Post by hawkeye on Oct 5, 2020 0:44:36 GMT
The kick-off show cut from a lively panel discussion of favorite ‘Mania matches past to the ringside where Joanna and Gordy offered greetings before handing things over to the Announcer. “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, representing Muy Calliente, hailing from Holguin, Cuba, she stands five feet two inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Cuban Missile… SOFIA GARCIA!”
SOFIA GARCIA:
The gathering crowd welcomes the brunette highflier with the sort of raucous ovation only afforded to the first woman through the curtain for ’Mania festivities. Sprinting the length of the stage to better salute the roaring masses, Sofia sauntered back to center stage and busted out Caliente’s signature hip swivel before a pumped fist sent her racing down the aisle.
For tonight’s opener the nimble ingénue sported a two-piece number in neon violet, a look that caught eyes and stirred hearts even when she was little more than a blur of kinetic energy. Rounding the squared circle to press the flesh with every hand extended in her direction, Sofia rounded the last corner and bypassed the steps in favor of a low swooping leap that sent her skidding along the apron. From there she stood, hooked her arms over the top rope and tumbled her way inside. A final hip swivel ensured the energy level remained high even when Garcia settled into the far corner to have her pads and boots checked by the delightful enigma known as Merle.
Inspection complete, he moved back to the middle of the ring as the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
That particular name was greeted with the oddest mixture of surprise, concern and delight, as the FAWNatics still had no idea what to make of the Princess of Peaksville almost a year into her run in the promotion. Equally bumfuzzled by her arrival, the arena lights flipped to full strobe and the speakers let loose with a peculiar electronic warble that quickly transformed into the jaunty opening of ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s Choke.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
Cannons on either side of the stage exploded in time with the second set of Yeah’s, not in a cloud of pyro but a billowing swirl of rainbow glitter! From the depths of this kaleidoscopic cyclone a figure emerged to stand before the ‘Mania crowd. “It’s neat, I guess.” she muttered after a slow look around. “But I thought there would be more ambulances.” She broke into a smile and clapped her hands once. “Well, I know how to fix that!” Glancing down at her side, Goodheart raised her right hand to show off a little black drawstring that held lord knew what. The worried murmur from the crowd seemed to buoy Violyt’s spirits because she was all smiles as skipped her way toward the squared circle.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
For her first appearance at the show of shows, the girl with a good heart and bad intentions wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Reveling in the swirling cacophony of the growing crowd, Goodheart pulled away from the FAWNatics and broke into a sprint that ended with her diving beneath the bottom rope. Pushing onto her knees about the time she reached mid-ring, Violyt offered the hard camera a knowing wink before she fluffed her hair to divest it of excess glitter. From there she popped to verticality and whipped off the windbreaker only to sling it over Merle’s shoulder as he was walking up to check her pads and boots. “Hiya Merle! Happy Slaybor Day!”
“Hi Violyt. Ummmmh, Slaybor Day was the last card. This is Fawnamania, remember?”
“What? Faunamania? Isn’t that some sort of wildlife game show?”
“No, no, no, FAWN-amania. Ya know, it’s like… ya know what? Doesn’t matter. Mind if I check your pads and boots?”
“Only if I can check yours, silly!”
“I’m not wearing any.” “Ooooohhh, how daring! Well, I guess you can still check. But you owe me one.”
Relieved, the ref waited for her to offer an elbow or a knee and somehow wasn’t surprised when she turned around and flounced to her corner without another word.
Pre-show or not, there was a big fight feel and a suitably raucous reaction when the bell CLANGED to bring the Fawnamania festivities to order. Sofia finished her stretches, then pumped a fist for the crowd before she headed out to the middle of the squared circle. As for Violyt, she matched Garcia’s enthusiasm with a parade wave that could’ve been mistaken for the genuine article if not for the sardonic smile twisting her lips. Noting Sofia’s quick approach, Goodheart pushed out of the buckles and skipped her way along the strands before circling out meet the nimble highflier.
Smile fading as she closed ground on Garcia, Violyt looked the brunette up and down, then shook her head in mild consternation. “No, no, no! Merle, this will not do at all! I SPECIFICALLY asked for Muy Caliente and the kitchen sends me out MILD instead? Send this back at once!”
Garcia smirked at the slight, though the sparks in her eyes suggested the Cuban newcomer was less than amused. “You’re gonna stand there and call me mild without even locking up, honey? That’s the kind of ‘tude that’ll get you burned bad.” Sofia settled into a low, springy grappler’s crouch and began to circle, inviting the blonde to clinch at her leisure.
Violyt matched the brunette’s pace, though she made no move to lock-up. Rather she wiped her palms on her thighs, then pressed them to her rump like she was sliding ‘em into invisible pockets. “Well, you at least look like you might bring the heat.” Violyt admitted. “But… I don’t know. Compared to Soto and Mendoza, you might as well be mayonnaise on white bre--”
CRACK!
Through with the sass, Sofia stepped in and lashed Goodheart’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that raised an angry pink welt! “Feelin’ the burn now, chica? You can have another taste if you’d like!”
The Princess of Peaksville touched a hand to the welt and giggled softly. “How embarrassing! It seems we both brought Chops to this potluck. Yours are tasty, but they’re missing my special seasoning. They might be a little spicy for someone with your timid palate, but maybe you’re braver than you--”
Sofia warmed her with a second Chop, a swift, lashing strike that CRAAACKED Violyt’s décolletage with enough heat to make the pink-clad battler stamp around in a little circle. “C’MON!” Garcia spread her arms wide so the challenge was unmistakable. “Give it your best shot, baby! We’ll see who burns firsNNNNGGHH!”
Violyt drew her right arm across her chest like she meant to pat her own shoulder, then flicked out her hand and--scuffed a palm across Sofia’s mouth and nose! “Oh, silly me!” Goodheart was all smiles as the crowd ‘oooooooh’ed and Garcia staggered back a couple steps. “I didn’t bring Chops after all. I brought Pie!”
The words were barely out of Violyt’s mouth when Sofia pounced on her in a rough Collar & Elbow NO! Goodheart dipped beneath those Caliente claws, took the lightweight’s back and caught her in a quick Waistlock. Muscling the smaller wrestler off the canvas, Violyt went up on tiptoe and spun in a half circle so she could dump Sofia onto her tummy with a quick takedown. The Glittering Enigma immediately slid into a mount on the Cuban’s lower back to ensure she couldn’t go anywhere. With her knees dug deep into Garcia’s flanks, Violyt grabbed a double handful of hair and aggressively scruuuuuuuubbed her opponent’s features against the canvas-sheathed plywood!
