Post by hawkeye on Jan 5, 2021 2:23:22 GMT
The FAWNatics wait impatiently for the next gift presented to them at Season’s Beatings.
The sold-out crowd rise to their feet as the house lights turn purple and a dozen spotlights play over the assembled. The speakers offer Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron shows a montage of cuts from the ‘It Girl’ Bridget Stroud’s singles escapades along with those of less-heralded rookie Heather Crofton. After, there are some choice selections from their mostly dark match success on the Tag Team scene. The chaotic sweep of lights continues through most of the first verse, though the pace seems to increase as the sound system bellows:
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWpZsoh78nk
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots hone in on the entryway with the third recitation as Crofton and Stroud explode through the curtain, Miss Mustang and Sweet Disaster greeting the FAWNatics with a pumped fist from the former and a brawny double bicep flex from the latter. The audience responds with a roar, the welcome for the relatively new duo a reflection of the good will they’ve built during their careers thus far.
BRIDGET STROUD
HEATHER CROFTON
Breaking into a wide smile as the crowd continues to show their appreciation, Heather exchanges a fist bump with the former rock climber.
“Let’s shake off that Quake loss, kid,” Bridget offers in return, her reassuring, dark eyes making clear she still has the faith after a Pay-Per-View setback against the California girls in their last televised go.
Crofton nods in approval and they start down the aisle, the Girl from Grapevine taking point so she can zig and zag across the aisle to slap every hand extended in their direction. For tonight’s tussle, Heather wears a yellow spandex two-piece consisting of boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts a window of crisscrossed strips. The gear is completed with white pads and boots.
As for Bridget she sports a twist on her usual singles attire, Minnesota Wild’s standard purple replaced with yellow in a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a matte black, yellow and black armbands that crisscross at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, yellow pads with a black splatter pattern and black wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees.
Side by side when they reach the foot of the ramp, the Star Climbers dive under the bottom rope and pop to their feet. Heather is quickly back down on one knee for a brawny double bicep flex while Bridget raises the fearsome ‘Climbers Claw’ overhead as a warning to tonight’s foes.
The announcer takes his cue and gives tonight’s first competitors their proper introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Grapevine, Texas and Stillwater, Minnesota respectively, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-four pounds, please welcome HEATHER CROFTON and BRIDGET STROUD… THE STAR CLIMBERS!”
Again, the crowd rallies for the Climbers, ready to see them live up to their name and watch them ascend the rankings of the always cutthroat tag title ladder.
Silence fills the arena as the crowd settles back to their seats. Suddenly, a guitar riff disrupts the peace and white flashes spam the stage to the rhythm of the music.
You've Got Another Thing Comin':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coA75uoMF40
As the music hits its high notes, a spotlight homes in on the entrance amongst the seizure-inducing lights, illuminating the path for one of the dirtiest pairs in FAWN, Maddy and Rebecca.
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
"Hey! This music isn't what we agreed on!" Maddy complains.
"I know, I changed it because YOUR choice sucked," Rebecca pulls her aviators down slightly and replies nonchalantly.
"You DO know I have a rage problem right?", Maddy snaps back at her partner.
"Now if you have a problem, why don't you take out your frustration on them instead?” Ravage responds tilting her head in the direction of The Star Climbers in the ring.
Maddy pauses for her few seconds, cold and expressionless, before breaking into a smile, "OKAY!".
As the heat cools down between both, Maddy kicks up "Batsy" and slings it over her shoulders while Rebecca cracks her knuckles and neck before making their way to the ring. The arena quickly fills with boos, but it isn't affecting the mood of The Wrecking Crew in any way.
For tonight, Maddy wears a black boy shorts with a studded-vinyl bra completed with black paddings and white boots. As for Rebecca, she sports her signature purple shorts and top completed with black paddings and white boots. In addition, her fists were taped with R written over each hand and a leather vest.
"And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-nine pounds, please welcome...MADDY MAYHEM AND REBECCA RAVAGE, THE WRECKING CREW!"
"Yay! That's us!" Maddy smiles and waves to the crowd despite the booing while Rebecca continues to march down the ramp.
Before going into the ring, Maddy gently strokes "Bat-sy" and rests her against the ring steps for emergency use while Ravage removes her vest and shades before the two slide in from opposite sides. They parade around the ring as the Star Climbers decide who to go first.
Given Mayhem's track record, the ref quickly rushes to search her, but Ravage interjects, "Search me first."
Not suspecting a thing, Merle pats down The Brooklyn Buzzcut first, but just as Merle switches over to the other half of the team, Maddy slips something into Rebecca's hand, out of Merle's line of sight. After the inspection is done for both sides, Maddy rushes out of the corner with an extended hand towards Bridget, who it seems will start first.
Stroud knows better not to shake the hand of the trickster, as does the crowd.
"Come on! Bridget, we don't have all day!" Maddy chirps gesturing toward her hand. But Bridget takes a trick out of Maddy's playbook and swings a haymaker before the match begins!
Mayhem reacts quickly, ducking under the swinging arm. Shuffling behind Bridget, she sends a shin between Bridget's legs!
"WHAT THE---" Merle screams.
Still, he calls for the match to begin as Bridget clutches her crotch in pain!
"Uh uhhhh, don't play dirty!" Maddy waggles an accusing finger before clubbing Bridget's back, forcing her to all fours.
"Eat this!" Maddy snarls as she drops to her knees, grabs a handful of Bridget's dark locks and smashes her face repeatedly into the mat!
Living up to her moniker of Mayhem in the first moments of the match, Maddy disdainfully tosses Stroud to the side and raises her arms high and wide, celebrating the Sweet Disastrous start by leaping to her feet and stomping away on one of the hottest young talents in the company.
Mudhole made of Bridget, the Australian terror turns to her foe’s wide-eyed partner, Heather aghast.
“Do ya wanna come in and get more of the same, mate? Cuz I got more that for you and every other tag team in FAWN, the whole bloody lot of ya?”
The Lone Star girl seems a bit overwhelmed. Seeing the rookie Crofton appropriately silenced, Maddy turns her attention back to Bridget, dipping to sink her nails into Stroud’s dark mane and pulling the dazed grappler up to her haunches.
“Gonna make a lesson out of you, luv.”
From down south, the calamitous climber swings a forearm smash up between the hovering Maddy’s tanned stems, striking pussy paydirt with her karmic return blow. Maddy’s eyes cross, her knees knocking as her jaw drops. Still struggling with her own pulsating pain from below, Bridget uses Mayhem’s frame to climb to her feet.
“And what lesson might that be,” Bridget grunts in retort. “That you’re a psycho, not a wrestler?”
Stroud raises a right elbow over the stooped blonde and brings it down on the crown of Mayhem’s skull, the Wrecking Crew’s wrath dropped to her knees, lids blinking wide, hands still stuffed between her thighs from the return fire of Bridget’s crotch shot.
Racing to the ropes, Bridget rebounds off the rubber-coated steel and chugs toward the wincing Miss Mayhem, RAMMING her knee into the forehead of the blonde with a Basement Running Knee Strike.
Basement Running Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q )
Maddy flops to her back from the wicked impact, staring blankly into the rafters. Bridget takes the opportunity to dive on top for a lateral press and the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mayhem’s body spasms from head to toe, lifting her shoulders off the canvas as a result, Maddy ending on her side, perhaps learning Bridget’s reputation as the ultimate up-and-comer is well-placed.
Stroud pushes to her feet, a hitch in her giddy-up obvious as she takes a brief stroll to walk off Mayhem’s early low blow. The Sweet Disaster returns to a rising Maddy and ‘helps’ the blonde to her feet, tugging Maddy into a front facelock while throwing a limp arm of Mayhem over her shoulders. Bridget launches Maddy heavenward, stalling the blonde as Mayhem’s boot soles point to the lights above. The FAWNatics start a count, reaching a full ‘ten’ before Stroud follows through, dropping Maddy to the deck with a vertical suplex.
The ring-rattling collision sends Mayhem into a pained arch, reaching for her lower spine as a recovering Stroud kips to her feet. Bridget sinks her digits into Mayhem’s blonde mop and drags Maddy to the Climber corner, turning the ‘keys’ over to her young counterpart with a slap of hands.
Miss Mustang bundles through the cables and, as Bridget lifts the left arm of Mayhem high, Heather delivers a boot to the ribs, drawing a pained grunt from Maddy. As Bridget exits, the Texan bullies Mayhem deep into the ropes, latching onto her foe’s near wrist and flinging Maddy away with an Irish Whip. Or at least that was the plan for the grappler from Grapevine. Instead, Maddy plants and pivots, reversing the whip, sending the Yellow Rose to the races.
