Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 1:49:43 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Championship Exhibition scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Blue Bay, Florida, stands at five feet three inches tall and weighs in at one hundred and seventeen pounds. She is the Slappin’ Sensation, ladies and the FAWN Lightweight Champion… MACY RENQUIST!”
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The sold out grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner blowing through the curtain atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having put an indelible stamp (slap?) on the Lightweight Division during 2020, the Beach Blaster looked to start the New Year on high note against the very best FAWN hard to offer. Practically thrumming with anticipation for the battle ahead, Renquist took a moment to buff that golden faceplate with her forearm before she started down the ramp.
Any pressure she might’ve felt heading into this conflict with the BFG was either well camouflaged or flat out non-existent, as Renquist moved back ‘n forth across the aisle to slap all the hands extended in her direction looking like she didn’t have a worry in the world. This carefree attitude remained on full display when she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle, the Slappin’ Sensation’s smile grew that much wider once she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her turn facing the hard camera and held its gaze for several long seconds before she handed the belt off to Nick Castle and headed to the far corner for a few last second stretches.
Castle was in the midst of inspecting Macy’s knees and elbows when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! She is the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it to the rafters. “This says I’m the best in the world. And it’s going to take more than a few slaps to convince me otherwise.”
Statement made Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s contest of champions she wore her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
Clayton turned to Renquist and svelte blonde answered with a wide smile and sly wink. Becky smirked, countered with a wink of her own, then handed the belt off to Castle before heading to the opposite corner.
CLANG!
Macy was out of the buckles with the bell, FAWN’s current Lightweight standard bearer heading straight for the Destroyer class World Champion. Becky answered with similar urgency in making her way to the middle of the ring, the Peacekeeper clearly not taking her adversary lightly despite the fact that there was nothing more than professional pride on the line. Slowing as she drew to within reach of the taller wrestler, Renquist extended a hand and said, “Don’t usually offer these before a match, but I wanted to say thank you before the slaps start flying.”
Bex arched an eyebrow as she took the Beach Blaster’s hand in her own. “You’re more than welcome, Macy. I just wonder if you’ll be so grateful when you’re dealing with the really heavy ordinance.
Renquist squeezed Clayton’s hand a little bit harder than necessary before she broke away. “Haven’t you heard, tuff girl? I AM the heavy ordinance.”
Becky snorted, raised her hands and beckoned the blonde in as they started to circle. “Come on then, honeybunch. Show me those heavy ha--”
THWHAP!
Macy did indeed step in, but rather than lash at her foe’s biceps or face, she laid a quick Leg Kick against Clayton’s left thigh! The Camouflage Crusher grimaced, raised her left leg to defend against a second kick and took a shot to her right thigh instead. Two was enough for Becky, she pounced on Renquist and would’ve overwhelmed her in a Collar & Elbow if Macy hadn’t twisted ‘round behind her in a deft little spin. CRA-CRAAACK!
“OW DAMMIT!” Macy drew back and lashed the big brunette between the shoulders with a Two-Handed Slap that put Clayton up on her tiptoes until she turned ar--CRAAACK! Renquist greeted her with an Overhand Double Slap that caught Bex flush on the chest!
Becky stumbled back a step, caught her balance and earned an impressed ‘oooooohhhh!’ from the crowd when she caught the blonde’s left wrist before the next Slap could find her face. “Gotcha now, honeybuNNNGGHH!”
Macy hopped, set her right foot on Clayton’s left thigh and pumped her left knee up into the World Champion’s forehead! Such a step-up Knee Strike would’ve floored anyone in the sub-125 division, but Becky only lurched like she’d stepped in a fencepost hole. Seizing control of the brunette’s left wrist when she saw Clayton’s legs go wobbly, Macy whipped Bex around in a circle, then wrenched that shoulder with an Arm Ringer and leapt up to THWHACK a Pele Kick into Becky’s forehead!
ARM WRENCH PELE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxaegyq2wfs
Clayton hit the deck in a heap and Macy covered her at once, the Slappin’ Sensation snugging the far leg as tight as she could to keep Bex down for the…
ONE…
Becky shoved Renquist away and sat up, the brunette clearly rattled but far from fin--“EEERRRGGHHH!” Macy cupped Becky’s chin in both hands and DROVE a knee between her shoulders to put some real emphasis on the Chinlock. “Swarming you, babe.” Renquist put her chin to Clayton’s forehead and gouged that vulnerable expanse to emphasize the point. “Better stop me before you’re overwhelmed, if you--”
Becky grabbed the Lightweight Champ’s hands in her right and squeezed hard enough to make Macy’s breath catch in her throat. “This is just a skirmish, honeybunch.” she grunted. “You’re gonna need to bring a real war if you want to overwhelm HHRRRGGGGHH!”
Macy gave up on the Chinlock so she could seize Becky’s grippin’ hand in her left hand and pull it tight across her neck, Cutthroat-style. Confident she couldn’t keep the brunette grounded without some much stronger efforts, the Leader of the Renquistition flattened her right hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Becky’s right ear once, twice, three times! Clayton shouted in surprised hurt, reached back with her left hand and found things growing all the more dire once Macy caught that wrist and converted the Cutthroat to a Straightjacket. Knee still grinding into the big brunette’s back, Macy tugged those crossed arms an inch or two higher and poured on enough pressure to earn a low groan from the seated powerhouse.
“Ask her.” Renquist said to Nick Castle when the Senior Official closed to within a few steps of the action.
“The answer’s no, Nick” Becky grunted with no additional prompting. “We’re still feeling each other out, far as I’m concenRRRGGGHHH!”
Macy scrambled to her feet, went up on tiptoe and immediately dropped to one knee, just THUMPING the bony joint into her opponent’s spine. The Straightjacket rode a little higher now, it covered Clayton’s mouth and threatened to overtake her nose with each new tug. “Don’t you underestimate me, Becky. Don’t you dare. Vegas odds be damned, I’m going to hang an ‘L’ around your ne--”
The Peacekeeper couldn’t free herself from the Straightjacket so she sought to rearrange her position therein by rocking from left to right, left to right. Renquist knew what Clayton had on her mind and did her best to stop it by yoking up on the Straightjacket until Becky’s forearms were grinding against her nose. But in the end that twenty-six pound weight difference was too much for her to counteract and the Howling Commandos let out a cheer when their leader rolled to one knee. Macy stood up behind Clayton, shifted all her weight to one foot and drove her knee into the nape of the brunette’s neck. “You’re taking a lot of punishment early, baby.” Renquist huffed after administering three more quick knees. “Gonna come back to haunt you the longer this goes heyWHOAHNNNNNHH!”
Becky clambered to full verticality and like the blonde before her, went up on tiptoe only to go down on one knee while simultaneously yanking Macy over her right shoulder! The result was a sort of improvised Snapmare that ‘thumped’ Renquist onto her butt directly in front of the rasping Destroyer. Without so much as a thought, Becky palmed the top of Renquist’s head in one hand, then reared back and THWHACKED a heavy Soccer Kick into the curve of her back!
Macy groaned through clenched teeth but made no move to rise, so Clayton loped into the ropes facing the penitent blonde and raced back twice as fast to fire a Big Boot from the basement straight into Renquist’s fa--NO! Macy threw herself backward to avoid the strike, pulled her knees up to her chest and kipped to verticality as neat as you please! Sprinting at the strands that Becky just occupied, the Lightweight Champion leapt onto the middle rope and launched herself backward, Macy spiraling around in midair to unleash a huge Springboard Bytch Slap on--“HHHRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Bex stepped in close and cinched her arms around Renquist’s waist to draw her into a nauseating Bear Hug! Under most circumstances Clayton would’ve increased the pressure of this hold gradually, tonight however it was full force from the very beginning, the Camouflage Crusher bouncing and jouncing in place while occasionally pausing to whip her foe from side to side like a terrier shaking a rat.
“What do you say, Macy?” Nick asked the thrashing blonde. “Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Renquist barked at once. “Don’t even think about it, Castle! I’m not going anyHHUUURRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky boosted the blonde a little higher and squeezed that much tighter. “Sure about that, honeybunch? You’re sounding a little breathleNGH! NGH! NGH!”
There was no way Renquist could power free of the Hug, so she thrust her left hand under the World Champion’s chin and forced her head back enough for the Slappin’ Sensation to plaster Becky’s cheek with at least half a dozen Bytch Slaps! “Don’t worry about me, sweetness!” Macy growled. “My ribs are gonna last a helluva lot longer than your faWHOOAAARRRGGGHH!”
In no mood to endure more of those wicked slaps, Clayton dipped her knees, then popped her hips to toss the blonde up, over and down with a Belly to Belly Suplex that saw Clayton never leave her feet! Nodding to the crowd when they roared for this show of strength, the Camouflage Crusher turned around and dropped to a knee behind Renquist as the blonde was struggling to a se--“RRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Becky slipped her arms beneath Renquist’s biceps, locked her hands across the nape of her foe’s neck and CRANKED down on the Full Nelson while simultaneously rising to boot-leather. “You’re even faster than I expected.” Clayton admitted as she wrenched the simple submission back and forth. “Which means I’ll have to slow you down right now.”
Chin pressed to her own breastbone by the pressure of the Nelson, Macy hissed, “Guuuhhhh… good luck with thaWHOOAAAAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex dipped down, then shot up on tiptoe to tear the Lightweight Champion free from her moorings. Halving her grip at the apex, Clayton stepped to one side and simply THAWHAMMED Renquist down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Full Nelson Slam.
