Post by hawkeye on Dec 10, 2020 1:12:20 GMT
The FAWNatics were still buzzing over the last bit of in-ring action when the house lights faded to a welcoming gloom. The lowered illumination led to the requisite hoots and hollers from the excited throng. They only got louder when a brilliant spotlight pierced the darkness. Standing dead center atop the stage, her back to the crowd, was a tall willowy brunette draped in a diaphanous robe that did nothing to hide the limber strength of her frame.
Quick to his duties, the announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach those perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
For tonight’s virtuosa performance the former FAWN World Champion wore deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy white pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turned, and headed down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removed and handed over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbed the steps and spun to face the fans. She dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to center stage and spread her arms wide to offer those assembled another elegant curt--
The lights cut out again, plunging Eliza into darkness before she could finish saluting her faithful. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
This raised a surprised roar from the Cold November revelers, as this particular tune hadn’t graced their ears for some months, when the woman it heralded took a terrible tumble down FAWN’s proverbial mountain. Still, the combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog meant this was no technical error. It took more than half a year, but you know the old saying.
Bad Penny’s always turn up.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
She arrived with the chorus, the Angriest Acolyte rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay looked across the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on Eliza as she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, she started toward the ring just as the Announcer regained his composure.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
For her first battle since that disastrous plunge against Bridget Stroud, the Orphan of Midnight work she wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Also worthy of note, the former brunette had made a startling defection to the camp of the flaxen haired, her previously dark locks were now a luminous golden blonde.
Ignoring the startled jeers of the heathens (save to sneer at those that dared reach too close) Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and earned a loud rumble from the crowd when she went nose to nose with the Superlative Soprano!
Unable to urge either of his charges back to their respective corners, Craig Long offered up a silent prayer to the god of shorthanded referees even as he tossed a signal to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED and Penny stepped forward, the newly-minted blonde using every bit of her weight advantage to encroach on Eliza’s personal space while the former World Champion chested right back at her.
“Sing a song of surrender, won’t you Eliza?” Tremblay asked with a cool, knowing smile. “Of course you’re welcome to scream it if you’d like, but I would much prefer a song… at least to start.”
Simultaneously unimpressed and irritated by her opponent’s pique, Bliss stepped forward and smiled when she felt Tremblay retreat half a step. “Something tells me that Wainright’s ceaseless droning left you quite incapable of appreciating the subtleties of the most exquisite notes. But fear not, understudy. Even a tin-eared hench-wench like yourself can appreciate my victorious high ‘C’, assuming that you’re still conscious to hear it. I’ve been told a faceful of my Contralto is soporific, especially among the easily cowed.”
Penny’s eyes narrowed as she tried to walk right through the brunette, her efforts forcing Bliss to cede a couple backward steps. “You’re the only one going to sleep tonight, bytch. But you won’t drift off until you’ve sobbed yourself hoarSRRGGHH!”
Fed up with Tremblay’s presence in her personal space, Eliza created some separation with a rough two-handed shove, then followed it up with a brisk shot Joanna Coleman called an open palmed strike and Gordy more accurately (and gleefully) labeled a Bytch Slap.
The ‘oooohhhh’ of the crowd and Penny’s wide-eyed anger certainly suggested the latter, not that Eliza gave the brunette much time to worry about such distinctions of nomenclature. Indeed Tremblay hadn’t even mustered an answering syllable when Bliss reared back and struck her again, this time with a thrust that gouged the tips of her fingers into the hollow of the blonde’s delicate throat! Penny rasped and lashed out with a Haymaker that Eliza didn’t so much dodge as she did flit clear of. Twisting ‘round behind the Orphan of Midnight, she drove a Broadside Kneelift into the small of Tremblay’s back, then snatched a double handful of hair and went up on tiptoes to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the landing when she THWHUMPED Penny down flat on her back!
Such a blatant display of hair pulling didn’t often earn any goodwill from the FAWNatics, yet the CNP crowd cheered quite warmly when the Superlative Soprano stretched her arms wide and offered up the first of many flawless high notes. More angered by the reaction than she was hurt by the landing (though the burn in her scalp would be redressed sooner than later, believe that) Tremblay scrambled to boot-leather and whipped a short Clothesline at the back of Bliss’ skull only to hit the brakes when Eliza dipped low and twisted out of the way.
SMACK! Eliza sent the bendy-backed blonde stumbling with a rude shove to the shoulders.
“What do you think this is, warm ups?” Bliss snapped to her adversary. “Dinner theater try-outs? Do I have to remind you that this is FAWN, understudy? Where the spotlight shines brightest and it burns away those who aren’t prepar--”
Penny lunged so Eliza ducked and ended up eating a faceful of Tremblay’s knee when the attack proved nothing but a feint. Bliss stumbled, went down on her knee and popped right back up onto to double over when Penny snatched hold of her hair. Yanking the Briton’s dark locks hard enough to make her yelp, Tremblay spun around in a circle which forced Eliza to do the same. And not just once, mind you. The Angriest Acolyte swung through three full rotations before she planted her feet and sent Bliss flying through the air to THWHUMP down flat on her face, chest and belly near one corner of the squared circle.
“Stay away from her hair, Penny.” Craig warned. “I know you didn’t forget the rules while you were gone.”
“Of course I didn’t.” Tremblay confirmed as she walked down the dazed diva. “Yet you still insist on wasting my time.”
Long blustered some response but Penny wasn’t listening. She’d already moved ahead and helped herself to a double handful of hair the moment Bliss sat up. “C’mon shytbird, let’s get you to a more comfortable seat. C’mon I said!”
Dragging Eliza into the corner like a particularly obnoxious sack of laundry, Bad Penny BWUNGED the back of her head against the bottom turnbuckle, then dropped to her knees and wrapped one white-knuckled hand around the Englishwoman’s throat. “Stop the choke, Penny!” Craig barked. “I mean it now, don’t--”
Tremblay straightened up, ‘rounded on the ref and stalked him more than halfway across the squared circle. “Your warnings are nothing, idiot. Understand? You want my compliance, you make a f*cking count. Otherwise I don’t want to hear your stupid voice.”
Terms laid out as plainly as she could, Penelope dismissed the zebra and raced back to the corner, the last True Believer leaving her feet in arcing back-flip that ended with her butt and lower back just THWHUMPING against Eliza’s tummy and chest! The Inverted Cannonball smashed Bliss against the buckles but she slopped over onto one side once Tremblay tumbled away from the wreckage.
INVERTED CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS2b8LbEHKE
Penny noted this change from her perch on one knee and rather than return to the corner she went low and rolled under the bottom rope to approach from the outside. “I asked you for a song, Bliss.” Tremblay filled one hand with the brunette’s hair and grabbed an ankle in the other. “If you won’t play one of your own accord… it’ll get it by force.”
On that unpleasant note she raised a foot, braced it against the ring post and stepped back to craaaaaaaaaaaank the other bendy-back’s lissome frame around the unyielding steel!
“GGRRRRHHHHHH! ROPES! ROPES!” Eliza groaned, justifiably so as she’d grabbed hold of the bottom strand even as she tried to free her hair from Tremblay’s talons.
Craig hurried over to deal with the infraction, only to pause when he remembered Penny’s demand. Deciding to take her at her word, the official bypassed the warning in favor of counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Tremblay dropped her foot to create some slack on the makeshift Bow & Arrow, then took a giant step back to THWHUNK her foe’s spine into the post! “Nnnnnngggggghhh… you shrill harridan.” Bliss groaned as she rolled onto her stomach. “You’ll come to regret trying to upstage meRRRGGHH!”
Still lurking outside, Penny glommed on in a Front Facelock, grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband and dragged her away from the corner to a spot in the middle (of the edge) of the ring. Shifting over to a double handhold on Bliss’s hair, Tremblay lifted up until her back was touching the bottom rope, then tossed her down to THWHUMP the former World Champ’s chest against the blunt edge! “I’m not here to steal your spotlight, bytch.” Penny hissed in her rival’s ear. “I’m here to burn down the theater.” As proof of these ill intentions she stepped off to the Englishwoman’s right, Tremblay creating just enough distance to lope forward and THWHACK the sole of her left boot against the side of the Blackbird’s skull!