As Heather u-turns out of the opposite cables, she gets a few frantic steps before a leaping Miss Mayehm RIPS the rookie off her feet with a scythe-like clothesline, sending the back of the blonde’s skull bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Crofton ends in a seated position, cradling the back of her braincase with both hands.
Leaping into a straddle of the downed Miss Mustang with an abbreviated Thesz press, a furious Maddy pounds away with closed fists to the sides of Heather’s face, Crofton with enough of a guard in place to block some but not all. And when the storm of blows ends, the Texan’s in trouble.
Grabbing Crofton by the ears, Miss Mayhem hauls a howling Heather to her feet and shoves the rookie into a stumbling backpedal, Heather’s spinal column CRASHING into the Wrecking Crew’s corner. Maddy gets in Merle’s grill, complaining about an injured fingernail, pulling his attention away from the grimacing rookie.
With the zebra’s gaze diverted, from outside, Rebecca wraps an arm around Crofton’s throat. She throttles Miss Mustang, Heather flailing and gagging breathlessly, her face turning rosier by the second as Ravage chokes the life from the youngster. With her windpipe crushed under the less-than-loving embrace, Crofton loses her usually boundless energy, body going limp. Rebecca lets the Lone Star girl plop to her backside, back leaning against the bottom buckle, legs extended, head drooping.
Miss Mayhem, having recovered from the “grievous” injury she’d been discussing with Merle, jogs to the opposite corner, picking up steam in the last few steps to surprise Bridget and PLOW a shoulderblock into the Sweet Disaster. Stroud’s sent tumbling from her station, dropping and rolling on the thinly-padded concrete.
With one Star Climber dispatched, another waits for her just desserts and Maddy sprints across the canvas at full speed, launching from several feet out, parted legs leading the way. Showing she’s feeling better downstairs, Mayhem sends her undercarriage THUMPING into Heather’s chin, her rump POUNDING the Texan’s chest.
Grabbing the ropes on either side, Maddy goes to town with a wildly frenetic Bronco Buster, riding the rookie hard, leaving the Lone Star girl a Texas-sized mess after a full ten-spot of pelvic thrusts leaves the blasted blonde in a drowsy daze. A smirking Maddy rises off her mount, pulls Heather up on rubbery legs and stuffs her deep into the corner. Mayhem goes back to chest, keeping her foe pressed in tight, allowing Rebecca to reach over and slap Maddy’s shoulder for entry into the match.
Ravage enters, but noticeably, the blue-eyed maniac does not. Mayhem turns and dips, scooping an arm between the quaking thighs of the rookie. She ‘hups’ Heather across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and walks the captured Miss Mustang to center stage while Ravage races to the ropes and rebounds. Charging toward the elevated Crofton, Rebecca lifts a big boot that CRASHES into Heather’s temple while Maddy combines the awful impact with a Samoan Drop, leaving Crofton splayed in a semiconscious starfish.
Wrecking Ball ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqR7X0znLPg ) 00:24
As Maddy rolls out under the bottom rope, Ravage dives on the demolished rookie for the pin and the win at…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Recovered enough to be at her post, Bridget senses trouble after the terrific, terrible teamwork. She dives in to make the save, NAILING the Brooklyn Bytch with a double axhandle to break the count.
“Gugh, annoying bitch!” Ravage utters over her shoulder as Merle ushers Bridget back to her corner.
Still dazed from the impact, Crofton sweeps her arm to get a “touch” of her opponent, grabbing onto her knee pads for support. Rebecca ditches her hand and yanks her up by the hair in spite of Merle’s complains.
Keeping Crofton’s head in position, The Brooklyn Bytch reels her head back and smashes Heather on the top of her crown. Ravage throws her arms up, palms open as Heather drops onto her fours.
“Here, happy now?” Ravage snarls at the official.
Despite Merle’s disapproval, Rebecca yanks Heather up by her hair once more. Except this time, Rebecca quickly throws the legal opponent over her shoulders with a quick Hair Snapmare.
As Heather whiplashes onto a seat, Rebecca hops into air and pumps her boots into the scapula of Heather. Heather winces in agony as she drops onto her side, but Ravage quickly pushes her back into the canvas for the...
ONE!
NOO!
The rookie snaps out of the fall quickly, ending on her side. Determined to win, Rebecca knows she has to target the weaker link. So she quickly wraps one arm around Heather’s neck, securing a basic yet effective sleeper hold by tucking her hand into the other folded arm.
“You give?” Merle asks the rookie, who waggles her finger in the air ‘no’.
“Why don’t you take the easy way out now? You don’t wanna risk getting REALLY hurt do you?” the Blonde Buzzcut coos into Heather’s ear as she tightens the “noose”.
Heather pushes onto her knees while Rebecca constantly re-positions herself for leverage over her foe. Crofton slowly digs her fingers into Ravage’s arm, creating the necessary space to twist her neck away from the point of pressure. The little adjustment allows her to pivot her body sideways and smashes her elbow into Rebecca’s exposed mid-section!
“NGNHH!!! NGGNNHH!!!”
Ravage’s hold loosens with every strike, allowing Crofton to break out of the sleeper and stun Ravage with a stinging forearm!
Seeing a slight window of opportunity, Heather makes a beeline towards the ropes, and returns—but The Brooklyn Bytch lunges forward and nails Crofton back into the canvas with a discus clothesline!!!
“FALL!” Rebecca signals to Merle as she hooks her leg for the...
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
“GOD DAMMIT!” Rebecca slaps the mat in frustration as the rookie refuses to take the fall. Outside the ring, Bridget sticks her hand over the top rope and slaps on the buckle padding, asking the crowd to rally for her younger partner.
Heather shifts her attention to her partner, wanting a tag, but Rebecca will not allow it. Ravage pulls Crofton up by the hair once more when Crofton’s hands suddenly lace behind Ravage’s head and she drops to her knees.
The surprise Jawbreaker sends Rebecca backpedaling into the ropes allowing her partner to slap her shoulders for the tag. Mayhem quickly steps through the ropes and shoots across the ring. As Crofton is about to make the tag, Maddy quickly cuts her route of escape by smashing an elbow into Bridget’s face, sending her off the apron.
“Ain’t going nowhere lady!” Mayhem chirps as she stands between Heather and her home corner.
Maddy dips down and yanks Heather up by the hair before snapping her head back into the mat shortly after. Heather clutches the back of her head in pain as Mayhem snatches her leg and drags her back into the homer corner.
"You're gonna be in the world of hurt, Honey! HAHA!" Maddy laughs.
"BECKY!" Maddy calls for Ravage to tag herself in with a shoulder tap while pinning Heather down by the ankles as her partner ascends to the top rope.
Ravage reaches the top and turns to face the struggling rookie, Miss Mustang weakly trying to pull her legs free from Maddy but unable. Rebecca takes to the skies toward her wriggling target and lands a diving headbutt to Heather’s open midriff.
Crofton sits up from the impact, hugging her tummy, eyes bulging as she tries to regain her breath. As she does, Ravage pops back to her feet and gives her forehead a rub, grinning as Mayhem rolls under the bottom rope and takes her spot beside the post.
Working in well-oiled fashion, Rebecca immediately shuffles to her partner and slaps hands then moves to the groaning, seated Texan, CRACKING her foe with a soccer kick to the chest, knocking the blonde flat to the canvas. Rebecca grabs Heather’s wrists and pulls her several feet out from the Crew corner. She turns in the grip on her foe’s her wrists for her ankles, pulling the Lone Star Girl’s legs wide as she stands in a backward straddle over Crofton’s mug.
Heather’s gaze turns from the taut ass above her to Mayhem climbing the buckles above and her spread legs between. As Bridget bitterly complains about the cheating and Merle passes it on less convincingly, Miss Mayhem leaps from the top shelf, her head leading the way. Maddy repeats her partner’s flying headbutt but in a much more sensitive area, DRIVING her forehead into Heather’s crotch.
Crofton spams wildly as the lunatic makes her point that nothing is off limits. A chuckling Ravage releases Heather’s stems and Crofton curls into a fetal ball around her throbbing kitty.
“Ladies, you may have a mistaken impression,” the risen Maddy says first to a fuming Bridget then down at a wincing, mewling Heather. “we’re not here to wrestle. We’re here to WRECK people.”
With Merle’s threats of disqualification becoming more pronounced, the Brooklyn Bytch departs the confines and leaves the rookie’s continued destruction to the more than capable Mayhem.
