Post by hawkeye on Aug 3, 2020 0:06:50 GMT
Katy Perry’s California Gurls emerges from the sound system and the crowd rises as one, cheering enthusiastically, having adopted the enduring Golden State Wrestling icon back into the FAWN fold. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=F57P9C4SAW4 )
Already adored, the redhead emerges and takes a jaunty stance, hands on hips, admiring the ovation. The assembled welcome and welcome back FAWN’s former Artemis, who hadn’t reached footnote status in her early Orlando foray before blossoming and becoming a star with the LA-based fed as the legendary California Angel Colleen O’Neal.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The blue-eyed beauty waves to her admiring masses, her victory over former teammate Ashley Locke and following dark match success having shown she could play in the ‘bigs’ of central Florida as she seeks a final fitting chapter for a glorious career. The Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native to the ring in her classic sprint. The long-time face of the Golden State franchise dashes to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet, absorbing what a long wonderful road it’s been to lead back to the top-flight where, once upon a time, she had nothing more than a cup of coffee.
The prodigal daughter takes a lap of the FAWN ring. The auburn-haired veteran beaming from ear to ear, reveling in another magnificent moment she never thought likely to see.
If her previous PPV performance was a stiff challenge, upending the blonde Amazon who’d been her friend and partner Aphrodite back in the day, tonight’s fight would be a final exam of sorts in facing a goddess made flesh, another member of the immortal tag champions The Three.
O’Neal makes as though she unclasps her surrendered but never lost GSW championship hardware from around her waist, raising the mock belt high, lifting the decibels further as the Orlando crowd understands her to mean FAWN gold would come, whichever and whenever that might be.
Garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves, the Cali native is ready for her continued prodigal return, giving up her legend’s garb to work her way to the top of women wrestling’s premiere promotion in some thought the twilight of her profession.
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The ring announcer waits for the music to fade and a break in the ovation.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Standing 5’ 3” inches tall and weighing in at 114 pounds. From San Francisco, FAWN’s auburn-haired artist, the California Angel…Colleen O’Neal!”
The crowd roars, the beloved Cali native bowing to her new devoted Choir, face flushing with humility and excitement, the GSW icon ready to continue her lessons in the deep end of the FAWN pool.
The cheers recede to expectant murmurs, the eyes of O’Neal and her new set of followers drawn to the upper stage by a blue and white splash of pyro. Lacuna Coil’s ’Our Truth’ explodes from the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding the organization’s Greek Goddess has returned from a long sabbatical on Mount Olympus to grace them.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB9LXpO6yWo )
The pounding battle anthem draws most of Orlando’s impudent mortals to their feet and to the rails, the assembled jeering loudly enough to rattle the rafters, the volume only growing when the tallish, curvy, olive-skinned brunette makes her divine appearance, an immediate threat to anyone she lays her dark eyes upon.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her most recent time with the immortals on the mount, a deity gazing down from the heights at the unworthy.
Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty, as Addy moves toward the ring in a dark version of her original attire; a revealing black bikini top with an accompanying short, charcoal, pleated skirt giving the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the original familiar blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, now basic black.
The Goddess is without any other accessory, including the gorgeous, leggy Ashley and arguably the most fearsome FAWN fighter ever, Pandora, neither there to provide immoral support.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally perturbed at the audience’s revolting reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle, the brunette making her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at Colleen, then slides through the ropes before claiming her corner. Her own distinct Goddess until joining The Three, the Greek beauty was never a part of the trio of Artemis, Aphrodite and Persephone known as the Pantheon and so doesn’t have the close link Ashley had with O’Neal. However, the air hangs heavy with expectation as the announcer breaks into the growing nervous energy.
“And her opponent. From Lamia, Greece, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
The curvy brunette climbs her corner to look down on the mortals. She raises her arms high and wide, reveling in the boos and catcalls of the jealous heathens. She drops and turns, shouting at the comparatively diminutive Angel.
“The Fates smiled upon you against my sister Ashley. They will not be so kind tonight.”
The bell brings Colleen’s trial to order, both women circling out of their corner, moving closer with each orbit.
Adrianna and O’Neal link in a collar-and-elbow, each leaning in for control and only one finding it, the Greek beauty shoving Colleen into a backpedal so fiercely the Angel can’t keep her feet. Landing on her cheeks, she stares up at the grinning Goddess.
“OK,” the veteran acknowledges, pushing to her feet.
Addy motions the GSW legend forward for another try, taunting the stubborn redhead, offering the mortal another chance to test her mettle.
The blue-eyed beauty seems uninterested at first but the continued baiting by Adrianna bears fruit, perhaps olives, and O’Neal throws herself into the waiting brunette with as much force as her relatively small frame can muster. She skooches Papadopolous back a half step before the Goddess walks Colleen back toward her corner, heaving her the last several steps, O’Neal’s spine THUMPING into the corner, drawing a wince from the Artemis of another era.
Adrianna gives a double bicep flex, placing a loving kiss on each before this time demanding O’Neal try again. Her pride hurt, Colleen roars forward, shouting as she buries a shoulder and runs headlong into the waiting Pappy. This time she forces Adrianna into three backward steps before a clubbing hammer blow between the shoulderblades of the redhead puts Colleen on one knee, arching in pain.
Though this member of The Three is somewhat shorter than her initial combatant Ashley, Colleen discovers the Greek has more power than Locke. The realization only grows when Adrianna wraps both hands around Colleen’s throat and lifts O’Neal from her penitent position to high overhead. O’Neal’s limbs flail wildly, her face growing rosy with her air cut off from the choke.
Castle begins his count and a snarling Pappy tosses Colleen away like a rag doll, the California Angel crashing to earth, drawing in raspy breaths and massaging her neck after contact.
“I’m unsure what heaven you come from Angel,” Adrianna inquires, “but it surely is not Olympus.”
Papdopolous motions a rising Colleen forward again, but this time O’Neal responds in kind, signaling Adrianna to come to her.
“You beckon a Goddess?” the brunette asks, incredulous.
Pappy looks at the canvas, shaking her head, then breaks into a sprint, double axhandle drawn over her body, ready to bring down a hammer blow atop the cranium of the mortal. The consummate professional drops to the canvas and wraps an ankle of the charging Goddess with her legs, tripping Adrianna, Pappy falling to a face-first collision with the middle buckle via the drop toe hold.
Ending on her haunches in front of the buckles, the Goddess presents an inviting target for the risen Colleen and the Angel leaps into a dropkick to Addy’s shoulders that THUMPS the Greek’s forehead into the middle buckle.
Despite a shimmy in her step, Papadoplous pulls up with the help of the ropes, turning to find O’Neal surging toward her. The Angel leaps with a lifted knee, BANGING the bony cap into the lowered jaw of the Goddess, snapping Adrianna’s head back, leaving her leaning into the buckles, arms draped over the top cable on either side.
With the Angel’s Choir chanting for their cherub, Colleen drives a toe kick into the olive-skinned tummy of the former IC and Tag Team champion, doubling Pappy over, her dark eyes bulging.