APRON BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pilEbgNGxQ
Eliza went all loosey goosey and slid forward but didn’t actually dribble out of the ring until Penny grabbed a handful of blue waistband and gave it a sharp tug. Delighted by the sight of her prone prey, Tremblay raised a boot to stomp on Bliss’ chest, then decided to hop onto the apron instead. Climbing into the ring for the sole purpose of breaking Long’s count, Bad Penny returned to the apron and hopped off to THWHAP a single stomp to the pit o Eliza’s stomach! Bliss sat up, got knocked right back down with a nudging knee to the forehead.
With Bliss understandably preoccupied by the ache in her head and the rumble in her gut, Tremblay had no problem taking the brunette’s ankles one in each hand. From there she tucked them under her armpits and dragged Eliza about halfway down the aisle before she stretched those glossy stems wide and stamped hard on the pit of the Englishwoman’s stomach. Bliss gurgled and squirmed but didn’t manage to sit up, so Penny ground her foot in a little deeper to ensure Bliss could do nothing but suck wind when she tossed her legs aside. A quick jaunt to the corner led Tremblay to the steel steps, which she ascended with in a series of hollow, banging stomps that were quite a bit heavier than strictly necessary.
“Eliza’s having trouble hitting her notes right now.” the blonde sneered to the FAWNatics. “Would you like to sing… or rather, PLEAD, for her?”
Their response was overwhelmingly negative, a brazen act of defiance that the Angriest Acolyte would’ve punished a thousand times over if she’d had the patience to do so. Since she did not, the callous bendy-back flipped them the bird, then leapt off the top step and THAWHUMPED the point of her left elbow into the pit of Bliss’ stomach!
Now Eliza did sit up, the gut-shot Briton pawing at Penny with one-handed shoves until Tremblay rose and departed of her own accord. “Slow that count, heathen.” she warned Craig as she walked away from the gasping brunette. “If I have to reset it before my work out here is done…” she trailed off, letting the zebra’s imagination fill in all the unpleasant details.
The warning was probably unnecessary as Long had just reached the halfway mark and Penny didn’t waste any time slipping her fingers into a crease between the mats to-- there was an ‘ooooooohhhh!’ from the crowd and a muttered curse from the referee as Tremblay pulled the mat up and peeled it back to expose the dull gray concrete beneath. Eyes alight with all sorts of vicious possibilities, Penny stalked back to Eliza and scraped the sole of her boot across the Englishwoman’s face to ensure she was properly distracted when she snatched a double handful of hair and just because she loved the feel of suffering soprano beneath her feet.
Hauling Bliss to boot-leather with a few violent yanks, Tremblay snaked a hand between her opponent’s thighs and scooped her up onto her right shoulder. The prospect of a Body Slam, even one delivered on the outside, didn’t usually stir the concerns of a capacity crowd, but tonight there was a noticeable rumble when the Bad Penny walked over to the bare floor and THWHUMPED Bliss down flat!
“AAAWWW GAWD!” Eliza sat up and wailed, one hand pressed to her spine while the other tugged at her own hair.
“All pleas will go unanswered unless addressed to me, shytter.” Penny bent down to grab more hair only to straighten up and turn away, the lithesome lioness diving under the bottom rope to reset Long’s count, which had grown dangerously high. “What did I tell you?” she hissed at the official. “I have a very specific set of goals to accomplish tonight and I will not delay them simply to satiate your meaningless need to impose order!”
“Don’t threaten me, Penny.” Craig answered with a confidence he didn’t actually feel. “The rules apply to both of you, something you should remember when Eliza’s turned the tables.”
Tremblay favored him with an acidic smile. “As of she could. Stand and bear witness, little man. The worst is still to come.”
More than happy to fulfill this dire prophecy, Penelope dismissed the black & white and made her way out of the ring once more. Collecting a rough handful of hair right about the time Bliss made it to one knee, Tremblay hauled her upright, then switched over to a Wristlock and used it to shoulder the veteran into an awkward back-first collision with the steel guardrail. “The Great Outside is far too dangerous for a delicate creature such as yourself.” Penny continued to mash her shoulder into Eliza’s sternum, which in turn ground her back against the barricade. “Let’s return you to more a more hospitable environment, shall we?”
“Eeerrrhhhhh… I’m right where I want to be, understu--” Bliss’ retort came to a premature end when Tremblay took a giant step backward and slung her across the narrow aisle with an Irish Whip aimed straight at the-- the Renaissance Woman dug in her feet, took control of the Wristlock and reversed the Whip, Eliza’s abrupt shift causing Penny to overbalance and ultimately pitch into the side of the steps shoulder-first!
The force of that collision knocked the steps askew and produced an echoing BWAAANG that was quickly overwhelmed by crowd’s roar of ‘BLISS! BLISS! BLISS!’ Eliza appreciated the response but didn’t immediately acknowledge it because she was too busy working the knots from her throbbing back.
“Insolent little chorus girl.” Bliss grunted after she’d tromped over to the sprawling facedown wreck that was Penny Tremblay. “It’s high time you learned your place in this great show of ours.”
Flipping hair out of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Craig making his count and shifted her attention in his direction. “Please be so kind as to slow the count again, Mr. Long.” she said sweetly. “It appears Penelope and I have some lingering issues to resolve before we return to the squared circle.”
“Jeeze, you too Eliza? Why didn’t you just ask for No Count Outs?”
“Because I didn’t realize she was trash.” the Briton replied simply enough. Dropping to one knee with that bony joint snug in the hollow of her blonde opponent’s back, Eliza plunged both hands into Tremblay’s hair and pulled her head back far enough to force some rather blistering eye contact. “Can you hold your own out here for a little while longer, sweet Penelope? Or shall I return you to the safety of canvas and ropes? “
“Drrrrhhh… don’t make me laugh you hapless little prissNGH! NGH! NGH! GRRRAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Eliza banged her foe’s forehead against the steel steps once, twice, thrice. Hardly satisfied, she palmed the blonde’s noggin in both hands and took great delight in dragging her features back and forth across the corrugated metal! Bliss worked it for an internal five count before she bounced her head one more time and let the former Churchgoer roll away to check for blood. This was no show of mercy however, merely something to keep Tremblay busy while the Superlative Soprano went to work on the strips of heavy duct tape that kept some nondescript electrical cord in place. Ignoring the concerned look of some nearby FAWN techs when she pulled it up, Eliza strutted over to Penny, pulled her to a seat and deftly looped the cord around, not her throat, but her mouth!
“EEEERRRRGGGGHHH! GAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!” Tremblay gouged and pulled at the ugly makeshift bridle but couldn’t free herself even after she shifted her focus from the encroaching cord to the Englishwoman’s hair. This actually proved effective in a roundabout way because Bliss abruptly slid her garrote south from Tremblay’s mouth to her throat, the Superlative Soprano tugging tight enough to make the younger woman’s eyes bulge!
“Those noises you’re making?” Eliza cooed. “That’s what hapless sounds like.”
Penny was in no position to contradict her, not even when the former World Champion relinquished the Stranglehold in favor of a perfectly legal Front Facelock. Slinging the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders while she was still down on one knee, Bliss hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather and moved across the aisle to position herself back-to the bald patch Penny had exposed earlier in the match. Tremblay came to regret this decision mere heartbeats later when Eliza dipped her knees and popped her hips to THWHUMP the Angriest Acolyte against the concrete with a Vertical Suplex that was both simple and elegant in the havoc it wrought on Penny’s defenseless back!
“NNNNGGGGHHHH!” the noise that escaped Tremblay’s throat was low and guttural, a rather ugly sound when taken by itself, yet one that mustered a sort of austere beauty when paired with the warbling high note Eliza offered to the arena when she got to her feet with both arms stretched wide. “Thank you. Thank you, you’re too kind.” Bliss crossed her ankles and dipped into a deep, sweeping curtsey that earned even more applause from the FAWNatics.