Maddy snatches the Lone Star Girl by her golden locks, pulling the appealing turtle out of her shell and up to her haunches. With her fingers remaining entwined within the flaxen strands of the rookie, she swings Heather’s head back and SLAMS it into the canvas. Crofton’s head bounces off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The dazed blonde reaches toward her climbing cohort, but she’s far removed from her partner, the stretch a futile one. Meanwhile, Maddy posts her left leg between those of Miss Mustang then grabs each of her foe’s stems in turn, folding and locking them around her own.
Showing significantly more skill than the random psychotic, Maddy drops from her stance into a bridge, the leglock still holding fast as Miss Mayhem fashions an agonizing Indian Deathlock by wrapping her arms under the chin of Heather and yanking upward, testing the flexibility of Crofton’s neck and back as she’s forced into an agonizing arch.
Indian Deathlock
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOmMBSVA22U&list=PLo0fot9z7SrGNAWQ4jWHzWlB9rovs-S0K&index=4
Mewling in the torturous submission, the stubborn Texan refuses to give even when provided the chance by Merle. Instead, she tugs her way slowly toward the ropes. The crowd cheers on the Yellow Rose until she reaches her goal, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope.
Maddy gives Heather’s head a rattle as a final punishment before releasing her grip and leglock at the count of ‘FOUR’ and rolling off the moaning Miss Mustang.
If Heather’s expecting some recovery time from Batsy’s owner, she more than disappointed. Merle, unable to keep Maddy back for long, is pushed aside, and Mayhem claims Heather by a wrist. She heaves the rookie to the opposite cables and, as Heather bounces off, DRIVES a knee into the pit of Crofton’s stomach, the Lone Star Girl flipping over the impaling impact, the Star Climber again grounded by the cruel Mayhem with her Kitchen Sink.
Kitchen Sink
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xgWKb7bZ74
Heather rolls to her knees and the crown of her head, her arms busy in between hugging her gutted midriff. Maddy seems unconcerned with a pin attempt, ready to bring more pain instead, which she does with a boot to the raised ribs of the blonde. Heather’s sent barrel rolling away from the impact toward a neutral corner. She ends seated against the bottom buckle, groaning and gasping as she swaddles her tummy with both arms.
A grin emerges on Miss Mayhem as she trots to the opposite corner, spins, and charges her seated foe. Leaping from several feet out with legs extended, Maddy’s plan to bronco bust Miss Mustang is thwarted when Heather rolls clear. Mayhem’s baby blues go wide. With no bumper to stop her, she sails between the buckles and RAMS her kitty into the steel of the ring post.
With her pussy throbbing, hands buried between her thighs, Maddy emits a chirp of pain, unable to hold it in in despite her instincts. The sound animates the desperate Lone Star Girl, Heather grabbing Maddy’s wrists and pulling her free of the corner, then dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Maddy ignores her pulsating kitty long enough to throw a shoulder off the canvas and keep the Wrecking Crew alive.
Bridget calls for a transfer, but Heather wants to prove she belongs in this match before turning over the reigns to the more acclaimed member of the team. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, she pulls a crumpled Maddy to stooped feet. She yanks again, this time inserting the dipped head of the blonde between her slender but sinewy thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors.
The rookie wraps her arms around Mayhem’s midriff and tries to lift, presumably for an unexpected powerbomb, but Mayhem blocks it with a grapevining leg around Crofton’s. Heather tries to force the bigger woman up again, but it’s no use, Maddy obstructing again.
If up isn’t available, perhaps down is. Instead of a third try at lifting Mayhem, with Maddy’s head still trapped between her stems, Heather drops to her knees. She sends a jarring impact through the neck of the lunatic, removing some of the ‘crazy’ for the moment, Maddy left in a stupor. Heather pushes the Crew member to her back and covers for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Mayhem shoves out from under, a look of frustration on the Texan at being denied a huge win.
Bridget pleads for a tag so she can take over. The rookie nods in agreement this time, reaching for Maddy to draw her over to the Star Climbers’ corner.
SLAP
The crowd cheers as the Bridget enters the ring. "Lift her arm up!" Stroud instructed her younger partner, who did her bidding, exposing the mid-section of The Lunatic, landing a clean kick into Maddy's rib.
"NGGGNHH!" Maddy mewls in pain as she clutches her rib and shuffles away from Bridget, but her attacker reels her in by the hair and clubs over her back, forcing her onto one knee.
"Not so chatty now huh?" Bridget snarls as she hugs Maddy by the waist and hauls her overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex, arching her back into a bridge and tipping her toes for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Maddy shoots her arm up and shoves the Climber off. Bridget immediately yanks the blonde onto her feet and shoves Maddy into a backpedal into the ropes. The brunette presses down and whips Maddy across the ring. But Maddy holds on to Stroud's wrist tight and counter-whips her instead.
"Grrr, take that!" Maddy growls as she trails towards the center of the ring and takes a swing at a returning Bridget, but the senior Climber ducks under and hit the ropes behind Maddy.
"Pesky little..." Maddy snarls and swings a back elbow as Bridget approaches from behind, but Stroud narrowly ducks under once more and hit the ropes once more. And as Bridget returns, she leaps into the air and pumps her legs the hardest she can into the chest of Miss Mayhem!
"URGGGHHH!!!!" Maddy grunts as she falls backwards and rolls like a tumbleweed into the ropes where she feels a sudden tap on the back!
"HEY!" Maddy looks at Rebecca in surprise, "I’ve got a good handle on it!"
"You call that "good? Get out, let me have at her!" Ravage chides her partner as she steps through the ropes while Bridget crouches and gestures for Rebecca to bring it.
"You little bitch!" Ravage barks as she charges full steam ahead.
The Brooklyn Bytch takes her own swing at the Climber but no one expects the result would be any different. Riding on her momentum, Bridget ducks under the clothesline and, when Rebecca turns, she sends a disrespectful SLAP across The Buzzcut's face!
Stunned at first, Rebecca's blank face slowly brims in anger. "You fuuc...", the raging Rebecca sends a haymaker in the direction of Bridget's face but she thwarts the attempt with a raised guard before knocking The Buzzcut down with a punch of her own.
Ravage gets up, gets knocked down. Again and again until she is disorientated. Stroud grabs Rebecca by the wrist and attempts to send her flying into the corner, but Ravage hits the brakes and counterwhips Bridget into the corner instead!
THUD!
Bridget's spinal column hits the turnbuckle but she stands ready. As Rebecca charges at her, Stroud props herself up by two ropes and kicks the Brooklyn Bytch back to where she came from.
Stroud slips out onto the apron and fires the crowd up with a rallying cry as Ravage stumbles onto her feet like a newborn fawn. The Climber quickly ascends to the top rope, stalking her prey from above. Just as she's about to take flight, Ravage dashes into the ropes and knocks Bridget off balance!
"UGGGHHH..." Bridget groans as her crotch smashes onto the turnbuckle, allowing Ravage to take a needed break.
"You dare slap me? You punk!" Ravage lashes out as she joins her opponent on the second ropes. Ravage keeps Stroud's head steady with a grasp of her locks before reeling back and smashing her head into the bridge of Bridget's nose!
"OWWWW!!!!"
The Sweet Disaster shouts in pain and clutches her nose. Rebecca keeps her head steady and butts her foe again, this time aiming for Stroud's forehead.
"You like that?" Rebecca snarls before tucking Bridget's head under her arm. Ravage pulls Bridget to the top rope. Once steady, Rebecca joins her precarious position and hauls her backwards into a Superplex!
Superplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6SOZ6ee8mg
Stroud arches her back in pain while Ravage recovers quickly and covers her for the....
ONE!
TWO!
The Sweet Disaster shoves a shoulder off the canvas, keeping the Climbers from sinking to a second straight defeat. The brunette rolls to her side before being scraped off the deck by Ravage, the Brooklyn Bytch with a handful of dark locks. Rebecca shoves the staggering Stroud to a neutral corner, Bridget’s back CRASHING into the buckles.
Ravage follows her in, a predator eyeing its prey. Squaring up with her foe, Bridget’s arms draped over the top cable on either side, Rebecca dips her head and hammers away with body shot after body shot, fists pounding into bronzed tummy, doubling Bridget over more with each fist-forced invasion, Stroud groaning as she’s impaled with clenched digits a dozen times.
Swaddling her aching abs, Bridget’s backside drops to the canvas, perhaps her legs giving out, perhaps as a manner of escape, lowering her bruised belly out of range. But it’s only a brief respite as the Crew member pivots 90 degrees and rams her left boot sole into the same spot, stomping a mudhole out of her opponent.
THOMP…THOMP…THOMP!
