Post by hawkeye on Sept 3, 2020 1:14:05 GMT
The lively buzz of Slaybor Day conversation hit a chilly snag when A Perfect Circle’s ‘Passive’ escaped through the speakers.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
Suffering through the chills that always suffused his system ahead of this particular talent, the Announcer sucked in a deep breath before resuming his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Noting the worry of the crowd as nothing more than unimportant background noise, the Temptress scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon a camera that’d dared draw close enough to catch her attention. “Tonight, the pleasant delusions of the last several months come to a harsh, abrupt end. I do hope you’re ready, Rebecca.” Her expression suggested that Celia didn’t much care either way, though this apparent indifference didn’t delay her march to the ring in the slightest.
For her latest skirmish with the so-called Peacekeeper, Blassenville sported a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
‘DIAGNOSE ME, CELIA!’
“Terminal underachiever, a lifetime C-student. Probably still surprised / disappointed when Shea London loses. Pleasant and inoffensive, albeit terribly sad.”
That put an end to the sign waving so the Crimson Cagliostro carried on to the great vivisection lab everyone else called the squared circle.
Closing her eyes to better visualize the abject gloom that would befall these cacophonous morons when she stripped the grunt of her gold and pride, Blassenville started up the steps, wiped her boots on the apron and dipped through the ropes. Claiming the center of the ring as her own, the Temptress offered her lab rats a slow double bicep flex, then broke away from Nick Castle’s approach, thus forcing him to trail her to the far corner to carry out his final inspection.
Celia’s anthem was fading into the background din when the Announcer completed this two part equation. “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher, but tonight she is also THEE REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
The noise level quickly spiked into the realm of a noise ordinance violation when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
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!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the victorious veteran blowing through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted aloft the prize she’d won at Summer Swelter. “Knew I was gonna have to put you down sooner or later, doc.” Becky told Celia by way of the cameraman. “I’m really glad it turned out to be sooner.” That said, she draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s round of war games the hardbody blonde wore 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.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped 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, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Celia and simply stared her down.
Blassenville replied with a faint smile. “I’d suggest you take these last moments to admire your belt instead, Rebecca. After all, you’ll be seeing quite a bit of me in the next several minutes.”
The champ snorted, tossed the belt to Nick Castle and strode back to the opposite corner where she settled in for a couple last minute stretches.
Becky Clayton wasn’t known to waste time once the bell sounded, but she seemed even more motivated than usual tonight as she was halfway to the middle of the ring before the CLANG finished echoing in the rafters. For her part the challenger didn’t balk at the incoming threat, indeed she matched Clayton step for step until--
Bex lunged for Celia, forcing the redhead to dip and spin behind the aggressive Destroyer. Taking a few steps back to ensure she was out of striking distance when Clayton turned around, Blassenville noted, “Something’s bothering you, Rebecca. Would you care to discuss it before--”
Becky raised a hand, interrupting the Temptress. “Let’s just cut the bullshyt, shall we? I know what you want. You know what you want. So how about, just once, you cut the super villain monologue and fight me?”
Celia smirked. “Why Rebecca, I’m hurt. You and I? We’re always fighting. Apparently you’re just too foolish to realize HHFFGGGHH!”
Clayton would up for another Haymaker only to dip a shoulder and bury it in the challenger’s midriff! Hooking her arms around Blassenville’s upper thighs, the Camouflage Crusher muscled Celia off her feet and dumped her to the mat with something equal parts Double Leg Takedown and Spinebuster. Celia grimaced, went to cradle the back of her head and immediately regretted it because Clayton scrambled into a full mount and unleashed a whole flurry of jackhammer rights on the challenger’s woozy pate.
It was only a matter of seconds before Blassenville mustered a sturdy guard, yet this didn’t slow Becky in the slightest. Reaching around her opponent’s defenses with one hand, she cupped the nape of Celia’s neck and pulled her into a squirming half-seat that allowed her to PWAK straight Hammer Fists against the crown of the challenger’s skull. “Tonight’s the night, Celia.” Clayton growled as the blows continued to rain down. “You’re finally gonna learn to keep your goddamned nose out of my businUURRGHH!”
The awkward angle meant Blassenville couldn’t answer with punches of her own so she abandoned the guard and cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist for a rib-grinding Bear Hug! Twisting to one knee to force her opponent out of the mount, Celia kept one cheek snug to Clayton’s chest so she could pour more pressure into simple hold. “Oh, you poor, addled idiot. I’ll never let you go. The whole of FAWN is my lab, but you’ll always be my favorite white raNNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky coiled a length of Celia’s coppery braid around one hand and wrenched her head backward so she could pound more Hammer Fists into the other wrestler’s forehead! Such heavy shelling from the likes of The BFG would have most women retreating in a matter of seconds, Celia however squeezed that much harder, though she did make a point to draw Castle’s attention to the obvious infraction. “Closed fists, Castle! And get her off my hair!” she barked.
“You heard her, Bex.” the Senior Official agreed. “Open your hands.”
Clayton stopped dropping bombs, though she didn’t relinquish her hold on the redhead’s hair. Instead she forced blazing eye contact and taunted, “Always knew you couldn’t hold your own in a fist figHHRRHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets halved the Bear Hug (effectively turning it into an exceptionally snug half Waistlock), curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it Clayton’s right flank no less than half a dozen times! “Watch your tone, grunt.” Celia growled as she began to gouge her knuckles in above the champ’s left hip. “You’re in the presence of a superior officer, after RRRGGGHHH!”
Bex abandoned the hair-hold so she could grab the challenger’s shoulders and straighten up as best she could. It wasn’t much as far as high ground was concerned, however it gave Clayton enough room to raise her right arm overhead and THWHUNK the point of that elbow into the bridge of Blassenville’s nose. “Who walked down the ramp with gold around her waist, honeybunch?” Becky dropped another heavy elbow, then gouged the bony joint back and forth. “Come on, let me hear you say OOOWWWW BITHHHGGGHH!”
Celia leaned forward and sank her teeth into the World Champion’s encroaching décolletage! To make matters worse, she promptly resumed the Bear Hug and clambered to her feet which forced Clayton to do the same. Going nose to nose with the Camouflage Crusher after a final mean nibble, Blassenville settled her knotted hands into the hollow of the blonde’s back and shook her left and right.
The assembled FAWNatics murmured in concerned surprise. They certainly knew the Temptress was strong enough to rag-doll any other woman on the roster (even her fellow Destroyers) but it was still quite disconcerting to witness her doing it after absorbing some heavy blows from the champ. Holding her tongue until she’d halted the savage shaking, Celia leaned in so close her lips brushed Clayton’s ear. “Would you like to know a secret, Rebecca? I don’t give a damn about the gaudy prop you so enjoy displaying to the baying mob. But I will TAKE it from you… and KEEP it from Burlingame simply because I so enjoy you both not having HRGH!”
Bex caught her in the temple with a sort of sideswipe Headbutt, then reared back and stretched her arms out at her sides and brought her hands behind Blassenville’s head to SMECK her forearms against the redhead’s ears! Up to this point Clayton had made no attempt to reciprocate the Bear Hug, but now she coiled her arms around Blassenville’s midsection and yanked her up on tiptoe with a crushing constriction!
“You evil, manipulative bytch.” Bex huffed. “The only thing you’re taking from me tonight is the beating of a lifetime!” Celia didn’t reply with words though Clayton could feel an answering squeeze so rather than wait around for it she got low and took the redhead up, around and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex!
Both ladies landed flat but Nick didn’t get a chance to make a count because Becky returned to verticality with Celia hanging in her clutches. Turning a half circle to make sure Blassenville wouldn’t finish up near the ropes, Clayton took her nemesis down with another Belly to Belly, the blonde making a point to sandwich Blassenville’s chest between her own bod and the thinly-sheathed canvas. Now two was a good number, no one would argue that, yet it didn’t hold the talismanic power of three, especially not in the hallowed halls of the FAWN Arena. Thus no one was particularly surprised when Becky hauled the both of ‘em upright once again. With Celia drawn in close, Clayton tipped a saucy wink to the hard camera, then hurled the Temptress up and over, Bex tossing the other Destroyer to within inches of the strands with a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Blassenville sat up on impact, one hand flying to the small of her back while the other hooked onto the middle rope. The grip must’ve steadied her nerves because she scrambled to verticality and rounded on Clayton within sec--“UUUUUGGGGHHH!”
The One Woman Army roared in at top speed and THWHACKED a Clothesline across Celia’s clavicle! Already smudged against the rubber-coated steel, the Crimson Cagliostro was knocked over the top rope and went tumbling to floor below, though the delight of the capacity crowd was somewhat dimmed by the fact that she managed to land on her feet. This didn’t bother Becky Clayton in the slightest, indeed the redhead’s continued verticality served as impetus for the World Champ to climb onto the bottom rope. “C’mon bytch, get back in here!” she shouted down at the stone-faced challenger. “You want to play spoiler? You’re not going to do it out there!”
Celia didn’t retreat, though she made no move to reenter the ring. To Castle she said, “Get her back, Mr. Castle. She may be a execrable World Champion but as a guard dog she’s good at least basic commNNGGHH!”
Clayton juked around the official and lashed out with a kick to the bottom rope, which in turn snapped across the redhead’s face! “Impudent tramp!” Blassenville pressed the heel of one hand to her stinging eye while the other gripped the apron. “You’ll learn your place OOOWWWW!”
Crowded against the ropes from the other side, Bex took the top rope in both hands and hopped into the air to put a little more ‘oomph’ behind the stomp she delivered to the back of Celia’s hand! The Temptress cursed, wrenched her hand out from under the champ’s sole and barked, “Goddammit Castle, I told you to keep her baOOOFFFHHH!”
Clayton leapt again and swung her legs through the gap between bottom and middle rope to THUMP both heels into the redhead’s chest. The truncated Dropkick sent Blassenville reeling toward the barricade and while Becky could’ve pursued then and there, the Camouflage Crusher drew into the ring and raced to the far side before heading back with a full head of steam. A few paces removed from the edge, Clayton left her feet in a headlong dive that sent her shooting over the middle stra-THWHACK!
The Mistress of Puppets saw Bex coming and made her pay with a huge Bicycle Kick to the crown of the skull! Hung out to dry atop the rubber-coated steel, Clayton could only groan in stunned protest when Blassenville caught a double handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaagged her the rest of the way to the floor. Catching a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision, Celia turned to Nick Castle and raised an index finger. “I warn you, Mr. Castle. Now is not the time to test my patience with a quick count.”