Merle didn’t approve of such things and let Goodheart know as such with a prompt warning. “Hey, knock that off Violyt! You know that’s against the rules!”
Violyt regarded him with confused consternation that didn’t fade even after she’d stopped abrading the brunette’s mug. “I’m sorry, I was trying to scrape her nose off on the mat and I couldn’t hear you over all the shrieking. What were you saying?”
“I was saying you CAN’T scrape her nose off on the mat!” “What? You’re joshing me! Since when?”
“Since ever!”
“That sounds like revisionist history to me.” Goodheart’s tone was quite suspicious. “I suppose now you’ll tell me I can’t hand out any more ‘Mania rhinoplasty!” Not waiting for an answer, Violyt cupped one hand under Sofia’s chin and tugged her head backward so she could press the palm of her free hand against the ingénue’s forehead and snag her index and middle fingers into Garcia’s nostrils!
“EEERRRRRRRHHHHH!” Sofia hated that nasal whine, but she couldn’t make much of anything else while she was scrabbling at those intrusive talons. “GET OFFA ME, DAMMHHNGH!” Violyt palmed the prone lovely’s head like a basketball and BWUNKED her into the deck forehead-first!
“Keep away from her face, Violyt!” Merle ordered. “In fact, break the mount and back up!”
Goodheart put her hands on her hips and looked disappointed. “I’ll do one or the other, but not both. So which is more important?”
“Dammit Violyt! Break the mount or--”
“Break the mount it is!” Violyt bounced to her feet, though she made sure to keep one planted between the brunette’s shoulders so she couldn’t squirm away. The reason for this revealed itself when a flick of the wrist produced a whole handful of glitter that rained down into Sofia’s dark hair! Skipping away the instant Garcia twisted out from under her grinding foot, Goodheart brushed the remaining glitter from her palms and said, “Well, you’re still pretty bland. But at least you’re prettNNNNGGGHH!”
Ignoring the itchy glitter for now, Sofia popped to verticality and launched herself at the blonde with a Dropkick! Violyt went down and came up just as fast, the Princess of Peaksville flying at the Caliente cutie with a Clothesl-- Garcia caught Violyt under the bicep and sent her tumbling halfway across the squared circle with a simple Arm Drag!
“Temperature’s starting to rise, baby!” Sofia barked the moment she’d kipped to her feet. “You’re not backing off already, are--” Goodheart went for a clench of her own but now it was Garcia’s turn to pirouette out of the way. Tagging the blonde’s back with a hard SMACK, Sofia slapped on a Side Headlock before her foe could turn around and would’ve cranked it quite a bit harder if Violyt hadn’t raaaaaaaaked the heel of her left boot down the Cuban’s bare shin!
That bit of meanness allowed Violyt to wrest loose of the Headlock and catch a Three Quarters Facelock in the span between heartbeats. Just like that she went to one knee and flipped Garcia onto her butt with a SnapNO! Sofia lent her own momentum to the tug, transforming the Snapmare into front flip that set her down a short distance away. The escape seemed to please Violyt, not that it stopped her launching a Haymaker at Garcia’s fa-- Sofia knocked it aside with a well-placed forearm, then tagged the blonde with a quick slap and secured her right wrist in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Tether complete, she sprinted into the corner and hopped to the second rope and then the third so she could leap out and lay out on her side to hurl the Glittering Enigma to the far side of the ring!
REBOUND ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Rr-JAesNWI
Violyt clambered to boot-leather and sagged against the buckles, meaning she was an excellent target for the brunette as she sprinted in and hopped up to land with both feet on her foe’s thighs. Lacing her hands across the back of the blonde’s noggin, Sofia dropped back and-- ‘Ooooooooh’s!’ from the FAWNatics when Goodheart cinched her arms around the Cuban’s upper thighs and twisted around in a half circle to sit her on the top turnbuckle.
CRACK!
Violyt slapped Sofia in the mouth but couldn’t follow up because the lissome battler immediately answered with a slap of her own and followed that with a quick Mule Kick that sent the blonde stumbling away from the corner. Still honed in on the bulls-eye that was the Sparkly Stranger’s chin, Sofia stood up on the second strand and “UUUGGGHH!” Violyt rushed the corner and tagged Sofia with a Dropkick of her own, a slightly splay-legged example of the form that slapped a boot against her foe’s thighs!
This placement was most certainly intentional, as instead of simply knocking Garcia from her perch, it dropped her down with both legs stretched over the second rope in an awkward split! Cringing at the nearly electric jolt to her inner thighs, Sofia reached for her stinging stems only to growl in frustration when Goodheart grabbed each wrist to thread her arms over the top rope. “Break!” she spoke to Merle, though her eyes never left the smiling blonde. “Back her off, Merle! I’m in the ropeNNNGGGHH!”
Violyt paintbrushed Garcia’s cheek with a hard slap, then followed up with a trio of scintillating Knife-Edge Chops, each earning a loud ‘WOOOO!’ from the FAWNatics. Sofia was in no position to defend against further attacks, yet Goodheart turned away after the last Chop so she could saunter to the center of the squared circle showing another perky parade wave. “Don’t even think about it, friend-o.” Violyt murmured as Merle stepped toward the tangled luchadora. “I’m not quite finished with the Marvelous Miss Mild.”
“I can’t just leave her hanging in the corner, Violyt.” the official protested. “So get back to it or--”
Violyt whipped around on one heel and raced back at Garcia, the pink-clad battler leaving the ground for a low, arcing leap that slammed her upraised knees into Sofia’s defenseless chest! Helping herself to a handful of the smaller wrestler’s dark hair in the aftermath of those sternum-crushing knees, Goodheart touched her forehead to Sofia’s and murmured, “Don’t worry, Soff. I won’t tell the others you’re not the tiniest bit caliente. Besides, Mild can taste pretty good too!” Garcia didn’t get a chance to respond before the Glittering Enigma opened wide and began to gnaw on her forehead!
“AAARRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHD!” Sofia shrieked at the top of her lungs. “STAHP THAT YOU CRAZY BYTCH!”
Merle’s demand was less colorful, but equally to the point. He simply marched up beside his charges and began counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“DON’T YELL IN MY EAR, MERLETON!” Violyt ended her merciless mastication to flat out scream in the zebra’s startled face. Stepping after him when the poor dope instinctively drew back, Goodheart added, “NOT FUN IS IT? TINNITUS IS A VERY REAL THREAT AND I WON’T TOLERATE YOU ENABLING IT IN MY RING!”