Bridget tries to cover as best she can, but the fury of Ravage is a sight to behold and by the end of the destructive dance Stroud’s looking more puddle than wrestler. Rebecca grabs each of Bridget’s ankles and yanks the Disaster into no woman’s land, dead center, no ropes to save her.
Ravage leaps into the air above the splayed Stroud, her right elbow poised as she drops to the deck, planning to pierce the sternum of the Climber. But the grit of the Peak-topper shows itself, Bridget rolling clear and Rebecca RAMMING the point of her elbow into the thinly-sheathed plywood instead.
Ravage curses a blue streak after the miss, cradling her throbbing limb close. Bridget, up to one knee, drawing in deep breaths, swaddles her midriff with one arm but uses the opposite hand to grab the wrist of Ravage’s injured wing. Forgoing the ache in her abdomen, Bridget adds another enveloping palm around the Crew member’s wrist. She leaps into the air, stuffing both boots into Rebecca’s torso where it attaches with the blonde’s right arm and laying out. The jarring impact to Stroud’s spine is nothing compared to the attack above, Bridget threatening to pull Ravage’s arm out of its socket.
Rebecca breaks loose from the Disastrous grip but the damage seems done, Rebecca’s right arm limp at her side. She tries to shake it out, but recovery isn’t that easy as she grimaces and growls at the continued pain. Deciding it best to let Maddy provide her version of mayhem, Rebecca heads for the Crew corner, but Bridget isn’t ready for her to go, racing in from behind and throwing a clip into the pit of Ravage’s right knee.
Clinical in her precision, Bridget takes down the Buzzcut with her nasty tackle. Ravage tumbles to the canvas yelping in pain, now down both of her right-sided limbs. She tries to get up and make it the rest of the way to her partner, but she’s reduced to rolling and a defiant Bridget stands in her way.
“You want to brawl? I can kick your ass that way,” Strouid informs. “But let’s show these fans the difference between us.”
Stroud lands a payback stomp to the ribs, putting Ravage on her chest. Immediately, the tawny-skinned Peak-topper is on her foe, dipping into a crouching, forward-facing straddle. She posts the injured right arm of her foe over the cap of her folded knee, drawing a chirp from the wincing Rebecca. Bridget does likewise with Ravage’s left then cups her laced fingers under the chin of the Brooklyn Bytch. With her camel clutch secured, Stroud leans back, wrenching the Buzzcut’s neck and back into an agonizing arch.
“Ask her,” the Sweet Disaster demands.
Merle does as bid. Her jaw ‘wired’ shut by Bridget’s clutch, the grimacing Ravage can only groan in the negative, giving her head a barely perceptible shake. Merle waves any idea of a submission away. Bridget responds by trying to touch the crown of her head to Ravage’s rump and soon the anguished Crew member is staring at the rafters above, her body bent into a sickening ‘C’ shape.
Still, the Brooklyn Bytch refuses to capitulate. Stroud gets the message, giving up her clutch for two handfuls of golden strands then SLAMMING Rebecca’s face into the canvas. Ravage’s head bounces off the mat. She settles in a face-down stupor, Heather and most of the FAWNatics cheering the Star Climber on.
Perhaps tempted to roll Rebecca to her back and go for the cover, Stroud takes a different path.
Moving to a standing straddle of Rebecca’s waist, the Peak-topper dips and reaches her arms around the midriff of her flattened foe, linking fingers and peeling the blonde Buzzcut a few inches off the canvas. She tips Ravage’s legs upward then straightens her frame while vaulting Rebecca’s upper half high in front of her.
Releasing at the top, Bridget transfers her grip with the Crew member in midair, laying out and BLASTING Rebecca with a Wheelbarrow Neckbreaker.
Wheelbarrow Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVO0laIQYjA )
Bridget climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking the far leg of the lifeless Ravage for the…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Not taking any chances, Maddy’s enters the squared circle and breaks up the pin in the nick of time, shoving Stroud off her partner and saving the Wrecking Crew from defeat.
As Merle chases Mayhem back to her territory, Bridget heads to the Climber corner, handing the reigns to Miss Mustang who slides through and heads for Ravage to press her team’s advantage.
Crofton dashes towards her opponent excitedly and peels Ravage off the canvas. Once on their feet, Heather keeps The Brookly Bytch woozy with a few forearm shots to her noggin' before hitting the ropes when a sudden tug of her ankle causes her to fall over with a THUD as she greets the mat!
"HEY! YOU..." Miss Mustang turns around and yells at Maddy while standing up .
"Wouldn't take my eyes off her if I were you..." Maddy replies with a grin as Rebecca comes in with a clothesline that sends the rookie out of the ring!
On the other side of the ring, a furious Bridget attempts to save her partner from the predicament but Merle immediately holds her back, drawing complaints from the inactive climber.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Maddy, joined shortly by Rebecca, picks up a disoriented Crofton and throws her hard into the nearest ring steps!
"Keep yapping bitch, while we have our fun! Ha!" Maddy taunts the more experienced Climber as The Wrecking Crew continues to mudstomp the hell out of Heather. Seeing that her squabbles with the ref only prolong Heather's punishment, Stroud helplessly relents so that the official can continue with his duty. Indeed, he does. The ruckus at the ringside catches the attention of the ref and causes him to warn the crew. "Hey, get in here! Or I will disqualify you guys!"
Maddy and Rebecca peel Heather off the ringside and roll her under the bottom ropes, Ravage slides in shortly while Maddy returns to her post to make a quick tag.
"Now it's my turn you little puppy!" Maddy snickers as she kicks Heather in the mid-section while Rebecca keeps her still. As Heather doubles over upon release, Maddy traps her in a double underhook and drags her to the center of the ring. The Mistress of Madness kicks her leg back and swings it forward like a pendulum, using the momentum to plunge Heather headfirst into the canvas with a Mayhem DDT!
Mayhem DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUtlc5Tv-74&t=1s
Heather flops over like a lifeless starfish as her head bounces off the canvas. Maddy floats over her body and hooks the leg for the....
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Bridget dives into the squared circle once more and narrowly breaks the pin with a double axe handle! "Gosh, that pesky cockroach!" Maddy hisses as she rises to look at Bridget being ushered back into her corner.
"Shoo! GO AWAY! You're not getting the tag anymore!" Maddy waves Stroud off as she yells unintelligibly,
Grabbing Heather by the hair, Maddy peels her off the canvas and pushes her back into the ropes, extending her arm for a quick tag. The Crew assembles and double whips Crofton into the far ropes, trailing behind until the center of the ring where they prepare to nail her with a double clothesl---NO! Crofton ducks under their arms and follows through with the run. Upon returning from the rope, Crofton takes it into the air and double clotheslines the heads off The Crew!
The crowd bursts into cheers as Crofton makes her comeback and Bridget tries to rally her partner by slapping the turnbuckle padding. Reluctant to give Crofton the tag, Rebecca begins to chase her active opponent albeit slowly, Meanwhile, Maddy rolls out of Merle's and Bridget's sights.
"COME ON! HEAT-UGHHH!!!", inches away from the tag, Maddy sweeps Bridget off the apron causing her to smash her face into the apron on her way down. Dazed by the blow to her face, Maddy adds a Bat-sy thrust into Bridget's face, knocking her out-cold on the ring side!
As the jeering from the crowd raises Merle's suspicion, Maddy quickly rolls Bat-sy under the apron. "Oops, you didn't see anything did you?"
"Bridget..." Heather moans, left hanging near the ropes when the recovered Rebecca drops an elbow on the back of Heather's head keeping her in control.
"This is it!" Rebecca snarls as she peels Miss Mustang off the canvas and tucks her head between the legs. The Buzzcut wraps her arms around Heather's waist and hauls her onto the shoulder in a great display of strength. She paces around the ring with her victim on her shoulders before clasping her hands behind Heather's head, folding Heather into a package and DRIVES her victim headfirst into the canvas with The Ravaging Driver!
Ravaging Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2klSBmxGZTU
Rebecca tips her toe and arches her back, stacking Heather's shoulders for the....
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TWO!
THREEEE!!!!
"HELL YEAH!" Maddy screams and pumps her fist in the air as the announcer soon declares, "Your winner, by pin-fall, Rebecca Ravage and Maddy Mayhem, THE WRECKING CREW!"
Rebecca relinquishes the hold and pops to her feet, demanding Merle raises her arm as Maddy soon joins in. A stirring Bridget looks on from ringside. frustrated as the screen soon cuts into a video package for the sponsors.
