Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:08:08 GMT
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Stillwater Minnesota, she stands at five feet five inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. They call her the Sweet Disaster, this is BRIDGET STROUD!”
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Marching crowd sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s increasingly impressive highlight reel interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned meteoric FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during the last two years.
Impressively calm for someone about to walk into the darkest corner of FAWN, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for those assembled before she pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For tonight’s trip into the darkness, Stroud wore her usual purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a gleaming white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud jogged over to referee Craig Long.
“So… Adelaide Brewster.” she said.
“Adelaide Brewster.” Long echoed.
“She as nasty as they say?”
“Worse, I’m afraid. She’s not one to take lightly, Bridget.” the ref noted as he made a quick check of the brunette’s pads and boots.
“I’m wouldn’t dare take her lightly.” Sweet Disaster replied. “But I’m not scared, Craig.”
“That’s good. Hold onto that, Bridget. You’ll need it.”
Stroud nodded and backed into the far corner, her dark eyes never leaving the stage and the darkness lurking just behind it.
“And introducing her opponent being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Wailing at the sound of that name, the chattel grew all the more restless once the speakers offered the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the basement until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Sanguinaire but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a previous feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out and when they came back Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for a the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s battle against one of FAWN’s brightest rising stars, the Darling of the Abattoir wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Craig Long moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the innocuous morsel no attention whatsoever, Adelaide trained her gaze on Stroud and made a show of licking her lips before gliding to the opposite corner.
Bridget took a deep breath, held it until the bell sounded, then let it out in a soft, slow ‘woooosh’. It wasn’t fear making her heart pound harder than usual, but the idea that she was about to test herself against not only the highest profile member of the Church of Eternal Midnight, but a former FAWN World Champion as well. Nodding to herself when the Weeping Angel slunk out of the far corner, Stroud moved to meet her, then swung wide right to force the other brunette to pivot so as not to offer up her flanks.
Adelaide noted the shift but didn’t match it, rather she spun around on one heel to keep the former rock climber in sight. This in and of itself was odd, albeit not insulting. No, Stroud didn’t feel slighted until Brewster clasped her hands behind her back even though Bridget’s were raised to shoulder level and ready to clench. “I’ve been watching you during my absence.” Adelaide spoke before Bridget could question her decision. “The series with Penelope was particularly invigorating. Anyone who can withstand her anger and come out stronger is worthy of my attention… and possibly my teeth.”
Stroud answered Brewster’s smirk with an arched eyebrow. “You watched all the way through to the end, right? So you know what I did to Penny and her anger.”
“Indeed I did. It’s the only reason we’re having this conversa--”
Bridget wasn’t about to be intimidated and proved as such by shooting in low and fast for a Double Leg TakedoNO! Adelaide pirouetted out of the way, both hands still held tight behind her back. “Your quest for the top of the mountain is admirable, noble even.” she admitted to Stroud as the other brunette scrambled to boot-leather and began to circle again. “But in your trek to the summit you’ve come to the mouth of vast, dark cavern. Your inner adrenaline junkie is desperate to explore it, but I implore you Bridget Stroud, ignore the cave and continue upward. Because to venture into the cave is to risk becoming lost… terrified… food.”
Lips set in a thin, determined line, Stroud stopped circling and made straight for the Daughter of Darkness. Drawing up nose to nose with her opponent, Bridget stared a hole through Adelaide for several seconds before she said, “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Tremblay.” she leaned in even closer, letting her lips brush Brewster’s ear. “Bite me.”
Adelaide tilted her head so she could respond in kind. “Rest assured, chattel. I will.” Brewster flicked her tongue out to lick the bottom of Bridget’s ear, a quick, light touch that hit Stroud like a cattle prod, Sweet Disaster sweeping the other brunette into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Wedging a palm beneath Adelaide’s chin for the sole purpose of forcing her head back at a painful angle, Bridget buried her other hand in the former champ’s dark hair and yanked as hard as she could! Adelaide’s hiss of pain drew a look of concern from Craig Long, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything before Stroud used her hooks to march the Darling of the Abattoir into the nearest empty corner.
Bridget tummied up on her as soon as Adelaide hit the buckles, the shorter wrestler putting all her weight on the veteran to ensure she knew there was nowhere to go. “Hope you liked your one free taste.” Stroud huffed to the grimacing battler. “Next one’s going to cost you dear--”
“I’d like her to break the hold, please.” she spoke to Craig before training her attention on Bridget. “Leash this animal before I do it for RRRGGGHH!”
Bridget yanked her hair again, the force of it bouncing the back of Adelaide’s head against the top buckle. “Watch who you’re calling an animal, brat.” Stroud growled without acknowledging Long’s call for a break. “Otherwise I might have to maul you on general principle.” She let loose at ‘THREE!’ on the official’s count, Bridget raising her hands overhead to confirm she’d honor the break even if it was delay--CRAAACK!
Brewster swiveled Stroud’s head with a backhanded Bytch Slap that might’ve sent her stumbling all the way to mid-ring if the Weeping Angel hadn’t caught a retaliatory handful of hair! Switching places with her prey in a single savage sweep, Adelaide cupped her free hand to the other brunette’s face and wrenched her head to the side, thus ensuring Stroud could do nothing but grit her teeth and endure when Daughter of Darkness ran the tip of her tongue up the side of Stroud’s neck to just below her right ear.
Bridget couldn’t see Brewster’s smile but the cacophonous roar of the crowd ensured she could damned sure feel it. “Disgusting bytch.” Stroud growled. “I’ll feed you your teeth for HHRRGGHH!”
Adelaide pumped a Broadside Kneelift into her rival’s belly, then used her thumb and index fingers to smoosh the other brunette’s cheeks into a humiliating fish-face. “Such blatant disrespect suggests that introductions are an order, so I shall go first. Mine is the touch that turns the Harlot’s lust to ash. Mine is the bite that makes the Raven cry out in her sleep. And mine is the will against which Perfection herself. Was. No. Match. I am the Darling of the Abattoir, the Feaster in the Dark, the Sanguinare herself. I am Adelaide Brewster and it will take far more than the yappings of a cur bytch to stand against my appetites!”
Introductions were only half done, alas that didn’t stop Adelaide from stuffing a hand under her opponent’s armpit even as she cleared off and hurled Bridget away from the buckles with a hair-assisted Biel Throw! Stroud’s arc of descent was ugly as sin though that was almost assuredly the point, considering Brewster’s wide, carnivorous smile when Sweet Disaster THWHUMPED down flat on her butt.
Bridget yelped, pressed a hand to her glutes and spun to one knee, her other hand held out before her in a defensive position. It was with a mixture of relief and irritation that she realized Adelaide was several feet removed and back in her original pose with both hands clasped demurely behind her back.
“And now that you know me,” she said with a faint smile, “who might you be?”
Stroud took a breath, flicked her trunks back into place and smoothed out her hair en route to returning to verticality. “My name is Bridget Stroud.” she answered. “I don’t have a lot of fancy nicknames and I don’t talk like a super villain, but I do have everything I need to whoop your nasty ass all over this ring.”
Adelaide chuckled, removed her hands from behind her back and raised a beckoning finger to her would-be meal. “Very well, cur. Show me your teeth, if you da--”
She didn’t even get the last word out of her mouth before Bridget was upon her, Sweet Disaster drawing back across her own chest to CRAAACK a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop across Brewster’s chest! “Don’t need teeth to do my damage, baby!” Stroud snapped as Adelaide stumbled away. “Doesn’t mean I won’t chew you up though!” Three more Chops followed, the last of which put the former World Champion’s back against the strands. Catching a Wristlock as she rushed in to bury a Kneelift in Brewster’s belly, Bridget took two giant steps backward, dropped a shoulder and slung her opponent across the squared circle with an Irish Whip.
Adelaide didn’t act quickly enough to anchor herself in the ropes, but she was looking steady enough by the time she met Bridget at the center. Their latest exchange was short on verbiage and heavy on violence with Stroud stuffing a shoulder into Adelaide’s abs so she could hurl her into the lights, the Daughter of Darkness soaring up, over and of course, down to THA-WHAM down on the deck as victim of a Back Body Drop! Brewster bounced to boot-leather on impact just to catch a whole mouthful of sole food courtesy a Standing Dropkick from Minnesota Wild.