“Let’s see if we can’t introduce you to match mortality,” Colleen says.
The Golden State icon wraps a side headlock around the deity’s dome and yanks her along for the ride as Colleen hustles toward center stage. Reaching the middle, she leaps legs extended and sits out, bulldogging the brunette into the thinly-sheathed plywood, banging her foe’s braincase yet again. The dazed Goddess absently flops to her back from the force of the impact and Colleen covers in a lateral press, hooking a muscular, olive-skinned stem for the…
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Adrianna throws O’Neal off forcefully, ending in a seated position, blinking her divine faculties back into place. Sent up to her feet from the might of the heave, O’Neal turns and hits the ropes, rebounding into a sprint at Pappy. Her knee leads the way CLUNKING into the chin of the Greek beauty, laying the bigger woman out in a starfish.
Colleen passes on the cover. Instead, she skips over the increasingly mortal appearance of the Goddess Made Flesh, leaps into the middle ropes while grabbing the top, and springboards into a u-turn, dropping in a simple but effective senton across the midriff of the olive-skinned grappler.
A grunting Adrianna jackknifes under the veteran before falling flat to the canvas under another pin attempt from the Angel as she reclines across the bruised abdomen, reaching and collecting a single leg, folding Adrianna for the…
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Again, Adrianna shows she cannot be pinned for the three by some Raggedy Ann-like corporeal form, shoving Colleen off. However, she also illustrates she might not have been ready for the Ginger Genius of grappling, rolling to the ropes, under and out, requiring some recovery time from O’Neal’s early onslaught.
Not taking kindly to the FAWNatics’ lack of faith in her divinity, Adrianna gets into a back-n-forth with a few members of the front row, apparently failing to realize Angel’s, even of a certain age, can fly. A racing O’Neal leaps through the ropes, her suicide dive allowing her to RAM a shoulder into the back of the Goddess, sending the deity lurching forward, CRASHING into the steel barricade.
Colleen, having landed on her feet, spins the wincing Adrianna to face her and lands an echoing backhand chop to the Greek beauty’s chest, the crowd reacting with a reflexive ‘WOO’.
The first chop sends Pappy’s upper half over the railing, returning for another that sounds as vicious but barely moves her. A third again echoes but only receives a glaring sneer in response. Colleen gulps noticeably before being spun into the guardrail, taking the place of the Goddess while Adrianna sends a thundering open hand slap into the redhead’s chest, rocking the veteran. The Greek grappler follows with a second and a third, O’Neal’s body shuddering from the impacts.
Grasping a wrist of the GSW legend, Adrianna sends Colleen sprinting down the length of the ring with an Irish Whip, the Angel forced to bury a shoulder into the steel ring steps to save other parts of her frame. The crash drains the crowd of its enthusiasm as O’Neal puddles at its base.
Noticing Castle’s growing count, the Goddess Made Flesh rolls in and out of the ring then strides to her foe, peeling the Ginger Genius off the thinly-padded concrete. Dipping, she lifts the smaller woman to her chest and, with a mighty grunt of effort, lifts Colleen overhead in a military press before heaving her back into the squared circle between the bottom and middle ropes.
Rising the steps regally, Adrianna steps through the ropes, showing no ill effects from her slow start. She reaches Colleen as O’Neal makes it to her knees. Addy pulls the redhead to her feet and drives a set of raised knees into the abdomen of the seasoned fighter, folding Colleen with each, baby blues bulging. Papadopolous draws the weakened O’Neal into a front facelock, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders. The Greek Goddess vaults the redhead into the air, O’Neal’s boot soles pointed to the rafters.
With Colleen pointing to 12 o’clock, Adrianna effortlessly walks O’Neal to the ropes and drops her so the front of the mortal’s ankles land on the top strand. Spinning her grip from a front facelock to a ¾, Adrianna drops to her beatific backside, delivering her ‘By the Gods’ rope-assisted stunner that leaves Colleen a limp pile.
Seated next to the demolished veteran, Adrianna spreads the redhead into a limp starfish and climbs aboard in an arrogant full-body pin for the…
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While Colleen’s escape is far less impressive than those of the Goddess, it counts the same, O’Neal shoving a shoulder up with a tick to spare.
Adrianna scowls at the temerity of the mortal delaying the inevitable. She mounts the redhead in a forward straddle of O’Neal’s waist, sinks a set of nails into her foe’s mane, pulling up the braincase of the Golden State icon and pounds away with her fists of thunder, crashing balled right hands into Colleen’s hairline. The Angel’s neck loosens with each blow, her head bobbling, the Angel unable to withstand the bombardment and keep her full faculties.
Satisfied she’s drained the fan favorite, the olive-skinned Greek pulls O’Neal up with her, Colleen swaying like a reed in the wind, until Papadopolous dips and wraps her arms around the midriff of the veteran grappler. Addy cinches her powerful guns tight around the San Francisco native’s tummy and lifts her foe to tiptoes and beyond, Colleen captured in the embrace of a Goddess.
Pappy shakes her plaything from side to side, rattling the senses and fight out of the Ginger Genius before flinging her into a corner, O’Neal CRASHING in spine-first. There’s little room to gain momentum but somehow Pappy makes the most of it, an avalanche of heavenly proportions smothering O’Neal beneath, the splash sucking all the optimism out of the arena. The Goddess Made Flesh pivots and shoves the shellshocked Colleen past, the auburn-haired Cali competitor melting to the canvas, finishing in a dazed single file.
Adrianna points to the heavens then mocks pulling a thunderbolt from her quiver. She nimbly climbs the corner, showing a surprisingly supple athleticism for her destroyer-class size. Reaching the clouds, she turns to face her opponent, the stubborn O’Neal gamely pushing toward vertical and turning to find her foe. As she does, Adrianna launches from her perch, muscular stems leading the way as she BLASTS the redhead with Zeus’ Bolt, her version of death from above in the form of a missile dropkick.
The force of the Bolt and its precision, striking Colleen in the chin, sends the Angel flying into a back somersault, ending on her chest, baby blues glassy. The old hand shows her smarts, rolling out under the bottom rope. In a daze, she still has sense enough to know a time out is necessary if she wants to survive Adrianna’s Divine Plan.
Papadoplous moves to the ropes to gaze down upon O’Neal. She demands the Golden State icon return as Colleen leans against the steel barricade, supportive fans slapping her shoulders, providing encouragement, perhaps knowing this time the returnee has bitten off more than she can chew at this point in her illustrious if ‘smaller pond’ career. The crowd begins to chant “ANGEL…ANGEL” and the auburn-haired seraphim responds, throwing her body under the ropes as Castle reaches ‘EIGHT’.
Immediately, Adrianna is upon her, latching onto a handful of fiery mane and a wrist. The Greek grappler reaches center stage then drops to the canvas to join her foe. The Goddess Made Flesh pulls the smaller fighter into her lap and locks her legs around the sides of Colleen’s abdomen from behind, clamping on an ever-tightening body scissors. Medusa’s Coil takes full effect when the curvy brunette adds a claw into the nape of O’Neal’s neck, Addy digging her digits deep into a nerve bundle that has the California Angel spasming in the grip of the Goddess.