The sold-out crowd rise to their feet as the house lights turn purple and a dozen spotlights play over the assembled. The speakers offer Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron shows a montage of cuts from the ‘It Girl’ Bridget Stroud’s singles escapades along with those of less-heralded rookie Heather Crofton. After, there are some choice selections from their mostly dark match success on the Tag Team scene. The chaotic sweep of lights continues through most of the first verse, though the pace seems to increase as the sound system bellows:
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWpZsoh78nk
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
The spots hone in on the entryway with the third recitation as Crofton and Stroud explode through the curtain, Miss Mustang and Sweet Disaster greeting the FAWNatics with a pumped fist from the former and a brawny double bicep flex from the latter. The audience responds with a roar, the welcome for the relatively new duo a reflection of the good will they’ve built during their careers thus far.
BRIDGET STROUD
HEATHER CROFTON
Breaking into a wide smile as the crowd continues to show their appreciation, Heather exchanges a fist bump with the former rock climber.
“Let’s shake off that Quake loss, kid,” Bridget offers in return, her reassuring, dark eyes making clear she still has the faith after a Pay-Per-View setback against the California girls in their last televised go.
Crofton nods in approval and they start down the aisle, the Girl from Grapevine taking point so she can zig and zag across the aisle to slap every hand extended in their direction. For tonight’s tussle, Heather wears a yellow spandex two-piece consisting of boy-cut trunks and a cross-shoulder top, the side of the shorts a window of crisscrossed strips. The gear is completed with white pads and boots.
As for Bridget she sports a twist on her usual singles attire, Minnesota Wild’s standard purple replaced with yellow in a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a matte black, yellow and black armbands that crisscross at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, yellow pads with a black splatter pattern and black wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees.
Side by side when they reach the foot of the ramp, the Star Climbers dive under the bottom rope and pop to their feet. Heather is quickly back down on one knee for a brawny double bicep flex while Bridget raises the fearsome ‘Climbers Claw’ overhead as a warning to tonight’s foes.
The announcer takes his cue and gives tonight’s first competitors their proper introduction.
“Ladies and gentlemen. The following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Grapevine, Texas and Stillwater, Minnesota respectively, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-four pounds, please welcome HEATHER CROFTON and BRIDGET STROUD… THE STAR CLIMBERS!”
Again, the crowd rallies for the Climbers, ready to see them live up to their name and watch them ascend the rankings of the always cutthroat tag title ladder.
Silence fills the arena as the crowd settles back to their seats. Suddenly, a guitar riff disrupts the peace and white flashes spam the stage to the rhythm of the music.
You've Got Another Thing Comin':
www.youtube.com/watch?v=coA75uoMF40
As the music hits its high notes, a spotlight homes in on the entrance amongst the seizure-inducing lights, illuminating the path for one of the dirtiest pairs in FAWN, Maddy and Rebecca.
MADDY MAYHEM
REBECCA RAVAGE
"Hey! This music isn't what we agreed on!" Maddy complains.
"I know, I changed it because YOUR choice sucked," Rebecca pulls her aviators down slightly and replies nonchalantly.
"You DO know I have a rage problem right?", Maddy snaps back at her partner.
"Now if you have a problem, why don't you take out your frustration on them instead?” Ravage responds tilting her head in the direction of The Star Climbers in the ring.
Maddy pauses for her few seconds, cold and expressionless, before breaking into a smile, "OKAY!".
As the heat cools down between both, Maddy kicks up "Batsy" and slings it over her shoulders while Rebecca cracks her knuckles and neck before making their way to the ring. The arena quickly fills with boos, but it isn't affecting the mood of The Wrecking Crew in any way.
For tonight, Maddy wears a black boy shorts with a studded-vinyl bra completed with black paddings and white boots. As for Rebecca, she sports her signature purple shorts and top completed with black paddings and white boots. In addition, her fists were taped with R written over each hand and a leather vest.
"And their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-nine pounds, please welcome...MADDY MAYHEM AND REBECCA RAVAGE, THE WRECKING CREW!"
"Yay! That's us!" Maddy smiles and waves to the crowd despite the booing while Rebecca continues to march down the ramp.
Before going into the ring, Maddy gently strokes "Bat-sy" and rests her against the ring steps for emergency use while Ravage removes her vest and shades before the two slide in from opposite sides. They parade around the ring as the Star Climbers decide who to go first.
Given Mayhem's track record, the ref quickly rushes to search her, but Ravage interjects, "Search me first."
Not suspecting a thing, Merle pats down The Brooklyn Buzzcut first, but just as Merle switches over to the other half of the team, Maddy slips something into Rebecca's hand, out of Merle's line of sight. After the inspection is done for both sides, Maddy rushes out of the corner with an extended hand towards Bridget, who it seems will start first.
Stroud knows better not to shake the hand of the trickster, as does the crowd.
"Come on! Bridget, we don't have all day!" Maddy chirps gesturing toward her hand. But Bridget takes a trick out of Maddy's playbook and swings a haymaker before the match begins!
Mayhem reacts quickly, ducking under the swinging arm. Shuffling behind Bridget, she sends a shin between Bridget's legs!
"WHAT THE---" Merle screams.
Still, he calls for the match to begin as Bridget clutches her crotch in pain!
"Uh uhhhh, don't play dirty!" Maddy waggles an accusing finger before clubbing Bridget's back, forcing her to all fours.
"Eat this!" Maddy snarls as she drops to her knees, grabs a handful of Bridget's dark locks and smashes her face repeatedly into the mat!
Living up to her moniker of Mayhem in the first moments of the match, Maddy disdainfully tosses Stroud to the side and raises her arms high and wide, celebrating the Sweet Disastrous start by leaping to her feet and stomping away on one of the hottest young talents in the company.
Mudhole made of Bridget, the Australian terror turns to her foe’s wide-eyed partner, Heather aghast.
“Do ya wanna come in and get more of the same, mate? Cuz I got more that for you and every other tag team in FAWN, the whole bloody lot of ya?”
The Lone Star girl seems a bit overwhelmed. Seeing the rookie Crofton appropriately silenced, Maddy turns her attention back to Bridget, dipping to sink her nails into Stroud’s dark mane and pulling the dazed grappler up to her haunches.
“Gonna make a lesson out of you, luv.”
From down south, the calamitous climber swings a forearm smash up between the hovering Maddy’s tanned stems, striking pussy paydirt with her karmic return blow. Maddy’s eyes cross, her knees knocking as her jaw drops. Still struggling with her own pulsating pain from below, Bridget uses Mayhem’s frame to climb to her feet.
“And what lesson might that be,” Bridget grunts in retort. “That you’re a psycho, not a wrestler?”
Stroud raises a right elbow over the stooped blonde and brings it down on the crown of Mayhem’s skull, the Wrecking Crew’s wrath dropped to her knees, lids blinking wide, hands still stuffed between her thighs from the return fire of Bridget’s crotch shot.
Racing to the ropes, Bridget rebounds off the rubber-coated steel and chugs toward the wincing Miss Mayhem, RAMMING her knee into the forehead of the blonde with a Basement Running Knee Strike.
Basement Running Knee Strike ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBFsbGLJ79Q )
Maddy flops to her back from the wicked impact, staring blankly into the rafters. Bridget takes the opportunity to dive on top for a lateral press and the…
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TWO…
Mayhem’s body spasms from head to toe, lifting her shoulders off the canvas as a result, Maddy ending on her side, perhaps learning Bridget’s reputation as the ultimate up-and-comer is well-placed.
Stroud pushes to her feet, a hitch in her giddy-up obvious as she takes a brief stroll to walk off Mayhem’s early low blow. The Sweet Disaster returns to a rising Maddy and ‘helps’ the blonde to her feet, tugging Maddy into a front facelock while throwing a limp arm of Mayhem over her shoulders. Bridget launches Maddy heavenward, stalling the blonde as Mayhem’s boot soles point to the lights above. The FAWNatics start a count, reaching a full ‘ten’ before Stroud follows through, dropping Maddy to the deck with a vertical suplex.
The ring-rattling collision sends Mayhem into a pained arch, reaching for her lower spine as a recovering Stroud kips to her feet. Bridget sinks her digits into Mayhem’s blonde mop and drags Maddy to the Climber corner, turning the ‘keys’ over to her young counterpart with a slap of hands.
Miss Mustang bundles through the cables and, as Bridget lifts the left arm of Mayhem high, Heather delivers a boot to the ribs, drawing a pained grunt from Maddy. As Bridget exits, the Texan bullies Mayhem deep into the ropes, latching onto her foe’s near wrist and flinging Maddy away with an Irish Whip. Or at least that was the plan for the grappler from Grapevine. Instead, Maddy plants and pivots, reversing the whip, sending the Yellow Rose to the races.
