legs forward and laid out flat to PLANT Stems on her face, chest and belly! Valerie tumbled over onto her back whereupon those lethal legs were collected in a tight Back Press that pointed her rump at the rafters while Carpenter and the FAWNatics counted off the…
SNAFU:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVO2lW92ozk
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Becky shoved the grappled gams aside at the sound of the bell, then clambered to boot-leather so Al could raise her hand for the Announcer’s proclamation. “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… BECKY CLAYTON!”
“Chick brought some serious ordinance to the battlefield.” Bex admitted to the camera when she’d steadied her breathing. “But ordinance alone wasn’t going to stop me tonight. Because I know my objective. And now I’m a little closer.” The Camouflage Crusher strode forward and grabbed hold of the camera. Leaning in close, she asked, “Are you looking over your shoulder yet, Dream? I hope you are. Because the footsteps you’re hearing are mine and they’re only gonna get louder. Better double-time it, princess. Your crazy ass belongs to me.”