Dropping to one knee in front of the grimacing Ginger Genius, Castle asks if O’Neal if she wants to surrender, Papadopolous a bridge too far in her return to FAWN. But Collen shakes her head, grunting out a barely intelligible ‘no’. Frustrated, Addy tightens her coil below, scissors cinching. Above, she batters the veteran, giving up her pincer to thump forearms into the back of O’Neal’s braincase.
Unlocking her legs, Adrianna rises, dragging the reeling O’Neal with her. She slips her head under a limp arm of the redhead while wrapping an arm around the pink-and-blue spandex across the Angel’s midsection. Grabbing a handful of the space age polymer on the near hip, Addy easily launches O’Neal off the canvas. She pivots with an airborne Angel and drops to a knee, trying to snap the spine of the Californian with a side slam backbreaker.
Spinning Side Slam Backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE ).
Pappy disdainfully shoves Colleen’s carcass of the plank of her upper leg, letting her spill to the canvas. On her hands and knees next to the demolished redhead, Adrianna presses one palm into the Angel’s chest, the other into her gulping tummy for the…
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The arrogant pin comes back to bite the immortal, the GSW heroine kicking free and rolling to her side, away from the Goddess, Papadopolous made to wait to claim her inevitable victory. The Greek beauty rises, again tugging the limp, lethargic, overmatched O’Neal to rubbery legs. Suddenly, the Angel swings both arms upward, breaking the one-handed grip on her auburn locks. She surges forward, landing a clothesline across Adrianna’s clavicle that barely budges the Goddess made Flesh. Turning, O’Neal races to the ropes and rebounds, gaining some momentum for her next attack. But instead, Pappy charges her, not waiting for Colleen’s arrival, and decks her with a forearm to the bridge of Colleen’s nose.
Nevertheless, the scrappy redhead scrambles to her feet and takes another swing, the former tag and Intercontinental champ ducking under her rival’s clothesline. With her foe’s swing-and-miss, Adrianna loops an arm around the throat of the Angel from behind and sits out SLAMMING the smaller woman to the mat with her Mediterranean Plunge.
Mediterranean Plunge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP8ff-RNk5c )
Addy scoops an arm behind the ivory stems of the California Angel, rolling her into a ball, stacking the veteran on her shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
Again Colleen survives, if less convincingly, even the most stalwart of her Choir believing the match can’t last much longer, the Goddess imposing her transcendent will.
Ending on her haunches, Adrianna turns her accusatory gaze to Castle, who reflexively backs away from the deity, holding up two fingers as if that’s some sort of proof.
“Even the unbelievers shall bow down before me,” Addy proclaims to the head referee, not making Nick any more comfortable.
With Papadopolous distracted, O’Neal’s able to push her way to vertical of her own volition. But Adrianna quickly finds the Ginger Genius in her crosshairs, sliding next to the Angel, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders and slipping an arm between the legs of the redhead. Addy effortlessly launches Colleen heavenward in a sweeping arc with her Olympus Slam.
Olympus Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9ABHCVOyns )
But the resourceful Bay Area Battler shakes loose on the way up, slipping out of the grasp of the Goddess and landing behind the brunette. Grabbing Addy by each shoulder, Colleen vaults off the canvas, tucking her knees into the immortal’s back. The Angel rips Adrianna off her feet with gravity’s help, laying out and blowing the lungs clean out of the dangerous divinity.
Lungblower ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc-tWNgJqwE )
Adrianna’s body snaps away from the bony backstabber, ending seated before she flops to her side in a daze. For her part, the battered Angel isn’t in much better shape, also on a shoulder and hip a few strides way from the olive-skinned brunette. Both stir and start pushing to their feet in unison and it’s Papadopoulos who’s ready first, lacing her fingers and lifting a double-axhandle to crown the redhead.
O’Neal has different ideas however, shooting a toe kick into the tanned tummy of the curvy Goddess, freezing her foe, Addy bent slightly. It’s enough for Colleen to pivot, snatch Adrianna’s head in a ¾ facelock over a shoulder, and snap mare the bigger woman to the canvas, the resident of Olympus wincing as her tailbone hits flush.
With the Greek grappler on her derriere, the Golden State Warrior shuffles in a backpedal to the ropes behind her and races forward, flipping over a shoulder of the Goddess Made Flesh. She snatches Adrianna’s noggin on the fly-by, pounding Addy’s face into the canvas between Pappy’s outstretched and parted stems.
Adrianna’s upper half whiplashes away from the impact, but she remains seated if wobbling when the risen redhead hits the cables in front of her target this time and NAILS the Black Courtier with a low-rise dropkick to her well-padded chest, finally flattening Papadopoulos into a spreadeagle. The Ginger Genius leans her back across the midriff of the deity, reaching and partially hooking a muscular leg of the brunette for…
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It takes only that single slap of the canvas for Adrianna to shove the California Angel off, pushing the startled veteran all the way up to her knees. O’Neal glances over a shoulder as Addy rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Colleen seemingly beginning to wonder if Adrianna in indeed a higher power.
The freckled fighter pushes to her feet and leaps into a senton above Pappy, still on hands and knees, but the Angel bounces off instead of flattening, the Greek’s spine withstanding the impact, bowing slightly but showing little more. Unable to level Addy to her chest, O’Neal pushes to boot leather, while the power-packed Pappy reaches one knee.
Stepping to her foe, Colleen wraps an arm around the head of the Goddess in a front facelock. She tugs Adrianna to stooped feet and with a determined shout, and SPINS the Architect of The Three to the deck emphatically with a neckbreaker.
Spinning Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEOwZHH6xts )
The Angel drops across her planted foe in a lateral press, hooking a leg and turning her back to Addy’s chest for the…
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Again, the Goddess Made Flesh demonstrates her strength, shoving the redhead off forcefully, though the Choir notices their beloved Angel pushing the count to two even if it isn’t the nearest of falls.
Sensing the momentum, O’Neal hustles to her feet. Perhaps feeling she’s chopped the Goddess down to mortal-sized, the redhead races to the nearest corner and scales the buckles, turning to face her foe, hoping to keep the Goddess grounded.
Adrianna has different ideas however as she’s struggling to vertical while the California Angel takes flight. Instead of spreading her wings, the GSW icon closes into a cannonball, her knees THUMPING into the curvy brunette. Papdopolous is knocked off her stems again, Colleen’s meteora planting Pappy to the canvas, O’Neal riding the destroyer-class deity down and THUMPING her head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The Angel immediately bounces to her feet, passing on another pin attempt, realizing a woman of this size and strength will require something special to stay down. Colleen grabs a wrist and shoulder and grunts as she drags the Greek grappler to her feet. She spins Adrianna in a 180 with a solid forearm smash to the jaw and wraps her arms around the brunette from behind, slapping a baby bearhug around the divinity.