Hands raised as if to ward off a blow (and with someone as erratic as Goodheart that was a very real possibility), Merle cleared off a few more steps before he remembered who wore the stripes. “Don’t give me that crap, Violyt! She was in the ropes and you can’t just nom on her--”
Violyt dismissed him without a word, the blonde flouncing back to her adversary, whom she greeted with a brusque Forearm Smash to the chest. “Sorry, looks like snack time’s over.” Goodheart had a double handful of hair now. “Silver lining! Now it’s nap time, though you might know it by it’s original name, cracked skull time!” ‘Time’ was still on her lips when Violyt sprang up and dropped to her butt to THAWHONK Garcia into the canvas forehead-first!
CORNER HUNG SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsCuBs-rlDA
Prized free of the buckles thanks to that hellacious Facebuster, Sofia slopped onto her back and could barely muster a moan when Goodheart sat on her chest and reeled one leg back in an awkward Half Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Garcia stretched out her free leg and draped that ankle on the bottom rope to stop the pin with half a second to spare.
Violyt snickered, her expression that of someone on the receiving end of a mildly amusing prank rather than that of someone denied a victory at FAWN’s biggest show. “Ya may be mild, but hey, you’re not dumb!” The blonde tossed Sofia’s cradled leg away, trading it in for a double-fisted grip on her opponent’s dark locks which she then used to drag the hurtin’ highflier well away from the ropes. From there she got up and forced Garcia to do the same, Violyt transitioning from hair-hold to Wristlock so Merle would keep his silly mouth shut when she dropped a hip and slung the Cuban hottie into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Garcia hit the strands and bounced away without incident, so Goodheart waited ‘til the last possible second, then doubled over to stuff her shoulder into-- Sofia hopped over the bowed blonde, wrapped her arms around opposing waist and tumbled through to her butt to draw Violyt onto the mat with a quick Sunset FlipNO! The Sparkly Stranger somersaulted out of the predicament to come up vertical, then lashed out with a low Roundhouse that-- Garcia threw herself backward to avoid the strike that would’ve clipped her behind the ear.
The miss swung Goodheart around so her back was to Sofia, so the brunette sat up fast and threaded an arm through her opponent’s thighs to stack her up on her shoulders with a quick Roll UpNOT TODAY! Violyt slipped loose again, the Princess of Peaksville tumbling backward onto all fours and THWHACK! Sofia did a little tumbling of her own, a nifty little barrel roll that put her in perfect position to lash a stiff kick off the side of Goodheart’s skull!
ROLL-UP HEAD KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=46DSuPRGgTQ
Violyt slumped on impact, though she remained mobile enough to crawl her way to the nearest corner. Garcia let her go, using the unexpected reprieve to catch her breath and plan her next move. “Oh, don’t even think about it, cutie.” Sofia huffed when Violyt grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “They didn’t save me, they sure as hell won’t save you!”
With that she rushed the turnbuckles and hopped onto the second rope to give herself a nice little boost before she THWHUMPED a Mushroom Stomp between the blonde’s shoulders! The impact drove Violyt down flat on her chest though she somehow retained her hold on the bottom rope, at least until Garcia laid claim to both ankles and dragged her away from sanctuary. Rolling Goodheart to her back in the same motion, Sofia dropped into a Back Press and pointed her foe’s rump at the rafters for…
CORNER SLINGSHOT MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCoiOF8tGSI
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked out with a full second to spare, but her escape must’ve motivated Garcia because the smaller wrestler popped up and forced Violyt to do the same only to put her right back down on the deck with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam! “Nice try cracking my skull, girl.” Sofia chided the prone blonde. “But now it’s my turn. Better hope you have strong ribs.”
Goodheart offered nothing by way of response, so Garcia hurried to the corner and hopped onto the bottom rope, then dipped down and launched herself into a low angled back-flip that THWHAPPED her down atop the blonde’s midsection. T’was a good Moonsault but apparently not enough for Sofia, because she bounced up and returned to the corner where she repeated her previous tactic, albeit from the second rope! The second Moonsault jolted Violyt’s legs into the air, a tempting target that Garcia ignored in favor of returning to the corner for the third time in about ten seconds. She leapt to the top rope to the surprise of no one, then vacated her perch with a high, floaty Moonsault that THWHUMPED every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds down on Goodheart’s chest. Now Garcia cradled the far leg, pulling Violyt’s knee up into the vicinity of her chin while Merle and the FAWNatics rattled off…
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vF8XwL7VZEY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt slithered free with half a second to spare, much to Sofia’s disappointment. Shaking it off in couple of seconds, the Cuban expatriate got to her feet and dragged Violyt up alongside with a decidedly spicy handful of hair. “Looks like you’re slowing down, sparkles!” Garcia noted after she’d grabbed the blonde’s wrist. “That mild sauce a little hotter than you’d expected?”
Goodheart shook her head, trying to clear it of the Caliente-induced cobwebs. “Errrhh… even mild sauce can do some damage when it’s squirted in your eyes ya dirty cheatNGH!”
Sofia popped her with a straight right hand for the slander, doubled down on the Wristlock and sent the Glittering Enigma sprinting into the far corner with an Irish NOPE! Violyt dug in her heels and sent Garcia in her place, a reversal of fortune that didn’t seem to bother the brunette in the slightest. Spinning a half circle at just the right moment allowed her to brace one foot against the bottom buckle, thus negating most if not all of the impact. Of course Violyt was still running her down, so Sofia grabbed the top rope (to her right) in both hands and boosted / slid herself through the space between top and middle rope, meaning she was out on the apron when Goodheart made her arrival. THWHACK!
Garcia leapt and pivoted, the highflier stretching out parallel to the top rope so she could blast a snappy kick into the blonde’s forehead! Violyt stumbled away clutching her injured dome in both hands, meaning Sofia had more than enough time to leap from apron to penthouse in a single bound. The crowd offered up a bolstering cry of ‘CAL-E-EN-TAY!’ when Garcia straightened up and leapt into the lights, the Cuban import stretching herself out sideways to plaster Goodheart against the deck with a Diving Crossbod--“OOOOOFFFFHHH!” Violyt didn’t get nearly so much air as her gravity defying adversary, yet simply drawing her knees up to chest-level ensured a most unwelcome landing for Sofia, the brunette THWHUMPING down atop those upraised joints in an improvised Gutbuster!
MID-AIR GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnfCrH72x0g
A gaping Garcia bounced onto her back, heels beating a mad tattoo against the canvas until Goodheart caught both legs in a Back Press and bundled her up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sofia burst free of the blonde’s grasp and turned onto her left side, back to the Princess of Peaksville. “That’ll teach you to get saucy with me, mean ‘ol Miss. Mild!” Violyt treated her foe to some good natured scolding after she’d grabbed Garcia’s left arm and pulled it out behind her back.