“Don’t threaten me, Celia.” the Senior Official warned. “I won’t tolerate that nonsense.”
“Believe me, good sir. If I threaten you, you’ll know it.”
Satisfied that he’d grant her ample time to experiment with her favorite dog-faced lab rat, Blassenville helped herself to another double handful of hair and used it to power Bex to her feet. Once there she slipped an arm between Clayton’s thighs and scooped her up to about shoulder level, though it wasn’t a Body Slam she had in mind. Strolling over to the barricade, she lifted the World Champ over her head (it wasn’t quite as high as say, a Military Press, though Blassenville’s grip on Clayton’s waistband and the resultant wedgie earned similarly appreciative applause) and simply dropped her chest-first atop the unadorned steel!
The BWANG of blonde on barricade set a whole lotta teeth on edge and sent Becky stumbling away from the scene of the accident with both arms strapped across her sternum. Celia followed a couple steps behind, the challenger apparently content to observe for the--CRACK! Strike that, she closed the gap in a single long stride and laid lightning between Clayton’s shoulders with a vile Overhand Slap!
“BYTCH!” Becky whipped around on the spot and started throwing rough Haymakers at the redhead’s noggin. “YOU WANNA BRAWL? COME ON THEN, LET’S HUFH!”
Celia assembled a guard for the sole purpose of getting a hand on the nape of Clayton’s neck, which in turn let her thump a Crossover Kneelift into the champ’s tummy. Bex huffed and tried to shove Blassenville away, but the Crimson Cagliostro gave her head a sharp shake, then bounced her forehead against the apron. “And how do you plan to explain your poor performance in this ‘brawl’ so far, Rebecca?” Celia snuggled in behind the blonde, palmed her head in both hands and began to scrub her features against the abrasive canvas!
“AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! RRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky’s pained shrieking was amusing for a time, but it lacked the element of abject despair that the Temptress liked to cultivate in her experiments so she straightened Clayton up and rushed to the nearest corner to BWONK her forehead against the unforgiving steel. Becky’s knees shimmied violently, though she managed to remain upright by wrapping one arm around the ring-post.
As for Celia, she continued around the corner, then hopped onto the apron and rolled under the bottom rope. Castle noted her arrival and stopped the count only to curse under his breath when the challenger immediately returned to the floor. “I must say, this is as confusing as it is disappointing.” Blassenville addressed her longtime rival from the other side of the post. “You tell me you want to brawl, then turn turtle as soon as I oblige the request. Are the conditions not to your liking, Rebecca? Shall I feed you a few buckets of Natural Ice and get one of these idiots to cue up some Billy Ray Cyrus? Would that help you get into the spirit of thingsSHURGHK!”
Becky shot a hand through the space between the turnbuckles and ring-post to secure a white-knuckle grip on her opponent’s throat! “You’re not spitting out blood and teeth yet, doc.” the BFG explained. “That’s my probNNNGGGGHH!”
Celia took the blonde’s wrist in both hands, braced a foot against her side of the post and pushed away which in turn BWUNKED Clayton’s forehead into the steel! Already wobbling, Becky’s legs gave out entirely and she collapsed to her knees en route to slopping out full length. “Don’t sound so surprised.” Celia sniffed to the ringside FAWNatics and anyone else who dared voice their disdain of her dominance. “The little tin soldier has never been a match for me, be it physically or mentally.”
The Howling Commandos argued this most vociferously, so Blassenville decided to silence them with an undeniable show of force. Stalking around to Clayton’s stretch of the ring, Celia dropped to a knee beside the champ and grabbed hold of the ring skirt. This she flipped up without preamble, but instead of reaching into the shadowy recesses for a weapon or other hardware, she knee-walked down to Becky’s feet and staked a claim to both.
“Snuuuuhhh…sneaking witch.” Clayton pulled and kicked, trying to free her legs with no noticeable success. “Get the hell offa mERRRGGGHH!”
Blassenville stood up, stretched the champ’s legs wide and drilled a quick stomp into the juncture of her thighs! That nauseating impact slowed Bex’s responses to a crawl, meaning she couldn’t prevent Celia from wedging her shins under the redhead’s armpits. Hands locked to keep those strong limbs secure, the Crimson Cagliostro turned a quarter circle so she was facing into the squared circle while Becky was partway under it, the One Woman Army looking up at the canvas-sheathed plywood from beneath. Aching in the aftermath of the Low Blow, Bex didn’t register the presence of the metal support beam running along the apron until the Temptress rocked up on her heels and laid out on her back, the callous redhead DRIVING the champ’s chest into the underside of the support with a steel-reinforced catapult!
With the price of oxygen suddenly sky rocketing, Becky thrashed and squirmed on the floor, her heels smashing an erratic, breathless tattoo against the thin blue pads. She was still wriggling when Celia dragged her out into the light and back to her feet. Catching the champ at trunks and tresses, Blassenville tugged hard enough to get Becky back in the ring and show off a few inches of tan-line as well.
Amused by the fickle whistles of those gathered for these Slaybor Day festivities, Celia climbed onto the apron and took the top rope in both hands. “You can check her after the bell, Mr. Castle.” she said to the hovering official. “Fear not, this will all be over shortly.” Nick stood up and cleared off perhaps a whole second before Blassenville vaulted over the top rope and came down with the full weight of her right thigh THWHUMPING across Clayton’s neck! Becky’s legs popped up on impact so the redhead caught ‘em both in a tight bundle and held ‘em close for the…
SLINGSHOT LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKEG2_KJp_w
ONE…
TWO…
Clayton kicked out at ‘TWO!’ with the same combination of authority and defiance Blassenville had grown to loathe during the last decade.
“Did you think beating that raving incompetent would finally validate you in the eyes of these imbeciles?” the Temptress asked Becky as she used a rough handful of hair to hoist her to all fours. “Poor Rebecca. When will you learn they’ll never see you as anything but OOFH!”
Becky reared back on her knees, palmed the redhead’s hips in both hands and THUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of Celia’s stomach. Blassenville stumbled back a step or two, might’ve made it farther if the BFG hadn’t caught hold at one hip. Curling her free (right) hand into a fist, Clayton fired off three straight rights and finished with an Uppercut, each blow zeroed in on Celia’s navel. The last shot caused Blassenville to abandon her hair-hold so Clayton relinquished her trunk trap and cinched her arms around the challenger’s waist.
Hands locked against the small of Celia’s back, Becky squeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her considerable might and earned an impressed ‘ooooooohhh!’ from the crowd when she got to her feet with Blassenville wriggling in the Bear Hug. “Ya know what’s going to validate me, bytch? Cracking your ribs. Making you scream!”
Clawing and pounding at the champion’s shoulders, Celia actually had the temerity to snort at her rival’s claim. “A do… dubious claim at best, soldier. You don’t have the mental fortitude to do any lasting damage. Nor the mental fortitude to hold onto that title without MY assistNNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, spiking Celia’s undercarriage against the posted joint with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop! Blassenville’s legs trembled violently but the Hug kept her from losing her footing or staggering away, in fact Becky took the opportunity to slide her coil up to just beneath the redhead’s breasts. Rising to her full height with the Bear Hug hooked tighter than ever, the One Woman Army pressed her forehead to Celia’s and growled, “I didn’t need you to put Sue down, which is why I’m going to give her another shot while you’re busy nursing broken ribRRGGGHHHH!”
Blassenville twisted her head to the side and bit down on the blonde’s nose in a tactic that blatantly violated the doctor-patient relationship! Becky shrieked but didn’t abandon the Hug, instead she squeezed that much harder and muscled the Mistress of Puppets off her feet for “NNGGGHH!”
Spitting out Clayton’s nose so she could palm her head in both hands, Celia slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of the champ’s nose, then clamped down on Becky’s left wrist when the let loose to tend to her aches. A quick albeit spiteful Arm Wringer kept Clayton off balance for a couple seconds, plenty of time for Celia to shoulder her away and reel her in to a Kneelift that landed just above the waistband of her bottoms.
Bex doubled up in gut-shot hurt, meaning she couldn’t stop Blassenville from hooking an arm across her waist and hoisting her up under one arm like she was the lightest of Lightweights. With her other arm hooked across the pits of Becky’s knees to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere that wasn’t Temptress approved, Celia spun in a slow circle, showing her burden off to the FAWN Arena before she abruptly dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Becky’s lower back over the plank of her thigh!
“UUGGHHH!” Clayton jolted violently but didn’t tumble to the canvas primarily because Celia refused to let her go. Not that the Crimson Cagliostro pressed down on chin and thigh to exacerbate the Backbreaker, such a tactic would’ve been far too merciful. No, Celia let the powerhouse blonde wriggle for a few seconds, then reset her hooks and stood up with Becky occupying the same bundled position she’d previously endured.
“I know there’s a certain element among you that would love to see this poor wretch broken over my knee.” she explained to the clamoring lab rats. “But physical pain is so crashingly dull. Mental pain however… I could write books on the topic. Observe.” Celia turned another circle to make sure there was no doubt of her control, then she muscled the Camouflage Crusher up to chest level and flipped her over just to go back to one knee to THWHUMP Becky across her thigh courtesy of a Gutbuster.
BACKBREAKER & GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g88mttlbj1I
Clayton retched violently and would’ve wriggled her way off the redhead’s gam if Blassenville hadn’t hooked her right arm across the other wrestler’s lower back. Waggling her left hand over Bex’s defenseless rump, Celia curled her fingers into a talon but rather than claw she simply hooked them into opposing briefs and yanked ‘em up and out in a painful wedgie! “Bytch!”
Clayton cried out more in anger than pain. “You really that tired of being alNGH! OW! OW! OW! OW! F*CKING BRAT!”
Blassenville gave the wedgie a sharp tug, then freed her hand, flattened it into a paddle and spanked the champ’s glutes no less than half a dozen times! Finally satisfied, the Temptress shoved Clayton off her perch and got to her feet and turned around with arms stretched wide to properly welcome the jeers of the sold-out crowd. “Take notes, imbeciles.” she explained. “Rebecca Clayton isn’t a fighter or a hero and she certainly isn’t a champion. She’s nothing more than a squalling brat to be disciplined however I see fiHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Blassenville paid a steep price for dismissing the One Woman Army because rather than roll under the bottom rope or scurry to a corner to tend to her distended trunks, Becky scrambled to verticality and pounced on the challenger, snaking an arm around her throat so she could pound heavy body shots in above her left hip! “Better try harder next time, princess.” Clayton huffed into Celia’s ear as she wrenched her left arm backward in a harsh Chickenwing. “If you don’t tap out in the next ten seconds, that is!” The Destroyer-class blonde threaded her right arm around Blassenville’s throat and knotted her hands together against the side of the redhead’s jaw. Yoking up on the Crossface Chickenwing while simultaneously backpedaling into the middle of the ring, Clayton hopped up and scissored her legs around Celia’s waist to bring the both of ‘em to the canvas with a heavy thud. “Tap!” Bex demanded in the midst of trying to either dislocate the challenger’s shoulders or crack her ribs, whatever came first. “Go on, ya mean little lab nerd. Tap out!”