Bolstered by their support, she bent to collect the aching blonde only to draw back when she noted the depth of Long’s count. Making no effort to hide her sigh of irritation, the former World Champion walked to the apron, slid under the bottom rope and made eye contact with the official. “My apologies, Craig. Perhaps I wasn’t quite clear with my last request. Allow me to repeat it. Hold. Your. Count.”
“You know I can’t do that, Eli--and you’re already gone. That’s great.”
Indeed Bliss had already made her exit, the lissome brunette bendy-back securing that delayed grip on Penny’s long blonde locks. “Did you think me nothing more than a delicate songbird, Tremblay?” Eliza peeled Tremblay off the floor, marched her over to the Announcer’s Table and promptly BWANGED her head against the top. “A beautiful pop of color to stuff and mount for your burgeoning trophy collection? I do hope that you’re starting to see the error of your HRGH!”
Tremblay blasted an elbow into Bliss’ tummy before the veteran could bash her head again, then spiked her two more times so she could free her hair from Eliza’s grip. “You think too little of me, Eliza.” Now it was Tremblay who snatched her opponent’s hair. “You’re no mere trophy. You’re a STATEMENTNNNGGGHH!”
The Orphan of Midnight went to dent Eliza’s forehead against the edge of the table only for Bliss ‘smeck’ her palms upon the table to thwart the effort. She treated Penelope to a couple elbows to the gut, then cried out in angry pain when the blonde yanked her up on tipt--“OOOWWWW BYTCH!” Tremblay forgot all about Bliss’ hair in favor of protecting her eyes, specifically the left, as Eliza had so recently (and rudely) applied her thumb thereto.
Bliss was tempted to slap Penny’s face somewhere into the upper deck, but she stayed her hand until the younger wrestler spun around and lurched away. Then she reached out, caught a handful of waistband and drew Tremblay in close. Wedging her head under the blonde’s left arm, Bliss slipped her right arm across her foe’s lower back and hoisted her onto the ball of her right shoulder just to step out from under so that the former Churchgoer THWHAMMED down full length onto the Announce Table!
It didn’t give way which was slightly disappointing, it did however keep Penny from doing much more than groaning for the time being, so the Renaissance Woman strolled over to the Timekeeper’s corner and shooed the man aside so she could lay claim to his chair. Indulging in a little elegant posing as the CNP crowd grew that much louder, Bliss opened the chair with a loud ‘SNAK!’ and made a show of setting it down parallel to the Announce Table.
“My dear girl, such a slovenly arrangement on the table is no way to take in a once in a lifetime performance such as this. Please, allow me to guide you to a far more suitable seat!”
Penny tried to swat her away, so Eliza punched her in the belly until she could grab a handful of hair with no interference. The walk from the table to the chair was a short one, yet that didn’t stop the Superlative Soprano from yaaaaaaaaaaaanking on Tremblay’s hair every step of the way. Forcing her blonde into the chair with a soft plop, Bliss plowed a few Forearm Smashes into Tremblay’s chest to keep her properly subdued when she turned around and made her way to the apron. Mounting it in a single effortless bound, Eliza headed to the far corner, then turned around and offered the Cold November Revelers another luxurious high note. With the capacity crowd providing a sublime chorus for what came next, Bliss raced down the apron and leapt out into the aether in a somersault that THWHUMED her full force into the seated blonde!
APRON SOMERSAULT SENTON (SANS CHAIR):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6mGhs53I9M
The landing was mostly back on chest (though the Brit did give her rival a brusque faceful of buns, a detail which Eliza appreciated to no end) and while it wasn’t what you’d call a graceful collision, Bliss tumbled through to come up on one knee belting out another sublime ‘C’! Her finish was far better than Tremblay’s, who wound up bowled out of the chair to land hard on the back of her head and shoulders before slopping through to her tummy.
Having ‘flicked’ her briefs back into place following the Senton, Eliza stood up and looked around, the former World Champion seemingly quite pleased with the disheveled Announce Table and the overturned chair. “I do believe you’ve learned your lesson about challenging me outside the ring, understudy.” Plunging a hand into the hair just above the nape of Tremblay’s neck, Bliss dragged her to all fours, then added a hand to her waistband (nothing more than an excuse for a massive wedgie, as Gordy pointed out) to haul the Last True Believer upright and sling her under the bottom rope. Never one to hesitate after delivering a grand finale, the Superlative Soprano slid in after her prey and bundled her into a tight Crossbody, Bliss collecting both of Penny’s legs in a bundle to point her backside at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay wrenched free of the predicament with half a second to spare, the leggy blonde instinctually rolling to one side to prevent an immediate follow-up. This worked to prevent another pin, it did not however keep the Blackbird from helping herself to another greedy handful of her hair. Returning to verticality with Penny’s noggin in her grasp, Eliza stuffed a Kneelift into the blonde’s belly and followed that with a Front Facelock. Free hand raised high, Eliza fired off a high note, then sank into a deep crouch and launched herself skyward, the Englishwoman stretching herself out at a near-perfect forty-five degree angle before she swung down and-- Tremblay got her hands against Bliss’ washboard tummy and shoved up and out to send the other wrestler flying away from the thwarted DDT.
It could’ve been an awful landing, but Eliza adjusted in midair so that she landed on her feet with nary a tremble. Sensing she was still a tic ahead of the furious blonde, Bliss rushed in and fired off a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Tremblay’s stom-NO! Penelope caught Eliza’s ankle and yanked her forward even as she stepped off to one side, the Orphan of Midnight hooking her right arm into the pit of Bliss’ right knee while also throwing her left arm across the startled Briton’s shoulders. Hoisting Eliza to chest-level in an awkward looking Cradle, Tremblay whirled in a circle, then went up on tiptoe and lifted the Songbird a little bit higher before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Bliss spine-first across her thigh!
CRADLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijypd4EatbI
Eliza bounced up and rolled away, the agonized brunette pressing one hand to the small of her back long before she came to a rest not far from the ropes. Elsewhere, Tremblay got up and flipped the hair out of her face, the dark-eyed battler regarding her vulnerable rival with a look of smoldering anger. No words from the former Churchgoer, indeed she was eerily quiet when she started forward and-- Bliss groaned and clambered to all fours, her partial recovery sending Tremblay back into the strands. A little backward bounce gave the Bad Penny all the momentum she needed to return to the center where she launched into a gorgeous handstand that culminated with her right shin THWHUNKING down across the back of Eliza’s neck!
HANDSPRING ENZU KNEE DROP @ 1:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BigfAZ4muQc
Bliss went down in a heap with Tremblay perched atop her, the Last True Believer raising her hands to better bask in the hatred the FAWNatics funneled her way. The sadistic showboating did indeed earn the blonde a torrent of vitriol, but Tremblay must’ve wanted a deluge because she reversed her position and grabbed a double handful of hair so she could scruuuuuuuuuuubb Eliza’s shrieking, protesting features against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
Give the veteran credit, she never lost track of her place in the ring, which meant she hooked an ankle over the bottom rope within heartbeats of Penny starting her wicked wash. Credit to Craig Long as well, who made no effort to coax Tremblay to gentler tactics, the ref instead barking out a simple, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Tremblay stood up with a flourish but this proved little respite for the scoured Songbird as she promptly grabbed Bliss by the ears and dragged her away from the sanctuary of the strands. Shifting from ears to Chinlock, Penelope led the woozy Brit to the middle of the squared circle, then twisted around so they were back to back with Eliza’s neck bent awkwardly over her left should-- the former Churchgoer dropped to one knee to THWHUNK the base of Bliss’ neck against the posted joint rather than over her shoulder.
NECKBREAKER OVER THE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMaWPvmG9tM
The Neckbreaker still lived up to its name regardless of delivery point, Eliza left shuddering and groaning with both arms swaddling her aching sku--“Did I say you could take a bow, you overrated prima donna? This performance isn’t over yet.”