“Cuuuhhh… crazy bytch.” Sofia kicked and squirmed, but couldn’t prevent Goodheart from wrapping her captured arm around the back of the weirdo’s left leg. “I’ve still got more than enough to burn you upPPEERRRGGHH!”
Violyt dropped to her knees atop the brunette’s back, a move that effectively glued the highflier in place while simultaneously wrenching her pinned arm in a hands-free Hammerlock. “You still want to turn up the heat, little girl?” Goodheart laid claim to Garcia’s right arm and cranked it back at an awkward angle so she could secure it in place beneath her left bicep. With Sofia effectively defenseless, the Sparkly Sadist waggled the fingers of her right hand, then reached down and CRACKED a slap against the Cuban’s fluttering tummy. Violyt tacked on two more slaps before she curled her hand into a claw and draaaaaagged up an down Garcia’s battle-warmed midriff.
“RRRRGGGGHHHH GET OFF ME!” Sofia demanded, the lithesome brunette sounding more Hot & Bothered than Muy Caliente as Goodheart continued to score and rake her abs.
“Not until you tell me how mild you are!” Violyt taunted. “Muy Mild, that’s you!”
“Screw you ya psychopath!” Garcia streeeetched out her right leg as far as it’d go, but she was still far removed from the safety of the strands. “I’ll burn you up before we’re done tonighOOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAHHH GOD!”
Violyt turned her claw into a spade and dug deep into that quivering brunette belly, Goodheart jabbing her index finger deep into the trapped beauty’s navel. Stifling a giggle even as she dug for quit by the handful, Violyt adopted a chipper call center sort of voice and said, “Department of Unanswered Prayers, this is Violyt speaking! How may I disappoint you today?”
“LET GO OF MEEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Sofia shuddered from head to toe as Goodheart repeatedly squeezed and twisted the Belly Claw with the merciless tenacity of a Harley Jo Collins.
Noting the agony stamped on Garcia’s face, Merle stepped up to the action and asked, “What do you say, Sofia? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhh.. noMMMPPPHH!”
Violyt relinquished her tummy torture so she could press that hand over her foe’s mouth and nose. “She doesn’t need the bell, silly. She needs to admit her tragic mildness! Now, ask her if she’s mild!” Goodheart shifted her hand up, hooked index and middle fingers into the brunette’s nostrils and gave them a rough yank!
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Sofia’s resilience was crumbling, the earlier defiance giving way to panic as she suffered through Violyt’s increasingly torturous Warm & Fuzzies.
“Not until you give me what I want!” Goodheart quit the nose hook before Merle could start a count but rather than go back to the Belly Claw she began to draaaaaaaaaag her nails across the Cuban’s breasts over and over again, the Princess of Peaksville occasionally pausing to squeeze or tweak the brunette’s bounty. “I can see the headline on FAWN.com now.” Violyt giggled. “Goodheart dismantles and humiliates game Garcia! Sofia stripped to her boots to kick off ‘Mania festivities!”
“NO!” Garcia wailed. “DON’T YOU DARAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE! STOP! STOP! STOP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
The Sparkly Sadist went from top to trunks, Violyt digging her claw into the juncture of her prey’s thighs! Merle immediately called for the bell, but Goodheart didn’t end her mauling just yet. “You know what I want.” she hissed to Sofia. “Give it to me or I’ll toss your top to the front row and keep your trunks for my collec-”
“Mild.” Sofia whimpered. “Mild. Mild. Mild, just lemme OW! OW! OW!”
Violyt removed the claw and SPANKED Garcia’s glutes once, twice, thrice, then crooked that arm into a sinewy bicep flex while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Violyt tossed the brunette away, leaving Sofia to curl into a shuddering ball while the blonde skipped over to the innocuous little drawstring bag she’d stashed in her corner.
Alerted to Goodheart’s acquisition thanks to a worried murmur from the crowd, Merle quickly interposed himself between his charges. “I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, Violyt, but you can just forget it right now.” he told the Glittering Enigma. “I’m not gonna have you attacking anyone with a cake fork on my watch.”
Violyt looked mildly perturbed. “First off, thank you for correctly identifying the fork, even if that is nothing more than a spurious internet rumor. Second, even if there WAS a fork, which there isn’t, I certainly wouldn’t use it to eat Cuban food. If you must know what’s in my little bag…” Goodheart reached in and Merle stepped back, one arm instinctively rising to protect his face from the glitter bo--” Violyt removed something rolled and black with the flourish of a Vegas magician, then snapped it out full length to reveal a vintage… Kylie Corps tee-shirt?
“What the heck is--”
“Only the first bit of merchandise for FAWN’s best wrestler EVAR. Goodheart explained after she’d slipped the shirt down over her gear. “And do you know what THIS is?” She reached into the bag and pulled out a narrow white strip with a small hologram on one end.
Merle frowned, more confused than ever. “It’s a ‘Mania ticket.”
“Correction, it’s a front row ‘Mania ticket. Specifically, that seat right there.” Violyt pointed to an empty seat just a little left of center on the side opposite the hard camera.
“So… you’re going to enjoy the rest of the show as a fan?”
Goodheart grinned the grin of something lurking under the bed or in the dark recesses of a forgotten closet. “Oh, absolutely.” her expression brightened and she patted Merle on the cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need popcorn and soda and nachos and ooooohhh, Funyuns! All the Funyuns!”
Snack plan set, the Princess of Peaksville skipped out of the ring, vaulted over the barricade and took her spot between two extremely wary looking FAWNatics. “Hiya, seat friends!”
Goodheart slung an arm over their shoulders and pulled ‘em in close. “Hope you’re ready! Previews are over, it’s time for the Feature Presentation!”
SOFIA GARCIA:
The gathering crowd welcomes the brunette highflier with the sort of raucous ovation only afforded to the first woman through the curtain for ’Mania festivities. Sprinting the length of the stage to better salute the roaring masses, Sofia sauntered back to center stage and busted out Caliente’s signature hip swivel before a pumped fist sent her racing down the aisle.
For tonight’s opener the nimble ingénue sported a two-piece number in neon violet, a look that caught eyes and stirred hearts even when she was little more than a blur of kinetic energy. Rounding the squared circle to press the flesh with every hand extended in her direction, Sofia rounded the last corner and bypassed the steps in favor of a low swooping leap that sent her skidding along the apron. From there she stood, hooked her arms over the top rope and tumbled her way inside. A final hip swivel ensured the energy level remained high even when Garcia settled into the far corner to have her pads and boots checked by the delightful enigma known as Merle.