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkYzmxnf1EM
“What do you say, Celia?” Castle had moved much closer to the action, though he made a point to stick clear of the challenger’s thrashing legs. “Need me to call it?”
“Shut your mouth, idiot.” Celia grunted. “I don’t fear mindless attack dogSSUUUURRRRHH!”
Clayton kicked her legs up and bore down that much harder, her strong thighs digging deep into the redhead’s flanks. To make things worse (or better, depending on your viewpoint) Becky dragged her knuckles up and down the side of of Blassenville’s face while simultaneously grinding her chin into the top of the challenger’s head. “Huh? You say something, Celia? Sorry, someone was crying like a whiny bytch!”
“You’re the whiniest bytch I know, Clayton.” No snide humor from Blassenville now, just undisguised anger as she tried to drag their combined weight across the mat. “Nothing but a recruitment poster pin-up girl with a whole catalogue of excuses to justify her own mediocritNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky broke her clasp, curled her right hand into a fist and pounded several quick punches into Celia’s forehead. After that she gripped the challenger’s cheeks between her thumb and fingers to mash the Blassenville’s features into an embarrassing fish-face! “Wrong again, doc. I’m the FAWN World Champion and right now I’m showing you off for the whole goddamned world!”
The show of brawny domination earned a raucous cheer from the crowd and an infuriated growl from Blassenville, who stopped reaching for the ropes in favor of clamping a death-grip around the champ’s right wrist. “What’s wrong, doc? Don’t like it?” Bex punctuated the taunt by bearing down on the Scissors. “Then go ahead and do something about RRRRRGGGHHH DAMMIT!”
Oh so willing to oblige the champion’s request, Celia curled her fingers around Clayton’s thumb and pulled like she meant to snap it off her hand! Enduring that jagged ache so she could send a sharp constriction through the redhead’s waist, Becky abruptly released the Chickenwing so she could transition into a Half Nelson. Snatching a huge handful of the challenger’s braid, she coiled it around her hand and puuuuuuusssshed down on the back of Blassenville’s until the point of her chin had vanished in the top of her cleavage.
A controlling position for sure, yet one that came at a great price because Celia had yet to abandon her grip on the blonde’s thumb. Still, the One Woman Army wouldn’t remove her hooks, in fact she leaned in and squeezed that much harder. “Let go of my goddamned thumb, Celia.” Clayton hissed through clenched teeth. “Let go or so help me I’ll OOOOOWWWWWW!”
The Temptress had been searching for an answering grip on her rival’s hair, but when Becky snuggled in that much closer she crooked her left arm over the top of Clayton’s head, grabbed her right ear and TWISTED! Cursing aloud, Becky broke the Bodyscissors, pulled her knees in close and booted Celia out of her own grips with a rough kick that sent the challenger barreling across the canvas!
Their time locked together had put considerable strain on both wrestlers, though you never would’ve known it given the way they scrambled to boot-leather and flat out ran at the hated oth--THWHACK! Becky lashed out with a left-handed Clothesline that knocked Blassenville to the deck in a heap.
“Evil bytch.” Clayton kept her right hand pressed to her chest, the pressure made the ache in her thumb a little more tolerable. “No wonder Red Lisa was such a goddamned savage. She learned everything from you, didn’t she?”
Celia did not deign to answer, so the BFG wrapped a hand (her left) around the Louisianan’s braid and scraped her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Though the damage to her thumb was far from pleasant, Clayton’s vaunted upper body strength seemed fully intact judging by the almost effortless way she slipped her right arm between Blassenville’s thighs and ‘hupped’ her onto her right shoulder. Pointing ‘em both at the nearest corner, Bex closed the distance in three long strides, then went up on tiptoe and toss-dropped the Mistress of Puppets face-first onto the top turnbuckle with an eye-watering Snake Eyes!
The impact left Celia woozy but otherwise upright, though her tottering steps more resembled that of a newborn foal rather than one of the most fearsome Destroyers on the roster. Becky’s gait on the other hand was as sure and strong as ever, the One Woman Army having about-faced away from her adversary to march on the far side of the ring while Celia was stumbling away from the corner. Rounding on one heel to the thunder of approaching steps, Blassenville raised a hand on instinct, alas she wasn’t quick enough to intercept the Big Boot that Clayton THWHACKED offa her chin!
SNAKE EYES & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUdlhA6_CQk
Celia hit the deck spread eagled which earned an immediate call for a cover from the Slaybor Day revelers. But Becky ignored the noise, choosing instead to step over (or rather on) Blassenville as she made her way to the corner so recently vacated. From there she made her way through the ropes to the apron and all the way to the third floor where she commanded the best view of their canvas and plywood battlefield. Holding the high ground allowed for quick decisions and Clayton wasted no time leaping out into the void, her right fist drawn up level with that ear to ensure every bit of her hundred and forty-three pounds down elbow-first atop Celia’s defenseless sternum!
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRh_PVWtNGE
Blassenville jolted like a woman touched by a downed power-line and flopped onto her side only for Becky to reel her back immediately thereafter. Sliding into a snug Crossbody, the Peacekeeper pulled the far leg up high and nodded along with Castle’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Celia lifted a shoulder off the mat at two and a half, thus guaranteeing her at least another three seconds in her quest for gold. Becky showed Nick three fingers, got two in return and dealt with her irritation by hauling Blassenville to all fours just so she could slap on a Front Facelock. Hooking on at the redhead’s hip because she damned well could, Bex gave the snug material a little waggle to get the crowd’s attention, then got Celia’s by yanking the lycra up in a savage wedgie that exposed most of one alabaster glute!
“You like that?” Becky made a point to jostle the material back and forth as she hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. “Do ya like that, honeybunch?”
The angry punch pounded into her ribs suggested that Blassenville did not, but Becky didn’t actually give a damn what the Crimson Cagliostro liked, so she tugged the wedgie a few more times before trading over to a half dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes that smashed against her rival’s lower back. With the Temptress properly tenderized, Clayton straightened Celia up and wrapped her left hand around the challenger’s throat while bracing the right against her inner thigh. The FAWNatics knew what was in store not that it stopped them from cheering at the top of their lungs when Clayton muscled her arch-nemesis overhead with a flawless Military Press! Arms fully extended, the BFG turned in a slow circle to return Blassenville’s previous showing off with humiliating inter--“EEERRRGGHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets crooked her left hand into a five-tined spade and jammed it into Bex’s face, paying special attention to her eyes! No one would ever question Clayton’s nerves, but even she couldn’t maintain the stall in the face (no pun intended) of such merciless raking and Blassenville fell clear of the blonde’s grasp within a span of heartbeats.
Clamping down on Clayton’s shoulders as soon as she‘d returned to terra firma, Celia thumped a quick Forearm Smash into the base of her opponent’s skull, then hunched forward and coiled her left arm around the Peacekeeper’s throat and bent her backward into an Inverted Facelock. In the same instant she wrapped her right arm under the champ’s right bicep and locked her hands. Just like that she yoked up on the grip, kicked her left leg back and launched both Destroyers into a twisty barrel roll that THWONKED Becky down on the crown of her skull! Stretched out flat and defenseless by the Temptress’ vile Aversion Therapy, Bex offered a soft, oblivious groan when Blassenville trapped both legs and folded her into a brawny Back Press that lasted through…
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68TRsbJNiY0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton escaped with half a heartbeat to spare if not a little less, judging by the relieved roar of the crowd. Celia didn’t roar, in truth she looked eerily calm as she reared back on her haunches beside the flattened champion. “An excellent show of strength, Rebecca.” the redhead huffed. “But a poor show of intelligence. Exactly what I’d expect from the likes of you.”
“Kiss my ass, you cruel bytch.” Becky panted. “We’re not done yetTTHRRGHH RRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Celia slid forward and planted her right knee on the blonde’s torso, just below her breasts. Then she cupped Clayton’s chin in her right hand and the top of her head in her left so she could craaaaaaaaaaaaank the champ’s neck at a hellacious angle. “On that topic we’re in perfect agreement, Rebecca.” the Temptress sneered. “Though I’d wager we’ve reached the beginning of the end.”
KNEE-PRESSED NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE7DuAJuYGQ
The FAWNatics groaned along with the champ, their shared distress growing all the louder when Celia twisted Becky’s neck enough to make the blonde beat her heels against the canvas. Remarkably serene for someone actively trying to ruin her opponent’s night, Blassenville casually slipped her right thumb into the corner of Clayton’s mouth and pulled the hook until Bex voiced a distorted shriek! “Hold your tongue, Castle.” the Temptress ordered when the Senior Official closed in on his charges. “Rebecca’s not quite ready to face the inevitable, are you RebeccUGH!”
Clayton stopped pawing at the redhead’s clamping hands so she could pound a few counter punches (Bex throwing them over her own torso with short lefts) into the other wrestler’s midsection. “There’s nothing inevitable about you, Blassenville.” she grumbled. “’Cept maybe the shyt coming out of your moutHERRGH!”
Celia yanked the fishhook free, curled that hand into a fist and slammed it down on the bridge of her rival’s nose! Blinking away involuntary tears immediately following the pinpoint blow, Becky rolled over to all fours without getting any farther because Blassenville caught hold of her hair. “Deny it all you want, soldier.” Celia pulled Clayton’s head up and earned rousing boos from those assembled when she scuffed several light, taunting kicks down the side of the blonde’s face. “Yet somehow you always end up on your knees, groveling and pleading for OOOOOWWWW!”
The BFG grabbed hold of Celia’s wrist and tore it from her hair (at the cost of a few strands) so she could bite down on the Temptress’ hand! Blassenville instinctively drew away only to steady her footing, then lunge forward to THWHONK a Kneelift against Clayton’s temple! Bex swooned on the spot and crumpled to her hands and knees. Her forehead would’ve been on the mat too if Blassenville hadn’t cupped the blonde’s ears and drew her into a Standing Headscissors.