After that she struggled to a seat, so Stroud grabbed a shoulder and forced her back down so she was in perfect position when Bridget took to the skies in a vertical leap that culminated with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds crashing down atop Adelaide’s chest courtesy a perfect Leg Drop! Brewster’s own stems kicked up on impact but Stroud didn’t try to collect them for a cover, rather she swatted the vulnerable limbs away, spun to boot-leather and made straight for the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. Those along for this March to War didn’t quite dare believe the relative newcomer could keep the Weeping Angel on her heels for long, which might’ve been why Bridget put a little extra ‘ooomph’ on her next trip skyward, the purple & white-clad brunette folding herself in half with a crunch at apex that ensured she was stretched out full length when she THWHUMPED that chiseled midsection into Adelaide’s own gulping tummy! Brewster’s legs popped up on impact and this time Stroud hooked ‘em both so she could fold the former World Champion in half for at least…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, possibly half a heartbeat before. The energy of her escape didn’t seem to discomfit Bridget in the slightest, indeed Sweet Disaster showed a competitive smile as she filled her hands with Brewster’s locks and peeled her off the mat. A trace of movement off to the right drew her attention to Sierra Mist, who’d moved around the corner to get a better view of the action. Stroud gave her a stern ‘stay the hell where you are’ sort of look, then gave up the hair-hold in favor of a brisk two-palmed shove that sent Brewster backpedaling into the rubber-coated steel.
The Daughter of Darkness didn’t just bounce out, she lunged out, those dangerous talons aimed straight at Bridget’s-- “OOOFFFHHH!” Stroud whipped ‘round through a full circle, dropped to one knee and drove her right elbow into Adelaide’s gut with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay! Brewster doubled over without taking a knee, so Minnesota Wild cinched her arms around her waist and squeezed tight[/I] as she rose to her full height.
ROLLING ELBOW TO GUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S5x404RKWI
“Like this Bear Hug, cutie?” Bridget huffed as the constrictive hold earned a breathy groan from her adversary.
The trapped brunette offered no response, so Craig inquired in a more official capacity. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you--”
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F0dAu8EAmQ
“Your neck will belong to me if you finish that sentence, chatteHHHRGGGHH!”
Stroud dipped, then lifted and bore down, this newest compression putting Brewster up on tiptoe. “Don’t threaten him, baby. Don’t you dare.” Bridget commanded her foe. “I want your full, undivided attention. And if I don’t get it I might just AAARRRRHHHH!” she threw her head back and shrieked, pretty features twisted with pain because Adelaide had chomped down on the side of her neck!
“Knock off the biting, Adelaide!” Long barked. “You know you can’t do--” “RRGGHH!”
Bridget knew it too but she wasn’t willing to bank on Brewster following the ref’s orders, so she muscled the Darling of the Abattoir off her feet and sank to one knee to THUMP Adelaide’s undercarriage against the post of her thigh! Loosening the Hug so she could swing around behind once Brewster’s teeth were clear of her neck, Bridget yanked the other wrestler off her feet, then twisted her hips and laid out on her stomach to THWHAM Adelaide down on her face, chest and belly!
Quick to reclaim the Waistlock / Bear Hug as soon as Brewster tried to draw a breath, Stroud squeeeeeeeeeezed harder than ever and strengthened her hooks by threading her legs over Adelaide’s in a tight Grapevine. “Told’ja there was only one free taste, bytch.” Bridget growled in Brewster’s ear, the former rock climber keeping her weight spread out to ensure Adelaide had a helluva time getting out from under the hold.
Fighting onto her elbows what little leverage she could gain, she tucked some loose hair behind her ears and sneered, “Did you sense any fear in my teeth, chattel? Clearly they’re not concerned with your HHHHHRRRGGGGGGHH BYTCH!”
A thunderous roar of ‘oh no she din’t!’ delight tore through the crowd once Bridget pressed her mouth to the side of Adelaide’s neck and bit down hard! Her shriek equal parts anger and pain, Brewster reached back with one hand and grabbed a massive hank of hair, alas the subsequent yank only motivated Stroud to keep on gnawing.
“Get that hand out of her hair, Adelaide. You know better than that.” Long chided his snarling charge. “Same goes for you, Bridget. Cut out the bit--”
“Bite your tongue, idiot.” Adelaide twisted several curls of Stroud’s hair around her fingers to make the next round of tugging all the more unpleasant. “The chattel and I are busy setting terms.”
The official didn’t quite defy Brewster directly so he began to count and was relieved to see both brunettes relinquish their illicit grips, each uttering an audible gasp upon release. Of course the Darling of the Abattoir was still pinned down by that brawny Bear Hug so her voice was quite a bit breathier than usual when she snarled, “Very few of the beasts in this particular field would dare leave their mark on me in such a fashion.” Brewster was back up on her elbows and crawling / dragging their combined weight toward the ropes. “I’ll remember this boldness when NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Stroud undid the Grapevine and hunched forward, Sweet Disaster pressing her knees to the other brunette’s flanks to glue her in place for another lingering squeeeeeeeeze. “Wainright’s playbook doesn’t work on me, cutie.” Bridget grunted. “I tend to run in the direction of my fears, in case you hadn’t notiHHNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide switched from her elbows to her palms, sank down ‘til her chest was mere inches off the mat, then pushed up and flicked her head backward to THUNK it against Stroud’s chin! Her Headbutt loosened the Bear Hug to such a degree that Adelaide could’ve slipped out from underneath, instead she swiveled around within Bridget’s grasp and slipped her legs around the Minnesotan’s waist for a violent counter-constriction! Ankles crossed, legs fully extended, Brewster pressed her palms flat and thrust her hips up to pour even more pressure through the Scissors. Stroud shook her head ‘no’, ground her knotted fists into the hollow of Adelaide’s back and did everything in her power to crumple the other wrestler’s ribs.
“Hhhhrrrhhhh…. I knew you were afraid of me, chattel.” Inching up in her perch so they were face to face again, the Daughter of Darkness darted in so that her lips were to Bridget’s ear. “And by the time we’re finished I promise you’ll be running away from me, assuming you’re even capable of--”
“You so much as nip me again and I swear I’ll bite a chunk out of your neck.” Stroud broke in, her tone harsh and grating. She followed this threat with another pulse of the Bear Hug, which Adelaide answered with a rib-crushing compression.
Delighted and infuriated by the challenge presented by this spirited little rock climber, Brewster giggled, “Congratulations chattel… you’ve piqued my curiosity!”
Bridget didn’t bother to answer with words, she felt Adelaide’s body go tense so she delivered on her threat just as the Weeping Angel sank those damned fangs into the soft flesh between her neck and right shoulder! Both wrestlers screamed aloud, though their dueling mouthfuls reduced them to nothing more than a reedy teakettle whine.
Muffled or not, Craig didn’t like it in the slightest which was why he didn’t bother with a warning before he counted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Brewster and Stroud broke from one another with a mutually disdainful curse, each brunette making a point to swat at her adversary as they rolled in different directions. “Cut that biting shyt out now, I mean it!” the ref barked at his charges as they glared holes through her new rival. “Try chewin’ on each other one more time and I’ll stop the match!”
“I don’t think you will, little man.” Adelaide’s words were for the official, but her eyes never left Bridget. “Right now this one is the most inviting target by far. Take that away from me and I might turn my attention to someone a bit more str--”
You think threatening him makes you scarier, Brewster?” Bridget’s interruption earned her a withering glare from the former World Champion. “It doesn’t, not in the slightest. Just makes you look like a bully who needs to get punched in the mouth.”
Adelaide finally raised both hands to beckon her adversary forward. “You’re more than welcome to try, chattel. Whenever you’re feeling brave en--”
Stroud pounced on Brewster with no hesitation whatsoever, the aggression of her Collar & Elbow Tie-Up further cementing her reputation as a fearless adrenaline junkie. Happy to keep the clinch nice and legal until the Weeping Angel buried a hand in her hair, Bridget countered with a similar grip, then pressed her other hand to Brewster’s chin so she could clamp down on the lower half of her face. “Bite me now.” Stroud growled as the pair stomped around in a furious little circle. “Come on you vile bytch, let’s see you draw any blood noOOOFFFHHH!”