Inspection complete, he moved back to the middle of the ring as the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing her opponent, hailing from Peaksville Ohio, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds. She is inscrutable, indecipherable and downright impossible! This is VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
That particular name was greeted with the oddest mixture of surprise, concern and delight, as the FAWNatics still had no idea what to make of the Princess of Peaksville almost a year into her run in the promotion. Equally bumfuzzled by her arrival, the arena lights flipped to full strobe and the speakers let loose with a peculiar electronic warble that quickly transformed into the jaunty opening of ‘I Don’t Know How But They Found Me’s Choke.
CHOKE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvJjmWTg7Qo
Stop, drop
And drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face
Yeah, Yeah
Oh, you clever little things
The sycophantic teens
What a precious basket case
Yeah, Yeah
Cannons on either side of the stage exploded in time with the second set of Yeah’s, not in a cloud of pyro but a billowing swirl of rainbow glitter! From the depths of this kaleidoscopic cyclone a figure emerged to stand before the ‘Mania crowd. “It’s neat, I guess.” she muttered after a slow look around. “But I thought there would be more ambulances.” She broke into a smile and clapped her hands once. “Well, I know how to fix that!” Glancing down at her side, Goodheart raised her right hand to show off a little black drawstring that held lord knew what. The worried murmur from the crowd seemed to buoy Violyt’s spirits because she was all smiles as skipped her way toward the squared circle.
VIOLYT GOODHEART:
For her first appearance at the show of shows, the girl with a good heart and bad intentions wore bubble-gum pink trunks with a V-shaped white trim 'belt' and much thinner white trim around the leg holes. Above this was a matching halter-style top with white trim along the neckline and edges. Her pads at knee and elbow were a matching pink, boots were gleaming white while her wrist tape was rainbow patterned. Atop all this she wore a classic white nylon windbreaker with pink trim at the collar and cuffs. It was the back of this windbreaker that offered concrete evidence that all was not as it seemed when it came to the Princess of Peaksville. Sure, the Lisa Frank style portrait of a unicorn flying over a rainbow was perfectly on brand, however the message below advised the reader to ’Eat Sh!t and Die!’ in a disconcertingly cartoonish script.
Reveling in the swirling cacophony of the growing crowd, Goodheart pulled away from the FAWNatics and broke into a sprint that ended with her diving beneath the bottom rope. Pushing onto her knees about the time she reached mid-ring, Violyt offered the hard camera a knowing wink before she fluffed her hair to divest it of excess glitter. From there she popped to verticality and whipped off the windbreaker only to sling it over Merle’s shoulder as he was walking up to check her pads and boots. “Hiya Merle! Happy Slaybor Day!”
“Hi Violyt. Ummmmh, Slaybor Day was the last card. This is Fawnamania, remember?”
“What? Faunamania? Isn’t that some sort of wildlife game show?”
“No, no, no, FAWN-amania. Ya know, it’s like… ya know what? Doesn’t matter. Mind if I check your pads and boots?”
“Only if I can check yours, silly!”
“I’m not wearing any.” “Ooooohhh, how daring! Well, I guess you can still check. But you owe me one.”
Relieved, the ref waited for her to offer an elbow or a knee and somehow wasn’t surprised when she turned around and flounced to her corner without another word.
Pre-show or not, there was a big fight feel and a suitably raucous reaction when the bell CLANGED to bring the Fawnamania festivities to order. Sofia finished her stretches, then pumped a fist for the crowd before she headed out to the middle of the squared circle. As for Violyt, she matched Garcia’s enthusiasm with a parade wave that could’ve been mistaken for the genuine article if not for the sardonic smile twisting her lips. Noting Sofia’s quick approach, Goodheart pushed out of the buckles and skipped her way along the strands before circling out meet the nimble highflier.
Smile fading as she closed ground on Garcia, Violyt looked the brunette up and down, then shook her head in mild consternation. “No, no, no! Merle, this will not do at all! I SPECIFICALLY asked for Muy Caliente and the kitchen sends me out MILD instead? Send this back at once!”
Garcia smirked at the slight, though the sparks in her eyes suggested the Cuban newcomer was less than amused. “You’re gonna stand there and call me mild without even locking up, honey? That’s the kind of ‘tude that’ll get you burned bad.” Sofia settled into a low, springy grappler’s crouch and began to circle, inviting the blonde to clinch at her leisure.
Violyt matched the brunette’s pace, though she made no move to lock-up. Rather she wiped her palms on her thighs, then pressed them to her rump like she was sliding ‘em into invisible pockets. “Well, you at least look like you might bring the heat.” Violyt admitted. “But… I don’t know. Compared to Soto and Mendoza, you might as well be mayonnaise on white bre--”
CRACK!
Through with the sass, Sofia stepped in and lashed Goodheart’s chest with a Knife-Edge Chop that raised an angry pink welt! “Feelin’ the burn now, chica? You can have another taste if you’d like!”
The Princess of Peaksville touched a hand to the welt and giggled softly. “How embarrassing! It seems we both brought Chops to this potluck. Yours are tasty, but they’re missing my special seasoning. They might be a little spicy for someone with your timid palate, but maybe you’re braver than you--”
Sofia warmed her with a second Chop, a swift, lashing strike that CRAAACKED Violyt’s décolletage with enough heat to make the pink-clad battler stamp around in a little circle. “C’MON!” Garcia spread her arms wide so the challenge was unmistakable. “Give it your best shot, baby! We’ll see who burns firsNNNNGGHH!”
Violyt drew her right arm across her chest like she meant to pat her own shoulder, then flicked out her hand and--scuffed a palm across Sofia’s mouth and nose! “Oh, silly me!” Goodheart was all smiles as the crowd ‘oooooooh’ed and Garcia staggered back a couple steps. “I didn’t bring Chops after all. I brought Pie!”
The words were barely out of Violyt’s mouth when Sofia pounced on her in a rough Collar & Elbow NO! Goodheart dipped beneath those Caliente claws, took the lightweight’s back and caught her in a quick Waistlock. Muscling the smaller wrestler off the canvas, Violyt went up on tiptoe and spun in a half circle so she could dump Sofia onto her tummy with a quick takedown. The Glittering Enigma immediately slid into a mount on the Cuban’s lower back to ensure she couldn’t go anywhere. With her knees dug deep into Garcia’s flanks, Violyt grabbed a double handful of hair and aggressively scruuuuuuuubbed her opponent’s features against the canvas-sheathed plywood!