Going for her Golden Bear, the San Fran native tries to lift Adrianna off the canvas. It wouldn’t take more than a few inches of elevation to throw her foe forward onto her pneumatic chest and crash down across her back, sandwiching her into the canvas. But even that limited lift is tough to find, particularly when the Goddess lowers into a crouch, wise to what the veteran has in mind. Colleen groans loudly as she tries again, but not even getting the brunette to tiptoes.
“The folly of mortals,” Adrianna chuckles. She spins within O’Neal’s loosened grip until they’re face to face, at least relatively speaking considering their height difference. Immediately, Addy dips and wraps her arms around the redhead. She cinches tight, drawing a moan, Colleen’s face pinched in pain. And UP O’Neal goes, sent flying in a forward flip with a belly-to-belly, SMASHING DOWN on her backbone. The Angel arches in pain, reaching for the base of her spinal column.
Heaven and Earth put right in the eyes of the Goddess Made Flesh, she casts a fleeting glance over a shoulder to confirm the wreckage and dusts her hands.
“If ever our so-called Intercontinental Champion is flushed from hiding, that harlot Harriet, I’ll do the same to her.”
Papadopoulos strikes a double bicep pose and damned if she doesn’t cut the form of a deity incarnate. After posing to the rightly impressed FAWNatics, she turns and strides to Colleen, the shrewd professional knee-walking toward the ropes, hoping to gain herself some recovery time. But Addy sinks her talons into O’Neal’s auburn mane and pulls her up, the Angel yelping as she’s tugged to vertical.
As quickly as her boot soles are on the canvas, they’re off once more, the Goddess dipping and scooping an arm between the rubbery legs of the Angel. Treating the smaller woman as if a feather, Adrianna pops Colleen onto her right shoulder, in prime slamming position. She doesn’t disappoint, rushing forward in a slight arc to THWUMP Colleen’s already aching spine into the unforgiving plywood with a basic but beautiful body slam.
The power sends O’Neal’s body bouncing off the canvas an inch or two before settling into a spreadeagle. The arrogant Goddess plants a boot into the Angel’s midriff as she haughtily steps atop her foe on her way to the corner. With surprising ease, the destroyer-class deity climbs to her own personal Olympus atop the buckles, turning to face the splayed Angel, Colleen several feet out from the buckles.
With the agility of a high flyer, Adrianna takes off from the heights, collapsing into a tuck at her zenith then spreading her arms and legs wide before CRASHING down across the abdomen of the Angel, DESTROYING the Ginger Genius with her Fire From Olympus frog splash. The impact sends Addy bouncing into the air then colliding with the bruised tummy of the demolished O’Neal a second time. She moves to a condescending schoolgirl pin of the Golden State Warrior, knees pressed into Colleen’s biceps to keep her shoulders flattened, the redhead’s chin tucked into the crease of Pappy’s crotch for the…
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THRENOOO!
The crowd erupts in astonishment and hope when Colleen’s untended lower half flies into the air courtesy a pelvic thrust and budges Adrianna enough for o’Neal to slide a shoulder off the canvas while under the straddle of the Goddess.
Clearly frustrated, Addy draws the ragdolled Angel up with her, bullying the redhead toward the ropes. The Greek grapples sidles behind the flagging O’Neal, ready to lift her smaller foe and drop her throat-first across the top rope in order to hotshot the veteran into a 180-degree turn and complete the Hand of Athena with her breathtaking, defibrillating Heart Punch.
But when the Goddess launches, Colleen’s able to grab the uppermost cable with her palms before her windpipe is forced across the rubber-coated steel. Lower half of the redhead still in her possession, Pappy tries to flip her foe over the ropes to a crashing conclusion on the floor below. But the white-knuckle grip on the cable leaves Colleen on the canvas if on the opposite side of the ropes. Adrianna latches onto the mane of the Choir’s beloved, but the smaller grappler shows her fight. Lacing and cupping her hands behind the neck of the Goddess, Colleen drops to the floor, turning the hotshot on the divine brunette. Adrianna whiplashes away from the strands, grasping at her throat and gagging, dark eyes wide, as she draws in raspy, painful breaths.
Sliding in under the bottom rope, O’Neal pops to her feet and races at the Goddess from behind. Leaping onto Adrianna’s back, she scissors the brunette’s midriff with her ivory stems and slips a sleeper hold around the braincase of the Black Courtier. Pappy tries to shake the Angel off, swinging and flailing but the Ginger Genius is riding tight.
Finally able to reach over a shoulder and gain a hold of Colleen’s cranium, she flips the smaller woman over the front of her shoulder. But as the GSW icon somersaults off Addy’s back, she skillfully catches Adrianna in a ¾ facelock on the way to a seat on the canvas, brashly and brutally STUNNING the Greek grappler. The impact sends Addy bouncing away from the jaw-popping stop, Addy absently flopping to her back in a sedated starfish.
As Pappy starts rolling to her side, the seated redhead slips her legs around the noggin of the Goddess. And when Adrianna reaches her chest, the head of the Goddess is snugly in the crook of Colleen’s lower leg while her opposite number clamps down in a tight scissors from above.
The California Angel rolls down the frame of Adrianna, rising slightly above the struggling brunette. Head trapped inside a newly formed leggy figure of four, Addy presses up on her palms to relieve the pressure but it only allows Colleen to grab the handle of her crossed stem and turn the pressure of her Golden Gate submission up to ‘ELEVEN’.
Golden Gate ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jwwoUadYF0 ) 5:45
As the crowd rises from their seats, the surprise and excitement fueling their roar, the crafty veteran and angelic icon has turned this match on its figurative and literal head.
Gasping and clawing, Adrianna tries to pry her way free, but the trap of the Ginger Genius is well-sprung. Her face reddening and lids fluttering, even a Goddess made Flesh must concede defeat, Addy tapping Colleen’s ivory stem, the curvy brunette’s head, neck and back all screaming at her to surrender.
The riled redhead takes a few seconds to hear the bell. She unhooks her go-to gotcha and pushes to her feet staggering to the middle and pumping her fist at an elated set of FAWNatics.
A few feet away, a panting, gulping Adrianna seems to hardly know what happened. She stares in disbelief at the California Angel flying high center stage and when the Golden State Warrior’s eye catches hers, any thought of teaching the mortal a post-match lesson is gone. Pappy rolls out of the ring, rubbing her throat.
Inside, a spent but animated Angel celebrates with the fans as the ring announcer makes the win official.
“Your winner by submission, the California Angel, Colleen O’Neal!”
The redhead claims a corner, moving to the top and saluting her Choir. Another Goddess engaged. Another beaten.
If this win didn’t prove she belonged in the bigs, heaven help the next woman who’d tangle with an Angel.
Already adored, the redhead emerges and takes a jaunty stance, hands on hips, admiring the ovation. The assembled welcome and welcome back FAWN’s former Artemis, who hadn’t reached footnote status in her early Orlando foray before blossoming and becoming a star with the LA-based fed as the legendary California Angel Colleen O’Neal.