A broadside Kneelift across the tummy put an end to Bridget’s hooks, which in turn let Adelaide double her over with two more Kneelifts. Grabbing the scruff of Stroud’s neck in her left hand, Brewster hopped up and brought her right arm THWHAPPING down across the other woman’s shoulders to drop her flat on her face.
Lips curled in a nasty smile as she surveyed her handiwork, the Daughter of Darkness put her hands on her hips, then nudged a boot into Bridget’s ribs and commanded, “Off your belly, worm. Our battle is not yet over.”
Bridget must’ve agreed because she swatted Adelaide’s boot away and scrambled to a seat. “Hrrhh, damn right it’s not over.” she huffed. “I’m not through whooping your NGH!” Adelaide lunged in to tag her foe’s cheek with a straight right hand! Stroud rolled clear, fought to all fours and promptly ate another quick jab for her troubles. A third shot set Stroud back on her haunches so the Sanguinaire grabbed a huge handful of hair to ensure Bridget’s head remained bowed when she went up on tiptoe and brought the point of her right elbow down onto her skull with an ugly THUNK!
GROUND STRIKE COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B80-QQah6XE
“I said on your feet!” Adelaide settled into a deep crouch to better bad-mouth the vulnerable brunette after was she was forced to kiss the canvas for the second time in as many minutes. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone weak in the knees after all that brave talHRRGH!”
Sweet Disaster scrambled to her knees and pounded a punch into Brewster’s navel! She stumbled away without actually escaping the other woman’s grasp, so Stroud tightened her grip and reeled-- “NNNGGGHH!” Adelaide caught her with a quick Kneelift between the eyes that snapped the newcomer’s head back and left her hair hanging in her eyes and she crumpled to all fours. Circling around behind the penitent chattel without so much as a word, the Weeping Angel planted a boot on either side of Stroud’s hips and hooked a snug Waistlock around her midsection. The FAWNatics urged Bridget to twist free of her attacker’s grasp, alas Adelaide would not be denied and she bridged up, over and down to THAWHAM Minnesota Wild onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Deadlift German Suplex.
Craig swooped in immediately thereafter only to feel like a dolt when Brewster rolled onto her stomach to pull the woozy wrestler back to her feet. Trading out the Waistlock for a grip on Bridget’s left wrist, Adelaide tugged that arm out at shoulder level and neatly stepped over it with her right leg so she could trap that limb between their twined legs when she set her ankle against Stroud’s left calf. Cinching her right arm around Bridget’s neck in a sort of Side Headlock, Adelaide crouched down and somersaulted the both of ‘em into a tangled seat that allowed her to hook her left leg over the side of Stroud’s head even as she caught Sweet Disaster’s right wrist in both hands! Craaaaaaaaanking down with her leg while wreeeeeeeeeeenching backward on the Armbar to make Stroud wriggle and writhe within the clutches of that grounded Octopus.
ROLLING OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvLm9zar-JU
“Ask her.” Brewster told the official as she jounced her leg to increase the torque on her opponent’s neck. “Ask the timid little thrill-seeker if she’s had enough excitement for one night.”
“What do you say, Bridget?” hunkered down beside the action, though he took care to remain just out of flailing range. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NO!” Stroud waggled an index finger to confirm her refusal, which earned her another rough tug from the Darling of the Abattoir.
“There’s nowhere to go, chattel.” Adelaide sounded maddeningly calm for someone drawing her opponent into an increasingly taut human knot. “Submit to me while you still have enough left to leave the ring under your own powerrrrrggggggghhh… is that how you want this to play out?”
Unable to free her left hand from the trap of their locked legs, Bridget settled for digging her nails into the inside of Brewster’s right thigh. “Bit me first, baby.” Sweet Disaster grunted. “Don’t tell me a monster like you can’t handle getting her soft little legs rakOOOWWWW!”
Adelaide halved her grip on the trapped brunette’s right wrist so she could grab her fingers and beeeeennnnnnnd them backward over her own wrist! “My teeth and talons are as clean as they are sharp.” Brewster murmured over the sounds of her foe’s distress. “I have no idea where your own grubby little hands have beRRRRGGGGHHH! Let GO of me, Stroud!”
Bridget, who’d managed to affix her claw barely half an inch below the edge of Adelaide’s velvet briefs, squeezed until her fingers showed white at the knuckle. “It’s… it’s ok, Addy.” Stroud grunted. “You can admit my grip is stronger than yourAAAHHHH SHYT, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOU NASTY BYTCHOOOOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHD!”
Abandoning the small joint manipulation for something quite a bit cattier, Adelaide crooked her fingers into the right cup of Stroud’s top and pulled it down to spill her rival’s breast into the open! Far from a simple embarrassment, Brewster took Bridget’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she was seeking the other end of the dial. “Ask her again!” Adelaide demanded after she’d treated the pliant flesh to several more sharp tweaks. “I want to hear the pride leaking out of her voi--”
“SCREW YOU!” Stroud bellowed. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA WIN THIS MATCH IN MY T-F*CK YOU STAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
The Weeping Angel released the pincer just to tug Bridget’s left cup down for another terrible tweak! Aggressively alternating between her opponent’s nipples, Brewster continued to drive her thigh and calf down onto her prey’s head and neck. “Submit!” she hissed. “Or I’ll destroy what little meager reputation you’ve managed to AAARRRRRGGGHHH SHYT!” Adelaide’s cruel machinations had lessened the trap containing Bridget’s left wrist, but rather than pull it free she balled that hand into a fist and drilled it into the former World Champion’s undercarriage. Painful though it was, things could always get worse, as Adelaide was reminded when Sweet Disaster clamped a claw down on that thin sheath of velvet armor!
No longer amused by her foe’s wherewithal, Brewster kicked her left leg straight up and brought it down full force once, twice, thri--“AAAAAAIIIIIIEEE! Bridget bolstered the Crotch Claw with such a nauseating squeeze that Adelaide had no choice but to brace her left foot between opposing shoulders and kick off with as much strength as she could muster.
Minnesota Wild tumbled across the canvas like she’d been thrown clear of a car wreck, but damned if it was only a matter of heartbeats before she made it to one knee. Adelaide’s recovery was much the same, albeit a bit more measured because she never let her eyes leave the other brunette. “Those hands are going to get you in trouble, chattel.” Brewster growled as she rose to her full height with one hand pressed to her aching center. “They may have served you well against the insensate stone of the mountain, but they’ll prove your undoing against an adversary that can fight baNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide must’ve felt confident running her mouth because Bridget was preoccupied setting her distended top to rights, yet this confidence proved misplaced because the thrill-seeker exploded forward into a sprint-leap that culminated with the soles of her boots TWHACKING Brewster flush on the mouth! The Daughter of Darkness went down in a heap, the back of her head bonking against the deck hard enough to make her see stars before she even rolled to all fours. Fresh galaxies were still blooming behind her eyes when Bridget caught a massive double handful of hair and yanked her into a Standing Headscissors.
“Yuuuhhh… you want to see what my hands can do, cutie?” Stroud panting, her color high on a heady rush of adrenaline, anger and embarrassment. “Let me show you!” The last word was barely out of her mouth when she crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked them up Brewster’s nearly bare back once, twice, three times! The malicious treatment drew shrieks from Adelaide, protests from Sierra and cheers from the FAWNatics, especially when Sweet Disaster finished with a stereo bongo SLAP to the Sanguinaire’s squirming rump. A Waistlock followed in short order, Stroud pouring on with Bear Hug force even as she compressed Adelaide’s skull between her thighs. Bridget wasn’t interested in a submission though, at least not at the moment. After a few seconds of squeezing she dipped her knees and flipped / spun Brewster onto her shoulders just to THA-WHAM the former World Champion down onto the thinly-sheathed plywood in a massive Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
Adelaide’s legs kicked into the air but Stroud didn’t collect them for a cover, cradle or hold. Instead she put both hands against the other brunette’s lower back and shoved her through a somersault that left the Weeping Angel on all fours. “You want to show me off, bytch? You want to humiliate me?” Bridget barked down at her wounded rival. “I think you need a taste of how that feels!”
A delighted, tawdry roar from those assembled when Stroud peeled her aggrieved top all the way off and balled it in one hand while the other found its way into Brewster’s dark locks. The noise only got louder when Bridget hair-hauled the other brunette to verticality and stuffed the shorn, sweaty garment into Adelaide’s shocked face with an Iron Claw!