Bliss offered no response when Penny hooked both hands around her shoulder-straps and hauled her to her feet, the former World Champ far too woozy to defend against any of the blonde’s malevolent ministrations. And malevolent they truly were, as evidenced by the worried buzz when Tremblay dipped her head under the brunette’s left arm and wrapped her right arm around that slim waist. The FAWNatics were right to think Spine Tremblar when Penelope boosted Eliza onto her shoulder, yet the woman in question wasn’t quite ready to close things out because rather than deposit Bliss onto her knees, she twisted ‘round underneath and caught another Chinlock, all the better to lay out on her back while simultaneously PLANTING Eliza on the back of her head and shoulders with another thunderous Neckbreaker!
BELLY TO BACK NECKBREAKER @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAAacpH5Jns
Bliss bounced to a seat before slopping to her side, or rather, returning to verticality by yet another greedy double handful of hair! “Almost time for the curtain now, songbird.” Tremblay cooed in the Englishwoman’s ear. “I wonder if you’ll be conscious when it falls?”
Eager to find out, she hooked Bliss into place for another Backdrop Suplex and this time she must’ve been thinking Spine Tremblar, only problem was Eliza was too as evidenced by the way she pushed off with just enough momentum to back-flip out of the blonde’s clutches! Straightening up in an instant, the Renaissance Woman snatched handful of hair and yanked Penny’s head back to guarantee the best target when she THWHAPPED her forearm against the base of the younger woman’s skull in a nasty Enzu European Uppercut.
Tremblay stumbled hard but didn’t get more than two steps before Eliza hooked her arms around opposing biceps and wrenched ‘em both behind her back in a Double Chickenwing that meant DecrescendNOOOO! Penny smacked a short Headbutt into Bliss’ chin and powered into the ropes with the Briton still in possession of her arms! Both legs were still her own so she threw the right one over the bottom strand and shouted, “BREAK IT! LET GO OF ME, I’M IN the ropeNNNNGGGGHH!”
Eliza halved her grip and just unloaded on the back of Tremblay’s skull with perhaps half a dozen Forearm Smashes! From there she segued to a rough Sleeper, the blue-clad brunette just reefing the hold back & forth as she backed Penny out into deep water. The Angriest Acolyte never stopped reaching for the ropes, alas it didn’t do a damned bit of good before Bliss dropped her hips and ripped the blonde loose of her moorings with a Sleeper Suplex that THAWHAMMED Tremblay down flat on her face, chest and belly!
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
FAWN producers loved a lingering shot on a flattened wrestler in the aftermath of a devastating maneuver unfortunately for this particular instance they had to settle for a slow motion replay because Eliza pounced on her prey without preamble, the former World Champion folding her blonde rival in half with an aggressive Back Press that kept Penny down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tremblay twitched out, the former Churchgoer ending up on her belly instead of her back because Eliza bounced to her feet rather than try for a second pin. Stalking into position on the chorus girl’s six, Eliza dropped into a slight crouch and raised her right hand high overhead, the middle, index and ring fingers curled into a three point claw that promised a sad, burbling defeat for the Orphan of Midnight.
“The spotlight burns brighter than ever, understudy.” Eliza explained as she made minor adjustments to better stay in Tremblay’s blind spot. “You may be tough enough to stand therein, but it takes a special sort to see things through to the bitter end.”
Unaware of these ruminations, Penelope Tremblay gathered her reserves and made it to her feet in stages, the leggy blonde battler only vaguely aware of the thrumming crowd as she wheeled around to find the hateful Songbir--
“GUUURRRRHK!”
Eliza shot in and jabbed the Cleft Note into Penny’s mouth, those curled fingers just gouging into the soft flesh beneath her blonde’s tongue! Eyes wide as saucers, Penny stamped her feet and flailed her arms, the latter looping in comic windmills before she came to her senses and started to pull at Bliss’ wrist. “Too late for that, I’m afraid. But this is still your big moment, chorus girl. I hope you can make it count, even in defeaAAAARRRRHHHH EYES! EYEEEEEES!”
Quick to discern that working Eliza’s wrist was a sure path to defeat, Penny caught the brunette’s head in her hands and gouged her thumbs into Bliss’ dark eyes! Shrieking with pain, Eliza bore down on the Cleft Note with everything she had left, which only resulted in another shuddering jolt against her eyelids! Forced to break her grip to slap the blonde’s hands aside, Eliza spun on one heel and lurched toward the rop--
Penny lunged, caught the Englishwoman’s waistband in one hand and yanked her into position for another Backdrop Suplex. No stopping the Spine Tremblar this time, Penny hoisted her high and immediately dropped down flat, both knees coming up across her chest to SPIKE the brunette’s unpleasant landing! Bliss bounced up and turned inside out in midair, the Renaissance Woman blasted back to the Dark Ages by Bad Penny’s cruel chiropractic adjustment.
SPINE TREMBLAR @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG9htTnx3pM
Tremblay moved in like she was thinking about a pin, but in the end she drew back and got to her feet, the Last True Believer shaking her head ‘no’. “Not finished with you, heathen. Not just yet.” With that she headed for the nearest corner, making sure to stamp on Bliss’ fluttering tummy in the process. Once there she sprang from the canvas to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, Penny displaying the sort of liquid grace usually confined to the Lightweights. Swinging around and straightening up in a single motion, Tremblay honed in on Eliza and leapt into the lights, the bewitching blonde drawing herself into a toe touch at the zenith only to stretch out full length a heartbeat before she CRASHED her hundred and thirty-two pounds down on Eliza’s chest!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
Legs kicked straight up by the nauseating pressure of Penny’s Dying Breath, Bliss could only wheeze when Tremblay sat on her chest and she certainly couldn’t stop the blonde from corralling both legs beneath her right arm. Leaaaaaaaning back to point her gaze and Eliza’s butt into the lights, Penny flattened her left hand into a paddle and brazenly swatted English glutes in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED, yet Tremblay didn’t relinquish her perch. In fact she shifted from swatting to straight up SPANKING when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The blonde emphasized that proclamation with a final hard slap, then tossed Bliss’ legs aside and bounced to her feet. “Raise my hand.” she growled at Long. “RAISE MY HAND, I SAID!”
The ref did as commanded only to scatter when Penny pulled her wrist away like she meant to backhand his face sideways. Breathing hard in the wake of arguably the most high profile victory of her FAWN tenure, Penny glared into the camera and asked, “Did you think a tumble down the mountain would keep me down? Keep me away? Well, I am THRILLED to disappoint you. And as for the coddled trash skittering around in that locker room, breathe deep while you can. Breathe easy while you can. Because your Dying Breath is coming sooner than you ever imagined.”
Quick to his duties, the announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from London, England, she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty two pounds. She is the Renaissance Woman, the Superlative Soprano, ladies and gentlemen I give to you… ELIZA BLISSSSSS!”
ELIZA BLISS:
A sweet melodious set of notes reached to the heights only a hint at the beauty of her operatic ecstasy. Eliza, her arms raised high, serenaded the crowd with her own entrance accompaniment, no one else able to reach those perfect notes of sweetest rapture. After several seconds of, well, pure bliss, the Queen of the Spotlight grabbed the sash at her waist, yanked the robe open and let it fall at her feet.
For tonight’s virtuosa performance the former FAWN World Champion wore deep blue briefs and a matching sleeveless crop-top that left the whole of her midsection bare. Across the seat of her trunks was a single word done in bold white strokes designed to make them look like they’ve been illuminated by a spotlight. It reads simply: BLISS. Below and beside, elbow and knees were protected by glossy white pads, while the Briton’s wrestling boots matched the blue of her briefs.
Eliza tossed her long dark locks over a shoulder with a whiplash shrug, turned, and headed down the ramp and aisle crisscrossing to slap hands with any and all extended her way. A standard bit of business for any babyface, but Eliza’s treatment was all the more impressive because she continued to belt out a flawless rendition of the concluding aria of Giulio Cesare.