As Heather u-turns out of the opposite cables, she gets a few frantic steps before a leaping Miss Mayehm RIPS the rookie off her feet with a scythe-like clothesline, sending the back of the blonde’s skull bouncing off the thinly-sheathed plywood. Crofton ends in a seated position, cradling the back of her braincase with both hands.
Leaping into a straddle of the downed Miss Mustang with an abbreviated Thesz press, a furious Maddy pounds away with closed fists to the sides of Heather’s face, Crofton with enough of a guard in place to block some but not all. And when the storm of blows ends, the Texan’s in trouble.
Grabbing Crofton by the ears, Miss Mayhem hauls a howling Heather to her feet and shoves the rookie into a stumbling backpedal, Heather’s spinal column CRASHING into the Wrecking Crew’s corner. Maddy gets in Merle’s grill, complaining about an injured fingernail, pulling his attention away from the grimacing rookie.
With the zebra’s gaze diverted, from outside, Rebecca wraps an arm around Crofton’s throat. She throttles Miss Mustang, Heather flailing and gagging breathlessly, her face turning rosier by the second as Ravage chokes the life from the youngster. With her windpipe crushed under the less-than-loving embrace, Crofton loses her usually boundless energy, body going limp. Rebecca lets the Lone Star girl plop to her backside, back leaning against the bottom buckle, legs extended, head drooping.
Miss Mayhem, having recovered from the “grievous” injury she’d been discussing with Merle, jogs to the opposite corner, picking up steam in the last few steps to surprise Bridget and PLOW a shoulderblock into the Sweet Disaster. Stroud’s sent tumbling from her station, dropping and rolling on the thinly-padded concrete.
With one Star Climber dispatched, another waits for her just desserts and Maddy sprints across the canvas at full speed, launching from several feet out, parted legs leading the way. Showing she’s feeling better downstairs, Mayhem sends her undercarriage THUMPING into Heather’s chin, her rump POUNDING the Texan’s chest.
Grabbing the ropes on either side, Maddy goes to town with a wildly frenetic Bronco Buster, riding the rookie hard, leaving the Lone Star girl a Texas-sized mess after a full ten-spot of pelvic thrusts leaves the blasted blonde in a drowsy daze. A smirking Maddy rises off her mount, pulls Heather up on rubbery legs and stuffs her deep into the corner. Mayhem goes back to chest, keeping her foe pressed in tight, allowing Rebecca to reach over and slap Maddy’s shoulder for entry into the match.
Ravage enters, but noticeably, the blue-eyed maniac does not. Mayhem turns and dips, scooping an arm between the quaking thighs of the rookie. She ‘hups’ Heather across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and walks the captured Miss Mustang to center stage while Ravage races to the ropes and rebounds. Charging toward the elevated Crofton, Rebecca lifts a big boot that CRASHES into Heather’s temple while Maddy combines the awful impact with a Samoan Drop, leaving Crofton splayed in a semiconscious starfish.
Wrecking Ball ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqR7X0znLPg ) 00:24
As Maddy rolls out under the bottom rope, Ravage dives on the demolished rookie for the pin and the win at…
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TWO…
THRNOOO!
Recovered enough to be at her post, Bridget senses trouble after the terrific, terrible teamwork. She dives in to make the save, NAILING the Brooklyn Bytch with a double axhandle to break the count.
“Gugh, annoying bitch!” Ravage utters over her shoulder as Merle ushers Bridget back to her corner.
Still dazed from the impact, Crofton sweeps her arm to get a “touch” of her opponent, grabbing onto her knee pads for support. Rebecca ditches her hand and yanks her up by the hair in spite of Merle’s complains.
Keeping Crofton’s head in position, The Brooklyn Bytch reels her head back and smashes Heather on the top of her crown. Ravage throws her arms up, palms open as Heather drops onto her fours.
“Here, happy now?” Ravage snarls at the official.
Despite Merle’s disapproval, Rebecca yanks Heather up by her hair once more. Except this time, Rebecca quickly throws the legal opponent over her shoulders with a quick Hair Snapmare.
As Heather whiplashes onto a seat, Rebecca hops into air and pumps her boots into the scapula of Heather. Heather winces in agony as she drops onto her side, but Ravage quickly pushes her back into the canvas for the...
ONE!
NOO!
The rookie snaps out of the fall quickly, ending on her side. Determined to win, Rebecca knows she has to target the weaker link. So she quickly wraps one arm around Heather’s neck, securing a basic yet effective sleeper hold by tucking her hand into the other folded arm.
“You give?” Merle asks the rookie, who waggles her finger in the air ‘no’.
“Why don’t you take the easy way out now? You don’t wanna risk getting REALLY hurt do you?” the Blonde Buzzcut coos into Heather’s ear as she tightens the “noose”.
Heather pushes onto her knees while Rebecca constantly re-positions herself for leverage over her foe. Crofton slowly digs her fingers into Ravage’s arm, creating the necessary space to twist her neck away from the point of pressure. The little adjustment allows her to pivot her body sideways and smashes her elbow into Rebecca’s exposed mid-section!
“NGNHH!!! NGGNNHH!!!”
Ravage’s hold loosens with every strike, allowing Crofton to break out of the sleeper and stun Ravage with a stinging forearm!
Seeing a slight window of opportunity, Heather makes a beeline towards the ropes, and returns—but The Brooklyn Bytch lunges forward and nails Crofton back into the canvas with a discus clothesline!!!
“FALL!” Rebecca signals to Merle as she hooks her leg for the...
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TWO!
THRENOOO!!!
“GOD DAMMIT!” Rebecca slaps the mat in frustration as the rookie refuses to take the fall. Outside the ring, Bridget sticks her hand over the top rope and slaps on the buckle padding, asking the crowd to rally for her younger partner.
Heather shifts her attention to her partner, wanting a tag, but Rebecca will not allow it. Ravage pulls Crofton up by the hair once more when Crofton’s hands suddenly lace behind Ravage’s head and she drops to her knees.
The surprise Jawbreaker sends Rebecca backpedaling into the ropes allowing her partner to slap her shoulders for the tag. Mayhem quickly steps through the ropes and shoots across the ring. As Crofton is about to make the tag, Maddy quickly cuts her route of escape by smashing an elbow into Bridget’s face, sending her off the apron.
“Ain’t going nowhere lady!” Mayhem chirps as she stands between Heather and her home corner.
Maddy dips down and yanks Heather up by the hair before snapping her head back into the mat shortly after. Heather clutches the back of her head in pain as Mayhem snatches her leg and drags her back into the homer corner.
"You're gonna be in the world of hurt, Honey! HAHA!" Maddy laughs.
"BECKY!" Maddy calls for Ravage to tag herself in with a shoulder tap while pinning Heather down by the ankles as her partner ascends to the top rope.
Ravage reaches the top and turns to face the struggling rookie, Miss Mustang weakly trying to pull her legs free from Maddy but unable. Rebecca takes to the skies toward her wriggling target and lands a diving headbutt to Heather’s open midriff.
Crofton sits up from the impact, hugging her tummy, eyes bulging as she tries to regain her breath. As she does, Ravage pops back to her feet and gives her forehead a rub, grinning as Mayhem rolls under the bottom rope and takes her spot beside the post.
Working in well-oiled fashion, Rebecca immediately shuffles to her partner and slaps hands then moves to the groaning, seated Texan, CRACKING her foe with a soccer kick to the chest, knocking the blonde flat to the canvas. Rebecca grabs Heather’s wrists and pulls her several feet out from the Crew corner. She turns in the grip on her foe’s her wrists for her ankles, pulling the Lone Star Girl’s legs wide as she stands in a backward straddle over Crofton’s mug.
Heather’s gaze turns from the taut ass above her to Mayhem climbing the buckles above and her spread legs between. As Bridget bitterly complains about the cheating and Merle passes it on less convincingly, Miss Mayhem leaps from the top shelf, her head leading the way. Maddy repeats her partner’s flying headbutt but in a much more sensitive area, DRIVING her forehead into Heather’s crotch.
Crofton spams wildly as the lunatic makes her point that nothing is off limits. A chuckling Ravage releases Heather’s stems and Crofton curls into a fetal ball around her throbbing kitty.
“Ladies, you may have a mistaken impression,” the risen Maddy says first to a fuming Bridget then down at a wincing, mewling Heather. “we’re not here to wrestle. We’re here to WRECK people.”
With Merle’s threats of disqualification becoming more pronounced, the Brooklyn Bytch departs the confines and leaves the rookie’s continued destruction to the more than capable Mayhem.
Maddy snatches the Lone Star Girl by her golden locks, pulling the appealing turtle out of her shell and up to her haunches. With her fingers remaining entwined within the flaxen strands of the rookie, she swings Heather’s head back and SLAMS it into the canvas. Crofton’s head bounces off the thinly-sheathed plywood.