A few pulses from her thighs confirmed that Becky was in no condition to squirm free, so the Mistress of Puppets looped her arms around Clayton’s waist and muscled the other Destroyer up over her right shoulder. With the small of Becky’s back nuzzled against the ball of that joint, Celia went up on tiptoe and dropped forward onto her knees whereas Becky Clayton THAWHAMMED down hard on the back of her head and shoulders! The impact left Bex stacked in a tight camouflaged Matchbook that Blassenville glued in place by hooking an arm around Clayton’s right thigh and leeeeeeeeeaning down on her upturned haunches for the…
THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=552KAjCbvkg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The One Woman Army didn’t kick out, rather she shifted her weight just enough to slop over onto her stomach before the decisive ‘THREE!’ Blassenville skewered Castle with a poisonous glare, but didn’t let her attention leave the wounded champion for more than a few seconds. Returning both hands to Clayton’s hair, Celia got to her feet and dragged the blonde up alongside.
A quick knee below the navel had Bex clutching at her tummy while Blassenville took up residence on her left flank and deftly tugged the gaping woman’s left hand between her own parted thighs. Controlling that wrist in her right hand, Blassenville leaned over Clayton’s back and slipped her left arm beneath the blonde’s right bicep to secure the Pumphandle. If the crowd was nervous before they were downright worried now, most of ‘em on the edge of their seat when Celia bent her knees and powered her weary blonde bundle into a gut-down perch on her right shoulder. Head Game incoming, the Crimson Cagliostro cinched her right arm around Becky’s waist and cupped the left over the back of her neNO!
Clayton pumped her legs in a convulsive Mule Kick that sent her sliding down the challenger’s back. Hands on Blassenville’s shoulders the very second she touched down, Becky reared back and THWHUNKED a vengeful Headbutt into the nape of Celia’s neck! The redhead’s legs shivered like a reed in a gale, yet she remained upright because Clayton used her grip to ensure that exact outcome. Spinning Blassenville in a half circle as soon as her legs steadied out, the Peacekeeper slipped an arm through her rival’s thighs and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder. Trepidation gave way to cheers, the capacity crowd rumbling to their feet when Becky grabbed hold of Celia’s biceps and boosted her into the face-first Crucifix that heralded her deadly SNAFNO!
Blassenville fought like a madwoman to escape out the back door and land directly behind the champion. Where Clayton had countered with a Headbutt, Celia braced a shoulder between the champ’s shoulders and plowed forward to send Becky careening not into the ropes, but headlong into Nick Castle! Clayton and Castle met head to head with a dull, vaguely ceramic THWHUNK that put the zebra on the deck and Becky stumbling backwa--
The Temptress hooked a second Pumphandle to muscle the Camouflage Crusher into the same spot she’d so recently escaped. No such luck the second time around, Celia swung her down and sat out full force to PLANT Becky on the back of her neck with a brain-scrambling Head Game! Sliding into a seat on Clayton’s heaving chest, Blassenville hooked the blonde’s right leg behind the knee and cranked it backward in a tight Half Matchbook that lasted through…
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rypMXhm_iew
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
Furious at the lack of count (let alone bell) Celia tossed Clayton’s leg aside and spun to one knee where she discovered the ref cradling his head in both hands. “Congratulations Nicholas.” she growled. “Your ineptitude has officially cost me the FAWN World TitNNGGGHH!”
Blassenville had noted the up-tick in crowd noise following the abandoned count, though in her disgust she’d simply attributed it to the lab rats delighting in her misfortune. That may have been true for some, most however were cheering Susannah Burlingame as she vaulted over the guardrail and dove under the bottom rope. Regaining her feet at a flat out run, the former World Champion hopped up and flicked out her right leg to THWHACK Celia across the back of the skull courtesy an Enzu Shining Wizard!
SUE BURLINGAME:
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKup35qkmlk
Blassenville hit the deck in a heap, but the adrenaline rush of what should’ve been a crowning moment must’ve been going strong because she clambered to verticality and rounded on-- Sue was already upon her, the airborne Rainmaker catching Celia’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock just to PLANT her flat on her face with an Ace Crusher!
ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqTji86lgZE
Sue swiveled to one knee, then rose to her full height, the brunette glaring down at the smashed Temptress with dark, angry eyes. “Learned your lesson yet, asshole?” she murmured. “No one screws with me and lives to see the sun come--”
A hand grabbed Burlingame’s shoulder and whipped her around for a face to face confrontation with none other than Becky Clayton. “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing out here, SuNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
ONE MORE FOR GOOD MEASURE!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4w1SFCSMFo
Sue swatted the champ’s hand aside, sprang up and hooked on another Three Quarters Facelock en route to splattering Clayton’s mug against the mat with a second Ace Crusher!
Positioned between a thief and the recipient of stolen property, Sue looked from Blassenville to Clayton and back again before she grabbed hold of the latter and dragged her into a woozy sprawl across the former. Once that was done she hurried over to Castle, took hold at collar and belt-loops and hauled him over to champion and challenger. “Do your job, dork.”
Sue smacked the back of Nick’s noggin to wake him up, then backpedaled her way out of the ring when the scrambled zebra managed to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
It took quite a bit longer than usual, but eventually Castle tossed a signal to the Timekeeper which allowed the Announcer to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
The response from the crowd was mixed to say the least, as they were clearly displeased by the decisive interference from the heiress. Susan paid them no mind, her attention remained focused on the ring and both women recovering therein. Eventually she nodded and turned to leave, Burlingame apparently satisfied with her night’s work.
She was almost to the stage when a weary voice got on the mic and huffed, “I am so goddamned SICK of you two screwing with my matches.” The Ace paused, then rounded on one heel to stare down the recently vertical Becky Clayton. Seeing she had Burlingame’s attention, the champ went on. “All you had to do was stay out of my business long enough for me to deal with Celia, then you’d have been right back at the front of the line. But you couldn’t do it, could you? Because god forbid the World Title be around anyone else’s waist.”
“It’s mine.” Burlingame called. “I built it. I carried it. I EARNED it.”
“And I didn’t?” Clayton countered. “Ten years, Sue! Been working for this for ten years and you’re so goddamned selfish you can’t even let me defend it without showing your face!”
Sue went to speak only to raise a finger so she could storm over to a FAWN tech to claim a mic. “Maybe if you could beat her on your own I wouldn’t have to be out here all the time.” Burlingame answered to a chorus of OOOOOOOH’s from the FAWNatics. “Nasty ginger bytch gave Dream MY title on a silver platter, there’s no f*cking way I’m going to let her take it from you, even if she IS better.”
Becky’s eyes narrowed and her lips thinned to a pale, furious line. After a deep breath she replied, “It’s clear the two of you have issues to work out. It’s also clear that I won’t be done with either of you unless I do something drastic. So here’s what I propose. “You. Me. Blassenville. Triple Threat at ‘Mania. Elimination style, that way there’s no question about who deserves to carry the World Title. What do you say, SusNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Celia struck from behind with a huge Bicycle Kick to the base of the Peacekeeper’s skull!
Clayton hit the deck in a heap and tumbled to her back, thus allowing the Temptress to sink to one knee, which she braced against the blonde’s chest. Plucking the mic off the mat, Celia raised it to her lips and hissed, “Thank you for the invitation, Rebecca. I graciously accept. See you at ‘Mania.” Blassenville raised her gaze to Sue, who hadn’t moved a muscle. “I assume your answer is the same?”
“F*cking right.” Burlingame agreed. “That title is going back where it belongs.”
“We shall see. Until then…”
Celia dropped the mic and SLAPPED Becky’s face to seal her participation, then stood up and planted a boot atop the champ’s chest. Thus Slaybor Day came to a close not with a triumphant bang, but a grim portent of ‘Mania’s to come.
*******
The next morning…
Still quite sore from the previous evening’s festivities, Celia Blassenville’s mood did not improve when she picked up her phone and discovered no less than fifteen voicemails from the director of Sheltering Pines, an extremely old, extremely discreet outpatient clinic off a little no-name road in the Panhandle.
Allowing herself a moment to brace for the irritation to follow, Blassenville punched a button and brought the phone to her ear.
It only rang twice before being picked up on the other end.
“Dr. Bloch, apologies for the delayed response. Yesterday was an exercise in frustration from start to finish. How can I help you?” Celia’s expression, already dark, settled into barely contained fury after the director’s response. “What do you mean someone CHECKED HER OUT? She’s MY patient!”
The answer did nothing to soothe her nerves.
“Of COURSE I didn’t agree to it, if I had authorized such a transfer you would have seen my name in triplicate on at least half a dozen forms… oh, you saw my signature? A clever forgery then, Dr. Bloch. That woman’s not fit for the outside world, not in the state she’s been in since--”
Celia broke off when Bloch provided the only bit of good news thus far.
“Well if you have her picture, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Send it to me at once! That way we can decide if this situation requires the proper authorities or a more… off-book approach.”
Blassenville’s phone trilled in her ear, signifying the arrival of a text. She opened it and immediately checked the attached picture. Celia’s anger gave way to surprise which in turn faded into an amused smile.
“Fear not, Dr. Bloch. I know the woman in question which means we can consider this a transfer of custody and not a gross breach of security.” Another short pause as she listened to his reply. “Yes, I’m relieved too. Rest assured, I’ll confirm the patient’s location as soon as possible and provide an update by close of business today. You as well, doctor. And Bloch? Don’t EVER let this happen again.”
Celia hung up on another apology and looked at the picture again.
“What are you up to, my friend?” she murmured.
The Temptress honestly didn’t know, but she knew how to find out. After all, the woman who’d spirited her patient away from Sheltering Pines was the name below Bloch’s in her contacts list. Blassenville brought it up, let her thumb hover…
Brewster, Adelaide
Celia pressed the screen and made the call.
PASSIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMe4kVNKvNk
Suffering through the chills that always suffused his system ahead of this particular talent, the Announcer sucked in a deep breath before resuming his duties. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit and it is for the FAWN World Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger. Hailing from New Cannan Louisiana, she stands at five feet nine inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and forty five pounds. She is the Crimson Cagliostro, the Mistress of Puppets and the Eighth Deadly Sin. She is TEMPRESS… CELIA BLASSENVILLE!”
CELIA BLASSENVILLE:
Noting the worry of the crowd as nothing more than unimportant background noise, the Temptress scanned the arena from one end to the other until her gaze settled upon a camera that’d dared draw close enough to catch her attention. “Tonight, the pleasant delusions of the last several months come to a harsh, abrupt end. I do hope you’re ready, Rebecca.” Her expression suggested that Celia didn’t much care either way, though this apparent indifference didn’t delay her march to the ring in the slightest.