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxj5ptt0gqY
Macy’s legs shot straight into the air like she might tumble onto her stomach, so Becky caught her by the ankles and tossed those limbs down to ensure she remained flat on her back. Once that was decided Clayton threw herself into the ropes and sprinted back the way she’d came just to skip over Macy en route to the opposite side. Two more full passes ensured an appropriately ludicrous speed when the Peacekeeper took to the sky and stretched out full length to bring every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds crashing down atop Renquist’s midriff in a Splash! The blonde’s legs came up again and now Clayton hooked the far one in a tight Cradle to keep her adversary down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky’s ‘NGH!’ was followed by the crowd’s ‘OOOHHH!’ when the Beach Blaster brushed a rough Slap across Clayton’s mouth. “You’re committed to the slaps, I’ll give you that much.” Becky muttered as she pulled Macy to a seat with a handful of hair. “Now let me show you what it’ll get ya.” Her right hand flicked out viper-quick, the big brunette giving Renquist a scintillating taste of her own medicine via a single quick Bytch Slap! “See?” Clayton said of the palm-shaped welt rising on her foe’s cheek. “Not as much fun on that side, is it, honeybunNNNHHHH!”
Genuine astonishment from the FAWNatics as Renquist tagged Becky with an answering Bytch Slap! “Why are you holding back on those slaps, cutie?” Macy struggled to get to her feet, a task made more difficult because Clayton hadn’t relinquished the hair-hold. “You think if you come at me with weak shyt I’ll return the favor? I don’t think so, soldier. Next time I slap you it’ll be full strOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Bex stood up with the Floridian and promptly stepped in with a Kneelift that skewered the pit of Macy’s stomach. Switching over to a Wristlock before Castle could voice any objections, Clayton sent the Lightweight reeling with a Shoulderblock, then dropped a hip and didn’t so much sling as she did hurl Renquist into the far corner. Macy managed to turn around a heartbeat before impact, but that was about the only silver lining as she was immediately crushed beneath the treads (or in this case the abs) of the One Woman Army as Becky crushed her against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
Renquist’s legs gave out and she would’ve plopped to her rump if she didn’t have both arms draped over the top rope. Alas, even that proved meager defense when Clayton drew her into a Front Facelock and slung the near (left) arm over her shoulders. Then she caught a handful of waistband, took a step back from the buckles and hoisted the blonde like she was nothing but a bag of leaves, Macy tossed three quarters of the way across the squared circle courtesy a massive Release Vertical Suplex!
AVALANCHE SPLASH & RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Ihg43yUQs
A less dedicated wrestler would’ve taken her time in going for the cover, but Becky Clayton damned near sprinted after the Slappin’ Sensation so she could roll her into a Back Press mere heartbeats after she’d struck the canvas. Settled in with all her weight atop Renquist’s chest, Bex nodded in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Macy twisted over onto her stomach though she was still trapped beneath the World Champ when all was said and done. The Camouflage Crusher noted this shift and made the most of it by hammering the point of one elbow into the small of Renquist’s back almost half a dozen times before the blonde managed to squirm out from underneath. “Don’t know where you think you’re going.” Clayton caught hold of Macy’s ankles and tucked them beneath her armpits after she’d regained her footing. “Fight’s right here. And we’re not done yet.”
A glance overhead told the Slappin’ Sensation she was close to the ropes, just not close enough to scramble there before the big brunette rolled her over for a Boston Crab or Texas Cloverleaf. Knowing full well she couldn’t carry Clayton’s full weight for very long at all, Renquist sat up and hooked her left arm around Becky’s right leg to keep both ladies glued in place for the time-being. In the next breath she flattened her right hand into a paddle and went all in on the Peacekeeper’s tummy and left thigh with a series of Slaps that CRA-CRA-CRA-CRAAAAAACKED like gunshots in the cavernous confines of the FAWN Arena.
Teeth bared as she endured the blistering beatdown, Becky tried to pull her right leg out of the Lightweight’s grasp and when that didn’t work she planted her weight on that leg and pulled her left back out of--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNGGHHH!”
Denied her shot at Clayton’s leg, Renquist doubled down on the Destroyer’s midsection, Macy hitting the same spot time after time after time with a precision that was almost mecha-- the Beach Blaster pulled her right foot free of Bex’s grasp and pounded that heel into the pit of her stomach! Clayton grunted and hunched forward so Renquist pistoned a quick kick into her forehead, then abandoned the death-grip on Becky’s right leg to gouge both elbows into the canvas and scramble into the ropes as fast as she could. “BREAK!” Renquist shouted as soon as she’d hooked an arm around the rubber-coated steel. “Get off me, BeckOOOOOWWWWW!”
Clayton still had control of Macy’s left foot so she corralled that ankle in both hands and cranked the whole leg forward so she could stamp on the back of the Floridian’s thigh once, twice, three times! “Enjoy the break, honeybunch.” Bex spat after she tossed Renquist’s leg aside. “Maybe you can use it to work the kinks out of your leg.”
Macy made no response, instead she pulled herself under the bottom rope before fighting to one knee on the apron. That ache in the back of her thigh didn’t feel pleasant, but in truth Renquist was more concerned with her torso and neck after all of the Destroyer’s heavy shelling. Still, she wasn’t about to lay down and die, nor was she gonna let Clayton throw off uncontested trash talk when she had one arm pressed to the nasty red welt on her tummy. “My leg’s doing just fine, soldier.” Macy chided the brunette once she’d returned to verticality. “Definitely better than that doughy little belly of yours. Hey, how’d you ever make it all the way to the top with such a soft mid--”
Becky charged and went low, the Camouflage Crusher diving between the top and middle rope for a Spear that would’ve left Renquist folded in half on the floor if the blonde hadn’t spun aside and THWHONKED a Kneelift into the side of her foe’s skull! The bludgeoning blow left Clayton folded over the second rope, but she didn’t stay there for long because Macy laid claim to her arms and neatly threaded them over the top rope. Positioned off to Bex’s left, Renquist made a show of licking her right palm, then drew back and cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-CRAAAAAACKED! Clayton’s chest with a full baker’s dozen of the most gawdawful slaps to ever echo through the FAWN Arena. And that was just the first dozen, if anything Renquist’s pace grew even faster as she tried land another full fusillade before Nick Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Macy drew back with both hands raised to confirm the break but then she stepped in, snatched a double handful of hair and hopped up to THWHUNK a High Knee into her opponent’s temple!
Becky slumped like a marionette held by a disinterested puppeteer, meaning she offered nothing in the way of resistance when Renquist hooked the big brunette in a Front Facelock and dragged her out onto the apron. Pivoting so that she faced Clayton head on, the Beach Blaster slipped her free arm under the World Champ’s right bicep to secure a Single Underhook. “’Manda bet me ten bucks I couldn’t Suplex you.” Renquist huffed after she’d cast a quick glance over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to collect.”
On that mercenary note she dipped her knees and popped her hips, Macy taking her burden up, over and most importantly down, the lithesome blonde hurling herself from the narrow ledge to PLANT Clayton on those thin blue mats with an echoing THWHAP!
Breath exploding from her lungs when she hit the floor, Bex sat up with a wheezing groan and immediately got tagged with a Basement Dropkick that connected with the base of her skull! “Stay down, big girl.” Renquist demanded before she hopped onto the apron. “Take a second to catch your breath, because we’re just getting started.” Clayton was too woozy to hear the words themselves but she registered the swell of crowd noise when Macy whipped around and jogged to the far corner. Not that she stayed there long, indeed the Floridian swatted the top turnbuckle in both hands before she raced back the way she’d came, Macy sprinting headlong down the apron to guarantee a full head of steam when she leapt out into the void and BURIED an Astonishing Elbow Drop in the Destroyer’s sternum!
Clayton jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire, then turned onto her side only to groan in breathless indignation when Renquist pulled her onto her back. From there she collected Bex’s legs in a bundle and folded her in half with a Back Press, the Slappin’ Sensation looking to make a huge statement when she bellowed out, “ONE! TWO! THR--”
The Camouflage Crusher didn’t have to kick out, it wasn’t a Falls Count Anywhere match after all, yet she still bucked free with half a second to spare because she wasn’t about to give Renquist that satisfaction. “Think you’re gonna regret that when you don’t have the energy to fight off a real pin?” Macy asked as she scraped her fellow champ off the mat in stages.
“Wuuuhhh…will I ever regret disappointing you, honeybunch?” Clayton groaned. “Nah, I don’t think OOFFHH!”
Renquist helped herself to a Wristlock and yanked Bex into a Kneelift that caught her just above the navel! Oxygen deprivation ensured the Destroyer was much more docile, indeed she didn’t even try to reverse the Irish Whip when Macy slung her at the steel steps. The Howling Commandos urged their heroine to clear the hurdle in a single bound, unfortunately they were doomed for disappointment and ultimately concern because she barely had time to spin ‘round in a half circle before she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the steps!
Observing from a safe distance, Macy took a step backward, realized Castle was at ‘TWELVE’ on the count and slid under the bottom rope long enough to set things back at ‘ONE’. This didn’t endear her to the Senior Official, but Renquist barely paid him notice as she returned to the floor. Hitting the floor in a flat out run, the Beach Blaster hopped, raised both knees to hip level and DROVE those joints into Clayton’s chest with a Meteora that hit hard enough to knock the top half of the steps off their base!
Eyes glassy and unseeing following that concussive crush, Becky slopped over onto one side and probably would’ve stayed there for most of Castle’s twenty count if Renquist hadn’t hooked on at trunks & tresses and muscled her to boot-leather with a few effortful grunts. Snuggling in behind the champ so she could smudge her against the apron, Macy traded in the hair-hold for a Half Nelson to make it a tiny bit easier to get Clayton under the bottom rope. “Guuuhhh… get your big ass back in there.” the blonde groaned after one last shove forced the One Woman Army through a slow motion barrel roll.
Renquist slid halfway in, then withdrew in favor of climbing onto the apron. Lightweight standard bearer or not, Macy wasn’t known as your traditional highflier, so there were some interested murmurs when she sprang from the apron to the high rent district in a single bound. Standing tall over the fallen Peacekeeper, Renquist took a moment to catch her breath as she peeled the elbow pad from her right arm. Then she tossed it away and took to the skies, Macy crunching in on herself for a toe-touch at the apex only to stretch out full length an instant prior to DRIVING the bony dagger of her elbow into Becky’s tenderized chest.