“That’s a choke!” Mist called from her place outside. “That’s an illegal choke, make her break it, damn you!”
Bridget blew her a teasing kiss and continued to trying her damndest to stuff the lycra into Brewster’s gurgling mouth. She might’ve made it in a No DQ situation but Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count before she could finish so Stroud relinquished the grip just to bury a Kneelift above her foe’s navel. Sidling in under Adelaide’s right arm, Bridget hooked her own right arm across Brewster’s chest, then reached around with her left hand and caught hold of her velvet waistband.
Eyes narrowing as she felt Stroud’s hand clench into a fist, Adelaide rasped, “Don’t you dare, chattelAAAAAARRRFAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Stroud dipped and tore Brewster off her feet simultaneous with yanking those velvet briefs far beyond the gluteal vanishing point! The wedgie might’ve popped the crowd but it was the landing that did the real damage, in this case a ring-rattling THWHAM! that left Adelaide starfished in the middle of the squared circle. Bridget threw herself across the carcass of the former World Champion and trapped both legs in a tight bundle, Sweet Disaster pointing her foe’s be-wedgied buns at the rafters while Craig and the crowd counted off the biggest victory of her career.
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Brewster slipped / twisted loose with a whisper to spare, the margin of error so narrow that the ref shook his head at the Timekeeper to ensure the bell didn’t ring in error. Credit the wherewithal of one Bridget Stroud, she allowed herself a single angry fist pounded against the canvas before burying her hands in Adelaide’s sweat-damp hair. “Get up bitey, I want you to see the view from the top.”
Brewster groaned in protest but couldn’t block the Toe Kick Stroud pounded into her tummy, nor could she prevent Sweet Disaster from cinching both arms around her waist in a nauseating Gutwrench that got even worse when Bridget flipped her up onto the ball of her left shoulder. Jouncing in place to drive her shoulder into the small of Adelaide’s back, Stroud moved her right hand from Brewster’s midsection to her chin and gave it a hard squeeze. “Look at those lights, baby. Aren’t they prettOOOWWWW F*CK!”
Adelaide shifted her head and chomped down on the soft flesh between Stroud’s thumb and forefinger! The thrill seeker stumbled, lost her balance and managed to regain it at the cost of letting the Darling of the Abattoir roll off her shoulder in an awkward back-flip. Brewster landed hard on one knee, started to rise, took a knee between the eyes instead! Filling her hands with the other brunette’s hair once again, Bridget wrenched Adelaide’s head back and promised, “That’s the last time you’re ever going to bite--” ’PFWOOOOOOOOSH!’
Roars of outrage and concern from those assembled when Adelaide blew a plume of Red Mist directly into her opponent’s eyes! Stroud shrieked and went to swipe at her face only to have Brewster catch hold of her right wrist in a manacle-like grip. Twisting that arm back behind Bridget’s noggin in a sort of upside down Hammerlock, the Weeping Angel curled her left hand into a fist, drew it back and then PWAAAKED a vicious shot into the curve of Stroud’s left breast!
Bridget’s heart skipped a beat and her knees went watery but she didn’t collapse, not even when Adelaide slipped ‘round behind her and pulled that captured right arm tight across her throat. Deaf to (or perhaps preternaturally of) the jeers of the crowd, Brewster dipped down, worked her free arm between Bridget’s legs and let out a triumphant roar when she muscled the smaller woman onto her shoulders. With Bridget strapped down like so much defenseless meat, Adelaide spun through three full rotations to better show off her control in the few seconds before she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Stroud squarely on the back of her head and shoulders. Bridget rolled over onto her back in a defenseless sprawl that allowed for no resistance when Adelaide floated over into a tummy on tummy mount. Nuzzling her boots in against Stroud’s calves as she collected a wrist in either hand, Brewster stretched the former and pinned the latter overhead while she pressed her breasts to Bridget’s face and the chattel bawled…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide slithered away from the cover but didn’t rise at the sound of the bell. In fact she’d pulled her foe to a seat in her lap when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Giggling at the sound of her name in the rafters, Adelaide slipped her hands up under Bridget’s arms and treated her breasts to a rude squeeze. “This IS a lovely view, thrill seeker.” Adelaide murmured in Stroud’s ear. “I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I--”
“Skuh… screw you.” Bridget moaned. “We’re not finished rrrrggggggggghhhhh!”
Adelaide squeezed the other brunette’s bounty without mercy, the domineering Sanguinaire treating Bridget to the sort of mauling she’d yet to endure during her time in FAWN. “I’m afraid I have plans that don’t involve you, meat-bag.” Brewster murmured. “But you have, as the chattel say, got my blood up and in so doing, attracted the attention of the Red. It likes you, Bridget Stroud. It delights in your pain. So once I‘ve dealt with one particularly obnoxious loose end, I‘ll come back to you and we‘ll settle this… assuming you have the spine to show your face in a wrestling ring after tonight.”
Loathing the tickle of Adelaide’s words almost as much as she hated those claws, Stroud tried to slip away from both and endured another white-knuckle kneading instead. “Yuuuuhhh… you don’t scare me.” she bit her lip to keep her voice from trembling. “And humiliating me is only going OOOOOHHHHHH GAHD STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Adelaide narrowed her focus to another nipple pincer, the former World Champion just twisting over and over as she purred into Stroud’s ear. “I know you’re not, that’s why the Red is so interested. But fear is a crop like any other. Tonight I sow, eventually I will reap. Until that night comes, remember my kiss, Bridget Stroud.” She finished with the nastiest tweak yet and made it all the worse by biting down on the side of Sweet Disaster’s neck!
Stroud screamed aloud for a moment, then cut it off behind clenched teeth until Brewster finally slaked her thirst and shoved her away.
Regarding the nearest camera with an arched eye, Adelaide took a threatening step forward only to stop and very deliberately wipe a blot of red off her lower. Thus satisfied, she made her way to the edge of the ring and the ramp beyond, pausing only to collect Stroud’s discarded top as a memento of tonight’s victory.
BE LEGENDARY:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kmidz2s4scM
The Marching crowd sprang to their feet when the lights went purple and a dozen spotlights played over that mass of humanity. Then the speakers offered up Pop Evil’s ‘Be Legendary’ and the ‘tron showed selections from Stroud’s increasingly impressive highlight reel interspersed with footage from her rock climbing career. The chaotic sweep of lights continued through most of the first verse, though their pace seemed to increase as the sound system roared:
Our name in stone, forever more.
We want more!
We want more!
We want more!
BRIDGET STROUD:
The spots honed in on the entryway with the third recitation and Bridget exploded through the curtain, the former rock-climber turned indy wrestling darling turned meteoric FAWN star skidding to a stop at the top of the stage just to throw her arms up for a brawny double bicep flex. Chants of ‘SWEET DIS-AS-TER!’ rang out at once, a building roar crafted by fans of her indy stint as well as the new fans she’d made during the last two years.
Impressively calm for someone about to walk into the darkest corner of FAWN, Minnesota Wild pumped a fist for those assembled before she pivoted ‘round on one heel and swung her hips in time to their chant while pointing to the ‘Sweet Disaster’ stretched across her purple briefs.
Another about-face followed shortly thereafter and the copper-skinned brunette hardbody took off down the ramp, Bridget going with arms outstretched to return the favor to everyone who greeted her so warmly. For tonight’s trip into the darkness, Stroud wore her usual purple trunks, a halter-style bikini top with one cup done in matching purple and the other in a gleaming white, purple and white armbands that crisscrossed at bicep and forearm to meet at wrist and shoulder, white pads with a purple splatter pattern and purple wrestling boots that ended a few inches shy of her knees. A study in frenetic energy the entire way to ringside, Bridget made a high-speed circuit of the front row, then leapt to the apron to the top rope and stayed there for a several seconds to bask in the roar of the crowd. Once she hopped down Stroud jogged over to referee Craig Long.
“So… Adelaide Brewster.” she said.
“Adelaide Brewster.” Long echoed.
“She as nasty as they say?”
“Worse, I’m afraid. She’s not one to take lightly, Bridget.” the ref noted as he made a quick check of the brunette’s pads and boots.
“I’m wouldn’t dare take her lightly.” Sweet Disaster replied. “But I’m not scared, Craig.”
“That’s good. Hold onto that, Bridget. You’ll need it.”