For her latest skirmish with the so-called Peacekeeper, Blassenville sported a gleaming black lycra one-piece with long ‘sleeves’ that were comprised of a pair of thin ebon bands that wound around her arms, ending just above the wrists. Her ensemble finished with matching kneepads and gleaming white wrestling boots, while her long copper-colored hair was pulled back into a tight braid that hung almost to the small of her back. As usual the signs on the aisle were painfully uninteresting, save for one that was worthy of at least a brief response:
‘DIAGNOSE ME, CELIA!’
“Terminal underachiever, a lifetime C-student. Probably still surprised / disappointed when Shea London loses. Pleasant and inoffensive, albeit terribly sad.”
That put an end to the sign waving so the Crimson Cagliostro carried on to the great vivisection lab everyone else called the squared circle.
Closing her eyes to better visualize the abject gloom that would befall these cacophonous morons when she stripped the grunt of her gold and pride, Blassenville started up the steps, wiped her boots on the apron and dipped through the ropes. Claiming the center of the ring as her own, the Temptress offered her lab rats a slow double bicep flex, then broke away from Nick Castle’s approach, thus forcing him to trail her to the far corner to carry out his final inspection.
Celia’s anthem was fading into the background din when the Announcer completed this two part equation. “And introducing her opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher, but tonight she is also THEE REIGNING AND DEFENDING FAWN WORLD CHAMPION, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
The noise level quickly spiked into the realm of a noise ordinance violation when ‘White Flag’ hit the speakers.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
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!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the victorious veteran blowing through the curtain to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Greeting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and hoisted aloft the prize she’d won at Summer Swelter. “Knew I was gonna have to put you down sooner or later, doc.” Becky told Celia by way of the cameraman. “I’m really glad it turned out to be sooner.” That said, she draped the belt over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s round of war games the hardbody blonde wore 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.
Taking her time to zig-zag across the aisle so she could swat each and every outstretched hand, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped 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, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other. Still holding the gold high, she turned to Celia and simply stared her down.
Blassenville replied with a faint smile. “I’d suggest you take these last moments to admire your belt instead, Rebecca. After all, you’ll be seeing quite a bit of me in the next several minutes.”
The champ snorted, tossed the belt to Nick Castle and strode back to the opposite corner where she settled in for a couple last minute stretches.
Becky Clayton wasn’t known to waste time once the bell sounded, but she seemed even more motivated than usual tonight as she was halfway to the middle of the ring before the CLANG finished echoing in the rafters. For her part the challenger didn’t balk at the incoming threat, indeed she matched Clayton step for step until--
Bex lunged for Celia, forcing the redhead to dip and spin behind the aggressive Destroyer. Taking a few steps back to ensure she was out of striking distance when Clayton turned around, Blassenville noted, “Something’s bothering you, Rebecca. Would you care to discuss it before--”
Becky raised a hand, interrupting the Temptress. “Let’s just cut the bullshyt, shall we? I know what you want. You know what you want. So how about, just once, you cut the super villain monologue and fight me?”
Celia smirked. “Why Rebecca, I’m hurt. You and I? We’re always fighting. Apparently you’re just too foolish to realize HHFFGGGHH!”
Clayton would up for another Haymaker only to dip a shoulder and bury it in the challenger’s midriff! Hooking her arms around Blassenville’s upper thighs, the Camouflage Crusher muscled Celia off her feet and dumped her to the mat with something equal parts Double Leg Takedown and Spinebuster. Celia grimaced, went to cradle the back of her head and immediately regretted it because Clayton scrambled into a full mount and unleashed a whole flurry of jackhammer rights on the challenger’s woozy pate.
It was only a matter of seconds before Blassenville mustered a sturdy guard, yet this didn’t slow Becky in the slightest. Reaching around her opponent’s defenses with one hand, she cupped the nape of Celia’s neck and pulled her into a squirming half-seat that allowed her to PWAK straight Hammer Fists against the crown of the challenger’s skull. “Tonight’s the night, Celia.” Clayton growled as the blows continued to rain down. “You’re finally gonna learn to keep your goddamned nose out of my businUURRGHH!”
The awkward angle meant Blassenville couldn’t answer with punches of her own so she abandoned the guard and cinched her arms around the blonde’s waist for a rib-grinding Bear Hug! Twisting to one knee to force her opponent out of the mount, Celia kept one cheek snug to Clayton’s chest so she could pour more pressure into simple hold. “Oh, you poor, addled idiot. I’ll never let you go. The whole of FAWN is my lab, but you’ll always be my favorite white raNNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky coiled a length of Celia’s coppery braid around one hand and wrenched her head backward so she could pound more Hammer Fists into the other wrestler’s forehead! Such heavy shelling from the likes of The BFG would have most women retreating in a matter of seconds, Celia however squeezed that much harder, though she did make a point to draw Castle’s attention to the obvious infraction. “Closed fists, Castle! And get her off my hair!” she barked.
“You heard her, Bex.” the Senior Official agreed. “Open your hands.”
Clayton stopped dropping bombs, though she didn’t relinquish her hold on the redhead’s hair. Instead she forced blazing eye contact and taunted, “Always knew you couldn’t hold your own in a fist figHHRRHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets halved the Bear Hug (effectively turning it into an exceptionally snug half Waistlock), curled her left hand into a fist and pounded it Clayton’s right flank no less than half a dozen times! “Watch your tone, grunt.” Celia growled as she began to gouge her knuckles in above the champ’s left hip. “You’re in the presence of a superior officer, after RRRGGGHHH!”
Bex abandoned the hair-hold so she could grab the challenger’s shoulders and straighten up as best she could. It wasn’t much as far as high ground was concerned, however it gave Clayton enough room to raise her right arm overhead and THWHUNK the point of that elbow into the bridge of Blassenville’s nose. “Who walked down the ramp with gold around her waist, honeybunch?” Becky dropped another heavy elbow, then gouged the bony joint back and forth. “Come on, let me hear you say OOOWWWW BITHHHGGGHH!”
Celia leaned forward and sank her teeth into the World Champion’s encroaching décolletage! To make matters worse, she promptly resumed the Bear Hug and clambered to her feet which forced Clayton to do the same. Going nose to nose with the Camouflage Crusher after a final mean nibble, Blassenville settled her knotted hands into the hollow of the blonde’s back and shook her left and right.
The assembled FAWNatics murmured in concerned surprise. They certainly knew the Temptress was strong enough to rag-doll any other woman on the roster (even her fellow Destroyers) but it was still quite disconcerting to witness her doing it after absorbing some heavy blows from the champ. Holding her tongue until she’d halted the savage shaking, Celia leaned in so close her lips brushed Clayton’s ear. “Would you like to know a secret, Rebecca? I don’t give a damn about the gaudy prop you so enjoy displaying to the baying mob. But I will TAKE it from you… and KEEP it from Burlingame simply because I so enjoy you both not having HRGH!”
Bex caught her in the temple with a sort of sideswipe Headbutt, then reared back and stretched her arms out at her sides and brought her hands behind Blassenville’s head to SMECK her forearms against the redhead’s ears! Up to this point Clayton had made no attempt to reciprocate the Bear Hug, but now she coiled her arms around Blassenville’s midsection and yanked her up on tiptoe with a crushing constriction!
“You evil, manipulative bytch.” Bex huffed. “The only thing you’re taking from me tonight is the beating of a lifetime!” Celia didn’t reply with words though Clayton could feel an answering squeeze so rather than wait around for it she got low and took the redhead up, around and down with a BOOMING Belly to Belly Suplex!
Both ladies landed flat but Nick didn’t get a chance to make a count because Becky returned to verticality with Celia hanging in her clutches. Turning a half circle to make sure Blassenville wouldn’t finish up near the ropes, Clayton took her nemesis down with another Belly to Belly, the blonde making a point to sandwich Blassenville’s chest between her own bod and the thinly-sheathed canvas. Now two was a good number, no one would argue that, yet it didn’t hold the talismanic power of three, especially not in the hallowed halls of the FAWN Arena. Thus no one was particularly surprised when Becky hauled the both of ‘em upright once again. With Celia drawn in close, Clayton tipped a saucy wink to the hard camera, then hurled the Temptress up and over, Bex tossing the other Destroyer to within inches of the strands with a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
ROLLING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKV8R_S1lQQ
Blassenville sat up on impact, one hand flying to the small of her back while the other hooked onto the middle rope. The grip must’ve steadied her nerves because she scrambled to verticality and rounded on Clayton within sec--“UUUUUGGGGHHH!”
The One Woman Army roared in at top speed and THWHACKED a Clothesline across Celia’s clavicle! Already smudged against the rubber-coated steel, the Crimson Cagliostro was knocked over the top rope and went tumbling to floor below, though the delight of the capacity crowd was somewhat dimmed by the fact that she managed to land on her feet. This didn’t bother Becky Clayton in the slightest, indeed the redhead’s continued verticality served as impetus for the World Champ to climb onto the bottom rope. “C’mon bytch, get back in here!” she shouted down at the stone-faced challenger. “You want to play spoiler? You’re not going to do it out there!”
Celia didn’t retreat, though she made no move to reenter the ring. To Castle she said, “Get her back, Mr. Castle. She may be a execrable World Champion but as a guard dog she’s good at least basic commNNGGHH!”
Clayton juked around the official and lashed out with a kick to the bottom rope, which in turn snapped across the redhead’s face! “Impudent tramp!” Blassenville pressed the heel of one hand to her stinging eye while the other gripped the apron. “You’ll learn your place OOOWWWW!”
Crowded against the ropes from the other side, Bex took the top rope in both hands and hopped into the air to put a little more ‘oomph’ behind the stomp she delivered to the back of Celia’s hand! The Temptress cursed, wrenched her hand out from under the champ’s sole and barked, “Goddammit Castle, I told you to keep her baOOOFFFHHH!”
Clayton leapt again and swung her legs through the gap between bottom and middle rope to THUMP both heels into the redhead’s chest. The truncated Dropkick sent Blassenville reeling toward the barricade and while Becky could’ve pursued then and there, the Camouflage Crusher drew into the ring and raced to the far side before heading back with a full head of steam. A few paces removed from the edge, Clayton left her feet in a headlong dive that sent her shooting over the middle stra-THWHACK!
The Mistress of Puppets saw Bex coming and made her pay with a huge Bicycle Kick to the crown of the skull! Hung out to dry atop the rubber-coated steel, Clayton could only groan in stunned protest when Blassenville caught a double handful of hair and draaaaaaaaaagged her the rest of the way to the floor. Catching a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision, Celia turned to Nick Castle and raised an index finger. “I warn you, Mr. Castle. Now is not the time to test my patience with a quick count.”