Finishing her performance with a single loop around ringside, Bliss removed and handed over her unobtrusive microphone headset, quickly climbed the steps and spun to face the fans. She dipped into a deep curtsey as thanks for this latest round of thunderous applause. Once it died down, she slipped through the ropes, strode to center stage and spread her arms wide to offer those assembled another elegant curt--
The lights cut out again, plunging Eliza into darkness before she could finish saluting her faithful. With it came the low hum of a guitar and a repetition of vaguely ecclesiastical ‘oh’s’ that marked the beginning of Thirty Seconds to Mars’s ‘Walk on Water’.
WALK ON WATER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8yo7l43Yoo
This raised a surprised roar from the Cold November revelers, as this particular tune hadn’t graced their ears for some months, when the woman it heralded took a terrible tumble down FAWN’s proverbial mountain. Still, the combination of ghostly blue lights at floor level and a thin carpet of dry ice fog meant this was no technical error. It took more than half a year, but you know the old saying.
Bad Penny’s always turn up.
PENELOPE TREMBLAY:
She arrived with the chorus, the Angriest Acolyte rising into view on a mechanical lift hidden within the dark so it looked as though she appeared from thin air. Taking up residence center stage, Penelope Tremblay looked across the arena for several long seconds before she raised her left hand to right shoulder and brushed off some invisible dust. Eyes locked on Eliza as she repeated the sigil on her left shoulder, she started toward the ring just as the Announcer regained his composure.
“And introducing her opponent, hailing from Hobbs End, New Hampshire she stands at five feet-eight inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds. She is the Soul Survivor and the only Hope of a Dark Tomorrow, I give to you ‘BAD’ PENNY TREMBLAY!”
For her first battle since that disastrous plunge against Bridget Stroud, the Orphan of Midnight work she wore a midnight blue two piece consisting of a sports-bra top and strappy briefs, both edged in copper trim. Pads at knee and elbow were matte gray while her boots matched her trunks. Also worthy of note, the former brunette had made a startling defection to the camp of the flaxen haired, her previously dark locks were now a luminous golden blonde.
Ignoring the startled jeers of the heathens (save to sneer at those that dared reach too close) Tremblay made her way down the ramp, then hurried up the steel steps, climbed onto the empty corner and sprang from there to the center of the ring, where she dropped to her knees facing the hard camera A detail noted by those with particularly sharp vision, Penny wore copper-colored eye shadow, a sartorial detail that made it look like the coins placed over the eyes of the dearly departed. Standing after an appropriate stretch of genuflection, Tremblay stood up and earned a loud rumble from the crowd when she went nose to nose with the Superlative Soprano!
Unable to urge either of his charges back to their respective corners, Craig Long offered up a silent prayer to the god of shorthanded referees even as he tossed a signal to the Timekeeper. The bell CLANGED and Penny stepped forward, the newly-minted blonde using every bit of her weight advantage to encroach on Eliza’s personal space while the former World Champion chested right back at her.
“Sing a song of surrender, won’t you Eliza?” Tremblay asked with a cool, knowing smile. “Of course you’re welcome to scream it if you’d like, but I would much prefer a song… at least to start.”
Simultaneously unimpressed and irritated by her opponent’s pique, Bliss stepped forward and smiled when she felt Tremblay retreat half a step. “Something tells me that Wainright’s ceaseless droning left you quite incapable of appreciating the subtleties of the most exquisite notes. But fear not, understudy. Even a tin-eared hench-wench like yourself can appreciate my victorious high ‘C’, assuming that you’re still conscious to hear it. I’ve been told a faceful of my Contralto is soporific, especially among the easily cowed.”
Penny’s eyes narrowed as she tried to walk right through the brunette, her efforts forcing Bliss to cede a couple backward steps. “You’re the only one going to sleep tonight, bytch. But you won’t drift off until you’ve sobbed yourself hoarSRRGGHH!”
Fed up with Tremblay’s presence in her personal space, Eliza created some separation with a rough two-handed shove, then followed it up with a brisk shot Joanna Coleman called an open palmed strike and Gordy more accurately (and gleefully) labeled a Bytch Slap.
The ‘oooohhhh’ of the crowd and Penny’s wide-eyed anger certainly suggested the latter, not that Eliza gave the brunette much time to worry about such distinctions of nomenclature. Indeed Tremblay hadn’t even mustered an answering syllable when Bliss reared back and struck her again, this time with a thrust that gouged the tips of her fingers into the hollow of the blonde’s delicate throat! Penny rasped and lashed out with a Haymaker that Eliza didn’t so much dodge as she did flit clear of. Twisting ‘round behind the Orphan of Midnight, she drove a Broadside Kneelift into the small of Tremblay’s back, then snatched a double handful of hair and went up on tiptoes to add a little more ‘oomph’ to the landing when she THWHUMPED Penny down flat on her back!
Such a blatant display of hair pulling didn’t often earn any goodwill from the FAWNatics, yet the CNP crowd cheered quite warmly when the Superlative Soprano stretched her arms wide and offered up the first of many flawless high notes. More angered by the reaction than she was hurt by the landing (though the burn in her scalp would be redressed sooner than later, believe that) Tremblay scrambled to boot-leather and whipped a short Clothesline at the back of Bliss’ skull only to hit the brakes when Eliza dipped low and twisted out of the way.
SMACK! Eliza sent the bendy-backed blonde stumbling with a rude shove to the shoulders.
“What do you think this is, warm ups?” Bliss snapped to her adversary. “Dinner theater try-outs? Do I have to remind you that this is FAWN, understudy? Where the spotlight shines brightest and it burns away those who aren’t prepar--”
Penny lunged so Eliza ducked and ended up eating a faceful of Tremblay’s knee when the attack proved nothing but a feint. Bliss stumbled, went down on her knee and popped right back up onto to double over when Penny snatched hold of her hair. Yanking the Briton’s dark locks hard enough to make her yelp, Tremblay spun around in a circle which forced Eliza to do the same. And not just once, mind you. The Angriest Acolyte swung through three full rotations before she planted her feet and sent Bliss flying through the air to THWHUMP down flat on her face, chest and belly near one corner of the squared circle.
“Stay away from her hair, Penny.” Craig warned. “I know you didn’t forget the rules while you were gone.”
“Of course I didn’t.” Tremblay confirmed as she walked down the dazed diva. “Yet you still insist on wasting my time.”
Long blustered some response but Penny wasn’t listening. She’d already moved ahead and helped herself to a double handful of hair the moment Bliss sat up. “C’mon shytbird, let’s get you to a more comfortable seat. C’mon I said!”
Dragging Eliza into the corner like a particularly obnoxious sack of laundry, Bad Penny BWUNGED the back of her head against the bottom turnbuckle, then dropped to her knees and wrapped one white-knuckled hand around the Englishwoman’s throat. “Stop the choke, Penny!” Craig barked. “I mean it now, don’t--”
Tremblay straightened up, ‘rounded on the ref and stalked him more than halfway across the squared circle. “Your warnings are nothing, idiot. Understand? You want my compliance, you make a f*cking count. Otherwise I don’t want to hear your stupid voice.”
Terms laid out as plainly as she could, Penelope dismissed the zebra and raced back to the corner, the last True Believer leaving her feet in arcing back-flip that ended with her butt and lower back just THWHUMPING against Eliza’s tummy and chest! The Inverted Cannonball smashed Bliss against the buckles but she slopped over onto one side once Tremblay tumbled away from the wreckage.
INVERTED CANNONBALL:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oS2b8LbEHKE
Penny noted this change from her perch on one knee and rather than return to the corner she went low and rolled under the bottom rope to approach from the outside. “I asked you for a song, Bliss.” Tremblay filled one hand with the brunette’s hair and grabbed an ankle in the other. “If you won’t play one of your own accord… it’ll get it by force.”
On that unpleasant note she raised a foot, braced it against the ring post and stepped back to craaaaaaaaaaaank the other bendy-back’s lissome frame around the unyielding steel!
“GGRRRRHHHHHH! ROPES! ROPES!” Eliza groaned, justifiably so as she’d grabbed hold of the bottom strand even as she tried to free her hair from Tremblay’s talons.