Stroud nodded and backed into the far corner, her dark eyes never leaving the stage and the darkness lurking just behind it.
“And introducing her opponent being accompanied to the ring by Sierra Mist, she hails from Oxrun Station, Connecticut, stands five feet six inches tall and weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the Weeping Angel… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Wailing at the sound of that name, the chattel grew all the more restless once the speakers offered the ominous synth beat at the heart of Harlo’s ‘You Might Be The Killer.’ With it came a departure of the lights, gloom reigning in the basement until a series of spotlights raced from the ring to the stage in a pattern quite reminiscent of a racing pulse.
YOU MIGHT BE THE KILLER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIQ36Q3SSeY
I was on the hunt for blood
You were feeling lost in love
All it took was just one look and you were into me
I wish that i could cut you free
But you're already in too deep
You feel the curiosity of what we could be
SIERRA MIST:
A figure appeared in the light at the top of the stage, not the Sanguinaire but her new friend (and own personal Renfield) disgraced medical student Sierra Mist. Seemingly unconcerned by the sounds, lights or surroundings, Mist reached up and undid the knot of the bright red scarf at her throat, then pulled it away to reveal signs of a previous feeding.
Baby if it's on don't hesitate
I promise you I'll be your best mistake
You found me for a reason, call it fate
'Cause it's feeling great
The night's about to get real
We're going in for the kill
This is power, it's not cold hearted
And we're just getting started
The lights went out and when they came back Adelaide was directly behind Sierra, her face lowered to the brunette’s neck for a little pre-match boost. Sated for a the moment, Brewster circled around in front of the little brunette and ‘PFWOOOOSHED!’ a cloud of red mist skyward as she started down the aisle.
ADELAIDE BREWSTER:
For tonight‘s battle against one of FAWN’s brightest rising stars, the Darling of the Abattoir wore a deep red two-piece done in crushed velvet that showed off the power in her hips and shoulders in almost agonizing detail. The look was accented with a clunky black belt complete with a buckle done up as a snarling wolf’s head and matching black boots and pads.
Reaching the ring quickly without a single glance at the helpless chattel to either side, Adelaide stopped a few steps shy of the apron and held her ground while Sierra took point in climbing onto the apron. Turning to face the Daughter of Darkness, Mist sat on the middle rope and pushed down while using one hand to push the top rope up. Her free hand she extended to Adelaide, then swept toward the squared circle. “Come in, won’t you?” Properly invited, Brewster sprang onto the apron and swept through the strands to take up residence in the center of the ring. A second plume of mist stippled the canvas with red several seconds before Craig Long moved in to check her pads and boots. Paying the innocuous morsel no attention whatsoever, Adelaide trained her gaze on Stroud and made a show of licking her lips before gliding to the opposite corner.
Bridget took a deep breath, held it until the bell sounded, then let it out in a soft, slow ‘woooosh’. It wasn’t fear making her heart pound harder than usual, but the idea that she was about to test herself against not only the highest profile member of the Church of Eternal Midnight, but a former FAWN World Champion as well. Nodding to herself when the Weeping Angel slunk out of the far corner, Stroud moved to meet her, then swung wide right to force the other brunette to pivot so as not to offer up her flanks.
Adelaide noted the shift but didn’t match it, rather she spun around on one heel to keep the former rock climber in sight. This in and of itself was odd, albeit not insulting. No, Stroud didn’t feel slighted until Brewster clasped her hands behind her back even though Bridget’s were raised to shoulder level and ready to clench. “I’ve been watching you during my absence.” Adelaide spoke before Bridget could question her decision. “The series with Penelope was particularly invigorating. Anyone who can withstand her anger and come out stronger is worthy of my attention… and possibly my teeth.”
Stroud answered Brewster’s smirk with an arched eyebrow. “You watched all the way through to the end, right? So you know what I did to Penny and her anger.”
“Indeed I did. It’s the only reason we’re having this conversa--”
Bridget wasn’t about to be intimidated and proved as such by shooting in low and fast for a Double Leg TakedoNO! Adelaide pirouetted out of the way, both hands still held tight behind her back. “Your quest for the top of the mountain is admirable, noble even.” she admitted to Stroud as the other brunette scrambled to boot-leather and began to circle again. “But in your trek to the summit you’ve come to the mouth of vast, dark cavern. Your inner adrenaline junkie is desperate to explore it, but I implore you Bridget Stroud, ignore the cave and continue upward. Because to venture into the cave is to risk becoming lost… terrified… food.”
Lips set in a thin, determined line, Stroud stopped circling and made straight for the Daughter of Darkness. Drawing up nose to nose with her opponent, Bridget stared a hole through Adelaide for several seconds before she said, “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Tremblay.” she leaned in even closer, letting her lips brush Brewster’s ear. “Bite me.”
Adelaide tilted her head so she could respond in kind. “Rest assured, chattel. I will.” Brewster flicked her tongue out to lick the bottom of Bridget’s ear, a quick, light touch that hit Stroud like a cattle prod, Sweet Disaster sweeping the other brunette into a rough Collar & Elbow Lock-Up! Wedging a palm beneath Adelaide’s chin for the sole purpose of forcing her head back at a painful angle, Bridget buried her other hand in the former champ’s dark hair and yanked as hard as she could! Adelaide’s hiss of pain drew a look of concern from Craig Long, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything before Stroud used her hooks to march the Darling of the Abattoir into the nearest empty corner.
Bridget tummied up on her as soon as Adelaide hit the buckles, the shorter wrestler putting all her weight on the veteran to ensure she knew there was nowhere to go. “Hope you liked your one free taste.” Stroud huffed to the grimacing battler. “Next one’s going to cost you dear--”
“I’d like her to break the hold, please.” she spoke to Craig before training her attention on Bridget. “Leash this animal before I do it for RRRGGGHH!”
Bridget yanked her hair again, the force of it bouncing the back of Adelaide’s head against the top buckle. “Watch who you’re calling an animal, brat.” Stroud growled without acknowledging Long’s call for a break. “Otherwise I might have to maul you on general principle.” She let loose at ‘THREE!’ on the official’s count, Bridget raising her hands overhead to confirm she’d honor the break even if it was delay--CRAAACK!
Brewster swiveled Stroud’s head with a backhanded Bytch Slap that might’ve sent her stumbling all the way to mid-ring if the Weeping Angel hadn’t caught a retaliatory handful of hair! Switching places with her prey in a single savage sweep, Adelaide cupped her free hand to the other brunette’s face and wrenched her head to the side, thus ensuring Stroud could do nothing but grit her teeth and endure when Daughter of Darkness ran the tip of her tongue up the side of Stroud’s neck to just below her right ear.
Bridget couldn’t see Brewster’s smile but the cacophonous roar of the crowd ensured she could damned sure feel it. “Disgusting bytch.” Stroud growled. “I’ll feed you your teeth for HHRRGGHH!”
Adelaide pumped a Broadside Kneelift into her rival’s belly, then used her thumb and index fingers to smoosh the other brunette’s cheeks into a humiliating fish-face. “Such blatant disrespect suggests that introductions are an order, so I shall go first. Mine is the touch that turns the Harlot’s lust to ash. Mine is the bite that makes the Raven cry out in her sleep. And mine is the will against which Perfection herself. Was. No. Match. I am the Darling of the Abattoir, the Feaster in the Dark, the Sanguinare herself. I am Adelaide Brewster and it will take far more than the yappings of a cur bytch to stand against my appetites!”
Introductions were only half done, alas that didn’t stop Adelaide from stuffing a hand under her opponent’s armpit even as she cleared off and hurled Bridget away from the buckles with a hair-assisted Biel Throw! Stroud’s arc of descent was ugly as sin though that was almost assuredly the point, considering Brewster’s wide, carnivorous smile when Sweet Disaster THWHUMPED down flat on her butt.
Bridget yelped, pressed a hand to her glutes and spun to one knee, her other hand held out before her in a defensive position. It was with a mixture of relief and irritation that she realized Adelaide was several feet removed and back in her original pose with both hands clasped demurely behind her back.
“And now that you know me,” she said with a faint smile, “who might you be?”
Stroud took a breath, flicked her trunks back into place and smoothed out her hair en route to returning to verticality. “My name is Bridget Stroud.” she answered. “I don’t have a lot of fancy nicknames and I don’t talk like a super villain, but I do have everything I need to whoop your nasty ass all over this ring.”