COLLEEN O’NEAL
The blue-eyed beauty waves to her admiring masses, her victory over former teammate Ashley Locke and following dark match success having shown she could play in the ‘bigs’ of central Florida as she seeks a final fitting chapter for a glorious career. The Sunshine State’s version of the Angel’s Choir cheers the Bay Area native to the ring in her classic sprint. The long-time face of the Golden State franchise dashes to the squared circle, sliding in under the bottom rope and popping to her feet, absorbing what a long wonderful road it’s been to lead back to the top-flight where, once upon a time, she had nothing more than a cup of coffee.
The prodigal daughter takes a lap of the FAWN ring. The auburn-haired veteran beaming from ear to ear, reveling in another magnificent moment she never thought likely to see.
If her previous PPV performance was a stiff challenge, upending the blonde Amazon who’d been her friend and partner Aphrodite back in the day, tonight’s fight would be a final exam of sorts in facing a goddess made flesh, another member of the immortal tag champions The Three.
O’Neal makes as though she unclasps her surrendered but never lost GSW championship hardware from around her waist, raising the mock belt high, lifting the decibels further as the Orlando crowd understands her to mean FAWN gold would come, whichever and whenever that might be.
Garbed in her iconic tight spandex one-piece, halved in pink and sky blue with pink boots to mid-thigh and silver fingerless gloves, the Cali native is ready for her continued prodigal return, giving up her legend’s garb to work her way to the top of women wrestling’s premiere promotion in some thought the twilight of her profession.
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The ring announcer waits for the music to fade and a break in the ovation.
“Tonight’s next match is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit. Standing 5’ 3” inches tall and weighing in at 114 pounds. From San Francisco, FAWN’s auburn-haired artist, the California Angel…Colleen O’Neal!”
The crowd roars, the beloved Cali native bowing to her new devoted Choir, face flushing with humility and excitement, the GSW icon ready to continue her lessons in the deep end of the FAWN pool.
The cheers recede to expectant murmurs, the eyes of O’Neal and her new set of followers drawn to the upper stage by a blue and white splash of pyro. Lacuna Coil’s ’Our Truth’ explodes from the speakers, the FAWNatics instantly understanding the organization’s Greek Goddess has returned from a long sabbatical on Mount Olympus to grace them.
( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SB9LXpO6yWo )
The pounding battle anthem draws most of Orlando’s impudent mortals to their feet and to the rails, the assembled jeering loudly enough to rattle the rafters, the volume only growing when the tallish, curvy, olive-skinned brunette makes her divine appearance, an immediate threat to anyone she lays her dark eyes upon.
ADRIANNA PAPADOPOLOUS
It’s immediately clear Adrianna regards the filthy, teeming masses much as she did before her most recent time with the immortals on the mount, a deity gazing down from the heights at the unworthy.
Her subjects stare, momentarily slackjawed at the Greek beauty, as Addy moves toward the ring in a dark version of her original attire; a revealing black bikini top with an accompanying short, charcoal, pleated skirt giving the look of a miniaturized toga, an occasional flash of the original familiar blue panties remaining beneath. Her elbow-pads and boots have gotten the Court treatment as well, now basic black.
The Goddess is without any other accessory, including the gorgeous, leggy Ashley and arguably the most fearsome FAWN fighter ever, Pandora, neither there to provide immoral support.
Still, Papadopolous appears supremely confident if occasionally perturbed at the audience’s revolting reaction to a divine being. She shouts curses at those who push against the barriers in a vain attempt to touch the Goddess.
Adrianna reaches the squared circle, the brunette making her way up the steps. Once there, she glances disapprovingly at Colleen, then slides through the ropes before claiming her corner. Her own distinct Goddess until joining The Three, the Greek beauty was never a part of the trio of Artemis, Aphrodite and Persephone known as the Pantheon and so doesn’t have the close link Ashley had with O’Neal. However, the air hangs heavy with expectation as the announcer breaks into the growing nervous energy.
“And her opponent. From Lamia, Greece, standing five feet nine inches tall and weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the Goddess made flesh. ADRIAHHHHHNNA PAHHHHPADAHHHHPOLOUS.”
The curvy brunette climbs her corner to look down on the mortals. She raises her arms high and wide, reveling in the boos and catcalls of the jealous heathens. She drops and turns, shouting at the comparatively diminutive Angel.
“The Fates smiled upon you against my sister Ashley. They will not be so kind tonight.”
The bell brings Colleen’s trial to order, both women circling out of their corner, moving closer with each orbit.
Adrianna and O’Neal link in a collar-and-elbow, each leaning in for control and only one finding it, the Greek beauty shoving Colleen into a backpedal so fiercely the Angel can’t keep her feet. Landing on her cheeks, she stares up at the grinning Goddess.
“OK,” the veteran acknowledges, pushing to her feet.
Addy motions the GSW legend forward for another try, taunting the stubborn redhead, offering the mortal another chance to test her mettle.
The blue-eyed beauty seems uninterested at first but the continued baiting by Adrianna bears fruit, perhaps olives, and O’Neal throws herself into the waiting brunette with as much force as her relatively small frame can muster. She skooches Papadopolous back a half step before the Goddess walks Colleen back toward her corner, heaving her the last several steps, O’Neal’s spine THUMPING into the corner, drawing a wince from the Artemis of another era.
Adrianna gives a double bicep flex, placing a loving kiss on each before this time demanding O’Neal try again. Her pride hurt, Colleen roars forward, shouting as she buries a shoulder and runs headlong into the waiting Pappy. This time she forces Adrianna into three backward steps before a clubbing hammer blow between the shoulderblades of the redhead puts Colleen on one knee, arching in pain.
Though this member of The Three is somewhat shorter than her initial combatant Ashley, Colleen discovers the Greek has more power than Locke. The realization only grows when Adrianna wraps both hands around Colleen’s throat and lifts O’Neal from her penitent position to high overhead. O’Neal’s limbs flail wildly, her face growing rosy with her air cut off from the choke.
Castle begins his count and a snarling Pappy tosses Colleen away like a rag doll, the California Angel crashing to earth, drawing in raspy breaths and massaging her neck after contact.
“I’m unsure what heaven you come from Angel,” Adrianna inquires, “but it surely is not Olympus.”
Papdopolous motions a rising Colleen forward again, but this time O’Neal responds in kind, signaling Adrianna to come to her.
“You beckon a Goddess?” the brunette asks, incredulous.
Pappy looks at the canvas, shaking her head, then breaks into a sprint, double axhandle drawn over her body, ready to bring down a hammer blow atop the cranium of the mortal. The consummate professional drops to the canvas and wraps an ankle of the charging Goddess with her legs, tripping Adrianna, Pappy falling to a face-first collision with the middle buckle via the drop toe hold.
Ending on her haunches in front of the buckles, the Goddess presents an inviting target for the risen Colleen and the Angel leaps into a dropkick to Addy’s shoulders that THUMPS the Greek’s forehead into the middle buckle.
Despite a shimmy in her step, Papadoplous pulls up with the help of the ropes, turning to find O’Neal surging toward her. The Angel leaps with a lifted knee, BANGING the bony cap into the lowered jaw of the Goddess, snapping Adrianna’s head back, leaving her leaning into the buckles, arms draped over the top cable on either side.