ASTONISHING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
The Astonishing Elbow shot Clayton’s legs straight up and Macy hooked ‘em both as hard as she could because this time the pin did count, as evidenced by the urgency from Castle and the FAWNatics as the counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky tore loose and tumbled onto her stomach to keep Renquist from trying another--“HHHUUUUURRK!” In guarding against a cover Clayton gave up her back and paid dearly when Macy climbed aboard and trapped her left arm in a Half Nelson. In the next instant she hooked her right arm around the Camouflage Crusher’s neck and craaaaaaaanked back on the Katahajame!
KATAHAJIME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I96O5Xnntg
“SUBMIT!” Renquist demanded of the World Champion. “SUBMIT, BECKY!” The Beach Blaster had both feet planted, thus adding a Camel Clutch element to the breath-stealing chokehold.
“What do you say, Bex, need me to call it? C’mon, tell me something!” Nick was down on one knee in front of the action, the Senior Official clearly concerned by the ugly red flush in Clayton’s features.
Braced awkwardly on her right elbow, Becky waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ and rasped out an ‘I’m fine’ that did nothing to allay Castle’s concern.
It did however seem to irritate Macy, who bounced her butt into the hollow of the taller woman’s back before redoubling her efforts. “You’re not fine, tuff girl. You’re about to TAP WHOOAAH!”
The torque was agonizing, yet it also allowed Becky to slide a leg forward and effectively reach one knee. Renquist’s grip didn’t slacken in the slightest though, in fact she made Clayton pay for the improved position by driving her right knee into the World Champion’s back no less than half a dozen ti-- Bex reached back with her right hand, snatched hold of Macy’s hair and tugged hard enough to wrench her head to one side.
Teeth bared at this unexpected hurt, Macy reefed the hold from side to side and grunted, “Leggo of my goddamned hair, ClaSHYT!” The Camouflage Crusher pulled Macy’s head down as she powered to verticality, then let go when the lithesome blonde slipped a crushing Scissors around her waist. “Go on, try it.” Renquist growled as she tried to bisect Clayton with her thighs. “I know what you’re thinking tuff girl, so let’s just see if you can do it before I--”
Becky looped her arm behind Macy’s head and drew her so close the Beach Blaster’s chin gouged into her left shoulder. Just like that she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHUNK Renquist’s jaw with a Backpack Stunner that blew the Katahajame all to hell and gone! Credit the wherewithal of the FAWN World Champion, she slipped her right arm under the blonde’s right thigh and leaaaaaned backward onto Renquist in an odd but effective cover that earned her…
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5EiejCM6Is
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--“FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Macy locked her legs around Clayton’s waist and twisted onto her right hip to break the cover and secure a snug Bodyscissors in one stroke! No talk from the Slappin’ Sensation now, she just bore down on the Scissors and began crac-crac-CRAAACKING away with open palmed Slaps to the side of Becky’s head! Forced to cover up to endure the worst of this barrage, the Peacekeeper abruptly rolled onto all fours with Macy still astride her back. Doing so exposed her head to more punishment and Renquist took full advantage by clamping down on the brunette’s left shoulder to keep her steady for even more Slaps to the right-- “DAMMIT!”
Renquist traded in her strikes for a snug Sleeper when Becky clambered to verticality. “Right back where we started, cutie.” Macy’s left hand cupped the back of Clayton’s skull, her right hand gripped her left bicep to put even more pressure on her foe’s straining neck. “If I can’t slap you out I’ll just have to put you to WHOOOAAAH!”
Bex wrapped her arms around the Lightweight Champ’s legs, ‘hupped’ her up a little higher, then took off hell-bent for leather toward the far corner. Grimly aware that there was no pleasant outcome for her in all this, the Beach Blaster squeezed even harder in the hopes of slowing the Destroyer down even a little bit before--BWUUUNG! Clayton whipped around and threw their combined weight into the corner with every bit of strength she could muster!
Macy’s Scissors popped open on impact, but the Sleeper remained in place albeit as a shadow of its former self. Still on her feet thanks to a combination of providence and the turnbuckles, Becky Clayton took a few seconds to grrrrrrrrriiind the groaning Lightweight against the roughly-padded steel before she lurched toward the center with Renquist smeared down her back. “C’mere squirt, I wanna show you something.” the One Woman Army yanked Renquist’s arm away from her throat, then used that clamp to pull the blonde up onto her right shoulder. With that arm looped across Macy’s lower back, Clayton cupped the back of her prey’s head in her left hand to make sure she couldn’t wriggle clear when the World Champ went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just RAMMING that posted joint in Renquist’s left shoulder!
SHOULDERBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TW7ZfrvAQyM
Macy wailed and shuddered from end to end, but didn’t free herself from Becky’s grasp which was most unfortunate considering what the brunette did next. Rising to her full height, Clayton rushed to the nearest corner and bwuuuuunged Renquist into the buckles, then whipped around and stormed back to the center where she THWHAMMED the blonde to the deck courtesy an Oklahoma Stampede! Becky bounced up onto her haunches only to throw herself across Renquist’s chest and hook the far leg in a cradle good for the…
OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k82bOPqqE98
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy shot a shoulder into the air, so Clayton snatched that wrist and used it to haul the faltering Floridian to her feet. Once there Bex picked her up and put her right back down with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam that sent a shiver through the canvas-covered plywood. Lifting an arm to encourage even more noise from the Howling Commandos, Clayton trudged to the far corner, then slipped out onto the apron to make her way to the top rope. “You got a pretty good Elbow Drop, honeybunch.” Becky muttered to the vulnerable blonde. “But let’s see how you handle the MOAS.”
No response from Macy so the brunette straightened up and offered a crisp salute to her supporters before leaping out into the lights for a Diving Splash that brought every bit of her hundred and forty-odd pounds THAWHAMMING down atop the Lightweight Champion! Becky caught the far leg when it popped up, the Camouflage Crusher forcing Renquist’s knee up to her chin as Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy twitched a shoulder off the mat so late the ref had to throw a warning at the Timekeeper to ensure he didn’t sound the bell in error.
Finally allowing herself a moment to breathe, Bex set her hands on her thighs and huffed, “Still hanging in there, little girl?”
“Fuuhhh….fuhhh…f*cking right.” Renquist answered through clenched teeth. “Ten bucks says my cardio’s better than yours, dog face.”
“Oh, you’re ON.”
Clayton cupped Macy’s ears in both hands and got to her feet, forcing the Slappin’ Sensation to do the same. A Broadside Kneelift to the smaller wrestler’s midsection gave Becky a lead in the cardio challenge, though the head start didn’t seem to bother Renquist in the slightest, as she looked fleet as ever when the brunette caught a wrist and sent her to the strands with an Irish Whip. The BFG made no move to follow, rather she set up camp at mid-ring and didn’t move until the Renquisitor was almost upon her. Then she reached out and caught Macy around the throat while her other hand went to the inside of the blonde’s thigh. Just like that she dipped her knees and muscled Renquist high into the rafters with a perfect Military Press! She’d managed a similar feat against Dayna Erza last month, but the Executrix had worked over one knee with a Calf Crusher, thus ensuring the champ couldn’t take any time to show off her prize for those assembled. That wasn’t a problem tonight, indeed Clayton was all smiles as she pumped off a couple reps for each side of the arena. Finishing up with the hard camera, Bex powered through three more reps before she launched her rival into the sky and took a giant step forward to ensure Macy THWHUMPED down on a stretch of empty canvas!
The thrum of body on mat told Becky that Renquist hadn’t managed any sort of acrobatic magic so she ran the ropes, came back and skipped over the prone battler en route to the other side of the squared circle. A second skip meant a third trip to the ropes and even more momentum when the Camouflage Crusher sprang into the air and bore down on Macy, the World Champ’s second Splash in as many minutes landing directly across the small of her opponent’s back! Renquist thrashed like a fish out of water, but didn’t get off her stomach until Clayton shot a Half Nelson and rolled her over. This was followed by another heavy cover, the brunette just forcing the Beach Blaster to carry all of her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Get off me!” Macy grunted after she’d slipped the pin with maybe half a second to spare.
“What’s wrong, don’t like it close and clinchy?” Clayton chided in the midst of mussing Renquist‘s hair and pressing her palms to the blonde‘s cheeks. “Don’t like my hands in your face? Do something about it, shriNGH!”
Macy flicked a hand through the brunette’s arms to clap a single hard slap offa her mouth. “I said get your goddamned hands offa HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Bex clouted Renquist across the chest with a heavy Forearm Smash, followed it up with a slap of her own. “And I told you to f*cking do something about it.” Damned if Macy didn’t draw back for another slap, but Clayton swatted it aside and rose to her full height to get out of range. “Looks like you’re gonna sit there sucking wind.” the World Champ noted. “So much for that cardio, let’s check your pain tolerance.”
Macy didn’t much care for the sound of that, unfortunately she wasn’t in any position to stop the Peacekeeper from claiming her feet and tucking them under her armpits. Hands locked to create an unbreakable loop, Clayton lifted Renquist up and started to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster through half a dozen rotations. She’d just reached the point when the crowd started to count along when she ground to a halt and flipped Renquist onto her stomach. Becky stepped over immediately thereafter and sat down full force, the FAWN World Champion driving the medicine ball curve of her backside into Macy’s upturned glutes.
“AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAHD!” Macy buried both hands in her hair and pulled hard in desperate attempt to spread out the torturous strain of the Boston Crab.
“Ask her!” Clayton told Castle. “Sounds like honeybunch has had enough!”
“NO!” Renquist shouted without any prompting from the referee. “NO, I DON’T F*CKING SUBMITEEEERRRRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky lifted up and slid backward, moving her seat to the center of the Slappin’ Sensation’s spine. “You don’t have a goddamned choice, Macy!” the brunette countered. “You’re not going anywhere until you slap that mat!”
Renquist snarled, braced her hands flat and puuuuuuuuuushed her way off the canvas only to collapse after less than six inches of progress. “Then it sounds like we’re gonna be here for a while, tuff girl.” she hissed. “Because you’re gonna have to do a helluva lot better than this!”