Adelaide chuckled, removed her hands from behind her back and raised a beckoning finger to her would-be meal. “Very well, cur. Show me your teeth, if you da--”
She didn’t even get the last word out of her mouth before Bridget was upon her, Sweet Disaster drawing back across her own chest to CRAAACK a scintillating Knife-Edge Chop across Brewster’s chest! “Don’t need teeth to do my damage, baby!” Stroud snapped as Adelaide stumbled away. “Doesn’t mean I won’t chew you up though!” Three more Chops followed, the last of which put the former World Champion’s back against the strands. Catching a Wristlock as she rushed in to bury a Kneelift in Brewster’s belly, Bridget took two giant steps backward, dropped a shoulder and slung her opponent across the squared circle with an Irish Whip.
Adelaide didn’t act quickly enough to anchor herself in the ropes, but she was looking steady enough by the time she met Bridget at the center. Their latest exchange was short on verbiage and heavy on violence with Stroud stuffing a shoulder into Adelaide’s abs so she could hurl her into the lights, the Daughter of Darkness soaring up, over and of course, down to THA-WHAM down on the deck as victim of a Back Body Drop! Brewster bounced to boot-leather on impact just to catch a whole mouthful of sole food courtesy a Standing Dropkick from Minnesota Wild.
After that she struggled to a seat, so Stroud grabbed a shoulder and forced her back down so she was in perfect position when Bridget took to the skies in a vertical leap that culminated with every bit of her hundred and thirty-plus pounds crashing down atop Adelaide’s chest courtesy a perfect Leg Drop! Brewster’s own stems kicked up on impact but Stroud didn’t try to collect them for a cover, rather she swatted the vulnerable limbs away, spun to boot-leather and made straight for the ropes on the far side of the squared circle. Those along for this March to War didn’t quite dare believe the relative newcomer could keep the Weeping Angel on her heels for long, which might’ve been why Bridget put a little extra ‘ooomph’ on her next trip skyward, the purple & white-clad brunette folding herself in half with a crunch at apex that ensured she was stretched out full length when she THWHUMPED that chiseled midsection into Adelaide’s own gulping tummy! Brewster’s legs popped up on impact and this time Stroud hooked ‘em both so she could fold the former World Champion in half for at least…
ONE…
TWO…
Adelaide kicked out in time with ‘TWO!’, possibly half a heartbeat before. The energy of her escape didn’t seem to discomfit Bridget in the slightest, indeed Sweet Disaster showed a competitive smile as she filled her hands with Brewster’s locks and peeled her off the mat. A trace of movement off to the right drew her attention to Sierra Mist, who’d moved around the corner to get a better view of the action. Stroud gave her a stern ‘stay the hell where you are’ sort of look, then gave up the hair-hold in favor of a brisk two-palmed shove that sent Brewster backpedaling into the rubber-coated steel.
The Daughter of Darkness didn’t just bounce out, she lunged out, those dangerous talons aimed straight at Bridget’s-- “OOOFFFHHH!” Stroud whipped ‘round through a full circle, dropped to one knee and drove her right elbow into Adelaide’s gut with a sound like a baseball bat striking wet clay! Brewster doubled over without taking a knee, so Minnesota Wild cinched her arms around her waist and squeezed tight[/I] as she rose to her full height.
ROLLING ELBOW TO GUT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S5x404RKWI
“Like this Bear Hug, cutie?” Bridget huffed as the constrictive hold earned a breathy groan from her adversary.
The trapped brunette offered no response, so Craig inquired in a more official capacity. “What do you say, Adelaide? Do you--”
BEAR HUG:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F0dAu8EAmQ
“Your neck will belong to me if you finish that sentence, chatteHHHRGGGHH!”
Stroud dipped, then lifted and bore down, this newest compression putting Brewster up on tiptoe. “Don’t threaten him, baby. Don’t you dare.” Bridget commanded her foe. “I want your full, undivided attention. And if I don’t get it I might just AAARRRRHHHH!” she threw her head back and shrieked, pretty features twisted with pain because Adelaide had chomped down on the side of her neck!
“Knock off the biting, Adelaide!” Long barked. “You know you can’t do--” “RRGGHH!”
Bridget knew it too but she wasn’t willing to bank on Brewster following the ref’s orders, so she muscled the Darling of the Abattoir off her feet and sank to one knee to THUMP Adelaide’s undercarriage against the post of her thigh! Loosening the Hug so she could swing around behind once Brewster’s teeth were clear of her neck, Bridget yanked the other wrestler off her feet, then twisted her hips and laid out on her stomach to THWHAM Adelaide down on her face, chest and belly!
Quick to reclaim the Waistlock / Bear Hug as soon as Brewster tried to draw a breath, Stroud squeeeeeeeeeezed harder than ever and strengthened her hooks by threading her legs over Adelaide’s in a tight Grapevine. “Told’ja there was only one free taste, bytch.” Bridget growled in Brewster’s ear, the former rock climber keeping her weight spread out to ensure Adelaide had a helluva time getting out from under the hold.
Fighting onto her elbows what little leverage she could gain, she tucked some loose hair behind her ears and sneered, “Did you sense any fear in my teeth, chattel? Clearly they’re not concerned with your HHHHHRRRGGGGGGHH BYTCH!”
A thunderous roar of ‘oh no she din’t!’ delight tore through the crowd once Bridget pressed her mouth to the side of Adelaide’s neck and bit down hard! Her shriek equal parts anger and pain, Brewster reached back with one hand and grabbed a massive hank of hair, alas the subsequent yank only motivated Stroud to keep on gnawing.
“Get that hand out of her hair, Adelaide. You know better than that.” Long chided his snarling charge. “Same goes for you, Bridget. Cut out the bit--”
“Bite your tongue, idiot.” Adelaide twisted several curls of Stroud’s hair around her fingers to make the next round of tugging all the more unpleasant. “The chattel and I are busy setting terms.”
The official didn’t quite defy Brewster directly so he began to count and was relieved to see both brunettes relinquish their illicit grips, each uttering an audible gasp upon release. Of course the Darling of the Abattoir was still pinned down by that brawny Bear Hug so her voice was quite a bit breathier than usual when she snarled, “Very few of the beasts in this particular field would dare leave their mark on me in such a fashion.” Brewster was back up on her elbows and crawling / dragging their combined weight toward the ropes. “I’ll remember this boldness when NNNGGGGGHHH!”
Stroud undid the Grapevine and hunched forward, Sweet Disaster pressing her knees to the other brunette’s flanks to glue her in place for another lingering squeeeeeeeeze. “Wainright’s playbook doesn’t work on me, cutie.” Bridget grunted. “I tend to run in the direction of my fears, in case you hadn’t notiHHNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide switched from her elbows to her palms, sank down ‘til her chest was mere inches off the mat, then pushed up and flicked her head backward to THUNK it against Stroud’s chin! Her Headbutt loosened the Bear Hug to such a degree that Adelaide could’ve slipped out from underneath, instead she swiveled around within Bridget’s grasp and slipped her legs around the Minnesotan’s waist for a violent counter-constriction! Ankles crossed, legs fully extended, Brewster pressed her palms flat and thrust her hips up to pour even more pressure through the Scissors. Stroud shook her head ‘no’, ground her knotted fists into the hollow of Adelaide’s back and did everything in her power to crumple the other wrestler’s ribs.
“Hhhhrrrhhhh…. I knew you were afraid of me, chattel.” Inching up in her perch so they were face to face again, the Daughter of Darkness darted in so that her lips were to Bridget’s ear. “And by the time we’re finished I promise you’ll be running away from me, assuming you’re even capable of--”
“You so much as nip me again and I swear I’ll bite a chunk out of your neck.” Stroud broke in, her tone harsh and grating. She followed this threat with another pulse of the Bear Hug, which Adelaide answered with a rib-crushing compression.
Delighted and infuriated by the challenge presented by this spirited little rock climber, Brewster giggled, “Congratulations chattel… you’ve piqued my curiosity!”
Bridget didn’t bother to answer with words, she felt Adelaide’s body go tense so she delivered on her threat just as the Weeping Angel sank those damned fangs into the soft flesh between her neck and right shoulder! Both wrestlers screamed aloud, though their dueling mouthfuls reduced them to nothing more than a reedy teakettle whine.