With the Angel’s Choir chanting for their cherub, Colleen drives a toe kick into the olive-skinned tummy of the former IC and Tag Team champion, doubling Pappy over, her dark eyes bulging.
“Let’s see if we can’t introduce you to match mortality,” Colleen says.
The Golden State icon wraps a side headlock around the deity’s dome and yanks her along for the ride as Colleen hustles toward center stage. Reaching the middle, she leaps legs extended and sits out, bulldogging the brunette into the thinly-sheathed plywood, banging her foe’s braincase yet again. The dazed Goddess absently flops to her back from the force of the impact and Colleen covers in a lateral press, hooking a muscular, olive-skinned stem for the…
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Adrianna throws O’Neal off forcefully, ending in a seated position, blinking her divine faculties back into place. Sent up to her feet from the might of the heave, O’Neal turns and hits the ropes, rebounding into a sprint at Pappy. Her knee leads the way CLUNKING into the chin of the Greek beauty, laying the bigger woman out in a starfish.
Colleen passes on the cover. Instead, she skips over the increasingly mortal appearance of the Goddess Made Flesh, leaps into the middle ropes while grabbing the top, and springboards into a u-turn, dropping in a simple but effective senton across the midriff of the olive-skinned grappler.
A grunting Adrianna jackknifes under the veteran before falling flat to the canvas under another pin attempt from the Angel as she reclines across the bruised abdomen, reaching and collecting a single leg, folding Adrianna for the…
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Again, Adrianna shows she cannot be pinned for the three by some Raggedy Ann-like corporeal form, shoving Colleen off. However, she also illustrates she might not have been ready for the Ginger Genius of grappling, rolling to the ropes, under and out, requiring some recovery time from O’Neal’s early onslaught.
Not taking kindly to the FAWNatics’ lack of faith in her divinity, Adrianna gets into a back-n-forth with a few members of the front row, apparently failing to realize Angel’s, even of a certain age, can fly. A racing O’Neal leaps through the ropes, her suicide dive allowing her to RAM a shoulder into the back of the Goddess, sending the deity lurching forward, CRASHING into the steel barricade.
Colleen, having landed on her feet, spins the wincing Adrianna to face her and lands an echoing backhand chop to the Greek beauty’s chest, the crowd reacting with a reflexive ‘WOO’.
The first chop sends Pappy’s upper half over the railing, returning for another that sounds as vicious but barely moves her. A third again echoes but only receives a glaring sneer in response. Colleen gulps noticeably before being spun into the guardrail, taking the place of the Goddess while Adrianna sends a thundering open hand slap into the redhead’s chest, rocking the veteran. The Greek grappler follows with a second and a third, O’Neal’s body shuddering from the impacts.
Grasping a wrist of the GSW legend, Adrianna sends Colleen sprinting down the length of the ring with an Irish Whip, the Angel forced to bury a shoulder into the steel ring steps to save other parts of her frame. The crash drains the crowd of its enthusiasm as O’Neal puddles at its base.
Noticing Castle’s growing count, the Goddess Made Flesh rolls in and out of the ring then strides to her foe, peeling the Ginger Genius off the thinly-padded concrete. Dipping, she lifts the smaller woman to her chest and, with a mighty grunt of effort, lifts Colleen overhead in a military press before heaving her back into the squared circle between the bottom and middle ropes.
Rising the steps regally, Adrianna steps through the ropes, showing no ill effects from her slow start. She reaches Colleen as O’Neal makes it to her knees. Addy pulls the redhead to her feet and drives a set of raised knees into the abdomen of the seasoned fighter, folding Colleen with each, baby blues bulging. Papadopolous draws the weakened O’Neal into a front facelock, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders. The Greek Goddess vaults the redhead into the air, O’Neal’s boot soles pointed to the rafters.
With Colleen pointing to 12 o’clock, Adrianna effortlessly walks O’Neal to the ropes and drops her so the front of the mortal’s ankles land on the top strand. Spinning her grip from a front facelock to a ¾, Adrianna drops to her beatific backside, delivering her ‘By the Gods’ rope-assisted stunner that leaves Colleen a limp pile.
Seated next to the demolished veteran, Adrianna spreads the redhead into a limp starfish and climbs aboard in an arrogant full-body pin for the…
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While Colleen’s escape is far less impressive than those of the Goddess, it counts the same, O’Neal shoving a shoulder up with a tick to spare.
Adrianna scowls at the temerity of the mortal delaying the inevitable. She mounts the redhead in a forward straddle of O’Neal’s waist, sinks a set of nails into her foe’s mane, pulling up the braincase of the Golden State icon and pounds away with her fists of thunder, crashing balled right hands into Colleen’s hairline. The Angel’s neck loosens with each blow, her head bobbling, the Angel unable to withstand the bombardment and keep her full faculties.
Satisfied she’s drained the fan favorite, the olive-skinned Greek pulls O’Neal up with her, Colleen swaying like a reed in the wind, until Papadopolous dips and wraps her arms around the midriff of the veteran grappler. Addy cinches her powerful guns tight around the San Francisco native’s tummy and lifts her foe to tiptoes and beyond, Colleen captured in the embrace of a Goddess.
Pappy shakes her plaything from side to side, rattling the senses and fight out of the Ginger Genius before flinging her into a corner, O’Neal CRASHING in spine-first. There’s little room to gain momentum but somehow Pappy makes the most of it, an avalanche of heavenly proportions smothering O’Neal beneath, the splash sucking all the optimism out of the arena. The Goddess Made Flesh pivots and shoves the shellshocked Colleen past, the auburn-haired Cali competitor melting to the canvas, finishing in a dazed single file.
Adrianna points to the heavens then mocks pulling a thunderbolt from her quiver. She nimbly climbs the corner, showing a surprisingly supple athleticism for her destroyer-class size. Reaching the clouds, she turns to face her opponent, the stubborn O’Neal gamely pushing toward vertical and turning to find her foe. As she does, Adrianna launches from her perch, muscular stems leading the way as she BLASTS the redhead with Zeus’ Bolt, her version of death from above in the form of a missile dropkick.
The force of the Bolt and its precision, striking Colleen in the chin, sends the Angel flying into a back somersault, ending on her chest, baby blues glassy. The old hand shows her smarts, rolling out under the bottom rope. In a daze, she still has sense enough to know a time out is necessary if she wants to survive Adrianna’s Divine Plan.
Papadoplous moves to the ropes to gaze down upon O’Neal. She demands the Golden State icon return as Colleen leans against the steel barricade, supportive fans slapping her shoulders, providing encouragement, perhaps knowing this time the returnee has bitten off more than she can chew at this point in her illustrious if ‘smaller pond’ career. The crowd begins to chant “ANGEL…ANGEL” and the auburn-haired seraphim responds, throwing her body under the ropes as Castle reaches ‘EIGHT’.