“Don’t threaten me, Celia.” the Senior Official warned. “I won’t tolerate that nonsense.”
“Believe me, good sir. If I threaten you, you’ll know it.”
Satisfied that he’d grant her ample time to experiment with her favorite dog-faced lab rat, Blassenville helped herself to another double handful of hair and used it to power Bex to her feet. Once there she slipped an arm between Clayton’s thighs and scooped her up to about shoulder level, though it wasn’t a Body Slam she had in mind. Strolling over to the barricade, she lifted the World Champ over her head (it wasn’t quite as high as say, a Military Press, though Blassenville’s grip on Clayton’s waistband and the resultant wedgie earned similarly appreciative applause) and simply dropped her chest-first atop the unadorned steel!
The BWANG of blonde on barricade set a whole lotta teeth on edge and sent Becky stumbling away from the scene of the accident with both arms strapped across her sternum. Celia followed a couple steps behind, the challenger apparently content to observe for the--CRACK! Strike that, she closed the gap in a single long stride and laid lightning between Clayton’s shoulders with a vile Overhand Slap!
“BYTCH!” Becky whipped around on the spot and started throwing rough Haymakers at the redhead’s noggin. “YOU WANNA BRAWL? COME ON THEN, LET’S HUFH!”
Celia assembled a guard for the sole purpose of getting a hand on the nape of Clayton’s neck, which in turn let her thump a Crossover Kneelift into the champ’s tummy. Bex huffed and tried to shove Blassenville away, but the Crimson Cagliostro gave her head a sharp shake, then bounced her forehead against the apron. “And how do you plan to explain your poor performance in this ‘brawl’ so far, Rebecca?” Celia snuggled in behind the blonde, palmed her head in both hands and began to scrub her features against the abrasive canvas!
“AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! RRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!”
Becky’s pained shrieking was amusing for a time, but it lacked the element of abject despair that the Temptress liked to cultivate in her experiments so she straightened Clayton up and rushed to the nearest corner to BWONK her forehead against the unforgiving steel. Becky’s knees shimmied violently, though she managed to remain upright by wrapping one arm around the ring-post.
As for Celia, she continued around the corner, then hopped onto the apron and rolled under the bottom rope. Castle noted her arrival and stopped the count only to curse under his breath when the challenger immediately returned to the floor. “I must say, this is as confusing as it is disappointing.” Blassenville addressed her longtime rival from the other side of the post. “You tell me you want to brawl, then turn turtle as soon as I oblige the request. Are the conditions not to your liking, Rebecca? Shall I feed you a few buckets of Natural Ice and get one of these idiots to cue up some Billy Ray Cyrus? Would that help you get into the spirit of thingsSHURGHK!”
Becky shot a hand through the space between the turnbuckles and ring-post to secure a white-knuckle grip on her opponent’s throat! “You’re not spitting out blood and teeth yet, doc.” the BFG explained. “That’s my probNNNGGGGHH!”
Celia took the blonde’s wrist in both hands, braced a foot against her side of the post and pushed away which in turn BWUNKED Clayton’s forehead into the steel! Already wobbling, Becky’s legs gave out entirely and she collapsed to her knees en route to slopping out full length. “Don’t sound so surprised.” Celia sniffed to the ringside FAWNatics and anyone else who dared voice their disdain of her dominance. “The little tin soldier has never been a match for me, be it physically or mentally.”
The Howling Commandos argued this most vociferously, so Blassenville decided to silence them with an undeniable show of force. Stalking around to Clayton’s stretch of the ring, Celia dropped to a knee beside the champ and grabbed hold of the ring skirt. This she flipped up without preamble, but instead of reaching into the shadowy recesses for a weapon or other hardware, she knee-walked down to Becky’s feet and staked a claim to both.
“Snuuuuhhh…sneaking witch.” Clayton pulled and kicked, trying to free her legs with no noticeable success. “Get the hell offa mERRRGGGHH!”
Blassenville stood up, stretched the champ’s legs wide and drilled a quick stomp into the juncture of her thighs! That nauseating impact slowed Bex’s responses to a crawl, meaning she couldn’t prevent Celia from wedging her shins under the redhead’s armpits. Hands locked to keep those strong limbs secure, the Crimson Cagliostro turned a quarter circle so she was facing into the squared circle while Becky was partway under it, the One Woman Army looking up at the canvas-sheathed plywood from beneath. Aching in the aftermath of the Low Blow, Bex didn’t register the presence of the metal support beam running along the apron until the Temptress rocked up on her heels and laid out on her back, the callous redhead DRIVING the champ’s chest into the underside of the support with a steel-reinforced catapult!
With the price of oxygen suddenly sky rocketing, Becky thrashed and squirmed on the floor, her heels smashing an erratic, breathless tattoo against the thin blue pads. She was still wriggling when Celia dragged her out into the light and back to her feet. Catching the champ at trunks and tresses, Blassenville tugged hard enough to get Becky back in the ring and show off a few inches of tan-line as well.
Amused by the fickle whistles of those gathered for these Slaybor Day festivities, Celia climbed onto the apron and took the top rope in both hands. “You can check her after the bell, Mr. Castle.” she said to the hovering official. “Fear not, this will all be over shortly.” Nick stood up and cleared off perhaps a whole second before Blassenville vaulted over the top rope and came down with the full weight of her right thigh THWHUMPING across Clayton’s neck! Becky’s legs popped up on impact so the redhead caught ‘em both in a tight bundle and held ‘em close for the…
SLINGSHOT LEG DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKEG2_KJp_w
ONE…
TWO…
Clayton kicked out at ‘TWO!’ with the same combination of authority and defiance Blassenville had grown to loathe during the last decade.
“Did you think beating that raving incompetent would finally validate you in the eyes of these imbeciles?” the Temptress asked Becky as she used a rough handful of hair to hoist her to all fours. “Poor Rebecca. When will you learn they’ll never see you as anything but OOFH!”
Becky reared back on her knees, palmed the redhead’s hips in both hands and THUMPED a Headbutt into the pit of Celia’s stomach. Blassenville stumbled back a step or two, might’ve made it farther if the BFG hadn’t caught hold at one hip. Curling her free (right) hand into a fist, Clayton fired off three straight rights and finished with an Uppercut, each blow zeroed in on Celia’s navel. The last shot caused Blassenville to abandon her hair-hold so Clayton relinquished her trunk trap and cinched her arms around the challenger’s waist.
Hands locked against the small of Celia’s back, Becky squeeeeeeeeeeezed with all her considerable might and earned an impressed ‘ooooooohhh!’ from the crowd when she got to her feet with Blassenville wriggling in the Bear Hug. “Ya know what’s going to validate me, bytch? Cracking your ribs. Making you scream!”
Clawing and pounding at the champion’s shoulders, Celia actually had the temerity to snort at her rival’s claim. “A do… dubious claim at best, soldier. You don’t have the mental fortitude to do any lasting damage. Nor the mental fortitude to hold onto that title without MY assistNNNNGGGHHH!”
Clayton went up on tiptoes and dropped to one knee, spiking Celia’s undercarriage against the posted joint with a quick Inverted Atomic Drop! Blassenville’s legs trembled violently but the Hug kept her from losing her footing or staggering away, in fact Becky took the opportunity to slide her coil up to just beneath the redhead’s breasts. Rising to her full height with the Bear Hug hooked tighter than ever, the One Woman Army pressed her forehead to Celia’s and growled, “I didn’t need you to put Sue down, which is why I’m going to give her another shot while you’re busy nursing broken ribRRGGGHHHH!”
Blassenville twisted her head to the side and bit down on the blonde’s nose in a tactic that blatantly violated the doctor-patient relationship! Becky shrieked but didn’t abandon the Hug, instead she squeezed that much harder and muscled the Mistress of Puppets off her feet for “NNGGGHH!”
Spitting out Clayton’s nose so she could palm her head in both hands, Celia slammed a Headbutt into the bridge of the champ’s nose, then clamped down on Becky’s left wrist when the let loose to tend to her aches. A quick albeit spiteful Arm Wringer kept Clayton off balance for a couple seconds, plenty of time for Celia to shoulder her away and reel her in to a Kneelift that landed just above the waistband of her bottoms.
Bex doubled up in gut-shot hurt, meaning she couldn’t stop Blassenville from hooking an arm across her waist and hoisting her up under one arm like she was the lightest of Lightweights. With her other arm hooked across the pits of Becky’s knees to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere that wasn’t Temptress approved, Celia spun in a slow circle, showing her burden off to the FAWN Arena before she abruptly dropped to one knee to THWHUNK Becky’s lower back over the plank of her thigh!
“UUGGHHH!” Clayton jolted violently but didn’t tumble to the canvas primarily because Celia refused to let her go. Not that the Crimson Cagliostro pressed down on chin and thigh to exacerbate the Backbreaker, such a tactic would’ve been far too merciful. No, Celia let the powerhouse blonde wriggle for a few seconds, then reset her hooks and stood up with Becky occupying the same bundled position she’d previously endured.
“I know there’s a certain element among you that would love to see this poor wretch broken over my knee.” she explained to the clamoring lab rats. “But physical pain is so crashingly dull. Mental pain however… I could write books on the topic. Observe.” Celia turned another circle to make sure there was no doubt of her control, then she muscled the Camouflage Crusher up to chest level and flipped her over just to go back to one knee to THWHUMP Becky across her thigh courtesy of a Gutbuster.
BACKBREAKER & GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=g88mttlbj1I
Clayton retched violently and would’ve wriggled her way off the redhead’s gam if Blassenville hadn’t hooked her right arm across the other wrestler’s lower back. Waggling her left hand over Bex’s defenseless rump, Celia curled her fingers into a talon but rather than claw she simply hooked them into opposing briefs and yanked ‘em up and out in a painful wedgie! “Bytch!”
Clayton cried out more in anger than pain. “You really that tired of being alNGH! OW! OW! OW! OW! F*CKING BRAT!”
Blassenville gave the wedgie a sharp tug, then freed her hand, flattened it into a paddle and spanked the champ’s glutes no less than half a dozen times! Finally satisfied, the Temptress shoved Clayton off her perch and got to her feet and turned around with arms stretched wide to properly welcome the jeers of the sold-out crowd. “Take notes, imbeciles.” she explained. “Rebecca Clayton isn’t a fighter or a hero and she certainly isn’t a champion. She’s nothing more than a squalling brat to be disciplined however I see fiHHHRRRGGGHH!”