Craig hurried over to deal with the infraction, only to pause when he remembered Penny’s demand. Deciding to take her at her word, the official bypassed the warning in favor of counting, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Tremblay dropped her foot to create some slack on the makeshift Bow & Arrow, then took a giant step back to THWHUNK her foe’s spine into the post! “Nnnnnngggggghhh… you shrill harridan.” Bliss groaned as she rolled onto her stomach. “You’ll come to regret trying to upstage meRRRGGHH!”
Still lurking outside, Penny glommed on in a Front Facelock, grabbed hold of the brunette’s waistband and dragged her away from the corner to a spot in the middle (of the edge) of the ring. Shifting over to a double handhold on Bliss’s hair, Tremblay lifted up until her back was touching the bottom rope, then tossed her down to THWHUMP the former World Champ’s chest against the blunt edge! “I’m not here to steal your spotlight, bytch.” Penny hissed in her rival’s ear. “I’m here to burn down the theater.” As proof of these ill intentions she stepped off to the Englishwoman’s right, Tremblay creating just enough distance to lope forward and THWHACK the sole of her left boot against the side of the Blackbird’s skull!
APRON BICYCLE KICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pilEbgNGxQ
Eliza went all loosey goosey and slid forward but didn’t actually dribble out of the ring until Penny grabbed a handful of blue waistband and gave it a sharp tug. Delighted by the sight of her prone prey, Tremblay raised a boot to stomp on Bliss’ chest, then decided to hop onto the apron instead. Climbing into the ring for the sole purpose of breaking Long’s count, Bad Penny returned to the apron and hopped off to THWHAP a single stomp to the pit o Eliza’s stomach! Bliss sat up, got knocked right back down with a nudging knee to the forehead.
With Bliss understandably preoccupied by the ache in her head and the rumble in her gut, Tremblay had no problem taking the brunette’s ankles one in each hand. From there she tucked them under her armpits and dragged Eliza about halfway down the aisle before she stretched those glossy stems wide and stamped hard on the pit of the Englishwoman’s stomach. Bliss gurgled and squirmed but didn’t manage to sit up, so Penny ground her foot in a little deeper to ensure Bliss could do nothing but suck wind when she tossed her legs aside. A quick jaunt to the corner led Tremblay to the steel steps, which she ascended with in a series of hollow, banging stomps that were quite a bit heavier than strictly necessary.
“Eliza’s having trouble hitting her notes right now.” the blonde sneered to the FAWNatics. “Would you like to sing… or rather, PLEAD, for her?”
Their response was overwhelmingly negative, a brazen act of defiance that the Angriest Acolyte would’ve punished a thousand times over if she’d had the patience to do so. Since she did not, the callous bendy-back flipped them the bird, then leapt off the top step and THAWHUMPED the point of her left elbow into the pit of Bliss’ stomach!
Now Eliza did sit up, the gut-shot Briton pawing at Penny with one-handed shoves until Tremblay rose and departed of her own accord. “Slow that count, heathen.” she warned Craig as she walked away from the gasping brunette. “If I have to reset it before my work out here is done…” she trailed off, letting the zebra’s imagination fill in all the unpleasant details.
The warning was probably unnecessary as Long had just reached the halfway mark and Penny didn’t waste any time slipping her fingers into a crease between the mats to-- there was an ‘ooooooohhhh!’ from the crowd and a muttered curse from the referee as Tremblay pulled the mat up and peeled it back to expose the dull gray concrete beneath. Eyes alight with all sorts of vicious possibilities, Penny stalked back to Eliza and scraped the sole of her boot across the Englishwoman’s face to ensure she was properly distracted when she snatched a double handful of hair and just because she loved the feel of suffering soprano beneath her feet.
Hauling Bliss to boot-leather with a few violent yanks, Tremblay snaked a hand between her opponent’s thighs and scooped her up onto her right shoulder. The prospect of a Body Slam, even one delivered on the outside, didn’t usually stir the concerns of a capacity crowd, but tonight there was a noticeable rumble when the Bad Penny walked over to the bare floor and THWHUMPED Bliss down flat!
“AAAWWW GAWD!” Eliza sat up and wailed, one hand pressed to her spine while the other tugged at her own hair.
“All pleas will go unanswered unless addressed to me, shytter.” Penny bent down to grab more hair only to straighten up and turn away, the lithesome lioness diving under the bottom rope to reset Long’s count, which had grown dangerously high. “What did I tell you?” she hissed at the official. “I have a very specific set of goals to accomplish tonight and I will not delay them simply to satiate your meaningless need to impose order!”
“Don’t threaten me, Penny.” Craig answered with a confidence he didn’t actually feel. “The rules apply to both of you, something you should remember when Eliza’s turned the tables.”
Tremblay favored him with an acidic smile. “As of she could. Stand and bear witness, little man. The worst is still to come.”
More than happy to fulfill this dire prophecy, Penelope dismissed the black & white and made her way out of the ring once more. Collecting a rough handful of hair right about the time Bliss made it to one knee, Tremblay hauled her upright, then switched over to a Wristlock and used it to shoulder the veteran into an awkward back-first collision with the steel guardrail. “The Great Outside is far too dangerous for a delicate creature such as yourself.” Penny continued to mash her shoulder into Eliza’s sternum, which in turn ground her back against the barricade. “Let’s return you to more a more hospitable environment, shall we?”
“Eeerrrhhhhh… I’m right where I want to be, understu--” Bliss’ retort came to a premature end when Tremblay took a giant step backward and slung her across the narrow aisle with an Irish Whip aimed straight at the-- the Renaissance Woman dug in her feet, took control of the Wristlock and reversed the Whip, Eliza’s abrupt shift causing Penny to overbalance and ultimately pitch into the side of the steps shoulder-first!
The force of that collision knocked the steps askew and produced an echoing BWAAANG that was quickly overwhelmed by crowd’s roar of ‘BLISS! BLISS! BLISS!’ Eliza appreciated the response but didn’t immediately acknowledge it because she was too busy working the knots from her throbbing back.
“Insolent little chorus girl.” Bliss grunted after she’d tromped over to the sprawling facedown wreck that was Penny Tremblay. “It’s high time you learned your place in this great show of ours.”
Flipping hair out of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Craig making his count and shifted her attention in his direction. “Please be so kind as to slow the count again, Mr. Long.” she said sweetly. “It appears Penelope and I have some lingering issues to resolve before we return to the squared circle.”
“Jeeze, you too Eliza? Why didn’t you just ask for No Count Outs?”
“Because I didn’t realize she was trash.” the Briton replied simply enough. Dropping to one knee with that bony joint snug in the hollow of her blonde opponent’s back, Eliza plunged both hands into Tremblay’s hair and pulled her head back far enough to force some rather blistering eye contact. “Can you hold your own out here for a little while longer, sweet Penelope? Or shall I return you to the safety of canvas and ropes? “
“Drrrrhhh… don’t make me laugh you hapless little prissNGH! NGH! NGH! GRRRAAAARRRRHHHH!”
Eliza banged her foe’s forehead against the steel steps once, twice, thrice. Hardly satisfied, she palmed the blonde’s noggin in both hands and took great delight in dragging her features back and forth across the corrugated metal! Bliss worked it for an internal five count before she bounced her head one more time and let the former Churchgoer roll away to check for blood. This was no show of mercy however, merely something to keep Tremblay busy while the Superlative Soprano went to work on the strips of heavy duct tape that kept some nondescript electrical cord in place. Ignoring the concerned look of some nearby FAWN techs when she pulled it up, Eliza strutted over to Penny, pulled her to a seat and deftly looped the cord around, not her throat, but her mouth!
“EEEERRRRGGGGHHH! GAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!” Tremblay gouged and pulled at the ugly makeshift bridle but couldn’t free herself even after she shifted her focus from the encroaching cord to the Englishwoman’s hair. This actually proved effective in a roundabout way because Bliss abruptly slid her garrote south from Tremblay’s mouth to her throat, the Superlative Soprano tugging tight enough to make the younger woman’s eyes bulge!