Muffled or not, Craig didn’t like it in the slightest which was why he didn’t bother with a warning before he counted, “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” Brewster and Stroud broke from one another with a mutually disdainful curse, each brunette making a point to swat at her adversary as they rolled in different directions. “Cut that biting shyt out now, I mean it!” the ref barked at his charges as they glared holes through her new rival. “Try chewin’ on each other one more time and I’ll stop the match!”
“I don’t think you will, little man.” Adelaide’s words were for the official, but her eyes never left Bridget. “Right now this one is the most inviting target by far. Take that away from me and I might turn my attention to someone a bit more str--”
You think threatening him makes you scarier, Brewster?” Bridget’s interruption earned her a withering glare from the former World Champion. “It doesn’t, not in the slightest. Just makes you look like a bully who needs to get punched in the mouth.”
Adelaide finally raised both hands to beckon her adversary forward. “You’re more than welcome to try, chattel. Whenever you’re feeling brave en--”
Stroud pounced on Brewster with no hesitation whatsoever, the aggression of her Collar & Elbow Tie-Up further cementing her reputation as a fearless adrenaline junkie. Happy to keep the clinch nice and legal until the Weeping Angel buried a hand in her hair, Bridget countered with a similar grip, then pressed her other hand to Brewster’s chin so she could clamp down on the lower half of her face. “Bite me now.” Stroud growled as the pair stomped around in a furious little circle. “Come on you vile bytch, let’s see you draw any blood noOOOFFFHHH!”
A broadside Kneelift across the tummy put an end to Bridget’s hooks, which in turn let Adelaide double her over with two more Kneelifts. Grabbing the scruff of Stroud’s neck in her left hand, Brewster hopped up and brought her right arm THWHAPPING down across the other woman’s shoulders to drop her flat on her face.
Lips curled in a nasty smile as she surveyed her handiwork, the Daughter of Darkness put her hands on her hips, then nudged a boot into Bridget’s ribs and commanded, “Off your belly, worm. Our battle is not yet over.”
Bridget must’ve agreed because she swatted Adelaide’s boot away and scrambled to a seat. “Hrrhh, damn right it’s not over.” she huffed. “I’m not through whooping your NGH!” Adelaide lunged in to tag her foe’s cheek with a straight right hand! Stroud rolled clear, fought to all fours and promptly ate another quick jab for her troubles. A third shot set Stroud back on her haunches so the Sanguinaire grabbed a huge handful of hair to ensure Bridget’s head remained bowed when she went up on tiptoe and brought the point of her right elbow down onto her skull with an ugly THUNK!
GROUND STRIKE COMBO:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B80-QQah6XE
“I said on your feet!” Adelaide settled into a deep crouch to better bad-mouth the vulnerable brunette after was she was forced to kiss the canvas for the second time in as many minutes. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone weak in the knees after all that brave talHRRGH!”
Sweet Disaster scrambled to her knees and pounded a punch into Brewster’s navel! She stumbled away without actually escaping the other woman’s grasp, so Stroud tightened her grip and reeled-- “NNNGGGHH!” Adelaide caught her with a quick Kneelift between the eyes that snapped the newcomer’s head back and left her hair hanging in her eyes and she crumpled to all fours. Circling around behind the penitent chattel without so much as a word, the Weeping Angel planted a boot on either side of Stroud’s hips and hooked a snug Waistlock around her midsection. The FAWNatics urged Bridget to twist free of her attacker’s grasp, alas Adelaide would not be denied and she bridged up, over and down to THAWHAM Minnesota Wild onto the back of her head and shoulders courtesy a Deadlift German Suplex.
Craig swooped in immediately thereafter only to feel like a dolt when Brewster rolled onto her stomach to pull the woozy wrestler back to her feet. Trading out the Waistlock for a grip on Bridget’s left wrist, Adelaide tugged that arm out at shoulder level and neatly stepped over it with her right leg so she could trap that limb between their twined legs when she set her ankle against Stroud’s left calf. Cinching her right arm around Bridget’s neck in a sort of Side Headlock, Adelaide crouched down and somersaulted the both of ‘em into a tangled seat that allowed her to hook her left leg over the side of Stroud’s head even as she caught Sweet Disaster’s right wrist in both hands! Craaaaaaaaanking down with her leg while wreeeeeeeeeeenching backward on the Armbar to make Stroud wriggle and writhe within the clutches of that grounded Octopus.
ROLLING OCTOPUS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvLm9zar-JU
“Ask her.” Brewster told the official as she jounced her leg to increase the torque on her opponent’s neck. “Ask the timid little thrill-seeker if she’s had enough excitement for one night.”
“What do you say, Bridget?” hunkered down beside the action, though he took care to remain just out of flailing range. “Do you need me to call it?”
“NO!” Stroud waggled an index finger to confirm her refusal, which earned her another rough tug from the Darling of the Abattoir.
“There’s nowhere to go, chattel.” Adelaide sounded maddeningly calm for someone drawing her opponent into an increasingly taut human knot. “Submit to me while you still have enough left to leave the ring under your own powerrrrrggggggghhh… is that how you want this to play out?”
Unable to free her left hand from the trap of their locked legs, Bridget settled for digging her nails into the inside of Brewster’s right thigh. “Bit me first, baby.” Sweet Disaster grunted. “Don’t tell me a monster like you can’t handle getting her soft little legs rakOOOWWWW!”
Adelaide halved her grip on the trapped brunette’s right wrist so she could grab her fingers and beeeeennnnnnnd them backward over her own wrist! “My teeth and talons are as clean as they are sharp.” Brewster murmured over the sounds of her foe’s distress. “I have no idea where your own grubby little hands have beRRRRGGGGHHH! Let GO of me, Stroud!”
Bridget, who’d managed to affix her claw barely half an inch below the edge of Adelaide’s velvet briefs, squeezed until her fingers showed white at the knuckle. “It’s… it’s ok, Addy.” Stroud grunted. “You can admit my grip is stronger than yourAAAHHHH SHYT, STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOU NASTY BYTCHOOOOOOOOWWWW GAAAAAAAAHHHD!”
Abandoning the small joint manipulation for something quite a bit cattier, Adelaide crooked her fingers into the right cup of Stroud’s top and pulled it down to spill her rival’s breast into the open! Far from a simple embarrassment, Brewster took Bridget’s nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted like she was seeking the other end of the dial. “Ask her again!” Adelaide demanded after she’d treated the pliant flesh to several more sharp tweaks. “I want to hear the pride leaking out of her voi--”
“SCREW YOU!” Stroud bellowed. “YOU’RE NOT GONNA WIN THIS MATCH IN MY T-F*CK YOU STAAAAAAAHHHHHHP!”
The Weeping Angel released the pincer just to tug Bridget’s left cup down for another terrible tweak! Aggressively alternating between her opponent’s nipples, Brewster continued to drive her thigh and calf down onto her prey’s head and neck. “Submit!” she hissed. “Or I’ll destroy what little meager reputation you’ve managed to AAARRRRRGGGHHH SHYT!” Adelaide’s cruel machinations had lessened the trap containing Bridget’s left wrist, but rather than pull it free she balled that hand into a fist and drilled it into the former World Champion’s undercarriage. Painful though it was, things could always get worse, as Adelaide was reminded when Sweet Disaster clamped a claw down on that thin sheath of velvet armor!
No longer amused by her foe’s wherewithal, Brewster kicked her left leg straight up and brought it down full force once, twice, thri--“AAAAAAIIIIIIEEE! Bridget bolstered the Crotch Claw with such a nauseating squeeze that Adelaide had no choice but to brace her left foot between opposing shoulders and kick off with as much strength as she could muster.
Minnesota Wild tumbled across the canvas like she’d been thrown clear of a car wreck, but damned if it was only a matter of heartbeats before she made it to one knee. Adelaide’s recovery was much the same, albeit a bit more measured because she never let her eyes leave the other brunette. “Those hands are going to get you in trouble, chattel.” Brewster growled as she rose to her full height with one hand pressed to her aching center. “They may have served you well against the insensate stone of the mountain, but they’ll prove your undoing against an adversary that can fight baNNNNGGGHH!”