Bex tightened her grip, rose up a little bit, then dropped down, the Destroyer using her rump like a bludgeon. “Is that so? Sounds like big talk from a little bytch to me! You’ll pass out from the pain LONG before you reach those ro--NO YOU DON’T!”
Lower back trauma be damned, the Beach Blaster rose up a second time and dragged their combined weight another foot and half before a butt bomb from Clayton drove her chest-first into the mat. “GIVE UP, MACY!” Becky barked. “THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO, DON’T HURT YOURS--”
Macy braced her elbows and dragged them another several inches. She was still a few feet from freedom but reaching one arm reduced the distance to perhaps a single hard lunge. “Luuuhh…like I said,” Renquist groaned to the One Woman Army, “you’re gonna have to do better than OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Clayton slid her perch north one more time, the big brunette settling into a seat on top of the Lightweight Champion’s head. “It’s over, Macy.” Becky muttered. “Just tap out and this can all be ov--” Renquist couldn’t push up but she could slide out and that’s just what she did, albeit at the cost of some pretty gnarly mat burn on her face, chest and tummy. Almost sobbing with relief as she escaped the hellacious Crab, Macy didn’t get very long to enjoy her newfound freedom because Becky pivoted at a sharp angle, then laid out on her back to hurl her lissome adversary at the nearest corner with a face-breaking SlingshoNO!
Macy landed on the second rope, twisted around and collapsed into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “C’mon dog face.” she beckoned the incredulous veteran forward. “Get your big ass over here, we’re not done y--” Clayton rushed the corner with a Big Boot that would’ve caught her blonde flush in the sternum if Renquist hadn’t shifted to one side at the last possible second!
Becky cried out in surprised hurt as her right leg got draped over the top rope, though that was soon forgotten when Macy snatched a handful of hair and wrenched her head back for an ungodly barrage of Bytch Slaps, Renquist seemingly in danger of throwing out her shoulder with all the power she put behind those shots that just CRAAAAAAAACKED offa Becky’s face!
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics, Castle eventually moved in to enforce the break but ultimately didn’t have to because Clayton got both hands against the blonde’s tummy and shoved hard enough to get her trapped leg off the top rope. As slap shocked as anyone that’d ever battled the Beach Blaster, Becky collapsed to one knee, fought to verticality, then doubled over, the weakened Destroyer grabbing at the second strand to keep from toppling ov-- Macy hopped from the corner to land with her legs on each side of Clayton’s noggin. Hooking a Waistlock in the same instant, Macy sprang up ‘n ovNOOOO!
Becky was wrenched upright by the Creature from the Blue Lagoon but when she should’ve been torn from her moorings the Camouflage Crusher dipped low and crunched forward to leave the blonde draped down her back like the world’s most unwilling ca-- The “NNNNNNGGGHHH!” from Renquist was followed by a groan of sympathetic anguish from the FAWNatics when the Peacekeeper straightened up just to snap forward, Becky practically doubling over to BWUUUUUUNG Macy against the buckles with an Alabama Slam!
TURNBUCKLE ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ui8ZNbI3tOU
Renquist bounced out with whiplash speed to land on her hands and knees with her forehead pressed to the canvas. She’d yet to comprehend the severity of her situation when Clayton grabbed a double handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. After that she applied a Waistlock and unlike Macy’s, there was no slipping free when Bex flipped her up onto her should--BWUUUUUUUUUUNG! Another awful groan from the capacity crowd as Clayton continued to test the structural integrity of the squared circle by Powerbombing Renquist against the roughly-padded steel!
BUCKLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4suK1OkgiCw
Blasted onto a beach somewhere in the middle of last week, Macy slopped forward and would’ve sprawled out flat on her face if the BFG hadn’t hooked an arm around her waist. Walking the blonde’s deadweight out to the middle of the ring, Becky doubled her over, then sidled in on the left and grabbed that wrist so she could thread it through the Lightweight Champion’s rubbery stems. Once that was done she transferred custody of that wrist to her right hand, thus allowing her to lean over Macy’s back and hook her left arm under Renquist’s right bicep. Flipping Macy onto her shoulder with a Pumphandle that looked far too effortless for more than twenty minutes into a grueling match, Clayton rose up on her left foot, then laid out on her right side to THAWHAM the back of Renquist’s head and shoulders into the mat with a vicious application of Alpha Charlie!
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
The Slappin’ Sensation slopped over onto her side, got tugged to her back when Becky caught hold at hip and shoulder. Soon as those shoulders were down she looped her arms around the blonde’s upper thighs and folded her in half with a Back Press that looked like she was holding on for dear life through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bex let loose and collapsed onto her back, one hand seeking out her slap-numbed jaw while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, the FAWN World Champion, BECKY CLAYTON!” That earned a raucous cheer from the Howling Commandos, but the champ didn’t have the energy to sit up just then, so she raised and held it there until exhaustion brought it back to the canvas.
With the main event in the books, Nick Castle slid out of the ring and went to retrieve the pair of title belts at the announcer’s table, Becky retaining the World Championship with a victory and Macy holding onto the Lightweight title despite defeat. Just as the official laid hands on those twenty pounds of leather and gold, however, an effeminate figure wearing a Shea London cardboard cutout mask along with high-waisted sweatpants and a baggy Do You Want to Get Rocked? merch-shirt leapt over the barricade. Wasting no time, the Sensational Imposter snatched up the other ends of the gilded straps in her hands, leading to a brief tug of war with the head referee.
“What the...?!” Castle yelped in surprise as he struggled to wrest control from the interloper. “Fans aren’t allowed over the barrier! Let go and get outta here before I call sec --”
“I am no fan, Nicholas Castle. As you can see from my sagging jowls and my postmenopausal fashion choices, I am Shea London!” the pretender said in heavily accented English that was nothing like the real Shea’s infamous Cockney drawl. “These cummerbunds were once mine and I am here to reclaim my property!”
Upon hearing the would-be thief’s peculiar elocution, the pieces began to fall into place for Nick.
“Wait a minute…” Castle huffed as continued to yank and pull on the pair of straps. “I know that voice! You’re not a fan, you’re --”
“Look behind you, Nicholas Castle!” the mystery woman suddenly shouted. “A diversion!”
FAWN’s most tenured official would not be taken by such a bald-faced attempt at distraction, but it didn’t matter anyway. The London imposter abruptly let go of one belt, and the disruption of equilibrium threw Nick off balance. As he stumbled for footing, the imposter took advantage by gripping the other belt with both hands and pulled Castle towards her with a hard jerk. In one smooth motion, she grabbed the referee’s arm and pivoted on her heels to send the man crashing through the announcer’s table with a textbook perfect Shoulder Toss.
With the head official splattered among a debris field of splinters, the fake Shea London picked up both belts and hopped over the barricade to make an escape through the audience, though she didn’t get more than a step before Becky Clayton caught a second wind and came storming after her.
“Where do you think you’re going with those?!” Becky bellowed as she rolled to the floor. “Get your ass back here!”
The thief paid Clayton no mind and continued onwards, but her progress was greatly slowed by the dense crowd in every direction and the Camouflage Destroyer was closing in. Just as Becky was climbing over the barricade, however, the fake Shea suddenly wheeled about and tossed one of her purloined prizes at her pursuer like bolas. The heavy belt wrapped itself around Clayton’s shins, tripping her up and causing her to fall face-first to the ground with a loud grunt while the bandit slipped further into the crowd with the remaining championship strap still in tow. By the time Becky had disentangled herself from what she now saw was her World Championship belt, the burglar -- and the Lightweight belt -- were nowhere to be seen.
“DAMN IT!” she roared as she pounded her fist into the ground, frustrated that she had let the charlatan escape with stolen valor.
Meanwhile in the ring, Macy Renquist had just managed to climb to her feet with the help of the corner turnbuckles. Having missed the fracas entirely, all she saw was the groaning and semiconscious form of Nick Castle lying in the wreckage of what used to be the announcer’s table in front of a gobsmacked Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman, while her erstwhile opponent was standing out in the audience looking for something or someone, World Championship belt dangling loosely from one hand. Nowhere in sight, however, was the Lightweight Title belt that had been hers and hers alone for the better part of a year.
“What the HELL just happened?” Macy quietly muttered with a shake of her head, echoing the thoughts of everyone in the building as the show went off the air.
MESS AROUND:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJlFKmfZGL4
MACY RENQUIST:
The sold out grew loud enough to rattle the walls, their collective decibels evenly split between cheers or bellowing the ‘UH-OH’s!’ that marked the opening to Cage the Elephant’s ‘Mess Around’. Macy herself showed up a few seconds later, the svelte stunner blowing through the curtain atop the stage with both hands stuffed into the pockets of her pink & white varsity jacket that was already open to display the gold she’d been defending for the majority of this year. Having put an indelible stamp (slap?) on the Lightweight Division during 2020, the Beach Blaster looked to start the New Year on high note against the very best FAWN hard to offer. Practically thrumming with anticipation for the battle ahead, Renquist took a moment to buff that golden faceplate with her forearm before she started down the ramp.
Any pressure she might’ve felt heading into this conflict with the BFG was either well camouflaged or flat out non-existent, as Renquist moved back ‘n forth across the aisle to slap all the hands extended in her direction looking like she didn’t have a worry in the world. This carefree attitude remained on full display when she hopped onto the apron and quickly dipped through the ropes. Taking her place at the center of the squared circle, the Slappin’ Sensation’s smile grew that much wider once she doffed her jacket to reveal a strappy white two piece with pink trim and matching accents. Her knee and elbow pads were an identical black, while the ankle wraps she wore in place of boots were matte pink, an homage to her Astonishing trainer.
Revealed to be almost solid muscle and sinew once shod of her varsity jacket, Macy undid the belt one handed, hoisted it high and spun in a circle to make sure those assembled got the best possible view. She ended her turn facing the hard camera and held its gaze for several long seconds before she handed the belt off to Nick Castle and headed to the far corner for a few last second stretches.
Castle was in the midst of inspecting Macy’s knees and elbows when the Announcer resumed his duties. “And introducing their opponent! Hailing from Denver, Colorado she stands at five feet eight inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and forty-three pounds. They call her the Peacekeeper, the BFG and the Camouflage Crusher! She is the reigning and defending FAWN World Champion, this is BECKY CLAYTON!”