Immediately, Adrianna is upon her, latching onto a handful of fiery mane and a wrist. The Greek grappler reaches center stage then drops to the canvas to join her foe. The Goddess Made Flesh pulls the smaller fighter into her lap and locks her legs around the sides of Colleen’s abdomen from behind, clamping on an ever-tightening body scissors. Medusa’s Coil takes full effect when the curvy brunette adds a claw into the nape of O’Neal’s neck, Addy digging her digits deep into a nerve bundle that has the California Angel spasming in the grip of the Goddess.
Dropping to one knee in front of the grimacing Ginger Genius, Castle asks if O’Neal if she wants to surrender, Papadopolous a bridge too far in her return to FAWN. But Collen shakes her head, grunting out a barely intelligible ‘no’. Frustrated, Addy tightens her coil below, scissors cinching. Above, she batters the veteran, giving up her pincer to thump forearms into the back of O’Neal’s braincase.
Unlocking her legs, Adrianna rises, dragging the reeling O’Neal with her. She slips her head under a limp arm of the redhead while wrapping an arm around the pink-and-blue spandex across the Angel’s midsection. Grabbing a handful of the space age polymer on the near hip, Addy easily launches O’Neal off the canvas. She pivots with an airborne Angel and drops to a knee, trying to snap the spine of the Californian with a side slam backbreaker.
Spinning Side Slam Backbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsfA7d2EIRE ).
Pappy disdainfully shoves Colleen’s carcass of the plank of her upper leg, letting her spill to the canvas. On her hands and knees next to the demolished redhead, Adrianna presses one palm into the Angel’s chest, the other into her gulping tummy for the…
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The arrogant pin comes back to bite the immortal, the GSW heroine kicking free and rolling to her side, away from the Goddess, Papadopolous made to wait to claim her inevitable victory. The Greek beauty rises, again tugging the limp, lethargic, overmatched O’Neal to rubbery legs. Suddenly, the Angel swings both arms upward, breaking the one-handed grip on her auburn locks. She surges forward, landing a clothesline across Adrianna’s clavicle that barely budges the Goddess made Flesh. Turning, O’Neal races to the ropes and rebounds, gaining some momentum for her next attack. But instead, Pappy charges her, not waiting for Colleen’s arrival, and decks her with a forearm to the bridge of Colleen’s nose.
Nevertheless, the scrappy redhead scrambles to her feet and takes another swing, the former tag and Intercontinental champ ducking under her rival’s clothesline. With her foe’s swing-and-miss, Adrianna loops an arm around the throat of the Angel from behind and sits out SLAMMING the smaller woman to the mat with her Mediterranean Plunge.
Mediterranean Plunge ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP8ff-RNk5c )
Addy scoops an arm behind the ivory stems of the California Angel, rolling her into a ball, stacking the veteran on her shoulders for the…
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THRNOOO!
Again Colleen survives, if less convincingly, even the most stalwart of her Choir believing the match can’t last much longer, the Goddess imposing her transcendent will.
Ending on her haunches, Adrianna turns her accusatory gaze to Castle, who reflexively backs away from the deity, holding up two fingers as if that’s some sort of proof.
“Even the unbelievers shall bow down before me,” Addy proclaims to the head referee, not making Nick any more comfortable.
With Papadopolous distracted, O’Neal’s able to push her way to vertical of her own volition. But Adrianna quickly finds the Ginger Genius in her crosshairs, sliding next to the Angel, throwing a limp arm of her foe over her shoulders and slipping an arm between the legs of the redhead. Addy effortlessly launches Colleen heavenward in a sweeping arc with her Olympus Slam.
Olympus Slam ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9ABHCVOyns )
But the resourceful Bay Area Battler shakes loose on the way up, slipping out of the grasp of the Goddess and landing behind the brunette. Grabbing Addy by each shoulder, Colleen vaults off the canvas, tucking her knees into the immortal’s back. The Angel rips Adrianna off her feet with gravity’s help, laying out and blowing the lungs clean out of the dangerous divinity.
Lungblower ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rc-tWNgJqwE )
Adrianna’s body snaps away from the bony backstabber, ending seated before she flops to her side in a daze. For her part, the battered Angel isn’t in much better shape, also on a shoulder and hip a few strides way from the olive-skinned brunette. Both stir and start pushing to their feet in unison and it’s Papadopoulos who’s ready first, lacing her fingers and lifting a double-axhandle to crown the redhead.
O’Neal has different ideas however, shooting a toe kick into the tanned tummy of the curvy Goddess, freezing her foe, Addy bent slightly. It’s enough for Colleen to pivot, snatch Adrianna’s head in a ¾ facelock over a shoulder, and snap mare the bigger woman to the canvas, the resident of Olympus wincing as her tailbone hits flush.
With the Greek grappler on her derriere, the Golden State Warrior shuffles in a backpedal to the ropes behind her and races forward, flipping over a shoulder of the Goddess Made Flesh. She snatches Adrianna’s noggin on the fly-by, pounding Addy’s face into the canvas between Pappy’s outstretched and parted stems.
Adrianna’s upper half whiplashes away from the impact, but she remains seated if wobbling when the risen redhead hits the cables in front of her target this time and NAILS the Black Courtier with a low-rise dropkick to her well-padded chest, finally flattening Papadopoulos into a spreadeagle. The Ginger Genius leans her back across the midriff of the deity, reaching and partially hooking a muscular leg of the brunette for…
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It takes only that single slap of the canvas for Adrianna to shove the California Angel off, pushing the startled veteran all the way up to her knees. O’Neal glances over a shoulder as Addy rolls to her chest and pushes to all fours, Colleen seemingly beginning to wonder if Adrianna in indeed a higher power.
The freckled fighter pushes to her feet and leaps into a senton above Pappy, still on hands and knees, but the Angel bounces off instead of flattening, the Greek’s spine withstanding the impact, bowing slightly but showing little more. Unable to level Addy to her chest, O’Neal pushes to boot leather, while the power-packed Pappy reaches one knee.
Stepping to her foe, Colleen wraps an arm around the head of the Goddess in a front facelock. She tugs Adrianna to stooped feet and with a determined shout, and SPINS the Architect of The Three to the deck emphatically with a neckbreaker.
Spinning Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEOwZHH6xts )
The Angel drops across her planted foe in a lateral press, hooking a leg and turning her back to Addy’s chest for the…
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Again, the Goddess Made Flesh demonstrates her strength, shoving the redhead off forcefully, though the Choir notices their beloved Angel pushing the count to two even if it isn’t the nearest of falls.
Sensing the momentum, O’Neal hustles to her feet. Perhaps feeling she’s chopped the Goddess down to mortal-sized, the redhead races to the nearest corner and scales the buckles, turning to face her foe, hoping to keep the Goddess grounded.
Adrianna has different ideas however as she’s struggling to vertical while the California Angel takes flight. Instead of spreading her wings, the GSW icon closes into a cannonball, her knees THUMPING into the curvy brunette. Papdopolous is knocked off her stems again, Colleen’s meteora planting Pappy to the canvas, O’Neal riding the destroyer-class deity down and THUMPING her head and shoulders into the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The Angel immediately bounces to her feet, passing on another pin attempt, realizing a woman of this size and strength will require something special to stay down. Colleen grabs a wrist and shoulder and grunts as she drags the Greek grappler to her feet. She spins Adrianna in a 180 with a solid forearm smash to the jaw and wraps her arms around the brunette from behind, slapping a baby bearhug around the divinity.