Adelaide must’ve felt confident running her mouth because Bridget was preoccupied setting her distended top to rights, yet this confidence proved misplaced because the thrill-seeker exploded forward into a sprint-leap that culminated with the soles of her boots TWHACKING Brewster flush on the mouth! The Daughter of Darkness went down in a heap, the back of her head bonking against the deck hard enough to make her see stars before she even rolled to all fours. Fresh galaxies were still blooming behind her eyes when Bridget caught a massive double handful of hair and yanked her into a Standing Headscissors.
“Yuuuhhh… you want to see what my hands can do, cutie?” Stroud panting, her color high on a heady rush of adrenaline, anger and embarrassment. “Let me show you!” The last word was barely out of her mouth when she crooked her fingers into talons and raaaaaaaaaaked them up Brewster’s nearly bare back once, twice, three times! The malicious treatment drew shrieks from Adelaide, protests from Sierra and cheers from the FAWNatics, especially when Sweet Disaster finished with a stereo bongo SLAP to the Sanguinaire’s squirming rump. A Waistlock followed in short order, Stroud pouring on with Bear Hug force even as she compressed Adelaide’s skull between her thighs. Bridget wasn’t interested in a submission though, at least not at the moment. After a few seconds of squeezing she dipped her knees and flipped / spun Brewster onto her shoulders just to THA-WHAM the former World Champion down onto the thinly-sheathed plywood in a massive Powerbomb!
POWERBOMB:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTpn1zKHeo0
Adelaide’s legs kicked into the air but Stroud didn’t collect them for a cover, cradle or hold. Instead she put both hands against the other brunette’s lower back and shoved her through a somersault that left the Weeping Angel on all fours. “You want to show me off, bytch? You want to humiliate me?” Bridget barked down at her wounded rival. “I think you need a taste of how that feels!”
A delighted, tawdry roar from those assembled when Stroud peeled her aggrieved top all the way off and balled it in one hand while the other found its way into Brewster’s dark locks. The noise only got louder when Bridget hair-hauled the other brunette to verticality and stuffed the shorn, sweaty garment into Adelaide’s shocked face with an Iron Claw!
“That’s a choke!” Mist called from her place outside. “That’s an illegal choke, make her break it, damn you!”
Bridget blew her a teasing kiss and continued to trying her damndest to stuff the lycra into Brewster’s gurgling mouth. She might’ve made it in a No DQ situation but Craig reached ‘FOUR!’ on his count before she could finish so Stroud relinquished the grip just to bury a Kneelift above her foe’s navel. Sidling in under Adelaide’s right arm, Bridget hooked her own right arm across Brewster’s chest, then reached around with her left hand and caught hold of her velvet waistband.
Eyes narrowing as she felt Stroud’s hand clench into a fist, Adelaide rasped, “Don’t you dare, chattelAAAAAARRRFAAAAAAAHHHHK!” Stroud dipped and tore Brewster off her feet simultaneous with yanking those velvet briefs far beyond the gluteal vanishing point! The wedgie might’ve popped the crowd but it was the landing that did the real damage, in this case a ring-rattling THWHAM! that left Adelaide starfished in the middle of the squared circle. Bridget threw herself across the carcass of the former World Champion and trapped both legs in a tight bundle, Sweet Disaster pointing her foe’s be-wedgied buns at the rafters while Craig and the crowd counted off the biggest victory of her career.
ROCKED BOTTOMS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmboQR00mwM
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOOOOOOO!
Brewster slipped / twisted loose with a whisper to spare, the margin of error so narrow that the ref shook his head at the Timekeeper to ensure the bell didn’t ring in error. Credit the wherewithal of one Bridget Stroud, she allowed herself a single angry fist pounded against the canvas before burying her hands in Adelaide’s sweat-damp hair. “Get up bitey, I want you to see the view from the top.”
Brewster groaned in protest but couldn’t block the Toe Kick Stroud pounded into her tummy, nor could she prevent Sweet Disaster from cinching both arms around her waist in a nauseating Gutwrench that got even worse when Bridget flipped her up onto the ball of her left shoulder. Jouncing in place to drive her shoulder into the small of Adelaide’s back, Stroud moved her right hand from Brewster’s midsection to her chin and gave it a hard squeeze. “Look at those lights, baby. Aren’t they prettOOOWWWW F*CK!”
Adelaide shifted her head and chomped down on the soft flesh between Stroud’s thumb and forefinger! The thrill seeker stumbled, lost her balance and managed to regain it at the cost of letting the Darling of the Abattoir roll off her shoulder in an awkward back-flip. Brewster landed hard on one knee, started to rise, took a knee between the eyes instead! Filling her hands with the other brunette’s hair once again, Bridget wrenched Adelaide’s head back and promised, “That’s the last time you’re ever going to bite--” ’PFWOOOOOOOOSH!’
Roars of outrage and concern from those assembled when Adelaide blew a plume of Red Mist directly into her opponent’s eyes! Stroud shrieked and went to swipe at her face only to have Brewster catch hold of her right wrist in a manacle-like grip. Twisting that arm back behind Bridget’s noggin in a sort of upside down Hammerlock, the Weeping Angel curled her left hand into a fist, drew it back and then PWAAAKED a vicious shot into the curve of Stroud’s left breast!
Bridget’s heart skipped a beat and her knees went watery but she didn’t collapse, not even when Adelaide slipped ‘round behind her and pulled that captured right arm tight across her throat. Deaf to (or perhaps preternaturally of) the jeers of the crowd, Brewster dipped down, worked her free arm between Bridget’s legs and let out a triumphant roar when she muscled the smaller woman onto her shoulders. With Bridget strapped down like so much defenseless meat, Adelaide spun through three full rotations to better show off her control in the few seconds before she kicked both legs forward and laid out on her left hip to THAWHUNK
BLOOD & BLACK LACE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggQhjXPD_fA
Stroud squarely on the back of her head and shoulders. Bridget rolled over onto her back in a defenseless sprawl that allowed for no resistance when Adelaide floated over into a tummy on tummy mount. Nuzzling her boots in against Stroud’s calves as she collected a wrist in either hand, Brewster stretched the former and pinned the latter overhead while she pressed her breasts to Bridget’s face and the chattel bawled…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Adelaide slithered away from the cover but didn’t rise at the sound of the bell. In fact she’d pulled her foe to a seat in her lap when the Announcer called, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via pin-fall… ADELAIDE BREWSTER!”
Giggling at the sound of her name in the rafters, Adelaide slipped her hands up under Bridget’s arms and treated her breasts to a rude squeeze. “This IS a lovely view, thrill seeker.” Adelaide murmured in Stroud’s ear. “I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I--”
“Skuh… screw you.” Bridget moaned. “We’re not finished rrrrggggggggghhhhh!”
Adelaide squeezed the other brunette’s bounty without mercy, the domineering Sanguinaire treating Bridget to the sort of mauling she’d yet to endure during her time in FAWN. “I’m afraid I have plans that don’t involve you, meat-bag.” Brewster murmured. “But you have, as the chattel say, got my blood up and in so doing, attracted the attention of the Red. It likes you, Bridget Stroud. It delights in your pain. So once I‘ve dealt with one particularly obnoxious loose end, I‘ll come back to you and we‘ll settle this… assuming you have the spine to show your face in a wrestling ring after tonight.”
Loathing the tickle of Adelaide’s words almost as much as she hated those claws, Stroud tried to slip away from both and endured another white-knuckle kneading instead. “Yuuuuhhh… you don’t scare me.” she bit her lip to keep her voice from trembling. “And humiliating me is only going OOOOOHHHHHH GAHD STAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!”
Adelaide narrowed her focus to another nipple pincer, the former World Champion just twisting over and over as she purred into Stroud’s ear. “I know you’re not, that’s why the Red is so interested. But fear is a crop like any other. Tonight I sow, eventually I will reap. Until that night comes, remember my kiss, Bridget Stroud.” She finished with the nastiest tweak yet and made it all the worse by biting down on the side of Sweet Disaster’s neck!
Stroud screamed aloud for a moment, then cut it off behind clenched teeth until Brewster finally slaked her thirst and shoved her away.
Regarding the nearest camera with an arched eye, Adelaide took a threatening step forward only to stop and very deliberately wipe a blot of red off her lower. Thus satisfied, she made her way to the edge of the ring and the ramp beyond, pausing only to collect Stroud’s discarded top as a memento of tonight’s victory.