Blassenville paid a steep price for dismissing the One Woman Army because rather than roll under the bottom rope or scurry to a corner to tend to her distended trunks, Becky scrambled to verticality and pounced on the challenger, snaking an arm around her throat so she could pound heavy body shots in above her left hip! “Better try harder next time, princess.” Clayton huffed into Celia’s ear as she wrenched her left arm backward in a harsh Chickenwing. “If you don’t tap out in the next ten seconds, that is!” The Destroyer-class blonde threaded her right arm around Blassenville’s throat and knotted her hands together against the side of the redhead’s jaw. Yoking up on the Crossface Chickenwing while simultaneously backpedaling into the middle of the ring, Clayton hopped up and scissored her legs around Celia’s waist to bring the both of ‘em to the canvas with a heavy thud. “Tap!” Bex demanded in the midst of trying to either dislocate the challenger’s shoulders or crack her ribs, whatever came first. “Go on, ya mean little lab nerd. Tap out!”
CROSSFACE CHICKENWING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkYzmxnf1EM
“What do you say, Celia?” Castle had moved much closer to the action, though he made a point to stick clear of the challenger’s thrashing legs. “Need me to call it?”
“Shut your mouth, idiot.” Celia grunted. “I don’t fear mindless attack dogSSUUUURRRRHH!”
Clayton kicked her legs up and bore down that much harder, her strong thighs digging deep into the redhead’s flanks. To make things worse (or better, depending on your viewpoint) Becky dragged her knuckles up and down the side of of Blassenville’s face while simultaneously grinding her chin into the top of the challenger’s head. “Huh? You say something, Celia? Sorry, someone was crying like a whiny bytch!”
“You’re the whiniest bytch I know, Clayton.” No snide humor from Blassenville now, just undisguised anger as she tried to drag their combined weight across the mat. “Nothing but a recruitment poster pin-up girl with a whole catalogue of excuses to justify her own mediocritNGH! NGH! NGH! NGH!”
Becky broke her clasp, curled her right hand into a fist and pounded several quick punches into Celia’s forehead. After that she gripped the challenger’s cheeks between her thumb and fingers to mash the Blassenville’s features into an embarrassing fish-face! “Wrong again, doc. I’m the FAWN World Champion and right now I’m showing you off for the whole goddamned world!”
The show of brawny domination earned a raucous cheer from the crowd and an infuriated growl from Blassenville, who stopped reaching for the ropes in favor of clamping a death-grip around the champ’s right wrist. “What’s wrong, doc? Don’t like it?” Bex punctuated the taunt by bearing down on the Scissors. “Then go ahead and do something about RRRRRGGGHHH DAMMIT!”
Oh so willing to oblige the champion’s request, Celia curled her fingers around Clayton’s thumb and pulled like she meant to snap it off her hand! Enduring that jagged ache so she could send a sharp constriction through the redhead’s waist, Becky abruptly released the Chickenwing so she could transition into a Half Nelson. Snatching a huge handful of the challenger’s braid, she coiled it around her hand and puuuuuuusssshed down on the back of Blassenville’s until the point of her chin had vanished in the top of her cleavage.
A controlling position for sure, yet one that came at a great price because Celia had yet to abandon her grip on the blonde’s thumb. Still, the One Woman Army wouldn’t remove her hooks, in fact she leaned in and squeezed that much harder. “Let go of my goddamned thumb, Celia.” Clayton hissed through clenched teeth. “Let go or so help me I’ll OOOOOWWWWWW!”
The Temptress had been searching for an answering grip on her rival’s hair, but when Becky snuggled in that much closer she crooked her left arm over the top of Clayton’s head, grabbed her right ear and TWISTED! Cursing aloud, Becky broke the Bodyscissors, pulled her knees in close and booted Celia out of her own grips with a rough kick that sent the challenger barreling across the canvas!
Their time locked together had put considerable strain on both wrestlers, though you never would’ve known it given the way they scrambled to boot-leather and flat out ran at the hated oth--THWHACK! Becky lashed out with a left-handed Clothesline that knocked Blassenville to the deck in a heap.
“Evil bytch.” Clayton kept her right hand pressed to her chest, the pressure made the ache in her thumb a little more tolerable. “No wonder Red Lisa was such a goddamned savage. She learned everything from you, didn’t she?”
Celia did not deign to answer, so the BFG wrapped a hand (her left) around the Louisianan’s braid and scraped her off the mat in a series of fits and starts. Though the damage to her thumb was far from pleasant, Clayton’s vaunted upper body strength seemed fully intact judging by the almost effortless way she slipped her right arm between Blassenville’s thighs and ‘hupped’ her onto her right shoulder. Pointing ‘em both at the nearest corner, Bex closed the distance in three long strides, then went up on tiptoe and toss-dropped the Mistress of Puppets face-first onto the top turnbuckle with an eye-watering Snake Eyes!
The impact left Celia woozy but otherwise upright, though her tottering steps more resembled that of a newborn foal rather than one of the most fearsome Destroyers on the roster. Becky’s gait on the other hand was as sure and strong as ever, the One Woman Army having about-faced away from her adversary to march on the far side of the ring while Celia was stumbling away from the corner. Rounding on one heel to the thunder of approaching steps, Blassenville raised a hand on instinct, alas she wasn’t quick enough to intercept the Big Boot that Clayton THWHACKED offa her chin!
SNAKE EYES & BIG BOOT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUdlhA6_CQk
Celia hit the deck spread eagled which earned an immediate call for a cover from the Slaybor Day revelers. But Becky ignored the noise, choosing instead to step over (or rather on) Blassenville as she made her way to the corner so recently vacated. From there she made her way through the ropes to the apron and all the way to the third floor where she commanded the best view of their canvas and plywood battlefield. Holding the high ground allowed for quick decisions and Clayton wasted no time leaping out into the void, her right fist drawn up level with that ear to ensure every bit of her hundred and forty-three pounds down elbow-first atop Celia’s defenseless sternum!
DIVING ELBOW DROP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRh_PVWtNGE
Blassenville jolted like a woman touched by a downed power-line and flopped onto her side only for Becky to reel her back immediately thereafter. Sliding into a snug Crossbody, the Peacekeeper pulled the far leg up high and nodded along with Castle’s count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Celia lifted a shoulder off the mat at two and a half, thus guaranteeing her at least another three seconds in her quest for gold. Becky showed Nick three fingers, got two in return and dealt with her irritation by hauling Blassenville to all fours just so she could slap on a Front Facelock. Hooking on at the redhead’s hip because she damned well could, Bex gave the snug material a little waggle to get the crowd’s attention, then got Celia’s by yanking the lycra up in a savage wedgie that exposed most of one alabaster glute!
“You like that?” Becky made a point to jostle the material back and forth as she hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather. “Do ya like that, honeybunch?”
The angry punch pounded into her ribs suggested that Blassenville did not, but Becky didn’t actually give a damn what the Crimson Cagliostro liked, so she tugged the wedgie a few more times before trading over to a half dozen Overhand Forearm Smashes that smashed against her rival’s lower back. With the Temptress properly tenderized, Clayton straightened Celia up and wrapped her left hand around the challenger’s throat while bracing the right against her inner thigh. The FAWNatics knew what was in store not that it stopped them from cheering at the top of their lungs when Clayton muscled her arch-nemesis overhead with a flawless Military Press! Arms fully extended, the BFG turned in a slow circle to return Blassenville’s previous showing off with humiliating inter--“EEERRRGGHH!”
The Mistress of Puppets crooked her left hand into a five-tined spade and jammed it into Bex’s face, paying special attention to her eyes! No one would ever question Clayton’s nerves, but even she couldn’t maintain the stall in the face (no pun intended) of such merciless raking and Blassenville fell clear of the blonde’s grasp within a span of heartbeats.
Clamping down on Clayton’s shoulders as soon as she‘d returned to terra firma, Celia thumped a quick Forearm Smash into the base of her opponent’s skull, then hunched forward and coiled her left arm around the Peacekeeper’s throat and bent her backward into an Inverted Facelock. In the same instant she wrapped her right arm under the champ’s right bicep and locked her hands. Just like that she yoked up on the grip, kicked her left leg back and launched both Destroyers into a twisty barrel roll that THWONKED Becky down on the crown of her skull! Stretched out flat and defenseless by the Temptress’ vile Aversion Therapy, Bex offered a soft, oblivious groan when Blassenville trapped both legs and folded her into a brawny Back Press that lasted through…
AVERSION THERAPY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=68TRsbJNiY0
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Clayton escaped with half a heartbeat to spare if not a little less, judging by the relieved roar of the crowd. Celia didn’t roar, in truth she looked eerily calm as she reared back on her haunches beside the flattened champion. “An excellent show of strength, Rebecca.” the redhead huffed. “But a poor show of intelligence. Exactly what I’d expect from the likes of you.”
“Kiss my ass, you cruel bytch.” Becky panted. “We’re not done yetTTHRRGHH RRRRRHHHHHHH!”
Celia slid forward and planted her right knee on the blonde’s torso, just below her breasts. Then she cupped Clayton’s chin in her right hand and the top of her head in her left so she could craaaaaaaaaaaaank the champ’s neck at a hellacious angle. “On that topic we’re in perfect agreement, Rebecca.” the Temptress sneered. “Though I’d wager we’ve reached the beginning of the end.”
KNEE-PRESSED NECK WRENCH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GE7DuAJuYGQ
The FAWNatics groaned along with the champ, their shared distress growing all the louder when Celia twisted Becky’s neck enough to make the blonde beat her heels against the canvas. Remarkably serene for someone actively trying to ruin her opponent’s night, Blassenville casually slipped her right thumb into the corner of Clayton’s mouth and pulled the hook until Bex voiced a distorted shriek! “Hold your tongue, Castle.” the Temptress ordered when the Senior Official closed in on his charges. “Rebecca’s not quite ready to face the inevitable, are you RebeccUGH!”
Clayton stopped pawing at the redhead’s clamping hands so she could pound a few counter punches (Bex throwing them over her own torso with short lefts) into the other wrestler’s midsection. “There’s nothing inevitable about you, Blassenville.” she grumbled. “’Cept maybe the shyt coming out of your moutHERRGH!”
Celia yanked the fishhook free, curled that hand into a fist and slammed it down on the bridge of her rival’s nose! Blinking away involuntary tears immediately following the pinpoint blow, Becky rolled over to all fours without getting any farther because Blassenville caught hold of her hair. “Deny it all you want, soldier.” Celia pulled Clayton’s head up and earned rousing boos from those assembled when she scuffed several light, taunting kicks down the side of the blonde’s face. “Yet somehow you always end up on your knees, groveling and pleading for OOOOOWWWW!”