‘White Flag’ grumbled through the speakers, meaning the FAWNatics had no reason to return to their seats just yet.
WHITE FLAG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWzZeA2GMsk
Take a hit, shoot me down, shoot me down
I won't ever hit the ground, hit the ground
Playing dead, I'll never do
Gotta keep an eye on you
Patience is wearing thin, paper thin
Promises broke again, what a sin
But it only feeds my energy
So don't expect no sympathy
Smoke, fire, it's all going up
Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood?
Smoke, fire, flares are going up, flares are going up!
BECKY CLAYTON:
The chorus started in time with Clayton’s arrival, the hardbody battler marching through the curtains to claim the spotlight at the center of the stage with FAWN’s biggest prize strapped tight around her waist. Saluting her Howling Commandos with a double bicep flex that wasn’t so much tickets to the gun show as it was a display of overwhelming firepower, the Peacekeeper reached behind her back one-handed, undid the snaps and raised it to the rafters. “This says I’m the best in the world. And it’s going to take more than a few slaps to convince me otherwise.”
Statement made Clayton slung the strap over her right shoulder and headed for the squared circle. For tonight’s contest of champions she wore her traditional green & brown camouflage two-piece with tie-sided bottoms and an impossible to ignore ladder / double helix of lycra that ran from the top of her waistband all the way to the southern border of her low-cut sports bra. The gear was completed with dark green pads, black boots and few wraps of matte black wrist-tape.
Extending her arms to press the flesh with folks on both sides of the aisle, Clayton made a sharp right when she reached the base of the ramp just to repeat the process for everyone at ringside. With the troops properly rallied Becky stomped up the steel steps and leapt over the top rope in one effortless burst of kinetic energy. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, she spun toward the hard camera, then raised the title with one hand and snapped off that trademark salute with the other.
Clayton turned to Renquist and svelte blonde answered with a wide smile and sly wink. Becky smirked, countered with a wink of her own, then handed the belt off to Castle before heading to the opposite corner.
CLANG!
Macy was out of the buckles with the bell, FAWN’s current Lightweight standard bearer heading straight for the Destroyer class World Champion. Becky answered with similar urgency in making her way to the middle of the ring, the Peacekeeper clearly not taking her adversary lightly despite the fact that there was nothing more than professional pride on the line. Slowing as she drew to within reach of the taller wrestler, Renquist extended a hand and said, “Don’t usually offer these before a match, but I wanted to say thank you before the slaps start flying.”
Bex arched an eyebrow as she took the Beach Blaster’s hand in her own. “You’re more than welcome, Macy. I just wonder if you’ll be so grateful when you’re dealing with the really heavy ordinance.
Renquist squeezed Clayton’s hand a little bit harder than necessary before she broke away. “Haven’t you heard, tuff girl? I AM the heavy ordinance.”
Becky snorted, raised her hands and beckoned the blonde in as they started to circle. “Come on then, honeybunch. Show me those heavy ha--”
THWHAP!
Macy did indeed step in, but rather than lash at her foe’s biceps or face, she laid a quick Leg Kick against Clayton’s left thigh! The Camouflage Crusher grimaced, raised her left leg to defend against a second kick and took a shot to her right thigh instead. Two was enough for Becky, she pounced on Renquist and would’ve overwhelmed her in a Collar & Elbow if Macy hadn’t twisted ‘round behind her in a deft little spin. CRA-CRAAACK!
“OW DAMMIT!” Macy drew back and lashed the big brunette between the shoulders with a Two-Handed Slap that put Clayton up on her tiptoes until she turned ar--CRAAACK! Renquist greeted her with an Overhand Double Slap that caught Bex flush on the chest!
Becky stumbled back a step, caught her balance and earned an impressed ‘oooooohhhh!’ from the crowd when she caught the blonde’s left wrist before the next Slap could find her face. “Gotcha now, honeybuNNNGGHH!”
Macy hopped, set her right foot on Clayton’s left thigh and pumped her left knee up into the World Champion’s forehead! Such a step-up Knee Strike would’ve floored anyone in the sub-125 division, but Becky only lurched like she’d stepped in a fencepost hole. Seizing control of the brunette’s left wrist when she saw Clayton’s legs go wobbly, Macy whipped Bex around in a circle, then wrenched that shoulder with an Arm Ringer and leapt up to THWHACK a Pele Kick into Becky’s forehead!
ARM WRENCH PELE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uxaegyq2wfs
Clayton hit the deck in a heap and Macy covered her at once, the Slappin’ Sensation snugging the far leg as tight as she could to keep Bex down for the…
ONE…
Becky shoved Renquist away and sat up, the brunette clearly rattled but far from fin--“EEERRRGGHHH!” Macy cupped Becky’s chin in both hands and DROVE a knee between her shoulders to put some real emphasis on the Chinlock. “Swarming you, babe.” Renquist put her chin to Clayton’s forehead and gouged that vulnerable expanse to emphasize the point. “Better stop me before you’re overwhelmed, if you--”
Becky grabbed the Lightweight Champ’s hands in her right and squeezed hard enough to make Macy’s breath catch in her throat. “This is just a skirmish, honeybunch.” she grunted. “You’re gonna need to bring a real war if you want to overwhelm HHRRRGGGGHH!”
Macy gave up on the Chinlock so she could seize Becky’s grippin’ hand in her left hand and pull it tight across her neck, Cutthroat-style. Confident she couldn’t keep the brunette grounded without some much stronger efforts, the Leader of the Renquistition flattened her right hand into a paddle and SLAPPED Becky’s right ear once, twice, three times! Clayton shouted in surprised hurt, reached back with her left hand and found things growing all the more dire once Macy caught that wrist and converted the Cutthroat to a Straightjacket. Knee still grinding into the big brunette’s back, Macy tugged those crossed arms an inch or two higher and poured on enough pressure to earn a low groan from the seated powerhouse.
“Ask her.” Renquist said to Nick Castle when the Senior Official closed to within a few steps of the action.
“The answer’s no, Nick” Becky grunted with no additional prompting. “We’re still feeling each other out, far as I’m concenRRRGGGHHH!”
Macy scrambled to her feet, went up on tiptoe and immediately dropped to one knee, just THUMPING the bony joint into her opponent’s spine. The Straightjacket rode a little higher now, it covered Clayton’s mouth and threatened to overtake her nose with each new tug. “Don’t you underestimate me, Becky. Don’t you dare. Vegas odds be damned, I’m going to hang an ‘L’ around your ne--”
The Peacekeeper couldn’t free herself from the Straightjacket so she sought to rearrange her position therein by rocking from left to right, left to right. Renquist knew what Clayton had on her mind and did her best to stop it by yoking up on the Straightjacket until Becky’s forearms were grinding against her nose. But in the end that twenty-six pound weight difference was too much for her to counteract and the Howling Commandos let out a cheer when their leader rolled to one knee. Macy stood up behind Clayton, shifted all her weight to one foot and drove her knee into the nape of the brunette’s neck. “You’re taking a lot of punishment early, baby.” Renquist huffed after administering three more quick knees. “Gonna come back to haunt you the longer this goes heyWHOAHNNNNNHH!”
Becky clambered to full verticality and like the blonde before her, went up on tiptoe only to go down on one knee while simultaneously yanking Macy over her right shoulder! The result was a sort of improvised Snapmare that ‘thumped’ Renquist onto her butt directly in front of the rasping Destroyer. Without so much as a thought, Becky palmed the top of Renquist’s head in one hand, then reared back and THWHACKED a heavy Soccer Kick into the curve of her back!
Macy groaned through clenched teeth but made no move to rise, so Clayton loped into the ropes facing the penitent blonde and raced back twice as fast to fire a Big Boot from the basement straight into Renquist’s fa--NO! Macy threw herself backward to avoid the strike, pulled her knees up to her chest and kipped to verticality as neat as you please! Sprinting at the strands that Becky just occupied, the Lightweight Champion leapt onto the middle rope and launched herself backward, Macy spiraling around in midair to unleash a huge Springboard Bytch Slap on--“HHHRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!”
Bex stepped in close and cinched her arms around Renquist’s waist to draw her into a nauseating Bear Hug! Under most circumstances Clayton would’ve increased the pressure of this hold gradually, tonight however it was full force from the very beginning, the Camouflage Crusher bouncing and jouncing in place while occasionally pausing to whip her foe from side to side like a terrier shaking a rat.
“What do you say, Macy?” Nick asked the thrashing blonde. “Need me to call it?”
“NO!” Renquist barked at once. “Don’t even think about it, Castle! I’m not going anyHHUUURRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky boosted the blonde a little higher and squeezed that much tighter. “Sure about that, honeybunch? You’re sounding a little breathleNGH! NGH! NGH!”
There was no way Renquist could power free of the Hug, so she thrust her left hand under the World Champion’s chin and forced her head back enough for the Slappin’ Sensation to plaster Becky’s cheek with at least half a dozen Bytch Slaps! “Don’t worry about me, sweetness!” Macy growled. “My ribs are gonna last a helluva lot longer than your faWHOOAAARRRGGGHH!”
In no mood to endure more of those wicked slaps, Clayton dipped her knees, then popped her hips to toss the blonde up, over and down with a Belly to Belly Suplex that saw Clayton never leave her feet! Nodding to the crowd when they roared for this show of strength, the Camouflage Crusher turned around and dropped to a knee behind Renquist as the blonde was struggling to a se--“RRRRRGGGGHHH!”
Becky slipped her arms beneath Renquist’s biceps, locked her hands across the nape of her foe’s neck and CRANKED down on the Full Nelson while simultaneously rising to boot-leather. “You’re even faster than I expected.” Clayton admitted as she wrenched the simple submission back and forth. “Which means I’ll have to slow you down right now.”
Chin pressed to her own breastbone by the pressure of the Nelson, Macy hissed, “Guuuhhhh… good luck with thaWHOOAAAAANNNNGGGHHH!”