The dazed blonde reaches toward her climbing cohort, but she’s far removed from her partner, the stretch a futile one. Meanwhile, Maddy posts her left leg between those of Miss Mustang then grabs each of her foe’s stems in turn, folding and locking them around her own.
Showing significantly more skill than the random psychotic, Maddy drops from her stance into a bridge, the leglock still holding fast as Miss Mayhem fashions an agonizing Indian Deathlock by wrapping her arms under the chin of Heather and yanking upward, testing the flexibility of Crofton’s neck and back as she’s forced into an agonizing arch.
Indian Deathlock
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOmMBSVA22U&list=PLo0fot9z7SrGNAWQ4jWHzWlB9rovs-S0K&index=4
Mewling in the torturous submission, the stubborn Texan refuses to give even when provided the chance by Merle. Instead, she tugs her way slowly toward the ropes. The crowd cheers on the Yellow Rose until she reaches her goal, wrapping a palm around the bottom rope.
Maddy gives Heather’s head a rattle as a final punishment before releasing her grip and leglock at the count of ‘FOUR’ and rolling off the moaning Miss Mustang.
If Heather’s expecting some recovery time from Batsy’s owner, she more than disappointed. Merle, unable to keep Maddy back for long, is pushed aside, and Mayhem claims Heather by a wrist. She heaves the rookie to the opposite cables and, as Heather bounces off, DRIVES a knee into the pit of Crofton’s stomach, the Lone Star Girl flipping over the impaling impact, the Star Climber again grounded by the cruel Mayhem with her Kitchen Sink.
Kitchen Sink
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xgWKb7bZ74
Heather rolls to her knees and the crown of her head, her arms busy in between hugging her gutted midriff. Maddy seems unconcerned with a pin attempt, ready to bring more pain instead, which she does with a boot to the raised ribs of the blonde. Heather’s sent barrel rolling away from the impact toward a neutral corner. She ends seated against the bottom buckle, groaning and gasping as she swaddles her tummy with both arms.
A grin emerges on Miss Mayhem as she trots to the opposite corner, spins, and charges her seated foe. Leaping from several feet out with legs extended, Maddy’s plan to bronco bust Miss Mustang is thwarted when Heather rolls clear. Mayhem’s baby blues go wide. With no bumper to stop her, she sails between the buckles and RAMS her kitty into the steel of the ring post.
With her pussy throbbing, hands buried between her thighs, Maddy emits a chirp of pain, unable to hold it in in despite her instincts. The sound animates the desperate Lone Star Girl, Heather grabbing Maddy’s wrists and pulling her free of the corner, then dropping across her in a lateral press for the…
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THRNOOO!
Maddy ignores her pulsating kitty long enough to throw a shoulder off the canvas and keep the Wrecking Crew alive.
Bridget calls for a transfer, but Heather wants to prove she belongs in this match before turning over the reigns to the more acclaimed member of the team. Grabbing a wrist and shoulder, she pulls a crumpled Maddy to stooped feet. She yanks again, this time inserting the dipped head of the blonde between her slender but sinewy thighs and clamps down with a standing head scissors.
The rookie wraps her arms around Mayhem’s midriff and tries to lift, presumably for an unexpected powerbomb, but Mayhem blocks it with a grapevining leg around Crofton’s. Heather tries to force the bigger woman up again, but it’s no use, Maddy obstructing again.
If up isn’t available, perhaps down is. Instead of a third try at lifting Mayhem, with Maddy’s head still trapped between her stems, Heather drops to her knees. She sends a jarring impact through the neck of the lunatic, removing some of the ‘crazy’ for the moment, Maddy left in a stupor. Heather pushes the Crew member to her back and covers for the…
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Mayhem shoves out from under, a look of frustration on the Texan at being denied a huge win.
Bridget pleads for a tag so she can take over. The rookie nods in agreement this time, reaching for Maddy to draw her over to the Star Climbers’ corner.
SLAP
The crowd cheers as the Bridget enters the ring. "Lift her arm up!" Stroud instructed her younger partner, who did her bidding, exposing the mid-section of The Lunatic, landing a clean kick into Maddy's rib.
"NGGGNHH!" Maddy mewls in pain as she clutches her rib and shuffles away from Bridget, but her attacker reels her in by the hair and clubs over her back, forcing her onto one knee.
"Not so chatty now huh?" Bridget snarls as she hugs Maddy by the waist and hauls her overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex, arching her back into a bridge and tipping her toes for the...
ONE!
TWO!
NOOO!!!
Maddy shoots her arm up and shoves the Climber off. Bridget immediately yanks the blonde onto her feet and shoves Maddy into a backpedal into the ropes. The brunette presses down and whips Maddy across the ring. But Maddy holds on to Stroud's wrist tight and counter-whips her instead.
"Grrr, take that!" Maddy growls as she trails towards the center of the ring and takes a swing at a returning Bridget, but the senior Climber ducks under and hit the ropes behind Maddy.
"Pesky little..." Maddy snarls and swings a back elbow as Bridget approaches from behind, but Stroud narrowly ducks under once more and hit the ropes once more. And as Bridget returns, she leaps into the air and pumps her legs the hardest she can into the chest of Miss Mayhem!
"URGGGHHH!!!!" Maddy grunts as she falls backwards and rolls like a tumbleweed into the ropes where she feels a sudden tap on the back!
"HEY!" Maddy looks at Rebecca in surprise, "I’ve got a good handle on it!"
"You call that "good? Get out, let me have at her!" Ravage chides her partner as she steps through the ropes while Bridget crouches and gestures for Rebecca to bring it.
"You little bitch!" Ravage barks as she charges full steam ahead.
The Brooklyn Bytch takes her own swing at the Climber but no one expects the result would be any different. Riding on her momentum, Bridget ducks under the clothesline and, when Rebecca turns, she sends a disrespectful SLAP across The Buzzcut's face!
Stunned at first, Rebecca's blank face slowly brims in anger. "You fuuc...", the raging Rebecca sends a haymaker in the direction of Bridget's face but she thwarts the attempt with a raised guard before knocking The Buzzcut down with a punch of her own.
Ravage gets up, gets knocked down. Again and again until she is disorientated. Stroud grabs Rebecca by the wrist and attempts to send her flying into the corner, but Ravage hits the brakes and counterwhips Bridget into the corner instead!
THUD!
Bridget's spinal column hits the turnbuckle but she stands ready. As Rebecca charges at her, Stroud props herself up by two ropes and kicks the Brooklyn Bytch back to where she came from.
Stroud slips out onto the apron and fires the crowd up with a rallying cry as Ravage stumbles onto her feet like a newborn fawn. The Climber quickly ascends to the top rope, stalking her prey from above. Just as she's about to take flight, Ravage dashes into the ropes and knocks Bridget off balance!
"UGGGHHH..." Bridget groans as her crotch smashes onto the turnbuckle, allowing Ravage to take a needed break.
"You dare slap me? You punk!" Ravage lashes out as she joins her opponent on the second ropes. Ravage keeps Stroud's head steady with a grasp of her locks before reeling back and smashing her head into the bridge of Bridget's nose!
"OWWWW!!!!"
The Sweet Disaster shouts in pain and clutches her nose. Rebecca keeps her head steady and butts her foe again, this time aiming for Stroud's forehead.
"You like that?" Rebecca snarls before tucking Bridget's head under her arm. Ravage pulls Bridget to the top rope. Once steady, Rebecca joins her precarious position and hauls her backwards into a Superplex!
Superplex
www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6SOZ6ee8mg
Stroud arches her back in pain while Ravage recovers quickly and covers her for the....
ONE!
TWO!
The Sweet Disaster shoves a shoulder off the canvas, keeping the Climbers from sinking to a second straight defeat. The brunette rolls to her side before being scraped off the deck by Ravage, the Brooklyn Bytch with a handful of dark locks. Rebecca shoves the staggering Stroud to a neutral corner, Bridget’s back CRASHING into the buckles.
Ravage follows her in, a predator eyeing its prey. Squaring up with her foe, Bridget’s arms draped over the top cable on either side, Rebecca dips her head and hammers away with body shot after body shot, fists pounding into bronzed tummy, doubling Bridget over more with each fist-forced invasion, Stroud groaning as she’s impaled with clenched digits a dozen times.
Swaddling her aching abs, Bridget’s backside drops to the canvas, perhaps her legs giving out, perhaps as a manner of escape, lowering her bruised belly out of range. But it’s only a brief respite as the Crew member pivots 90 degrees and rams her left boot sole into the same spot, stomping a mudhole out of her opponent.