The BFG grabbed hold of Celia’s wrist and tore it from her hair (at the cost of a few strands) so she could bite down on the Temptress’ hand! Blassenville instinctively drew away only to steady her footing, then lunge forward to THWHONK a Kneelift against Clayton’s temple! Bex swooned on the spot and crumpled to her hands and knees. Her forehead would’ve been on the mat too if Blassenville hadn’t cupped the blonde’s ears and drew her into a Standing Headscissors.
A few pulses from her thighs confirmed that Becky was in no condition to squirm free, so the Mistress of Puppets looped her arms around Clayton’s waist and muscled the other Destroyer up over her right shoulder. With the small of Becky’s back nuzzled against the ball of that joint, Celia went up on tiptoe and dropped forward onto her knees whereas Becky Clayton THAWHAMMED down hard on the back of her head and shoulders! The impact left Bex stacked in a tight camouflaged Matchbook that Blassenville glued in place by hooking an arm around Clayton’s right thigh and leeeeeeeeeaning down on her upturned haunches for the…
THUNDERFIRE POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=552KAjCbvkg
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
The One Woman Army didn’t kick out, rather she shifted her weight just enough to slop over onto her stomach before the decisive ‘THREE!’ Blassenville skewered Castle with a poisonous glare, but didn’t let her attention leave the wounded champion for more than a few seconds. Returning both hands to Clayton’s hair, Celia got to her feet and dragged the blonde up alongside.
A quick knee below the navel had Bex clutching at her tummy while Blassenville took up residence on her left flank and deftly tugged the gaping woman’s left hand between her own parted thighs. Controlling that wrist in her right hand, Blassenville leaned over Clayton’s back and slipped her left arm beneath the blonde’s right bicep to secure the Pumphandle. If the crowd was nervous before they were downright worried now, most of ‘em on the edge of their seat when Celia bent her knees and powered her weary blonde bundle into a gut-down perch on her right shoulder. Head Game incoming, the Crimson Cagliostro cinched her right arm around Becky’s waist and cupped the left over the back of her neNO!
Clayton pumped her legs in a convulsive Mule Kick that sent her sliding down the challenger’s back. Hands on Blassenville’s shoulders the very second she touched down, Becky reared back and THWHUNKED a vengeful Headbutt into the nape of Celia’s neck! The redhead’s legs shivered like a reed in a gale, yet she remained upright because Clayton used her grip to ensure that exact outcome. Spinning Blassenville in a half circle as soon as her legs steadied out, the Peacekeeper slipped an arm through her rival’s thighs and ‘hupped’ her onto one shoulder. Trepidation gave way to cheers, the capacity crowd rumbling to their feet when Becky grabbed hold of Celia’s biceps and boosted her into the face-first Crucifix that heralded her deadly SNAFNO!
Blassenville fought like a madwoman to escape out the back door and land directly behind the champion. Where Clayton had countered with a Headbutt, Celia braced a shoulder between the champ’s shoulders and plowed forward to send Becky careening not into the ropes, but headlong into Nick Castle! Clayton and Castle met head to head with a dull, vaguely ceramic THWHUNK that put the zebra on the deck and Becky stumbling backwa--
The Temptress hooked a second Pumphandle to muscle the Camouflage Crusher into the same spot she’d so recently escaped. No such luck the second time around, Celia swung her down and sat out full force to PLANT Becky on the back of her neck with a brain-scrambling Head Game! Sliding into a seat on Clayton’s heaving chest, Blassenville hooked the blonde’s right leg behind the knee and cranked it backward in a tight Half Matchbook that lasted through…
HEAD GAME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rypMXhm_iew
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
Furious at the lack of count (let alone bell) Celia tossed Clayton’s leg aside and spun to one knee where she discovered the ref cradling his head in both hands. “Congratulations Nicholas.” she growled. “Your ineptitude has officially cost me the FAWN World TitNNGGGHH!”
Blassenville had noted the up-tick in crowd noise following the abandoned count, though in her disgust she’d simply attributed it to the lab rats delighting in her misfortune. That may have been true for some, most however were cheering Susannah Burlingame as she vaulted over the guardrail and dove under the bottom rope. Regaining her feet at a flat out run, the former World Champion hopped up and flicked out her right leg to THWHACK Celia across the back of the skull courtesy an Enzu Shining Wizard!
SUE BURLINGAME:
ENZU SHINING WIZARD:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKup35qkmlk
Blassenville hit the deck in a heap, but the adrenaline rush of what should’ve been a crowning moment must’ve been going strong because she clambered to verticality and rounded on-- Sue was already upon her, the airborne Rainmaker catching Celia’s head in a Three Quarters Facelock just to PLANT her flat on her face with an Ace Crusher!
ACE CRUSHER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqTji86lgZE
Sue swiveled to one knee, then rose to her full height, the brunette glaring down at the smashed Temptress with dark, angry eyes. “Learned your lesson yet, asshole?” she murmured. “No one screws with me and lives to see the sun come--”
A hand grabbed Burlingame’s shoulder and whipped her around for a face to face confrontation with none other than Becky Clayton. “What the f*ck do you think you’re doing out here, SuNNNNGGGGGGHH!”
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Sue swatted the champ’s hand aside, sprang up and hooked on another Three Quarters Facelock en route to splattering Clayton’s mug against the mat with a second Ace Crusher!
Positioned between a thief and the recipient of stolen property, Sue looked from Blassenville to Clayton and back again before she grabbed hold of the latter and dragged her into a woozy sprawl across the former. Once that was done she hurried over to Castle, took hold at collar and belt-loops and hauled him over to champion and challenger. “Do your job, dork.”
Sue smacked the back of Nick’s noggin to wake him up, then backpedaled her way out of the ring when the scrambled zebra managed to count…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
It took quite a bit longer than usual, but eventually Castle tossed a signal to the Timekeeper which allowed the Announcer to confirm, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN World Champion… BECKY CLAYTON!”
The response from the crowd was mixed to say the least, as they were clearly displeased by the decisive interference from the heiress. Susan paid them no mind, her attention remained focused on the ring and both women recovering therein. Eventually she nodded and turned to leave, Burlingame apparently satisfied with her night’s work.
She was almost to the stage when a weary voice got on the mic and huffed, “I am so goddamned SICK of you two screwing with my matches.” The Ace paused, then rounded on one heel to stare down the recently vertical Becky Clayton. Seeing she had Burlingame’s attention, the champ went on. “All you had to do was stay out of my business long enough for me to deal with Celia, then you’d have been right back at the front of the line. But you couldn’t do it, could you? Because god forbid the World Title be around anyone else’s waist.”
“It’s mine.” Burlingame called. “I built it. I carried it. I EARNED it.”
“And I didn’t?” Clayton countered. “Ten years, Sue! Been working for this for ten years and you’re so goddamned selfish you can’t even let me defend it without showing your face!”
Sue went to speak only to raise a finger so she could storm over to a FAWN tech to claim a mic. “Maybe if you could beat her on your own I wouldn’t have to be out here all the time.” Burlingame answered to a chorus of OOOOOOOH’s from the FAWNatics. “Nasty ginger bytch gave Dream MY title on a silver platter, there’s no f*cking way I’m going to let her take it from you, even if she IS better.”
Becky’s eyes narrowed and her lips thinned to a pale, furious line. After a deep breath she replied, “It’s clear the two of you have issues to work out. It’s also clear that I won’t be done with either of you unless I do something drastic. So here’s what I propose. “You. Me. Blassenville. Triple Threat at ‘Mania. Elimination style, that way there’s no question about who deserves to carry the World Title. What do you say, SusNNNNNNGGGGHHH!”
Celia struck from behind with a huge Bicycle Kick to the base of the Peacekeeper’s skull!
Clayton hit the deck in a heap and tumbled to her back, thus allowing the Temptress to sink to one knee, which she braced against the blonde’s chest. Plucking the mic off the mat, Celia raised it to her lips and hissed, “Thank you for the invitation, Rebecca. I graciously accept. See you at ‘Mania.” Blassenville raised her gaze to Sue, who hadn’t moved a muscle. “I assume your answer is the same?”
“F*cking right.” Burlingame agreed. “That title is going back where it belongs.”
“We shall see. Until then…”
Celia dropped the mic and SLAPPED Becky’s face to seal her participation, then stood up and planted a boot atop the champ’s chest. Thus Slaybor Day came to a close not with a triumphant bang, but a grim portent of ‘Mania’s to come.
*******
The next morning…
Still quite sore from the previous evening’s festivities, Celia Blassenville’s mood did not improve when she picked up her phone and discovered no less than fifteen voicemails from the director of Sheltering Pines, an extremely old, extremely discreet outpatient clinic off a little no-name road in the Panhandle.
Allowing herself a moment to brace for the irritation to follow, Blassenville punched a button and brought the phone to her ear.
It only rang twice before being picked up on the other end.
“Dr. Bloch, apologies for the delayed response. Yesterday was an exercise in frustration from start to finish. How can I help you?” Celia’s expression, already dark, settled into barely contained fury after the director’s response. “What do you mean someone CHECKED HER OUT? She’s MY patient!”
The answer did nothing to soothe her nerves.
“Of COURSE I didn’t agree to it, if I had authorized such a transfer you would have seen my name in triplicate on at least half a dozen forms… oh, you saw my signature? A clever forgery then, Dr. Bloch. That woman’s not fit for the outside world, not in the state she’s been in since--”
Celia broke off when Bloch provided the only bit of good news thus far.
“Well if you have her picture, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Send it to me at once! That way we can decide if this situation requires the proper authorities or a more… off-book approach.”
Blassenville’s phone trilled in her ear, signifying the arrival of a text. She opened it and immediately checked the attached picture. Celia’s anger gave way to surprise which in turn faded into an amused smile.
“Fear not, Dr. Bloch. I know the woman in question which means we can consider this a transfer of custody and not a gross breach of security.” Another short pause as she listened to his reply. “Yes, I’m relieved too. Rest assured, I’ll confirm the patient’s location as soon as possible and provide an update by close of business today. You as well, doctor. And Bloch? Don’t EVER let this happen again.”
Celia hung up on another apology and looked at the picture again.
“What are you up to, my friend?” she murmured.
The Temptress honestly didn’t know, but she knew how to find out. After all, the woman who’d spirited her patient away from Sheltering Pines was the name below Bloch’s in her contacts list. Blassenville brought it up, let her thumb hover…
Brewster, Adelaide
Celia pressed the screen and made the call.