Bex dipped down, then shot up on tiptoe to tear the Lightweight Champion free from her moorings. Halving her grip at the apex, Clayton stepped to one side and simply THAWHAMMED Renquist down on the back of her head and shoulders with a thunderous Full Nelson Slam.
FULL NELSON SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxj5ptt0gqY
Macy’s legs shot straight into the air like she might tumble onto her stomach, so Becky caught her by the ankles and tossed those limbs down to ensure she remained flat on her back. Once that was decided Clayton threw herself into the ropes and sprinted back the way she’d came just to skip over Macy en route to the opposite side. Two more full passes ensured an appropriately ludicrous speed when the Peacekeeper took to the sky and stretched out full length to bring every bit of her hundred and forty-plus pounds crashing down atop Renquist’s midriff in a Splash! The blonde’s legs came up again and now Clayton hooked the far one in a tight Cradle to keep her adversary down for the…
ONE…
TWO…
Becky’s ‘NGH!’ was followed by the crowd’s ‘OOOHHH!’ when the Beach Blaster brushed a rough Slap across Clayton’s mouth. “You’re committed to the slaps, I’ll give you that much.” Becky muttered as she pulled Macy to a seat with a handful of hair. “Now let me show you what it’ll get ya.” Her right hand flicked out viper-quick, the big brunette giving Renquist a scintillating taste of her own medicine via a single quick Bytch Slap! “See?” Clayton said of the palm-shaped welt rising on her foe’s cheek. “Not as much fun on that side, is it, honeybunNNNHHHH!”
Genuine astonishment from the FAWNatics as Renquist tagged Becky with an answering Bytch Slap! “Why are you holding back on those slaps, cutie?” Macy struggled to get to her feet, a task made more difficult because Clayton hadn’t relinquished the hair-hold. “You think if you come at me with weak shyt I’ll return the favor? I don’t think so, soldier. Next time I slap you it’ll be full strOOOFFFFFFHHH!”
Bex stood up with the Floridian and promptly stepped in with a Kneelift that skewered the pit of Macy’s stomach. Switching over to a Wristlock before Castle could voice any objections, Clayton sent the Lightweight reeling with a Shoulderblock, then dropped a hip and didn’t so much sling as she did hurl Renquist into the far corner. Macy managed to turn around a heartbeat before impact, but that was about the only silver lining as she was immediately crushed beneath the treads (or in this case the abs) of the One Woman Army as Becky crushed her against the buckles with an Avalanche Splash!
Renquist’s legs gave out and she would’ve plopped to her rump if she didn’t have both arms draped over the top rope. Alas, even that proved meager defense when Clayton drew her into a Front Facelock and slung the near (left) arm over her shoulders. Then she caught a handful of waistband, took a step back from the buckles and hoisted the blonde like she was nothing but a bag of leaves, Macy tossed three quarters of the way across the squared circle courtesy a massive Release Vertical Suplex!
AVALANCHE SPLASH & RELEASE VERTICAL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5Ihg43yUQs
A less dedicated wrestler would’ve taken her time in going for the cover, but Becky Clayton damned near sprinted after the Slappin’ Sensation so she could roll her into a Back Press mere heartbeats after she’d struck the canvas. Settled in with all her weight atop Renquist’s chest, Bex nodded in time with the count of…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOO!
Macy twisted over onto her stomach though she was still trapped beneath the World Champ when all was said and done. The Camouflage Crusher noted this shift and made the most of it by hammering the point of one elbow into the small of Renquist’s back almost half a dozen times before the blonde managed to squirm out from underneath. “Don’t know where you think you’re going.” Clayton caught hold of Macy’s ankles and tucked them beneath her armpits after she’d regained her footing. “Fight’s right here. And we’re not done yet.”
A glance overhead told the Slappin’ Sensation she was close to the ropes, just not close enough to scramble there before the big brunette rolled her over for a Boston Crab or Texas Cloverleaf. Knowing full well she couldn’t carry Clayton’s full weight for very long at all, Renquist sat up and hooked her left arm around Becky’s right leg to keep both ladies glued in place for the time-being. In the next breath she flattened her right hand into a paddle and went all in on the Peacekeeper’s tummy and left thigh with a series of Slaps that CRA-CRA-CRA-CRAAAAAACKED like gunshots in the cavernous confines of the FAWN Arena.
Teeth bared as she endured the blistering beatdown, Becky tried to pull her right leg out of the Lightweight’s grasp and when that didn’t work she planted her weight on that leg and pulled her left back out of--“NGH! NGH! NGH! NNGGHHH!”
Denied her shot at Clayton’s leg, Renquist doubled down on the Destroyer’s midsection, Macy hitting the same spot time after time after time with a precision that was almost mecha-- the Beach Blaster pulled her right foot free of Bex’s grasp and pounded that heel into the pit of her stomach! Clayton grunted and hunched forward so Renquist pistoned a quick kick into her forehead, then abandoned the death-grip on Becky’s right leg to gouge both elbows into the canvas and scramble into the ropes as fast as she could. “BREAK!” Renquist shouted as soon as she’d hooked an arm around the rubber-coated steel. “Get off me, BeckOOOOOWWWWW!”
Clayton still had control of Macy’s left foot so she corralled that ankle in both hands and cranked the whole leg forward so she could stamp on the back of the Floridian’s thigh once, twice, three times! “Enjoy the break, honeybunch.” Bex spat after she tossed Renquist’s leg aside. “Maybe you can use it to work the kinks out of your leg.”
Macy made no response, instead she pulled herself under the bottom rope before fighting to one knee on the apron. That ache in the back of her thigh didn’t feel pleasant, but in truth Renquist was more concerned with her torso and neck after all of the Destroyer’s heavy shelling. Still, she wasn’t about to lay down and die, nor was she gonna let Clayton throw off uncontested trash talk when she had one arm pressed to the nasty red welt on her tummy. “My leg’s doing just fine, soldier.” Macy chided the brunette once she’d returned to verticality. “Definitely better than that doughy little belly of yours. Hey, how’d you ever make it all the way to the top with such a soft mid--”
Becky charged and went low, the Camouflage Crusher diving between the top and middle rope for a Spear that would’ve left Renquist folded in half on the floor if the blonde hadn’t spun aside and THWHONKED a Kneelift into the side of her foe’s skull! The bludgeoning blow left Clayton folded over the second rope, but she didn’t stay there for long because Macy laid claim to her arms and neatly threaded them over the top rope. Positioned off to Bex’s left, Renquist made a show of licking her right palm, then drew back and cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-CRAAAAAACKED! Clayton’s chest with a full baker’s dozen of the most gawdawful slaps to ever echo through the FAWN Arena. And that was just the first dozen, if anything Renquist’s pace grew even faster as she tried land another full fusillade before Nick Castle reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count. Macy drew back with both hands raised to confirm the break but then she stepped in, snatched a double handful of hair and hopped up to THWHUNK a High Knee into her opponent’s temple!
Becky slumped like a marionette held by a disinterested puppeteer, meaning she offered nothing in the way of resistance when Renquist hooked the big brunette in a Front Facelock and dragged her out onto the apron. Pivoting so that she faced Clayton head on, the Beach Blaster slipped her free arm under the World Champ’s right bicep to secure a Single Underhook. “’Manda bet me ten bucks I couldn’t Suplex you.” Renquist huffed after she’d cast a quick glance over her shoulder. “I can’t wait to collect.”
On that mercenary note she dipped her knees and popped her hips, Macy taking her burden up, over and most importantly down, the lithesome blonde hurling herself from the narrow ledge to PLANT Clayton on those thin blue mats with an echoing THWHAP!
Breath exploding from her lungs when she hit the floor, Bex sat up with a wheezing groan and immediately got tagged with a Basement Dropkick that connected with the base of her skull! “Stay down, big girl.” Renquist demanded before she hopped onto the apron. “Take a second to catch your breath, because we’re just getting started.” Clayton was too woozy to hear the words themselves but she registered the swell of crowd noise when Macy whipped around and jogged to the far corner. Not that she stayed there long, indeed the Floridian swatted the top turnbuckle in both hands before she raced back the way she’d came, Macy sprinting headlong down the apron to guarantee a full head of steam when she leapt out into the void and BURIED an Astonishing Elbow Drop in the Destroyer’s sternum!
Clayton jolted like she’d been touched with a live wire, then turned onto her side only to groan in breathless indignation when Renquist pulled her onto her back. From there she collected Bex’s legs in a bundle and folded her in half with a Back Press, the Slappin’ Sensation looking to make a huge statement when she bellowed out, “ONE! TWO! THR--”
The Camouflage Crusher didn’t have to kick out, it wasn’t a Falls Count Anywhere match after all, yet she still bucked free with half a second to spare because she wasn’t about to give Renquist that satisfaction. “Think you’re gonna regret that when you don’t have the energy to fight off a real pin?” Macy asked as she scraped her fellow champ off the mat in stages.
“Wuuuhhh…will I ever regret disappointing you, honeybunch?” Clayton groaned. “Nah, I don’t think OOFFHH!”
Renquist helped herself to a Wristlock and yanked Bex into a Kneelift that caught her just above the navel! Oxygen deprivation ensured the Destroyer was much more docile, indeed she didn’t even try to reverse the Irish Whip when Macy slung her at the steel steps. The Howling Commandos urged their heroine to clear the hurdle in a single bound, unfortunately they were doomed for disappointment and ultimately concern because she barely had time to spin ‘round in a half circle before she BWUUUNGED spine-first into the steps!
Observing from a safe distance, Macy took a step backward, realized Castle was at ‘TWELVE’ on the count and slid under the bottom rope long enough to set things back at ‘ONE’. This didn’t endear her to the Senior Official, but Renquist barely paid him notice as she returned to the floor. Hitting the floor in a flat out run, the Beach Blaster hopped, raised both knees to hip level and DROVE those joints into Clayton’s chest with a Meteora that hit hard enough to knock the top half of the steps off their base!