Merle didn’t approve of such things and let Goodheart know as such with a prompt warning. “Hey, knock that off Violyt! You know that’s against the rules!”
Violyt regarded him with confused consternation that didn’t fade even after she’d stopped abrading the brunette’s mug. “I’m sorry, I was trying to scrape her nose off on the mat and I couldn’t hear you over all the shrieking. What were you saying?”
“I was saying you CAN’T scrape her nose off on the mat!” “What? You’re joshing me! Since when?”
“Since ever!”
“That sounds like revisionist history to me.” Goodheart’s tone was quite suspicious. “I suppose now you’ll tell me I can’t hand out any more ‘Mania rhinoplasty!” Not waiting for an answer, Violyt cupped one hand under Sofia’s chin and tugged her head backward so she could press the palm of her free hand against the ingénue’s forehead and snag her index and middle fingers into Garcia’s nostrils!
“EEERRRRRRRHHHHH!” Sofia hated that nasal whine, but she couldn’t make much of anything else while she was scrabbling at those intrusive talons. “GET OFFA ME, DAMMHHNGH!” Violyt palmed the prone lovely’s head like a basketball and BWUNKED her into the deck forehead-first!
“Keep away from her face, Violyt!” Merle ordered. “In fact, break the mount and back up!”
Goodheart put her hands on her hips and looked disappointed. “I’ll do one or the other, but not both. So which is more important?”
“Dammit Violyt! Break the mount or--”
“Break the mount it is!” Violyt bounced to her feet, though she made sure to keep one planted between the brunette’s shoulders so she couldn’t squirm away. The reason for this revealed itself when a flick of the wrist produced a whole handful of glitter that rained down into Sofia’s dark hair! Skipping away the instant Garcia twisted out from under her grinding foot, Goodheart brushed the remaining glitter from her palms and said, “Well, you’re still pretty bland. But at least you’re prettNNNNGGGHH!”
Ignoring the itchy glitter for now, Sofia popped to verticality and launched herself at the blonde with a Dropkick! Violyt went down and came up just as fast, the Princess of Peaksville flying at the Caliente cutie with a Clothesl-- Garcia caught Violyt under the bicep and sent her tumbling halfway across the squared circle with a simple Arm Drag!
“Temperature’s starting to rise, baby!” Sofia barked the moment she’d kipped to her feet. “You’re not backing off already, are--” Goodheart went for a clench of her own but now it was Garcia’s turn to pirouette out of the way. Tagging the blonde’s back with a hard SMACK, Sofia slapped on a Side Headlock before her foe could turn around and would’ve cranked it quite a bit harder if Violyt hadn’t raaaaaaaaked the heel of her left boot down the Cuban’s bare shin!
That bit of meanness allowed Violyt to wrest loose of the Headlock and catch a Three Quarters Facelock in the span between heartbeats. Just like that she went to one knee and flipped Garcia onto her butt with a SnapNO! Sofia lent her own momentum to the tug, transforming the Snapmare into front flip that set her down a short distance away. The escape seemed to please Violyt, not that it stopped her launching a Haymaker at Garcia’s fa-- Sofia knocked it aside with a well-placed forearm, then tagged the blonde with a quick slap and secured her right wrist in a Greco-Roman Knucklelock. Tether complete, she sprinted into the corner and hopped to the second rope and then the third so she could leap out and lay out on her side to hurl the Glittering Enigma to the far side of the ring!
REBOUND ARM DRAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Rr-JAesNWI
Violyt clambered to boot-leather and sagged against the buckles, meaning she was an excellent target for the brunette as she sprinted in and hopped up to land with both feet on her foe’s thighs. Lacing her hands across the back of the blonde’s noggin, Sofia dropped back and-- ‘Ooooooooh’s!’ from the FAWNatics when Goodheart cinched her arms around the Cuban’s upper thighs and twisted around in a half circle to sit her on the top turnbuckle.
CRACK!
Violyt slapped Sofia in the mouth but couldn’t follow up because the lissome battler immediately answered with a slap of her own and followed that with a quick Mule Kick that sent the blonde stumbling away from the corner. Still honed in on the bulls-eye that was the Sparkly Stranger’s chin, Sofia stood up on the second strand and “UUUGGGHH!” Violyt rushed the corner and tagged Sofia with a Dropkick of her own, a slightly splay-legged example of the form that slapped a boot against her foe’s thighs!
This placement was most certainly intentional, as instead of simply knocking Garcia from her perch, it dropped her down with both legs stretched over the second rope in an awkward split! Cringing at the nearly electric jolt to her inner thighs, Sofia reached for her stinging stems only to growl in frustration when Goodheart grabbed each wrist to thread her arms over the top rope. “Break!” she spoke to Merle, though her eyes never left the smiling blonde. “Back her off, Merle! I’m in the ropeNNNGGGHH!”
Violyt paintbrushed Garcia’s cheek with a hard slap, then followed up with a trio of scintillating Knife-Edge Chops, each earning a loud ‘WOOOO!’ from the FAWNatics. Sofia was in no position to defend against further attacks, yet Goodheart turned away after the last Chop so she could saunter to the center of the squared circle showing another perky parade wave. “Don’t even think about it, friend-o.” Violyt murmured as Merle stepped toward the tangled luchadora. “I’m not quite finished with the Marvelous Miss Mild.”
“I can’t just leave her hanging in the corner, Violyt.” the official protested. “So get back to it or--”
Violyt whipped around on one heel and raced back at Garcia, the pink-clad battler leaving the ground for a low, arcing leap that slammed her upraised knees into Sofia’s defenseless chest! Helping herself to a handful of the smaller wrestler’s dark hair in the aftermath of those sternum-crushing knees, Goodheart touched her forehead to Sofia’s and murmured, “Don’t worry, Soff. I won’t tell the others you’re not the tiniest bit caliente. Besides, Mild can taste pretty good too!” Garcia didn’t get a chance to respond before the Glittering Enigma opened wide and began to gnaw on her forehead!
“AAARRRRHHHHH GAAAAAAAAAHD!” Sofia shrieked at the top of her lungs. “STAHP THAT YOU CRAZY BYTCH!”
Merle’s demand was less colorful, but equally to the point. He simply marched up beside his charges and began counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
“DON’T YELL IN MY EAR, MERLETON!” Violyt ended her merciless mastication to flat out scream in the zebra’s startled face. Stepping after him when the poor dope instinctively drew back, Goodheart added, “NOT FUN IS IT? TINNITUS IS A VERY REAL THREAT AND I WON’T TOLERATE YOU ENABLING IT IN MY RING!”