THOMP…THOMP…THOMP!
Bridget tries to cover as best she can, but the fury of Ravage is a sight to behold and by the end of the destructive dance Stroud’s looking more puddle than wrestler. Rebecca grabs each of Bridget’s ankles and yanks the Disaster into no woman’s land, dead center, no ropes to save her.
Ravage leaps into the air above the splayed Stroud, her right elbow poised as she drops to the deck, planning to pierce the sternum of the Climber. But the grit of the Peak-topper shows itself, Bridget rolling clear and Rebecca RAMMING the point of her elbow into the thinly-sheathed plywood instead.
Ravage curses a blue streak after the miss, cradling her throbbing limb close. Bridget, up to one knee, drawing in deep breaths, swaddles her midriff with one arm but uses the opposite hand to grab the wrist of Ravage’s injured wing. Forgoing the ache in her abdomen, Bridget adds another enveloping palm around the Crew member’s wrist. She leaps into the air, stuffing both boots into Rebecca’s torso where it attaches with the blonde’s right arm and laying out. The jarring impact to Stroud’s spine is nothing compared to the attack above, Bridget threatening to pull Ravage’s arm out of its socket.
Rebecca breaks loose from the Disastrous grip but the damage seems done, Rebecca’s right arm limp at her side. She tries to shake it out, but recovery isn’t that easy as she grimaces and growls at the continued pain. Deciding it best to let Maddy provide her version of mayhem, Rebecca heads for the Crew corner, but Bridget isn’t ready for her to go, racing in from behind and throwing a clip into the pit of Ravage’s right knee.
Clinical in her precision, Bridget takes down the Buzzcut with her nasty tackle. Ravage tumbles to the canvas yelping in pain, now down both of her right-sided limbs. She tries to get up and make it the rest of the way to her partner, but she’s reduced to rolling and a defiant Bridget stands in her way.
“You want to brawl? I can kick your ass that way,” Strouid informs. “But let’s show these fans the difference between us.”
Stroud lands a payback stomp to the ribs, putting Ravage on her chest. Immediately, the tawny-skinned Peak-topper is on her foe, dipping into a crouching, forward-facing straddle. She posts the injured right arm of her foe over the cap of her folded knee, drawing a chirp from the wincing Rebecca. Bridget does likewise with Ravage’s left then cups her laced fingers under the chin of the Brooklyn Bytch. With her camel clutch secured, Stroud leans back, wrenching the Buzzcut’s neck and back into an agonizing arch.
“Ask her,” the Sweet Disaster demands.
Merle does as bid. Her jaw ‘wired’ shut by Bridget’s clutch, the grimacing Ravage can only groan in the negative, giving her head a barely perceptible shake. Merle waves any idea of a submission away. Bridget responds by trying to touch the crown of her head to Ravage’s rump and soon the anguished Crew member is staring at the rafters above, her body bent into a sickening ‘C’ shape.
Still, the Brooklyn Bytch refuses to capitulate. Stroud gets the message, giving up her clutch for two handfuls of golden strands then SLAMMING Rebecca’s face into the canvas. Ravage’s head bounces off the mat. She settles in a face-down stupor, Heather and most of the FAWNatics cheering the Star Climber on.
Perhaps tempted to roll Rebecca to her back and go for the cover, Stroud takes a different path.
Moving to a standing straddle of Rebecca’s waist, the Peak-topper dips and reaches her arms around the midriff of her flattened foe, linking fingers and peeling the blonde Buzzcut a few inches off the canvas. She tips Ravage’s legs upward then straightens her frame while vaulting Rebecca’s upper half high in front of her.
Releasing at the top, Bridget transfers her grip with the Crew member in midair, laying out and BLASTING Rebecca with a Wheelbarrow Neckbreaker.
Wheelbarrow Neckbreaker ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVO0laIQYjA )
Bridget climbs aboard in a lateral press, hooking the far leg of the lifeless Ravage for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Not taking any chances, Maddy’s enters the squared circle and breaks up the pin in the nick of time, shoving Stroud off her partner and saving the Wrecking Crew from defeat.
As Merle chases Mayhem back to her territory, Bridget heads to the Climber corner, handing the reigns to Miss Mustang who slides through and heads for Ravage to press her team’s advantage.
Crofton dashes towards her opponent excitedly and peels Ravage off the canvas. Once on their feet, Heather keeps The Brookly Bytch woozy with a few forearm shots to her noggin' before hitting the ropes when a sudden tug of her ankle causes her to fall over with a THUD as she greets the mat!
"HEY! YOU..." Miss Mustang turns around and yells at Maddy while standing up .
"Wouldn't take my eyes off her if I were you..." Maddy replies with a grin as Rebecca comes in with a clothesline that sends the rookie out of the ring!
On the other side of the ring, a furious Bridget attempts to save her partner from the predicament but Merle immediately holds her back, drawing complaints from the inactive climber.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Maddy, joined shortly by Rebecca, picks up a disoriented Crofton and throws her hard into the nearest ring steps!
"Keep yapping bitch, while we have our fun! Ha!" Maddy taunts the more experienced Climber as The Wrecking Crew continues to mudstomp the hell out of Heather. Seeing that her squabbles with the ref only prolong Heather's punishment, Stroud helplessly relents so that the official can continue with his duty. Indeed, he does. The ruckus at the ringside catches the attention of the ref and causes him to warn the crew. "Hey, get in here! Or I will disqualify you guys!"
Maddy and Rebecca peel Heather off the ringside and roll her under the bottom ropes, Ravage slides in shortly while Maddy returns to her post to make a quick tag.
"Now it's my turn you little puppy!" Maddy snickers as she kicks Heather in the mid-section while Rebecca keeps her still. As Heather doubles over upon release, Maddy traps her in a double underhook and drags her to the center of the ring. The Mistress of Madness kicks her leg back and swings it forward like a pendulum, using the momentum to plunge Heather headfirst into the canvas with a Mayhem DDT!
Mayhem DDT
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUtlc5Tv-74&t=1s
Heather flops over like a lifeless starfish as her head bounces off the canvas. Maddy floats over her body and hooks the leg for the....
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOO!!!
Bridget dives into the squared circle once more and narrowly breaks the pin with a double axe handle! "Gosh, that pesky cockroach!" Maddy hisses as she rises to look at Bridget being ushered back into her corner.
"Shoo! GO AWAY! You're not getting the tag anymore!" Maddy waves Stroud off as she yells unintelligibly,
Grabbing Heather by the hair, Maddy peels her off the canvas and pushes her back into the ropes, extending her arm for a quick tag. The Crew assembles and double whips Crofton into the far ropes, trailing behind until the center of the ring where they prepare to nail her with a double clothesl---NO! Crofton ducks under their arms and follows through with the run. Upon returning from the rope, Crofton takes it into the air and double clotheslines the heads off The Crew!
The crowd bursts into cheers as Crofton makes her comeback and Bridget tries to rally her partner by slapping the turnbuckle padding. Reluctant to give Crofton the tag, Rebecca begins to chase her active opponent albeit slowly, Meanwhile, Maddy rolls out of Merle's and Bridget's sights.
"COME ON! HEAT-UGHHH!!!", inches away from the tag, Maddy sweeps Bridget off the apron causing her to smash her face into the apron on her way down. Dazed by the blow to her face, Maddy adds a Bat-sy thrust into Bridget's face, knocking her out-cold on the ring side!
As the jeering from the crowd raises Merle's suspicion, Maddy quickly rolls Bat-sy under the apron. "Oops, you didn't see anything did you?"
"Bridget..." Heather moans, left hanging near the ropes when the recovered Rebecca drops an elbow on the back of Heather's head keeping her in control.
"This is it!" Rebecca snarls as she peels Miss Mustang off the canvas and tucks her head between the legs. The Buzzcut wraps her arms around Heather's waist and hauls her onto the shoulder in a great display of strength. She paces around the ring with her victim on her shoulders before clasping her hands behind Heather's head, folding Heather into a package and DRIVES her victim headfirst into the canvas with The Ravaging Driver!
Ravaging Driver
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2klSBmxGZTU
Rebecca tips her toe and arches her back, stacking Heather's shoulders for the....
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEE!!!!
"HELL YEAH!" Maddy screams and pumps her fist in the air as the announcer soon declares, "Your winner, by pin-fall, Rebecca Ravage and Maddy Mayhem, THE WRECKING CREW!"
Rebecca relinquishes the hold and pops to her feet, demanding Merle raises her arm as Maddy soon joins in. A stirring Bridget looks on from ringside. frustrated as the screen soon cuts into a video package for the sponsors.