Eyes glassy and unseeing following that concussive crush, Becky slopped over onto one side and probably would’ve stayed there for most of Castle’s twenty count if Renquist hadn’t hooked on at trunks & tresses and muscled her to boot-leather with a few effortful grunts. Snuggling in behind the champ so she could smudge her against the apron, Macy traded in the hair-hold for a Half Nelson to make it a tiny bit easier to get Clayton under the bottom rope. “Guuuhhh… get your big ass back in there.” the blonde groaned after one last shove forced the One Woman Army through a slow motion barrel roll.
Renquist slid halfway in, then withdrew in favor of climbing onto the apron. Lightweight standard bearer or not, Macy wasn’t known as your traditional highflier, so there were some interested murmurs when she sprang from the apron to the high rent district in a single bound. Standing tall over the fallen Peacekeeper, Renquist took a moment to catch her breath as she peeled the elbow pad from her right arm. Then she tossed it away and took to the skies, Macy crunching in on herself for a toe-touch at the apex only to stretch out full length an instant prior to DRIVING the bony dagger of her elbow into Becky’s tenderized chest.
ASTONISHING ELBOW:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gDMt-aDoHs
The Astonishing Elbow shot Clayton’s legs straight up and Macy hooked ‘em both as hard as she could because this time the pin did count, as evidenced by the urgency from Castle and the FAWNatics as the counted…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Becky tore loose and tumbled onto her stomach to keep Renquist from trying another--“HHHUUUUURRK!” In guarding against a cover Clayton gave up her back and paid dearly when Macy climbed aboard and trapped her left arm in a Half Nelson. In the next instant she hooked her right arm around the Camouflage Crusher’s neck and craaaaaaaanked back on the Katahajame!
KATAHAJIME:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8I96O5Xnntg
“SUBMIT!” Renquist demanded of the World Champion. “SUBMIT, BECKY!” The Beach Blaster had both feet planted, thus adding a Camel Clutch element to the breath-stealing chokehold.
“What do you say, Bex, need me to call it? C’mon, tell me something!” Nick was down on one knee in front of the action, the Senior Official clearly concerned by the ugly red flush in Clayton’s features.
Braced awkwardly on her right elbow, Becky waggled a finger ‘no, no, no’ and rasped out an ‘I’m fine’ that did nothing to allay Castle’s concern.
It did however seem to irritate Macy, who bounced her butt into the hollow of the taller woman’s back before redoubling her efforts. “You’re not fine, tuff girl. You’re about to TAP WHOOAAH!”
The torque was agonizing, yet it also allowed Becky to slide a leg forward and effectively reach one knee. Renquist’s grip didn’t slacken in the slightest though, in fact she made Clayton pay for the improved position by driving her right knee into the World Champion’s back no less than half a dozen ti-- Bex reached back with her right hand, snatched hold of Macy’s hair and tugged hard enough to wrench her head to one side.
Teeth bared at this unexpected hurt, Macy reefed the hold from side to side and grunted, “Leggo of my goddamned hair, ClaSHYT!” The Camouflage Crusher pulled Macy’s head down as she powered to verticality, then let go when the lithesome blonde slipped a crushing Scissors around her waist. “Go on, try it.” Renquist growled as she tried to bisect Clayton with her thighs. “I know what you’re thinking tuff girl, so let’s just see if you can do it before I--”
Becky looped her arm behind Macy’s head and drew her so close the Beach Blaster’s chin gouged into her left shoulder. Just like that she kicked both legs forward and dropped to her butt to THWHUNK Renquist’s jaw with a Backpack Stunner that blew the Katahajame all to hell and gone! Credit the wherewithal of the FAWN World Champion, she slipped her right arm under the blonde’s right thigh and leaaaaaned backward onto Renquist in an odd but effective cover that earned her…
BACKPACK STUNNER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5EiejCM6Is
ONE…
TWO…
THRE--“FAAAAAAAAHK!”
Macy locked her legs around Clayton’s waist and twisted onto her right hip to break the cover and secure a snug Bodyscissors in one stroke! No talk from the Slappin’ Sensation now, she just bore down on the Scissors and began crac-crac-CRAAACKING away with open palmed Slaps to the side of Becky’s head! Forced to cover up to endure the worst of this barrage, the Peacekeeper abruptly rolled onto all fours with Macy still astride her back. Doing so exposed her head to more punishment and Renquist took full advantage by clamping down on the brunette’s left shoulder to keep her steady for even more Slaps to the right-- “DAMMIT!”
Renquist traded in her strikes for a snug Sleeper when Becky clambered to verticality. “Right back where we started, cutie.” Macy’s left hand cupped the back of Clayton’s skull, her right hand gripped her left bicep to put even more pressure on her foe’s straining neck. “If I can’t slap you out I’ll just have to put you to WHOOOAAAH!”
Bex wrapped her arms around the Lightweight Champ’s legs, ‘hupped’ her up a little higher, then took off hell-bent for leather toward the far corner. Grimly aware that there was no pleasant outcome for her in all this, the Beach Blaster squeezed even harder in the hopes of slowing the Destroyer down even a little bit before--BWUUUNG! Clayton whipped around and threw their combined weight into the corner with every bit of strength she could muster!
Macy’s Scissors popped open on impact, but the Sleeper remained in place albeit as a shadow of its former self. Still on her feet thanks to a combination of providence and the turnbuckles, Becky Clayton took a few seconds to grrrrrrrrriiind the groaning Lightweight against the roughly-padded steel before she lurched toward the center with Renquist smeared down her back. “C’mere squirt, I wanna show you something.” the One Woman Army yanked Renquist’s arm away from her throat, then used that clamp to pull the blonde up onto her right shoulder. With that arm looped across Macy’s lower back, Clayton cupped the back of her prey’s head in her left hand to make sure she couldn’t wriggle clear when the World Champ went up on tiptoe and dropped to one knee, just RAMMING that posted joint in Renquist’s left shoulder!
SHOULDERBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TW7ZfrvAQyM
Macy wailed and shuddered from end to end, but didn’t free herself from Becky’s grasp which was most unfortunate considering what the brunette did next. Rising to her full height, Clayton rushed to the nearest corner and bwuuuuunged Renquist into the buckles, then whipped around and stormed back to the center where she THWHAMMED the blonde to the deck courtesy an Oklahoma Stampede! Becky bounced up onto her haunches only to throw herself across Renquist’s chest and hook the far leg in a cradle good for the…
OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=k82bOPqqE98
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
Macy shot a shoulder into the air, so Clayton snatched that wrist and used it to haul the faltering Floridian to her feet. Once there Bex picked her up and put her right back down with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam that sent a shiver through the canvas-covered plywood. Lifting an arm to encourage even more noise from the Howling Commandos, Clayton trudged to the far corner, then slipped out onto the apron to make her way to the top rope. “You got a pretty good Elbow Drop, honeybunch.” Becky muttered to the vulnerable blonde. “But let’s see how you handle the MOAS.”
No response from Macy so the brunette straightened up and offered a crisp salute to her supporters before leaping out into the lights for a Diving Splash that brought every bit of her hundred and forty-odd pounds THAWHAMMING down atop the Lightweight Champion! Becky caught the far leg when it popped up, the Camouflage Crusher forcing Renquist’s knee up to her chin as Castle and the FAWNatics counted off…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Macy twitched a shoulder off the mat so late the ref had to throw a warning at the Timekeeper to ensure he didn’t sound the bell in error.
Finally allowing herself a moment to breathe, Bex set her hands on her thighs and huffed, “Still hanging in there, little girl?”
“Fuuhhh….fuhhh…f*cking right.” Renquist answered through clenched teeth. “Ten bucks says my cardio’s better than yours, dog face.”
“Oh, you’re ON.”
Clayton cupped Macy’s ears in both hands and got to her feet, forcing the Slappin’ Sensation to do the same. A Broadside Kneelift to the smaller wrestler’s midsection gave Becky a lead in the cardio challenge, though the head start didn’t seem to bother Renquist in the slightest, as she looked fleet as ever when the brunette caught a wrist and sent her to the strands with an Irish Whip. The BFG made no move to follow, rather she set up camp at mid-ring and didn’t move until the Renquisitor was almost upon her. Then she reached out and caught Macy around the throat while her other hand went to the inside of the blonde’s thigh. Just like that she dipped her knees and muscled Renquist high into the rafters with a perfect Military Press! She’d managed a similar feat against Dayna Erza last month, but the Executrix had worked over one knee with a Calf Crusher, thus ensuring the champ couldn’t take any time to show off her prize for those assembled. That wasn’t a problem tonight, indeed Clayton was all smiles as she pumped off a couple reps for each side of the arena. Finishing up with the hard camera, Bex powered through three more reps before she launched her rival into the sky and took a giant step forward to ensure Macy THWHUMPED down on a stretch of empty canvas!
The thrum of body on mat told Becky that Renquist hadn’t managed any sort of acrobatic magic so she ran the ropes, came back and skipped over the prone battler en route to the other side of the squared circle. A second skip meant a third trip to the ropes and even more momentum when the Camouflage Crusher sprang into the air and bore down on Macy, the World Champ’s second Splash in as many minutes landing directly across the small of her opponent’s back! Renquist thrashed like a fish out of water, but didn’t get off her stomach until Clayton shot a Half Nelson and rolled her over. This was followed by another heavy cover, the brunette just forcing the Beach Blaster to carry all of her weight through…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOOO!
“Get off me!” Macy grunted after she’d slipped the pin with maybe half a second to spare.
“What’s wrong, don’t like it close and clinchy?” Clayton chided in the midst of mussing Renquist‘s hair and pressing her palms to the blonde‘s cheeks. “Don’t like my hands in your face? Do something about it, shriNGH!”
Macy flicked a hand through the brunette’s arms to clap a single hard slap offa her mouth. “I said get your goddamned hands offa HHHRRRGGGGHH!”
Bex clouted Renquist across the chest with a heavy Forearm Smash, followed it up with a slap of her own. “And I told you to f*cking do something about it.” Damned if Macy didn’t draw back for another slap, but Clayton swatted it aside and rose to her full height to get out of range. “Looks like you’re gonna sit there sucking wind.” the World Champ noted. “So much for that cardio, let’s check your pain tolerance.”