Hands raised as if to ward off a blow (and with someone as erratic as Goodheart that was a very real possibility), Merle cleared off a few more steps before he remembered who wore the stripes. “Don’t give me that crap, Violyt! She was in the ropes and you can’t just nom on her--”
Violyt dismissed him without a word, the blonde flouncing back to her adversary, whom she greeted with a brusque Forearm Smash to the chest. “Sorry, looks like snack time’s over.” Goodheart had a double handful of hair now. “Silver lining! Now it’s nap time, though you might know it by it’s original name, cracked skull time!” ‘Time’ was still on her lips when Violyt sprang up and dropped to her butt to THAWHONK Garcia into the canvas forehead-first!
CORNER HUNG SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsCuBs-rlDA
Prized free of the buckles thanks to that hellacious Facebuster, Sofia slopped onto her back and could barely muster a moan when Goodheart sat on her chest and reeled one leg back in an awkward Half Matchbook good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THR--
Garcia stretched out her free leg and draped that ankle on the bottom rope to stop the pin with half a second to spare.
Violyt snickered, her expression that of someone on the receiving end of a mildly amusing prank rather than that of someone denied a victory at FAWN’s biggest show. “Ya may be mild, but hey, you’re not dumb!” The blonde tossed Sofia’s cradled leg away, trading it in for a double-fisted grip on her opponent’s dark locks which she then used to drag the hurtin’ highflier well away from the ropes. From there she got up and forced Garcia to do the same, Violyt transitioning from hair-hold to Wristlock so Merle would keep his silly mouth shut when she dropped a hip and slung the Cuban hottie into the ropes with an Irish Whip.
Garcia hit the strands and bounced away without incident, so Goodheart waited ‘til the last possible second, then doubled over to stuff her shoulder into-- Sofia hopped over the bowed blonde, wrapped her arms around opposing waist and tumbled through to her butt to draw Violyt onto the mat with a quick Sunset FlipNO! The Sparkly Stranger somersaulted out of the predicament to come up vertical, then lashed out with a low Roundhouse that-- Garcia threw herself backward to avoid the strike that would’ve clipped her behind the ear.
The miss swung Goodheart around so her back was to Sofia, so the brunette sat up fast and threaded an arm through her opponent’s thighs to stack her up on her shoulders with a quick Roll UpNOT TODAY! Violyt slipped loose again, the Princess of Peaksville tumbling backward onto all fours and THWHACK! Sofia did a little tumbling of her own, a nifty little barrel roll that put her in perfect position to lash a stiff kick off the side of Goodheart’s skull!
ROLL-UP HEAD KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=46DSuPRGgTQ
Violyt slumped on impact, though she remained mobile enough to crawl her way to the nearest corner. Garcia let her go, using the unexpected reprieve to catch her breath and plan her next move. “Oh, don’t even think about it, cutie.” Sofia huffed when Violyt grabbed hold of the bottom rope. “They didn’t save me, they sure as hell won’t save you!”
With that she rushed the turnbuckles and hopped onto the second rope to give herself a nice little boost before she THWHUMPED a Mushroom Stomp between the blonde’s shoulders! The impact drove Violyt down flat on her chest though she somehow retained her hold on the bottom rope, at least until Garcia laid claim to both ankles and dragged her away from sanctuary. Rolling Goodheart to her back in the same motion, Sofia dropped into a Back Press and pointed her foe’s rump at the rafters for…
CORNER SLINGSHOT MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCoiOF8tGSI
ONE…
TWO…
Violyt kicked out with a full second to spare, but her escape must’ve motivated Garcia because the smaller wrestler popped up and forced Violyt to do the same only to put her right back down on the deck with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam! “Nice try cracking my skull, girl.” Sofia chided the prone blonde. “But now it’s my turn. Better hope you have strong ribs.”
Goodheart offered nothing by way of response, so Garcia hurried to the corner and hopped onto the bottom rope, then dipped down and launched herself into a low angled back-flip that THWHAPPED her down atop the blonde’s midsection. T’was a good Moonsault but apparently not enough for Sofia, because she bounced up and returned to the corner where she repeated her previous tactic, albeit from the second rope! The second Moonsault jolted Violyt’s legs into the air, a tempting target that Garcia ignored in favor of returning to the corner for the third time in about ten seconds. She leapt to the top rope to the surprise of no one, then vacated her perch with a high, floaty Moonsault that THWHUMPED every bit of her hundred and fifteen pounds down on Goodheart’s chest. Now Garcia cradled the far leg, pulling Violyt’s knee up into the vicinity of her chin while Merle and the FAWNatics rattled off…
MOONSAULT TRIFECTA:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vF8XwL7VZEY
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Violyt slithered free with half a second to spare, much to Sofia’s disappointment. Shaking it off in couple of seconds, the Cuban expatriate got to her feet and dragged Violyt up alongside with a decidedly spicy handful of hair. “Looks like you’re slowing down, sparkles!” Garcia noted after she’d grabbed the blonde’s wrist. “That mild sauce a little hotter than you’d expected?”
Goodheart shook her head, trying to clear it of the Caliente-induced cobwebs. “Errrhh… even mild sauce can do some damage when it’s squirted in your eyes ya dirty cheatNGH!”
Sofia popped her with a straight right hand for the slander, doubled down on the Wristlock and sent the Glittering Enigma sprinting into the far corner with an Irish NOPE! Violyt dug in her heels and sent Garcia in her place, a reversal of fortune that didn’t seem to bother the brunette in the slightest. Spinning a half circle at just the right moment allowed her to brace one foot against the bottom buckle, thus negating most if not all of the impact. Of course Violyt was still running her down, so Sofia grabbed the top rope (to her right) in both hands and boosted / slid herself through the space between top and middle rope, meaning she was out on the apron when Goodheart made her arrival. THWHACK!
Garcia leapt and pivoted, the highflier stretching out parallel to the top rope so she could blast a snappy kick into the blonde’s forehead! Violyt stumbled away clutching her injured dome in both hands, meaning Sofia had more than enough time to leap from apron to penthouse in a single bound. The crowd offered up a bolstering cry of ‘CAL-E-EN-TAY!’ when Garcia straightened up and leapt into the lights, the Cuban import stretching herself out sideways to plaster Goodheart against the deck with a Diving Crossbod--“OOOOOFFFFHHH!” Violyt didn’t get nearly so much air as her gravity defying adversary, yet simply drawing her knees up to chest-level ensured a most unwelcome landing for Sofia, the brunette THWHUMPING down atop those upraised joints in an improvised Gutbuster!