“Those noises you’re making?” Eliza cooed. “That’s what hapless sounds like.”
Penny was in no position to contradict her, not even when the former World Champion relinquished the Stranglehold in favor of a perfectly legal Front Facelock. Slinging the blonde’s near arm across her shoulders while she was still down on one knee, Bliss hauled the both of ‘em to boot-leather and moved across the aisle to position herself back-to the bald patch Penny had exposed earlier in the match. Tremblay came to regret this decision mere heartbeats later when Eliza dipped her knees and popped her hips to THWHUMP the Angriest Acolyte against the concrete with a Vertical Suplex that was both simple and elegant in the havoc it wrought on Penny’s defenseless back!
“NNNNGGGGHHHH!” the noise that escaped Tremblay’s throat was low and guttural, a rather ugly sound when taken by itself, yet one that mustered a sort of austere beauty when paired with the warbling high note Eliza offered to the arena when she got to her feet with both arms stretched wide. “Thank you. Thank you, you’re too kind.” Bliss crossed her ankles and dipped into a deep, sweeping curtsey that earned even more applause from the FAWNatics.
Bolstered by their support, she bent to collect the aching blonde only to draw back when she noted the depth of Long’s count. Making no effort to hide her sigh of irritation, the former World Champion walked to the apron, slid under the bottom rope and made eye contact with the official. “My apologies, Craig. Perhaps I wasn’t quite clear with my last request. Allow me to repeat it. Hold. Your. Count.”
“You know I can’t do that, Eli--and you’re already gone. That’s great.”
Indeed Bliss had already made her exit, the lissome brunette bendy-back securing that delayed grip on Penny’s long blonde locks. “Did you think me nothing more than a delicate songbird, Tremblay?” Eliza peeled Tremblay off the floor, marched her over to the Announcer’s Table and promptly BWANGED her head against the top. “A beautiful pop of color to stuff and mount for your burgeoning trophy collection? I do hope that you’re starting to see the error of your HRGH!”
Tremblay blasted an elbow into Bliss’ tummy before the veteran could bash her head again, then spiked her two more times so she could free her hair from Eliza’s grip. “You think too little of me, Eliza.” Now it was Tremblay who snatched her opponent’s hair. “You’re no mere trophy. You’re a STATEMENTNNNGGGHH!”
The Orphan of Midnight went to dent Eliza’s forehead against the edge of the table only for Bliss ‘smeck’ her palms upon the table to thwart the effort. She treated Penelope to a couple elbows to the gut, then cried out in angry pain when the blonde yanked her up on tipt--“OOOWWWW BYTCH!” Tremblay forgot all about Bliss’ hair in favor of protecting her eyes, specifically the left, as Eliza had so recently (and rudely) applied her thumb thereto.
Bliss was tempted to slap Penny’s face somewhere into the upper deck, but she stayed her hand until the younger wrestler spun around and lurched away. Then she reached out, caught a handful of waistband and drew Tremblay in close. Wedging her head under the blonde’s left arm, Bliss slipped her right arm across her foe’s lower back and hoisted her onto the ball of her right shoulder just to step out from under so that the former Churchgoer THWHAMMED down full length onto the Announce Table!
It didn’t give way which was slightly disappointing, it did however keep Penny from doing much more than groaning for the time being, so the Renaissance Woman strolled over to the Timekeeper’s corner and shooed the man aside so she could lay claim to his chair. Indulging in a little elegant posing as the CNP crowd grew that much louder, Bliss opened the chair with a loud ‘SNAK!’ and made a show of setting it down parallel to the Announce Table.
“My dear girl, such a slovenly arrangement on the table is no way to take in a once in a lifetime performance such as this. Please, allow me to guide you to a far more suitable seat!”
Penny tried to swat her away, so Eliza punched her in the belly until she could grab a handful of hair with no interference. The walk from the table to the chair was a short one, yet that didn’t stop the Superlative Soprano from yaaaaaaaaaaaanking on Tremblay’s hair every step of the way. Forcing her blonde into the chair with a soft plop, Bliss plowed a few Forearm Smashes into Tremblay’s chest to keep her properly subdued when she turned around and made her way to the apron. Mounting it in a single effortless bound, Eliza headed to the far corner, then turned around and offered the Cold November Revelers another luxurious high note. With the capacity crowd providing a sublime chorus for what came next, Bliss raced down the apron and leapt out into the aether in a somersault that THWHUMED her full force into the seated blonde!
APRON SOMERSAULT SENTON (SANS CHAIR):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6mGhs53I9M
The landing was mostly back on chest (though the Brit did give her rival a brusque faceful of buns, a detail which Eliza appreciated to no end) and while it wasn’t what you’d call a graceful collision, Bliss tumbled through to come up on one knee belting out another sublime ‘C’! Her finish was far better than Tremblay’s, who wound up bowled out of the chair to land hard on the back of her head and shoulders before slopping through to her tummy.
Having ‘flicked’ her briefs back into place following the Senton, Eliza stood up and looked around, the former World Champion seemingly quite pleased with the disheveled Announce Table and the overturned chair. “I do believe you’ve learned your lesson about challenging me outside the ring, understudy.” Plunging a hand into the hair just above the nape of Tremblay’s neck, Bliss dragged her to all fours, then added a hand to her waistband (nothing more than an excuse for a massive wedgie, as Gordy pointed out) to haul the Last True Believer upright and sling her under the bottom rope. Never one to hesitate after delivering a grand finale, the Superlative Soprano slid in after her prey and bundled her into a tight Crossbody, Bliss collecting both of Penny’s legs in a bundle to point her backside at the rafters for…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Tremblay wrenched free of the predicament with half a second to spare, the leggy blonde instinctually rolling to one side to prevent an immediate follow-up. This worked to prevent another pin, it did not however keep the Blackbird from helping herself to another greedy handful of her hair. Returning to verticality with Penny’s noggin in her grasp, Eliza stuffed a Kneelift into the blonde’s belly and followed that with a Front Facelock. Free hand raised high, Eliza fired off a high note, then sank into a deep crouch and launched herself skyward, the Englishwoman stretching herself out at a near-perfect forty-five degree angle before she swung down and-- Tremblay got her hands against Bliss’ washboard tummy and shoved up and out to send the other wrestler flying away from the thwarted DDT.
It could’ve been an awful landing, but Eliza adjusted in midair so that she landed on her feet with nary a tremble. Sensing she was still a tic ahead of the furious blonde, Bliss rushed in and fired off a Toe Kick aimed at the pit of Tremblay’s stom-NO! Penelope caught Eliza’s ankle and yanked her forward even as she stepped off to one side, the Orphan of Midnight hooking her right arm into the pit of Bliss’ right knee while also throwing her left arm across the startled Briton’s shoulders. Hoisting Eliza to chest-level in an awkward looking Cradle, Tremblay whirled in a circle, then went up on tiptoe and lifted the Songbird a little bit higher before she dropped to one knee and THWHUMPED Bliss spine-first across her thigh!
CRADLE BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijypd4EatbI
Eliza bounced up and rolled away, the agonized brunette pressing one hand to the small of her back long before she came to a rest not far from the ropes. Elsewhere, Tremblay got up and flipped the hair out of her face, the dark-eyed battler regarding her vulnerable rival with a look of smoldering anger. No words from the former Churchgoer, indeed she was eerily quiet when she started forward and-- Bliss groaned and clambered to all fours, her partial recovery sending Tremblay back into the strands. A little backward bounce gave the Bad Penny all the momentum she needed to return to the center where she launched into a gorgeous handstand that culminated with her right shin THWHUNKING down across the back of Eliza’s neck!
HANDSPRING ENZU KNEE DROP @ 1:25
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BigfAZ4muQc
Bliss went down in a heap with Tremblay perched atop her, the Last True Believer raising her hands to better bask in the hatred the FAWNatics funneled her way. The sadistic showboating did indeed earn the blonde a torrent of vitriol, but Tremblay must’ve wanted a deluge because she reversed her position and grabbed a double handful of hair so she could scruuuuuuuuuuubb Eliza’s shrieking, protesting features against the thinly-sheathed plywood!