Macy didn’t much care for the sound of that, unfortunately she wasn’t in any position to stop the Peacekeeper from claiming her feet and tucking them under her armpits. Hands locked to create an unbreakable loop, Clayton lifted Renquist up and started to spin, slowly at first, then faster and faster through half a dozen rotations. She’d just reached the point when the crowd started to count along when she ground to a halt and flipped Renquist onto her stomach. Becky stepped over immediately thereafter and sat down full force, the FAWN World Champion driving the medicine ball curve of her backside into Macy’s upturned glutes.
“AAAAAHHHHHH GAAAAAAAAHD!” Macy buried both hands in her hair and pulled hard in desperate attempt to spread out the torturous strain of the Boston Crab.
“Ask her!” Clayton told Castle. “Sounds like honeybunch has had enough!”
“NO!” Renquist shouted without any prompting from the referee. “NO, I DON’T F*CKING SUBMITEEEERRRRRRGGGGHH!”
Becky lifted up and slid backward, moving her seat to the center of the Slappin’ Sensation’s spine. “You don’t have a goddamned choice, Macy!” the brunette countered. “You’re not going anywhere until you slap that mat!”
Renquist snarled, braced her hands flat and puuuuuuuuuushed her way off the canvas only to collapse after less than six inches of progress. “Then it sounds like we’re gonna be here for a while, tuff girl.” she hissed. “Because you’re gonna have to do a helluva lot better than this!”
Bex tightened her grip, rose up a little bit, then dropped down, the Destroyer using her rump like a bludgeon. “Is that so? Sounds like big talk from a little bytch to me! You’ll pass out from the pain LONG before you reach those ro--NO YOU DON’T!”
Lower back trauma be damned, the Beach Blaster rose up a second time and dragged their combined weight another foot and half before a butt bomb from Clayton drove her chest-first into the mat. “GIVE UP, MACY!” Becky barked. “THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO, DON’T HURT YOURS--”
Macy braced her elbows and dragged them another several inches. She was still a few feet from freedom but reaching one arm reduced the distance to perhaps a single hard lunge. “Luuuhh…like I said,” Renquist groaned to the One Woman Army, “you’re gonna have to do better than OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHK!”
Clayton slid her perch north one more time, the big brunette settling into a seat on top of the Lightweight Champion’s head. “It’s over, Macy.” Becky muttered. “Just tap out and this can all be ov--” Renquist couldn’t push up but she could slide out and that’s just what she did, albeit at the cost of some pretty gnarly mat burn on her face, chest and tummy. Almost sobbing with relief as she escaped the hellacious Crab, Macy didn’t get very long to enjoy her newfound freedom because Becky pivoted at a sharp angle, then laid out on her back to hurl her lissome adversary at the nearest corner with a face-breaking SlingshoNO!
Macy landed on the second rope, twisted around and collapsed into a seat on the top turnbuckle. “C’mon dog face.” she beckoned the incredulous veteran forward. “Get your big ass over here, we’re not done y--” Clayton rushed the corner with a Big Boot that would’ve caught her blonde flush in the sternum if Renquist hadn’t shifted to one side at the last possible second!
Becky cried out in surprised hurt as her right leg got draped over the top rope, though that was soon forgotten when Macy snatched a handful of hair and wrenched her head back for an ungodly barrage of Bytch Slaps, Renquist seemingly in danger of throwing out her shoulder with all the power she put behind those shots that just CRAAAAAAAACKED offa Becky’s face!
Cringing along with the rest of the FAWNatics, Castle eventually moved in to enforce the break but ultimately didn’t have to because Clayton got both hands against the blonde’s tummy and shoved hard enough to get her trapped leg off the top rope. As slap shocked as anyone that’d ever battled the Beach Blaster, Becky collapsed to one knee, fought to verticality, then doubled over, the weakened Destroyer grabbing at the second strand to keep from toppling ov-- Macy hopped from the corner to land with her legs on each side of Clayton’s noggin. Hooking a Waistlock in the same instant, Macy sprang up ‘n ovNOOOO!
Becky was wrenched upright by the Creature from the Blue Lagoon but when she should’ve been torn from her moorings the Camouflage Crusher dipped low and crunched forward to leave the blonde draped down her back like the world’s most unwilling ca-- The “NNNNNNGGGHHH!” from Renquist was followed by a groan of sympathetic anguish from the FAWNatics when the Peacekeeper straightened up just to snap forward, Becky practically doubling over to BWUUUUUUNG Macy against the buckles with an Alabama Slam!
TURNBUCKLE ALABAMA SLAM:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ui8ZNbI3tOU
Renquist bounced out with whiplash speed to land on her hands and knees with her forehead pressed to the canvas. She’d yet to comprehend the severity of her situation when Clayton grabbed a double handful of hair and reeled her into a Standing Headscissors. After that she applied a Waistlock and unlike Macy’s, there was no slipping free when Bex flipped her up onto her should--BWUUUUUUUUUUNG! Another awful groan from the capacity crowd as Clayton continued to test the structural integrity of the squared circle by Powerbombing Renquist against the roughly-padded steel!
BUCKLE BOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4suK1OkgiCw
Blasted onto a beach somewhere in the middle of last week, Macy slopped forward and would’ve sprawled out flat on her face if the BFG hadn’t hooked an arm around her waist. Walking the blonde’s deadweight out to the middle of the ring, Becky doubled her over, then sidled in on the left and grabbed that wrist so she could thread it through the Lightweight Champion’s rubbery stems. Once that was done she transferred custody of that wrist to her right hand, thus allowing her to lean over Macy’s back and hook her left arm under Renquist’s right bicep. Flipping Macy onto her shoulder with a Pumphandle that looked far too effortless for more than twenty minutes into a grueling match, Clayton rose up on her left foot, then laid out on her right side to THAWHAM the back of Renquist’s head and shoulders into the mat with a vicious application of Alpha Charlie!
ALPHA CHARLIE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTRE39XyjxM
The Slappin’ Sensation slopped over onto her side, got tugged to her back when Becky caught hold at hip and shoulder. Soon as those shoulders were down she looped her arms around the blonde’s upper thighs and folded her in half with a Back Press that looked like she was holding on for dear life through the…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Bex let loose and collapsed onto her back, one hand seeking out her slap-numbed jaw while the Announcer confirmed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall, the FAWN World Champion, BECKY CLAYTON!” That earned a raucous cheer from the Howling Commandos, but the champ didn’t have the energy to sit up just then, so she raised and held it there until exhaustion brought it back to the canvas.
With the main event in the books, Nick Castle slid out of the ring and went to retrieve the pair of title belts at the announcer’s table, Becky retaining the World Championship with a victory and Macy holding onto the Lightweight title despite defeat. Just as the official laid hands on those twenty pounds of leather and gold, however, an effeminate figure wearing a Shea London cardboard cutout mask along with high-waisted sweatpants and a baggy Do You Want to Get Rocked? merch-shirt leapt over the barricade. Wasting no time, the Sensational Imposter snatched up the other ends of the gilded straps in her hands, leading to a brief tug of war with the head referee.
“What the...?!” Castle yelped in surprise as he struggled to wrest control from the interloper. “Fans aren’t allowed over the barrier! Let go and get outta here before I call sec --”
“I am no fan, Nicholas Castle. As you can see from my sagging jowls and my postmenopausal fashion choices, I am Shea London!” the pretender said in heavily accented English that was nothing like the real Shea’s infamous Cockney drawl. “These cummerbunds were once mine and I am here to reclaim my property!”
Upon hearing the would-be thief’s peculiar elocution, the pieces began to fall into place for Nick.
“Wait a minute…” Castle huffed as continued to yank and pull on the pair of straps. “I know that voice! You’re not a fan, you’re --”
“Look behind you, Nicholas Castle!” the mystery woman suddenly shouted. “A diversion!”
FAWN’s most tenured official would not be taken by such a bald-faced attempt at distraction, but it didn’t matter anyway. The London imposter abruptly let go of one belt, and the disruption of equilibrium threw Nick off balance. As he stumbled for footing, the imposter took advantage by gripping the other belt with both hands and pulled Castle towards her with a hard jerk. In one smooth motion, she grabbed the referee’s arm and pivoted on her heels to send the man crashing through the announcer’s table with a textbook perfect Shoulder Toss.
With the head official splattered among a debris field of splinters, the fake Shea London picked up both belts and hopped over the barricade to make an escape through the audience, though she didn’t get more than a step before Becky Clayton caught a second wind and came storming after her.
“Where do you think you’re going with those?!” Becky bellowed as she rolled to the floor. “Get your ass back here!”
The thief paid Clayton no mind and continued onwards, but her progress was greatly slowed by the dense crowd in every direction and the Camouflage Destroyer was closing in. Just as Becky was climbing over the barricade, however, the fake Shea suddenly wheeled about and tossed one of her purloined prizes at her pursuer like bolas. The heavy belt wrapped itself around Clayton’s shins, tripping her up and causing her to fall face-first to the ground with a loud grunt while the bandit slipped further into the crowd with the remaining championship strap still in tow. By the time Becky had disentangled herself from what she now saw was her World Championship belt, the burglar -- and the Lightweight belt -- were nowhere to be seen.
“DAMN IT!” she roared as she pounded her fist into the ground, frustrated that she had let the charlatan escape with stolen valor.
Meanwhile in the ring, Macy Renquist had just managed to climb to her feet with the help of the corner turnbuckles. Having missed the fracas entirely, all she saw was the groaning and semiconscious form of Nick Castle lying in the wreckage of what used to be the announcer’s table in front of a gobsmacked Gordy Solis and Joanna Coleman, while her erstwhile opponent was standing out in the audience looking for something or someone, World Championship belt dangling loosely from one hand. Nowhere in sight, however, was the Lightweight Title belt that had been hers and hers alone for the better part of a year.
“What the HELL just happened?” Macy quietly muttered with a shake of her head, echoing the thoughts of everyone in the building as the show went off the air.