Going for her Golden Bear, the San Fran native tries to lift Adrianna off the canvas. It wouldn’t take more than a few inches of elevation to throw her foe forward onto her pneumatic chest and crash down across her back, sandwiching her into the canvas. But even that limited lift is tough to find, particularly when the Goddess lowers into a crouch, wise to what the veteran has in mind. Colleen groans loudly as she tries again, but not even getting the brunette to tiptoes.
“The folly of mortals,” Adrianna chuckles. She spins within O’Neal’s loosened grip until they’re face to face, at least relatively speaking considering their height difference. Immediately, Addy dips and wraps her arms around the redhead. She cinches tight, drawing a moan, Colleen’s face pinched in pain. And UP O’Neal goes, sent flying in a forward flip with a belly-to-belly, SMASHING DOWN on her backbone. The Angel arches in pain, reaching for the base of her spinal column.
Heaven and Earth put right in the eyes of the Goddess Made Flesh, she casts a fleeting glance over a shoulder to confirm the wreckage and dusts her hands.
“If ever our so-called Intercontinental Champion is flushed from hiding, that harlot Harriet, I’ll do the same to her.”
Papadopoulos strikes a double bicep pose and damned if she doesn’t cut the form of a deity incarnate. After posing to the rightly impressed FAWNatics, she turns and strides to Colleen, the shrewd professional knee-walking toward the ropes, hoping to gain herself some recovery time. But Addy sinks her talons into O’Neal’s auburn mane and pulls her up, the Angel yelping as she’s tugged to vertical.
As quickly as her boot soles are on the canvas, they’re off once more, the Goddess dipping and scooping an arm between the rubbery legs of the Angel. Treating the smaller woman as if a feather, Adrianna pops Colleen onto her right shoulder, in prime slamming position. She doesn’t disappoint, rushing forward in a slight arc to THWUMP Colleen’s already aching spine into the unforgiving plywood with a basic but beautiful body slam.
The power sends O’Neal’s body bouncing off the canvas an inch or two before settling into a spreadeagle. The arrogant Goddess plants a boot into the Angel’s midriff as she haughtily steps atop her foe on her way to the corner. With surprising ease, the destroyer-class deity climbs to her own personal Olympus atop the buckles, turning to face the splayed Angel, Colleen several feet out from the buckles.
With the agility of a high flyer, Adrianna takes off from the heights, collapsing into a tuck at her zenith then spreading her arms and legs wide before CRASHING down across the abdomen of the Angel, DESTROYING the Ginger Genius with her Fire From Olympus frog splash. The impact sends Addy bouncing into the air then colliding with the bruised tummy of the demolished O’Neal a second time. She moves to a condescending schoolgirl pin of the Golden State Warrior, knees pressed into Colleen’s biceps to keep her shoulders flattened, the redhead’s chin tucked into the crease of Pappy’s crotch for the…
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THRENOOO!
The crowd erupts in astonishment and hope when Colleen’s untended lower half flies into the air courtesy a pelvic thrust and budges Adrianna enough for o’Neal to slide a shoulder off the canvas while under the straddle of the Goddess.
Clearly frustrated, Addy draws the ragdolled Angel up with her, bullying the redhead toward the ropes. The Greek grapples sidles behind the flagging O’Neal, ready to lift her smaller foe and drop her throat-first across the top rope in order to hotshot the veteran into a 180-degree turn and complete the Hand of Athena with her breathtaking, defibrillating Heart Punch.
But when the Goddess launches, Colleen’s able to grab the uppermost cable with her palms before her windpipe is forced across the rubber-coated steel. Lower half of the redhead still in her possession, Pappy tries to flip her foe over the ropes to a crashing conclusion on the floor below. But the white-knuckle grip on the cable leaves Colleen on the canvas if on the opposite side of the ropes. Adrianna latches onto the mane of the Choir’s beloved, but the smaller grappler shows her fight. Lacing and cupping her hands behind the neck of the Goddess, Colleen drops to the floor, turning the hotshot on the divine brunette. Adrianna whiplashes away from the strands, grasping at her throat and gagging, dark eyes wide, as she draws in raspy, painful breaths.
Sliding in under the bottom rope, O’Neal pops to her feet and races at the Goddess from behind. Leaping onto Adrianna’s back, she scissors the brunette’s midriff with her ivory stems and slips a sleeper hold around the braincase of the Black Courtier. Pappy tries to shake the Angel off, swinging and flailing but the Ginger Genius is riding tight.
Finally able to reach over a shoulder and gain a hold of Colleen’s cranium, she flips the smaller woman over the front of her shoulder. But as the GSW icon somersaults off Addy’s back, she skillfully catches Adrianna in a ¾ facelock on the way to a seat on the canvas, brashly and brutally STUNNING the Greek grappler. The impact sends Addy bouncing away from the jaw-popping stop, Addy absently flopping to her back in a sedated starfish.
As Pappy starts rolling to her side, the seated redhead slips her legs around the noggin of the Goddess. And when Adrianna reaches her chest, the head of the Goddess is snugly in the crook of Colleen’s lower leg while her opposite number clamps down in a tight scissors from above.
The California Angel rolls down the frame of Adrianna, rising slightly above the struggling brunette. Head trapped inside a newly formed leggy figure of four, Addy presses up on her palms to relieve the pressure but it only allows Colleen to grab the handle of her crossed stem and turn the pressure of her Golden Gate submission up to ‘ELEVEN’.
Golden Gate ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jwwoUadYF0 ) 5:45
As the crowd rises from their seats, the surprise and excitement fueling their roar, the crafty veteran and angelic icon has turned this match on its figurative and literal head.
Gasping and clawing, Adrianna tries to pry her way free, but the trap of the Ginger Genius is well-sprung. Her face reddening and lids fluttering, even a Goddess made Flesh must concede defeat, Addy tapping Colleen’s ivory stem, the curvy brunette’s head, neck and back all screaming at her to surrender.
The riled redhead takes a few seconds to hear the bell. She unhooks her go-to gotcha and pushes to her feet staggering to the middle and pumping her fist at an elated set of FAWNatics.
A few feet away, a panting, gulping Adrianna seems to hardly know what happened. She stares in disbelief at the California Angel flying high center stage and when the Golden State Warrior’s eye catches hers, any thought of teaching the mortal a post-match lesson is gone. Pappy rolls out of the ring, rubbing her throat.
Inside, a spent but animated Angel celebrates with the fans as the ring announcer makes the win official.
“Your winner by submission, the California Angel, Colleen O’Neal!”
The redhead claims a corner, moving to the top and saluting her Choir. Another Goddess engaged. Another beaten.
If this win didn’t prove she belonged in the bigs, heaven help the next woman who’d tangle with an Angel.