Give the veteran credit, she never lost track of her place in the ring, which meant she hooked an ankle over the bottom rope within heartbeats of Penny starting her wicked wash. Credit to Craig Long as well, who made no effort to coax Tremblay to gentler tactics, the ref instead barking out a simple, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!”
Tremblay stood up with a flourish but this proved little respite for the scoured Songbird as she promptly grabbed Bliss by the ears and dragged her away from the sanctuary of the strands. Shifting from ears to Chinlock, Penelope led the woozy Brit to the middle of the squared circle, then twisted around so they were back to back with Eliza’s neck bent awkwardly over her left should-- the former Churchgoer dropped to one knee to THWHUNK the base of Bliss’ neck against the posted joint rather than over her shoulder.
NECKBREAKER OVER THE KNEE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMaWPvmG9tM
The Neckbreaker still lived up to its name regardless of delivery point, Eliza left shuddering and groaning with both arms swaddling her aching sku--“Did I say you could take a bow, you overrated prima donna? This performance isn’t over yet.”
Bliss offered no response when Penny hooked both hands around her shoulder-straps and hauled her to her feet, the former World Champ far too woozy to defend against any of the blonde’s malevolent ministrations. And malevolent they truly were, as evidenced by the worried buzz when Tremblay dipped her head under the brunette’s left arm and wrapped her right arm around that slim waist. The FAWNatics were right to think Spine Tremblar when Penelope boosted Eliza onto her shoulder, yet the woman in question wasn’t quite ready to close things out because rather than deposit Bliss onto her knees, she twisted ‘round underneath and caught another Chinlock, all the better to lay out on her back while simultaneously PLANTING Eliza on the back of her head and shoulders with another thunderous Neckbreaker!
BELLY TO BACK NECKBREAKER @ 00:21
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAAacpH5Jns
Bliss bounced to a seat before slopping to her side, or rather, returning to verticality by yet another greedy double handful of hair! “Almost time for the curtain now, songbird.” Tremblay cooed in the Englishwoman’s ear. “I wonder if you’ll be conscious when it falls?”
Eager to find out, she hooked Bliss into place for another Backdrop Suplex and this time she must’ve been thinking Spine Tremblar, only problem was Eliza was too as evidenced by the way she pushed off with just enough momentum to back-flip out of the blonde’s clutches! Straightening up in an instant, the Renaissance Woman snatched handful of hair and yanked Penny’s head back to guarantee the best target when she THWHAPPED her forearm against the base of the younger woman’s skull in a nasty Enzu European Uppercut.
Tremblay stumbled hard but didn’t get more than two steps before Eliza hooked her arms around opposing biceps and wrenched ‘em both behind her back in a Double Chickenwing that meant DecrescendNOOOO! Penny smacked a short Headbutt into Bliss’ chin and powered into the ropes with the Briton still in possession of her arms! Both legs were still her own so she threw the right one over the bottom strand and shouted, “BREAK IT! LET GO OF ME, I’M IN the ropeNNNNGGGGHH!”
Eliza halved her grip and just unloaded on the back of Tremblay’s skull with perhaps half a dozen Forearm Smashes! From there she segued to a rough Sleeper, the blue-clad brunette just reefing the hold back & forth as she backed Penny out into deep water. The Angriest Acolyte never stopped reaching for the ropes, alas it didn’t do a damned bit of good before Bliss dropped her hips and ripped the blonde loose of her moorings with a Sleeper Suplex that THAWHAMMED Tremblay down flat on her face, chest and belly!
SLEEPER SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHpYDp-MX6g
FAWN producers loved a lingering shot on a flattened wrestler in the aftermath of a devastating maneuver unfortunately for this particular instance they had to settle for a slow motion replay because Eliza pounced on her prey without preamble, the former World Champion folding her blonde rival in half with an aggressive Back Press that kept Penny down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Tremblay twitched out, the former Churchgoer ending up on her belly instead of her back because Eliza bounced to her feet rather than try for a second pin. Stalking into position on the chorus girl’s six, Eliza dropped into a slight crouch and raised her right hand high overhead, the middle, index and ring fingers curled into a three point claw that promised a sad, burbling defeat for the Orphan of Midnight.
“The spotlight burns brighter than ever, understudy.” Eliza explained as she made minor adjustments to better stay in Tremblay’s blind spot. “You may be tough enough to stand therein, but it takes a special sort to see things through to the bitter end.”
Unaware of these ruminations, Penelope Tremblay gathered her reserves and made it to her feet in stages, the leggy blonde battler only vaguely aware of the thrumming crowd as she wheeled around to find the hateful Songbir--
“GUUURRRRHK!”
Eliza shot in and jabbed the Cleft Note into Penny’s mouth, those curled fingers just gouging into the soft flesh beneath her blonde’s tongue! Eyes wide as saucers, Penny stamped her feet and flailed her arms, the latter looping in comic windmills before she came to her senses and started to pull at Bliss’ wrist. “Too late for that, I’m afraid. But this is still your big moment, chorus girl. I hope you can make it count, even in defeaAAAARRRRHHHH EYES! EYEEEEEES!”
Quick to discern that working Eliza’s wrist was a sure path to defeat, Penny caught the brunette’s head in her hands and gouged her thumbs into Bliss’ dark eyes! Shrieking with pain, Eliza bore down on the Cleft Note with everything she had left, which only resulted in another shuddering jolt against her eyelids! Forced to break her grip to slap the blonde’s hands aside, Eliza spun on one heel and lurched toward the rop--
Penny lunged, caught the Englishwoman’s waistband in one hand and yanked her into position for another Backdrop Suplex. No stopping the Spine Tremblar this time, Penny hoisted her high and immediately dropped down flat, both knees coming up across her chest to SPIKE the brunette’s unpleasant landing! Bliss bounced up and turned inside out in midair, the Renaissance Woman blasted back to the Dark Ages by Bad Penny’s cruel chiropractic adjustment.
SPINE TREMBLAR @ 00:14
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UG9htTnx3pM
Tremblay moved in like she was thinking about a pin, but in the end she drew back and got to her feet, the Last True Believer shaking her head ‘no’. “Not finished with you, heathen. Not just yet.” With that she headed for the nearest corner, making sure to stamp on Bliss’ fluttering tummy in the process. Once there she sprang from the canvas to the top turnbuckle in a single bound, Penny displaying the sort of liquid grace usually confined to the Lightweights. Swinging around and straightening up in a single motion, Tremblay honed in on Eliza and leapt into the lights, the bewitching blonde drawing herself into a toe touch at the zenith only to stretch out full length a heartbeat before she CRASHED her hundred and thirty-two pounds down on Eliza’s chest!
DYING BREATH:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzsnTKwEFSc
Legs kicked straight up by the nauseating pressure of Penny’s Dying Breath, Bliss could only wheeze when Tremblay sat on her chest and she certainly couldn’t stop the blonde from corralling both legs beneath her right arm. Leaaaaaaaning back to point her gaze and Eliza’s butt into the lights, Penny flattened her left hand into a paddle and brazenly swatted English glutes in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
The bell CLANGED, yet Tremblay didn’t relinquish her perch. In fact she shifted from swatting to straight up SPANKING when the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… PENNY TREMBLAY!”
The blonde emphasized that proclamation with a final hard slap, then tossed Bliss’ legs aside and bounced to her feet. “Raise my hand.” she growled at Long. “RAISE MY HAND, I SAID!”
The ref did as commanded only to scatter when Penny pulled her wrist away like she meant to backhand his face sideways. Breathing hard in the wake of arguably the most high profile victory of her FAWN tenure, Penny glared into the camera and asked, “Did you think a tumble down the mountain would keep me down? Keep me away? Well, I am THRILLED to disappoint you. And as for the coddled trash skittering around in that locker room, breathe deep while you can. Breathe easy while you can. Because your Dying Breath is coming sooner than you ever imagined.”