MID-AIR GUTBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnfCrH72x0g
A gaping Garcia bounced onto her back, heels beating a mad tattoo against the canvas until Goodheart caught both legs in a Back Press and bundled her up for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Sofia burst free of the blonde’s grasp and turned onto her left side, back to the Princess of Peaksville. “That’ll teach you to get saucy with me, mean ‘ol Miss. Mild!” Violyt treated her foe to some good natured scolding after she’d grabbed Garcia’s left arm and pulled it out behind her back.
“Cuuuhhh… crazy bytch.” Sofia kicked and squirmed, but couldn’t prevent Goodheart from wrapping her captured arm around the back of the weirdo’s left leg. “I’ve still got more than enough to burn you upPPEERRRGGHH!”
Violyt dropped to her knees atop the brunette’s back, a move that effectively glued the highflier in place while simultaneously wrenching her pinned arm in a hands-free Hammerlock. “You still want to turn up the heat, little girl?” Goodheart laid claim to Garcia’s right arm and cranked it back at an awkward angle so she could secure it in place beneath her left bicep. With Sofia effectively defenseless, the Sparkly Sadist waggled the fingers of her right hand, then reached down and CRACKED a slap against the Cuban’s fluttering tummy. Violyt tacked on two more slaps before she curled her hand into a claw and draaaaaagged up an down Garcia’s battle-warmed midriff.
“RRRRGGGGHHHH GET OFF ME!” Sofia demanded, the lithesome brunette sounding more Hot & Bothered than Muy Caliente as Goodheart continued to score and rake her abs.
“Not until you tell me how mild you are!” Violyt taunted. “Muy Mild, that’s you!”
“Screw you ya psychopath!” Garcia streeeetched out her right leg as far as it’d go, but she was still far removed from the safety of the strands. “I’ll burn you up before we’re done tonighOOOOOOHHHH AAAAAAHHH GOD!”
Violyt turned her claw into a spade and dug deep into that quivering brunette belly, Goodheart jabbing her index finger deep into the trapped beauty’s navel. Stifling a giggle even as she dug for quit by the handful, Violyt adopted a chipper call center sort of voice and said, “Department of Unanswered Prayers, this is Violyt speaking! How may I disappoint you today?”
“LET GO OF MEEERRRRRRGGGGHHHH!” Sofia shuddered from head to toe as Goodheart repeatedly squeezed and twisted the Belly Claw with the merciless tenacity of a Harley Jo Collins.
Noting the agony stamped on Garcia’s face, Merle stepped up to the action and asked, “What do you say, Sofia? Do you need me to call for the bell?”
“Nuuhh.. noMMMPPPHH!”
Violyt relinquished her tummy torture so she could press that hand over her foe’s mouth and nose. “She doesn’t need the bell, silly. She needs to admit her tragic mildness! Now, ask her if she’s mild!” Goodheart shifted her hand up, hooked index and middle fingers into the brunette’s nostrils and gave them a rough yank!
“AAAAAAAWWWWWW STAAAAAAAAAAAHP!” Sofia’s resilience was crumbling, the earlier defiance giving way to panic as she suffered through Violyt’s increasingly torturous Warm & Fuzzies.
“Not until you give me what I want!” Goodheart quit the nose hook before Merle could start a count but rather than go back to the Belly Claw she began to draaaaaaaaaag her nails across the Cuban’s breasts over and over again, the Princess of Peaksville occasionally pausing to squeeze or tweak the brunette’s bounty. “I can see the headline on FAWN.com now.” Violyt giggled. “Goodheart dismantles and humiliates game Garcia! Sofia stripped to her boots to kick off ‘Mania festivities!”
“NO!” Garcia wailed. “DON’T YOU DARAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE! STOP! STOP! STOP! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIIIIIIIIIIIT!”
The Sparkly Sadist went from top to trunks, Violyt digging her claw into the juncture of her prey’s thighs! Merle immediately called for the bell, but Goodheart didn’t end her mauling just yet. “You know what I want.” she hissed to Sofia. “Give it to me or I’ll toss your top to the front row and keep your trunks for my collec-”
“Mild.” Sofia whimpered. “Mild. Mild. Mild, just lemme OW! OW! OW!”
Violyt removed the claw and SPANKED Garcia’s glutes once, twice, thrice, then crooked that arm into a sinewy bicep flex while the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via submission… VIOLYT GOODHEART!”
Violyt tossed the brunette away, leaving Sofia to curl into a shuddering ball while the blonde skipped over to the innocuous little drawstring bag she’d stashed in her corner.
Alerted to Goodheart’s acquisition thanks to a worried murmur from the crowd, Merle quickly interposed himself between his charges. “I don’t know what you’ve got in mind, Violyt, but you can just forget it right now.” he told the Glittering Enigma. “I’m not gonna have you attacking anyone with a cake fork on my watch.”
Violyt looked mildly perturbed. “First off, thank you for correctly identifying the fork, even if that is nothing more than a spurious internet rumor. Second, even if there WAS a fork, which there isn’t, I certainly wouldn’t use it to eat Cuban food. If you must know what’s in my little bag…” Goodheart reached in and Merle stepped back, one arm instinctively rising to protect his face from the glitter bo--” Violyt removed something rolled and black with the flourish of a Vegas magician, then snapped it out full length to reveal a vintage… Kylie Corps tee-shirt?
“What the heck is--”
“Only the first bit of merchandise for FAWN’s best wrestler EVAR. Goodheart explained after she’d slipped the shirt down over her gear. “And do you know what THIS is?” She reached into the bag and pulled out a narrow white strip with a small hologram on one end.
Merle frowned, more confused than ever. “It’s a ‘Mania ticket.”
“Correction, it’s a front row ‘Mania ticket. Specifically, that seat right there.” Violyt pointed to an empty seat just a little left of center on the side opposite the hard camera.
“So… you’re going to enjoy the rest of the show as a fan?”
Goodheart grinned the grin of something lurking under the bed or in the dark recesses of a forgotten closet. “Oh, absolutely.” her expression brightened and she patted Merle on the cheek. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need popcorn and soda and nachos and ooooohhh, Funyuns! All the Funyuns!”
Snack plan set, the Princess of Peaksville skipped out of the ring, vaulted over the barricade and took her spot between two extremely wary looking FAWNatics. “Hiya, seat friends!”
Goodheart slung an arm over their shoulders and pulled ‘em in close. “Hope you’re ready! Previews are over, it’s time for the Feature Presentation!”